A delicious aroma was seeping out of the kitchen.
When he pushed the door open, the mixed hit of hot oil and soy sauce filled Jin's nose immediately, and his eyes went straight to the figure in front of the stove.
Wearing an orange apron with her golden hair pulled up in a bun that had stray strands escaping from it, Yuna moved between pans with ease.
"Jin-kun?" She asked without turning around.
"I came to help."
Approaching from behind, Jin's eyes dropped to those ass cheeks swaying gently with every motion of the spatula.
A completely arousing back and forth.
"Awesome!" Stopping the spatula, Yuna turned her head and gave him one of those heart attack inducing smiles. "Can you start taking these dishes out? I'm almost done with the last part."
And she went back to what she was doing. Her waist rotated slightly under the apron as she served what was left in the pan, and every turn sent a flash of skin where the fabric separated from her body.
Tearing his eyes away reluctantly, Jin grabbed the dishes and walked toward the living room.
But behind him, Yuna's hands had stopped and her eyes followed Jin's back with an expression that had nothing sunny about it anymore.
'Nina's scent...' The spatula turned slowly between her fingers. 'Just now... in the living room, they...'
"Is it ready?"
"AH... Yes, coming!"
Picking up the last dish, that tender smile returned to her face as if it had never left.
...
The three of them sat down for dinner.
Jin in the center. To his left, Yuna ate in small bites, and to his right, Nina had her head bowed so far over her bowl she looked like she wanted to crawl inside the rice, with a blush covering her all the way to her ears.
"Nina..." Yuna spoke suddenly. "Your face is really red. Could it be you're coming down with a fever?"
But her eyes drifted toward Jin.
"I... n-no, it's just..."
"She just watched a drama on TV." Jin cut in without looking up from his plate. "It was pretty emotional. Right, Nina?"
Under the table, the tip of his foot grazed her calf.
"...Mm."
That was all Nina could manage. Her face lit up two shades darker, and under the table, her foot kicked back at him in revenge, meant to be a punishment but coming out with the force of a caress.
Bad idea.
Because that little foot was caught instantly. A firm palm wrapped around the tip of her foot still covered by her sock.
"Kya...♥️!"
Yuna's chopsticks stopped. "What was that?"
"N-nothing!" Nina shook her head violently. "I bit my tongue, that's all..."
And once again she buried her face in her rice bowl, stuffing a ridiculous amount into her mouth so she wouldn't have to talk.
But under the table, the situation was beyond saving.
Jin had already slipped off her slipper, and now his fingers were stroking the curve of her sole with agonizing slowness.
The texture of the sock was addictive... with that fragility of something that could fall apart if he squeezed too hard, something very delicate.
With his thumb, he pressed right into the center of her sole and a jolt shot up through Nina.
"Mmh~♥️..."
Biting down hard on her lip, she glared at him. Those eyes, fogged up and watery, begged him to stop with every ounce of indignation she could muster.
Which wasn't much.
Because in response, Jin's fingers slid between her toes, one by one, spreading them gently apart, stroking the spaces between them with a slow rhythm that tickled her and then some...
She couldn't stop him, not without making a scene and tipping Yuna off.
The only thing she could do was feel.
Feel that tingling crawling up from the sole of her foot, crossing her knee, and climbing further up her thigh with a heat that had nothing to do with the hot food.
Her temperature was rising, goosebumps were spreading across her skin, and the blush had already traveled down from her face to her neck.
'This is impossible...! He's only touching my foot...! Why does it feel like so much?!'
"Nina, you've barely eaten." Yuna observed from the other side, tilting her head. "Are you really feeling okay?"
"I-I'm fine...!" She nodded frantically while stabbing her chopsticks into a piece of meat. "Yuna-nee's cooking is so good, I'm just... savoring it slowly...!"
"Mmhm~ glad to hear it."
Yuna smiled. But those eyes, soft on the outside, kept moving between the two of them.
And right when Nina no longer knew how to survive another second, a dry sound broke the tension.
Clack
Yuna's chopstick fell to the floor.
"Ah~ how clumsy of me. Let me pick that up."
And she bent down.
In that split second, Jin pulled his hand back like lightning, and Nina's foot flew back to her side.
But it didn't matter anymore.
Because when Yuna sat back up with the chopstick between her fingers, what she had on her face wasn't confusion.
It was a knowing smile.
She had seen the lone slipper on the floor. And Nina's bare foot covered only by the sock, with her toes still curled up.
'Ara~... I see.'
The smile widened as she placed the chopstick back beside her plate.
She didn't expect her little sister to be so bold...
...
What remained of dinner played out on a minefield of awkward silences.
Nina ate with her head so low she was practically kissing the rice, the blush refusing to leave her face. Meanwhile Jin chewed calmly, receiving the occasional glance from Yuna, who watched him over the rim of her bowl with an unreadable expression.
When the plates were empty, Yuna was the first to stand.
"Well~, I have some things to do upstairs." She dusted off her apron. "I'm heading to my room."
But before reaching the stairs, she turned her head and shot Jin a look that lasted exactly a second and a half.
Then she disappeared up the stairs.
"M-Me too, I'm leaving!" Nina jumped to her feet, avoiding all eye contact. "I need to take a bath, good night!"
And she bolted like a scared rabbit.
...
Back in his room, Jin let himself fall onto the bed and unlocked his phone.
He had a half written message for Nina when the screen lit up with an incoming call.
Yuna.
"Yuna?"
"Jin-kun~ Can you come to my room for a sec? I want to talk to you about something."
"..."
"Jin-chan?"
"...I'll be right there."
He hung up and stared at the unsent message.
His original plan was to make Nina his tonight. But fate, or rather a little sister with way too much initiative, seemed to have other plans.
'Well...' Locking the screen, he stood up. 'The night is long.'
...
Yuna's bedroom door was half open.
Still, he knocked twice.
"Come in, Jin-kun~ It's open."
He pushed the door and stepped inside.
And froze.
Yuna had her back to him, facing the full length mirror she kept beside the wardrobe. The shirt she had worn during dinner no longer existed, balled up on the floor at her feet, and her hands had just unclasped her bra.
The garment fell.
And what the mirror gave back was something that made him love this reality.
Yuna's bare back glowed under the warm light of the bedside lamp, immaculate, with the line of her spine descending like a path that guided the eye straight to her narrow waist, and from there to the edge of a pair of shorts that no longer served any purpose because she was pulling those off too.
But what stole every ounce of his attention were her breasts.
The reflection in the mirror showed them to him: two firm masses, hanging with a generous, natural roundness that didn't need a bra to hold their shape.
They were bigger than her clothes ever hinted at, full, juicy, with the ripeness of fruit about to burst.
And at the peak of each one, crowning them like cherries on a cake, two delicate pink nipples, small and slightly pointing upward with the defiance of someone who knows it's impossible not to stare at them.
"...What's wrong, Jin-kun?"
Yuna was watching him through the mirror with an expression that didn't have a single gram of shame in it.
Quite the opposite: when she caught his hungry eyes devouring her through the reflection, something gleamed in her pupils.
And without breaking eye contact, she straightened her back.
The movement lifted her tits, and the flesh tightened with that elastic firmness that screamed "touch me" from every inch of skin.
"...What did you call me for?"
"Fufu~" A giggle bubbled up in her throat as she turned to face him, no longer with the mirror between them. Head on, her tits swayed with the turn, bouncing against each other before settling, trembling. "It's just that bathing alone is so boring. I wanted to see if Jin-kun would keep me company~"
Her tone was playful, but those emerald eyes looked at him with an intensity that had nothing innocent about it.
"Yuna, this isn't the time to..."
"Come on, come on!"
Without letting him finish, Yuna's warm hand caught his wrist and pulled him toward the bathroom. "When we were little we used to bathe together all the time, right~? It's nothing new."
'We were kids back then...'
But the protest never made it to his mouth. Because as she dragged him along, the view in front of him disconnected his brain.
That sinful bare back narrowing at the waist, and further down, that fat round ass that her half unbuttoned shorts no longer contained. The fabric had slid down enough to reveal where her cheeks began, two half moons of firm, soft flesh pressing against each other with every step, swaying in a rhythm that should have been illegal.
"...I don't have a problem with it."
"Fufu~!"
Yuna laughed with a genuine joy that lit up her face as she turned to look at him, and the happiness in that smile was so transparent that Jin found it impossible to believe she had any hidden motives.
She pushed the bathroom door open, went in first, and turned on the bathtub faucet.
The sound of water filling the tub echoed in the small space, and steam began to crawl up the tiles.
"Are you going to take off your..."
Checking the water temperature with her fingertips, Yuna turned her head absentmindedly.
And the words died in her mouth.
Jin was standing behind her. Completely naked.
"N-No way...!"
Her hand flew to her mouth, while her wide eyes dropped to that area the bathroom light illuminated without mercy, and they stayed locked there for several seconds before her brain screamed at her to stop looking.
But the shock had already painted her face.
'How is it even possible that it's so...? How is he going to...?'
Swallowing hard, she composed herself quickly. Her expression softened, and with a flick of her wrist she invited him closer.
"C-Come here, Jin-kun. Get in."
The warm steam filling the bathroom dampened her hair, which clung to her skin like rivers.
And Jin's gaze followed those rivers.
The droplets slid down her neck, descended along her collarbone, rolled over the slope of her tits until they pooled at her nipples, where they hung for an instant before falling. And the ones that survived the journey kept going down, across that flat stomach, until they disappeared into the blonde triangle between her legs, where the wet skin glistened like an invitation.
"Jin-kun."
Yuna's voice pulled him out of his visual tour. She already had the shower gel in her hand. "Stop standing there like a statue and come here. I'll wash your hair first."
Shaking his head to reset what little self control he had left, Jin walked over to her and sat on the small stool.
The bathroom wasn't exactly spacious, their skin kept brushing against each other, and the heat from the steam made every point of contact feel twice as intense.
"Tilt your head down a little."
Yuna's whisper reached him from above, and before he had fully obeyed, small fingers had already slipped into his hair.
Warm water poured down from above, and Jin closed his eyes.
Yuna's fingertips massaged his scalp with perfect pressure: firm enough to relax, soft enough that every touch felt like a caress that didn't want to be just a caress.
They traced along his hairline, slid down his temples, climbed up the back of his neck with movements that loosened muscles he didn't even know were tense.
The scent of shampoo bloomed in his nose, but more intense than any fragrance was the intermittent brush of something soft and heavy against his cheek.
Her milkers.
Every time she leaned forward to reach the back of his head, those warm masses grazed his face. A touch she was seeking out.
"Yuna..."
"Mm~?"
Yuna didn't stop. If anything, her body moved a little closer.
Jin took a deep breath.
'Don't devour her. Don't devour her. Don't devour her.'
"...Nothing."
"You sure~?"
A soft laugh vibrated in Yuna's chest, and that vibration transferred directly to Jin through the point where their skin touched.
"Turn around," she murmured close to his ear, her damp breath grazing his earlobe. "I'll massage your back."
Turning obediently, Jin's broad back was exposed and Yuna's hands, with fresh gel between her fingers, landed on his shoulders.
And started going down.
Her movements were slow, treating him like something precious, her fingers covering every inch with an attention that went far beyond a simple bath. From his shoulders to his shoulder blades, from his shoulder blades to the middle of his back, every muscle tended to with a tenderness that contrasted with the tension building in the air.
"Jin-chan's muscles got way harder than before..."
Admiration colored her voice as her fingers traced the grooves dividing his back, lingering on certain spots, drawing meaningless shapes on his skin.
And when those hands reached his waist, Jin's abs contracted on reflex.
"Just relax~" The whisper came pressed right against his ear, so close that Yuna's lips brushed his skin. "It's not like I'm going to eat you..."
'Don't devour her, don't devour her, don't devour her...'
The mantra was already coming apart at the seams for Jin.
Yuna's hands kept going lower. They traveled down his thighs with agonizing slowness, and then her fingers veered toward the inner side and pinched softly at a particular spot.
The air hissed sharply between Jin's teeth.
"Oops~... looks like Jin-kun is sensitive right here."
The smile could be heard in her voice, mischievous, satisfied, while her fingertips grazed that area with an innocence that was anything but innocent.
But then, without warning, Yuna's arms wrapped around him from behind.
She pressed herself against his back. Her tits flattened against him, her hard nipples digging into his skin, and her cheek rested on his shoulder as she hugged him with a strength that had nothing playful about it anymore.
"What you did today with Nina..."
"I saw everything."
"..."
"But I don't care."
Letting go of him, she stood up and walked around until she was facing him. Her wet hair framed a flushed face, and the drops sliding down from the strands rolled along her cheeks like warm tears.
"B-Because I also... want to do the same thing with you."
Her eyes looked at him with a bravery that was clearly costing her.
"And I w-want... I want to go further than Nina."
"..."
Jin looked at her.
Those green eyes that trembled but didn't look away. That wet body that didn't try to cover itself. That mouth that had just told him what she had probably been holding inside for weeks, maybe months...
"I understand."
Standing up, he grabbed the shower gel from the shelf. "We need to get you cleaned up."
Yuna's eyes blinked. "...Clean me up?"
"Yep." Squeezing a bit of gel into his palm, Jin held her gaze with a wicked smile. "Don't you think it'd be better to do it after you're all nice and clean and smelling good? After all..."
He took a step forward. The height difference forced her to look up.
"...This is our first time."
!!!
The red that exploded across Yuna's face could have heated the bathwater.
"I-I... I understand."
She nodded softly.
Right at that moment, the bathwater had reached the perfect temperature, and with trembling steps, she turned, walked to the edge, and got into the tub.
Squeezing a generous amount of gel into his palm, Jin rubbed his hands together until the lather overflowed.
He knelt beside the bathtub, behind Yuna, and started with her shoulders.
His palms glided over that skin with a deceptive gentleness. Every press seemed innocent, but his fingertips lingered at the exact spots where the flesh gave way the most, where a hidden nerve drew a shiver out of Yuna.
From her shoulders he went down her arms, traced along her wrists, caressed her fingers one by one, and climbed back up. Every pass leaving a trail of foam that dissolved on her skin, and every time he went back up, his hands drifted a little closer to the center.
Until they found the inevitable.
Jin's palms slid over Yuna's breasts and covered them completely.
"Mmh~..."
A gasp escaped Yuna's lips, and her fingers gripped the edge of the bathtub.
"They're so big..." Jin's fingers sank into that jiggly flesh, and the lather oozed between them as if her tits were squeezing it out. "...I can't even hold them with my whole hand."
He wasn't lying. Each breast spilled out of his palm on every side, hot, with a density that resisted his fingers before giving way and sinking into a softness that made him want to squeeze harder.
The foam covered her nipples, but Jin felt them under his palms: hard, swollen, slipping between his fingers every time he squeezed.
"D-Don't say that... out loud..." Yuna turned her face to the side, her cheek resting against her own shoulder. "It's embarrassing..."
"Embarrassing?" Jin's hands changed rhythm. They stopped kneading and started circling, tracing loops from the base to the peak, dragging the lather in spirals that tightened more and more until they converged on her nipples. "More embarrassing than inviting me to bathe together?"
"Th-That's differ... Ah~♥️!"
Jin's fingers caught both nipples at the same time, rolling them between his thumb and index finger with a slowness that made her arch her back. The water churned, splashing over the edges.
"Looks like you're really sensitive here, Yuna..."
"Sh-Shut up... Mmh~♥️..."
Yuna's hips moved on their own under the water, an involuntary rocking she tried to stop by squeezing her thighs together. But every subtle tug on her nipples sent a current straight downward, and her thighs loosened a little more each time.
With one hand still massaging a breast, squeezing that foamy flesh that overflowed between his fingers, Jin's other hand began to descend.
Slowly.
It traveled along her ribs. It caressed her belly, feeling how the muscles tensed under his fingertips with every inch he went lower. His index finger circled her navel, drawing a loop that pulled another shiver out of her.
And kept going down.
Yuna's thighs snapped shut, trapping Jin's wrist between them.
"Jin-kun... n-not there..."
"No?"
With firmness, Jin's fingers spread her legs apart. Yuna's thighs resisted for a second, before surrendering and opening like petals under the warm water.
Jin's fingers found their destination.
The first touch was almost nothing...
Just the tip of his index finger sliding along those juicy swollen lips, tracing them up and down like a brushstroke.
"Ngh~♥️..."
Biting her lip, Yuna let go of the edge of the bathtub and her hands latched onto Jin's forearms, digging her nails in.
The second touch went deeper. His fingers parted her lips carefully, and his middle fingertip slid between them, finding a wetness that wasn't just water.
Hot, thick, different, sliding down his fingers with a texture the bathwater couldn't disguise.
"You're soaking wet, little sis..."
"D-Don't say... things like that...!"
Yuna's voice was already trembling with a crack that gave away how close she was to losing her composure. Her legs, which she had managed to keep open, started shaking around Jin's hand, squeezing and loosening in spasms she couldn't control.
And those fingers explored without any rush. They went up one side, down the other. They caressed the edges with touches that were too soft to satisfy. Sometimes they sank in barely an inch, making Yuna's inner walls clench hungrily around him, and then they pulled back before giving her what her body was begging for.
"Jin-kun... d-don't torture me like this..." She pleaded with her forehead pressed against his shoulder, her panting warming his wet skin. "Touch me... touch me for r-real..."
"Where?"
"You know where...!"
"Mmm, I'm not sure. Say it."
"...!"
Yuna's eyes glared at him with a mix of shame and frustration that reddened her all the way to her ears, but the need won out.
"R-Right there... up... where... where it feels the most..."
Jin's fingers obeyed.
They climbed up that slippery path, until they found that tiny, swollen pearl throbbing hidden under its hood.
His thumb grazed it.
"AH~♥️!!"
With a scream that could have torn her throat apart, Yuna arched so hard that her breasts broke the surface of the water, nipples pointing at the ceiling while foam slid off them.
The bathwater thrashed violently, splashing over the edges and soaking the floor.
"Th-That's it...! Right there...! Ngh~♥️!"
Her mind went blank. Literally.
As if someone had ripped her thoughts out in one pull and replaced them with electricity. Everything that was Yuna, her words, her composure, her sweet facade, all of it shut off and what was left was nothing but sensation.
Her legs trembled uncontrollably around Jin's hand, and her hips pushed upward, chasing more pressure, more contact, moving on their own under the water in a rhythm nobody had ever taught her.
And then Jin's lips caught her mouth.
He kissed her with hunger, swallowing the moan that was rising out of her and replacing it with his tongue, which invaded her mouth at the same time his thumb pressed harder on that spot that was destroying her.
"Mmph~♥️!! Mmmhh~♥️!!"
Yuna's desperate moans vibrated against his tongue, while her body shook between the kiss and the caresses.
And when he finally let her go, both of them were panting like they had just run a marathon.
Strings of saliva hung between their lips in a crystalline web that stretched and snapped with every breath, dripping onto Yuna.
Her lips were swollen, reddened, with that soft texture of crushed fruit, and her emerald eyes now looked at him through a watery haze that left no room for anything that wasn't him.
"Jin-chan~... I c-can't take any more..."
"Neither can I."
...
The sheets were cool.
When Yuna's back touched the fabric, the contrast between that coolness and her burning skin pulled a shiver out of her that ran through her entire body. Her arms were still wrapped around Jin's neck, refusing to let go, and her wet hair spread across the pillow like threads of gold.
With her face lit up red as an apple, her eyes looked up at him from below with a mix of desire, nerves, and something that looked dangerously close to adoration.
"Yuna."
Leaning over her, Jin's body covered hers like a hot mountain. Settling between her legs, the tip of his throbbing cock grazed Yuna's lips.
But just the contact alone made her tremble.
And it was no wonder. What she felt pressing against her was something her body wasn't designed to take.
The head alone was already spreading her lips with a pressure that made her clench her teeth, and he hadn't even started going in yet. It was monstrous.
"Do you really want this?"
Yuna bit her lip and looked at him. And nodded slowly.
"Mm... j-just... be gentle, okay?"
Her voice cracked at the end, and the legs wrapped around his waist trembled.
'Gomen ne, Nina... even though I like sharing things with you, there are certain things where someone has to go first~'
"I'll be very gentle..."
Lowering his head, he caught Yuna's lips in a deep kiss and his tongue invaded her mouth without asking permission, coiling around hers, which tried to keep up with a clumsiness that only made her more desirable.
While he kissed her, his hands roamed her body, WANTING ALL OF IT.
Kneading her milkers, sinking his fingers into that softness that escaped between his hands. Her nipples, hard as rocks, rolled under his thumbs every time he pinched them, pulling moans out of her that vibrated against his tongue.
"Mmph~♥️... ngh~♥️..."
Yuna was melting.
Her body responded to every touch with involuntary spasms, and between her legs, the wetness oozed hot and thick, drenching everything, sliding down her thighs and coating the head of his cock that kept pressing against her entrance without going in.
And when Jin felt that viscous heat cover his tip completely, bathing it in an invitation his body could no longer refuse, he knew it was time.
Pulling away from her juicy lips, he looked her in the eyes.
And started pushing in.
The first inch was a war.
That tight little pussy fought back with everything it had.
The entrance was too small, and every millimeter of progress was a negotiation between Jin's pressure and the tightness squeezing him with a desperate force, like a fist refusing to open.
"Ngh...!!"
Screaming in pain, Yuna's back arched violently and her nails dug into Jin's traps.
"It h-hurts...! Jin-kun, it HURTS...!"
Her eyes filled with tears, and her entire body tensed, every muscle clenching around him in a grip that made it impossible to go deeper without hurting her.
"Do you want me to stop?"
He asked, holding back the monster roaring inside him demanding he shove it all the way in at once.
Every fiber of his body was begging him to plunge in, because what he felt around the tip was a heat so tight, so wet, so absurdly narrow that keeping his composure was torture.
But Yuna's hand caressed his cheek with trembling fingers, and she shook her head.
"D-Don't stop..." The tears kept falling, but her eyes looked at him with a resolve that lit up her pupils despite the pain. "Just... go slower..."
Gritting his teeth, Jin obeyed.
He advanced a millimeter. Stopped. Let Yuna get used to him, then another millimeter. And stopped again.
It was agony.
For Jin, every inch he conquered was madness. Yuna's insides devoured him with a carnivorous slowness, closing around him in contractions that climbed up his cock like a hungry mouth that didn't know whether to swallow him or savor him first.
She was impossibly tight, so clenched that he could map every fold of scorching flesh molding against him, every tiny ridge, every crest of swollen velvet that scraped him with a friction that wavered between pleasure and torture.
For Yuna, the sensation of being opened was indescribable. She felt how her body was splitting and adapting at the same time, how something too big for her was pushing into her insides and carving its way forward with a slowness that made her feel every millimeter as if it were ten.
The pain was still there, but underneath it, mixing with it, there was something else.
A deep heat growing in her lower belly with every inch Jin advanced.
"Hahh~♥️... hahh~♥️... Jin-kun... y-you're... you're too big…"
"You're doing so well, Yuna... just a little more..."
"Th-There's still more...?"
There was a lot more.
What she had inside her was less than half, and her body already seemed to be at its limit. But Jin kept pushing with patience, millimeter by millimeter, and Yuna's insides kept giving him ground, tightening and relaxing in waves that sucked him deeper.
"Ahh~♥️...!"
A different moan suddenly burst out of Yuna. Wetter. Her mouth fell open, her eyes went out of focus for an instant, and her hips did something she didn't tell them to: they pushed downward, swallowing two more inches in one go.
"Ohhh~♥️!!"
The scream came from the depths of her soul.
Her legs clamped around Jin's waist with a force that drove him even deeper, and the tears falling now were no longer from pain... Or not just from pain.
"You squeeze so tight, Yuna..."
"I c-can't help it~♥️...! It's just... it feels like so much...!"
Her insides clenched around Jin in spasms, sucking him in with a hunger that contradicted the resistance from moments ago. Yuna's body had gone from rejecting him to devouring him, and every contraction squeezed him so hard that he had to grit his teeth to keep from finishing right then and there.
"Jin-kun... I... I can't hold on anymore... please..."
She begged, desperate, with teary eyes looking at him as if he were the only thing in existence.
"Please what?"
"...JUST FUCK ME♥️!"
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