episode_0051

Hansol swallowed his saliva as he watched Hayun shaking her hips and captured it on video. And then I blankly took in the sight. I couldn’t take my eyes off the sight of him masturbating with a dildo while desperately calling his name.

Hayun didn’t even know what she was saying, but without thinking, she chanted Hansol’s name and made obscene noises. Every time I shook my waist, the sound of water coming from the vagina that swallowed the dildo and the sound of air escaping could be heard.

The act of longing for pleasure soon turned out to be an intensified body movement, and before she knew it, Hayun began to move her waist faster as if she was about to reach climax. And Hansol stared at it and made it stop.

“Sister, stop now.”

It was nice to be able to film his sister climaxing like this, but he couldn’t hold on any longer, so he threw the smartphone that was recording the scene on the floor.

Hansol, forgetting to save the video, approaches Hayun, and Hayun suddenly asks, “Why?” He gave me a questioning look. And at the same time, there was a look of regret in his eyes.

Hansol, who was watching this, pushed Hayun and made her fall to the floor.

“Ugh?!”

As soon as she fell, the dildo that was in her vagina was pulled out and rolled around on the floor. The muddy floor, and Hayoon’s crotch. Hansol, who saw that, swallowed his saliva and looked down at his older sister as if he was attacking Hayun from above.

“Uh… ?”

Hayun, surprised by Hansol’s sudden reaction, looked up at Hansol in confusion.

“Sister, I don’t think I can bear it. Anything goes?”

Hayun hesitated for a moment at those words. But that hesitation did not last long. Hayun nodded her head slightly and answered the question in the affirmative. Now you’re finally allowing yourself to lean on yourself. Thinking about that, I smiled.

And Hansol, who heard the answer, laughed, unzipped his pants and pulled out his penis. The penis, already sufficiently heated and enlarged, appeared, and Hayun swallowed her saliva when she saw it.

I couldn’t take my eyes off it because it seemed to give off an overwhelming feeling that was different from silicone, which didn’t feel any warmth or hardness. And the real thing and the imitation are different after all. Thinking like that, Hayun swallowed her saliva nervously.

Hayun’s vagina was already wet enough that there was no need for any warm-up exercises. A dildo similar in size to Hansol’s penis had already been moved back and forth, but there was no need for foreplay.

Therefore, as soon as Hansol took out his penis, he easily pushed it up to the glans through the crack. Hayun then moaned and looked at the joint between her and Hansol.

And at the same time, I wanted to tell a story. It was a random story, but I wanted to hear words that would help me understand myself, and I wanted to hear words that would help me get out of this situation.

Therefore, I frowned a little at the feeling of my genitals pushing in before opening my mouth.

“… Hansol. After all, if it’s hard, is it better not to go to school?”

Hansol sighed as Hayun tried to repeat the answer she had asked several times and had received over and over again. I feel like Hayoon, who makes me say the same thing over and over again, knows how anxious my sister is right now.

If you touch it with a tap, it might collapse right away. I was worried. But isn’t that what humans are like? Isn’t it true that humans have weaknesses, and that if those weaknesses are touched, depending on the severity of the situation, they will collapse and become unable to rise up?

Hansol remembered that and gave the same answer to Hayun, who asked the same question again.

“Wouldn’t it be okay to just go out for a day and think about it later? There are many kids who go to school even though they don’t have friends.”

“That’s true, but.”

Hansol continued his conversation by deliberately comparing himself to people who do not have friends. Of course, Hayoon’s situation was a little different now. An invisible person, a loner, whom others do not care about. I was not that type of person, but I guessed that I was in a situation where I might be criticized and cursed.

Hansol could only infer what he heard from his older sister, and the answer could only be vague.

Hayoon looks uncertain at those words, wondering if that’s true. I closed my mouth in doubt. When there was a moment of silence, Hansol, who had been still, moved his waist instead of breaking the silence.

As the penis dug deep into the vagina came out and entered repeatedly, the vagina, which was already sufficiently wet, was covered with a lot of sticky liquid.

Hayun’s sweet moans flowed out.

Hayun needed a place to rely on. Rather than meeting and relying on another man, I felt more comfortable relying on someone I already relied on. A body that craves pleasure. But inside, there was a heart that needed a place to rely on, heard softly.

I needed something to fill my empty heart, and I wanted someone I could lean on. That’s why Hayun tried to listen to Hansol. If you listen to Hansol and do what he wants, at least you won’t be hated. That’s what I thought.

And the result was this.

“Hmph. Haha.”

Hayun, who was letting out sweet moans, was satisfied. I wasn’t abandoned and I wasn’t lonely. Leaning in wasn’t just for the sake of seeking pleasure. He could feel that Hansol cared about him that much, and he could also feel that he was still acting for him.

Did you say that sex is also a type of communication? Even without words, I could feel the other person through their actions. If it’s too extreme, you’ll feel bad, or you’ll have a built-up desire for something. I was able to infer that fact, and if the expression was distorted, it meant that the person needed a place to vent or was annoyed by something. I was able to infer that fact.

We moved to get to know each other that way. Hayun stared at Hansol’s expression, and felt with her whole body the large penis that was trying to lust after her. Sometimes I focused my consciousness, and sometimes I closed my eyes and tried to just feel the sensations.

“Hansol… ”

Hayun hugged Hansol, who was leaning his upper body. They were so close that their chests were touching, and the hot body temperature could be felt through the thin fabric.

After hugging Hansol, Hayun called Hansol’s name quietly, as if in a whisper. When Hansol heard his name being called with the wind in his ears, goosebumps appeared on his skin.

Then, he shook his hips even more violently as if he was going to answer that question. Deep. Deep. The sound of a violent violation was heard. Nevertheless, Hayun, who moaned more intensely without a single sound of pain, cried out as if she felt good.

“More, more… ! Sigh. Black.”

Hayun’s voice, breaking due to her violent movements, filled the living room. And at the same time, Hansol, who felt a sense of ejaculation, pressed his body against Hayun’s body and shook his waist even faster.

“I think I’ll go.”

As Hansol spoke out of breath, Hayun said, ‘I think I’ll go too. ‘It’s okay,’ he replied. With mutual consent, the two reached the peak timing and shook their hips even more vigorously before reaching the climax.

“Go, let’s go?!”

When I released the feeling of ejaculation that I had been holding in, semen flowed out along with the pleasure. The penis throbbed and spewed out semen, and the semen penetrated Hayun’s vagina without any protection and flowed with great force to fill the uterus.

Hayun, who did not realize that she ejaculated without a condom, just arched her back and reached climax with the pleasure that seemed to rush from the vagina up her spine and invade her brain.

Hayun, who had already been going little by little, felt as if her brain was melting, and her body trembled and spurted out tide. Suddenly, liquid was being sprayed on Hansol’s lower body, and Hansol was breaking into a cold sweat as he looked at it.

I didn’t know that forcing Hayun, who was on the verge of climax through masturbation, to stop and rape her would have such good results.

“Ugh. haha. Ugh.”

Hayun flopped down like that and lay down helplessly on the floor. Her waist, which had been bent like a bow, was straightened, but even so, the lingering feeling of pleasure seemed to have not gone away, and she was letting out a strange moan along with her heavy breathing.

“What is this? My stomach is not a bathroom… ”

Hansol pulled out the penis that was spitting out semen inside Hayun and looked at his lower abdomen. I went to the bathroom to wipe my lower body, which was soaked with the tide that Hayun had released, and after wiping it roughly with a towel, I threw my sweat-soaked top and bottoms, which were soaked with the tide, into the laundry basket and sighed.

After turning on the shower and leaning against the bathroom wall, Hansol groaned and thought of his older sister lying in the living room, struggling for breath, and his shoulders slumped.

Should I take a break and wash my body? So, he went into the bathroom, waited for the water to warm up and bruised himself for a while. Past events flashed through Hansol’s mind like lightning, and the memories became clear.

*

Whatever I did was up to me. A lot of money I received from a young age. Other friends said it was an enviable situation, but I knew my situation was less than a blessing.

I tried to move on because all my friends were jealous of my situation where I didn’t have to listen to my parents’ nagging, I could come home late because no one was home, I had a nice house, and I had a lot of money.

However, thoughts can always change, and that situation came to me without exception.

Not having my parents at home made me feel more lonely than anything else. Although my relationship with my older sister was good, we didn’t talk that often and the house was quiet. There were times when I felt like I didn’t want to go home. But where and what can I do as a middle school student for a long time?

When I entered the house, a cold loneliness seemed to surround me. I ate roughly, cleaned up roughly, did my homework roughly, and roughly fell asleep, repeating the day.

At first, my shoulders rose when my friends said they were jealous, and I wanted to brag, so I shrugged my shoulders and told my story. But that didn’t last long. Because I was the first to shut up.

The fact that I didn’t get scolded when I got home late because my parents weren’t around was no longer something I was proud of. The large amount of money my parents gave me just because I wasn’t home wasn’t something I was proud of. My friends talked about their daily lives with their parents, who they envied more than anything else.

There were no major incidents. However, the daily stories that permeated me seemed to gradually let me know that I was in a cold place. My situation was recognized at a young age. I thought it was a bit extremely harsh, but I couldn’t say anything about the fact that the person who would accept the childish behavior of a first-year middle school student was the older sister of a second-year middle school student who was only one year older.

In this situation where I couldn’t even act foolishly, I was becoming more and more devastated. Looking back now, I wonder if all the actions I took to get attention back then were a lack of affection.

One night, when I was trembling with loneliness. Rarely, my older sister spoke first. My older sister, who seemed to have heard something from a conversation with a friend, blushed and spoke to me cautiously, as if she were embarrassed.

“… … Hey, you know it’s dirty?”

Those words brought something to my lonely life. And I fell for those words, looked at my sister’s body, and started acting.

Looking at it now, I knew that it was an immature behavior of my younger sister and younger brother. However, since there were no parents at home, there was no one to tell whether it was right or wrong, and there was no watchdog to suppress it.

As a result, the act of seeking pleasure without self-control could reach the point of causing symptoms of addiction. In order to covet each other’s pleasure, they put their bodies against each other and mixed each other without any priority.

Other children boasted that they had already kissed or held hands while dating their girlfriends, or that they stopped by someone’s house once a month and had sex.

But even after hearing that, I just snorted without saying anything. It was a mixture of a feeling of superiority that I already did it every day, and a feeling of shame that I couldn’t say anything because the other person was my older sister.

I knew I couldn’t tell anyone, and I knew it was a relationship, but once I tasted that pleasure, I couldn’t stop. Even if it is my older sister who tells me to quit.