episode_0007

“It’s warm… .”

My sister’s first impression after touching my cock.

Even though it was covered by a piece of cloth, the sensation of a slender hand holding his cock was very strange.

It’s on a different level from touching it alone.

“And?”

“Ta, it’s hard.”

Am I really a human being to make my older sister do something like this?

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No, actually, my sister wanted it too, so there’s no need to feel so guilty, right?

The big match of the century was happening in my brain.

“… … .”

My older sister’s hand movements become increasingly rough without saying a word.

I just stared at the scene, not even noticing that my breathing was becoming heavier.

“… Sister.”

“Huh? huh… .”

Just before cumming, my hand reflexively went up to my sister’s shoulder.

My older sister was startled and stopped moving her hands.

“Surprise… .”

“Are you that distracted?”

“Well, just… It just so happened.”

People are very curious about things they experience for the first time.

For example, going to a skyscraper such as the 63 Building or Lotte Tower for the first time, or going to the zoo to see strange-looking animals that you have only seen in photos. Or maybe it was my first time shooting live ammunition in the military.

If the information received through the eyes or ears satisfies the brain, the brain sends a signal that it wants to continue until it tastes and feels the information.

That’s why children cry and throw tantrums. Until you play with that toy, your brain continues to send signals to claim ownership.

We were the same too.

The brain keeps sending signals that it wants to move on.

My sister seemed to be itchy and made strange hand shapes.

I was itchy too, so I didn’t let go of my hand on my sister’s shoulder.

“… Sister.”

“Huh?”

As siblings, we touched a taboo that we should not touch, and although no one saw it, we felt condemned by others.

In the awkward silence, I mustered up the courage to open my mouth.

“Me too… Can I touch it?”

“… … I’m not running.”

“… Not that one.”

There are two places of curiosity for women.

One is breasts, the other is genitals and pussy.

From what I’ve said indirectly, it seems like the lower part isn’t mentally ready yet.

Of course, I wasn’t aiming for that either.

“Where… ? Breasts?”

“… … huh. How did you know?”

“You were always looking at me.”

“… … .”

As if to prove that women have good intuition, I noticed where I looked when I usually saw my sister.

No, but I’m wearing a t-shirt that shows my breasts, and my nipples are chafed by my no bra, so how can I resist it?

It is said that men are filled with desire just by looking at them for a moment.

“So?”

“So what… ?”

“Can I touch it?”

“… … .”

I was probably thinking of moving on naturally, but now that I’ve come this far, I can’t back out.

Just like my sister touched my cock, I also really wanted to touch my sister’s breasts.

“Do whatever you want?”

Maybe it’s because I’m embarrassed, but I end up saying this.

A voice that comes from a shy attitude that wants to be touched but is afraid that it will look easy if you ask to be touched openly.

We lived together for several years. I know this much.

“Really touching.”

“… touch it quickly Don’t hesitate… .”

“… … .”

A completely different sensation than when you secretly raised your hand.

As if my heart was pushing my hand away, it created a repulsive force, and it protruded between my fingers and gently wrapped around them.

I swallowed my saliva and succeeded in bending my stiff fingers.

It’s completely different from the old days when I went to an adult store with my friends and touched a breast doll.

It’s softer and more erotic than that.

I focused on my chest to the point where I couldn’t help but moan.

“My breasts are so good… ?”

“… … huh. How about you, sister?”

“Well… It just tickles.”

My sister looks up at me and whispers in a low voice.

Looking at that cute expression, I started touching it here and there.

I kept massaging it, pressing it, and playing with it like a child would with a toy.

“Cheol.”

“Yes.”

This is the nickname my sister uses when she calls me.

In the past, people called me like this a lot.

“I… Can I touch it again?”

“… As much as you want.”

My sister held my cock from underneath with her palm facing upwards and stroked it back and forth.

I touch my sister’s breasts, and she touches my cock.

As we get used to the way we touch each other, it becomes increasingly rough and erotic.

They were so absorbed in the act of touching that they didn’t even notice that each other was breathing heavily.

Even though I’m just touching it, I feel like I know something new.

It makes me a little angry to think that you have such a soft heart and have treated me so defenselessly.

Did I look that easy?

“Can I touch it raw?”

“Raw… ?”

You can’t be satisfied with just clothes.

I feel like I have to touch it directly to be relieved.

I want to feel the soft skin I felt with the back of my hand, now by kneading it with my palm.

“Can I touch it too?”

“As you wish.”

He seemed hesitant to take it off himself, so I took off another layer of my clothes.

A slightly cool breeze blew past my dick, giving me a chill.

“… Now.”

My sister did not take off completely, but rolled up the t-shirt she was wearing so that her breasts were completely visible.

Because I uploaded it all at once without stopping, my heart was pounding and it showed itself.

Nipples that I had only seen as silhouettes under clothes.

Looking at it in person, the hardened protrusions seem to be screaming to be tormented by the tongue, making my mouth water.

“Phew… .”

“Why are you so nervous?”

“Of course I’m nervous. Aren’t you nervous?”

“… I’m nervous.”

My older sister wrapped her hand around my cock, which had lost the center of gravity that the panties had been holding, pointed it upward, and started moving it up and down as if giving me a handjob.

It’s more dangerous than you think.

Before I could cum, I turned my mind elsewhere.

‘It’s really big… .’

The first thing that caught my attention was the overall visual.

‘The sound of nipples becoming erect was a real thing.’

It wasn’t flat like a man’s, but really ridged and pretty.

If you lick it with your tongue, it will return to its original position like an Ottogi doll.

“Is your sister on the big side too?”

“What… ?”

“The chest.”

“… … I often listened to it when I went on a trip with my friends.”

“Then I guess it’s true… .”

When I grab my breasts with both hands and bring them together, I feel a lot of pressure just by looking at them.

What would happen if I put my dick in there?

They say they are actually uncomfortable with each other, but is that really true?

While the cock was raising a lot of questions.

“Cheol, are you… ?!”

“Yes… ?”

Apparently, the Cooper fluid flowed when my sister touched it.

The Cooper fluid goes between my sister’s hand and my dick and rubs, forming a sticky sound.

Crackling.

Due to my inexperienced hand movements, the feeling of ejaculation slowly began to rise.

I understand why men’s hands feel like a goddaughter’s hand, even though it feels much better sensually.

What matters is not how you do it, but who you do it with.

“Sister… I can’t stand it.”

“Yes… ? What?”

“I think it’s cheap.”

“… … Cheap.”

“… !”

As soon as my older sister understood what I meant and told me to cum, my sister’s hand movements became very fast as if she really wanted me to cum.

Accordingly, my hands that were touching my breasts became rougher and faster.

“Tsk!”

“… !”

Then, I accidentally touched the nipple and pressed it.

My sister covered her mouth and made a strange sound.

At the same time, the strength of my sister’s hands relaxed, and the trapped semen headed towards her.

Fortunately, since I had my clothes up, it didn’t get on my clothes, and it flowed down, soaking my stomach.

“Up, lie down, up.”

“Yes… .”

Before the semen flowed onto the bed, we both lay down looking at the ceiling.

When I quietly held out my hand, my sister held my hand.

I can’t believe it’s the hand that touched my dick just a moment ago.

“Did you feel it?”

“It’s not like that… That’s because I was surprised.”

“Aha.”

I wonder if my mother would have woken up from her sleep.

Even though I closed the door, I was still worried that the door would suddenly open.

Because of this, it seemed like they both held their breath for about 30 seconds, and not even a sound of breathing was heard.

Fortunately, there was no sound beyond the door.

“Should I wake up first?”

“Yes. Go first.”

My older sister went out to the living room first, holding her rolled up clothes.

What are you going to do if you leave your stomach and heart bare?

Are you not thinking about getting caught by your mom? .

“Phew… .”

Left alone in the room, class wise man time comes.

What did I do to my sister?

And why did my sister allow it again?

“Mom?”

“I guess he’s still sleeping.”

“Yes.”

The bathroom is also filled with the scent of my sister’s shower.

The limp cock and the semen still pooled at the tip tell us that today’s events are not a dream.

‘ah… I’m tired.’

Not only did I ejaculate late at night, but I was also basking in the warm water, so I felt 3 stacks of fatigue.

Still, I couldn’t not wash, so I washed away the dirt on my body with water with my eyes closed.

I returned to my room feeling refreshed.

… The room was filled with an unpleasant smell unique to men.

“Have you slept yet?”

“If you sleep now, you won’t be able to come in.”

“Since when did you care? .”

Grumbling for no reason, I climbed over my sister and lay down next to her.

Still, my sister smelled good.

“… … You’re not going to talk today, right?”

“I want to ask you a question. Of course I shouldn’t.”

“Sleep well.”

“Yes.”

I closed my eyes, filled with pounding in my heart.

However, I woke up again in the middle of the night because of my sister’s smell that was still in the air.

“Sister.”

As I quietly hug my sister from behind, the smell becomes stronger.

My older sister, who I thought was sleeping, answered right away.

“Yes.”

“I’m not sleeping… ?”

“I can’t sleep today.”

“… … .”

of course. The siblings did something like that.

But my sister did not refuse.

Instead, he grabbed my forearm and said.

“This makes me sleep because it’s warm.

“Really? Thank goodness.”

I felt my sister’s small breath on my forearm.

“Sleep really well.”

“Yes.”

Fortunately, thanks to the sleep talking, they were both apart when I woke up the next day.