[Incest] Creating a Friendly Family 304 (Seonju, Seyoung, Sua)

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Seon-ju Imo releases her arms that were hugging Soo-ah and Se-young, and approaches Shi-woo as if to hug him this time.

“Shi-woo too~ Have fun and be careful~!”

Seon-ju Imo says, hugging Shi-woo head-on.

Seon-ju Imo’s large, bountiful breasts were pressed against Shi-woo’s chest.

Shi-woo naturally moves the bag that was covering his front to the side.

Shi-woo’s body overlaps with Seon-ju Imo’s lewd body as they hug.

Shi-woo’s erect penis is pressed against Seon-ju Imo’s crotch, stomach, and just below her breasts.

As he is pressed against Seon-ju Imo’s cozy flesh, a sensation of pleasure spreads as if melting into his sensitive flesh.

His younger sisters were right next to them, just a few steps away, watching Shi-woo and Seon-ju Imo’s hug with bright eyes.

“If anything happens, contact me right away~! Got it?”

Seon-ju Imo says to Shi-woo in an unnecessarily more subtle and affectionate voice, while hugging him.

Even though they have a sexual relationship, isn’t Seon-ju Imo embarrassed that Shi-woo’s penis is touching her body on a street where anyone can pass by?

Seon-ju Imo didn’t seem to care at all that Shi-woo’s penis was touching her body.

Or rather, she doesn’t seem to mind showing Se-young and Soo-ah the scene of her hugging Shi-woo while he is massively erect.

Perhaps, even more than Shi-woo thought, these kinds of things are already familiar in the relationship between Seon-ju Imo and his younger sisters.

Shi-woo stroked Seon-ju Imo’s back with his hand in front of his younger sisters.

As if trying to recreate the action that Seon-ju Imo had just done to his younger sisters…

The smooth texture of the silk dress feels pleasant to Shi-woo’s hand.

And the flesh around Seon-ju Imo’s back and waist that he feels beneath the fabric.

Shi-woo lowers his hand and caresses her ample buttocks.

Seon-ju Imo’s buttocks, which are caught in his hand over the silk fabric…

He can’t feel the boundary of the panties line that should be covering those buttocks.

Seon-ju Imo is wearing nothing under her apricot-colored camisole dress slip.

Shi-woo, feeling excited, firmly grips Seon-ju Imo’s buttocks in his hand.

Seon-ju Imo seems startled by Shi-woo’s bold behavior, but soon buries her face in Shi-woo’s shoulder naturally.

Shi-woo’s penis, pressed against Seon-ju Imo’s body, pulsates with strength as if throbbing.

Even after seeing Shi-woo’s hand movements that were close to foreplay, his younger sisters acted as if they were trying to let the situation pass naturally, taking out their smartphones to look at them, or acting as if they were looking away.

Shi-woo also slides his other hand, which is embracing Seon-ju Imo’s back, down to her buttocks.

Shi-woo cups Seon-ju Imo’s buttocks with both hands and presses them forcefully towards his body.

It felt like a pleasant juice of pleasure was bursting in his penis and spreading into his body.

Seon-ju Imo is leaning completely towards Shi-woo, as if entrusting her body to his touch.

Seon-ju Imo’s soft and ample breasts are pressed even harder against Shi-woo’s firm chest, changing their shape.

He can feel Seon-ju Imo’s quickening breath and pulse being transmitted to him.

Shi-woo’s breath and pulse may also be quickening like Seon-ju Imo’s.

For a while in front of his younger sisters, the hug with Seon-ju Imo continues like foreplay.

Although the hug is getting longer, Se-young and Soo-ah couldn’t complain at all.

No, rather, aren’t they watching the two people’s sexual act out of the corner of their eyes, blushing, and stirring up their own excitement?

A fading sense of reality, as if he were standing on a performance stage.

Shi-woo glances up and looks around the residential street.

A quiet residential area on a weekend morning, with hardly any people in sight.

Although they are not visible around him now, it wouldn’t be strange if strangers passed by at any time.

As soon as he had that thought, a sadistic exhibitionism welled up in Shi-woo’s chest.

Shi-woo slowly begins to roll up Seon-ju Imo’s slip dress skirt from the buttocks area, little by little.

Seon-ju Imo flinches greatly, as if embarrassed by Shi-woo’s hand movements as he rolls up her slip dress.

Seon-ju Imo, who had been acting relaxed, apparently hadn’t expected Shi-woo to do such a bold thing in front of her house.

Shi-woo’s hand, which was rolling up the skirt, stops.

Seon-ju Imo’s apricot-colored dress slip skirt, resting halfway up her buttocks, high enough to tell that she wasn’t wearing panties.

Seon-ju Imo’s breathing is becoming increasingly rough.

His younger sisters also show a slightly embarrassed look at the hem of Seon-ju Imo’s skirt, which has been pulled up like that, and the exposed buttocks flesh, and wander around as if they don’t know where to put their eyes.

Seon-ju Imo’s body was trembling, as if she didn’t know what to do with herself, due to the humiliation play she was suffering in front of her daughter and nephew.

Shi-woo’s excitement also seems to be surging up.

Just as Seon-ju Imo’s trembling convulsions were gradually subsiding,

“You can do whatever you want with me today, Shi-woo… I’ve prepared everything cleanly…”

Seon-ju Imo opens her mouth and says to Shi-woo.

Shi-woo couldn’t know exactly what Seon-ju Imo’s words meant, but he could easily guess that they definitely contained a sexual meaning.

“What?”

Shi-woo asks Seon-ju Imo, as if trying to confirm the details.

Seon-ju Imo takes a deep breath and tries to calm her quickened breathing, and after her breathing has calmed down to some extent, she brings her lips to Shi-woo’s ear.

“You can violate Soo-ah as you please all day long, Master~”

Seon-ju Imo whispers, tickling Shi-woo’s ear.

Shi-woo’s mind went blank for a moment at Seon-ju Imo’s words.

Shi-woo’s thing, wriggling violently, pressed against her crotch and stomach.

Shi-woo’s thing reacts much faster than the disorganized flow of thoughts in his head.

“I charged the vibrator I got from Master and attached it to Soo-ah’s clitoris~ It seems to last for two hours, so you can turn it on whenever you feel like it, Master~”

Seon-ju Imo continues to convey lewd words to Shi-woo’s ear.

“Since it’s her first time, and her hymen might tear and bleed a lot, I also attached a pad to her underwear. I also matched her panties and clothes to reddish colors~! Did I do well~?”

This time, Seon-ju Imo brings her lips to the opposite ear and continues speaking.

Before he knew it, Seon-ju Imo’s slip skirt, which Shi-woo was holding, had been rolled up to above her waist.

Seon-ju Imo’s luscious buttocks are completely exposed in the residential area in front of her house.

And that too, right in front of his younger sisters who are watching…

Neighbors who usually interact with them may come out at any time and see Seon-ju Imo’s lewd appearance together.

Seon-ju Imo seems to be aware of such situations that Shi-woo thought of, and her body was trembling again in Shi-woo’s arms.

“Ah~, and I also brought a fan for you to turn on together when you turn on the vibrator. People might look at you strangely because of the vibrator’s vibration sound.”

While her body is trembling, Seon-ju Imo explains in detail about the identity of the mini fan hanging around Soo-ah’s neck, as if trying to resolve the doubts Shi-woo had.

Shi-woo’s mind was going blank again.

When he shifts his gaze to the fan hanging around Soo-ah’s neck, Soo-ah avoids his eyes and twists her body as if embarrassed.

“Ah~ Soo-ah will take care of that, so you don’t have to worry about it, Master~! Just enjoy my daughter, Master~!”

Just as the confusing words of Seon-ju Imo that were flowing in his head were being organized, Seon-ju Imo said that to Shi-woo as if she had just thought of it.

Seon-ju Imo’s attitude of trying to offer her own daughter to her master as if it were natural.

Seon-ju Imo is saying that she is trying to offer her daughter’s virginity, who has not yet had her first experience, to Shi-woo.

In an instant, the trigger of lust is touched, and Shi-woo’s thing expands to be as large and hard as it can possibly be.

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“I have something to talk about with Seon-ju inside~! You guys wait here for a bit!”

Shi-woo says urgently to his younger sisters in a rough breath, as if he is finally about to explode with excitement.

The honorific title for Seon-ju Imo was being omitted and called as if he was talking down to her in front of Se-young and Soo-ah.

His younger sisters were overwhelmed by Shi-woo’s lustful momentum and were embarrassed, unable to answer properly and turning their gazes elsewhere as if avoiding him.

Shi-woo, as if he can’t see anything else now, forcefully pulls Seon-ju Imo’s wrist and tries to enter through the open gate.

Seon-ju Imo, surprised by Shi-woo’s sudden actions, makes a flustered expression without even having time to fix her clothes, and is dragged into the house.

Shi-woo enters the yard with Seon-ju Imo, then slams Seon-ju Imo’s house gate shut with a loud bang.

As soon as he closes the gate, Shi-woo tries to pull up and take off the apricot-colored camisole home slip dress that Seon-ju Imo is wearing.