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May the Best Sister Win
Male Reader x Heejin x Nana
Tags: 9k, first time, creampie, oral, threesome, tw
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âFuck me, please, fuck me...â
I buried my head into Nanaâs shoulder, focusing all my energy on thrusting into her tight, wet pussy. She groaned, pulling me into her.
âCum, please,â she moaned. âI want to cum together...â
Nana and I had met doing theatre in college. She was a beautiful, slim blonde with big brown eyes that complement her features, and her nipples stood pink and pointy on her breasts, which, though small, fit her slender frame. I looked down her body, flushed with coital bliss, to the triangle of trimmed hair between her spread legs, and her open pussy that made a slick sound as I drove into her.
âIâm getting close,â I huffed.
âCum in me,â Nana said. âFill me up.â
All of a sudden, we heard a voice from Nanaâs living room: âNan? Nana! HELLO?â
âShit, thatâs Heejin,â Nana whispered to me, rolling off me and throwing on one of my sweaters, which was large on her. âQuick, get dressed.â
My cock was shiny and throbbing, unhappy to be interrupted so close to completion, but there was nothing to be done. I pulled on some gym shorts.
âHello!â Heejin said in a singsong voice as she burst happily into the room.
I think I managed to get my shorts up in time, but if Heejin saw, she didnât react.
âHey, Jin,â Nana said. âNice of you to do away with that annoying custom of knocking before you enter.â
In my sexually frustrated state, I couldnât help but notice how pretty Nanaâs younger sister was.
Heejin was a freshman beauty with blonde hair that framed her angelic face like a young starlet. She had a petite figure just like her older sister, but with more generous curves, filling out a regular t-shirt with firm, prominent breasts.
âI got a call back!â Heejin happily bounced around, not seeming to notice that Nana and I were flushed and out of sorts from almost having been walked in on.
âThatâs... great,â Nana said, hesitating. âThatâs impressive, especially for a freshman.â
Nana had told me all about her competitive relationship with Heejin. The same sports teams, the same roles in high school, Heejin even went after some of Nanaâs boyfriends back in the day. Nana hadnât been happy that Heejin had chosen our university, and wouldnât be happy that Heejin was challenging her for the lead roles in the shows that were once Nanaâs uncontested. Still, their mother said they had to live together, so Nana could help Heejin stay sheltered from the worst of college.
âIâm sure I wonât get it, but itâs so cool to even be at callbacks,â Heejin said. âWow.â
âSuho auditioned too,â Nana said. âHeâs a lock for the male lead, I bet.â
Heejin looked me up and down. âHe certainly looks like a dashing leading man to me.â
âThat, and the fact that everything is easier for men in theater,â I said. âThe barâs not so high.â
âWell, I just wanted to share the good news,â Heejin said, heading for the door. âIâll see you guys at callbacks! Maybe spend more time practicing, and less time having sex!â She giggled as Nana threw a pillow at her.
âThat wonât be a problem for you,â Nana called after her, teasing. âVirgin!â
All we could hear was the sound of Heejinâs cute laughter as she slammed the door of her room.
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âOh, huh,â Nana said, studying the callback pairings on the sign-up sheet. âI have to do my scenes with Minsoo.â
Minsoo was a good friend of ours, a theater die-hard who would get the lead role every time if he were able to act convincingly straight. Unfortunately for him and luckily for me, our theater director Hanjae refused to believe him as a romantic interest for the women.
âBetter than a random stranger,â I said. Minsoo was a good guy. âWho am I doing mine with?â I studied the list. Then my stomach dropped. âOh, shit.â I was supposed to do the kissing scene with Heejin.
Nana saw it, too. âYou and Heejin? Of course you two would be paired up.â
âIâm sure I can ask Hanjae to switch us.â
âNo, itâs okay,â Nana said. âWhat he says goes, and you donât want to make him mad.â She kissed me on the cheek. âHave fun. Itâll be the thrill of Heejinâs life. Sheâs always gone after my boyfriends anyway.â
Just as Nana disappeared to run lines with Minsoo, Heejin spotted me from down the hallway and came up to me. She was dressed in a t-shirt, as usual, but this one had a lower neckline, offering me a tantalizing view of her cleavage. From what I could see, her tits were perfect, soft and smooth. I tried not to look at them as she approached.
âSo, weâre together, huh?â
âGuess so.â
Heejin darted in and kissed me quickly, just a quick peck on the lips. I pulled back, too late, surprised.
âWhat was that for?â
âJust to get the awkwardness out of the way,â Heejin said. âNow weâve had our first kiss.â
We found an empty classroom ran through lines quickly. I kept stumbling over mine, distracted by the beautiful girl in front of me. When we got to the kissing scene, Heejin lowered her script, looked me in the eyes and came in close to kiss me. I caught a light scent of a sexy perfume on her neck as she tilted her head up.
I hesitated. This was my girlfriendâs little sister; wouldnât it be weird to kiss? I mean, to really kiss? Heejin, luckily, made the decision for me. She pressed her soft, full lips to mine, kissing me gently. I reacted, putting a hand on her cheek and pulling her closer to me, our lips working against each other. She tasted like mint. It went on longer than it had to â her character was supposed to pull away, but Heejin didnât. Finally, I stopped it.
âWhew,â Heejin said breathlessly, cheeks turned pink and her chest heaving. âThat felt good, right?â
I was half hard and I tried to secretly adjust my cock.
âYeah,â I said. âYouâre ââ I almost said âYouâre a good kisser,â but I stopped myself. âI think weâll do great in the audition.â
We were finally called into the audition room. Behind a folding table sat Hanjae, the theater director, and a few of his assistants. We said hi, chatted quickly, and then got into the scene. Heejin and I were playing secret lovers. I was the stable boy and she was the Lady of the manor, whose husband was unfaithful. In the scene, I approached her for the first time, professing my love and begging her to kiss me.
When it came time, Heejin pressed herself to me with a little less passion than when it had just been us alone, but the kiss was still electric. She pulled back at just the right time, her character berating mine for showing such rough manners. But I could tell by her rosy cheeks that the second kiss affected her just as much as the first.
After we finished the scene and went back into the hallway, Nana came up to us.
âHowâd it go?â
âPerfect,â Heejin said, punching me lightly in the arm. âOnce Suho got around his hesitation to fully kiss me.â
Nana made a face. âThe less I have to think about it, the better.â
âYour scene went well, too?â Heejin asked sweetly, changing the subject.
âSure did.â
âThen may the best sister win.â
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âThat little bitch,â Nana fumed, staring angrily at the cast list. She had run ahead and gotten to it before I got a chance to look. âShe took my fucking lead role.â
My stomach clenched. If Heejin was the female lead, then...
âGod damn it.â
âWhat?â Nana looked down the list. Her eyes widened even further. âFuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!â
I had landed the male lead. Heejin and I would be making out and simulating sex onstage for the next several months. I canât say I didnât feel any excitement at the prospect, but as Nanaâs loving boyfriend, I had to share her frustration.
âWe can ask Hanjae to switch us up,â I said.
âHeâll never do that! His casting decisions are always final, you know that! The only way heâll switch it up is if Heejin agrees to it.â
Right on cue, I saw Heejinâs golden curls coming down the hallway towards us. Nana hurried up to her.
âYou canât take the lead role,â Nana said. âItâs you and Suho.â
Heejin took in this news and smiled at me. âIâm happy that Hanjae made the right choice.â
âHeejin, Iâm a senior and youâre a freshman. This is my last chance at the lead before graduating.â
âIâm sorry,â Heejin shrugged, innocently. âI donât know what you expect me to do. If this is about Suho, then I promise he loves you enough that kissing me a few times a night wonât change that.â
âItâs not just about that,â Nana said. âThis was my theater program, not yours.â
âWAS your theater program,â Heejin said.
With a roar, Nana jumped at Heejin, and the two girls fell to the floor, clawing and pushing at each other. I watched them get tangled up with each other, then realized I should probably step in. I pulled Nana off of Heejin.
âHey, whoa, calm down.â
âYouâre such a bitch,â Nana snarled at Heejin.
Heejin dusted herself off and got up. âFine, big sis. You want me to give you the lead role? Come walk with me. I have an idea for a wager.â
Nana frowned, trying to tell if Heejin was serious.
âFine,â she said, hesitant. âBut this better be good.â
âOh, itâll be VERY good,â Heejin said with a look at me. âNow come. Time for some sister talk.â
I watched the two sisters walk away, deep in conversation. Heejin glanced back in my direction, and I couldnât help but wonder whether this wager involved me.
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A few days passed. Rehearsals began in earnest, but Hanjae kept stopping Heejin and me midway through our scenes together.
âI donât believe the passion,â he snapped. âYou two touch each other like robotic, not sexy.â
Heejin flushed with embarrassment. The rest of the rehearsal she was withdrawn, not willing to look me in the eye. We went through our scenes, but if anything, she was colder and more mechanical than before.
After rehearsal, I pulled her aside in the hallway. âAre you doing okay?â
âIâm fine,��� Heejin said.
âDonât worry about what Hanjae said. He thinks you have to be mean to get the best performances out of people.â
âMaybe heâs right, though.â She looked around, making sure no one could hear. âBecause I donât know anything about sex.â
I spotted an empty classroom down the hall and pulled Heejin into it. She looked like she was about to cry. I put my hands on her shoulders.
âYouâre doing a great job, youâre a great, and you donât need real-life experience to get into the role. Weâll both figure it out, itâs only the first week of rehearsals.â
âWhat if I canât figure it out?â
âYou will.â
Heejin nodded, sniffling. She smiled shyly. âPlus, Iâve got you to teach me.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âYou obviously know a lot about sex and everything,â Heejin said, embarrassed. âI can hear you and my sister sometimes.â
I didnât know how to feel about that. Heejin flushed.
âIâm sorry, I shouldnât listen, I know, but... itâs sexy to hear how much you love each otherâs⌠bodies. Iâve never... done it, so I donât know.â
âYeah, Nana said as much.â
There was a charged pause. Glancing down, I could see Heejinâs nipples through her shirt. Did she never wear a bra around me? Was that on purpose? My cock was quickly getting hard.
âHanjae said we really needed to commit to the role,â Heejin said. âThat includes the romance of it, right? The characters are supposed to feel each other up.â
âYeah, but...â
âBut what? So youâre dating my sister, who cares? We have a play to do. She understands that the show must go on.â
Heejin took my hand, then guided me to her breast. As I felt the soft, firm flesh of her tits beneath her sweater, I realized that she wasnât wearing a bra. I could feel her nipple hardening under my touch. Her breasts were unbelievably shapely even without a bra, standing perfectly from Heejinâs chest. I let out a breath, impressed. Heejin smiled.
âWhat do you think?â
âTheyâre... amazing.â
âNot too big? I know Nanaâs are more petite.â
âYou two have some of the most perfect tits Iâve ever seen,â I said truthfully.
Heejin smiled. âIt must run in the family.â
âYouâve never been told what incredible breasts you have?â
âYouâre the first one to get an up-close view. Iâve never even had a boyfriend,â she admitted. âIâve been too busy with theater.â
âWow.â I realized I was still cupping her breast and quickly took my hand away, embarrassed. She laughed that same cute laugh.
âYou can touch them all you want,â she said. âIt feels nice.â
I wanted to keep feeling her up. What guy would say no, in my position? But I cleared my throat and took a step back.
âWe should get to practicing,â I said. âWeâll have to have something to show for today.â
Then Heejin said something Iâll never forget.
âSometimes I touch myself to the sound of you two,â Heejin said, quiet. âRight at the end, when sheâs begging you to cum inside her, thatâs my favorite.â
My mouth was dry. âYou touch yourself to the sound of us?â
âMy sister must have a really amazing pussy, if she can get you to cum inside her so much.â
A picture of it sprang to my mind: two plump outer lips that sealed tightly, with the inner lips only visible when she spread her legs. A fuzzy dusting of light hair. Maybe a drop of my cum oozing from her. Nanaâs small nipples, twin peaks further up her lithe body.
âWow, youâre hard.â Heejin was staring directly at my cock.
âYeah...â
She reached out her small hand to feel me. I inhaled sharply, taking her hand.
âDonât, Heejin.â
âNana wonât know.â
âIâll know.â
âYouâre just helping me. I need to practice being sexual for the role.â
I stared at her. Was she serious? What was she even proposing?
She took my hand and guided it under her dress. As she used her other hand to pull aside her panties, my hand came in contact with a wet, shaven pussy. I ran my middle finger up her hot slit, making her moan. Then I pulled my hand away, realizing what I was doing.
âWait, Heejin...â
âYeah. Let me do you.â
She unbuckled my belt and undid the button of my trousers, maintaining eye contact with me. Before I knew it she was on her knees, pulling down my pants. I wish I could say that I pushed her away, but I was horny enough to let it continue without protest. I wanted her badly enough to invite whatever catastrophe lay down the road.
Heejin took out my cock, which was harder than I remember it ever being.
âWow,â she said with awe. âI guess I didnât expect it to be so⌠big.â
She gave it a squeeze, then stroked it. I throbbed in her hand.
âIâve never touched one before.â
âYou donât have to ââ
Heejin sank her mouth onto my cock. The sudden warmth and wetness was heavenly. Her tongue swirled around my shaft and she slid her lips back up until just the tip was in her mouth. I noticed that she was still wearing lipstick from rehearsal.
âGive me pointers,â she said, her words muffled around my dick.
âDonât worry about that,â I replied. âJust explore. Iâm probably not going to be able to last for long anyway.â
At this Heejin smiled and eagerly set to sucking my cock. It seemed she took that as a challenge. She started slow, letting me feel the warmth and softness of her inexperienced mouth, then began to speed up. Sure enough, I felt the tingly beginnings of a climax. It was unsurprising; my girlfriendâs younger sister, a beautiful woman with a perfect mix of innocence and sexiness, was blowing me.
I swelled in her mouth, unable to hold back my orgasm for much longer. Her ruby red lips were stretched around my cock, working up and down ceaselessly. I watched my cock disappear into her mouth over and over.
âHeejin, Iâm getting close...â
In response, she just kept bobbing her warm, wet mouth on my dick, taking as much of me in her mouth as she could. She looked up at me, big brown eyes that looked so innocent, right over a mouth full of cock, and I could hold back no longer.
âHeejin, Iâm going to cum...â
I had barely finished the sentence before my cock began to spurt cum into Heejinâs waiting mouth. Her eyes widened in surprise but she kept on sucking me as I came. I shook, my hands going involuntarily to her head, trying to push deeper into her throat, filling her mouth with my semen. I rode out my climax between her full lips, cumming intensely until a small bit of my cum dripped out around my cock.
She looked up at me, slowing the up-and-down motion on my shaft, then swallowed her mouthful my cum. With her pinkie finger, she brought the one escaped drop of cum back to her mouth and swallowed that, too.
âGood?â Heejin asked, breathing hard.
âBest blowjob Iâve ever had.â
Heejin smiled and kept licking me. When I was sucked dry and she had completely cleaned off my cock, she took me out of her mouth and looked up at me.
âThere you go. Nice and spotless for when you fuck my sister later.â
I didnât know what to say or do. âOh my god, Heejin.â
Heejin planted an adorable and sexy kiss on the tip of my cock, which shone with her spit.
âNow when I hear you tonight, Iâll know youâre thinking about cumming in my mouth when you finish in my sister.â
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âIt was a little awkward having to kiss,â I said to Nana at home. âBut we got through it.â
Nana kissed me, long and deep. âWhoâs the better kisser?â
In truth, my initial thought was Heejin. She had certainly kissed my cock better than Nana did. Or maybe it was just the forbidden risk of it all. Either way, I wasnât going to tell her anything about her younger sisterâs skill in the romance department.
âYou,â I said, sweeping her into my arms. She grinded into me, making me hard, and I walked her to the bed.
Later, as I fucked Nanaâs tight, wet pussy, my thoughts kept being dragged back to Heejinâs lips on me, her rosy cheeks stretching as I filled her mouth with my cum. When I groaned and emptied myself into Nana, I imagined it was Heejin below me, her legs spread, soaking pussy stretched around my cock. I imagined driving hard into her tight young slit and filling her up.
When Nana moaned out for me to cum inside her, I knew Heejin was somewhere close by, listening. And despite the fact that it was the second time that day, I came harder than usual.
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The next weeks of rehearsal raced by. Heejin and I were so busy with school and rehearsal that we didnât get the opportunity to be alone together, but sheâd hold my gaze just long enough to let me know she was still thinking about me and what weâd done. Our love scenes onstage became more realistic, to the delight of Hanjae. We were now kissing, pawing at each other, and fake dry humping with ease. I suppose it was hard to hold back romantically once sheâd swallowed my cum.
My sex life with Nana improved drastically, wound up as I always was from pretending to fuck her little sister in rehearsal. I fucked Nana like an animal, filling her up several times a night, cumming inside her with reckless abandon.
âYou should be quieter,â Nana panted to me one night as I withdrew my cock from her cum-filled pussy. âHeejinâs in the other room, she must hear us sometimes.â
âYouâre right,â I said. âSorry.â
Nana reached down and caught some of my cum as it dripped out of her. She brought her fingers to her mouth, licking them off.
âYouâve been cumming more than usual,â she said.
I cuddled up to her from behind. âYouâve been sexier than usual.â
âYeah, yeah,â she said, with a hint of scepticism in her voice. âMaybe.â
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Before we knew it, the dress rehearsal had arrived. It was the day before the show, and everything had to go perfectly here, or itâd be a bad opening night. I murmured âBreak a legâ to everyone I passed in the winding hallways backstage.
As the lead, I had my own dressing room. It was a rare luxury, but better than getting naked in front of everyone in the communal dressing rooms. I began to take off my street clothes when I heard a knock at the door.
âOne minute, Iâm changing,â I called out. I was only in my underwear.
The door opened anyway. In the mirror, I saw Heejin enter, wearing a robe and carrying her costume. She shut the door behind her before anyone could see her.
âSorry to drop in on you like this,â Heejin said apologetically, âbut I canât get this bodice thingy on. Every time I try, I feel like itâs suffocating me.â She shook the costume in frustration and put it on the rack in my small dressing room.
âDo you want help?â
âYeah, thanks. Maybe Iâm just nervous, or maybe I shouldnât have eaten that cheeseburger yesterday.â
I laughed. âItâll be fine. Let me try.â
She hugged me tightly. âThank you, Suho. Youâre the best.â
Then she slipped the robe off her shoulders. Underneath, Heejin was completely naked. She wasnât even wearing panties under the robe. Her breasts were like a painting. Smooth, firm, round, perfectly proportioned to her toned body. My eyes traveled down from her perfect breasts, firm and large on her petite frame with beautifully hard nipples, to â
âGod, Heejin.â
Her pussy, which had been completely hairless when I first touched it all those weeks ago, now had a fuzzy dusting of close-trimmed pubic hair.
âTrying to copy Nana, I guess. Since you like hairy pussies.â
I didnât think to ask why she knew her older sister had a hairy pussy.
I reached out my hand to Heejin. I cupped her cheek, then traced my fingers down her neck to her collarbone, then down the beautiful slope of her breasts, stopping to lightly pinch her nipple. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling.
I brought my hand further down, down her stomach and over the triangle of hair between her legs, then felt the wetness between her lips. I slowly inched one finger up into Heejinâs little pussy, feeling how tight she was inside. Iâd been in her mouth, and Iâd touched the outside of her pussy, but this was as far inside her as Iâd gone.
Just as Heejin leaned in to kiss me, hand going to my throbbing erection, there was a knock on the door.
âSuho? Can I come in?â It was Nana.
Heejin dashed backwards, looking for a place to hide. The room was small and didnât have many options, but Heejin pressed her naked form behind the rack of costumes.
I cursed myself, trying to pull on my pants. My finger was still wet with Heejinâs juices, which wouldnât do. Without thinking, I stuck my finger in my mouth, tasting her.
âSuho?â
âComing!â I answered the door, just wearing my costume pants. I kept the door mostly closed, to stop Nana from coming in.
Nana was in the doorway holding a clipboard and wearing a headset. As the understudy for the main role, she had to have some role in the show, so she was a stage hand.
âItâs five minutes until showtime,â she said.
âThanks.â
She leaned in to kiss me. Without thinking, I kissed her back, then cursed inwardly. I hoped my mouth didnât taste like pussy. When she pulled away, I thought I detected a slight frown on her face, but she turned and left without another word.
I closed the door. Heejin, still naked, stepped out from behind the costume rack. She had the most beautiful body Iâd ever seen.
âFive minutes,â I repeated to her.
âThank you, five,â she said with a grin. âNow, want to fit me into this dress?â
It took some manoeuvring to tie the bodice up, and Heejin gasped at the tight fit that pressed her breasts up high, but there was no time to enjoy it. We had to get into our positions.
As Heejin quickly pulled her stockings up, I got a glimpse up her dress to her pussy.
âYouâre not wearing underwear,â I said.
âI know.â Heejin quickly hurried to the door, her breasts bouncing in the corset. âSee you onstage!â
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The knowledge that Heejin wore nothing under her heavy costume dress made the onstage love scenes even more enjoyable. At the point in the show where we were supposed to simulate sex on a bed behind the main action onstage, Heejin whispered to me between kisses.
âThis is the first time Nanaâs seen us do this, you know.â
Sure enough, I could see Nana sitting with other crew members in the audience. Thanks to the lights, I couldnât make out her expression, but I knew she was watching.
âLetâs give them a show,â Heejin said, and grinded herself against me even more sexually.
By the end of the show, I was so sexually frustrated that everything could have set me off. Heejinâs enticing young body was so tantalizingly close, yet so far. As we took our mock bows and headed offstage, Heejin whispered in my ear: âWait for me in the dressing room.â
I waited for Heejin in the dressing room for almost a half hour. She never showed. When I finally got fed up waiting and came out, I found Nana and Heejin seated together. Heejin had changed back into her clothes, but I couldnât help wondering whether sheâd put underwear on.
âHey, you two.â
âYou took forever in there,â Nana said.
Heejin gave me a âSorryâ look.
âGreat job, you guys!â Nana said. She seemed genuinely excited for us. âI think that went great!â
Heejin and I smiled and agreed.
âA couple screw-ups,â Heejin said, âbut nothing that canât be fixed before tomorrow.â
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When we got home later that night, Nana pulled me away into her room. She was on me immediately, hungrily pulling off my clothes.
âGod, you looked so sexy onstage,â she said. âI wanted to jump you right in front of everybody.â
She pulled down her pants, then mounted me, bottomless. She moved her soaking slit against my painfully hard cock, but stopped short of slipping me inside her yet.
âIt was weird seeing you kiss Heejin at first,â she said, âbut by the end I kind of liked it.â
She angled my cock into her pussy and began to sink her tight, wet heat down onto me. My face contorted with pleasure.
âDo you get hard when youâre with Heejin onstage?â Nana asked as she slowly fucked me.
I was shocked by the question. My shock must have shown on my face, because Nana laughed and kissed me. We were fully connected, my cock deep inside her and her petite body pressed into mine.
âItâs okay,â she said. âItâs a physical response, not something you can control.â
My cock throbbed inside her. I was nearing orgasm.
âTell me,â she said, speeding up on my cock.
âSometimes, I guess,â I said, breathing heavily. I was going to cum.
âThatâs okay, baby,â Nana moaned in my ear. âShe can feel you hard all she wants, as long as you bring that cum home to where it belongs⌠right up inside me.â
With that, I shot off in her, pumping her full of cum with deep, powerful strokes. The feeling of me cumming in her set Nana off too, and together we came while I was still inside her. Finally, I pulled out of her, looking down at her tight pussy with open lips, between which my cum dribbled out. Nana lay back on the bed, her legs spread, still wearing her shirt. She yawned, stretching, and as she did so she lifted her pussy off the bed, causing another dribble of cum to come out.
âI didnât realize how tired I was,â Nana said. âCome cuddle me.â
I held her until I felt her breathing become slow and regular, indicating that sheâd fallen asleep. Then I got up and padded out into the hallway, heading in the direction of the bathroom, though I knew what awaited me before I got there.
Halfway down the hallway, Heejinâs door opened and she came out wearing a sheer nightie. Even in the low light, I could see her nipples poking through the fabric. Her eyes went to my half-erection clearly visible through my tight boxers. She beckoned me inside, and I followed silently. She pulled off her nightie, then turned to face me, fully naked. Heejin led me to the bed and pulled down my boxers.
âThis is too risky,â I whispered. âWhat if your sister comes to check where I am?â
Heejin touched my cock, still wet and sticky with residual slickness from Nanaâs pussy.
âThen sheâll see me tasting her on your cock.â Heejin licked slowly up the side of my shaft, savoring the taste of her older sisterâs pussy on me. âMm. Nana has a delicious pussy, doesnât she?â
âSisters donât usually taste each otherâs pussies.â
âIâm not getting it from the source,â Heejin said quietly as she bobbed her mouth up and down on my cock. âIâm still just sucking a dick. Nothing wrong with that. Besides...â I saw Heejin dip her finger into her own pussy, then bring it to her mouth and suck it clean. âI have to make sure I taste better than her.â
She resumed blowing me. Despite just having finished fucking Nana, I found myself getting close to cumming in Heejinâs mouth. She felt me swell and pulled me out. I was about to ask what she was doing, when she climbed up on the bed and spread her legs. Light came through her window, falling across her perfect body and her glistening, hairy vulva.
âI want you to fuck me. Be my first.â She said seductively.
As she spoke, she delicately dipped her middle finger into herself. I watched as her tight lips parted to accept her finger.
The prospect of fucking the freshman beauty was enticing. But Iâd been spurting cum in her sisterâs pussy barely 15 minutes ago. That was no way to lose your virginity.
âI just finished with Nana, Iâm not gonna be able to go again.â
âIâll blow you until youâre ready to put it in me ââ
âHeejin,â I said firmly. âWe canât have sex.â
âBut the whole show today, I could feel you hard against me,â Heejin said. Her voice quavered. âWhat is it? You donât like me? Youâd rather fuck Nana than me?â
âNo, no, itâs not that at all ââ
âThen what? Does she have a better pussy than me?â
âHeejin â itâs not like thatâ
I climbed onto the bed, moving up to kiss Heejin. As I did, I pressed my body to hers, feeling her hard nipples against my chest and her wet pussy against the outside of my boxers. I grinded into her for a moment, but stopped it before it went any further by beginning to kiss my way down her body. First her breasts, then her toned stomach...
âFuck...â Heejin breathed. I grinned inwardly; two months ago, the sheltered freshman wouldnât have been cursing. Now I was about to eat her pussy.
I kissed Heejinâs inner thighs, teasing her and making her thrust up towards me, trying to get me to put my mouth on her. But I kept kissing anywhere but her pussy, feeling the heat and wetness increasing with her arousal.
Finally, I licked Heejinâs pussy. She tasted incredible, clean and womanly, and she was so sensitive and worked up that it only took ten or fifteen seconds before I could feel her body stiffening in anticipation of an orgasm. I kept up pressure on her clit, steadily working my tongue in circles.
Heejin grabbed me by the head, involuntarily mashing my face into her pussy, then came with a great shuddering moan. I reached up one hand, slick from finger-fucking her, to silence her, but all she did was suck on my fingers while I kept licking her from below.
When she was finally done with her long orgasm, she brought my head up to her to sloppily make out. My lips were covered with the taste of her, but she clearly wasnât shy about tasting herself.
âOh my god, youâre amazing,â Heejin said, panting. âBut we have to return you to Nana soon.â
Heejin put her mouth back on me, blowing me with eagerness. After making her cum with my mouth, I was pretty worked up. It didnât take me long to unload in her mouth for the second time. Now I wasnât so timid, fucking her mouth as I spurted cum down her throat. She moaned sexily and happily drank me up.
She opened her mouth so I could see the mouthful of my semen sheâd collected. Then she put two fingers in her mouth, took some of my cum, andâŚ
âHeejin, no ââ
Heejin stuck her cum-covered fingers inside her pussy. I could only watch as she fucked herself to another small orgasm, her fingers taking the place my cock would have been. Sheâd still found a way to get my cum in her pussy, and gasped in pleasure as she worked my semen in and out of her already sopping slit.
âWhat the fuck are you doing?â
âSorry, Suho,â she breathed. âI had to.â
âThatâs dangerous, Heejin. You could get pregnant.â
âI donât like when Nana gets things I donât. And that includes your cum in her.â
â
Opening night came at last. I was overwhelmed with nerves, both excited at the prospect of putting on a great show and nervous to think what would happen with Heejin. The girl had been acting bolder and bolder, and I worried sheâd try to do something extreme.
But as the evening before the show wore on, my fear faded. Heejin ignored me completely, focused on getting into character. Everyone buzzed with excitement and nervousness, and I soon was so caught up in it that I forgot almost entirely about the strange sexual relationship I had been building up with Heejin.
It was a function of the show, I told myself. Just us getting into character and letting that character bleed over into our real lives. But once the show was done, I would return to Nanaâs side, Heejin would go off and find herself a boyfriend, and everything would be right in the world again.
At least, thatâs what I told myself.
I donât know if I even believed it at the time.
I checked my costume in the mirror of my dressing room one last time before nodding, satisfied, and joining the fray.
âBreak a leg,â Nana said, kissing me briefly before heading out to the theater to find her seat. I watched her go. For all she knew, I felt as awkward as her about this whole situation. But in truth my feelings were more complicated than that.
Heejin and I waited with the other actors in the wings as Hanjae introduced the show. I looked up to find Heejin staring at me intensely.
I gave her âWhatâs going on?â look.
Heejin, in response, lifted up her skirt ever so slowly. She was standing behind the other actors, so I was the only one who could see. As she flashed me, I saw with a twinge that, like yesterday, she was wearing no panties. I caught a short peek of her pussy.
Thatâs when I knew things werenât going back to normal.
The show began normally, everyone hitting their marks and remembering their lines perfectly.
The trouble came when Heejin and I fell into bed together at the rear of the stage. Our characters were supposed to be having sex under the nose of Heejinâs characterâs husband, but while the scene went on in front of us Heejin kissed me and pressed her body into mine harder than usual.
Carefully, timing her motions with our stage humping, Heejin reached down between us and unbuckled my pants.
âWhat are you doing?â I said quietly, between kisses.
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âShhhh,â was all she said.
I looked out into the audience. Despite the stage lights, I could see Nanaâs blonde hair in the crowd. She was watching us.
Under the covers, Heejin pulled down my boxers and fished my cock out. I was hard and huge in her small hand.
âHeejin, no ââ
Heejin angled herself on top of me, pressing her stomach into my cock, trapping it between us. I prayed that was it, that all she wanted was a little humping, but then she slid up me. My cock, still hard and flat against my stomach, came into contact with her hairy mound. I tried to move away, but she was on top and we had to keep doing the scene, or weâd draw attention and get caught.
I felt a wet heat come into contact with my cock. She grinded her pussy up and down the underside of my cock, getting it wet with her slickness.
My tip was slotted between her wet lips. She thrust her hips up and down, letting the tip of my cock run along the cleft of her pussy and come to rest right at her soaked opening, teasing me each time with a tantalizing dip of my cockhead into her pussy. I could do nothing to stop it.
âHeejin,â I whispered. âplease donât do this, look at how many people are watching... and weâre unprotected.â
âThatâs the whole fun of it all,â she said. âI want you bare inside me.â
She began to slide me inside her. My cock parted her trimmed lips and pushed into her inch by inch, her wet cunt stretching slowly to accommodate me. She was soaking wet, hot and beautifully tight, the kind of pussy that made me forget every other woman Iâd ever been inside of, because this one seemed designed for my cock. I went slowly, the pleasure coursing through us.
When I had sunk into her to the hilt, we stopped.
âThere we go,â Heejin breathed. âNow Nana canât call me a virgin anymore.â
I opened my mouth to say something, but at that moment Heejin and I remembered we were onstage. We had been so distracted by our actual sex that weâd forgotten to simulate it for the audience.
âWe need to keep going,â I whispered, pulling her tighter to me.
âI agree,â she said, bringing her pussy up and down, fucking me with an aching slowness. I wondered if Nana had ever told Heejin what I liked, or if she knew instinctively. God, she was tight. As I rolled my head over, I spotted Nanaâs blonde mane in the audience.
âNanaâs watching,â I breathed into Heejinâs ear. My cock throbbed inside her, egged on by the risk and mind-bending pleasure Heejinâs young, perfect body was giving me.
âGood,â Heejin panted quietly. âI want her to watch as her boyfriend cums inside me.â
It hadnât occurred to me that she wouldnât pull me out. I didnât want to cum in her, risking a pregnancy that would make the entire situation far worse. Knocking up your girlfriendâs little sister is never a good place to be, so I tried to move backward, but she was on top and I was too deep in her.
âYouâre not on birth control,â I gasped, aware of how quickly the tight wetness of her around my cock was bringing me towards orgasm.
âI know. Weâre being really bad.â
âHeejin, Heejin, fuck ââ
My climax was approaching like a freight train. I couldnât help it â I thrust into Heejinâs clenching tunnel with ferocity, her breasts bouncing slightly in the corset, right at my face. I wanted to reach out and tear off her dress, kiss her everywhere, but could do nothing but chastely kiss Heejinâs lips, otherwise the audience might know something was too real about the way I was thrusting into her under her dress and the covers.
âCum in me,â she whispered in my ear. âCum in your girlfriendâs little sister. Fill up my tight little pussy in front of everyone.â
I could feel her inner walls flexing, milking me. My cock swelled within her. With one last glance at Nana, I thrust up into Heejinâs pussy and let go.
I nearly blacked out in pleasure as I shot spurt after spurt of cum up into Heejin. She gasped, too loud, as my warmth splashed into her, then began to shudder and moan into my shoulder, grinding her clit hard into me. We were cumming simultaneously, me emptying all I had into her, and her body shaking, racked with pleasure. At that moment I didnât care that people were watching. I just wanted her.
I quickly filled up her unprotected pussy with my cum, until I could feel it dripping out of her as I kept thrusting. She rode out the rest of her climax on my cock.
Weâd both finished quicker than the allotted time for our lovemaking onstage, so we were forced to keep fucking even as my cock softened and came out of her cum-soaked pussy. I could feel cum dripping out of her slit onto my cock, and hoped none of it got on the costume.
Finally, the lights went down and the scene change began. Heejin and I rolled off each other with one final kiss. I tucked my cock back into my pants and she pulled her dress down. We went our separate ways in the soft light of the glow in the dark stage tape.
âGreat job,â Hanjae whispered to me backstage. âVery believable.â
â
As we bowed to the applauding audience, Heejin squeezed my hand. Over the din, she said into my ear: âI can still feel you inside of me.â
âGood,â I said back.
I made my way to the dressing room, congratulating my cast mates on the way. Everyone was excited from a successful show, but I was still dazed, trying to work through what had happened with Heejin onstage. Had anyone seen us? Had we left behind any evidence? Would she get pregnant? Would Nana find out?
With all these thoughts swimming in my head, I opened the door to my dressing room. Nana was already there, waiting for me.
âHello,â I said, not knowing what else to say. I shut the door behind me.
âYou and Heejin did amazing work out there,â Nana said. She kissed me. âThis time I couldnât wait until we got home to fuck you.â
I knew I couldnât have sex right away, seeing as I was still covered with the evidence of Heejin fucking me.
âNana, wait ââ
Nana pulled down my pants, revealing my semi-hard cock. It was shiny, still wet with Heejinâs pussy fluids and a residual amount of my cum. Nana grabbed it, feeling the wetness. She dropped to her knees.
âIf I didnât know better, Iâd say you just fucked somebody.â
I tried to stop her, but she stuffed my cock into her mouth before I could say anything. Nana swirled her tongue around my slick cock, looking directly up at me. I watched, rapt, as she sucked her little sisterâs juices off my hardening shaft, moaning around my cock. Was she... enjoying this? She had to know it was Heejinâs pussy she was tasting.
I tried to pull away.
âWait, Nana, Iâm sorry, but onstage... Heejin slipped me into her...â
Nana lifted off my cock. âYou donât think I recognize the taste of my little sister on my boyfriendâs cock? You two are fine actors, but not good enough to make real sex look fake. I could see every second of you coming inside her.â
At that, my dick jumped in Nanaâs hand. She engulfed my cock with her warm mouth, bobbing up and down, sucking me. Then she looked up at me again.
âIt was so fucking sexy; it was almost worth losing.â
Losing? Losing what? Before I had time to ask, we were interrupted by a voice from behind us.
âHow do I taste?â
Heejin was at the door to the dressing room, still wearing her costume from the show, her breasts pressed high in the corset. She closed and locked the door behind her.
Nana continued to suck my dick for a few moments, like it was the most normal thing in the world for her younger sister to watch.
Heejin smiled, watching her big sister slobber on the cock that had so recently finished inside her. âIâll take that as a yes.â Heejin sat up on the makeup table, pulled up her dress, and spread her legs, revealing her pink pussy beneath that trimmed bush. As she spread her plump lips with her fingers, my cum trickled slowly out of her tight hole.
At that, Nana finally slowed to a stop on my cock. She popped me out of her mouth and wiped away the juices coating her lips. Heejin was slowly fingering herself, rubbing my cum around her folds.
âThe terms of the bet were clear,â Heejin said, looking at Nana. âIf I didnât manage to make him cum in me tonight, I had to bow out of the show and let you have the lead role. But if I did make him cum in me...â
âI know,â Nana said. She got up and crossed to Heejin.
âSorry, but what is going on?â My head was spinning. This had all been some kind of competitive game between the two sisters?
âIf I got you to fill my pussy with your cum onstage, a feat your girlfriend said was impossible, sheâd have to lick it out of me.â Heejin spread her pussy lips with her fingers.
Nana lowered herself to her little sisterâs sperm-filled pussy.
My jaw dropped as Nana reached out her tongue and made contact with her younger sisterâs pussy. She licked from the bottom up, parting Heejinâs folds and sinking her tongue into her hole. I saw a pearl of my cum on the tip of Nanaâs tongue. When she reached Heejinâs clit, Nana swallowed my cum, then licked Heejinâs clit, making the younger girl moan. Nana ran her tongue back down Heejinâs little pussy, then repeated the process. She managed to get some, but not all of my cum from Heejinâs pussy.
I could see Heejinâs breathing becoming ragged, see her body stiffening as Nana licked her. She was going to cum from her big sisterâs mouth.
âWait wait wait, fuck, oh god...â
Nana looked up at her sister, smiling as she licked her pussy more intensely. Now it wasnât about licking my cum out of her slit. It was about making the younger girl cum. And cum Heejin did, her body seizing and her breasts jiggling as she held Nanaâs face to her quivering pussy, riding out an intense orgasm on her sisterâs tongue.
Finally Nana slowed to a stop and pulled back from Heejinâs shiny pink pussy.
âThere,â she said, wiping her face off. âYou won, fair and square.â
Heejin looked over at me. My cock was still out, standing up hard and throbbing. She got a mischievous smile on her face and began to pull her dress up over her head.
âHow about a double or nothing bet?â
Nana looked over at me. âWhat do you have in mind?â
âWe trade off. One minute each. Whoever can get him to cum first, wins.â
âWins what?â
I was still shocked by Nanaâs eagerness to eat her younger sisterâs pussy and bring her to orgasm. Now she was going to agree to Heejin fucking me in front of her? What could be worth that?
âHim.â Heejin, now naked, got on her knees in front of me and slowly began to stroke my cock. âIf you manage to make him cum inside you, then Iâll back off Suho and you can have your precious lead role. But if I make him cum inside me, I get him.â
âEasy now, Iâm not comfortable with all this,â I said. I didnât want my dating life determined by a competition between sisters. On the other hand, alternating between the two of them sounded extra hot, and I wasnât thinking with my head.
âItâll be fine, baby,â Nana said, stripping down. I could see a huge wet spot on her panties. âJust cum in me, not in her.â
âI donât know...â
âWhatâs wrong, Nana? You scared?â
âNo,â she said defensively. âIâm more experienced with him. I know how to get him to cum. Itâs little miss barely not a virgin who should be worried.â
âNot even an hour ago he was cumming inside me,â Heejin scoffed. âOnce heâs felt that, itâll be hard to go back.â
Nana lay back on the floor, spreading her legs. Heejin leaned down and buried my cock in her mouth, giving it a few sucks before she took it out of her mouth, grabbed it in her hand, and angled it towards Nanaâs slit. When my tip was nestled between my girlfriendâs hairy pussy lips, Heejin darted forward and planted a sloppy kiss on Nanaâs clit. Nana gasped in pleasure.
âYou ready?â Heejin said, straightening up. âAnd... go!â
I started fucking Nana. The horniness from the whole situation meant I was starting the drive on the fifty-yard line; it wouldnât take much to bring me over the edge. Nana was wet, wetter than Iâd felt her in a long time, and the tight, hot slickness felt heavenly.
âCum in me, baby, please, please,â Nana moaned, her small tits bouncing with every thrust. âPlease do it, baby...â
âThirty seconds,â Heejin said. One minute was no time at all.
I sped up my thrusts. Nana flexed her inner muscles hard, and the tightness brought me closer, but I didnât think I would be able to cum before the time ran out. I loved Nana, but after having Heejin, who was sex personified, Iâd be lying if I said my sexy but familiar girlfriend matched up.
Heejin started to count down, timing it with my strokes. âTen, nine, eight, seven, six...â
âCome on, baby, cum, you know you want to...â
I thrust hard, looking down at Nanaâs pussy as it spread open for my cock.
âFive, four, three...â
âBaby...â Nana held onto me tight, but we both knew I wasnât going to finish. Panting, I slowed down.
âThatâs time!â Heejin exclaimed gleefully. âPull out of her!â
âFuck,â Nana moaned, disappointed. I withdrew from her, watching as her pussy lips gripped me like they were desperately trying to keep me inside her. Next to Nana, Heejin had her legs spread and her red, aroused, tufted pussy on display.
âCome here,â Heejin said. I positioned myself between her legs. Heejin took my cock and delicately slotted the tip into her. Nana watched, a flush of embarrassment creeping down her neck towards her breasts. I noticed that her nipples were still rock hard on her tits, which, though still perfectly shaped, looked even smaller in comparison to Heejinâs full and perfect ones.
Heejin looked up to her older sister, to make sure she was watching. âThanks for warming him up for me, big sis.â I pushed an inch into Heejinâs tightness. Both sisters gasped. âOoh, heâs so nice and slick,â Heejin cooed. âThanks for the help there, too.â
I pushed all the way into Heejin, until my entire cock was grasped by her snug pussy. We stared at each other intensely. The first time weâd had sex was in the dark, covered so that it would be impossible to see each other. Now, I could drink in every inch of her. Her perfectly round, smooth breasts, nipples standing up straight like pencil erasers, and her neat, perfect pussy clenching my bare cock. I withdrew almost all the way, then drove back into her. Her tits bounced. I slowly built up a rhythm, thrusting into her.
âOf course heâd rather cum in me,â Heejin breathed. âIâm younger, Iâm tighter, Iâm forbidden...â
For a second, the only sounds were the wet squish of Heejinâs pussy and her quiet moans as I fucked her. Then I heard another slick sound and looked over. Nanaâs eyes were glued to her little sisterâs tiny, trimmed pussy, which stretched to fit me inside as I drove into Heejin over and over. Nana had her hand between her legs, playing with herself. She was driving her fingers up into her slit with abandon, as wet as Iâd ever seen her.
It had only been thirty seconds or so. Fucking Nana had gotten me going, so I was already close. Heejin felt me get bigger inside her and bit her lip, scrunching up her face in pleasure.
âOoh, I can feel him swelling inside me.â
Nana said nothing, continuing to masturbate. She had apparently already given into the idea that Heejin had won.
âHeâs gonna cum in me,â Heejin moaned. âYour boyfriendâs gonna fill up my little cunt and you have to watch.â
Nana looked at me, pleading silently, but Heejin took my face in her hands and made me look at her. She was spread open before me, her body the image of perfection, taking my cock with little gasps of pleasure that were building toward a climax.
âDo it,â she whispered.
And I did. I drove fully into her, my cock jerking as it shot cum into her young pussy. Everyoneâs eyes were glued on my cock, splitting Heejinâs lips apart and throbbing with every spurt inside her. Heejin was set off again by the feeling of me filling her up, moaning and shuddering. I watched as her pussy clenched me, quickly filling to the brim. Next to us, Nanaâs petite breasts jiggled and she let out a high-pitched gasp, arching her back. She was climaxing at the sight of me cumming inside her little sister.
I kept cumming. Heejinâs small pussy overflowed with my sperm, each thrust pushing some of it out between her tight, hairy lips.
âPut it all into me,â Heejin said between gasps. âEvery drop you have.â
After a few more spurts, I withdrew my cock from Heejinâs pussy. Heejin cried out at the sudden emptiness. On my knees, I approached Nana, whose legs were spread as she played with her pussy. I slotted my still-climaxing cock, covered in Heejinâs juices, into my girlfriendâs pussy.
Nana smiled as she felt me thrust into her, her tightness milking the last spurts of my cum.
âThank you, baby,â she said. âSaving some for me.â
Both sisters lay naked below me, flushed chests heaving; Heejinâs large and firm, Nanaâs small and cute. Their legs were spread, showcasing nearly identical haired pussies. And though Heejinâs pussy had more of my cum dripping out of it, as I pulled out of Nana I was happy to see that I had cum enough to see a pearl of semen between her lips, too.
âThere,â I said as Heejin and Nana both began to clean off my cock, their lips occasionally touching as they licked me. âNow itâs a tie, and I get both of you.â
âFor now,â Heejin said, looking up at me as she ran her tongue up my shaft. âBut eventually, one sister always wins."
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KINKVEMBER DAY: 9
[prompt: problematic relationships]
male reader x nana
10k words
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"Do you have any idea how long I've thought about it?" Nana slips a finger between the buttons of your shirt. "You, me - us?"
And here, you actually, truthfully do not want to know.
So, go ahead, cue up the sound of a mental rolodex spinning out while you start to list the very real, very valid, very adult reasons you should never, ever put your hands on her. (1) She's too young for you, (2) you're kind of a community figure, or at least someone who has to appear to be one, and more pertinently (3) she was your student not long enough ago - in your ethics class, the irony of which is not lost on you - and that makes it the kind of dirty, low thing you'd feel guilty for even masturbating to. Let alone actually attempt to live through, no matter how insistent some parts of you might be to the contrary, a point emphasized by the pressure of her finger against the dip just below your sternum.
"These... oh, how should I call them." Nana hums softly just before easing a bit of distance between the two of you, head tilting like she's in a trailer for this summer's romcom, and not, you know, trying to drag you into hell. "Filthy little fantasies?"
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You're a high school teacher, interdisciplinary. Sometimes history, other times philosophy, you've also taught math - and once, egregiously, home economics when the faculty member whose usual duties consisted of teaching the class was out on a very sudden and scandalous maternity leave. But it's your love of literature that finds you in a bookstore near enough to the high school to sell more used copies of intro textbooks than actual novels.
You're paging through a book you'd say you're considering buying - if any of the store staff were to push the question onto you - when she appears at the other end of the fiction aisle.
You catch the look first of her dyed hair, this perfect shade of chocolate, to the edges, the fade-to-brown, cascading over where a more formal shirt would ostensibly have shoulders.
She smiles; it's pretty.
Then, you make the mistake of glancing down and seeing the modest rise of her chest beneath a crisp-collared sleeveless top; all your typical college-age tells but for the red flannel, rolled back down around her waist. Her fingers, long and thin, dangle from where a uniform button-down would taper off around her wrist, thumb rubbing lazily at her forearm. The briefest glimpse of her nails, all done up in acrylic - perhaps the most potent way to show contempt for an old dress-code.
You have, admittedly, also noticed the length (appropriately, the lack thereof) of her pleated skirt and those frilly stockings that ride so far up the creamy curves of her thighs that it has your stomach rolling and tightening when she shuts closed the book in her hands and says -
"Isn't it weird how most of the novels in the romance section are written by women?â
- she speaks with a slow deliberateness, like she'd only ever hoped to find one of her old teachers alone and slightly vulnerable in a used bookstore -
âLike, how do you think a man would even go about writing those kinds of stories?" She grins, because maybe this isn't really a question at all - not one meant for you, certainly. And for one wild moment, the rush of relief (she's not actually talking to you), then panic (she's actually talking to you.) surges through you.
But then the girl pushes another couple books along the shelf and continues.
"Because I'll tell you what, Professor - all this stuff," a flip-flip-flip of her fingertips against a leathery dustjacket, "about just feeling it, not being able to control it. It's all women, always women." Another wave of her hand to set another row of spines a-shuddering. "Do you ever think maybe people will get tired of listening to girls talking about feelings when what they really need to see is what guys would do?"
There are so many reasons you should turn and run.Â
So many little flags, flickering wildly in your mind. This is one of your students. Was it this fall? Maybe the last; she had sat front-center. Never slept in, was one of your best by several measures - not simply in regards to the simple repetition of classroom work, but by her insistence on getting in the kind of heated discussion where one might dig their fingers through the innards of your lectures. Not just good - fantastic.
"Nayeon," you end up saying, flat as your suddenly paper-dry mouth can make it - with just the tiniest hint of unease. "It's been a while, hasn't it?"
And almost as if she knows that you're trying not to let your eyes dip any lower than the collar of her shirt, her shoulders do that lilting little move (hiking up and away just so), the one that your girls tend to learn a long, long time before your boys ever manage to figure out. She laughs out this pleasant sound, adds: "not that long, sir."
"Well," you're clearing your throat, looking around the bookstore like it might contain a way out, and eventually landing somewhere on her skirt, "you know how fast it all goes."
"Nana, by the way."
âIâm sorry?â
âNana,â She gently corrects you again with this mischievous slant to her smile, and you start remembering: all the gossip and rumors, how she was being courted by these talent-scouts and labels. A prodigy, or as close to it as anyone from this town could ever get.
Your eyes are starting to sting again when she, this perfect-fit model of your worst impulses, runs her hand through her hair, tugging at the roots a little bit, a silver wristwatch falling slightly down the perfect length of her forearm. It almost hurts not to reach out and steady her. And it definitely shouldn't, but it has you breathing a bit faster. The rationalization: you are a man, and there is a perfectly ordinary part of you that might be aroused by any amount of smooth, inviting skin. That's fine. You're fine.
"Just for the record," Nana starts, still looking like she wants to put a hand forward and hook one long fingernail into the buttons of your shirt. "You were, like, absolutely one of my favorite teachers."
"I guess it's nice to hear I'm not a complete lost cause," you say.
She snorts. "Oh, definitely not." And maybe because, after all of the years you have been teaching these soon-to-be lawyers, politicians, and doctors, you've come to not look down on them for saying the wrong things so much. Though you do envy their absolute ability to say the wrongest of things - just so - just on purpose.
"Are you," you nod at the thick stack of paperback novels that she is still holding, and with which, suddenly, she's bashful and flustered - this perfect shade of pink blossoming through her cheeks. "Actually here to buy those?"
The response: a demure little shrug. A drawl. "We all have our vices, professor."
"I'm not your teacher anymore," and remembering at the last moment, "Nana, you can drop the honorifics, please."
She holds a book out, cover turned toward you, and your mind stalls - even your fingers slip a little where they are resting on the spine of your own paperback purchase. The title is an affront to literacy, and the art on the cover seems to have been produced only with stock photos, gaudy.
"Have you heard of it?"
"Can't say that I have."
"Well," she laughs and has the courtesy not to lay it at your expense, "it is so good." Then, without missing a beat, she twists her lips together, and finds the book flush against your chest. "I'm sure it beats reading textbooks and essays about the merits of Locke and Hobbes' life-after-death stuff all day, anyway. An hour if you can spare the time? I'd love to hear your thoughts on it"
And - ah, there it is. The push.
-
There is a zero percent chance that, after any of this, things will end neatly for either of you.Â
You still wonder, slightly, how long Nana will keep up the charade before breaking character - because there's no way in hell she doesn't see what she's doing: wrapping you around her pretty fingers, her shiny, manicured nails, twisting every chance you get to reject her into an excuse to linger that little bit longer.
But it's well over an hour spent at the cafe-end of the bookstore, where she orders an iced-coffee and fills you in on the details you don't really need to hear, what she's been up to these last couple semesters - playing twenty questions; questions about other faculty members, the school, if the school newspaper is still anything like it used to be (for the record: no), then coming back to if you've been seeing anyone lately. That last one slips in so naturally you can't stop yourself from taking a slow drag off of the straw in your drink and answering: "not recently."
Because no honest deed goes unpunished, or however the saying goes.
"Hey," her hands splay out over the tabletop, pushing the cold, condensing water of her glass, smudging where a finger drags a line through the pool.
Maybe she knows. How you're already caught, and there's no going back, which is to say you're perfectly free to watch, hungrily, where her throat moves, and then where her lips part.
"Iâve got the perfect thing for that," and for one unhinged, hysterical moment you picture it, Nana: lying back against a counter or maybe in the cushions of a sofa, panties thrown carelessly over her shoulder; heaving out this soft, heady gasp. You: pushing inside of her for the very first time, both of your legs bracing, the heel of her foot pressed into the small of your back - but before you can convince yourself that she can't be talking about that, and just barely before the air gets stuck in the back of your throat and you realize that you might be so thoroughly, tragically fucked -
"Read this." A snap back into the here and now. She is looking at you very pointedly, not naked - but beautiful and perfect as she leans a bit into the table and crosses those lovely, lovely legs of hers, and tilts the copy of that awful, awful filth at you.
"Nana, respectfully, this is drivel," you say, immediately and plainly, listening to Nana laugh out loud as you glean more than you need to know from the info on the inside cover. "They've crossed like five major genre boundaries for a hook-up. Why should anyone bother?"
"Come on." She waves it off with a careless gesture of her hands. "There's plenty of things to like. Maybe you should give it a chance - broaden your horizons, teach. Besides - the sex scenes?" She rolls her shoulders with the same shrug you remember watching so carefully all those times she made her way, out of the hallways and back into that front-and-center-seat she was always occupying whenever the bell rang. "So filthy. I can show you one of my favorites."
"Doesn't really seem like appropriate reading material for -"
"You said it yourself," her voice has a bright, saccharine tone, just on the right side of strained. And between sips of that straw stuck in the purse of her pert, little mouth, she draws that next sentence - the ice cracking, thinning under your feet -
"Not my teacher anymore."
Nana smiles; this brash, cock-sure thing that reminds you, as you try to clear your throat of the nerves making a bed there: you are actually so, so fucking gone on her. So far gone it hurts, when, with a flourish and a bounce and a complete, reckless lack of discretion, she starts paging through the first chapters.
"Who says you can't study these kinds of stories on an academic level? Think about it: sex sells. Whoever ends up writing, it's a whole lot easier and a hell of a lot cheaper than trying to do it all yourself." She looks up, this mischievous twinkle in her eyes, as she angles her fingertips down on the book and opens it - page after page of very obviously poorly-written sex. You look, not even consciously.
But of course, her fingertips drift lower and lower along the pages until it's evident: she doesn't have an exact page in mind, but only a particular passage -
"Here. Let me show you, just one."
"Alright, fine," you start - trying for an effect of exasperation, something to mitigate this god awful throbbing, "whatever - you get one, one sample paragraph and I'll, you know, whatever."
"Yeah, you'll definitely see. Just trust me. Just the one."
She drums her long, gorgeous nails against the table, then eases back with a finger highlighting the text.
You're screening and scanning the words as she tells you about the heroine in the story: a pretty girl who comes down with a bad case of infatuation for her teacher - unrequited, of course. And then, into a passionate affair, of course; all the most raucous, explicit details laid out over the table for everyone else to hear. She says it is about as nonchalantly as though she had been reading you the daily weather forecast and not an elaborate metaphor for - and here, you stop her.
"He cums on her desk?"
"Fucking hot, right?" She nearly snorts and gestures you onward, her eyebrows jumping - go on, go on.
So, you skim along: a heavy rush of nausea (alongside another) pulsing down around your gut at the thought of actually doing such a thing, your ears going hot and your legs crossing on instinct. There's not so much a breath of hesitation as Nana, cool, unfazed, and utterly unaware of the uncomfortable churning of your stomach and the simultaneous thrumming in your cock, takes another deep swig of coffee.
She hums, thoughtful. "Honestly? Kinda wished it happened to me like that. You were a good, good teacher, professor. I wouldn't have minded your hands all over me." You hear her laugh, and the entire universe collapses like the end-days. You are struck down with feverish conviction: this girl is the worst.Â
"Anytime you wanted," she adds, so carelessly.
There's a clunking sound, of glass on wood; a half a second where you almost lose control over yourself.
âNayeon,â you let slip, the old name - a mistake of an invitation she grasps like a weapon. All coming to a glint in her eye that says she knows how you see it, how you can still picture her sitting with her hands folded over the skirt of her uniform, chest rising and falling beneath her cotton shirt. Studious, taking notes, acting every bit the naive sweetheart everyone believed her to be.
You shudder out some pretense of composure and settle back a few inches as she continues to coax a reaction out of you, prodding: "how many girls did you make confess back then, hm? Did it ever do them any good?"
"Dial it back, Nana."
Her expression is all feigned, gentle surprise. "But sir," she looks at you so innocently, "you said I should drop the honorific."
You want to argue that, you also want to tell her off for being such a brat - to demand that, instead, she cut the shit, sit back, and remember who you both are, but when, with a wink and a smirk, she's getting up out of her seat, Nana sets a gentle, reassuring hand on your shoulder as she pushes her chair back beneath the table. You get onto your feet, and when the two of you are stood close together like this - she's really and truly that much smaller than you remember. Waist so tiny you think you could almost, almost wrap two hands all the way around her; skirt rising all too easily when she tosses her weight between her heels.
"I hope you know what youâre doing," you tell her, sternly - the voice of a teacher whose patience is running thin.
But no matter where you look, the consequences are dire and immediate: an abject fascination, a kind of debilitating greed; the absolute fucking loss of ability to look her directly in her eyes. Not like Nana isn't staring right through you. There's no doubt some part of her relishes the feeling.
"Hey, what do I know?" This sweet, demure-like chuckle follows. "It's just porn, right?â
-
Eventually, Nana says to call it a night because the sun's long set into the horizon and the chill starts getting at the both of you.
She tells you while you're packing up your belongings to come by again sometime, her voice teasing as she explains that you should pick out a new novel to read for your benefit.
Which is possibly the ideal outcome, all things considered, if it wasn't for the way she found herself in your hands just a few paces into the parking lot - no one around to catch you, where you're gripping fast onto her wrist and pressing the lines of her body into door of your car, looming and ready to give a piece of your mind.
You know what you ought to say - things like don't bother, you've enjoyed her company, she's fun and sweet, and in a dozen different ways: be a good girl, and go home. You had your fun, didn't you? But she's practically begging, those huge, wide doe eyes that stare straight up into your soul.
"C'mon,â her voice lilts into a deeper, more purposeful register, âyou wouldn't turn down a student on her way home, would you?
(This fucking girl.)
She speaks of propriety, like you aren't a man of your own principles - like you aren't reaching down to press a kiss to the swell of her lips like she undoubtedly deserves. To lick into her mouth and pull and kiss and bite until she's trembling, teeth caught in a delicate whimper. Or, that you aren't running your hands down her sides to find the backs of her knees and draw them upward, hooking your hips flush against hers.
She's all too breathless, watching you draw off her lips, fingers fast in your shirt, your hair - holding you close.
Then finally, a true, honest reflection of your heart. Nothing less than sheer and utter capitulation: "let me take you home."
Nana just nods before wrapping her arms around your neck and kissing you again.
-
It's definitely on you for expecting anything different, but Nana fucks like she talks.
Conceited. Brash. A little selfish.
The girl's sitting there on her kitchen counter with one leg hooked over your shoulder. She's stripped herself down to near nothing save for those fuck-off ridiculous panties: slick, shiny with a thick strip of satin between her lips, complete with white lace frills and all; the same ridiculous pattern as the thigh-high stockings clinging tight around the soft-gentle fat of her legs and the lace top of her garter. Her pussy - all tight and pink and soaked - has left this shimmering, shiny mess that's trailing down the insides of her thighs.
Your fingers are in the elastic of her panties, near bruising the curve in her waist where she's rocking, flushed and keening against your grip.
You tell her, "take these off."
"Off?" She repeats it back to you with the same little grin: playing dumb, the smart, charming ass she's been all night.
"I'd tell you what I really want to do to you," you start, pushing your fingers in a little harder, eliciting another pretty moan. "But I'm really, really sure you can fill in the blanks yourself.
"I hope you're not planning on being rough with me," she teases, running her hands all through your hair as she pulls herself against you - and of course, it's her audacity to insist, "no marks." She drops a chaste little kiss along the underside of your jaw. "At least, nothing that might show up on a camera."
Someone with a little less baggage might have done just that. Might have jerked her panties down a couple inches further - ripped the cloth, exposed her even more. You might have followed the waistline further along the perfect round of her ass, found those dips and dimples that, maybe, no one else has ever gotten to explore. You may have grasped at the ends of her hair and gotten your fingers in her pussy without ceremony - driven Nana to the very brink of her climax just before palming two greedy handfuls of that ass - shoving yourself right there between her lips and, lost to shame, put a fucking kid in her.
All the things she must be dying for you to do.
"Something the matter?" She pushes her mouth into yours for a kiss that has all the urgency of a lazy Sunday morning. Your tongue against hers, languid and gentle at first; wet-sloppy, kissing and sucking on her bottom lip. You can feel her smirking when she says, "don't tell me you've forgotten how."
It's a lot, the effort you're putting in not to crumble - to crack at her taunts, snap your restraint, the temptation. You just wanna grab her pretty tits in both hands, shake her, and say: "shut the fuck up." But no - even in your wildest fantasy, you want to hear her first - beg you to make a wreck of her. So you force the words between your lips, dry and cracking:
"Not a fucking chance."
A laugh. "Guess I'm in good hands, then. Have to admit," Nana slides her hands down to hook under your own, bringing them lower. She grinds your fingers in slow circles over that one, aching, perfect little bud - a shock that has her curling tight inward until she's whining, clutching at her waist. "Not the - not the situation I had in mind."
Nana shifts her weight a bit more on one hip, guiding you through rubbing along the entrance to her slit - sloppy with precum, silky and aching - and when you place just the lightest pressure over all that hot skin, she opens her mouth:Â
"Ah."
Her eyes, her hair, her fucking mouth - you canât look away - sheâs so gorgeous it hurts.
Even the way she pants; the perfect furrow between her brows. And then, you dip a finger inside her, just to the first knuckle. Itâs enough to make her whine, all shaky and high.
"Go on then, with how youâd pictured it," you press, already easing your digit in and out; slow, slick pumps that she is growing hotter, needier around. "I'm sure you've touched yourself to it more than a few times. The details and - stuff - must have been vivid."
"You haven't the slightest clue."
A brief kiss. You coax another shy sound from her, drawing a long sigh against her mouth -
"Try me, Nayeon."
"This is a lot closer to the truth than youâd think, professor." This time, no correction, she just smiles wide and tosses her head back, asking, sweetly, as if to absolve you of the responsibility. "Do you have any idea how long I've thought about it? You, me - us?"Â
Nana slips a finger between the buttons of your shirt and starts to pull.
On that detail, you actually, truthfully do not want to know.
"These... oh, how should I even call them." She hums softly just before easing a bit of distance between the two of you, head tilting like she's in a trailer for this summer's romcom, and not, you know, trying to drag you into hell. "Filthy little fantasies?"
"You know," you start. And by this point, her cunt's that much tighter. You've managed two fingers now, but no further, and she's making these desperate, punched-out gasps. Her clit's a swollen pink nub, jutting out from its soft hood. "I really had you pegged all wrong."
"Not - not at all. You can fuck me just fine, trust me - ah. Please, you can fuck me anyway you want."
And here, you grab a little higher on her hips, pinching her on the outside of a thigh, and begin working your fingers fast. You've never cared much for teasing, not really, but something about the way she squirms in your grip, tries to lean up and grasp onto your shoulders with shaking hands, it gets you smiling. It gets you grinning, even, especially the way she makes these pretty noises: a long, desperate little, "ah," at each press and thrust, her breath going high and uneven.Â
"Listen, Nana -" She squeals out loud when you push your fingers just a little deeper, a little bit harder. "I'm not going to talk about what a slut you've been today or how badly I want to spread you wide open," you can already tell it's affecting her: the sudden change, the subtle hitch in her breathing, the tremor where her thighs press together. "Tell me about you, about your little ideas. Let me help."
"Wouldn't be fair." Her pussy's getting tighter, urgent with want. And still:
"C'mon now. Humor me a little. There was probably-" you say, sliding down that ridiculous pair of underwear along her ass, tugging them over the curves of her legs - so slow and easy, all while you're not bothering with easing off. Nana moans again; voice pitched. "Lots. Lots and lots of dirty things - and, I'm willing to bet my career that they made you a hot, mess - an awful, soaking fucking wreck. Who could've guessed? You, of all people, with just the right kind of teacher's-pet-appeal, hm?"
And you meant it to be a joke, just some ribbing. But the question has her immediately tensing, looking at you very intently, no trace of shame as she snaps back -
"Your mouth." She rocks forward. "Your fucking mouth."
You shouldn't keep touching her, you shouldn't keep staring, you shouldn't push her flat on her back and shove your face right into her cunt, you should pull away before this goes too far - it shouldn't be your fingers drawing out sopping-wet gasps out of her pussy, nor should you press your tongue to her cunt, your mouth to all that delicate flesh and, at your first taste, shiver.
Nana laughs: shaky, nervous. Then, your fingers sink back into her pussy alongside your tongue, your lips, the way even your hot breath against her aching pussy has her all stunned, breathless - and -
"Please."
- right before she breaks off into a beautiful sound that catches her hard in the chest.
(A sound like youâre all she could ever want in this life, maybe the next; itâs this wordless plea.)
"Hah, I had - ah, had so much - hah - dirt on you, used to masturbate thinking - ah," and there, she arches her spine, forcing a sigh out, "thinking about how you might punish me." She laughs - nearly choking. "How you might break down all your veneer of being a good, moral man and fuck me raw and rough and - ah - fuck. Oh god, fuck."
You twist your fingertips up just so, right against this perfect spot in her, and all the sudden the entire line of her body seizes - stiffens up, the muscles in her thighs twitch as you both moan through the moment, the spasms reverberating in your own ears, loud and unashamed, right against her wet, wet clit. Your fingers are fucking and fucking and fucking away in her cunt, harder and faster and sloppier, every word, every groan, every gasped breath only making it easier to forget. To give in. And with every heavy slap and squelch of your fingertips digging in as deep as her body allows - you're sending her that much closer.
You pull back long enough to bite out: "cum whenever you want, Nana.â
She canât, she canât, she canât, is what sheâs trying to say, bracing against how your tongue moves around her clit, and she knows, thereâs no use fighting it.
A kiss against her swollen mound and she writhes. âThere you go sweetheart, cum for me.â
Nana comes undone. Gradually at first, then vaulting over that edge all at once. She lifts and lowers her hips - pushing your fingers into the smooth, velvety muscles of her cunt; rocking up and up again. It's a torturously slow kind of grinding, and her feet find purchase on either side of you as her toes curl, one heel digging into your shoulder. An assurance; a promise; a lifeline; that she might tremble and shake through it, moaning.
âFuck,â and, âgod,â and, âyouâre gonna make me-â slip past her lips alongside all the assured gasped-out cries for relief - the orgasm sweeping through her, tearing her apart.
Back pitching, shoulders narrowing, face twisting, cinching tighter and tighter -
Until she collapses.
Until itâs over.
As she lays there, chest heaving, arm draped carelessly across her forehead and half over a kitchen cutting board - her thighs splayed open, fucked and spent - she's so, so beautiful.
And itâs in that sort of fucked-up-noodly-state where she just slides right into your arms - those long, slender legs wrapping tight around your middle. "Here's the deal," you say, grabbing hold of her hips and steadying her, as best as either of you can.
"Hm." This lazy, sated look, the way her tongue's dragged out - slow and slick - across the top of her teeth and bottom of her lips. "Go ahead, sir. I'm listening."
The lip service - that coy little appeal to authority that maybe youâre actually plenty fond of - it makes you stop for the barest of moments. This girl, she's unreal. How hard could you ever be asked to resist her?
She lifts a brow. "Professor."
So you continue:
"I'm going to get out of these clothes, and we are going to see what happens after that - if you have a preference for the bed or the sofa, now's your chance to pipe up. Or else -"
"Or else-" She repeats, shifting her weight around again. You can feel how she adjusts her heels to hang higher up your ribs, rocking her weight against your abdomen, against your cock - and the instinctual twitch that runs through your spine is turgid and rough. Like a shot. If it had a smell, it'd probably remind you of gasoline.
And then, maybe just to rile you up even more: "the dining room table makes a good impression of a teacher's desk, no?"
You slide your hand along the backs of her thighs until you have a good, tight, high hold on them and pick her up, leaving the panties, the stockings, all of it down where they can gather dust or whatever - she giggles, and tightens her hold around you like she doesn't need to worry about falling.
"I'd rather fuck you into a mattress to be perfectly candid."
Nana throws back her head and laughs - this real, honest-to-goodness peal of laughter, a hint of playfulness where there was usually just a practiced ease. "Oh. So forward."
(In all likelihood, you're both going to hell, and on the off chance you meet down there, you figure you'll fuck her then, too.
You've read the myths, the Greek tragedies, the ones that have these gods descending from the heavens on human women, for pleasure and nothing but, you've read those stories and plenty more - the details don't matter: it's always a bad, bad end for everybody involved.)
She takes you upstairs. And the two of you fall through the doorway to her bedroom, stumbling all the way.
Her apartment is simple and clean in the way all young adults try to emulate, all white countertops, but with pictures hanging in little, neat rows on the walls and the space void of anything with some sort of character or history.
You know because you're fumbling toward a dresser or desk or bookshelf in an attempt to orient yourselves, bumping and tussling, half-blind, on your path forward and all of a sudden there's a goddamn framed photo in your hand - not of her family, thank god. Though just about every other person in the picture is familiar to you, you remember every single one - but all you're capable of focusing on is Nana, Nayeon: not quite the same. The same glint in her eyes, the way her smile has a timeless kind of quality, the faint dimples in her cheeks.Â
And some wicked part of you is all too willing to ignore the whole timeline of events that has led up to you, Nana, like this: you want to pull her hair. You want to shove her around like she doesn't matter - is in any way disposable or replaceable; the most selfish parts of you wishing you could keep her pinned down by her slender neck; pressing a palm, bruising, into her collarbone as you start to work at your belt buckle and slacks with your other hand.
It's hard, getting a grip on yourself as Nana, sliding onto her bed and rolling across the sheets, pulls her stockings down the length of her legs - only stopping herself long enough to meet your eyes. Her throat bobbing.
âOf course,â she says, because your cock is hanging out by that point, straining and a little pent-up. "I fucking knew you would have a perfect cock."
"Flattery or sincerity?"
"Um, let's say both." She shifts around the pillow - that sweet little pout on her lips. Her gaze dropping from your mouth and running all along the length of your torso, lower and lower. Like her hands. And when her eyes flick up to meet yours, just when you're stroking at your cock, base and shaft, teasing yourself, well past the point of pretense, a devious smile spreads wide across her pretty, beautiful face. The implication: you aren't leaving here until you're cumming inside her.
And with a glimmer in her eyes, the sheer audacity, her fingertips ghost the underside of your cock as she draws up toward the head, "you're going to ruin me with this thing. You know that right?"
"A bit dramatic."
Nana moves to rest with the tops of her knees at the edge, her chin resting against the insides of her wrists, elbows propped up - poised, playful, everything she should be as the both of you regard each other a moment longer. "Can you blame me? It's not just that it's huge, I mean - I've barely even gotten a hold of it, and yet... god," she snorts. Her eyelids are heavy, mouth curved, almost a snarl as she drags her bottom lip through the grip of her teeth and sinks down onto the mattress.
"Say something filthy again," and this is a test, this is Nana testing you to see what exactly you'll get away with.
(Hint: it's a whole lot.)
She sighs. The image of indigence, innocence, everything pure and good you couldn't hope for. "Should I suck it or not? Or maybe, I don't know. Would you prefer me to beg for it first, ask if you'll put it in? Like, I think if you ordered me to put it in my mouth, right now, I wouldn't be able to say no."
"Really," the most sarcastic answer.
"Really," she continues. "For instance. If you came over here right now and guided me up and onto your dick and told me, specifically, that you were going to face-fuck me? I couldn't say no. No sir."
You could have her any damn way. You could have her, and you both know it.
"So tempting," you tease, mostly in earnest, "maybe another time, when my self-control isn't quite so lacking."
Nana hums a low, flippant sort of noise - like: whenever you're ready - and just how much trouble it gets you in, the mere suggestion, is what she is banking on.
"Hey," is her invitation, "I won't beg yet. You still want me to put my mouth all over it," and to emphasize, she slips her fingers between the plump pillows of her lips, smiling at how that makes you reach over the nightstand, accidentally pulling open a drawer, possibly reaching for the first aid kit, "or would you rather watch me stuff all these fingers in my wet, little hole."
A sharp inhale: it really would be fun, probably, but you can't take it.
"Nana," this voice, gravelly-ragged and harsh, "if you're planning to make me snap, you are, without question, on the right track."
"Then before that happens," she says, pulling you down into the bedsheets beside her. Your body flush against hers, the beat of her heart loud against your own; this gorgeous, pristine girl, so nakedly giving - this is an honor and a curse all rolled up together, no doubt.
And after a hot, wet kiss: "fuck me like I always thought you would."
(She was made to be like this; it's the only explanation.
Made for wanting. Made for fucking. Made to be loved and made to have her cunt fucked full - ruined by your fingers, your tongue, your cock. This absolutely perfect body, and all the delicious parts of her; this thing of desire, bashful and coy and that deserves all the world and, having none of the grace or courtesy to actually beg, orders, like she always knew she could:
"Like, right fucking now."
Or else.)
Then you're there - her hot mouth, her cunt, your fingers digging in bruising-tight all along the curve of her thighs where they meet her ass, hips, thighs, waist. She's pumping her soft palm and delicate fingers, slick with her spit and yours around the length of you and this isn't going to last long; not that there's any doubt you're going to leave her sore. But still, you drag the head of your cock across the swollen lips of her pussy, down through the plump swell of her clit until it rests where the ridge just begins and every slide, every pressure along every inch of your cock, the thought of being enveloped entirely in all that silky warmth is nearly the end of you.
A whimper, "professor."
You wrap your hands tighter around the smooth, firm muscles in her thighs; dragging your fingers back and forth across the supple skin there - just firm enough to elicit a reaction from the tension in her legs, until you have her flipped over on her stomach. Because if you're going to fuck her properly, it's going to be with her face buried deep into a pillowcase and you perched above her, holding her down against the sheets.
You watch her get her elbows underneath her, laying almost flat. Watch her trace the shape of her own jaw, her nose, her neck - the smooth expanse of her chest - as you straddle her thighs. With her ass pointed right up at you and the heel of her ankle gently grinding into the underside of your leg, you groan, placing both hands just above her ass. And once you're gripping the whole shape of her, you push your cock into her, just an inch, listening to the shift in her breathing.
She shudders, "don't tease - oh, please, sir-"
"Is this what you expected, Nana?" You grab onto her hair. Then again, when she tries to get her hands on herself. Her shoulders are high, tight. You just don't give her a chance; pushing yourself another inch, a couple. The pace, so gradual she starts making these soft, little breathless sounds as you stretch her tight pussy open. A few moments when she stops trying to bury her noises, her gasps - stops trying to angle her hips or squeeze or resist the thick shape of your cock where it is so, so hot and full inside of her - and there you stop. "What is it you had in mind, hm?"
"Ngh - oh."
Her cunt's clamping tight around just the first few inches of you. The tightness, the wet heat is staggering; how it pulls and begs with the words she seems reluctant to spill out.
So - you lift a hand, bringing it back down again onto the pale, rounded flesh of her ass with a smack, a gasp, and this wet sound from the sopping heat of her pussy, all aching and sobbing, "don't, fuck, stick it - fuck, put it - just. Just fucking get on top of me and pin me down - make it hard for me to breathe - do it, just. Like I, fuck, like I always wanted, sir, please-"
And you sink all the way in.
"Fuck." She bites into those consonants, a whole-body motion that pulls at the tension in her spine, the muscles in her legs. But her hips angle right up, and she presses her ass into the hollow of your abdomen and says, "thank you. Thank you. God."
"Don't get lazy on me," you say, grinding the tip of your cock in little circles; pulling it out and angling it down until it's prodding at all the right places to make her arch and shiver.
"Please," she says again, louder this time, almost a moan. "That. Fuck. Yes. It's."
"Yes, yes, I know. Nana, you-"
"Just use me. Whatever you like," she pants; then, once you've pulled yourself out to the tip, slowly filling her again, "use me like a fucktoy, alright. Because - fuck," Nana shivers, pushing her hips into yours. Her shoulders lower, as if by degrees, "please. Use me. Make it rough. Please, professor - use me however you want, I don't care - anything's fine with me - use me, as long and as much as you need, I. Please."
The real difference here, beyond anything else, is that this is no longer the game it was; the very instant she was sprawled across the mattress with a line of drool dripping into the sheets, all her bright, polished glory has vanished, leaving this bare edge of her exposed - the girl who lives solely to be fucked and used by your cock, her cunt leaking, begging for more. Reduced to the basics and nothing else.
"Your fucking cunt, Nana, the goddamn clench - you feel - it's-" (So fucking good, is what you canât quite say, because sheâs tight and wet and her tiny pussy is quivering like mad every time you bathe your cock in its scorching heat. Over and over.) Itâs hard to think; youâre truly - truly - fucking her, but you canât ignore the tautness in her spine either, bent below you. There are probably tears beading down her cheeks, but there's no helping the raw instinct screaming through the core of her being, pleading with you to pull yourself free, before sinking hilt-deep into her again, again, again - to a chorus of sloppy, loud, nasty, fucking whimpers and moans.
Like music.Â
It's easy after all, how her pussy gives way to you. How she molds around you - sleeves onto you like a glove - like there was only one cunt in the world you should ever be fucking up and fucking apart.Â
"It's incredible. Fuck. Just that perfect."
Nana, as best as she can, trying to stay steady, braced against her hands and knees, is raising her hips.
But it's clear with the way she's slipping all over, slicking the sweat off her palms and rocking her ass back into your thrusts, a cry falling out of her, unbidden, when she speaks and not.
"Please," she pants, through tears probably, this breathy-shivering. A renewed enthusiasm for your grip on her - where, in another place, you'd worry about leaving marks behind - for the feeling of your weight slamming down into her, driving the air from her lungs.
The sheets are a crumpled mess, pillows knocked from the mattress, where the two of you are shaking it apart.
You're pulling her apart, slowly, thrust by thrust into her sopping cunt, and in a promise of how you'll put her back together, you get your mouth on her shoulders, her neck, kisses in her hair, behind her ear - Nana just whimpers, curling her toes and ankles along the backs of your knees, her face against the pillow and gasping, "thank you - thank - thank-"
And when your palm smacks against the generous swell of her ass, again, she keens so perfectly for you.
It's a breathtaking sight, so good, so perfect: her flawless ass pitched high, round and flushed pink. The flutter of her eyelashes and the tears and drool. The outlines of her pale white cheeks sent into ripple after ripple, and then the way you can slide one hand forward between her shoulder blades and slip it into her hair, nails raking her scalp, grabbing a handful of hair in your fist and tilting her face - to the side, enough for her cheek against the pillow and the way her hips try to press against yours; try to chase the pleasure; this brash, gorgeous, slim-waisted, well-curved, exquisite young woman - like everything.
"Please," is all she says as you fit your chest up tight to her back and mouth at her neck - lick all along the sweat. "Please."
You can't take it anymore, can't keep watching this masterpiece, can't stand the molten heat wrapped around your cock every time the drag in and out of her pussy pulls sets every nerve on fire. Right in her ear: "I'm cumming, Nana, I'm cumming inside this tight, little pussy."
A short gasp, "yeah."
"Yeah. Inside, Nana. Cum inside, you -" You twist your fingers against her scalp and find purchase, an excuse - a means to yank her head around and lean into her, teeth against skin, that familiar coiling in your gut and the burning sensation that flows right alongside every slap and smack of her hips on your skin.
"Fuck me." You watch her bite down, swallow a sound, try to say: "fuck your load so deep inside me itâll be all I think about for weeks, let me feel it, all that hot, all that sticky, fucking cum"
And you drag your hips, these final, punishing drags through her drenched cunt. Her fingers are white knuckled and fisting the sheets, until the very second you've pressed every ounce of your own body's worth into her own, when you're collapsing her spine and pushing her face into the bedspread, this wave rushes through your ears like the buzz and hum of insects and waves and things out of sync - the high, the peak -
And then:
Sobering, subjugating silence.
In fact, you're shuddering; You're cumming, spilling pools of thick cum deep inside of her. It's all in that warm, filthy sensation, a heady, hazy, desperate thrill when her own cunt seizes in its climax around you, trembling, throbbing, quivering, clenching; drawing everything out and taking your cock deeper - even while the whole of her is thrashing and bucking, all of this messy with her pleasure and her voice caught up, writhing and breathless.
"God-" is the last thing out of her mouth before you can kiss it quiet, tug on her lower lip and open her up like a present - messy and breathy, crying out, you're making this mess inside, this beautiful fucking mess - as the whisper you feel against your lips:
"Inside me, like that."
As you groan, deep and hot, "filthy fucking cumslut-"
Right on the verge, riding out every twitch of your cock and each flex of your hands at the skin around her ass, her waist, back and shoulder blades; even after you've caught your breath, you keep pumping more and more inside of her, you don't stop, won't, and even when you manage it, pulling out the head of your cock - you can feel every slick detail - just the slit and rim, resting the throbbing head of your cock at her swollen little mound, feeling the length of her fucked-out pussy spasm at the emptiness and trying to grasp around nothing - empty, tight and aching, sopping.
There's her hips, just this, right there; the line, the silhouette. Her thin waist and the curvy swell of her ass, jutting out straight - the cream-colored flesh dusted pink. The lithe, soft line of her stomach and the insides of her thighs a little farther along, sweaty and inviting.
She's so pliant in your grip, even though she's trying her best to curl herself backward - to angle your spent cock back into the ready, welcoming warmth of her slick, wet pussy - and once the afterglow has begun to wear away, that same greed and yearning takes its rightful place. A glimmer in her eyes. The unmistakable need and drive.
"One more," she says, wiggling her hips back into your stomach. "For me."
(The truth: you can't refuse her, not as she bites her lip and twists, all that soft hair splayed across her face, stuck to her tear-damp skin.
One more, because you both still want it. One more, because in the dim glow and evening air of her bedroom, everything that happens now matters just as much as anything that happened before.
One more, because you need her again.)
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When she wakes in the dark, you figure her bed will be empty.
Nana will realize that you're gone. Of course youâll be - it was never going to go differently; the sex had to end at some point. After all, if you stayed, eventually she'd start saying something you'd find a fault in or your skin would be so sensitive she couldn't stand not running a finger up your spine and maybe kissing your hip.
The reasons to go always outnumbered the reasons to stay.
The world would catch up and someone would find out and that's the sort of gossip that might leave both of your careers in shambles. Or else, you'd do something you couldn't come back from, the moment the heat of the sex left your body and her cunt, god, her perfect little cunt was spent - slackening - and the moments-after-haze, her legs locked up and her arms a bit sore, would clear up. Then you'd look at her, or else the shame would win out - the guilt and you'd call it quits. She wonât blame you. She can't.
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But then again,
Her heart won't fall completely to pieces, because:
You've stayed. And it isn't an easy position, even if she is easy.
Here she is, though: sleeping on her side with her wrists crossed in front of her face - peaceful and quiet, probably tired enough to sleep without dreams. The dark has long since settled across her bedroom, save the pinpricks of stars in the sky out her window and a sliver of moonlight. You can see her, or you could reach out and run your hands all along her calves and thighs, but you don't.
Nana's shoulders slump forward in the faintest of sighs, and there it is - the slow, gentle swell and fall of her chest.
-
Here's how you got here:
In this scandal-in-waiting of a relationship. Here's the stupidest possible path, where a bright-eyed student with a crush fucks her older professor just once, and somehow you both find yourselves coming back for more, like maybe your very, very bodies belong together - a maddening compulsion.
Even once you've managed to work through the idea of your cum all inside of her, a seedy, twisted corner of your mind murmurs how it makes the most sense. To stick your cock inside of her again.
Where she can show you the way it can look; the mess and the texture of the slick, white spill - dribbling out of her pussy in the afterglow, onto her palm, and down the crevice in her ass and lower.
It's the phone calls probably - and not just the phone sex - late-night talking, conversation and every once in awhile, the kind of hot, hard fucking that gets you in trouble, but also a reason to be with each other again. Not just the quick fucks but the nice ones - the days, the late nights and mornings and what have you: all the casual intimacy of it. All the sweet nothings exchanged.
The after-sex cuddling, with her straddling your lap;
The sensation of her thighs sliding into place around the tops of your legs, her arms tucked around your neck;
The kisses you don't take and kisses you'd be okay with, all the promises made to love you as many times as necessary, however necessary, wherever.
That's all here too.
Again:
She is young. But, who the fuck are you to say? Who the hell can tell you she doesn't deserve the least rotten, least painful, most promising love she can find in this particularly fucked-up world?
Who else is going to keep the both of you safe and hidden?
And who else, despite everything, seems to like having a secret that they're sure only you know; every glance or accidental touch with her eyes brimming, alive, and the whole of her bent like a bow-string - all held back and wound-up tight.
To the point her spine will shiver and shake; you know how it can be.
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"Are you actually going to buy those?" Nana asks one day, dangling on her toes, chin rested comfortably in the sweep of your shoulder.
When she crowds the swell of her hip and her breasts and her entire body into your back and snakes her arms around your shoulders, you think there's nothing else in the world you need.
"You called them drivel," she adds, almost pouting - which is a look you're slowly trying to inoculate yourself against because the moment it comes up, you have a knee-jerk reaction to drop anything and everything and carry her off someplace else. To have a place where she could, could, could -
"Hah," you roll your eyes, not taking the bait. There's a shelf-full of campy, smutty romance novels in the dollar bin. "It is. The story was less than complicated, but I couldn't figure out what the hell two or three characters' plotlines had to do with one another, and sometimes you just want a little guilty pleasure, you know?"
"Ooh. So," Nana smiles, the devious sort. "I guess there is some honesty in you after all."
"Come on, this one at least has an original story," and it is a shameless attempt, "plus-"
"I know, I know. Fine. And if it is so terribly bad, well, I suppose I can use your chest as a pillow to take a nap," she says, before throwing this particular glance over her shoulder.
The cashier doesn't need to ask if the two of you want your copies of 'Wild West of the Heart' or whatever-the-fuck this one is titled, scanned separately.
All of that, those paperback-cover love stories and TV drama plots, these are the sorts of things you do just for Nana; as the two of you wait in long lines, get carried along, get bumped and pushed, like every other ordinary-person thing you've done for her ever since.
("Honestly, this isn't my kind of thing either," you tell her in the aisle of a grocery store once. The fluorescent lighting only accentuates the blush high on her cheeks. "don't make me fuss over something like this."
"Have a little sympathy," she insists, nudging the handle of the shopping cart against the inside of your shins. "A girl like me isn't good for much else.")
It's not romance, really, that's such a fucked up way to go about describing any of it, but then there's Nana, bouncing on her heels and prattling on, this girl in the spring of her life who is full to the brim and bursting with the most chaotic and eclectic sorts of thoughts and passions -
So, what.
"Really," she adds - another side, another angle on an issue the two of you had an hour ago while cooking breakfast. "Just, think about it. Would you honestly put all this effort into somebody who doesn't make you laugh at least as much as they irritate you? Because like, you would never tolerate some self-obsessed jerk long enough to eat their burnt, terrible pancakes every day of the week."
"Fine. Maybe." You sit across the table. "You're right."
Nana blinks and this look of wonder crosses her face as she grins. A moment of triumph for her and that was more than the honest truth. It's still strange, admitting defeat in any argument here or there, or that the two of you make an actual decent couple - together. The kinds of things that come naturally to other people.
"Any more caveats to all of this, professor?"
"Youâre gonna end up bent over that counter again if you keep pushing it, kid."
The both of you break out laughing and then you finish your coffee, or she stabs the last few pieces of cantaloupe on her plate, or you kiss her neck, and just -
Everything.
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NANA for ALLURE (2024)
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One Hop Ahead Of You
ARTMS' Jeon Heejin + woo!ah!'s Nana (Kwon Nayeon) x Male Reader Smut
18,039 words
Categories | bunny girls FTW, stepcest (kinda), blowjob, threesome, daddy kink, cunnilingus, angry sex, spanking, breeding
Bunny kpop idols are the best. There's Eunbi, Tsuki, then Heejin and Nana... Thanks for commissioning me this piece; sorry for the late post! Enjoy all the synonyms I could use for "but" :D
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Phone on, headphones plugged, music loud. Thatâs your story for road trips such as these, and youâve zero plans about rewriting the plot.Â
The scenery of beautiful mountains and blooming trees canât break your focus on your mobile device. Your parents canât either, as hard as they try; theyâve told you once or twice during the whole trip to look up from the screen for once. No, actually, scratch that: theyâve berated you about it at least every five minutes, and youâre starting to grow sick of pretending you canât hear them. Your nonchalant continued stares on your phone donât exactly convince them you canât hear a thing.
Yeah, this is what happens when you give your toddler an iPad. The boomers might be right for this one. You canât live without staring down at a bright screen, clicking at a bright screen, watching a bright screen. Eh, well, so what? Technology is a necessity in these modern days, and it just so happens that you need this kind of distraction on the road trip. Your mother and father think otherwise, but thatâs because they live like itâs still the 70s or something. You donât know. Thatâs how parents are.
Mobile data serves you well anyway. Your combat skills do not. Youâve been trying to kill a character on this app for a while, and it stuns you how strong her damage is. You click the sickle attack button more times than you can count and choose a special damage in between three taps, but you still end up dead. Youâre seeking vengeance because the player talked shit about you on the main chat, and it doesnât look like youâre going to show them up. You've got two deaths to go before you're seen as a pathetic little shit who tries too hard, and five kills to cement yourself as someone who isn't.
God, youâve been playing this game for yearsâhow are you still not good?
âJay,â you could hear your mother call out from the edge of your earphones. Sheâs driving, her ringed hands firmly on the wheel. She meets your subtle gaze through the rearview mirror. âJay.â
Groan. Thatâs your job as a son: to moan, groan, and drone on about everything and anything. Youâre exceptionally skilled in this profession. âWhat now, mom?â you ask.
She gives you a sarcastic but playful little grin. âOh, so you can hear me.â
Alright, youâll let her have that one. But still: âOnly because youâve been nagging me for the whole trip.â
âNow now, donât talk to your mother like that,â your father chides. Heâs a kind-looking dude; heâs got triangle-shaped glasses and stubbles of a dead beard on his chin. âItâs true, but rude. Very rude, not a good look.â
Your mother clicks her tongue. She gives your father a millisecond glare before returning to driving. âHey.â
âHoney, you know I love you, but your mouthââ
âLeave it at that,â she warns, voice dangerously tight.
Your dad doesnât heed her warning. ââcan be a nuisance.â
âThatâs it. Iâm pulling over. And youâre driving.â
He raises his hands. âOkay, okay,â he says passively, âIâm sorry.â
They harrumph at each other for a while, then kiss and make up, and you laugh a little. Subtly, of course. Everyone knows that part of going through teenage years (well, youâre a little past being a teen when youâre nearly twenty years old, but your mind is still the same as when you were sixteen) is denying with all your heart that your parents make you happy. Youâre just going with the flow, as usual.Â
It especially doesnât help that youâre already an adult according to the Korean age system. Adulthood brings a kind of defiant independence in you, which you donât know whether itâs a good thing or not. It has its moments, you guess.
âOh, look at that,â says your mother, nudging your father, âJayâs laughing!â
âIâm not!â you reply, biting your cheek so the smile doesnât grow. Must. Not. Show. Them.
Your father peeks at you from behind the headrest and grins mischievously. âSee? We still got it, donât we?âÂ
The car swerves, barely making you match your fist bump with him. For this, you allow a slight smileâas much as you like to hide it like a career-ruining secret, you love your parents. Theyâre like two peas in a pod. Your fatherâs a rambunctious joke-loving guy your playful mother falls in love with everyday, resulting in, well, having you.Â
Plus, because of that, you havenât felt the need to regret being born or despising your parents, unlike other people your age. Their love for each other inspires you, and although every moment with them is guaranteed to have you be a third wheel again, you donât mind. You love seeing them happy.
âNow that youâre back to earth,â your mother says, âcan you please appreciate the surroundings? Itâs too beautiful to go ignored.â
âThatâs right. They wonât surround you when we fly back home.â
âDad,â you groan, rolling your eyes. But doing a little observing is the least you could do. You can go AFK on this match for once. Youâve still got more mobile data to last a few days, so worrying isn't needed.
Look up. Blink once. Twice. Itâs like a whole new world. Humble homes peek from between forests in the lower sides of the mountains. The sun is shining brightly, casting a yellow light on the trees that decorate the sides of the swerving roads. And the sky⌠has it always been that blue? The wispy clouds are just the cherry on top.
This place is so different from the urban city where your apartment resides. Thereâs no smoke, no cut trees, no rising buildings. Itâs nature in its most pure state.Â
Thereâs no traffic either, butâ
âMom, look out!â you yell, but youâre just a little too late. Just a little, and it would count, but for this one it doesnât.
You canât do anything about it then. The large truck that ventures on the wrong side of the road has a mission. Whether intentional or not, it canât turn back. It collides heavily into the windshield, and youâre wrapped in dizziness and despair as your old car launches backward, rolling in the air a few times before roughly settling on the very curved edge of the road.Â
Then it slides downward. Youâre stuck in a spiral blurred with green and wood. What you remember is the feeling of being tortured and tossed through trees, and the truck following suit. It chases you long after its mission is complete.
Another thing you recall from the accident, as youâre lying down on the rough grass with blood on the side of your head, are two rabbits that stare curiously at you.
They seem to be sisters.
-
Voices, male and female, scruff and saccharine. They fill your ears like music but you canât open your eyes to see to whom they belong. They speak of confusing topics and jumbled words. Canât get a grip of their meaning. All the while your soul is yearning to rise from sleeping when it feels like youâre dying and the force inside you is struggling in defying a black fate.Â
Your body, however, is blank of any pain. How strange. Strange enough that itâs a strong alarm for you to finally open your eyes. Theyâve been glued together for a while, so when your vision greets you, you surprise even yourself. Thereâs a person in a white lab coat, and a white blanket mantles you. Is this heaven? Isnât heavenâs signature color white?
First things first: how the fuck did they let you into heaven?
âAh, so youâre finally awake.â A man with a rounded cap smiles at you. âHowâre you doing, bud?â
Blink. So⌠this isnât heaven? Do they wear caps in heaven? You donât think so. Whoever invented denim caps deserves a nice little throne next to Lucifer. âUm. Alright, I guess?â
What should you even say when youâre trying to piece together who he was? You know youâve seen him before when you were younger, but youâre not sure exactly when. All youâre aware of is that he looks too familiar. Kind of like deja vu. The beard and wrinkly skin tell you of a tale old as time.
âHello, Iâm doctor Kim,â says the woman in the lab coat as she approaches you. She extends a hand to you and you shake it politely. âYou experienced a car crash in the morning near the terraces. Luckily, a man saw the tragedy and dialed 911.â
âTragedy?â you wonder out loud. Youâre still alive, so why would it be called that?
Doctor Kim lowers her head. âYour parents died immediately from the impact of the crash, sir. Iâm sorry.â
Grief comes strangely to you, even when youâve heard the news. Youâd say youâre mourning, because you are, in a wayâfrom that moment, you miss your parents dearly and wish that time travel existed so youâd prevent the accident from happening. But you arenât⌠crying. You donât burst into tears on the spot. Thereâs not even wetness in your eyes to help. Moreover, you havenât made a small prayer for easier things to happen. Itâs like the stages of grief avoid you at all costs and donât even bother to orient you about their loss.
Maybe youâre just in denial. Youâve been staring at a blank spot on the hospital wall for what seems like ages, and youâve only been conscious for minutes. Somethingâs changed within.
Wonder whoâd be your parent now that both of yours are gone. Youâre an orphan. You donât even know how to drive back home or go back to the convenience store where you make your money. All your belongings for the road trip that was supposed to go beautifully are gone in the accident.Â
Bite your lip thoughtfully. âWas it quick?â you ask quietly.
The doctor knows what you mean. Whether sheâs lying or not is the question. âYes.â
That comforts you a bit. What eats your insides from guilt, though, is that you never bothered to enjoy the road trip with them. You were always stuck to your damn phone. You didnât talk much with them during their final moments, and it would haunt you forever. It doesnât show on your face, thoughâitâs completely empty, devoid of any expression or pain.
âYou really donât recognize me, bud?â the man laughs, like he actually couldnât believe it.Â
Blink. Then it hits you. âChan hyungâŚ?â you ask. Hope you got it right because youâre steepering on sureness now.
âBullseye.â So you did. He sits down on the edge of the hospital bed and cups your hand. âIâm a friend of your parents. They told me to look after you in case anything happens. They really loved you, yâknow? Still do.â
You look down meekly and nod. Yeah, heâs right. They did. The other partâs true, too; if they had souls and were secretly watching the whole ordeal going on, theyâd still love you. Thatâs how unconditionally they did it.
âIâm on the emergency contacts list, FYI.â He hands you his phone. âThey even had a will and all. I hate that we got to meet again like this. Could have been in better circumstances. But thatâs life, you know. Plus, it was quick enough to be painless.â
Your hand, linked to the dextrose, hardens in pain as it wraps around the device, but you go on. There on the screen, see that your parents did in fact keep him on the emergency contacts. Heâs telling the truth. Now you understand why he looks so familiar.
Look up from the screen, (like you should have in the car when your mother and father tried to make conversation with you.) âIâI used to play baseball with you,â you say in childlike wonder.Â
Chan laughs. âSo I did. Iâll be happy to look after you. Probably even be your father, if youâd like.â
Your heart rises. âYouâd really do that?â
âOf course! Your parents were good people, and Iâd be glad to have you in my care. According to them, youâre a pretty good kid. Hope thatâs true.â
âNo promises.â
He laughs. Heâs still got the same not-too-serious sense of humor like he did years ago. âWhat do you say, kid?â
Heâs being a good guy, a good friend to your parents even after they passed, and you appreciate it. But being his son this quick after so much time seems like⌠betraying them. You know thatâs not how it works, and your parents would have loved for you to gel quickly with him, but youâre just not ready. Somethingâs pulling you back.
What could it be?
âIâŚâ you say, fidgeting. You don't know the right words to put it. âC-can I think about it first?â
The look on his face drops, but he smiles anyway. He must be a really good friend to be this understanding. âOf course,â he replies, retracting his hand from yours, âshouldnât have put you on the spot. Just tell me yes or no when youâre ready. Deal?â
-
Three days is how long it takes for you to recover. To be fair, you already wereâyour limbs are working, and thatâs enough for you. The doctors, however, insist on a lengthier stay and you kind of want to start shit in the living room and tell them how they were money-greedy exploitative little shits, but youâre not in the mood to cause a ruckus. Maybe some other time, when you eventually break all your bones and wheel out of the hospital cursing them for the bill. But yeah, some other time would work. Of course.
âI took the liberty of packing your stuff up for you,â says Chan, bringing over a luggage bag. Itâs full to the edge of the zipper with clothes and other essentials.Â
You wonder how he went to your home and back here to the hospital this fast. âHow did youââ
âI had some help,â he replies simply. You donât question any further.
Youâre in a clean pair of clothes now. You hated wearing the hospital gown. Itâs like they attempted to make hospitals less sad by fashioning a bib into a larger size. There you are with your assumptions again. Maybe the stages of grief have come for you after all. Why do you feel angry all the time? This canât be normal.
What stage would it be if youâre afraid to get into a car because of their loss? You step into it with shaky legs, looking back and forth, as if youâre scared the vehicle would lurch forward suddenly. To be fair, it is a possibility, but a rare one. Your fear, therefore, is completely irrational, yet there you are: suddenly scared of⌠cars?
Get in finally. The breath you let go, however, has been keen on getting out.Â
Chan knows well to avoid the path your parents went on when they died. He avoids it for both of your own wellbeings. They were close to him, too. He would hate to go down the road they died on. Like you, he wants to remember them fondly, not like the injured bodies that he said goodbye to at the morgue. Again, itâs for the best.
âHey, kid,â he says. His peer at you through the rearview mirror gives you painful flashbacks. âYou okay?â
Heâs more attentive than he gives himself away as; he somehow notices your blank stare at the window and weak smile. Heâs got you figured out, and you suppose thatâs a good thingâit just shows how he could play his role as your dad pretty well if you let him. But then thereâs the sense of yearning in you thatâll end up in no good. Itâs yearning for your parents to come back, the yearning for them to somehow have the breath of life in their lungs again and have them rise from the morgue and walk back into your life. If they do that, youâd make an oath to be the best son.Â
Ah, you know that wonât happen. Itâs impossible. Itâs wishful thinking that wonât amount to anything.
âYou could talk to me.â His eyes stare straight at the road, but heâs not really looking at anything. âI miss them, too.â
âIâm fine, hyung,â you say. Youâre not, but who needs to hear that? Not the guy to whom your parents entrusted you to. Youâre twenty years oldâwho needs to hear an overgrown childâs lamentations?Â
You donât want to burden Chan at all. What you donât know is heâs actually willing to hear all of it. You should have lamented about not knowing his openness rather than everything else. It would only lead to more sadness.Â
The sadness evaporates a little upon seeing his house. Itâs a nice place, with two stories and a nice terrace to lounge at. Maybe, from the other side, itâs your parentsâ way of still loving you: giving you a nice home and a nice (future?) dad.
They're still looking after you. Look up in the sky and smile. Chan catches it, and for a second you blush in embarrassment, but he smiles, too. "See?" is what he says, followed up with: "Everything's gonna be fine."
Trust him on that.
Open the front door and it welcomes you into his home. Its main color is pure white. You start to wonder how the white walls are unblemished even with its ruinable color. Maybe he had it cleaned up for your sake. The furniture's good, too, but all it's good for right now is to be a bed for your luggage when you start to arrange things.Â
"Your room's right over there," Chan says, pointing to an open door to your left. "Feel free to get some food or water. Whatever you like. You're family now." He steps closer and pats your shoulder. "Always been."
Smile appreciatively. Resist the urge to hug him and replace it with folding a few of your clothes into a pile to bring it over to your bedroom. Graphic shirts in one pile here, underwear and sleeveless shirts in the other over there. Add your headphones on top of the pile and youâre ready to start adjusting to your new room. Just one look and you could already tell itâs bigger than the one back at home. Well, former home, to be exact. You keep forgetting this is a whole new place thatâs going to be where you sleep, rest, and laugh.
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That voice gets your guard down, and so does the girl standing in front of you. That deep voice certainly canât belong to the sweet-but-indifferent-faced girl leaning against your door frame. Look around for a bit to see if itâs anyone elseâs, but thereâs no one around. Just you and the alluring woman blocking the pathway to your new room.
She gestures to the stack of clothes in your arms with her brows. âYou plan on doing anything with that or what?â she asks.Â
Yeah, that deep voice definitely is hers; you can hear it loud and clear. Not one syllable could belong to anyone else, no one but her. Whatâs her name? Itâsâ
âHeejin,â says Chan exasperatedly. Amusement is present in his tone too as he walks over to break it up and sling an arm around his daughterâs shoulder. âDonât scare the new guy and let him in his room, please?â
âIâm just being curious, daddy,â Heejin explains.Â
Oh, so thatâs her name. Heejin. Jeon Heejin. Neat. Has a nice ring to it, but it somehow spells trouble. You swear those letters canât make up that word, but with Heejin, it sure does. Not only does her name spell it, but so do her eyes that are way too observant, tracking your every move with prolonged glances, and the tilt of her head as if she were a trained German Shepherd rather than the animal she reminds you of: a bunny.
A bunny?Â
Waitâ
"Oh, it's you!" you say. Almost drop your clothes on the floor when you realize it. How could you not have caught on?
Heejin smiles. It brings the sense of familiarity to wash more over your mind like waves. "Thought you would never recognize me, Jay," she says. "Hi there."
Try not to gawk with all your might, but you do anyway. Just hope it isn't obvious because see here, the Jeon Heejin you know used to be a shy little thing, never wanting to come out and play with you when you were younger out of embarrassment. Now, she writes confidence into each and every one of her moves, with a dazzling little smile to go along with it. How did she manage the transformation? You need the tips ASAP.
"Oh, right." Chan slaps a hand to his face and shakes his head. "You two've met before, right?"
She's a little sleazy when she rests her back on the frame again and nods, eyes never leaving your body. If anything, she's the one who's gawking and even if, for argument's sake, you are, it's just an eye for an eye. The two of you are just amazed at how much the other has grown up. Nothing more.
(Or⌠?)
"So it seems," she says bluntly.
"Ah, should have known. But it was a long time ago, wasn't it?"
"Mhm." Heejin looks you up and down and smiles. "You've grown up."
"So have you," you reply, because she has. Toned muscle clings to her arms and sheâs let go of the rectangle-shaped glasses. Now, circular Harry Potter spectacles sit on the bridge of her pointy nose. She stares at you through them for a while. She's a CCTV; she's monitoring your moves in HD and watching you put your clothes in neat piles in the cabinet drawers. Heejin gives you a stare that lingers long after you're done folding them. She's thinking of something, and you're not sure if you want to know.
"Daddy," she calls out.Â
You don't know what you're doing when you turn your head in her direction. Much less when she winks at you. Blush furiously and hide your face behind spread shirts.
Chan peeks from the living room. "Yeah, hon?"Â
"I think Nana's waiting for you to pick her up? It's 3 p.m.."
"Ah, right. Canât forget about that little rascal.â He wipes his mouth and gets up. âHelp Jay with his stuff, please, Heekki?"
It only takes seconds for Chan to find his keys, but for you it takes hours. Your heart beats loudly at the thought of being alone with Heejin, and you canât differentiate its drumming with being nervous or excited. When he finally gets out and you hear the car pull out of the way, youâre stuck. Heejinâs somewhere near the corner of your room but it doesnât look like sheâs the one who has nowhere to go.Â
Sheâs stunning with all those locks of shiny dark hair curtaining her shoulders and fit body. Her legs do more than peeking out from her low-cut shorts as she navigates your new room. The round glasses that sit on her nose just pull her whole, gorgeous look together. You canât believe how beautiful sheâs become. She was always a pretty girl, but the maturity and growth that coursed through her early years of adulthood made her glow. Itâs like youâre looking at a new, refined version of her.
âIâm sorry about your parents,â says Heejin. She picks away at a poster of a famous basketball player, name redacted. âThey were good people.â
âTrust me,â you sigh, âI know.â
God knows you didnât appreciate your parents much. Itâs a pet peeve of yours to be reminded to be grateful in grave situations, but your mother and father were different from other pairs of parents. Others were abusive, neglectful, cruel. Yours knew how to take care of you while letting you dip your toes into the pool of freedom at the same time. Your parents loved you. Not a lot of people could say that.
âAnd they told my dad to take you in, huh?â
âDoes that bother you?â you say, with an unintentional bladed edge to your voice. Realize how you said it and immediately shut your mouth.
Heejin blinks, disarmed for a while, then recovers quickly with a smile thatâs just as dazzling as her. âFor what itâs worth,â she says, taking the chance to place herself beside you a little too close for anything that isnât lustful intent, âIâd love to have you over here as long as you like.â
You donât know what to say. Her being this close with you is setting off fireworks inside of you. Put a pillow snug in your lap just to be sure and nod. âThanks, Heejin.â
âOf course.â Heejin rests her chin on your shoulder and whispers so softly that it couldâve been your imagination deluding you again: âIâll make your time here worthwhile.â
Jerk your head, but sheâs already scampering to the door and exiting your room. She doesnât even look back.Â
âHey,â you say, trying to break the ice that only freezes you, âChan hyung said you would help me with my stuff!â
No response.
So you were right to think that sheâs trouble. But god, would you love to be wound up in her.
-
Youâve stared at the ceiling for too long, but now, itâs not out of grief. Itâs out of fear. Are you doing the right thing by wanting to fuck your sister? Well, sheâs not exactly your sister yet, but sheâs somehow related to you now considering her father treats you as a son, too. A stepsister, maybe? Thereâs no other fitting term than that.
What should you do? Is gawking at her and her desirable body going to make your parents in the afterlife proud? Youâre sure theyâd be disappointed. But is it your fault that Heejinâs grown into this naturally flirtatious woman? Not at all. Is it your fault that sheâs so damn attractive? The answer is no, too.
It could be a yes though, because it isnât Heejin to blame that her new brother wants to have sex with her. Youâre both in the wrong, and two of those donât exactly make a right.
Look around your room, then at the door where she leaned on as she successfully intimidated you. Is it locked? Fuck it, you donât know, and you probably donât even care. What you do know is that youâre too turned on by the thought of your new sister Jeon Heejin, and you need to do something about it.
(To the cracked hole in the fourth wall, you say, What? I have needs, too, you know. And you do, tooâwhy do you think youâre reading this now?)
Lift your comforter just a little and slide your hand south. Cup your bulge, caress it, then spring it out. Itâs already solid, and it doesnât need too many strokes to have the blood rushing there completely. Your stiff rod aches for a touch, aches for Heejin, and stimulates itself to the thought of her as you start to jerk off.
You think of how she could swing those full thighs over each side of your face, and though her form would burden your chin, youâd happily eat of her. Bet that her pussyâd taste just as good as her lips. Youâd lick and suck her clit while she moans and writhes until the two of you couldnât take it anymore; her core would feel numb after the pleasure and your jaw would ache for days.
You recall how her lips were just inches away from you earlier, only barely touching the curve of your ear. Think of how those lips would feel much better if they were on yours. Yearn for your mouths to meet to the point that youâre moaning in each other, taking in the natural scent of skin and sex.
Finally, you think of the changes youâve seen in her. Where was the shy, antisocial Heejin of yesterday? Now sheâs grown, just like you, and looks far better than youâd imagine. Sheâs turned into this willâo the wisp goddess.
âHeejin,â you say, as quietly as you could, âHeejin, Heejin, Heejinââ
âGod, I really turned you on that much, huh?â
Your pumps stop, and your sight catches onto the said woman youâve been jerking off to. Sheâs in the same place as she was earlier, at her opening scene at the door frame. Youâre more than happy to see the pretty Heejin, but she canât show up now. Not when youâre jerking off. She canât just appear in the corner like she teleported for the pure purpose to catch you in the act.
âHeejin!â you yell, pulling the covers onto yourself. âG-get out of my room!â
Sheâs wearing her sleep clothes now, but she still looks like she dressed to impress. Her body pulls together the skimpy shorts and loose shirt she sleeps in into something that could have been worn on a haute couture catwalk. Her raised brows, haughty eyes, and quirked mouth all show how sheâs smugger than the word itself.
âAww,â Heejin says, walking over to sit on your bed, âwhat should we do to you now, oppa?â
Youâre horrified, to say the least. Itâs your first day at a new house and youâre already doing something wrong. The bare minimum you should do in this situation is to tell the girl to fuck off. Tell her to go far away and flee to anywhere but your room. You canât just stare at her like sheâs a dream come true, even if she is.
Letâs see: you have your new sister on your bed who caught you jerking off. There has to be some other way this would end, but the two of you know where this leads. The question that remains is if youâd be able to hold back.
You make the first step to resisting the inevitable outcome. âHeejin,â you say, breaths shredded into panicked little gasps, âIâll only say it again and no more. Get out of my room.â
She smiles sweetly and shakes her head. âCanât make me. I want to know what you were doing, Jay.â
âNo!â You wonât be saying it, you wonât dream of saying it, youâd rather die than to be caught saying it. Itâs already bad enough when it goes unspoken. What more if you pronounce what you were doing with each syllable more embarrassing than the other?
âThen I guess I should justââshe tugs the covers offââoh my, Jay oppa. You were touching yourself to me. And I thought I was just being narcissistic.â
Your cock leaks in the cold air. Heejin laughs tauntingly. It sounds so much more attractive than it should, especially when her voice is deep and rich. It sounds⌠sexy?
Oh, what are you doing? You should feel embarrassed, maybe even petrified at the mere thought of your childhood acquaintance slash new sister slash new crush seeing your dick. But your mind doesnât brew with insecurities upon seeing her eyes glimmer with eagerness.
She canât do this. No, no, no, you canât do this either. Let fucking her remain a fantasy pirouetting in your head, not one that comes true. Itâs so much more awkward when it translates into real life where you somehow think it into existence.Â
Awkwardness isnât in Heejinâs dictionary, though. She looks far from uneasy or disgusted. In fact, you swear thereâs a small grin dimpling her cheeks. Itâs like sheâs actually flattered that youâre jerking off to her.
âIf I knew you had such a big cock, Jay oppaâŚâ she says, placing a hand on your hip to prop herself on it. You jerk involuntarily, which happens at the worst time; your cock almost brushes her cheek. âI would have let you fuck me in front of daddy. Or would you rather I call you daddy?â
âWhy are you here, for godâs sake?â you say. Youâre biting your lip to suppress your humiliated screams.
âWell,â she taps her chin, a feat that would be adorable if youâd just cast the situation aside, âI thought I heard something, and it was just as I suspected.â
âFine, Iâll say it for the third time: Jeon Heejin, get the fuck out of my room.â
âOh, thatâs right. Say my name, oppa. Daddy.â She winks. âSay it and I might just put my lips on this big fat cock.â
âNo, you wonât.âÂ
It sounds more challenging instead of intimidating, and itâs clear that Jeejin doesnât cower away from dares anymore. âWatch me.âÂ
She lowers herself onto your lower body and admires your length with bright bunny eyes. âIâd let you blow in my mouth as much as you like. Iâd fuck my throat on it and give it a nice good kiss. Oh, right, you wanna know how? Like this.âÂ
She engages with your dick into an open-mouthed osculation, swallowing the tip and suckling it, too. Groan, but when you pull your hand out to do the opposite to her head, sheâs already sitting back up. You really canât have your way here, not when your new sister knows of her danger and puts it to good use. Sheâs resourceful like that, and it both impresses and scares you.
Heejin wags her finger in your face as if she were scolding a trouble child. âNo, no, Jay oppa,â she reprimands you. âThat was just a teaser. If you really want me, jerk off to me. Say my name.â
You canât say no to her. Well, actually, you canâyou just refuse to. Youâre fifty-percent scared of the outcome of making this deal with Heejin and fifty-percent excited. Thereâs an Alice-like curiosity in you that yearns to see what might happen. Would she really keep her end of the deal and suck you off? Or leave you with blue balls like she did earlier?
Wrap your hand unsurely around your penis again. She nods encouragingly.Â
Do your usual routine: up and down. Murmur her name over and over, your gaze connected with hers. Her smile grows bigger as your pumps become less measured. You start to spiral out of control. How can you not when sheâs just too fucking hot? Her succubus stare, thighs that look fuller as they rest on your mattress, her intent that grows more clear as she rubs your thigh. Youâre trapped in lust, and you know you have to settle down a little before you completely lose track of all senses, but you canât stop. How could anyone when thereâs Jeon Heejin as she lives and breathes in front of you?
Say her name, say her name.Â
Say it like a poem, say it like itâs one of fame.Â
Say it like youâre about to cum, which you are, and your climax isnât one thatâs too farâ
âThatâs it, Jay,â says Heejin in a tone thatâs almost loving. As your cum shoots an obscene, one-direction spurt, she replaces your hand with hers. âCum for me. You want to fuck me so bad itâs pathetic.â
Her touch is as rough as it is soft. You say itâs too much in between thin whimpers of pleasure, but her flexed hand is determined to keep pumping. Her fist tightens and her jerks grow stronger.Â
âNaughty, naughty oppa. Look at this thick hot cum. Is it all for me?â
Youâre spraying all over her and her meaty thighs. Her shorts get stained and you try with all your might to contain the bursts of white, but you end up on the edge again. You end up releasing more. Your thoughts run in circles and bump into each otherâtheyâre scolding you, hurting you, asking you why the fuck are you cumming from your new sisterâs handjob. Youâd answer them by saying you donât know, but you know the reason probably more than you know yourself:Â
Heejin is unbearably alluring, and her giving you a handjob is unbearably wrong. Strangely, both of these facts get you going. The mere truth that she shouldnât be doing this with you makes you want more of it. Has grief taken a more different route in traumatizing you? Oh god, what would your parents think?
What would Chan think? He trusts you enough to be a good big brother to Heejin. Would you really throw his trust in you away, all for his irritatingly hot oldest daughter?
If youâd take a look at the situationâyou having just ejaculated on herâit seems like it.
âNo,â you say. Itâs a crack in your integrity knowing that you could stress her name in any way or form, and sheâd still be hot as fuck. It wouldnât undo what she did to you and what you let her do. âP-please. We shouldnât be doing this.â
âThatâs what makes it fun, right?â She wipes your cum from her thighs with her shirt. âBesides, I did say Iâll make your time worthwhile.â
How does that work? A brother and sister, whether related by blood or not, should bond by having sincere talks and treating each other, not by having sex.Â
(But sheâs right about the fun part. Looks like Heejin is just as fucked in the head as you are.)
âI want to have some fun, Jay oppa,â she explains. She places her palms on her thighs caked with cum, and pouts. From that, you know you canât resist. You wouldnât dare. âWonât you let me, pretty please?â
Sheâs both hot and adorable. Hot enough to drive you crazy and adorable enough to convince you to do any of the most mundane things out there. You donât know how to do this with her. It seems like no matter how cute or sleazy she poses herself as, sheâll always get what she wants somehow.Â
Itâs dumb of you to even try, but you do: âOkay, what fun do you want to have?â Say this while collecting tissues from the little box at your bedside table to wipe down her thighs. You expected to use the tissues for self-love sessions and nights when the tears couldnât stop. You never thought that youâd have to use them to clean your cum from your new siblingâs legs.
âYou know exactly what I want: I want thisââshe points at your cockââin hereââthen at the center of her shorts.
Immediately your already gray morals come out to play. âI canât do that.â
âWhy not?â
âHeejin,â you say, biting your lip to stay quiet. Itâs not intentionally hot or whatsoever, but Heejinâs mind particularly hangs onto that for a while. âWeâre brother and sister now. We canât do this. What if your dad finds out?â
âAww, I get it. I do, really. But youâre so going to hit my guts if you fuck me right now.â She throws off her shorts, leaving her in nothing but a set of cute pink panties. Then, she scoots herself over so that your cock rests upon her small belly, right in front of her core. âSee? You can spread me that well, and I wonât mind at all. I promise.â
Look at your cock and how far it can reach inside her, how it can push her walls apart. Oh god, itâs tempting. Everything about her, from her perfect face to her spread thighs, calls for you to forgo propriety and just fuck her.Â
âThis bunnyâs waiting for you, oppa.â Heejin does more than wait and pulls down your boxers. Pulls down her panties. Pulls down your ethics and morality and principles and everything you used to go by; down they go into the river of fire. âThis bunny girlâs gonna fuck herself on this cock. You want that, donât you, daddy? You want me to ride you and call you daddy. Make me call myself your little bunny. Yeah, Iâve got you all figured out.â
What sheâs doing may be wrong, but what sheâs saying is right. You, in all unfiltered honesty, want to see Heejin bounce on you and ride you endlessly. Her toned thighs and calves are made for it. She deserves getting what she wants after jerking you off.
But does Chan deserve this: have his new son and his daughter betray his trust? Turn the family upside down all because of lust?Â
Oh, who cares what he thinks? When Heejin slides her pussy down your cock in one try despite her refusing tightness, you lose your thoughts. The will to take her roughly, just like she deserves, takes its place. It rules your head with an iron fist, just like how you rule Heejinâs impossibly tight pussy with iron-clad thrusts.Â
âOh, oh, oh fuck,â she gasps. She squeezes her eyes shut and grabs onto your shoulders. Her hold is tight. Thatâs one thing it has in common with her cunt. âDaddy, youâre so big. I canât, p-properly ride it, youâre too big.â
Your cock is held hostage by Heejinâs stubborn cunt. She wants it to stuff her fully, but never could let it inside her. Sheâs too tight. Your hands on her waist, you push her down as gently as you could. She lets out deep groans and sighs.Â
âThat feels so good, daddy,â she tells you. After that, you achieve a dream you never thought would come true, as light as it is compared to fucking her: a kiss. Itâs not as passionate as her bouncing on your crotch, but itâs good enough to have you blushing. âYes, you like it when your little bunny girl kisses you? You like how tight she is?â
You nod. Thatâs all you can do when youâre speechless. What else can you say to her? You canât tell her that it isnât true when every iota of her words are true.Â
âYou can do better than that, daddy,â Heejin gasps, head tossed back. A storm of black hair hangs over your bed clothes. âI know you can. Yes, just like that. Do it. Fffuck me harder, I want it, fuckââ
Clearly, slow, precious pumps into her tiny hole arenât going to work. So it isnât exactly all your doing when you lift Heejin and suddenly have her pinned to the bed. The balance of power is reversedâyouâre now pounding her to your mattress, spreading her legs and propelling your thrusts into the perfect target: her small, damp hole. You take advantage of how wet she is by thrusting bluntly and exclude the rest of your length for a chance to breathe. With Heejin, though, thereâs no such thing as breathing. Sheâs left you gasping for air since your reunion.
âHnnn, lookie here, daddy.â She lifts her shirt, revealing a surprising set of subtle yet hard abs, where your bulge appears and disappears. âYouâre so big that youâre, fuâ fucking reaching my tummy. Thatâs why you have to go deeper. Canât waste such a big cock, right?â
She grabs your waist to aid your pumps. She must have done some serious lifting in the gym; those harsh tugs and pulls have got to be from somewhere. Youâre thrown into a looped route of jamming your tip against her G-spot and cervix hard. Heejinâs grippy pussy refuses to let you go through the night without going down on her. Not that youâd have it any other way. Silly how just moments ago you were telling her not to continue her advances, yet now youâve advanced past flirty banter with her.
Make it a point, no, a goal to thrust upward rather than only forward. She spreads her legs more, and you reach under her loose shirt to squeeze her breasts. Her nipples are perky and deserve each of your tweaks. Heejin whimpers, as if she were an actual bunny caught into a trap. What a terrible hunter you are, but itâs simply revenge. The disguised predator, Heejin, was actually preyâsheâs caught into the ropes she went to with confident hops.
The hunter becomes the hunted.
âFuck, youâre going to put a baby in me,â whines Heejin. âC-canât do that, justâno, just cum on my stomach, please. My mouth, my legs, anywhere.â
When she puts it that way, it makes you spite the fact that itâs forbidden. You want to release in Heejin and make her feel your warm cum. Let it infiltrate her womb and give her a baby. You canât have that happen, yet you want it to happen. It shouldnât be like this.
âPlease,â you say. Youâre getting incredibly close that it rides on your tongue like the aftertaste of a dessertful. You canât believe youâre actually begging to cum inside her, but any man would if put in your place. Anyone who thinks itâs pathetic clearly hasnât met Heejin face to face.
âDaddy,â she says, âyou canâtâŚâ
Saddening news, and she isnât too happy about it either. The tremble of her lower lip is one you capture with a firm kiss. Your breaths get caught in her mouth as you near climax. And the orgasmic Heejinâs wrapping her legs around you tight, as if daring you to breed her even if sheâs clearly told you not to. Itâs like her legs, sealed around your hips, bear the weight of the advantages and disadvantages and spread them out for you, yet the thing in between them makes you forget all about the cons.Â
Itâs scary how you almost give in.
Just in time, however, you pull away and bust a load on her tummy. Itâs the product of all the jabs your rod did at it. Itâs only fair it gets to show the plentiful result laid all over the muscled skin.Â
Heejin looks down at the pool of cum while gasping for air. She swallows, then smiles. âNot bad for a guy whoâs gonna be my big brother.â
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You can already tell having sex with her is going to become a usual affair. The look she flashed you before leaving for school is telling enough. When she woke you up with a sloppy blowjob, saying in between soft suckles that âI have at least one hole you could fill,â you went insane. Youâve made your bed. Now you have to lie in it.
To be fair, youâd lie in Heejin forever if you could. But as a son, you have duties to fulfill. Although Chan told you that youâre free to do whatever you wish, you still have the sense to help around the house. You donât want to be seen as a burden. Youâd want to be anything but the new son who doesnât know how to do things, especially for your new sisters.
Your new relationship with Heejin, though, exceeds familial bond. Will you hide it from Chan or put a stop to what sheâs doing before it transforms completely? Down the road feelings from both ends might get involved and increase the overall taboo of the situation. Chan would probably get suspicious.Â
You donât know what to do.
Take your mind off things. Make an extravagant meal, or at least a style-over-substance one. Follow the instructions of a recipe for mashed potatoes at the back of the gravy powder packet. Hell, you could do this: set cut and peeled potatoes in a pot of briskly boiling water, mash them after smearing them with butter, shake pepper onto those motherfuckers⌠done!Â
Put your masterpiece into a bowl and set it on the table. It actually looks pretty good. Maybe being a chef is your calling. You can already imagine the scenarios youâd go through as one. Chef Jay doesnât sound too bad, right?
Chan is at work while Heejinâs at college. Youâre glad you wonât be seeing Heejin for the remainder of the day; as much as youâd hate to see her go, meeting her would make you feral. She left a to-do list on a post-it sticky note on the fridge door, which looks like itâs been there for a while if you take into consideration the boxes all being checked.Â
A more recent one, however, is Chanâs own reminders written on a piece of ruled college notebook paper, apparently addressed to you and Nana:Â
Good morning! Have an awesome day ;)
Please treat yourself to the Mcdonalds in the fridge, just reheat it pls
Take care of yourselves, love you!
Ah, you wouldnât have made mashed potatoes if you knew Chan had left some McDonaldâs. You hope that he still remembers your favorite from years ago: a classic Big Mac with medium fries to go.
Open the fridge eagerly andâ
Thereâs nothing?
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You know who it is. That voice is decidedly more youthful than Heejinâs, but not anymore that high. Itâs Nayeon. Nana, to be exact. Everyone you know calls her Nana in order to avoid confusing her with Im Nayeon whoâs somewhere in the line of the kids of your parentsâ friends.
Nanaâs younger by only a year, hence being the perfect playmate for you back then. The two of you would run around and yell at each other gleefully, basking in the joys of childhood you didnât know would last that short.Â
So, when you step closer to her, you donât really believe itâs her. If thereâs anything in common between the bright Nana and the laid-back Heejin, itâs that theyâve both grown up beautifully.Â
âNana?â you ask.Â
Her hair was a silky black then, often wrangled in between with sand and dirt, but now, itâs a mass of coffee brown. It looks like sheâs gotten glasses, too, aside from a light fringe that settles prettily on her forehead.Â
But then thereâs Nanaâs body, which you used to pick up as a child to mimic flying heroes with, which has grown⌠voluptuous. In the volleyball shorts and casual statement tee, it flatters her medium-sized bust and meaty thighs just right.
(It probably even coaxes you into thinking sheâs the perfect⌠girlfriend?)
Her face still is adorable as ever. If someone were to put the cutest face in the world with the perfect body, the outcome would be Nana. Sheâs more than that, actually; she just so happens to be exactly your type.
Oh no, here you go again. Your feelings for her from your youthful days resurge, and you realize youâll probably add another fuck-up to the list before this day ends. Meeting Heejin was one thing, but Nana, your first grade playmate slash friend slash childhood crush? Slash new sister? Youâre as good as dead to Chan if he finds out what you want to do to her.
âJay oppa!â says Nana. Her smile has grown more beautiful, just like the rest of her. Itâs still cheeky, but wider. âYou remember me, right?â
How could you not? âY-yeah.â
âAww, sweet!â Nana pokes you on the shoulder. âAnyway, I ate your Big Mac, sorry. I got hungry.â
Oh, so Chan did remember your favorites.Â
âOne meal wasnât enough for you?â ask her, grinning. You still got that playfulness in you with her. Hopefully she reciprocates.
She gives you the finger.Â
Scoff and turn away with raised hands. âIf it makes you feel better, I made potatoes for you,â you announce, âbut I guess Iâll have them since you ate my Big Mac.â
âMeanie.â
âOvergrown baby.â
âJaybird.â
Itâs just like the old times, except for today, nobody gets hurt. The two of you know the truth: youâve missed each other so much. Not a day goes by when you donât think of each other. Youâre embedded into the depths of everyday thoughts, the times when sheâd say oh no, I wasnât thinking of you but only because she doesnât realize it because youâre layers upon layers upon layers of idle thought.Â
It would take an expeditioner to navigate through the history you and Nana have.
Youâre childish. What makes up for it is what you say next, because itâs kind of true and isnât merely something to say just for the hell of it, as you step forward and lower your gaze to her with a sobering glare: âBrat.â
Nana approaches you with her hands folded behind her back. She tilts with each step, as if contemplating on whether she is one or not. âAm I?âÂ
Sheâs so much smaller than you, yet your hands fill up when you place them on her hips. Her waist is tiny compared to the slopes of her hips and thighs. Her cheeks (on both parts, to be clear, because you know what youâre thinking) are sizable, too, and you canât choose between the two pairs on which to squeeze.
âYeah.â
âCan you handle it?â
You see where this is going. Youâre still a mirror of each other, and the glass still reflects lust. âNana.â
âFine,â she says indifferently. She hops on the kitchen island and crosses her arms. That should be a sign that sheâs going to be anything but. âBe like that. Pretend you donât know what I wanna do. Even better, pretend you donât like me.â
Sheâs got it all wrong. Draw in some air and let it out immediately. âI do like you, Nana,â you clarify. âButââ
âBut?âÂ
How do you tell her what the matter is without revealing that you just had sex with Heejin the night before? Youâve no idea how to go through this. Your feelings for her collide with your attraction to her sister, as well as what you did with her.
No outcome of this is morally right, but who cares for morality? You do, although youâre the last person who should be talking about that. Youâre trying to salvage whatâs left of your ethics and piece it together to make yourself believe that youâre a good person. Newsflash: youâre not. No good person would fuck his new sister and want to fuck the other, too.
Whir the script you used for Heejin for her younger sister. âWeâre family now,â you say weakly.Â
Nana rolls her eyes. âGet off your high horse.â
âItâs not a high horse. Itâs⌠itâs decency.â
âHm. Okay.â
Itâs surprising how quick Nana concedes. Her simple answer should have led to a simple result: the two of you never talking about this again and respecting the boundaries of the other. But no, sheâs walking towards you, setting her hands on your shoulders. Her mouth is nearing yours, somewhere youâve dreamed of it residing despite it being so wrong.
âThen stop me,â she dares you. Itâs a tougher dare than the ones she made you do on the playground. âIf youâre so righteous and donât want to kiss me, stop me.â
You shouldnât kiss her. You want to, but itâs something that should never happen. Your feelings for her since your childhood days canât come out to play when sheâs your new sister. No unspoken law of morality says that itâs fine for you to sweep her up in your arms, kiss her, and take her to bed. If you do, youâre committing multiple crimes.Â
Nana is the braver felon. She presses her lips on your mouth, and you have to admit, in spite of the wrongness, that itâs everything youâve dreamed of. Her chapsticked mouth is soft and sweet. You really should have held back. Nevertheless, her tongue is in your mouth, and soon youâre holding her head in your hands so you could kiss her properly.Â
Sheâs turned you into a felon, too. So rob her of her breath. Hold her body hostage on the island. Kill your hesitation. Youâre one of the same, yet only one of you has shown any hesitation in doing this. In fairness, thereâs still a voice in the back of your head that commands you to stop.Â
You donât listen to it.
âDid your dad put any CCTVs in the house?â you ask breathily. If youâre going to do something wrong, you should at least try to hide it.
âHeâs old as shit. Of course he didnât,â says Nana, giggling. âIf you eat my pussy right now he wonât know. Unless, of course, you want to get caught.â
âSo youâre scared of climbing trees but not getting caught having sex?â
âHey, Iâm not scared of climbing trees anymore! Now shut up and eat me. Consider this⌠your lunch, since I had your McDonaldâs.â
âBy all means, Nayeon,â you say, pulling down the shorts that live up to their name and the flimsy set of pink panties.
âItâs NanaâohhhhâŚâ
Her correction gets lost and translated into moans. Youâre sending quick, dainty licks on her clit. Enjoy the shivers Nana does. You know well to prey on that area after that, besides your experience with an old high school fling and sex ed. You also know to caress her thighs to send chills up her body, somehow even bringing heat to her core.
Sheâs too light to cause injury, but she almost, almost does when she squirms her hips harshly into your face. âOppa!â she squeals. Her fingers are wrapped at the edge of the island as she lifts her lower body up for you to devour. âTh-that feels so goodâfuckââ
âThought you didnât like to curse,â you say. Break the contact with her clit and let your finger take its place.Â
âAnd I thought you were a virgin.â
You donât realize that your finger rubbing on her sensitive little nub takes the offense out on it. âThe fuck?â
âY-yeah, I know.â Nana hisses. She rolls her hips up and down. âI thought youâd be too scared to have sex with me. You know, besides the obvious reasons.â
âSo youâre saying I should be the guy you thought I would be? And stop?â
âDonât you fucking dareââ
Laugh. âRelax,â you tell her. âIâm not going anywhere. Iâll eat this delicious pussy of yours till youâre screaming, I promise.â
Nana laughs as well. She rests her calves on both of your shoulders and smiles. âSpoken like a true non-virgin.â
It helps that sheâs so fucking delicious. Youâd start having her as a rewarding meal after tough days rather than McDonaldâs. Sheâs the perfect balance of sweetness and tanginess, filling your mouth like a rain of sugar. Wrapping your lips around her nub just brings out more wetness and moans that are just as sweet. Her sounds of pleasure are exactly what youâve fantasized about them being: soft yet high, clinging to pitched tones and increasing in volume when you slurp on her nub.Â
Her sounds are so much different from her sisterâs. Heejinâs moans are deep and unearth even deeper feelings of lust for her. Nanaâs drive you crazy in a different way. They urge you to keep eating her, to keep suckling harshly on her little clitoris so youâd have her stiff nipples poke the front of the cloth of her shirt, to keep doing away with her tiny hole so that sheâs begging in that cute little voice of hers.Â
Sheâs more passive than Heejin, too. It took rough patches for you to finally be able to fuck her sister into temporary submission. For Nana, it only takes a few licks here and there, and sheâs already shaking. Still, you canât choose between them.Â
Why choose anyway when you can have them both?
Nana, of course, is good enough for now. Though sheâs got you in a padlock between her thighs and forcing you to keep eating her, you give in happily. Your hands are curled around her thick soft thighs to maintain her sprawled position on the island. And dear god, are you taking advantage of it. The suction of your lips is almost cruel, and the poor girl has to alternate between loving it and being overwhelmed.
Run your hands along her delicious backside then squeeze the two round globes. She moans appreciatively, and sheâs faced with another two decisions to choose from: to reverse herself into your hands so you could play with her ass more or to go forward to have your mouth absolutely devouring her. Both options are sure to provide her pleasure, but she canât choose just one. So she moves her hips forward and backward, grinding on the tip of your tongue and your rough palms. It feels so much better this way for her. Sheâs finally found a good routine.
âOppa, oppa, Jay oppa,â groans Nana. âPlease, p-please.â
She doesnât specify what sheâs begging for. She doesnât need to anyway when you know the answer. Thatâs why you run your tongue along her soaked labia, then let it peek into the hole they welcome you in. Delve your tongue inside her deeply. Her ass lifts off the surface and you have to pull her down to earth though sheâs close to meeting heaven because of you. No, sheâs staying here, under your control and touch. She isnât going anywhere.
Not that Nana would rather be anywhere else. Sheâs content with having you orally please her. She likes the feeling of being sprawled out before and under you and letting you have your way with her. She was wrong to think you were a virgin; the wildest laps of an inexperienced mouth definitely wonât feel this good.
She should eat your lunch more times if this is how it would end.
âYour tongue, fuck,â she says, voice shattered, â it feels so goodâdonât stop, please, I canâtââ
You donât plan on it. Nanaâs too delicious, too sweet to stop eating of. Sheâs definitely miles better than what you were supposed to have for lunch. Although your head still swirls at the idea that youâre actually having sex with your crush, hesitation is a faint dream. Her moans, sweet and whiny, prod you on and tell you a story of a climax approaching.
Draw out the plotline by tracing a line from her slit to her pearl, repeat then, shove a plot twist in there by suddenly curling your tongue inside her. She provides the dialogue and ending line:
âJay oppa, Iâm cumming!â
Nanaâs screams switch to squeals when you spank her bubble butt while continuing to eat her out. She reaches for your head and pulls it deeper between her thighs, while her other hand rests on her left nipple. The combined pleasure unexpectedly makes her leak of squirted girl cum. Of course, you waste no time in licking that up.
âT-too much, fuck, oh yes,â she gasps. Her breaths are burdened with each word. âSpank me, oppa, just like that!â
Everything you do drives her crazy. From your spanking and sucking, her hips never fail to lose control. They knock, sway, and dance while her pussy drips with more accumulated wetness and cum. Despite her satisfaction, itâs clear that you wonât be able to drink all of her juices when the mere act of doing it forms more.
âOppa, oppa, stop.â
Pause and look up at her with a mouth smeared with juices. âWhatâs the problem?â you ask. Youâd hate to have done something wrong to her.
âI think daddy and Heejin unnie are at the driveway.â
Shit. You immediately pull away from Nanaâs cunt. She barely gets her shorts on right when Chan and Heejin come in. Pray that the kitchen smells of what itâs supposed to instead of sex. You can still catch the slight scent of gratification in the air.Â
âWeâre home!â says Chan. He comes bearing gifts: supermall department store paper bags strung in a single wrist. Youâre strangely more drawn to Heejin rather than the clothes that might be brought home; she counts as a gift, right?
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Sheâs barely wrapped, though. A tube top designed as a blue handkerchief dangles around her bust. The shawl doesnât exactly play the probable role of a ribbon when itâs thinner than one.Â
Oh well, easier to unwrap and break into pieces.
âHi, Jay oppa,â says Heejin. Her smile is wide; she knows youâre flustered by her choice of fashion today. She looks at Nana with a comparably colder gaze. âNana.â
Sibling rivalry, you assume? The tension is incapable of going unnoticed. You wonder what itâs for. There must have been history between them. You wouldnât know, however; youâre an only child. Were.Â
âHow was theâŚâ you say, trying to break the thickness in the air but find that you donât have the words to do it. Why do you even bother? Oh, right, theyâre your sisters nowâas a big brother, you have to try and help them make ends meet.Â
âOh, the mall?â Chan says. Heâs unknowingly rescued you from awkwardness. He throws you the bag. âPretty good! I got you a shirt. Heekki bought some stuff, too.â
âYou didnât get me anything, daddy?â asks Nana disappointedly. The redness in her face is lucky to be passed off as the heatâs doing.
âMaybe if you didnât spill that water on the floor Iâd give you your present early.â
The youngest sister tilts her head, but when she turns around, she realizes what her father means. Just when you thought youâd left the coast clear, thereâs one piece of evidence you failed to hide: Nanaâs slick and cum. It drools from the edge of the island and on the ground. Even worse, your shirt is stained, too.Â
âIâuh, daddyââ
âWhat? Gonna cry, Nayeon?â Heejin asks. She flashes her sister a taunting grin.
What is going on between these two? Why is Heejin bullying her? Why is Nana looking angrier than sheâs ever looked in her life? You truly donât understand.Â
âItâs Nana,â the younger girl replies. Her shoulders are visibly tense.
Chan gives them a stern look. You know what that means: cut it out, or Iâll make you. Youâve learned to translate those looks from parents of unruly children at public places. âGirls,â he pacifies them. âDonât want to start a fight in front of your new brother, do you?â
âShe started it!â Nana says protestingly.
âAnd Iâll end it. Cut it out and clean your mess up.â
Heejin smiles sweetly yet artificially as her sister obeys what sheâs told to do. Then, she drags you to the bedroom out of sight.
Cut to black.
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âYouâre a bad person, Jay oppa.â
Those are the first words Heejin told you after she pulled you into her room. Her kisses arenât as passionate anymore when theyâre more angry than lustful. Her lips mash on your neck, mouth, and chest, all while she unbuttons your shirt with quickness youâve never seen in her.
Your shirtâs torn off you before it could even live on to be a hand-me-down. An angry Heejin, you find out, can do things like that. She isnât all seductive and sweet when sheâs furious. And right now, sheâs burning on every end with wrath.
âI think thatâs why you agreed to have sex with me,â she says. Pulls off your bottoms so she can sit her bottom on you. âBecause you wanted some kind of fucked up stress relief. And then you see me, and you go âhey, I could fuck this girl and since sheâs such a slut she wouldnât mind.â Thatâs what you thought, right? That Iâm just another dumb slut bunny?â
None of that crossed in your mind. All you knew when you were reunited with Heejin was that you were very attracted to her. âHeejin, it isnât like that. And youâre not a slut.â
âFor you,â Heejin throws her shawl to the corner of the room, âI am.â
She said it, not you. Still wonât agree to it. But when Heejinâs riding you at this pace that you canât keep up with, you might change your mind.Â
Her thighs ripple photogenically when they slap onto yours. Your face canât say the same. From the moment the door was closed, she pounced on you. She takes the role of a hunter again. She has her hand on your chest and her ass perched on your crotch. It all starts and ends there.
âOh, and you looove lording it over me, huh?â she asks. Sheâs yelling at you, angry at you about something you donât even know yet, which is supposed to make you feel scared. You should be cowering and promise yourself to never ever underestimate her again. Instead, you feelâŚ
Aroused?Â
Your cock is hard enough to push past her slick walls and bask in their embrace. You hear your own breaths partner up with Heejinâs.
âYou know I like you and your dick so much,â she continues. Her bounces are strong. Days and nights spent at the gym keep her stamina strong. Is she a singer, too? Her voice hasnât cracked once. Or maybe sheâs just that angry. âThatâs why you like making me jealous. You know I canât control myself around you.â
âHeejin, itâs n-not like that.â Surprised that you manage to get those words out of your mouth. All thatâs coming from it are moans.
âSo what is it?âÂ
âWait, is this about Nana?â
She growls. Her pace quickens, and youâre off the edge again, your hands planted on the white mattress shaking and failing to keep you up. Her voice is like a trigger word that shuts all your systems down.Â
âSee,â she says. She shuts her eyes and bites her lip. âYou even, hahm, call her Nana, too.â
Give up on trying to remain stable. Place your hand instead on Heejinâs ass to help her meaningful grinding. âEveryone calls her that.â
âBut you donât even call me Heekki or anything. Itâs not fair, you know. You and your fucking crush on that bitch.â
Well, sheâs right. You do have a crush on Nana. She doesnât have that wrong. The thing isâ
âIâm sorry, Heekki.âÂ
Youâd tell her that as many times as she wants if thatâs what makes her feel better. You still want more sessions like these with her, maybe less violent, in the future, even if your feelings for her sister are beyond mere lust.
Right, Nayeon. Nana. What do you do about your attraction to her? Could you like Heejin and her at the same time? It isnât fair to both parties, including you. You canât just lead them on. Youâre not supposed to, to be more precise; theyâre your sisters. But of course, you break that taboo and are fucking the eldest sister to her guts in her bed after having just eaten her siblingâs pussy. You wouldnât choose one over the other.
âHnnn, yes.â Heejin minces her words in heavy, dark tones that sound a lot more desperate than the real her. It really is your fault. Youâre making her this way. âCall me that again, Jay oppa. Please? Iâm, Iâm your Heekki, right? Your only bunny girl?â
Little white lies, little white lies. âYes, Heekki,â you reply. âNow hop on daddyâs cock like a good little bunny.â
âYes, of course I will, daddy!â Sheâs nearly sobbing when she resumes her riding. The flexes of her thighs help her lifting and resting on your crotch. She gasps because of your hands sneaking under her handkerchief top and squeezing her ample breasts. âD-daddy, please, Heekki loves your cock, please fuck me harder!â
Jerk upwards. Heejinâs perfect pussy is a real-life fleshlight. She could be your toy anytime, one youâd bring and fuck anywhere. Sheâs too fitting for all the secret desires embedded in your heart. Who wouldnât want a slutty little bunny girl toy like Heejin, with an unexpectedly sexy deep voice and a fit body?
Youâre all too focused on her tiny cunt. Her hole is just made to be bred. You have to remind yourself you canât do it. Itâs hard to resist when her cunt is virginally tight and the flesh of her ass is enticing to play with. Even her groans tempt you, all those little whines and pleas shoot right at your heart (and dick.) You want to fuck her like nothingâs wrong, like she isnât your sister and youâre not supposed to be doing this.
âDaddy, daddy, oh, daddyââ Heejin gasps.
Swipe at her clit and she screams. Shut her up with the finger you used to rub her nub, sliding it into her unprepared yet otherwise welcoming mouth. âShut up, slut. Thatâs what you are, right, Heejin? Daddyâs slutty bunny girl?â
Self-contradicting or something. Oh, you donât know.Â
Still with your fingers forcing her mouth open, she nods. âMmm. Mhmm, daddy, your slut bunny, yesââ
Heejin isnât angry anymore. Your cock turns out to be the solution to her problems, even jealousy. Youâd hate to tell her that her envy is rational.Â
How would you tell her?
She sucks on your fingers, eyes glowing with tears of need. âCummingân you, now, daddy,â she breathes. âI want to be daddyâs only bunny girl, t-the one who gets to cum around his big cock everyday, please. Iâm not mad, Heekkiâs not mad anymore, I promise.â
Kiss her, and for a moment you forget about your own trials, too. The world gives its toughest times (resisting the urge to fuck your new sisters dumb) to its strongest soldiers (you).
-
You have more secrets about yourself and what youâve done than you can count on ten fingers. Not even a sworn oath could drag them from your lips. Torture like waterboarding or a knife to your throat would be useless. Your lips are sealed at all times. No exceptions.
Thatâs why youâre able to fuck both Nana and Heejin without them knowing about it. Itâs been months and itâs still going on. You canât believe it reached this point.Â
You enjoy the differences between the two girls whenever you fuck them. They donât think that youâre fucking the other either. The angry sex you had with Heejin *reduced her worries about your possible (and very real) attraction to Nana by a lot.
*(Citation, if required:
The girl was on your thigh, a night when Nana and Chan were out. You and Heejin made up an excuse: weâre too tired. Itâs a school night. Some shit. The point is that the two of you threaded the circumstances and made it line up to you being alone. No distractions.
Heejin still calls you daddy, and that time was no exception. She was naked from the waist down. Her upper body being clothed in a tight baby tee didnât make it less sexy. Seeing how the piece of clothing wrapped around her lithe form turned you on already. To add to that, she was riding your thigh, hand on your length. You made the small living room your heaven.
âFuck,â Heejin whimpered. She chewed on her bottom lips as she rode your thigh, making use of your bounces and your hands on her hips. âDaddy, howâs it that youâre so good even when your dick isnât inside me?â
You were flattered. Therefore, (and it was the only right thing to do in response to that), you bounced her harder. Let her grind down on your knee and stimulate her clit on the curved edge. Sheâs a good girl. No past tense for that one. Heejin is always your good girl, and youâre her daddy who spoils her too much. No past tense for that one either. You truly do spoil her too muchâyou let her drag you in the bathroom when youâre shopping just so she could drop to her knees to suck you off. You buy her expensive brands though youâre sure she makes more money than you. You do too much for her.
Her payment is better than anything you give her. Sheâs a good little girl who bounces on daddyâs lap and has his cum as milk before bed. Remembering that, you lifted the baby tee up to kiss her nipples. You let a slight chew ride the edges of the brown little area, then sucked hard. It gave you the reaction you wanted, the reaction you craved: Heejin cumming on your thighs.Â
Her grip on your cock was too tight and she never stopped jerking you off. You came on each other, bathing skin with love and lust. And you wouldnât have it any other way.)
Nanaâs the more oblivious one. She knows she has you wrapped around her finger, too much in fact that she doesnât entertain the idea of you liking Heejin, too. *She was eager but scared at first. Now, she fucks you without doubt, without regret.
*(Another citation:
It was after a meaningful talk that she suddenly brought up that âyou havenât fucked me yet, Jay oppa,â she said. Her natural pout made it easier for you to dive into the subject.
âSure I have,â you replied. âWhat are you talking about?â
You thought back to the times you fingered her to squirt and put your mouth on her. Nana was always weak for that, and you assumed that was the only way she liked it. That was why you didnât bother extending it past that.
âYeah,â said Nana, looking at the night sky from the terrace, âbut you havenât, like, actually put your cock in me. I want to see it! I want it inside me!â
âAlright.â You sat up. âSure.â
âHuh?â Her cheeks reddened. She didnât expect that at all.
âWhat? Letâs do it.â
âI thought youâd be all hesitant or something,â Nana explained shyly. She looked everywhere except your piercing gaze. âI think thatâs why I asked. Um⌠what am I even saying? I want your cock, Jay oppa.â
âCome get it then.âÂ
You loved seeing Nana so shy and bashful. It was so different from the playful arrogance she sets when sheâs around you. She could be so cute sometimes.Â
All the time. You still havenât gotten over what you felt for her. Itâs been long since you were adopted by Chan, yet your crush on Nanaâs been longer. You think that maybe she does have the same feelings. After all, why would she let you fuck her? But you keep telling yourself youâre making it more complicated than it should be. To keep on Nanaâs good side, and out of your own fear, too, you need to fuck her. No sappy feelings mentioned, just the good olâ rawdogging.
Youâre happy about getting to fuck Nana. Still, it isnât the same as getting to be her boyfriend.
You went on, nonetheless. The first time she sank down on your length, she let out the cutest sound youâd ever heard. Nana was adorable in every way. Her hands scrunched up to her face like a bunnyâs would as she shyly let her pussy take in your size.Â
âYouâre so big,â she said.
âHeard that a couple of times. Whatâs new?âÂ
âAsshole.â Nana slapped your shoulder. âYou sure I could do it?â
âMore than. Youâre almost there.â
You tried to act like you were no stranger to this and therefore didnât care. It was difficult when Nanaâs pussy was so closed around your girth that you had to guide her downwards. Her thighs twitched and her moans were higher than they usually were. When you went down on her with your tongue, she always screamed, or when you fingered her under the blanket while watching a movie. This sound from her, a whiny gasp tangled in between a shout and a cry, was new.Â
You wanted to become more acquainted with it, for which you started to thrust.
âFffuck,â she whispered with a wince. Why was the pain good? It wasnât supposed to work like that. âJay oppa, that feels really good.â
âDoesnât hurt anymore?â
âJust a little. Just keep, fffucking. Me. And Iâll be okay.â
You couldnât help it. You dove in for a kiss. You held her face in your hands as you pumped away inside her. This time, you made sure to be careful. It was the first time you had ever penetrated her.Â
It was the one of many times, though, that you made her cum.)
âJay.â
Deja vu hits you. Or maybe youâve been substituting grief with it. Itâs been almost a year and everything still reminds you of your parents. Jay isnât exempted from that. You zoned out on him, just like you did to your mother and father.Â
Itâs your duty to look at him and pay attention. Heâs done so much for you already. Itâs the least you could do. Itâs what you would have done if youâd known that fateful day that your parents would die. âYeah?â
Chan smiles. âAre you alright?â he asks you. He pushes the tinfoiled chocolates towards you. Dessert is an everyday thing in his house. âWe lost you there a little.â
Unwrap one and pop in your mouth. âIâm fine, thanks. What were we talking about?â
âI was saying I got a promotion.â
You smile. Good things happen to good people. âCongrats, hyung!â
âThanks, Jay! ButâŚâ Hesitantly, he continues, âbecause of that, Iâm going on a business trip. Iâll be gone for two days.â
Heejinâs eyes widen theatrically. âOh no,â she says in faux disappointment, âoh no, daddy.âÂ
It sounds like sheâs addressing you rather than her own real father. More context clues: sheâs inched closer to you and has a hand on your thigh. She gives it a nice squeeze, causing you to straighten suddenly. This is the riskiest Heejin has gotten.
Steal a glance at Nana, who sits at the opposite side of the dinner table. Sheâs staring at the two of you with fire in her eyes. While sheâs too cute to be menacing, she still sends a clear message: get Heejin off you now. She canât bear with her sister being all touchy-feely with you, or having you alone with her. If she didnât want to save face, sheâd have pounced on the table to tear Heejinâs hair out.
And sheâs got such a pretty, pretty face to save, doesnât she?
âDâyou think you kids could behave while Iâm gone?â Chan asks. He scratches the back of his neck. âI mean, youâre all of age, and itâs technically legal, but if you want me to stayââ
âOh, daddy, itâs fine!â says Heejin. She looks at you sweetly and raises your joined hands. âJay oppa and I are good friends! Weâll keep the house clean!â
âWhat about you, Nana? What do you think?â
Nanaâs glowering stare at you and her older sister is prolonged and envious. She truly canât look intimidating with such an adorable face, but you feel her anger. Itâs telepathic how she could sit there in silence and still tell you wordlessly that sheâs angry. Furious is probably a better term; you can see flames rise from her eyes.
She swallows and composes herself the best she could. âIâll be fine,â she says quietly.
Chan asks his daughter if sheâs sure, and asks the older girl the same as well. He doesnât leave you out either. He wants to balance a family and work life properly. Both should hold the same weight on the two pedestals.Â
Thatâs how you end up with him gone for two days, and during the first few minutes of his departure, you and Heejin are kissing each other. Nothing more than that is what you promise. Chastity isnât the best virtue to go by in terms of happiness, but you attempt with what you could to keep it pure.Â
This is where you understand the self-contradiction, for Heejinâs stark naked from the waist and up. You can feel every bit of unclothed flesh beneath your palms. You can be the expeditioner, Heejin could be the map. Youâd spread her, map out each bit of pale milky skin in the connection of your two bodiesâ threshold. Youâd tear her and use her to the point of impurity.Â
But as you said: chastity.
Itâs not like Heejinâs a saint herself. The skimpy booty shorts grind down on your lap as you kiss in her bedroom. Play with her nipples you will, then also take the time to appreciate her soft thighs.Â
âThese thighs are fucking amazing, Heekki,â you say. The nicknameâs a familiar aftertaste in your mouth now. A delicious one.Â
âYou want to fuck them, oppa⌠daddy? What should I call you?â
A hand on the nape of her neck, you lay Heejin down on her bed. âI donât care. Whichever, just make sure you let me fuck these legs.â
âOppa it is.â Heejin grins cheekily. She spreads her arms just as much as she tightens her legs together, letting you appreciate the smoothness of her pits and her slim, beautiful arms. Not to disregard the muscles denting the skin, though. âIsnât it so sexy? Iâm fucking my big brother, and my little sister can barge in anytime. Itâs so risky, right, Jay oppa?â
Slip your cock between her pressed flesh, and you easily discover that her thighs are as good as they look. Slide in, slide out, and repeat the cycle like a habit of vice. Youâd never want to recover. Something could speak to you in the back of your head, urging you to let go of whatâs wrong, and you wouldnât listen. Even if that something was, letâs say, Nana?
Speaking ofâŚ
âWhatâs wrong, Jay oppa?â said girlâs older sister asks, curious about your sudden alarmed look.
Youâd say a lot of things to her, now that you have the chance to. Only one comes to mind: âI, I think thereâs someone at theââ
âI fucking knew it.â
Thatâs how it all starts. It begins with the scene that goes like this: Nana stands at the doorway with shock veining red in her eyes. Her hand is firm on the door knob; looks like someone forgot to lock before they fuck. That someone may be you or Heejin. You never know. Itâs too late, anyway. Nana already knows.
Youâd adlib a lot of things in this situation, too. However, none of them sound plausible. You canât speak when you feel this odd sense of guilt brimming in the core of your heart. Seeing Nanaâs horrified expression, you realize that itâs rooted from you thinking youâve betrayed her. Thereâs her, obviously being your childhood crush and the girl youâve fucked weeks on end, and then thereâs you, fucking her sister in the bedroom where sheâs supposed to flee for sisterly advice and familial gossip. Itâs so incredibly wrong, all of it: your girth being locked between Heejinâs thighs, her obviously enjoying the way the underside of your cock rubs her preyed pussy, and Nana, the other girl youâve been fucking. The other sister youâre fucking.
âYou lying bitch,â spits Nana, glaring at Heejin. Such a word should never escape her mouth when she looks that pure and sweet, but she isnât what she looks like, sexually speaking. Emotionally speaking. âIâm gonna tell dad, and youâre so fucking screwed.â
âThen Iâll tell him you fucked me, too,â you fire back. Venom laces your words.Â
Heejin looks at you in horror. âWhat?â
Oh no.Â
Oh god.Â
You definitely should have thought before you spoke. Now, the catâs out of the bag. The taboo secret youâve tried to hide for so long from both siblings is out in the open. You canât lie or fuck your way out of this anymore. Itâs not going to work.
Nana catches on a loose thread in her sister. She tugs it to sew back her own pride. âYeah, thatâs right,â she says haughtily, âhe fucked me, too. What, you thought you were special or something?â
âHey.â Sheâs really going in for the kill. You have to put a stop to it before it escalates: âLetâs all just calm downââ
Heejin turns to you and laughs after a short, bitter little scoff. âNo fucking way, Jay.â She drops her legs and kicks you away. Tumble into the bedroom cabinet. âYou tricked us.â
Sheâs right. Youâll admit that because you canât even deny it yourself. Itâs true through and through; you hid two secrets from three people: your sisters and new father. But secrets always come to light, and today just so happens to be the day for your dirty little secrets.
âYeah,â pipes up Nana. âYou wanted to use two girls as your personal cumdumps you could just throw away. You donâtââ
She stops. The older girl is awfully silent and suspicious, though you are for other reasons as well.
âOh.â She stares at Heejin for a moment, then laughs. The palm sheâs placed on her mouth is only there for dramatic effect; she doesnât bother stifling her smug laughs. âOh. I see it now.â
âWhat the hell do you mean?â
Nana walks over with surprising confidence in her steps and wraps her hand around your cock. Thatâs the last thing you expected her to do. Your moans are a little rougher this time because of that. Nana doesnât bother stopping to reconsider what sheâs doing: jerking off her new brother in front of her sister who shares her own blood and flesh.Â
She pouts so pitiably that it could be a genuine emotion if she pleases. âYou donât let him cum inside you, do you, my sweet unnie?â she asks. âThatâs right. I know you donât.â
Heejinâs eyes go all bunny wide. The irony of it all could be entertaining enough for your average telenovela enjoyer. It helps that she plays her role of the shocked and offended domineering sister so well.
But this isnât a telenovela; this is real life. Youâre actually going through this. You canât turn it off in spite of your desire to. When thereâs the yearning inside you to see what more there is to unfold, though, you give in. You donât say a word to stop the sisterly quarrel. You simply stand there prone to Nana, who jerks you off with an unrestrained anger.
Heejin, whoâs used to playing the cruel girl to her sister, finds herself in a position sheâs never had to experience: getting the short end of the stick. Getting pierced by the end of the stick. Was her sisterâs all-too-true accusation the forbidden apple to the shame she feels out of nowhere for her naked body?
She stutters. Youâve only heard her stutter when youâre fucking her. Itâs so strange to hear how she clumsily stumbles over her words in real life where sheâs got no escape. âOkay,â she says, giving up, âso I donât let him cum inside me. So what? Itâs not my fault Iâm not a slut like you.â
âOh please,â scoffs Nana. Waving off her sisterâs insult is also a first for her. âTell me something I havenât heard before. At least I get to feel his warm, thick cum inside me. Youâre too scared to even let him fuck you in a position that isnât missionary.â
âGirls,â you say, in one last futile attempt to calm them down. Do you even want to calm them down? Youâre not sure.
Nana pulls you away from her sibling and smiles with such untainted sweetness that it makes you forget she was mad in the first place. Well, sheâs still a little mad for what she says next:Â
âCome on, oppa.Â
âLet me do something for you that she canât.â
Her shirt becomes a figment of your imagination. You swear it was on a few seconds ago. But now, you see how it is: no bra. Not even a white camisole. Her perky breasts are there for you to toy with. You have multiple choices, actually: her soft tummy and wide hips are there, craving for your attention. Of course you give it to them, in the form of lingering hungry touches.Â
Your lips are on hers all of a sudden. It doesn't even take minutes for you to have your mouths and tongues all over each other, licking where you can and kissing till the lust ferments. (Hint: it would never.) Thereâs an imaginary time limit going on for you and Nana, and so youâre tearing clothes off each other and stealing kisses as fast and as needily as you can.Â
It doesnât take the whole time limit for Heejin to get jealous. âGet off him,â she growls. She kisses your back, the touch sending shivers on your skin. Her nipples push on you. âYou like me better, donât you, daddy? Iâm your Heekki, right?â
You donât know. As of now, you like the other bunny girl better. âWeâll see.â
ââDaddyâ?â Nana giggles. âThat all you got, Heejin?â
âWhereâs the âunnieâ?â
âYouâre not the unnie unless you prove yourself to be one,â the youngest of the three of you answers in a sickeningly flattering tone. She brushes Heejinâs cheek. âSo whatâs it gonna be?â
Heejin stammers again. The smarmy and arrogant her is lost in the jealousy she gathers because of Nana pushing you down the bed. When she sees how you react to it with your needy face and hands on her waist, the anger burns inside her harder.Â
Still, it surely canât be the flame of fury thatâs making her this hot and bothered, can it?
Nana backs off to present her ass to you. She circles her hips in the air, giving you a show, then places a hand on both of her cheeks. The denim shorts barely cover up the swells of her ass. âTake this off me, please, oppa?â she asks. And itâs so polite that it isnât really your fault that you give in and tug the messily cut thing she calls shorts down.
âDaddy!â Heejin says in protest. Sheâs naked as well, but sheâs still left out.
âI think I should be the one calling him daddy here,â gloats Nana. She rubs her ass on your cock. It perfectly pleasures the underside of your length. âAfter all, heâs the one whoâs going to put a baby in me. But Iâm sure you wonât mind.â
Her panties slide down her legs. And now, she descends.
Down she goes, but sheâs only going higher. Your cock splits her pussy open, and itâs just as good as the first time. Nana still brings the same thrill you get when you fuck her hot body. Her bounces are more precise, and she learns to give you more than just the benefit of getting to screw herâshe gifts you a show of her bountiful backside unintentionally clapping with the other cheek.
Spank her for that, though you should really reward rather than punish her when sheâs only making you feel good. Doesnât matter; she loves it. She looks back at you and bites her lip sultrily.Â
âFuck,â you groan, âsuch a good girl, Nana.â
Her moans are perfected with pitch and pleas. Nanaâs expressions are timed well with your thrusts and guiding hands on her hips.
âIâm a good girl, too, daddy,â Heejin says softly. She kisses your mouth. âIâll show you, okay?â
Chanâs eldest daughter climbs on top of your face. You pull off her shorts as wellâyou welcome all kinds of pleasure here. Nana slams herself down harder, and right on the second you groan due to it, Heejinâs already planted her pussy on your face.
See, these are the thighs youâve dreamed of. These are the kind that would actually crush your head. Her muscular skin ensures that your head is subjected not only to thick softness. And yes, youâve eaten Heejin out before, in times when youâd keep her prone on the edge of her bed while you pull orgasm after orgasm out of her with just your tongue, but this time you do it with increased gusto. The sistersâ blended moans sound better than any choir of your choosing. Name a band as well, while youâre at it, and Heejin and Nanaâs voices would still outdo their songs.
âYesss, thank you, daddy!â gasps Heejin. âOh, mmm, Iâm your good little girl. And because youâre my daddy, you should always eat your good girl out.â
âYou talk like an attached trophy wife,â Nana remarks with a snortle. Thatâs not fair on her part; you know how desperate she can get when youâre fucking her, but you canât really oppose it when Hejeinâs muffling your mouth.
The other girl canât retort either. Your tongueâs too good to her. âShut up. He likes my pussy more. And he treats it sooo well, donât you, my daddy? Better than you do Nana?â
Letâs see: well, you donât know. Both sisters have amazing bodies youâd do any time of the day. You havenât really given the intensity you submit to them much thought. Itâs hard to think now when Heejinâs urgently riding your tongue while Nana rides your cock.
âNo answer,â Nana says triumphantly. âI guess heâs biased there.â
âHmph.â
âThe better girl for oppa is the one who doesnât immediately cum just because heâs touching them. Bet?â
âItâs a bet,â replies Heejin. She really shouldnât be giving in to a deal sheâs sure to lose; you know what the quintessential quiver of her hips mean. Then again, sheâs not one to back down from a competition.
Itâs kind of entertaining to see the differences between the two girls. It counts back then as well. Itâs like they switched personalities with how the other fits the former just as well. Nanaâs not afraid to use you. She rides you at a lightning-impulsed pace, rocking your cock with a tightness youâll never forget. Her cries are wrapped with weak gasps. On the other hand, thereâs Heejin, whoâs still used to being the submissive little girl to you when itâs nothing close to her real cocky attitude out of the bedroom, whoâs still afraid to use you. Oh, donât forget her moansâtheir depth and groany tinge make your cock throb. Too bad itâs inside Nana.
(Itâs actually not that bad at all; the pulsing and twitching cause Nana to shake deliciously. Her slow, meaningful grinds bring you to life.)
Hence, youâre fucking Heejin with your tongue faster, with no care for the juices that slide down your chin and the sides of your mouth. Her clit bumps your nose. Itâs an advantage you takeâyou push and pull her back and forth to get her shivering whenever her precious pearl hits the tip of your nose.
Nana isnât left out of the equation either. Push your lower body upwards so that your tip meets the end of her pussy. Shimmy them so that it rubs her walls. She gasps girlishly and soon finds out that she isnât made for the fight she started with her sister. Sheâs chosen to fight the wrong battle.
âIâm close,â she whimpers. Her eyes are sealed shut. âYouâre too good, oppa.â
âM-me too!â Heejin says. Her voice is on the brink of a yell. Sloppily suck her clit and sheâs past that. âDaddy, daddy, daddy, keep licking me like that, oh!â
âShit⌠Jay oppa!â
Youâre soaked on both ends. Try to clean up Heejinâs stream of cum the best you could and pump Nanaâs slick out of her. In the midst of everything, you donât stop. You want to keep hearing the girlsâ beautiful cries of pleasure.Â
âGod, enough, daddy,â begs the shaking Heejin. Sheâs slapping her own breasts, lip bloodied under her teeth. âI want to cum on your cock, too.â
A better premise. âSure.â
âWait.â Nana stops the two of you. âWho came first?â
Heejin turns away with pink cheeks.Â
Nanaâs known her all her life, so she reads that look better than anyone else could. âOf course you did.â She rolls her eyes. âYou donât deserve to sit on his cock.â
âI doâŚâ Her eyes are glossy. Her desperation really doesnât go away with shame. If she were to be honest, itâs the shaming that deepens it. âBut please, daddy, pleaseââ
âFine. Letâs ask oppa what he wants us to do. Weâll see whoâs the better girl for himâ
You canât recognize Nana anymore. You know how big of a sub she can get, yet you didnât realize how rough she can be as a dominant party in the bedroom. With how she orders around her sister and you, youâd think itâs a usual thing for her. Maybe it is.Â
âNana-ya,â Heejin says, trying to bring the tone she lorded over her little sister with back. It ends up weakâitâs to no avail.
âDo it,â Nana tells her with a pitch of finality. âAsk him.â
âFuck,â the other bunny girl says nervously. She swallows, then turns to you. Youâre just as on the edge as she is. âDaddy, what do you want us to do?â
You have plenty of situations you could make them turn into reality. Some even cross the line. There are already plenty of boundaries youâve soared past. You just have to choose one out of the many fantasies you have because now that youâre looking back at the chaos of it all, you wanted this to happen. You wanted them to find out. Thereâs a fucked up voice inside you that insists on becoming riskier, becoming more careless. Itâs supposed to be blocked out.
Still and all, thereâs Heejin and Nana beside you on the bed, with their shared pouty lips and eyes glistening with want. Said distinct, glossy features give you an idea.
âSuck my cock,â you say finally. In other settings that would have been a grave insult to the average middle school outcast. For Heejin and Nana, itâs the word of a deity himself.
Both girls donât waste precious time on questioning if two sisters sucking their new adopted brotherâs cock is morally right or not. What matters above all is that their lips decorate your length. Itâs like theyâre determined to give it a bath. Itâs the only way you know how to explain it when Heejinâs round, doll-like eyes stare in awe at her sister running her lips up and down the sideless shape of your cock and your sensitive slit. Shiver on the occasion she licks there. Nana knows how to take cock as much as sheâs learned into the art of fucking your face. It goes both ways here, you see. You wouldnât have thought she was the one who was just recently a virgin.
Heejin leaves the tougher things to the expert. While sheâs the one who first sucked your cock between the two of them, itâs clear that Nanaâs better at this. She can hear your ragged moans. She remains determined to please you. She kisses your heavy balls, sucking on the prickled skin on each and licking at them lovingly.
âFuck⌠HeekkiâŚâ
Thatâs a sign for Nana to up her game. She glares at you, and itâs everything but subtle. She throws out all the anger sheâs held in her heart after the PDA you put on with Heejin recently onto sucking your cock. Her throat is tight and her mouth is warm as your cock enters and exits, stabbing through the breaths for air that never quite make it to her lungs. She doesnât mind losing air. She does, actually, but sheâs quite more focused on getting your attention back on her.
Heejin doesnât let up on the competition. Like you said, she isnât the type of girl to back down from a challenge. Whatever she competes at sheâll give it her all. She might have lost and came earlier than expected just a few minutes ago, sure, but sheâs a competitive girl. She always wants to be on top. Or if not, underneath you.Â
Thatâs why her lips alternate between your testicles. Bite your lip to suppress yourself from tugging her hair. It doesnât work; your hand ends up sifted in her hair and tugging so that her nose pressed on your pubic patch. From there she has to take in your musky scent and have the precum from your tip drip down the side of her face.
âWeâre being good girls, Heejin,â Nana says after pulling away from your cock.Â
âYouâre not too bad yourself,â the older one of them admits. She licks the underside of your base teasingly, sending a gasp and a sudden shot of cum out of you. âWhat dâyou think, daddy?â
They seem to not have noticed that you orgasmed a bit. They keep lapping and kissing your cock like nothing could compare to it. No piece of arcade candy or slice of cake could match the taste of your cock. They feast on it, the little devils they areâHeejin decides to take a turn at swallowing your cock whole and succeeds while Nana kisses your thighs. Youâre sensitive all over, and they have no signs of stopping. Theyâll keep suckling and licking all day if you donât conquer control again.
Therefore: get up like your latest orgasm didnât occur.Â
âOn your stomach. On the bed. Now.â
Soon theyâre scrambling to follow your orders. Arenât they always? Their butts are in front of you side by side. They say sisters have a lot in commonâfor this situation, itâs the wetness rolling droplets down their luscious thighs and the two replicas of the same, passive look as they turn their heads to you. Theyâre waiting for your next command.
You donât give any. Itâs all on you now.
Push yourself inside Heejinâs slick pussy. Perhaps she deserves to be fucked, like she says. So donât bother to extract lengthy inches and just fire short, driven thrusts. Spank Nana to keep her occupied. Her moans are as sweet as her sisterâs, much more when you finger her.
Tandem and might. Theyâre foreign concepts to you since you werenât a sporty kind of kid. You still find yourself taking all those out on the two girls. You position yourself so that youâre able to pump fast into Heejin while keeping the deep thrusts going while curling your fingers into Nanaâs weak spots.Â
âThatâs not fair, Jay oppa,â she tells you, face buried into the sheets. Itâs lucky that you even get to make out a fraction of her words. âI was the one being good.â
âMaybe he just likes me more,â quips Heejin wittily. Itâs a lost sound when you punish her with a pronounced pump. Little do you know that sheâd find it hot. âFuck yes, youâre amazing, daddy.â
She gives up on trying to keep her head raised. She drops it and groans with the bed muffling the way of her voice. Who could have ever found out that the tuck of her bottom lip under her teeth, an action so simple, could fruit such lust inside you?
âOf course youâre being good, Nana. Only good girls get bred.â
They donât get what you mean until you pull out of Heejin and slip into the sister you mentioned. Nanaâs back curves beautifully and she sighs as sheâs filled to the point of overflow with your hot and sticky cum. You slap her ass hard, leaving a red trace of your hand on her cheek. She grinds seductively into your cock burying itself to the depths of her pussy.
âNoooo,â sobs Heejin, green with envy. âPlease, gah, just let me have your cum. I promise Iâll let you cum inside me all the time. Can do it even with my dad watching, or Nana, just pleaseââ
âDesperate little slut. Will you let my naughty big sister have what she wants, oppa?â
In one way or another, Heejin always gets what she wants. She could be the one underneath you, sure, and sheâd remain the benefactor.
Such is the beauty of having her cum beautifully and instantly on your fingers after you finger out some cum from Nanaâs pussy into hers.
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Chan never does find out what the white on Heejinâs bed is from. Is it from a girlâs problem that isnât too known? He doesnât know. It might be glue. Whatever. Heâs not that well-versed into feminine problems, so he simply assumes those are the source of them.Â
He also doesnât know why the sisters suddenly donât fight anymore. Itâs a well-kept secret that youâve made a pact with them, told them that you could be theirs as long as they kiss you and donât tell. It works well to keep the sisters in line, and itâs beneficial for Chan, too. He doesnât have to pacify repeated arguments anymore.
So far the peace in your new home is maintained. The bedroom is exempted.
Obviously.Â
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Ending Fairy ⥠Pom Pom Pom Music Core 240706
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Monday of Appreciation: Part 106
Hello everyone, Smite here!
I have returned with the (not yet annual) release of MoA. When you look at the release dates of some of these stories, you might realize how fucking far behind I am. The back log is literally at 100+ fics that I still want to check out, so please excuse this time capsule lmao.
No matter how old they might be, these fics are golden, so send the writers some love!
(Update: currently sinking into IRL work but also into waaaaaay too long fics. I promise I will give it my all to finish some of them in the next to weeks, but other things have priority rn)
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@ggidolsmuts: Move ft. Nana (woo!ah!)
There is a disturbing lack of Nana fics (geez, Smite, write them yourself then! - shut up, inner voice!). I have to thank ddeun once more for keeping us well fed. Nana's move(s) and shifty facial expressions (from cute to deadly) can really leave a man stunned.
I want more Nana.
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@essentiallyleaf: Kinktober Day 16 ft. Choi Yujin (TW)
The Trigger Warning is there for a reason.
Unique execution on writing. This fic might not consider all the moral implications a sexual relationship between siblings might have, but not everything has to be a case study... this more a study of, I guess, let's fuck Yujin no matter the blood coursing through our veins.
I get it, ngl.
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@worldsover: Completeness ft. Mashiro, Yeseo
The Mashiro/Yeseo combo is so thick, it should be banned for being too overpowered - or at least it has to be stripped from the hands of the great Levi because otherwise I have to ask for more, more, MORE of this. Hell, I can barely think about anything but their bodies wtf
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@praeluxius: Red Wine ft. Karina, Natty
Speaking of insane bodies, you are all of course familiar with the meta-defining Karina but have you considered Natty? How about both? At the same time??? Thank you and what in the fuck, Prael, for a very intoxicating threesome.
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@syeollock: Fallen Angel ft. Hyewon
Yo, I know this fic! I'm very glad @syeollock was able to kick of their writing career with this it. I feel honored that I was able to help, but they were the one who came up with the idea and executed it very well. It's a pleasure to still see so much IZ*ONE content.
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@birchleavesdawn: Breakfast in Bed ft. Ireh (Purple Kiss)
Very simple, though it is not simple to get that many notes with a very nugu idol. I gotta give my props, I understand were it is coming from and I'm really craving some Ireh for desserts.
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@tothosewhoyearnforit: Stress Relief ft. Yeji
Relatable. The stress, I mean. I've never been a fan of leather outfits, I just find most others better, but holy fuck, the boots, the slut drop, the overall style... this Yeji was something else.
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Nana Dance Sports, ISAC 2024
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(240412) BLUSH ⥠NANA
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