Oppa's sweat-soaked clothes were excellent masturbation material. I couldn't even think of returning to my room and stripped off all my clothes right there. With one hand, I brought Oppa's clothes to my nose, and with the other, I vigorously stimulated my pussy. There was no restraint. Perhaps the only saving grace was that I buried my face in the clothes, preventing any moans from escaping.
Of course, the squelching sounds of wetness echoed loudly, making any moans meaningless. Also, the laundry room had nothing but a washing machine, baskets, and a drying rack, so the sounds reverberated loudly. At times like these, I hated living in such a large house. Though, of course, there were more good times than bad.
Anyway, with my face buried in Oppa's clothes, I sped up, listening to the loud sounds of my pussy. My arm felt a little numb from the friction, but feeling good was more important than that.
Perhaps I was able to endure it because an orgasm was approaching just as my arm started to ache. Soon after, an orgasm hit. My body trembled, and my legs slightly lifted and then lowered. When I came to my senses and pulled the clothes away from my face, I saw wetness had spurted out from my seated position.
“Huuuh… Ugh♡”
But there was no way I'd be satisfied with just one orgasm. If I were, I wouldn't have masturbated so intensely in the first place.
I immediately prepared for my second masturbation session. The material was still Oppa's scent-filled clothes. I buried my face in them again and started stimulating myself. Perhaps because I had just orgasmed, the sounds of wetness splashing around seemed even more explicit.
“Ohh-hot…♡”
The orgasms weren't long, as expected. In fact, they were shorter than the first. The masturbation continued, going past three, four, and finally stopping only after the fifth orgasm. When I came to my senses, I saw wetness splattered everywhere. I forced my legs, which felt weak, to stand up. First, I had to clean this up.
After roughly wiping it up, I returned to my room and tossed Oppa's clothes onto the bed. Including the dress shirt I'd taken last time, I now had two pieces of his clothing. Honestly, I wondered why I'd taken smelly, unwashed clothes, but for some reason, I couldn't resist bringing them.
“......”
After tidying myself up, I went into the bedroom and brought out a few pet pads. I'd always wondered why we had these pads when we didn't even have a pet dog. But now, I was sure. These pads were clearly bought by Mom for her own masturbation. Indeed, on pads like these, it would be easy to clean up no matter how much wetness was spilled.
After getting the pads and taking a shower, my parents returned. Their faces were slightly flushed, as if they'd just come back from grocery shopping and a date, as usual. I put on my shower gown, came out to the living room, and started helping them unpack the groceries.
“Where's Da-jun?”
“He… went on a date.”
At the sudden mention of his name, I flinched slightly.
“Oh? Then it'll just be us eating.”
Nothing special happened after that. It wasn't the first or second time Oppa had chosen a date over dinner. But today, there was one difference from before. Something, something was irritating me.
After quickly eating dinner, I immediately went into my room and closed the door. Then, I spread the pads on the floor, buried my face in Oppa's clothes, and began inhaling deeply.
“Sigh…♡ Haaah…♡”
In some ways, it might look like I liked Oppa, but that wasn't it. It was just that Oppa's scent was too arousing. Me, liking Oppa? That was absurd.
Making excuses to myself, I started masturbating again.
*
Jeong Da Jun, returning from his date, suddenly stopped in front of his sister's room. There was no particular reason. It was just that he seemed to hear some squelching, lewd sounds.
So he slightly opened the door and peeked inside. Sure enough, his sister was masturbating very diligently. And she even had pads laid out, which he had no idea where she got them from.
‘Lewd…’
It would certainly be a lie to say he wasn't aroused by the sight. Although he'd been on a date today, they hadn't done anything naughty. It had been a rather wholesome date.
So, seeing her masturbating with such a lewd body, Da Jun couldn't help but get a hard-on.
What's more, she had been stimulating herself so much that the pads couldn't absorb all the wetness, and it was overflowing slightly. If she hadn't laid out the pads, it probably would have been a flood.
With that thought, Da Jun's hand reached for the doorknob.
‘Huh?’
Then something else caught his eye. It was the clothes in Da Eun's hand, and no matter how he looked at them, they seemed familiar. Da Jun, retracing his memories for a moment, immediately recognized them.
‘My clothes.’
And they were the clothes he'd worn yesterday. Since laundry couldn't possibly be done in a single day, the most plausible inference was that she had secretly taken them from the laundry basket.
‘…Mom and Dad are at it.’
He looked at the bedroom, a fair distance away, and saw the door was tightly shut. And Da Jun knew that in that state, they were in the middle of enjoying themselves.
In that case, it wouldn't be a problem. After all, once they started… they'd keep going until the next morning.
His hesitation ended there. No, in fact, it wasn't hesitation so much as an inability to hold back. She was calling out for Oppa while sniffing his clothes right now; how could he possibly resist that?
He didn't know if it was because no one else was listening, or if her true feelings were coming out, but her voice was incredibly lewd. In fact, Da Jun had never known his sister could make such sounds.
Normally, she was busy being snarky, and even when doing naughty things, all she made were silly moans or animalistic noises.
Honestly, he was aroused.
As he opened the door and stepped in, his sister's large eyes turned towards him. At first, her eyes were half-lidded and hazy. Then they gradually widened, until finally, with wide, round eyes, she startled and tried to get up.
Of course, she couldn't properly get up and ended up falling back on her bottom. Thanks to that, her pussy, dripping with wetness, was clearly exposed.
“Ugh♡ Wh-what is it…♡”
Did she even realize she was seducing him right now? The way Da Jun saw Da Eun, she was no different from a female passionately soliciting.
Setting aside the fact that she had just been masturbating, her current expression and gestures alone were those of a female unable to resist seducing someone.
She wore a lewd expression that looked like she was about to melt, and while pretending to cover her body, she didn't actually cover her breasts or pussy. He didn't know if it was unconscious, but it was utterly obscene.
“Are you in heat, sniffing my scent?”
“......”
Da Eun neither denied nor affirmed. Instead, she swallowed hard and just watched Oppa's expression.
“Wh-what does it matter? I can masturbate too…”
Her voice was trembling as she spoke. But the reason was that it was filled with anticipation and excitement. Da Jun, realizing this, began to undress and slowly approached her.
With each step he took, Da Eun's body twitched. From her pussy, which was already pooling with arousal fluid, wetness spurted out with soft 'phut, phut' sounds.
No matter how he looked at her, she was an incredibly cute and lewd body.
“Uuugh…”
Finally reaching Da Eun, Da Jun pulled out his dick and held it in front of her face. A strong male scent, incomparable to that shirt.
Da Eun, who had been shy, completely changed the moment she saw his dick. Her embarrassed demeanor vanished, replaced by a female completely captivated by his dick.
But he wanted to tease her a little.
Da Jun lifted his dick and lightly tapped Da Eun's cheek with it. For a normal woman, this would be an offensive act. But Da Eun showed no sign of displeasure. Instead, her eyes sparkled even more, and she breathed heavily.
What's more, wetness streamed from her pussy. It meant she was a perverted bitch who got off on being slapped on the cheek with a dick.
“Do you like it?”
“L-like it? Of course not…♡”
For someone desperately trying to meet his dick's gaze, it was a rather cheeky reply. Da Jun pulled his dick away from her cheek and took a step back.
“Huh, huh?”
At that, Da Eun's expression visibly darkened. It was so obvious it was amusing.
“Then you don't need it, do you? I came to help you out since you were masturbating, but I guess I should go back.”
As he slowly backed away, Da Eun crawled towards him on all fours, an expression of utter desperation on her face. Naturally, her gaze was fixed on his dick. But he had no intention of giving it to her easily. Da Jun flashed a wicked smile and extended a hand to stop Da Eun.
“Just giving it to you isn't fun…”
Then he found the stopwatch on his phone.
“If you cum seven or more times from nipple stimulation in 10 minutes, I'll let you suck my dick.”
“H-how could I possibly…”
“If you don't want to, then don't.”
“I-I'll do it! I want to. Please let me…”
Da Eun forgot all about pretending to be strong and got into position. A squatting M-shape, firmly grasping her nipples. In fact, she had been pressing her nipples to heighten her arousal even before starting, but he had no desire to stop her.
“Then, shall we begin?”