Side Story 5) A Sibling’s Story 7

“Ah…”

I let out a small gasp and froze in the posture of holding the shirt. It was too late to hide the shirt I was holding. It was a situation where it wouldn’t be strange at all if Oppa immediately asked what I was doing.

But Oppa saw me like that and didn’t say anything. To be precise, he was frozen just like me, unable to move even an inch. The only thing moving was his dick, which was getting bigger and bigger.

An awkward silence hung in the air for a moment. I didn’t know if Oppa had pushed it or if it had closed naturally, but only the sound of the door closing with a swoosh-thud echoed awkwardly in my ears.

Only then did I snap out of it and hide the shirt behind my back. In fact, it was hard to even call it hiding. What was the point of hiding it after already being caught?

Anyway, with awkward movements, I put the shirt behind my back and took my hand off my lower body, seeing a slightly sticky liquid stretching. I wondered what to do with it, but I had no choice but to rub it off on the clothes I was wearing.

But unlike me, who moved even a little, Oppa showed no movement after standing his hard dick straight up. And knowing how amazing that thing was, my gaze naturally drifted towards it.

Perhaps it was because I had already experienced that dick. My gaze naturally went to Oppa’s lower body without me even intending to. I stared intently for a long time.

“……”

Did he react to my gaze? Oppa slowly walked towards me. He pushed his large dick forward as if presenting it to me, standing stiffly. All I could do in that situation was gulp.

Finally, his dick reached right in front of my eyes. A strong masculine scent and a lewd smell penetrated my nostrils. The recent events immediately overlapped, and I almost instinctively stuck out my tongue.

But I held back. There’s no way I’d like Oppa’s dick. Yet, his dick kept coming closer. It didn’t stop in front of my eyes but kept approaching, pressing against my cheek.

The sensation and twitching were vividly transmitted. It felt as if I could even feel the veins. After pressing his dick against my cheek, Oppa stroked my head. He was rubbing his dick on my cheek while stroking my head.

There was no way to resist Oppa, who kept pressing and pressing. In the end, I slightly stuck out my tongue and lightly licked it. The taste of his dick was a little salty. It seemed to smell a bit more than yesterday. Well, it was natural since he probably hadn’t washed before sleeping.

But I didn’t feel disgusted. Rather, the strong smell was somewhat stimulating. Eventually, I turned my head and bit the tip of his glans with my mouth.

“Chyuup…♡”

Huh. Why was I kissing Oppa’s dick as if I loved it? But every time I kissed it, it really did feel lovely. The cute twitching earned it bonus points.

Something was unclear, but what was certain was that sucking his dick felt surprisingly good. I started sucking Oppa’s dick more diligently, making chyup-chyup sounds. My hands, which had been behind my back, were now holding Oppa’s waist.

“Chyueup…♡”

Something truly became unclear, but actually, thinking about it, I was the one who masturbated in Oppa’s room, smelling his shirt. If Oppa had been masturbating in my room, smelling my blouse, I would have pounced on him….

Huh. That doesn’t seem quite right.

Anyway, I diligently kissed Oppa’s glans, and perhaps because it felt good, his dick twitched, and transparent pre-cum flowed out, wetting my mouth.

Every time that happened, I licked it with my tongue, and before I knew it, Oppa’s glans was covered in my saliva. It looked shiny, which was quite a lewd sight.

I slightly raised my eyes and looked up. Oppa had his hand on my head, presenting his dick.

“……”

Should I do more?

“Kids, breakfast! Wake up!”

It was then.

Mom’s cheerful voice, always heard every morning, echoed into the room. Only then did Oppa quickly turn his head, pull his dick away from my mouth, and step back a few paces.

The moment his dick left my mouth, I felt a slight regret, but it was fleeting. I shook my head, dispelling that thought, and got up.

Love juice, flowing from my wet panties, was trickling down my thighs.

“……”

I quietly opened the door and quickly ran into my room. Oppa’s shirt was still clutched in my hand.

“Ah.”

Should I give this back? But looking at it now, it had some of my saliva on it and was crumpled, so even if I returned it, he probably couldn’t wear it. He’d have a spare dress shirt anyway. I rationalized it to myself and shoved the dress shirt into the closet.

*

After roughly cleaning up the spilled love juice and cooling down, I went to the kitchen to find my parents and Oppa sitting there. Our family’s mornings were mostly like this. Dad cooked, and the whole family gathered to eat breakfast.

As I approached, Mom smiled brightly and seated me. Oppa and I sat next to each other, and Mom and Dad sat next to each other. It was the same seating arrangement for years, but today, Oppa, sitting next to me, felt especially awkward. Plus, we had ended things ambiguously while I was sucking him earlier.

Anyway, I must have been possessed by something. Otherwise, how could I think it felt good while sucking Oppa’s dick? I secretly glanced at him, and Oppa was eating his meal with his usual nonchalant expression.

Was I really possessed by something? It was hard to believe that I had just been sucking his dick moments ago.

“Why are you staring like that?”

As I stared intently, Oppa asked casually. I replied that it was nothing and turned my gaze back to my plate. Was I really possessed by something? Hmm.

And so, Mom continued to act cute with Dad, and Dad accepted it, making for a breakfast that felt sweet enough to kill you from sugar overdose.

“Heuit…?!”

Suddenly, something touched my thigh. And it wasn’t just a casual brush; it was a sticky movement that clearly indicated impure intentions.

I subtly lowered my gaze and saw Oppa’s hand groping my thigh. For a moment, I was so flustered that I couldn’t say anything. Regardless, Oppa’s hand was moving further inward.

“…O-Oppa.”

“Hm? Why?”

It was absurd how nonchalant his expression was despite all this. He was doing this even with Mom and Dad right there? I glanced at my parents, but it seemed they hadn’t noticed yet. I was confident that if he just stopped now, I wouldn’t say anything-

“Hiit…♡”

-but suddenly, Oppa’s hand pinched my clit. He knew exactly where it was, somehow.

Naturally, I couldn’t hold back and let out a dazed moan when my clit was pinched. At that sound, the gazes of the three people at the table turned to me. Oppa, despite being the one who caused it, looked at me with an expression that asked what was wrong, and Dad blinked his eyes, looking slightly flustered. And Mom’s large eyes widened as she stared intently at me.

“Hm? Daeun, what’s wrong?”

Then she put a quail egg, picked up with her chopsticks, into her mouth, which was quite cute. No, this wasn’t the point.

“Ah, well, I just dropped something and got startled… Haha….”

“Hmm?”

Mom had a question mark floating above her head but didn’t ask anything further. Dad… looked at Mom like that and smiled slightly.

Did they not notice?

Oh, well. It’s a relief if they didn’t.

I sighed in relief inwardly, then lightly pinched Oppa’s hand, which was still playing on my thigh. For a moment, Oppa’s expression twisted, but it quickly returned to a blank face, indicating he was serious about this. I leaned in slightly and whispered softly.

“What are you doing? Mom and Dad are right here….”

“You don’t like it?”

“O-Of course I don’t….”

“Then why did you masturbate with my shirt’s smell?”

At the sudden attack, I stammered and pulled my body back. To be honest, I had nothing to say about that. In the meantime, Oppa’s hand traveled up my thigh again, reaching my clit.

The clothes I wore at home were thin shorts. They stretched well and could be easily pulled off. While I couldn’t say anything, Oppa put his hand inside my shorts.

“……”

His fingers moved busily, stimulating my pussy. I tried to block Oppa’s hand with one hand, but I couldn’t match his strength. More than anything, getting caught would be a disaster. In fact, Oppa would be scolded for now, but if this continued, everything would be exposed-that I masturbated with Oppa’s shirt, or what happened last night when we were drunk, and so on.

And if that happened… it would be a bit much, wouldn’t it?

“Hit….”

…To be honest.

Hmm, what I did with Oppa felt good, and I thought I might regret it a little if I couldn’t do it. Of course, that was only a very small part.

“…Eugh.”

No, actually, it was quite a significant part.

“…Heueut♡”