episode_0207

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Anyone can get excited.

After all, excitement isn’t an emotion that stems from just one thing—it’s highly accessible.

There’s the most common type of excitement, where anger leads to throwing punches.

Or the kind where you’re so worked up over an unfair accusation that you frantically defend yourself.

And of course, there’s sexual arousal, which usually leads to something lewd.

There are plenty of other examples, too.

Since excitement is something anyone, regardless of age or gender, can experience at any time, almost everyone knows what it feels like when the filter in your brain short-circuits a little.

That’s why it’s common to look back on past moments of excitement and think, Ah, fuck, why did I do that?—regretting actions you didn’t even realize you were committing in the heat of the moment, only for things to turn out poorly later.

“Just wash separately. Why drag me along?”

“I’ll wash you, so let’s go together. Unnie isn’t saying anything either.”

“…”

“…It’s just that three people in there would be too cramped. There’s no bathtub anyway.”

“Wouldn’t being cramped make it better? Are you stupid?”

“…”

Blegh, ptooey.

The thick, lingering taste of cum that had practically splattered inside her mouth.

The sensation of her younger sister’s soft tongue vividly remaining on her own.

Lee Hayoon, who had—

‘Crazy… crazy… fucking… crazy….’

—far from feeling any sense of superiority by flaunting her relationship with her boyfriend in front of her sister, had only belatedly realized that she’d ended up doing something weird with her instead.

She was now replaying in her head what had happened on the bed just three minutes ago.

‘It really touched… ……Ugh….’

To be precise,

it wasn’t so much regret

as it was sheer bewilderment.

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…Up until the point where I used Jiyoon as a mat while having sex, nothing felt off.

Jiyoon, pinned beneath me, was clearly uncomfortable,

and I…, …was so turned on I kept coming,

plus Woojin loved it too.

Not that I could read his mind,

but his cock, pounding deep enough to hit the back of my womb—

I could still clearly feel how much thicker it was than usual.

But the problem came after that.

While Woojin was thrusting into me like he was about to cum any second,

Jiyoon, still under me, started saying something weird…

That embarrassing question, tumbling out of nowhere—Who feels better, me or her?

How did it even end up with Woojin mentioning a blowjob?

…Then the two of us licking different sections to avoid our tongues touching,

only to end up swallowing each other’s spit out of pride…

Blegh, ptooey, ptooey.

And then, with our tongues pressed together, that milky-white cum…

“…”

…Gag. Ugh.

Why did I do that? Lee Hayoon, you idiot!!

This is all because I got way more excited than I expected.

At first, I was fine with just Jiyoon and I licking his dick together—that much was something Woojin would like, so I could tolerate it.

But she kept provoking me…!

And Woojin, without hesitation, started sucking his own cock, drenched in my spit, like it was nothing…!

Instead of just watching Jiyoon give him a blowjob,

I felt like I had to do something…

And before I knew it…

“Unnie?”

“…Huh?”

“Hurry up and come in so we can close the… …Pfft.”

“W-Why are you laughing…?”

“Nothing… Your face is just really red.”

“…”

That mischievous smile of Jiyoon’s—one I’d been seeing a lot lately.

Avoiding that awkward yet familiar, strange gaze, I brushed my cheek with the back of my hand and felt the heat radiating off it.

…I’m so embarrassed about what we just did—half-kissing while swallowing cum—I could die, so how is she acting so normal?

Did you plan for our tongues to touch just to cater to Woojin’s tastes?

You, the same girl who usually gags at the thought of sharing a spoon from the same pot as me?

“Stop standing there and get in. Unless you want me and Woojin to wash alone? For three, four hours?”

“…Lee Jiyoon. If that’s your plan, move. Let me be with him instead.”

“Hey, you—…! You’re the one trying to sneak off with him behind my back, you idiot!”

“That’s why I’m telling you to move. I’m not even your real boyfriend.”

“Yesterday, you came inside me right in front of Unnie, so…, …Ow!”

Just as I was lost in dizzying thoughts—How is she so unfazed even after our tongues touched?—Tok. The same flicking sound I’d heard before rang out.

At the same time, I caught sight of Jiyoon’s ear, turned toward me as she stared at Woojin.

…Her cheek was only slightly flushed, but her ear was burning red, like she was dying of embarrassment.

So. She was just pretending to be fine.

Well, of course. Even for her, swallowing cum while her tongue touched her own sister’s must be mortifying.

She’s only acting normal because I’m visibly more flustered.

With that realization, my cheeks burned again as I stepped into the bathroom.

“…”

In a way, it’s…

Maybe because I noticed how embarrassed Jiyoon actually is?

Now that I’m calmer than I was on the bed, replaying what just happened…

…Ah, absolutely.

Absolutely.

The fact that our tongues touched feeling good—

does not mean anything.

“Wait. Move so I can turn the water on. The hot water doesn’t come out right away in our house. Hup… There.”

“I’ll do it. …Stop rubbing your chest against me on purpose and just hold the showerhead still.”

“…”

I thought I’d gag just from tasting Jiyoon’s spit, let alone our tongues touching,

but in the heat of the moment…

Even if it was gross,

it wasn’t gag-inducing gross.

Like, actual tongue-mixing kisses with Jiyoon are out of the question,

but licking his dick together for Woojin’s sake…

…is only slightly more embarrassing.

I think I can handle it.

And Woojin,

judging by the amount of cum,

the number of times he came, the intervals,

and how thick it still was even at the end—

he might enjoy sex with just me,

but…

he really seems to love seeing the two of us sisters tangled up like that.

Along with the memory of our tongues touching—something I wish I could forget—

shameful thoughts I never would’ve had yesterday now race through my head.

“…”

What if…

just for today,

I take a step back and go along with Jiyoon’s antics…?

Disgusting.

Humiliating.

Degrading thoughts.

To put it into terms that come to mind immediately—it’s like swallowing your pride and searching “event Santa outfit for women” online just because Christmas is coming.

It’s not like I want to do it,

and if I had to choose between Yes or No, I’d lean hard toward No.

…But he’d like it if I did this sometimes.

So I fold my pride, click Buy, and wait for Christmas Eve—that kind of feeling.

That’s why my mind is so restless right now.

I love the idea of being ravaged in front of Jiyoon, relishing my superiority,

but letting Woojin have his way—doing that embarrassing stuff with Jiyoon… and getting wrecked all night—

doesn’t feel as repulsive as it did when Jiyoon first suggested it yesterday.

Just for today.

No.

Just until the sun rises tomorrow, half a day at most…

“…Nii?”

“…”

“Unnie?”

“…Huh?”

“First you were spacing out outside the door, now you’re just staring blankly at my hair. Why?”

“I-If you stay still, my eyes just… land there…”

“Wha… Anyway, do you want to wash first?”

“…? Me? Why?”

“Respect for elders? Whatever, wouldn’t you prefer going first?”

“I mean, sure… but then you two would be alone in here…”

“…”

“…Hey, you—…”

And judging by how Jiyoon’s acting,

even after the promised two weeks are over,

she’ll probably pretend to cleanly break up in front of me,

then secretly blow up Woojin’s phone behind my back.

Unnie wouldn’t let you go bareback, right?—teasing him like that…

And once Woojin gives in, she’ll do everything with him behind my back…

If that’s how it’s gonna be,

then until Jiyoon finds interest in another guy,

keeping her where I can see her…

might be better.

…Seriously.

“We’ll wash together, and leave together. …Stop scheming to do naughty stuff with Woojin the second I’m gone.”

“…! Hup— Eek…!”

Declaring firmly that I wouldn’t leave them alone, I snatched the showerhead from Jiyoon, sprayed her, and wedged myself between them.

Our mouths, dirtied from swallowing so much cum together.

And Jiyoon’s still-dripping pussy, drenched in her own arousal—I sprayed water over it all,

…then rinsed my own mouth,

washing away the lingering taste of cum stuck in my throat,

and the memory of Jiyoon’s tongue.

Finally, I aimed the showerhead at Woojin beside me.

“…”

“…”

…His body, sweaty from how vigorously he’d moved.

His lower stomach, which had been slapping against my ass just moments ago as he thrusted to the hilt.

And his cock—

though it had softened slightly,

still closer to being hard than not,

smeared with mine and Jiyoon’s spit—

Splash—

I rinsed it clean.

“…You worked hard. …Woojin.”

“…No, I didn’t do anything worth calling ‘work’…”

…Water alone wouldn’t clean it properly.

Jiyoon, her bangs dripping, swept them aside and watched us from right beside me.

I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, forming a ring,

and stroked.

Slowly.

Much slower than when I give him handjobs.

Slower than how Jiyoon had stroked him while I sucked his tip earlier.

With deliberate slowness, as if to say, This isn’t anything lewd.

“Was it… tough… with both of us?”

“…I’m fine.”

“No. In porn… most guys seem exhausted after one or two rounds…”

“…”

“Was it four…? You didn’t even get a break in between…”

“…”

“Ah, does my hand hurt…?”

“…No, it’s fine. You can grip harder if you want.”

“Then why does it keep getting harder the more I stroke…?”

Even with just these slow movements, his cock swelled until the veins bulged, leaving me flustered.

But making a joke like, …Are you turned on just from us watching?

was still too embarrassing.

Suggesting, Let’s just finish washing and go back to…, …you know?

would only guarantee Jiyoon scurrying after us into my room.

Woojin wouldn’t stop her—100%.

And me,

in this state of mind,

I don’t think I’d stop her either.

“…Were you not satisfied…?”

“…”

Unlike earlier, when I’d just intended to wash him,

…Swish, slide.

With ambiguous pressure.

Too deliberate to just be cleaning,

too tame to outright call it lewd,

I stroked him and whispered.

“You clearly had sex with Jiyoon twice. …And with me. You even got a blowjob…”

“…”

“Even after cumming that much… you’re not satisfied…?”

“…”

Instead of answering honestly,

he stayed silent, his thoughts plain as day.

And I,

rather than using that as an excuse to take him to the bedroom,

“Then, um… …Jiyoon-ah.”

“…Huh? Me?”

“You help too. …Stroke him.”

“…You want me to help Unnie? Seriously?”

“Woojin likes this kind of thing. …Two sisters servicing him together.”

“…”

“…Right? Woojin?”

I repeated the words Jiyoon and I had whispered earlier,

while my hand, gripping his cock firmly, dragged down to the base.

…Even that alone made the swollen tip twitch visibly.

I let Jiyoon’s small hand touch it too.

“Noona, I…”

“You can be honest. …I already noticed everything during the blowjob earlier.”

“…”

“Plus, yesterday… you got really turned on watching Jiyoon lick my shoulder.”

Squelch, squelch, squelch.

Over the taut surface of his cock, rinsed stiff by the water,

I spread the pre-cum leaking from his tip,

coating it slickly.

“…You like this, don’t you?”

Still avoiding an answer,

Woojin’s cock, now fully hard again, twitched in my grip.

Meanwhile, Jiyoon, already stroking near the tip with wet, noisy slides,

and I,

each on one side,

gently licked his chest as we worked.

“Hah… Answer me. Hurry. …Unless you want to waste your cum in the sink again.”

“…Pfft… You’re hard again even after shooting that much…?”

“…If you’re honest, I’ll suck you off again. With Jiyoon.”

“Me? Do I get a say?”

“You’ll do it. …You pervert.”

“…Well, yeah.”

The spit I couldn’t swallow while teasing him,

Ptooey—

I spat onto his erect cock,

letting my fingers glide smoothly over it,

now slick with my spit,

and Jiyoon’s, who spat right after.

As I slapped his lower stomach lightly,

“Hah…”

a sigh escaped his lips as he cradled the back of my head—

one I’d never heard before, not even during sex alone,

so thick with pleasure.

“…Jiyoon-ah. …Start sucking first.”

“…”

And I,

only realizing after the words left my mouth,

now speaking in a voice dripping with lust,

gave my sister an order.

…Even as Jiyoon, kneeling on the bathroom floor, bobbed her head on her own,

I pressed down on the back of her skull,

shoving her deeper—

so Woojin would enjoy it.

At the same time,

rising onto my toes slightly,

“Slurp…, hahp…….”

Woojin, who seemed to think honesty would be dangerous,

still tried to hold back,

while Jiyoon and I shared sweet, sticky saliva.

“…Mmmph……. Nn, ngh….”

Until Jiyoon’s mouth, mid-blowjob,

filled with cum so thick it clumped into globs.

“…Keh, ugh…! Cough, cough…!”

Until, like me earlier, she couldn’t swallow it all and gagged, spitting it out.

“Sluurp, nn…, pah…….”

…After a long, sweet kiss,

I took his cock,

now filthy with spit,

deep into my mouth again.

Blegh, ptooey.

A few more spurts later,

the cum pooled on my tongue—

“Bleh…….”

I spat out.

Right into the mouth of Jiyoon,

kneeling beside me.

…Ah, of course, this isn’t what I wanted to do.

But Jiyoon had already opened her mouth,

sticking out her tongue,

waiting for me to spit it gently.

“…Why spit out just the cum and not the spit?”

“…So the pervert next to me can watch.”

And,

this sight of us—

Because my boyfriend likes it.

“…Ah, wait…”

Even as the poorly hung showerhead clattered to the floor,

our boyfriend, too aroused to soften,

his usual kindness nowhere to be found,

grabbed both our wrists in one hand and—

dragged us out of the bathroom,

straight to my still-stuffy bedroom.

…Because he likes it.