Mia's pulse spiked. Relief, thrill, fear—they all collided and crashed and receded into each other as her thoughts grew into an ocean storm. She couldn't stand still. He knew. He knew. And he wasn't angry. He was helping.
She shook her head, a ragged giggle bubbling forth. "Crazy… we're both crazy."
Maybe it was genetic? Who knows.
The streets were quiet. Empty. Quiet. Night had fallen a long, long time ago, so no one was outside save a handful of occasional late night joggers or a group of friends who chose to party with music on. Her surroundings were hazy in her eyes, even with the street lights and the orange-tinged lamps that cast downwards from high up windows.
It felt unreal, as she marched forwards with haste. She expected herself to run into her brother any second now, around this block, at that park, maybe as he was coming back from his daily jog in a fit of good timing.
The Korea National Center was quite a ways off, considering Seoul was a bustling metropolis that stretched on and on and on. And it would require a short taxi ride to get there, but Mia didn't fancy spending money on an unnecessary trip.
The building loomed ahead, a sprawling complex of concrete and steel, with its white high walls and secured gates. Trimmed green fields and well-maintained tracks surrounded the area. Quite the sophisticated place.
When Mia got to the wall, she checked her phone for the umpteenth time to ensure that she wasn't at the wrong spot. The last thing she wanted was to suspiciously loiter around and then be seen by the security. She maintained a safe distance from the walls, in case of security cameras.
After a bit more searching—the damn place was big—she reached the designated entrance. East fence. Side entrance. Must've been that one. Except that no one was there.
Mia began to nervously bite her fingernails, her mind running wild with the possibility of him being caught, her whole plan ruined. She was already too close to turn back. This was going to happen. It had to.
Seconds ticked.
And then—splash!
Mia yelped, jerking back. Her face was wet on one side.
"Got you." Jae-il said, from above. She looked up to find her brother, all freshly showered and groomed and stunning and handsome, looking at her.
He held a tiny water gun pointed her way, and used his finger to mimic the action of pulling a trigger. The damn thing had hit her right on her cheek. The look of triumph on his stupid, handsome face should be illegal. Mia bristled, her irritation at the prank melting into pure happiness, just like that.
She didn't need to bother keeping her smile from blooming, she figured, not with him, so she grinned at him instead and a full-hearted, unbridled smile cracked his visage open. It felt a little too warm on her cheeks.
They laughed softly in sync, quietly chuckling under the silence, like two kids sneaking around when they were not allowed. Jae-il hushed a couple more times until his mirth calmed down, and she did the same.
She put her hands on her hips and glanced to the gate, checking to see if she'd get spotted by someone, or if it were truly only the two of them.
There wasn't even a guard on sight.
The coast, so far, was clear.
Jae-il closed the window and walked down, until the side entrance whirred open. "There you are—"
Mia slammed onto him like a bullet train.
Jae-il instinctively circled his arms around the waist and torso of the woman crashing into him. It was easy. It was right where his hand had fit the longest time. His own sister.
"I've missed you so fucking much."
He was caught off-guard.
"I missed you too."
She hugged him tightly, burying her nose in the space where the collarbone connected to his neck, and inhaled. He smelled wonderful—of soap, fresh towels, mint shampoo, and that musk. So natural, so close, so... real.
God, she missed him so much.
So very badly. To the point that she couldn't stand to wait a moment more. To the point that his absence hurt.
He could feel his body tense and relax in equal amounts, every second they held each other.
It was only the increasing risk of their prolonged presence there that made her step away, letting him go, her body already shivering from the lack of heat. She looked up at him, noticing how he had bulked up a little, how his jaws had become sharper and more chiseled, how the childish traces were quickly fading off.
His shoulders were broader, his build firmer, and he seemed to have grown a good inch in their brief parting. Jae-il wore a shirt underneath his South Korea uniform hoodie. Casual, like hers. It fit snugly. Not too snug, mind you, but... enough that he looked really fucking attractive in that ensemble.
"Well, hello." She smiled at him. A tiny grin that quickly twisted seductively as she bit her bottom lip. She didn't mean for it to come off that way, but her mouth had a mind of its own, it seemed.
He huffed. "Come on, let's get going. I kind of had to bribe the security guy to get him out of his station for a minute so that he wouldn't see you enter or leave." And then he reached out to pull her hoodie up, partially hiding that floral mane of hers. "Just to err on the side of caution."
"I'm your sister, Jae-il." She tilted her head quizzically; an innocent facade. She could pull it off way too well. "What kind of caution would I need with you, my adorable little brother?"
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Is morality a social construct? A product of what one has grown to believe is right and what is wrong? Or was the term referring to something more in terms of a principle, an intangible, self-determined guide that leads us in life and aids us in decision making.
Despite the possible ambiguity of the definition, one must be certain of a key concept: a decision.
Once a decision is taken, then one could decide to live with it and stick to it until the end. That was fine. But not before. Choosing and acting is very different from choosing and thinking. One must, when making their choices, always do so knowing that a mistake could have severe, potentially life-shattering consequences.
Was a choice—any choice—ever without error? Could one ever take the perfect course? In the present case, of a seemingly morally acceptable decision, the potential catastrophic outcome of failure would, in the end, nullify the good deed altogether and transform it into its opposite.
Perhaps it would be easier if, instead of a mere hour or so of precious time together, Mia and I decided that, instead, we should forgo all contact until after the World Cup.
Wouldn't a sacrifice for such a short, meagre span of time be not a virtue but a delusion?
Of course, it didn't help that a very large, significant, very intrusive part of my conscience had other thoughts—particularly with the decision to forego the temptation. The truth was that I just wanted to see my sister.
Even at the cost of getting caught, getting reprimanded, or worse. I could've refused. Could've told her that we had to maintain our distance during training camp. That we needed to respect the rules. Be a model team player. Stay focused on the match.
Be disciplined.
I didn't think about any of those consequences, and frankly, the logical, rational side of my mind told me that they would likely have turned out to be over-exaggerations.
We weren't breaking into a bank, were we? Just having a bit of family time, as adults.
Well, I wasn't one, legally speaking. But maturity was the general gist.
That's why I gently grabbed her wrist and led her in. "The kind of caution one should never need or expect to have with their siblings." I replied, eventually.
And I said so knowing exactly how deep the irony in my words could sink, because as sure as the world's most ignorant leader believed to have their subjects wrapped around their fingers, I was the furthest thing from having a sisterly view of her in this, or any, universe.
I had to slow down for a moment as the thought hit me a little harder than expected. It never felt real. Never once since I could comprehend the complexity and depth of what it was she awakened inside of me did it feel real. I knew the day I'd be found out for the lie, the conman, the wolf in sheep's clothing, the swindler.
How would they react when they saw how depraved the animal was—so dirty and savage in the truth it denied and the things it wanted.
This woman made my heart beat faster than a thousand drums. My blood was on fire and every synapse in my body was fired by the chemical combustion of a feeling that defied the rules.
So sweet and poisonous, because only I knew, only I, who'd ever had the displeasure and pleasure of the cursed knowledge, could know.
And yet I did nothing to stop it.
Nothing to change the fact that this was not a choice, nor a mistake. It was... almost inevitable. A slow-mo of two cars crashing, or a bomb ticking, or the last few seconds of a clock running out.
It was something that happened.
A thing of nature.
A force of the universe, and nothing I or anyone could do about it.
It scared me. Still did. And likely always will. Even the devil himself might fear what would happen if he had to stare into the depths of his own sins.
Mia tugged at my hand. Soft fingers that sought mine. She had a slight smile. The kind of smile a little child would have, if she found the antlers of a doe. A little hesitant, a little expectant. Her eyes flashed, almost glowing in the dim-lit hallway we were in. "Come on..." She urged me on in an undertone. "Stop spacing out so much, Jae-il. Did all of that football training make you go stupid?"
I closed my eyes. Licking my dry lips slowly. A chuckle was all I could muster. "Probably. Repeated head trauma might've finally gotten to me."
I hoped so, because none of this shit was normal.
Her lips formed a small pout and she narrowed her eyes at me. It took me all of a second and a half, or perhaps two, before I blinked, turned away and had to literally tug her forward as we began to briskly walk down the hallway.
"Follow me."
"Huh, where are you even taking me?"
"Not outside."
She rolled her eyes. "Obviously."
Cute.
"I had security turn a blind eye so most of them are not around. We've got an entire wing emptied out since some players were sent off due to injury or simply lack of talent and discipline." I whispered. I had made sure of that, actually, bribing some of the weaker guys who were low on pay. Getting in the good graces of a future World Class football player did give quite a bit of a bonus and influence. "We could use one of their rooms."
"Sounds like a great idea, to me." Mia gave me a wide-toothed smile.
I halted and opened the door, leading her in. I checked left and right before I closed it behind us. It felt a little bit like sneaking your girlfriend into your house through the window when your parents were home, even though they already knew the two of you were together.
"Soo..." Mia walked around, taking in the freshly cleaned beds and the complete lack of personality. "Soooo...."
I winced at her repetition. My mind, traitorously, thought that the sound she made was cute. She slowly spun around as she took in the dormitory, humming.
That hoodie she had on had no business being this tight. Or her jeans. God, her jeans.
Mia was no petite miss, but even a little fat here and there didn't diminish her charm. In my honest, unbiased, utterly self-centered, and terribly obsessive opinion, she was flawless. It didn't help that my thoughts had become pretty fixated on her figure as of late. Hormones? Definitely, hormones. Stupid hormones.
My iron-fisted self control had become self-dependent on fisting something else. And the very alluring pigment of my sensual fantasies was standing across from me right now. So all of a sudden I wasn't too sure what to do or where to go. Sitting or standing would be awkward.
Come on, what's with me? Feeling weak in the knees because my blood was rushing a little too strong? I wrinkled my nose, took in a deep breath, and made my way to the mini-bar. "Want anything to drink? Water? Tea? Monster?" I knew what she preferred, but the last thing we needed was caffeine and the reason we were there in the first place didn't need another push towards it.
"Oooooh, got any Monster?"
Mentally kicking myself, I picked a can of a sugar-and-caffeinated monster. It wasn't coffee, no, but it was a drink full of unhealthy shit—exactly what my sister needed, if she didn't want her current hyperactive behavior to snowball into a cocaine induced maniac high. You know what? Fuck it. I grabbed two cans. Half a liter of pure madness each.
"Got the pink one?" She leaned in to take a look.
Her hair fell over my shoulder, its scent gently teasing the tip of my nose. I searched through the cans in the fridge, then shook my head. "Looks like black and white is what they left behind."
"Tch." Mia clicked her tongue. "Alright, let's have the white one."
Good. I popped both open and handed her one. It was time to be productive in distracting ourselves from this predicament.
"So, how's the training going?" Mia sipped her soda with a pleased little slurp. She made herself comfortable in one of the beds, kicking off her shoes, revealing cute little socks, and even cuter ankles. She shifted, tucking both legs under her. "Doesn't look like you've had a hard time handling the training from what I saw on that livestream. Those were some pretty great goals you scored. Do they even pass a single ball your way during drills, or do they just sit there and marvel at you like some sort of godsent boy-wonders?"
I laughed. She surely made an amusing statement, albeit based on exaggeration. It had no basis in reality. "It's only the national youth team, we've got plenty of room to grow. Don't think for one instant that I'll be replicating what I do here on an international stage. Especially against the likes of, I don't know, Brazil or France or Spain."
"That sounds pretty awfully humble, you brat." Mia snarked, chugging half the can in one go. A little bit of it dripped from the corner of her mouth. I glanced downwards and noticed, for the first time, she was wearing lip gloss. It looked, smelt, and seemed a little too sweet. "Honestly, I simply can't imagine anyone else being better than you are. Ever."
I shrugged. It was flattering, coming from her. But extremely biased and clearly limited by an equally limited perspective. Still, I chose to remain modest. "Don't be surprised if I end up losing badly against the giants of Europe. Anyway, let's stop talking about me and football." I chugged a third of my can. I could feel my heart beginning to race, but this time it felt right. "How have you been doing, Noona? How is everyone else?"
She shifted to face me, sitting cross-legged. Her palms rested on either side of her feet. She put the Monster can to the side, her gaze drifting up to look into mine. "Not as good without you there, honestly. It's lonely, and boring, and dad is too busy working." She groaned. "Su Ah is... well, trying. I guess. Though I can't say I've made it easy for her. I should apologize."
Oh. That came rather abruptly. I blinked, humming. "That's mature of you."
Mia scowled. "Don't take that tone, little brat."
"Pfft."
"Jeez." She threw a pillow at me.
With practiced ease I evaded it by a hair's breadth, causing Mia to click her tongue. We exchanged glances. She grabbed the can and pointed an accusatory, judgemental finger at me. "Are you saying my maturity is questionable?"
I grinned, pointing one back. "When you don't exhibit any, then yes."
"Cheeky."
I snickered.
We sipped.
Licked our lips.
Drank again.
Feet idly brushed against each other, thighs a whisper away.
She sighed, pleased. Her head swayed in pure bliss and contentment. "I missed this."
I looked down at my drink. "I did as well."
"Why can't we do this more often?" She asked, sounding wistful. I understood.
"You know we can't. I'll be heading to the World Cup and, even after that, my club and the nationals will keep me busy." I hated how restrained we had to be.
Funny how I began to hate it as much as she did, considering my general avoidance of her.
She grew on me—in a way that I didn't expect.
Mia glanced away. "Damn. It sucks. So much."
I smiled bitterly.
"Can't you quit?"
I arched an eyebrow. "Would you really want me to do that?"
She deflated. "No..."
"Then..."
"Then..." Mia gritted her teeth, grabbing fistfuls of her hair. "Arghhh! This is so annoying. You're so annoying!"
"Huh." I scowled, confused. "Me? What did I do?"
She released her fists. Hair was messily all over the place, her eyebrows furrowed as her eyes twitched, one corner of her upper lip twitching. Despite the storm she left behind, she was still so heart-wrenchingly beautiful. A little angel in distress.
"You're..." She pointed, rather childishly, a finger to my direction. "Just, aaaaaaghhh!"
Except that the look in her eyes—
I was about to take a sip of my can.
And then suddenly she was pushing me flat against the mattress. "Why does everything always have to be difficult?"
The can slipped from my grasp, slowly bleeding out over the mattress. The cleaning ladies would definitely frown at the mess.
Still, I blinked, looking up.
"...."
I remained there, confused beyond words. My pulse raced, for the nth time, my eyes focusing, not so much on what she said, as in her. As in every single line. The slope of her nose, the curve of her upper lip, the blush dusting her cheeks, and the reddening of the skin under her eyes. Her hair tickled my cheek and chin. Her warmth bled onto me, seared onto me, imprinting onto me like a hot brand.
Our gaze met. I wasn't surprised when the first emotion I identified in them was frustration. Mia was never one to express herself openly. At least, not in words. But she did show her emotions rather plainly through the many minute expressions crossing her countenance, every twitch and tremble of her features spelling out every syllable, letter, and word.
"Why do you do this to me?" She asked me, not bothering to define whatever it was I had apparently done to her. "Why..." She exhaled, shoulders slumping. They shook a little.
"Noona..."
She lowered her head and I lost her gaze. Her eyelids drooped as she closed in, and I caught the heat of her breath between the small distance separating us. I should have done something. Stop her. Push her off.
But her voice was in my ears. That same velvety, heated, insistent, tone from then, from those nights, from those dreams, the same whisper—only in life.
"I can't live like this, Jae-il."
Tears dropped from her eyes.
They soaked my face.
"I fucking can't."
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"I fucking can't."
Drip.
Tears.
"Live without..."
Drip, drop.
They came unbidden.
"Without you."
And she fell flat against my shoulder, sobbing quietly. I had no response, because all I could do was breathe, deeply. She shook. Trembled. Clawed my shoulders. Inhaled my scent. And seemingly calmed down.
I lay there, taking it all in. Processing, yes, I was processing, because what she said wasn't to be taken lightly. Ah, but I've known. I've looked under the bed to see what hides there. I've opened the closet. I had seen the signs.
But never the confirmation. The confession.
She pulled back, wiping the tears off her eyes.
My can, having fallen during the unceremonious push, now fizzed as white liquid poured and trickled along the carpet floor and the edge of the bed. It left a trail, a spot, and a pool. A rather pathetic one at that. I didn't like how it represented how I was feeling about now, useless, but at a loss as to what to do about it.
Her soft palms were so warm. She cupped my cheeks, a thin smile drawing on her. It looked beautiful. She looked beautiful. My chest tightened. My head began to spin. I still had difficulty processing it. All the events leading to where we were now were too dissonant from the thoughts of just minutes before.
Everything moved in a flash, but everything stood still, as if stuck in an unending moment that wouldn't fade or disappear. It wasn't a dream, I was lucid, aware, the realization coming all too quickly, in bits and pieces, like crumbles falling off an avalanche, gaining weight, a consistency.
I knew the truth, the thing that had been beating around the bush all this time, like some sort of master delinquent. Some sort of traitor. Because it had come out now, exposed, at long last, no more masks or hidden agendas.
"Jae-il... I... I... I'm a bad Noona." Mia told me. Her lips curled in a rueful smile. One that looked absolutely radiant despite the wretched tears soaking her cheeks, her chin, her lips. "A terrible sister. So, so bad, because of you."
"..."
"I'm a selfish bitch. And an egotistical, childish little coward. And I..." She breathed out a shuddering gasp. "You... make me crazy." She flinched as the words came out. "You make me so fucking crazy, you have no idea. I can't stop. I can't do anything but think about you. Can't stand the thought that you're not there when I'm at home. It kills me. Drives me insane. I've been sick. Haven't been eating well. My fucking grades dropped because of you, Jae-il. Do you have any idea? How stupid that is? God, I hate you for it so much..."
My fists clenched, jaw setting hard.
She gulped down thickly. "I hate how you do this to me. And even... even if you stop today, right now. I doubt I'll get better. Won't ever feel anything like before. Not the same. I'm scared by how intense it is. I'm scared and I've been trying to get over this thing, whatever this is. But I just can't. I just can't."
For a short few seconds my mind didn't connect the dots at all, simply didn't associate the meaning or intent of her words to her confession. Some part of me still desperately looked for excuses, just to not make it real. Clearly, a decision had been made here.
Mia made her decision. She could've chosen not to speak these words. Or deny them. Reverse them, hide them, repress them. And we'd have trudged on through a limbo, neither together, nor apart, and yet painfully connected.
But she decided to come clean, only to expose how dirty she felt. The ugly and beautiful of it all was that her own feelings weren't something she wanted to accept even to herself, let alone others.
"Noona..." I began—but I was never given the chance to properly articulate my thoughts into proper words as she put a finger against my lip.
"Jae-il." Mia said in a breathy exhale. "Don't. For once. Stop trying to make excuses or stop me. Just... don't. I know, I know, okay?" She lowered her head. "God, I know exactly how messed up and twisted all of this is."
At least, she knew.
Her face scrunched up, more tears slid down her cheek.
"If this is wrong." She licked her bottom lip and parted them. My breath caught up on itself. "Then... what the fuck can even be right."
Her tear-filled gaze lifted, bearing the entirety of the world on her eyes, on her expression. She stared at me, deeply.
I still couldn't believe that all of the shit I went through in my first life, all the shit, all the experiences—everything that I've lived, felt, learned, lost, and loved in that first lifetime could culminate to this singular moment—where someone, my own family, looked at me in such a way I could've never fathomed.
So fucking filthy. So wrong. And yet she did it, with all the self awareness one can muster to know of their own vices and mistakes. Who was I anyway to point a judgemental finger towards her? She'd never tortured a broken man begging for mercy. She'd never stabbed people in the throat until nothing but chokes and the bubbling of blood followed her strikes. Or seen the red blood splatter that flowed like a river, the widened eyes of pure and unfiltered, undeniable horror and realization when the victim saw a glimpse of their own death in your eyes.
And the worst?
I didn't regret that. Not then, not now, probably never would. I had long made peace with my inner demons. Shook hands with them. Laughed at myself for thinking I was mad to begin with.
So... facing all of the aforementioned crimes, jury and judges, are the rules and values of a normal and stable society something that should apply to me, even knowing, even recognizing what kind of monster I was?
"Jae-il...?" By the time I came back into focus, blinking out of a stupor, Mia was inches away. Literal inches. At some point, she leaned in, closed in, to search for an answer. An answer to a question I couldn't quite piece together just yet, at least, until she closed the final gap. "Tell me, does this disgust you?"
Oh, how I wished I could.
A normal person might've already pushed her off themselves and screamed.
"Tell me."
How could I say yes
"Jae-il..."
Instead, all I could do was look into her eyes.
"Because if you want me to stop—" Her words were hot, breathy, nervous.
"I don't want you to stop." I found my voice. Fucking finally. All this thinking and zoning out and daydreaming nonsense, and I couldn't manage to speak the whole time? Good lord. "I think the situation warrants some time to wrap our heads around it but... I can't see the reason I should say no. Or push you off. Or run away. Or get a psych exam done and diagnosed. Or do any of that. For now..." I was willing to concede one point. "It doesn't disgust me. And it might not do that to me forever." I lifted a hand and ran a thumb across the fullness of her lips.
Her breath hitched, then shuddered.
"Wait..." She blinked, rapidly, grabbing me by the collar of my jersey. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?!" Her eyes glimmered, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. "Are you saying that there's a chance that, if we let ourselves go a bit crazy—"
"—Noona—"
"Went completely nuts and let ourselves be led on by this fucked-up impulse—"
"Noona."
She sucked in a sharp inhale, her pupils dilated as her mouth slowly, agonizingly curved in a fiendish little grin. I blinked. Oh. This couldn't be good.
"Jae-il." A siren song's undertone lulled the listener's psyche to be convinced, lured, tempted, and fooled into belief in the power she wielded. Mia wielded her powers with the sort of ease a woman so attractive should not be allowed to exercise. She planted her hands firmly on my chest. "Can... we kiss?"
I wonder…
I liked to think I was a creature of logic, and I had to reason with the devil herself at this moment. I shifted a little.
"Noona, I think we should talk a bit longer about this. And think about it more seriously. So many questions we haven't addressed and answered yet. You do know that my career will have me constantly under scrutiny. Basically, the slightest whiff of anything scandalous—"
My eyes widened as a wet, soft, delicious warmth enveloped my bottom lip. Her mouth. It was her mouth. Her lips were locked with mine and my whole world ground to a screeching halt.
Then the breathlessness came and my pulse spiked. Her lips slid softly over mine and I could taste her subtle lip-gloss. And her teeth—oh, those sharp, canine teeth gently gnawing and scraping against the flesh of my lips.
I placed my hands on her shoulders, applying a light pressure. A pressure that faded into absolute compliance, as the faint, coquettish growl she gave was as delicate a sound as a kitten's first mewling. She shifted. Moved. Ground her hips down onto me. Now, to a physically healthy, perfectly straight fifteen year old boy, even rubbing it against a wall would give them an instant boner.
Having a mature twenty-something year old, gorgeous Noona moving and rolling over my private part...
The tightness and friction. Her on top of me. Her nose bumping softly against mine.
Our breathing, synchronized and hot.
All of a sudden her hips paused their motions. There was a hesitant twitch, followed by a tentative wriggle. A groan. A bead of sweat that rolled right between her cleavage.
There was a coiled tightness in my gut. And a distinct urge. And heat. Hot, unbearable, nerve-scratching heat that swept my entire lower region like an inferno. I grabbed her face, clutched it within my hands as if my life depended on it, as if I was some sort of fucking savage. I could feel her sharp gasp, the little huff she let out as our mouths crashed together again.
Her lips were slightly parted. My tongue slipped past them. And I was met with the wet, warm cavern of her own tongue, eagerly meeting mine. It was like a slick worm, warm, slippery, tasty in the obsence knowledge of who that tongue belonged to.
My hands roamed from her face, down her neck, tracing the delicate curve of her collarbones, to her shoulders. My fingers dug into the soft fabric of her hoodie, bunching it up in my fists, pulling her even closer, before making a pit stop on her ass, squeezing the pliable, denim-clad mass of flesh and sinking my last few months worth of frustration into that singular, vulgar act.
She moaned into my mouth, and it was the sexiest fucking thing I've ever heard. It spoke a lot about me how it was my own sister's mewl that did me in, and not some random girl. Not a proper, well-educated girl from a respectable family. Not the girl next door. Neither a childhood friend. I didn't care. I was a mess of teenage hormones and a re-incarnated Brazilian maniac who had done far worse things in his past. There was no higher ground for me to stand on.
I hissed, roughly grabbing the back of her neck, her hair, and her eyes snapped wide open in pure, lustful haze. I could've very well been a mirage desert for how she was looking at me. Like I was salvation. A prize. A treasure.
Her hands were under my shirt, her touch searing my skin. Her nails raked lightly against my stomach. I arched into her touch, a low growl escaping my throat. By then, my cock was so hard it was aching. If there was any shred of sanity left in me, it had abandoned ship a long time ago. The smell of her, the taste of her, the feel of her.
It was all too much.
And it was not enough.
My hands moved up, under her hoodie, over her smooth, hot skin. I felt the curve of her waist, the dip of her spine.
The moment she rolled her hips again, I had to grind my teeth not to declothe myself right there and then.
The faint rustling of trousers being undone. They thundered in my ears. I looked down.
Fingers. Long, pale, soft. Ghostly and nimble. So unerringly skillful. They reached down, no hesitation.
I stilled.
There was a tense breath.
My eyes opened.
"Noona."
"It's okay, Jae-il. I know." Mia said, wistfully, a little sadly. "We won't go all the way."
I huffed. "We shouldn't have gone even halfway..." I said that, but I was way past the point to give it a single fuck. I wished I could've been more in control, and part of me hoped it'd be Mia herself to put a stop to this madness, because I wasn't confident I had the sobriety of mind to do it.
"Why can't we just forget about being sister and brother for just one second and think for ourselves?" She whispered, gulping, recovering her breathing, yet rearing to lose it all again. "Does it really matter who you love?"
I stared at her.
She stared back at me, almost expecting an answer.
"There's lines, and..."
"And rules." She continued, eyes half-lidded, lazy, teasing, absolutely sexy. "I know...."
"We can't kiss in public."
"I know..."
She said, and as if to defy the very nation, kissed me.
"We can't hold hands."
"I know..."
"We can't be too close."
"Hmhm."
"Can't look at me the way you are right now."
"Uh-huh."
She smiled.
"What else can't I do in public, lil' bro?"
"There are many things I can think of." I smirked.
"Like?"
"Like..."
We were breathing into each other's faces.
Not once did I think of stopping her from pulling down the hem of my jersey and slipping her hand beneath my pants.
The slide of her bare skin down my thigh felt maddening.
And when they curled around me... God, the whole of my consciousness and reason vanished without a trace, leaving a thing filled with lust and desire and need. Not it hadn't been there before, but now she was holding me firmly, her thumb pressed against the prominent vein on my shaft.
She kissed me. Softly, deeply, warmly, tenderly, desperately, fervently—all and none of the above. She sucked and tasted and took in as much as she could until both of us were breathless, dishevelled, dazed and trembling with pure, burning want.
I'd forgotten what had been holding me back.
Wasn't sure I had anything left in me to want to hold her back.
We said there'd be nothing more than this. That even when crossing lines, there are still limits. But I didn't feel like playing around, and Mia was even more serious than I was.
"You're so big." She murmured, her voice husky, her eyes filled with awe.
Her tongue trailed from the edge of my lips. Then down, all the way across the jugular, nipping softly, teasing the hollow of my neck. She traced a line further down, to my pecs, until the fabric stopped her descent. She pursed her lips in frustration. I chuckled, breathlessly.
"Take it off." She said, eyes narrowed.
"You do it first." I challenged, sitting up a little.
"No, you do it first."
Her lips drew a beautiful smirk.
I was quick to give in. Hormones and everything. A lifetime of celibacy will make anyone jump at an opportunity, whether it'd be wise or not. My fingers had already lifted the edges of my jersey by the time my conscious thoughts had properly caught up with her request. I lifted it overhead, and she helped by yanking it off of me and throwing it behind her.
"Yes." Mia purred as she reached down and flattened her palms against my bare chest. Her fingers splayed and glided across my skin in slow, smooth strokes. "Gosh, you're so... you're so..." She gulped, not able to compute a proper word for whatever it was she struggling to describe.
"You're not forgetting something, are you?" I reminded her. Ah, here I was, willfully requesting this older sister of mine to declothe herself for my own viewing pleasure. I've become the best type of degenerate.
Mia flashed a brilliant grin. She quickly pulled the white hoodie off herself, throwing it away to her side. I couldn't even check to see where it'd fallen, as the next moment the woman's lips descended on mine again and I was forced back down.
When she pulled away to breathe, I found myself staring.
This was my first time seeing my sister like this. To be frank, and as much of an admission of depraved, immoral, and definitely moronic degeneracy as this may appear to some, but, seeing my sister half-naked atop of me, lips red, moist, skin glistening in the faint sheen of a developing sweat, wasn't the sort of view that one forgot easily.
And I wasn't at all able to feign naivete, pretend ignorance, or convince myself of my inability to control my own actions.
It was at that moment that, all things considered, this had become a point-of-no-return moment.
Even going forward.
Especially going forward.
It didn't matter what happened in the future. How we'd tackle this. Or even address it or deal with it in any logical manner.
Because, really, this had to be the singular point of our own personal endgame.
This had to be the beginning and the end of the person known as Jae-il.
My most important victory in this life, and undoubtedly my hardest downfall.
I wondered...
How hard would this bite me back in the ass in the future? I'd faced down consequences before. Had stared into the eyes of men whose lives I was about to end. Had felt the recoil of a pistol in my hand, the finality of it settling in my bones like marrow. I've always known it was a path of self-destruction. An irredeemable one. Just as I knew the consequences for even thinking of doing the unspeakable to this woman. She, who shared my DNA, my same nose, my same eyes, the same blood type. We were cut from the same cloth, a cursed one, at that.
Maybe I had been a fool all my life.
Maybe I deserved this.
Maybe it was my destiny to fall into the deepest pits of sin because I'd never really repented for what I'd done as Jair Campinho. Look at me now, Mãe. 'What kind of man I was turning into. Forgive this son of yours.'
"Jae-il." Mia beheld me. There was no smile on her face. No more tears. All that remained was determination and clarity. Her beautiful amber eyes had a particular glow in that moment. Almost unnatural. Or supernatural. Definitely unusual, but no less entrancing. "Stay still, little brother. I'm gonna make you feel reeeeal good~"
And then she began to tie her hair.
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Chapter 72: Point of No Return (NSFW)
Mia's POV:
Ever since Mia realized just exactly why her heartbeat grew faster every time her gaze fell upon her brother, she knew what this was, what she had.
There was no rational or logical method of describing these sorts of feelings, these desires, these urges to the point that, as much as Mia wished there was, the simple truth remained that there were no better words than simply calling it what it was, love, attraction.
The incestuous kind.
If her feelings of a deeper, more than platonic level towards her own sibling was not already bad enough, the realization that, among all the siblings in the entire family, the object of Mia's affection happened to be none other than the youngest, the baby, the sibling of whom her mother adored.
Perhaps the universe had been playing a cosmic joke at her, maybe. A gag to laugh at the depths of her foolishness. And an idiot, stupid, selfish bitch that she was, hadn't the courage to confront these feelings to save face, or reputation, and she had a single worst-case scenario in her head.
What if the worst-case scenario did come to pass?
Would it really change anything if her parents came to know of what their daughter and son were soon to be doing?
Jae-il lay beneath her, his sculpted upper body naked, muscles twitching and shivering. His trousers were opened wide and his manhood was free.
He was free, he had surrendered to her. And himself. No longer did the responsible brother hold her off and back away, no longer did the brilliant, incomparably bright child run away from what was happening and act surprised when he saw just how intense a heat could be—especially if stoked by her tongue.
Mia's eyes trailed every fiber of this beautiful man's body. Strong, powerful muscles sculpted by a god in the form of a professional sportsman, glistening and alive under the soft, dim light. Breathing, slowly. She had lost count of the seconds she had spent just staring at him, from the pulsating vein on the center of his neck, the protruding collarbones, to the slopes of his lean pectorals. His chest rose and fell in shallow, silent breaths, rippling with his slow movement.
She stared, far longer than would probably be comfortable, drinking it in. Drinking him in.
Her hair was tied into a messy tail, done hurriedly, and clumsily, because her hands were fucking shaking.
Mia's eyes, acting as a tourist guide for all parts Jae-il and every place she had explored until now, moved lower still to the prominent hip-lines, carved, defined. And his—
She gulped, eyes wide, tongue hanging ever so slightly out her lips. God had left no aspect of her brother's beautiful body to imagination. He had gone beyond in making sure that what should have, by all intents and purposes, not existed anywhere, was completely real.
Jae-il was fucking big.
Proud, thick, veiny—in an almost art-like way.
She wrapped her fingers around it, closing her fist around his dick as best as she could. Jae-il hissed, throbbing. Her eyes widened even further. Her lower jaw hung loose, her heart galloped madly and a sort of madness she could barely wrap her head around, filled the recesses of her being. She stroked up and down, as slow as she could.
His hands clenched, grasping the bedsheets. She saw the pulse on the vein on his neck flicker.
Mia couldn't even breathe, she was so utterly taken. Her hand twisted slightly, tugging down once again.
"Mhm..." Jae-il gave the smallest, most subdued and quiet of a moan. And it drove her mad.
She stared at his pulsing shaft, girthy and veiny and engorged.
Her hand worked her brother's throbbing arousal. She wasn't sure whose racing heartbeat could she hear, could it be hers, could it be his?
Purple-pink eyes stared down at her, wide-eyed, entranced.
As she kept stroking, working on that beautiful mast, she noted somewhere, very vaguely, very dimly, the sounds of her own muffled and shallow gasps for air.
Mia sucked in a shuddering breath, held it, and, before she could exhale and start gasping, pushed her tongue against his slit, sliding her mouth over him, sucking down to the ridge.
It was an impulse, something she instinctively and immediately found herself wanting to do. She had thought of it earlier, but now that it was in front of her, twitching, as if alive, the warmth she felt surging through it, she could not find herself wanting to wait anymore.
With an audacious and enthusiastic thrust forward, her teeth brushed against his bare dick, grazing it.
Jae-il responsed with a wince. "Careful with the teeth..." He gasped.
She lifted her upper lips and turned a reassuring, wide eyed gaze, to say sorry, and to tell him: don't worry.
They made eye contact, before she proceeded to take the full girth of her brother's thickness back into her mouth, no teeth—a bit more careful this time.
She opened her jaw, making the rest of it fit and sink into the deep, hot, wet cave that was her mouth, sliding over her tongue. Jae-il watched as she began to bob her head up and down while holding the hilt of his cock with a hand, keeping it firmly in place, not that it could possibly go anywhere.
This time, her teeth only grazed ever so gently over his veined cock, almost completely innocently. Once he confirmed there was no risk of any puncturing of flesh, he threw his head back once more and moaned. Hearing that heavenly sound rumble in the back of his throat, Mia started to suckle with more enthusiasm, using both hands and her mouth at the same time, determined to taste his orgasm.
A glistening film of saliva soon sheathed his flesh, some of which gathered in droplets at the corners of her lips only to trickle down his length with each downward bob, a trail that she would hungrily clean away with a wicked curl of her tongue on her next pass.
It was her first time giving a blowjob.
In fact, it was her first time doing anything sexual, and yet it somehow made sense to her. How, she had no idea. The only thing she could fathom was how utterly satisfying this action made her feel.
How utterly drunk.
Euphoric.
Sense-numbing and nerve-rending at the same time.
"Noona..."
"Hmm?" She looked up at him, slowly shuffling beneath the blankets, until her head peeked through from beneath the white sheet. A lump of darkness where only the hint of her eyes could be seen. A large, engorging cock and its slit poking at her mouth. She lifted his member, guiding it upwards, laying a chaste kiss over its sensitive top. She dragged her lips over its sides, feeling him.
"Damn it, Noona..."
The breathlessness and gritting of his words made her whimper softly, her thighs pressing together instinctively. She had not even touched herself, she'd only sucked him—was this what she'd been missing out on? Why, now that she finally had tasted a bit of this kind of sex, had she denied herself for so long? It was like the best food in the world had been placed right next to her and she had starved it.
"What's wrong, Jae-il? You wanna come? Then come."
She unfurled her long, rosy tongue, and let a copious amount of saliva drip off its tip. The glimmering thread coated his throbbing cock like frosting.
His breath hitched and she smiled. When her warm tongue was once again glued to his slick shaft, it became obvious why, his head had swollen twice its size, his scrotum drawn tight.
She gasped at its size, or length, or just the overwhelming heat. Then, with her hand, she jacked him. A slow build-up that gained momentum with each stroke of her tight grasp. "Jae-il, say something. Is it good?" Her tone was in equal parts teasing, curious, and concerned.
After all, she had never done anything like this. What was the appropriate way to have done it anyway, beyond imitating the stuff she watched online.
"Hmhm..." He huffed, and the cock before her flexed. She continued pumping him. Her fist twisting up and down. A 'schlik' sound reached her ears every time she did it. "You're doing great, Noona. It feels really good."
His breathing had become ragged, his eyes an intense shade of dilated purple. He slightly lifted the hem of the sheets to look at her better, to behold the degenerate sight of his older sister with his cock between her lips, her tongue swivelling and pirouetting all over him.
She wondered what went through his head as he stared at her. Her long tongue flattened against the underside of his mast. His bulbous tip resting on her forehead.
"Faster, Noona." Jae-il growled, teeth baring a dangerous, wild set of canines. Like her own pair. "Faster."
She grinned at him.
His hand came to rest on her head, fingers digging grooves into her hair, almost untying her ponytail as his palm flatly held her in place.
And she didn't protest in the slightest. Just obediently obeyed, sucking, twisting her tongue, and bobbing her head up and down, back, and forth, in the most uncoordinated, lewd and sloppy, messy, obscene blowjob she could've ever imagined.
"God..." Jae-il breathed out. "Your mouth is hot..."
Mia held back the tiny little smirk and went further down on his shaft. His crown slid past the back of her tongue, briefly triggering an unexpected gag before her esophagus and jaw relaxed enough that she didn't puke all over his dick. She started stroking him at a more frantic rhythm. He flexed in her grip. She pushed her tongue down as she impaled herself on him.
He groaned. By then, her panties were already soaked. It was raining down there, seriously.
A soft whine reverberated from deep in her chest and his grip grew tighter, holding her steady so he could fuck the back of her mouth. She had no experience in giving head and if she were honest with herself she couldn't say this was the most pleasurable thing ever, but his ragged breaths and the sheer pleasure contorting his features were a sight that sent tingling, molten flames through her core. His hips jerked up with urgency, almost as if he were making a last-minute run and the goal was empty. Her throat protested with each brutal, spittle flying buck of his hips.
Yet, the more she found herself on the receiving end of such abuse, the more she grew to like the sensation of him losing absolute control within the tight confines of her mouth.
Ah...
'I'm so fucking horny... fuck my mouth real good, little bro...'
Her eyes were splayed wide open. A maniac grin would've split her features wide open if not for Jae-il jackhammering her mouth, relentlessly.
"Ghhkkk~♥"
"Gkghhh~♥"
"Aghhkk~♥"
The twitching of his manhood reached new heights and she instinctively tried to pull back, her brain panicking, but her brother wouldn't let her.
Mia knew what was about to happen. She thought she was prepared.
Nothing prepared a girl for what happens when an animal-like sound comes rumbling forth from her lover. Her brother.
His shaft lurched. Veins pulsed. He took hold of her hair.
It jutted, throbbed, and jerked as thick gouts of seed erupted right at the back of her throat. She froze as her nostrils were filled with his thick musky smell, she blinked, mouth widening for a second, almost coughing, choking on it.
Fighting back a second reflexive gag, she stayed and drank his seed.
Swallow it down.
Swallow it, don't spill—Mia repeated like a mantra.
She blinked off the tears in eyes. Jae-il cursed above her, groaning and wheezing, and, unable to keep her throat around him any longer without losing half his cum to a spittle or chokes, she pulled her head back, giving a firm suck on her way out.
Her lips audibly popped off his crown and with a sharp intake, she closed her lips, desperately attempting to keep everything in, everything his.
Then, as she struggled for air, a trickle spilled past her lips and dripped down his member to his balls. Her lips burned.
It didn't take long for her to begin wondering how in the hell was she expected to manage swallowing so much cum in the first place? She blinked again, tears welling up. A hand touched her cheek. She looked at Jae-il, who had sat up, holding her face.
With the other, he gently put his thumb on her swollen lips, keeping them shut and sealed. He gave her this damn, half-lidded, attractive smile, and she was just compelled to force the damn torrent down her stomach.
The column of her throat bobbed up and down, forcefully.
And her sore mouth was finally relieved
Of the constant pressure that had strained it.
She collapsed on him, sweat coating her back, tears prickling her eyes.
"I can't believe I've done this..." Mia mumbled against his chest. "I can't believe we've just fucking done this, holy fucking shit, we actually did this... we just had—"
"Mia Noona." The depth of his voice interrupted her train of thought as her name dropped out his lips in an almost whisper.
She felt, rather than saw him shift underneath her.
Jae-il pushed her. Forced her back down where he'd been moments ago. Her arms went above her head.
His cock was still standing, showing that a footballer's stamina wasn't limited to the field only. Its tip glimmered with leftover semen and no small amount of her own drool.
She grunted, flailed. Her bottom lip jutted a little. She had wanted to hug him after coming, no? Cuddle for a few moments. All the softness of a lovely post-coital period of affection.
She didn't get any of that, and a strangled whine pushed past her lips the moment her back thumped against the mattress. Her heart hammered, her cheeks reddening.
"W-What are you—"
"No, no." A shake of his head. "You don't get to speak. Not right now. So please, Noona, kindly shut the fuck up."
"Huh…"
She blinked.
Jae-il loomed over her, his sweaty, enticing and slightly sticky naked chest directly before her. His bulky shoulders shifted, her own, narrower ones swallowed up by his biceps on either side.
Their gaze connected and her breathing paused. "Stay still, Noona." The corners of his lips went up. "I want to try something."
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Chapter 73: Point of No Return II (NSFW)
Mia's POV:
Try. That didn't sound foreboding. Nor threatening.
But there was just no way... no way could it... not really...?
And before she could guess, confirm, or even object to it, he was on her lips.
Kissing, full-blown, mouth-to-mouth, and a thousand butterflies and a raging whirlwind were let loose inside her stomach, all at once, in a catastrophic clash of wind, wings and madness, Mia shivered, shuddered, then convulsed in utter delight.
A toe-curling, knee-buckling kind of delight. Her first kiss was one of the things to cross the list tonight.
Oh my, my, my—how fucking filthy can this boy make me...
Her lips had become slack in surprise, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly as he pecked and sucked on her bottom lip, then slipped his tongue inside her mouth.
He moved, brushed, his lips grazing hers with the insistence of tidewater testing a stubborn shore. She gasped, and the air was stolen from her lungs.
Mia breathed hard through her nostrils, pushing up, rubbing her tongue back, gasping with each stroke, opening her mouth, relishing the feeling of her skin going electric, from the base of her toes to the very tip of her tongue, sending crackling sensations deep, deep into the farthest recesses of her abdomen. She realized that it felt as though the flames she'd put out between her legs were threatening to return, perhaps more raging than before.
As much as she returned fire, this was Mia's first time reciprocating such an intense kiss. A French one, as far as she knew. At first she felt uncoordinated, weird, completely clueless and her confidence vanished, especially when she managed to scrape her teeth against his—only for the guy to grunt, deepen the kiss and cup her cheek with his palm.
Then, almost as quickly as his mouth descended upon hers, he was pulling back. Leaving her floundering for him to return.
The only clue their tongues had ever met in one singular forbidden point, was the flimsy bridge of saliva that dribbled down from the corners of their mouths, down to her jaw and chin.
Jae-il licked all of it off, slowly, with the tip of his tongue, scooping it up to his own lips, before wiping it off with a thumb. She panted, looking up at him in a daze. The scent of sex still lingered in the air and Mia couldn't help but notice Jae-il hadn't tucked himself away yet.
His length rested against her thigh, more than ready to continue what had happened a minute before. Then this damned brother of hers latched onto her neck, lips kissing and nipping the spot behind her ear. And she belatedly realized just how sensitive a place that was.
"Haah... haah..."
The slightest, most fleeting graze of teeth sent her abdominal muscles into frenetic spasms.
"Oh, Jae-il..." Mia moaned, eyes going wide, knees curling.
Jae-il dropped an evil little laugh, eyes half-lidding dangerously. He put a hand over the band of her jeans, playfully snapping it against her skin.
"Off. Let's see those thighs. Can't have a lazy sister."
"Cheeky brat." Mia grumbled, grinning.
And began taking it off. She tugged it down, struggling due to how tight-fitting her denim trousers were. "Help, please?"
He scoffed. But despite his rolling of the eyes he proceeded to yank them all the way down with no mercy to the older girl's lower-back region. Or maybe to make her give the funniest damn squeak. She should've known better, though.
With her tight, wet and perfectly-fit denim jeans fully down on the floor, now all she was wearing were black panties. A light, breathable thing of lace.
Jae-il stopped for a moment, staring at her glistening, creamy thighs, and the dainty bit of her core that peeked from beyond the edges. He merely stared, with something akin to reverence. Awe.
"W-What?!"
She blushed.
"Nothing, Noona. You just... look great. Like always. Puts anything I've ever seen to shame."
Mia laughed weakly, though inwardly pleased.
"Flatterer."
"Truther."
Her snark died immediately, dissolving into a gentle moan when his palm found the curve of her left hip, following along the roundness until it reached the dimple at the end of her ass, teasing the hem of her black undies. And the feeling of being unable to focus because of one simple, light, barely there caress, was completely surreal.
When he pressed his palm against the wet slit, only the thin cotton underwear separating their flesh, her world narrowed to only him and the shocking need for her hips to press up and grind him harder. A finger pulled the soaked underwear to the side. He leaned in, inhaling. Mia had never had anyone this intimate before and feeling his breath against her hot, soaked core brought another thrill altogether.
"What do we have here?" Jae-il's gaze slid down her body like warm oil. They narrowed into a lazy, absolutely sexy way. He dipped a finger through the slick mess between her thighs, lifted it to the light, and let it glisten. She bit back a moan. "Christ, Noona. Look at this mess you've made. Dripping for me. For your little brother."
The word brother continued rolling off his tongue, playfully, like he was trying to remind her the terrible nature of her desire.
"Would it be so wrong?" He went on, leaning in until his breath ghosted over her swollen clit. Shit. "To spread these pretty legs and let me taste how sweet my sister gets when she's desperate?"
And the fact that he just stroked her folds with his tongue, giving the faintest, ghost-of-a-lick—it just about fucking did it. She groaned in an almost inhuman way.
She grabbed and clutched the pillow beneath her, eyes so wide and bloodshot the pupils were about the size of two dots.
Jae-il licked her clitoris with the utmost of care. And Mia's limbs started shaking like jelly. She choked a gurgled sound as an all-new lightning shot across the dark cave that was the inside of her thighs.
Her eyes widened, body locking up when she looked down and noticed just how close and intimate his face was to her exposed womanhood. Then another pass over the clitoral nub, a firmer and deliberate lick, and she released a shaky exhale, fingers digging, tearing into the soft cushion beneath.
"Hng—" She grabbed one of the pillows and bit down onto it, hiding her face, her shame. Her fifteen year old little brother was right there in front of her, using his tongue on her. On. Her. Tongue and lips latched over her wetness, lips sucking up the slickness seeping through her sopping, tight pussy. And it felt fucking divine.
A firm and abrupt penetration startled a yelp right out her, her eyes winking closed. The realization, a sudden, deeply satisfying, almost orgasmic realization, that her little brother was in her, right fucking there, fingers knuckle-deep inside of her, was nearly too much to bear.
He pushed the foreskin in-between his middle finger, drawing a whiny, tortured moan from the woman's lips as he then rotated his fingers, rolling his digit inside of her in circles. Mia could only hang onto dear life and let this mad man touch her. It didn't last long, however, for Jae-il retracted his finger, sucking it clean of her slickness. "Sweet."
Mias's breathing was unsteady, coming in bursts of vapor.
Her hips began to twitch with an unsteady rhythm and she could feel herself getting close. With her lips and tongue parted open and her brow furrowed into concentration she began panting as the knot of fire in the depths of her abdomen tightened.
Jae-il took another inhale of her aroused scent and Mia could feel her toes clench. Then he picked up speed, pressing firmly against her vaginal opening, the new angle and increased pace pushing her head back and driving her eyes shut, moaning low in her throat.
In a series of sudden, jolting and deep-shifting motions of her brother's finger, Mia realized the rising feeling was coming back, fuller force, her core and limbs tingling with electric buzzing sensations, all converging on her clit, her belly.
"O-Oh my God...! Jae-il... ahh... ahnnnng~~"
The stimulation reached a fever-pitch. She gasped, eyes going wide open. Her knees slammed hard against each other, locking Jae-il's head in a suffocating, plushy and wet prison he was more than willing to live and die within.
She grabbed his hair, harshly, and smushed his face against her slit.
When the crest of it finally arrived, it washed all the tension right out her limbs and all the remaining strength was blown out, as if a rope holding the tension in her body had just been cut.
The air had completely evaporated from her lungs and, unable to draw in a single, necessary, replenishing, desperately-craved breath, Mia's mouth fell open. "..."
Euphoric waves rolled through the innermost creases of her labia.
He slowly licked at her, coaxing the aftershocks and intensifying the rush until her eyes went unfocused, droplets escaping her eyes and trailing down her flushed cheeks. She went boneless.
Her head sagged over the cushion behind her head.
Withdrawing himself, Jae-il had that self satisfied, smug little look in his eye.
Like the cat that caught the canary.
Mia opened her arms. With all the grace of a limp and nearly unconscious ragdoll. She breathed in and out, short and erratic. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling, her chest rising and falling, until it settled on a more even pace.
She felt so wet and sticky.
"What should we do about this?"
Came Jae-il's voice, holding edges of confusion and hesitation. Mia sat up slightly, on her elbows, and stared at her brother's hard-on, reborn from the ashes of his previous orgasm. The damn thing was pointed straight at her wet cunt. He wasn't holding it. His penis decided on its own to look at her entrance and not divert the stare.
She let a hoarse, chuckle escape her lips.
It felt sort of comedic, as well, just how damn well-endowed he was. In every damn way possible, it seemed.
"You want to fuck me?" She said, unthinkingly, blurting out her thoughts with no filter.
His eyes widened. He was all flirtatious a few minutes ago, saying the dirtiest of things, but, at the mention of crossing that particular line, it seemed his more practical mind came to the surface and gave a second of hesitation.
"This was fine and all, and fun, very, extremely fun." He hummed, not looking away from her abused, thoroughly eaten-out pussy. "I mean... we got so far... you think we should?"
Mia would've said yes without hesitation. It's what she had been craving for so long. Now that she'd tasted him, she wouldn't mind just outright getting fucked. It was by sheer force of will and strong self-restraint, though, that she stopped the insane words from coming out of her lips and had a tiny moment of pause, trying to properly assess what her gut told her, rather than listening to the insanity going on inside the back of her head. "I mean..." She blinked. "Should we?"
They stared at each other.
"..."
"..."
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