Chapter 280 – IF Abduction. Older Sister Kim Winter, Younger Brother Kim Ga-Eul (23)
Kim Winter’s lips.
Kim Winter’s Breath.
The warmth of winter.
“… Huh… , Eup…”
Preoccupied with coveting that sweet honey, the lost hand wanders in the air and finds a place to stay only after holding hands with its sister.
The hand that was awkwardly tying her hair now realizes where it should be and inserts a pod into her sister’s remaining hand.
I leave all my weight to my sister,
My sister also puts all the responsibility on me.
So cunning as to be nasty.
Carry only what you can carry.
Leave it all to me
“Yes… , Chuu…”
Because the burden is too heavy,
I can’t see my sister’s face in my eyes.
All I see is pitch black darkness.
I just feel it.
Just taste it
What kind of taste is she
What kind of taste
“… Fah… Ha…”
A transparent thread connects, and the breathing that seemed to stop slowly rushes into my head.
My vision, which had been dark, brightens, and my eyes see her lips, which were greedily devoured.
To the extent that it would be foolish to distinguish it from someone’s saliva,
Lips glistening in the unromantic fluorescent light.
Those cheeks that were flushed red as if drunk.
My sister’s eyes melted with moisture.
Look at me
“… Kim Ga-eul.”
“… Why, Kim Winter.”
My last name spills out from between my sticky lips.
Autumn Kim.
You are Kim Winter.
Same surname.
It’s not because it’s common
The first letter is the same because they are siblings.
“… I like it because I stole my sister’s first kiss… ?”
“… Uh.”
I spit at the unchanging first letter.
To get dirty
You are nothing
It soils what she has been pulling and brushing her hair.
Seeing that gruesome sight,
“… Then steal the second one too.”
“…”
“… Hurry… , Huh…”
My sister drooled over it with her excited face.
I want you to taste me a little more.
That soft, sweet,
He asked me to bite into his fresh, mint-scented lips.
I long for a first name, not my last name.
“Chewup… , Yes…”
Hand grips that do not fall off even when they become sticky with sweat.
Tongues that stick and fall dozens of times to find the end of each other.
Not satisfied with the tip alone, the tip of the tongue gradually tries to indulge each other.
Because they are not used to each other, their teeth often clash.
It’s clumsy, it’s not enough.
Fresh kiss.
But,
A kiss that shouldn’t be.
“Town… , Huh… Ha… Ha…”
“… Winter Kim.”
“… Autumn…”
A gaze that shouldn’t have been sticky.
A thin thread that has become sticky.
My sweaty palms clung to me.
“I like you.”
“…”
A word that I swallowed down my throat over and over again.
“… I’m not saying you’re my brother.”
“…”
That sentence I wanted to deny over and over again.
“… I know you can’t, but… I don’t think so. Everyday. I think I will die.”
“… Do you like your sister?”
“Uh.”
Several times in the future
Words that need to be repeated.
“… Hey, Autumn.”
“Uh.”
“Every time you went to the pool with your sister, did your heart race?”
“… You know.”
“If you put on a swimsuit and hug me, . . . What were you thinking?”
“… I think you shouldn’t.”
“… Is that why you like her?”
“No, something like that.”
How many times from now on
The original mind that needs to be vomited out.
“Then… , Why?”
“Because you are my sister.”
“You’re not like my sister. Me.”
“So good.”
I don’t want to hand it over to anyone
I don’t want to show it to anyone
Melted eyeballs.
“… Then, autumn.”
“Uh.”
“If I said I would be your older sister for the rest of my life… , Are you okay?”
“… It already is.”
“… Don’t mean that.”
Those eyes that only I can see.
Untie the wet and slippery grips,
Soft hands tugging at the nape of my neck.
A sweet mucous membrane that touches the tongue.
“… In this sense. Only up to here. … Can you stand it?”
Lips falling straight.
With that pale face,
My sister’s eyes staring at me resolutely.
“If you don’t think so… , Tell me. … How far do you want it?”
How far do I want
Vomit it all and scold,
Sister’s voice.
“…”
Seeing my trembling hands, my sister’s shoulder trembled as well.
I stopped for a moment when I saw the finger gradually pointing to my cheek,
My sister’s body trembled as she crossed her jawline and touched her collarbone.
“… Thing… Until?”
“…”
Let’s put a finger in the clothes,
My older sister’s nose stopped breathing.
Mouth.
Wet eyes.
“… Sister.”
“…”
Pull out her fingers,
Let’s put it lightly on a piece of cloth,
My sister’s chest sank low as she let out a breath that had stopped.
“… Little bit more.”
“…”
A little further down there,
Let’s bring it to the belly fat that has tormented me every time,
My sister’s breasts swell greatly once again.
“…”
Pick up the hem of your t-shirt,
Every time she stretches sparsely, she reveals her navel that had been stepped on in her eyes,
Bare her ribs, barely outlined,
As white as her pale skin,
Beautifully,
She reveals her sister’s breasts, which are carefully hidden by her bra.
“… Sister.”
“…”
It’s no different from the swimsuit we used to wear at the pool we went to together.
So rich,
Soft,
Wanting to touch
I realized it every time I went to sleep.
Those soft curves that fill her eyes fill my brain.
In the desire to overflow,
Her head jerked away and her sister’s bashful expression knocked that desire aside.
“… Autumn…”
“Kim Winter…”
How to unwrap her.
How to enjoy this gift.
I do not know.
Never experienced
Maybe your sister doesn’t even know.
We don’t know anything
I don’t know, but I know.
That you want to enjoy
That I want to vomit this desire.
That if I vomited up, they would accept it.
“Only… I want to lose… ?”
“Uh.”
“… Hang on.”
Know.
What does the tuk, sound from my sister’s back mean?
What does it mean that the deeply cleaved breastbone hangs down sticky on both sides?
What should I do
No one has to teach you.
“…”
Float over your chest.
Remove the hanging bra.
Again and again,
Touching my back dozens of times,
Rub against my chest,
Sometimes I feel it with my cheeks
But never felt it beyond a piece of cloth,
Sister’s breasts.
Voluptuous,
Smooth,
Pale,
A chest that paralyzes the opposite sex with the smell of sweat and sweat.
I want to take a bite right now,
Sweet cake.
“… Hey there, fall…”
“…”
In the middle of it, gently put a pink strawberry.
Neither small nor large.
Befitting its appetizing size.
I want to hold that sweet pulp in my mouth.
My older sister’s nipples that seduce me.
“… Don’t touch… ? Oh…”
A piece of that beautifully carved cake,
Instead of tasting it with my mouth, I mess it up.
Break the cake with the concave part of the fork,
Sweet strawberries between forks,
As long as I’ve been patient.
Enjoy its soft and fluffy texture.
“… Ha…”
Using my sister’s shallow breath as the cafe’s background music.
Touching
Kneading.
Messing up
Ruin it
“… It hurts a little, so it’s easy… Huh… !”
No matter how much you enjoy it, a mysterious cake that works fine if you lose a little bit of strength,
A dessert that is poisonous and should not be tasted,
Now put it in your mouth and swallow it.
Enjoy the texture of the fresh, green strawberries.
I taste my older sister’s flesh, which is difficult to describe with the word sweet and sour.
With the tip of the tongue.
Tongue.
Let the taste spread in your mouth.
“Ha… , Ha…”
Gobble up a piece of cake to fill half a year’s hunger.
I get sick if I eat too quickly.
Let’s wet it from the stuffy mouth.
You can eat the second piece more slowly.
Do you know what it tastes like now?
Because I know what a sweet dessert it is.
There is no need to be impatient.
There is no need to be anxious.
Anyway,
I couldn’t turn back from the moment I put coffee in my mouth.
“Huh… , Eup…”
Again, the mucous membrane and the mucous membrane come into contact,
In the mouth, the subtle strawberry scent is replaced by the coffee scent.
Then, the cake that had been removed from the wrapping paper got on my clothes, and I got a little angry.
Let’s put down the teacup for a while and throw away the dirty clothes.
After all, there are only two cafes.
It doesn’t matter if you don’t go out.
If no one comes in
It doesn’t matter anymore.
“Ha… , Kim Ga-eul…”
“… Winter Kim.”
“Don’t talk half-heartedly. … Call me properly sister.”
“… Sister.”
Whether you are my sister,
Maybe my younger brother
It doesn’t matter.
Because it’s so sweet.
Because it is so fragrant.
Because I can’t pass it on to someone else.
If you see that, you’ll die.
I have no choice but to get dirty.
“… Heh heh ha My little brother. … How did it happen?”
“… A sister like that.”
“Autumn is you… , It’s because you’re like you. Fool.”
“What is it like to be me?”
“… Not at all like a younger brother.”
You want to get dirty with me
If it’s not me,
Because I cry like that every night.
I couldn’t help but nod my head.
No matter how many times I contemplate the option of stirring,
Because I buried my head in my chest and didn’t let go.
“Sister.”
“Why?”
“Do you know that you are not like your sister?”
“… Do you like that noona is not like noona?”
“… That part is not like an older sister.”
“So that sounds good. Uh huh…”
Not like a sister at all,
No matter how hard I try, you can’t help but be my older sister
I had no choice but to hold him in my arms.
Whispering in my ear that if I don’t do that, I’ll get angry,
Because I have to scold you as a younger brother.
If you leave it alone, it will climb even more, sister.
Until I do something worse.
“… If autumn wants you, I’ll pretend you’re not my sister all the time.”
“Don’t do that.”
“Then… , I’ll pretend to be your older sister… Autumn grants you and noona’s one wish.”
“What?”
“… Don’t call anyone but me sister, you idiot.”
“…”
“Since I will only show you my sister’s heart for the rest of my life… , You also. … Just call me sister.”
Like that,
Sound,
‘Cause I’ll say it every time
“Answer. … I’m ashamed of you, so hurry up.”
“… Uh.”
Even so, I will laugh a lot with an embarrassed expression.
… You can’t help it.
Winter Kim,
Even my older sister.
