I Want To Have Sex With Your Sister Again

Park A-young hurriedly avoided my gaze.

She lowered her head, her eyes darting downward, only to sneak another glance at me before flinching and looking away again, repeating the cycle.

Park A-young didn't know what to do.

Her slightly parted lips had long since pressed together in a pout, but her trembling pupils kept shaking like an earthquake.

"...."

"...."

A quiet standoff continued.

Though, standoff wasn't really the right word.

Park A-young was too busy frantically avoiding my eyes, while I just watched her with leisurely amusement.

"…Ah, why… why do you keep staring at me like that…?"

Her voice was whiny.

Then, she puffed up her cheeks.

The deep red blush on her face was especially noticeable—so much so that I kind of wanted to poke it with my finger.

"Don't you need birth control? Oh, wait, is it because you're on your safe day or something?"

"…Wh-wha—what the hell are you saying?!"

Park A-young shrieked.

The blush that had been faint before now spread even wider across her face.

"Don't you remember?"

"I—I was drunk! I was drunk, okay?! I don't—I don't know what the hell you're talking about right now!"

"Ah… so you're going with the 'I was drunk, so I don't remember' angle?"

"It's—It's not an angle! I really don't remember!!"

She somehow managed to piece together my half-finished words like a ghost.

Park A-young, her face still burning red, was too busy huffing and puffing to herself.

"J-Just shut up already, will you?!"

She let out a high-pitched shriek.

Her voice filled the cramped motel room.

"Hmm… Hng…"

"Eeek!"

Park Eun-ji shifted slightly in her sleep, making Park A-young jump in fright.

"If Eun-ji wakes up… you'll be in even more trouble, noona."

I pulled the blanket that had slipped halfway down back up to Park Eun-ji's chin.

"…And if you really don't remember…"

"Wh-what?"

"Then I'll just have to make you remember."

"…Wh-what the—get away! Get away from me!"

The distance between us kept shrinking.

Since we'd been tangled together just this morning, this closeness didn't feel entirely unfamiliar.

"Y-You called me Eun-ji!!"

"…Huh?"

"L-Last night… in the early morning… you called me Eun-ji…!"

Park A-young's flushed face twisted into an indignant pout.

"…So I even switched places on purpose… b-but you—you knew all along, didn't you?!"

Our faces were so close they were almost touching.

And it seemed like Park A-young's memories were finally coming back.

"Well, obviously…"

My hand reached out.

"Hah—hnng!"

Soft, plush boobs pressed into my palm.

Even compared to Park Eun-ji's, they were undeniably small.

Squish—!

"Wh-What the hell are you doing—?!"

Park A-young quickly covered her chest with her hands.

But that wasn't enough—she even pulled her knees up to block my view entirely.

"Up we go."

"W-Wait! P-Put me down!!"

But she was already in the perfect position for me to scoop her up.

One arm wrapped around her back, the other slid under her knees, lifting her effortlessly.

"Stay still. I said I'd put you down."

"Damn it! I—I said let me go!!"

She was light.

Again, nothing like Park Eun-ji.

I couldn't help but chuckle—maybe it was because of the difference in boob size.

"D-Don't laugh! I said put me down!!"

I tightened my grip as she squirmed.

Her body was warm, almost like a hand warmer, heat radiating off her skin.

"Wait. I will put you down."

"Then—hurry up!!"

Embarrassment—that was definitely it.

Park A-young's face was burning red with shame.

Thud—

Just because she was light didn't mean carrying her forever was comfortable.

I sat down on the small, probably two-person sofa pressed against the wall.

"Haaah…"

"…Wh-What is this…? I—I said down… put me down…!"

Park A-young's ass naturally settled onto my thighs.

Her legs stretched out over the armrests, leaving her half-sprawled across the sofa.

"…Let me go. I said let me go…!"

She whined, her face still twisted in discomfort as she avoided my eyes.

"Remember everything now?"

"…Y-You already know! S-So just…!"

Her words trailed off.

Her lips, slightly parted, glistened under the light.

"Eeek—Hnng!"

I slid my hands under her armpits and lifted her up, forcing her to face me.

"…Wh-What are you doing?! S-Stop it…!"

She was on full alert now.

Her hands pressed against my shoulders, trying to keep distance between us.

"…You said it was your first time last night, but you were actually—"

"Ahh—Shut up! Shut up!!"

Her fists, which had been soft like cotton, suddenly turned fierce as they pounded against my chest.

Thud! Thud!

Even as the sound echoed, her wriggling ass rubbed against my hardening dick.

"You've still got energy to spare, huh?"

"Ugh—Hah… L-Let go…! I said let go…!"

I was used to being hit.

But that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

"You're just gonna keep hitting me."

"…Then—Then let go already…! If you don't, I—I'll really… scream…!"

A very Park A-young-style threat.

If it were Park Eun-ji, she'd have already beaten the hell out of me with everything she had.

Even though they were sisters, they were so different.

They looked alike, but the differences between them were far greater.

"Eeek—Ahh!"

I groped her soft ass.

Then, sliding my hand into her pants, I whispered:

"Scream if you want. But if Eun-ji wakes up… you'll have to explain why we're like this… and why we had sex last—"

"I said shut up!!"

"Ghk—Cough…!"

Her small hands wrapped around my throat.

But her grip was weak, her positioning awkward—it didn't even properly choke me.

"Hmm… that's not how you choke someone."

"Wh-What…?"

"…Your pussy squeezes just fine, but this is—hng… haah…"

"…Sh-Shut up…! What if Eun-ji hears you?! Why do you keep saying this stuff…?!"

Park A-young's clumsy choking hands instead moved to cover my mouth.

She glared at me.

But with her eyes all scrunched up, it just looked cute.

The palm pressed against my lips was just soft, warm skin.

Lick, lick.

"Eek—D-Don't do that!!"

I licked her palm, tracing the creases with my tongue.

"Ah—S-Stop! I—I'm serious!!"

She finally yanked her hand away.

Then stared blankly at her own palm, now slick with my saliva.

"Who do you think is being louder here?"

"…Y-You're the one who—ah! G-Get your hands out…!"

Her soft flesh gave easily under my touch.

The rough fabric of her panties brushing against my fingers only turned me on more.

My hardening dick pressed insistently against her ass.

"Ah… fuck…"

"Hah… haaah…"

I buried my face between her boobs.

Warm, pillowy softness—it felt so good I couldn't help but smile.

"…J-Joking around is one thing, but… s-stop… stop already…!"

But we were way past joking around.

The memories from this morning tickled at my chest, making my heart race.

"If Eun-ji really wakes up—ah! D-Don't take it off!!"

Her loose shirt was yanked up in an instant.

And the bra covering her boobs was flipped up just as quickly.

"…Kim Do-hyun. I—I'm serious… We can't do this…!"

She tried to reason with me, calm and composed—but there was no way she could stop me now, not when I was already hard.

"Move your hands."

"…No. Just stop—hnng!"

She stubbornly covered her chest with her hands.

But if her hands were busy, all I had to do was grope somewhere else.

Slap—!

"Kim Do-hyun! Are you—Are you really going to keep doing this?! I'm telling you to stop!"

"Yep~ I'm gonna keep doing it."

"Ah, please! D-Don't…! We can't do this…!"

She'd tried reasoning with me more than once.

But I had no intention of listening.

For Park A-young, this was nothing but trouble.

"I want to have sex with you again, noona. We'll think about the rest later."

We can't do this—that was what she kept saying.

Probably because of Park Eun-ji.

I didn't bother denying it.

I didn't correct her misunderstandings.

"Y-You're insane… How are you—How are we supposed to face Eun-ji after this—ah! Hnng!"

I slid my hand between her ass cheeks.

Pushing her panties aside, I pressed a finger against her entrance.

Soft, plush flesh met my fingertips.

Her pussy lips were tender, already slick with wetness.

"…You're wet?"

"N-No I'm not!!"

A fierce denial.

Even though my fingers were clearly coated in her juices, Park A-young's face burned as she insisted otherwise.

"Then did you pee your—"

"Th-That's not it either!!"

For someone who'd been worried about Eun-ji waking up, her reactions were way too loud.

Squelch, squelch—

"Hah! Ah—Hnng! S-Stop… Eeek!"

My fingers slid into her slick, sticky walls.

Her warm insides clenched around me, pulsing as they greedily swallowed my fingers.

"Ah—Fuck…! S-Stop…!"

Her moans were music to my ears.

But we were far from done.

I had every intention of making her remember everything.