episode_0052

A relationship that started out of curiosity soon became a relationship that pursued pleasure. Who would be interested in a sister in and of herself? I was just an older sister who wasn’t interested no matter what I wore at home.

In the meantime, it must be okay because my sister started first. Since it is a relationship formed by mutual agreement, there will be no problems. While thinking about that, I tried to erase the thought. Because I liked it anyway.

The subtle sensation that was awkward at first had now become a refreshing pleasure, so there was no reason to turn it down. And now that I have accepted it easily, it seems like my sister has also become comfortable with it.

From the moment their parents went on business trips and were often away from home, the awkward moments between siblings began to secretly bond again. In complete contrast to their lives where they both stayed in their own rooms and had no intention of coming out, now one of them would spend the day in the other’s room.

Either I’m in my sister’s room, or she’s in mine.

We shuffled around, chatted because we were bored with just that, and looked at their faces closely. At first, I was like, ‘Noona, what’s there to see? It was a look that refused. But I guess it’s not a bad idea to look at your sister objectively at some point, don’t you think? had changed to

So we talked again. When I thought about it, our thoughts weren’t that different, and there were some things in common. Only then did I know. I didn’t even think about getting to know my sister. And at the same time, I tried to distance myself from my sister due to trivial prejudice.

There was no need to try to fix it anyway. Because I already had a sister in my life.

By the time a year had passed, the relationship that had only pursued pleasure had already deteriorated a bit. After seeing my older sister, I couldn’t stop looking at other women. Everything was substandard.

I wasn’t the type of person to judge others, but since my sister was within reach, I couldn’t help but compare myself to her. Before I knew it, my feelings of seeking pleasure had transformed into feelings for my older sister, and I was able to accept it without any sign of hesitation.

When I was in my second year of middle school and my older sister was in her third year, I was in love with my older sister. But I didn’t say it. It was obvious that my sister would be shocked and push me away if I told her that I had made up my mind and was prepared alone. To be honest, I was afraid because I didn’t know what would happen to this relationship if I got dumped.

So I couldn’t say anything and spent my time building a relationship with my sister. At first, the relationship was only for pleasure, so I only focused on committing the crime. How should I shake my waist to make my sister more happy, and at what tempo should I fuck her to make her moan more? do.

However, after becoming involved in a relationship that sought love rather than pleasure, I focused more on foreplay rather than sexual assault. They touched her whole body, coveted her lips, and hugged him with her hands wrapped around here and there.

Naturally, the foreplay time became longer, and the time available for conversation also became longer. He looked a lot different from before, when he just cried and didn’t have a chance to talk because he was out of breath.

That’s how I faced my feelings of liking my sister and tried to accept it. And the day my older sister entered high school. My dreams were on the verge of collapse.

“Let’s stop this now.”

At my sister’s shocked declaration, I was momentarily stunned and looked at her. I almost threw a tantrum due to my young mind, but what came out of my mouth was not a tantrum out of a pure heart, but a rebuttal that came out of various calculations and guesses.

“… … My sister started first, but you just gave up and left?”

It was a clever remark on my part, as I realized that no matter what, my sister wouldn’t cut me off by saying, ‘No.’ And just like that, my older sister was confused.

“But, considering I started out of curiosity, I should have lasted for 2 years, right? Because we are siblings… ”

Perhaps my sister thought deeply about our relationship, but she was afraid of the shortcomings of this relationship and the disadvantages she would face in her future social life.

My sister was sensitive. Why do you care about what other people think in the first place? What do they say to us that is insulting to our relationship?

But those words never came out. What I said in that situation wasn’t even pretending to be logical, it was just putting my sister down.

It’s because my sister’s judgment is clouded. My sister must be looking at it wrong. Who did you hear that from? Words like that made my sister think again and at the same time gave her a sense of responsibility.

“More than that, my older sister started it. Why do you take it out arbitrarily?”

“You, you had enough fun!”

My sister was scared and tried to get away from me. It felt like I was suddenly claiming that everything was my responsibility, and thinking that way made me realize that I was coming out too strong.

Still, I couldn’t miss my sister like that. This situation was dangerous. It was clear that there would be no return to the old brother-sister relationship here. Because it was obvious that our relationship would become cold, with no further conversation to cover up this past.

no. Because I love my sister more than anyone else.

That earnestness somehow touched somewhere, and something inside me appeared in the form of words.

“… … What do you enjoy? If I matched my sister’s rhythm, wouldn’t it be reasonable for her to also match my rhythm?”

“No, we had fun together, but is that how you say it?”

My sister retorted by pointing a finger at me. There were no adults in this house. There were only two children. At least that was the case. Because they were swearing at each other, saying they were only pushing their own thoughts.

“Hmph. It must be like that because I’ve been meeting strange friends lately.”

“Don’t say that.”

When I turned my head and declared, my older sister glared at me, gritting her teeth.

However, no matter how I felt at that time, I was not at all discouraged and just spat out words to my sister.

“What do you say? Are they really really good friends who taught my older sister, who knew nothing about something strange, and made her have this kind of relationship with my younger brother?”

“No, I… ”

The first ones I touched were my sister’s friends. My older sister got the same color because of her friends. I was trying to say something like that, but my sister was saying that although she had heard about sex and masturbation, telling me about it was a separate issue.

My sister, who was about to say something, closed her mouth again.

I broke through the silence and spoke loudly again. It was a childish action. If the opponent looks a little intimidated, trying to win somehow, raise your voice and loudly criticize the opponent’s wounds or weaknesses.

“So your sister approached me with that intention from the beginning? Can’t I do that?”

My sister started it, so I will finish it. I continued speaking with this thought in mind. Then my sister tried to get annoyed, as if she couldn’t do that.

I could tell just by looking at the distorted eyebrows.

“Uh, no.”

“Why are you doing that!”

“What would you do if your friend found out that we were in this kind of relationship? You know that it’s a relationship you can’t be proud of even to your parents!”

As my voice got louder, my sister’s voice naturally also got louder. Sharp words were used to attack each other, targeting each other’s weaknesses and loopholes.

And the words aimed were always sharp, trying to tear the other person’s heart.

“What’s wrong with that? Is there anyone else at home besides us? I don’t understand my sister. After all you’ve done so far, you suddenly decided to quit on your own. Is that really the reason, my friend?”

“Okay. Friend, why can’t I do that? Don’t waste your time!”

Those harsh words and raised voices inflamed the atmosphere. And in that heated atmosphere, my sister couldn’t hold back her irritation and pushed me away with her hand. Then my body fell to the floor with a crash.

No matter how annoyed I was, I never expected to be pushed, so my body was easily pushed away, and I looked up at my sister in confusion, raising my embarrassed eyes.

My older sister was looking at me in a bit of confusion, probably not expecting me to fall like this.

“No, I’m sorry.”

My older sister apologized, saying she didn’t mean to do something like this, but I was still irritated that my older sister had tried to end the relationship on her own, so I let the apology slip past my ear and showed my teeth.

“Aren’t you crazy?”

I was curious about what my sister was worried about and what she was thinking, but it wasn’t important in this situation. That’s why I coldly let the words go.

Unable to control my anger, I stood up with my trembling arms on the ground and glared at my sister and growled.

Then, perhaps because she was a little frightened by the scary appearance, my sister hesitated and took a step back. I walked forward, leaving my older sister like that, and glared at her while maintaining a certain distance.

A completely different look from the irritated, glaring gaze. My sister seemed to be overwhelmed by those eyes and just moaned. In the meantime, I screamed, blaming my sister.

“Is it my fault that I started listening to my sister’s friends first?!”

My cowardly thoughts, not knowing that I would soon lose if I discussed my reasons for quitting, immediately muddied the point. If it’s unfavorable, don’t talk about it and avoid it. In places where it is advantageous, it drags on and does not let go.

I didn’t say anything about why it had to end. It just went into a discussion about who started first and who was right or wrong.

“No, that’s… ”

“ Either my sister’s friends were jokingly copying what she said, or she was at fault.”

Even as I watched my sister unable to speak, my mouth did not stop. So it wasn’t my fault, it was my sister’s fault, or it was my sister’s friends’ fault. It became a matter of questioning that.

However, now that it is difficult to judge whether it was right or wrong, it is only unclear whose words led to the action. Will anyone remember what happened two years ago so that they can judge each and every one of them? That couldn’t have happened.

As a result, my older sister, who was suffering with her eyebrows narrowed like that, could only nod, hold her head, and moan.

At first, my sister was resistant to my harsh words and me forcing her to take responsibility, but perhaps because she gradually got caught up in my pace, she began to seriously think about what I said.

Is it my fault? Or is it your friend’s fault? That worry was bothering my sister, and her expression became more and more distorted. And I said one more thing, as if pouring oil on the situation.

“Did you go ask your sister’s friend?”

“That’s not possible!”

I knew it was a strange thing to say. I suddenly brought up something from two years ago, and my sex life is like this, but you didn’t do that. I knew that even if I asked, it would only get me into trouble.

Naturally, my sister shook her head at my words in a horrified voice.

“Then what are you going to do?”

At the point when my older sister, who couldn’t control her anger, pushed me, she gave me a helpless look and crawled into Eul’s seat on her own.

I grabbed that position and instead of letting go, I shook her even harder.

My sister’s resistance, which was initially repulsive, has now softened, and my words have become more aggressive. If my sister hadn’t asked me to quit in the first place, I wouldn’t have come this far.

When I thought about that, I burst out laughing out loud.

I stared at my sister, my boiling insides covered, as she chewed her lip and tried to figure out how to get out of this situation. Then I held out my finger.

“Like my sister said, I have no intention of quitting right away.”

He said in a cold voice that there was no compromise. I had no intention of compromising on this.

“… … .”

My sister didn’t seem to have any intention of backing down, but she kept her mouth shut and looked at me, as if she wanted to listen to me more.

“But that doesn’t mean I’m asking you to do it unconditionally. If you set a date, wouldn’t your sister be able to understand a little more? Rather than suddenly just organizing things on your own and calling it quits, wouldn’t it be better to sort things out with the thought that it could end for both of you?”

After pushing my sister as much as I could, the last thing I suggested was gentle words. I thought it would have been better if it had been like this from the beginning, but for some reason, I felt that if I didn’t do it this way, I wouldn’t be able to gain the upper hand.

This relationship was not maintained by love alone from the beginning.

After that thought, I naturally, without even realizing it, tried to gain the upper hand. I needed a relationship where my sister couldn’t unilaterally reject me.

I wanted that kind of relationship so badly. Because I loved my sister.