episode_0033

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I thought I ate it. After that, I couldn’t think of anything, all I could remember was shaking my body like crazy. The soaking wet floor and the sweat flowing down his hot body were proof of this. As I lifted my heavy body and sighed, I saw my older sister sleeping next to me. I woke up in the morning and moved vigorously, so I thought it was a natural result. Grabbing my pounding head, I looked at the wall clock in the living room and saw that it was 2 PM.

I thought I slept for about two hours, but assuming that, I probably slept for about four hours. It was a refreshing yet slightly difficult lunch. I took a deep breath and stood up. The clothes that were thrown off during the act were strewn on the floor, and my sister and I seemed to be stretched out naked. I have another lecture starting tomorrow, so I thought, what if my sleep pattern is ruined like this? I sighed, thinking that the patterns of a person whose head is dominated by sexual desire cannot be good.

Should I take a shower? I turned my head for a moment, and the image of my older sister sleeping peacefully on the sofa caught my eye again. The naked body of my sister, who boasted milky skin, was clearly exposed. My sister’s breasts and private parts, exposed without any modification, caught my eye, and when I shifted my gaze, I saw my sister’s face sleeping without knowing anything. Seeing as my sister’s hair was sticky due to the semen, it seemed like she needed to take a shower when she woke up too. Rather, the fishy smell made the house not smell that good.

I thought it would be best to take a shower first, wake my sister up to have her wash, and then clean up, so I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. While I was waiting for the warm water to come out, I heard my sister’s voice outside the bathroom door. I don’t think I woke up because of the sound of water, but maybe it just happened?

“Hansol, are you awake?”

Hearing the voice of my sister who seemed to have just woken up, I smiled bitterly and opened the bathroom door. My older sister was there, mumbling, looking as if she wanted to wash up quickly. My hair was a mess, my body smelled of sweat, and my crotch had a sticky texture and a fishy smell, so I wanted to wash it quickly.

I looked my sister up and down for a moment, and then out of consideration, I let her into the bathroom.

“Do you want to just shower together?”

My older sister looked like she wanted to wash up quickly, so I let her in, and she willingly came in, as if that was what she wanted. Before we knew it, we were together in the bathroom and remained silent. All I could hear was the sound of water from the shower hitting the floor violently, but no one said anything. I was glancing at the hair of my sister who was standing blankly in front of me. I noticed my sister’s short stature, slender body, and slender limbs, and I glanced at my sister’s black hair that reached down to her waist.

I swallowed my saliva and placed my hand on my older sister’s shoulder, and she trembled in surprise. But I guess I soon got used to it, and my shoulders, which had put a lot of effort into it, became sluggish again. I held the shower head with warm water running with my left hand, and touched my sister’s body with my right hand. The water pouring forcefully wet my sister’s body, and I touched my sister’s body from her chest to her private parts with my right hand. Even though my sister was facing away from me, her expression was reflected in the mirror.

My older sister was biting her lower lip and trying not to say anything, as if she was aware of the existence of the mirror. Even from behind, my sister’s ears were red, and she didn’t seem to dislike me. I asked my sister as I slowly washed her body. It was just a story about school life.

“Sister, is there a guy who asks you to do things these days?”

It was a simple yet complex question. My sister said something like this before and I lost my temper, so I knew it was a question she would hesitate to answer. But my sister’s answer was beyond my thoughts.

“… There’s nothing to worry about.”

My sister, who was silent for a long time, answered quietly. It was a bit of a shock because I never dreamed that my older sister, who had entrusted herself to me like that and never rejected me, would abandon me like this. In the first place, if it was there, you could just say it was there, and if not, you could honestly say it wasn’t there, but I felt a little offended that they were trying to hide it so blatantly. In any case, this reaction was common in most cases.

I turned on the shower and slowly wetted my sister’s hair, starting from the ends. My sister entrusted herself to me, but after hearing my question, she wriggled around to see if she was feeling uneasy. I rolled my eyes and watched it in the mirror.

“Who is it?”

“… Aren’t you asking too much?”

I asked a question thinking my sister would give me an answer, but what I got back was a cold answer. My older sister kept her eyes tightly closed and maintained an attitude of not answering any more. It was as if he had no intention of saying anything. I let out a silent sigh that my sister couldn’t hear. I didn’t do anything to show my emotions in my actions. I relaxed my hand and slowly and naturally brushed my sister’s hair. I loosened the hardened semen with warm water and washed my hair.

At the same time, I thought. Why does my sister react this way? First, there was the fact that it might have been because of my previous reaction. If it happens again, you might think it’s a bit annoying and avoid it. But that’s just what I hoped for, I wasn’t sure. Secondly, there was a possibility that my older sister was also someone I could relax with to some extent. If that were the case, I was at a loss as to how to react.

My older sister promised me 3 years, but I never dreamed that it would already be this dangerous. My cold fingertips moved calmly, but my heart could not remain calm. How can I take the initiative? That was the only thought that remained in my head.

My sister is smarter than me. So strange, nonsensical logic doesn’t work. If I were to speak, I needed a level of logic that my sister could accept. If you think about it, most of these things mean when you are lost in thought while your head is cool and you are maintaining your composure. In a state of heightened emotions, you either ignore such things and ignore them, or get caught up somewhere else and feel strange. There were many cases where I didn’t notice.

Have you ever said that there is a difference between women and men in their ability to empathize? If you use it and it works, it doesn’t seem like there will be anything difficult. The most important thing was to be bold, yet secretly climb on top of my sister without her knowing.

“Sister.”

I took a breath. Will it work? The anxiety seemed to pass by in a split second. Now, I could have glossed it over with other words. But for some reason, my heartbeat urged me on, as if my emotions were telling me not to stop. If it doesn’t work out properly, my relationship with my sister may become somewhat strained. However, if I succeed, the initiative with my sister will be transferred to me.

My older sister had her own private life and secrets. I wanted to know my sister in a place I didn’t know, so I wanted to reveal that too. I wanted to know what private life my sister was hiding, a secret that only my sister knew, that only a few people close to her knew, and that I did not know. To do that, initiative was needed.

“Sister… ”

I tried to speak but took a deep breath again. I suddenly realized that I was about to make a strong remark, so I chose to speak again. If you say too strong words here, there is a high possibility that it will result in an emotionally draining fight. Is there something I can say in a subtle way without hurting my sister’s feelings? I started thinking.

I immediately felt blood rushing to my head. Maybe it was because I was thinking too much, but my body felt hot. Of course, warm water also seems to play a role.

When I stopped talking, my sister opened her eyes, as if she was fascinated, and turned her head to look at me.

“Am I?”

As I kept my mouth shut, my sister spoke as if urging me on. I continued speaking while stroking my sister’s hair. He had a voice and expression that seemed to worry about his sister, and spoke as if he was doing it for her. It may be a strange feeling, but it is too risky to doubt it.

“Sister, are you sensitive these days?”

It was consideration and concern. Among many emotions, it is considered one of the kindest emotions. used it In that case, it was clear that my sister would not be able to respond to my voice carelessly. If you doubt the person who cares for you in the first place, and the moment they say something, if that person was sincere, then the one who made the mistake is the one who made the loudest noise. And, at the same time, I presented the basis for saying this to my sister. I appealed that I wasn’t just making things up for nothing, but that I was really worried.

Despite the brief silence, the sound of water coming out of the shower was still heard. Meanwhile, I read my sister’s facial expressions, observed her body language, and tried to predict her thoughts.

“These past few days, I feel like my sister is going crazy.”

I was worried about my sister not answering what I said and being reprimanded for asking too much. It was a remark made with the nuance of telling my sister to change her attitude. The older sister who gave that answer is sensitive. So my current sister is sensitive. I thought that way, and treated that way. Even if my sister wasn’t like that, I still treated her that way.

Only a soggy feeling remained inside me. However, the emotions revealed on the surface were clear concern, consideration, and interest. There was no way it could be easily dismissed, and there was no way it could be easily suspected.

“Do you know that you became more sensitive after your parents came?”

As I told the story, which seemed plausible, but wasn’t, an unknown expression appeared on my sister’s face. After a long period of silence, the voice that escaped my sister’s lips was neither protest nor complaint. There was just hesitation, a voice that seemed to be asking me for confirmation.

“… Really?”

I wasn’t sure, but it was an expression that made me unable to escape the question, ‘Is this really true?’ I wanted my sister to leave all choices to me. I had no intention of giving you that option, such as hiding a secret from me. I am right, but my sister is wrong. If I just tell her those things, won’t her reason become shaken someday?

It has nothing to do with whether your brain is good or bad. The only difference is whether you are into it or not. Even if my sister found out, unless I was trying to completely ruin our relationship, she was already caught up in my pace. So from now on, I wanted to slowly control my sister’s thoughts, cloud her judgment, and make sure that she could only act after receiving my confidence. I wanted to own my sister like that. There’s no way I could see my sister falling into someone else’s hands three years later.

Our relationship, which cannot be revealed socially, was crying out for an end, but I wanted to close my eyes and pretend not to notice. I wanted to live in the same house with my older sister.

I don’t know if my sister really wanted that, but it wasn’t really necessary. The only important thing is whether I want to do it. Thinking like that, I gently placed my hand on my sister’s head and said in a whisper. My sister’s subjectivity and subjectivity were just a means to distance herself from me, so I decided to destroy them.

“Uh. Sister, I feel like I’ve become really sensitive this weekend. Think about it, you kept making excuses for your parents during the weekend. Even though it’s not a big deal, you take it seriously, and you’re easily surprised by small things.”

We looked into each other’s eyes through the mirror. And he spoke kind words in a kind voice. There was no way you could sense the dark intentions in my worried tone. My sister will not be able to break away from my words without her knowing. I wish my sister could be mine like this. Anyway, there’s no way anyone would accept an older sister who was intertwined with her younger brother for such a long time. In the worst case scenario, I caressed my sister’s body with my hands, thinking about the possibility that the two of us would be destroyed socially.

I don’t give it to anyone.