Side Story 2 – 09
It was a command. Feeling a strange heat bloom lower in my belly, I obeyed my brother. His long, thick fingers slowly parted my labia and entered. A familiar pleasure caused me to close my eyes and moan softly.
“Ah… Hup…”
I felt his fingers slowly entering and withdrawing from the tightly constricted space behind me. It seemed like two had entered at once. The aftereffects of yesterday still lingered, leaving my insides soft and pliable, yielding to his fingers as they stretched and spread me open.
“Ugh, there, ah…! Good…”
“Aren’t you going to suck my dick? You were so eager a while ago.”
“Don’t say that, please… Ugh…!”
A mischievous fingertip poked a certain prominent point. An electric shock shot up my spine, making me arch my back.
“Ah, ah ah! Ah! Hwit, ah! Eung… Euhp…!”
His hand, moving back and forth like during intercourse, pressed down on that spot for a long time. My legs went weak, and I almost collapsed, but Saheon hyung instead shoved another finger inside. My ragged breaths escaped.
“H, hu-aaah…! Eung…! Ung…!”
The pleasure, like a jolt to the brain, was exquisite. This intimate act, one I would never share with anyone else, a connection only with Saheon hyung, brought a profound sense of fulfillment. My lower body, relaxed enough to easily accommodate three fingers, twitched.
“Can I put it in?”
“U, eung… Yes…”
The fingers that had filled me slowly withdrew. My breath hitched as I felt the inside still gaping, unable to close immediately. I lifted my torso from the prone position; my lower back felt weak.
Then I noticed something I hadn’t realized before. Saheon hyung, leaning against the headboard, and I made eye contact in the vanity mirror across the bed. Of course, I also saw my own disheveled state.
My flushed cheeks, the stray strands of hair clinging to my sweat-dampened forehead, my open mouth panting – the image of someone who had just engaged in sexual activity was unmistakable.
Saheon hyung, who had been observing this entire spectacle in the mirror without a word, was infuriating. The interviewer-interviewee dynamic shattered in an instant. When I huffed and turned around, Saheon hyung chuckled.
“Noticed?”
“…Did you know?”
“I’ve known since a million years ago.”
Saheon hyung, still smirking at my triangular eyes, pushed me further down. Moving on my knees as he intended, I was horrified by his next words.
“Do it from on top. You’re incredibly sexy right now.”
I’d experienced being on top many times, but I still preferred the missionary position. While he’d said I could move as much as I wanted, his rough thrusts drove him deeper, and the intense stimulation left me exhausted afterward.
Still, I considered the cowgirl position acceptable. But if I turned my back, he wouldn’t see my face. Preferring face-to-face positions, I suspected his request might be because of that mirror.
“…You’re such a pervert, hyung.”
I muttered, but still grasped his dick. I carefully guided the glans into the completely relaxed opening, swallowing hard. The act of inserting it felt a little daunting.
However, despite my psychological reservations, my insides eagerly welcomed the familiar organ. My lips parted slightly as I felt myself begin to open, and I noticed Saheon hyung’s gaze intently fixed on my reflection in the mirror.
“…Don’t look.”
“Okay. I should be looking at my dick.”
“Don’t, don’t look there either!”
Considering where his dick was positioned, that statement was tantamount to declaring he would openly stare at my ass. Saheon hyung’s lips curved into a gentle smile.
“Can’t I look at my own?”
“No.”
“Yes, yes.”
Having received a surprisingly compliant answer, I checked the mirror again. As expected, he hadn’t kept his word. I decided it would be easier to just not look, closing my eyes tightly and focusing on the large, thick dick entering me.
“H, euu… Eung…”
But that didn’t last long. Saheon hyung started whistling in a blatant act of teasing. I glared at his reflection in the mirror, my eyes narrowed in anger. He rolled his eyes away, whistling a Mickey Mouse tune. I was speechless.
After giving him another warning glare, I put my weight on my knees. The half-inserted dick filled my inner walls. The feeling of his organ pressing against the prominent point inside always made my head spin. Taking a deep breath, I began to move slowly up and down.
“…Ah, eung, ah…”
As I moved up and down, gripping his firm thighs, I felt him pushing deeper and deeper inside. The sensation of him reaching areas my fingers couldn’t reach made me arch my head and moan.
“Haah, good…”
“Good?”
“Yes, eung…”
Too scared to fully insert myself, I timidly moved my hips, teasing the areas that felt good. Even that was enough to evoke a familiar pleasure, a hazy warmth spreading through me. The tingling sensation gradually intensified my arousal.
I moved up and down normally, then cautiously rotated my hips. I enjoyed the feeling of him filling me from different angles.
“U, hwit, ah… Hyung, good, good…”
“You’re playing with yourself quite well.”
Saheon hyung, casually throwing out a mischievous remark, lightly thrust his hips upward. His large dick immediately went all the way in. The sudden opening made me cry out softly, clutching his thighs.
“Ah! Ah ah! H, ah…!”
My head spun. The rapid penetration felt bloated in my lower abdomen. I instinctively clutched my stomach, and I heard Saheon hyung grit his teeth.
I quickly looked up and saw his reflection in the mirror, his eyes slightly unfocused. But by the time I sensed the danger, it was too late.
“Ah! Ut! Ah ah! Too, uat, deep, deep… Ah!”
“Deep?”
Saheon hyung simply mimicked my words. The deep penetration, which showed no sign of easing, made me lose my balance, and I stumbled, searching for support. Familiar hands wrapped around my waist.
As his large hands suddenly gripped my hips, I involuntarily flinched and arched my back.
“Ugh…!”
Saheon hyung let out a low moan and paused his movements. I gasped for breath, trying to relax my stiff body.
Being on top allowed me to control the intensity of pleasure, but the downside was that this control often wasn’t maintained. I stammered an order to him.
“S, slowly. I’ll do it.”
Saheon hyung smirked, as if daring me to try. He pushed his glasses back up his nose and resumed his interviewer’s tone.
“Should I give you extra points for your proactive attitude? Where did you learn this? From a pimp?”
I didn’t know how long he’d keep bringing that up. Annoyed, I slapped his thigh, and he whined, “Ouch.” Smoothing my furrowed brow, I cautiously started moving again.
His sudden action had stretched my insides to their limit. He was deeper than usual, and I could only lightly move my hips.
“Mmm, h-eu, haah… Eung…”
His large hand, which had been gripping my hips, slowly stroked the inside of my thighs towards my groin. His thumb caressed the area between my waist and buttocks. The heat quickly spread through my body.
My timid movements, teasing the sensitive areas, became bolder as pleasure ignited. I rubbed myself back and forth, then moved up and down like when he thrust deeply. I was embarrassed by my own loud, wanton moans, but my body, already familiar with the pleasure of sex, couldn’t stop.
“Ah! H-eu, ah! Good, ah, eung!”
“Haah, good?”
“Yes, eung, ut!”
Saheon hyung, who had been relatively obedient, thrust upward from below, driving himself into areas I hadn’t felt before. My waist arched involuntarily. A moan, almost a scream, escaped my lips.
“Ah, ah-heuk! Ut, slowly, ah!”
“This isn’t torture, haah, not at all.”
Saheon hyung muttered discontentedly and rose. His hand, which had been on my waist, pulled me closer, deepening the coupling. Only ragged breaths escaped my parted lips.
He changed his position, kneeling, and pressed his lips to my ear. A soft kiss, kiss. Sweet kisses landed on my earlobe, neck, and shoulder. Each time his lips touched me, my hairs stood on end.
“Just watching is frustrating.”
“…Ugh! Ah!”
A large hand suddenly grabbed my breast. I flinched at his painful grip on my sensitive skin, and Saheon hyung continued kissing my neck, tormenting my nipple.
“Th, that, I don’t like, a-euk…!”
“Why? Too sensitive?”
He slowly began to thrust. The force was different from when I moved myself, pushing me forward. Saheon hyung held my waist with one hand and fondled my nipple with the other.
A strange heat rose from my chest, and the deep penetration, almost like a butt-fuck, made my mind hazy.
“H, eung! Ah! A-ut! Ah!”
Usually, in this position, I could hold onto a wall or the headboard to prevent myself from falling, but the precariousness of relying entirely on him felt dangerous. I buried my head in his shoulder and thrashed, and he pressed his lips to mine.
Our tongues intertwined and rubbed against each other before separating, and a choked moan escaped between our teeth. Tears welled up in my eyes and streamed down my cheeks. Saheon hyung kissed my tear-stained cheeks, licking away the tears, and whispered.
“Mirror.”
Author: Hyacinthus B
Hyacinthus
