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Minhee smells like jasmine and sandalwood and something else, something bright and fresh and summery that Jisung can’t place. Privately, he thinks she must be dipped in magic—something entrancing woven through her genetic make-up, her smile so wicked and sly, her mouth warm and wet and achingly soft. She might be a runaway faerie, escaped into this realm just to toy with Jisung’s heart ‘cause whenever he looks at her, he feels spellbound.
Succubus, he thinks, but then she catches his bottom lip between her teeth and all his thoughts evaporate.
He wants to kiss her forever.
‘Noona,’ he mumbles, hands trembling on her waist. In this oversized T-shirt, she looks deceptively elfin, but he knows she could probably (definitely) lift him if she wanted to.
He doesn’t want to dwell on how that thought makes him feel.
‘Yeah,’ she whispers, stippling more kisses against his lips. ‘How’re you feeling, Sungie?’
What a question—he thinks of Genesis 3, the serpent and the glossy apple and the trepidation bursting in Eve’s chest, the swirl of excitement when she dug in her teeth. See, the thing about Minhee is—she collapses the binary between the pre- and postlapsarian. Her raspberry lip balm and Hello Kitty hair clips and full-body laugh that bubbles like orangeade. But then beneath that, something wry and sharp that glints in the light, something that makes Jisung shiver every time, makes arousal smoulder in his underbelly. Her sharp teeth and soft tongue and haunting eyes. Is she the snake or the fruit? And what does that make Jisung?
‘I’m—’ He thumbs at her hip bone through the washed-out cotton fabric. ‘I don’t know,’ he mumbles, ducking his head, an awkward, breathless laugh nestled in his throat.
Overwhelmed would be one word, maybe. Dazzled and conquered and a smidge inadequate would be other words, soaked in this innate shyness that doesn’t seem to ever leave him and is somehow only further amplified around Minhee. She’s not his girlfriend, not yet, but he’d like her to be—he isn’t sure what they are, exactly, but she’s the first girl who’s ever made him come. He’s kissed one girl before her but that was in the third grade so he’s not sure it really counts. He wants to ask her to be his girlfriend, because he likes her so fucking much, but inexperience blazes through him and tangles his tongue.
What if she says no?
She would probably say no.
‘You’re hard,’ she says, winking at him. Her lips pull into a teasing smile and she drops a kiss to his warm cheek. ‘And you’re cute.’
‘Hhh,’ he mumbles. He slots his fingers around her waist and tugs her closer, pressing his mouth to hers again because kissing is nicer than talking. ‘You’re—’ he whispers, ‘really cute.’
‘Thank you, baby.’ She grinds in his lap and envelops her arms around his neck. The way she flicks her tongue in between his lips makes him think, again, of angels and sin. Salvation. Damnation. He can’t tell the difference any more.
‘Do you want me to get you off?’
He shivers. At the sound of her soft giggle, he almost whimpers.
‘You do, right?’ she asks.
‘Y-yeah,’ he manages, wetting his lips, because of course he does—but he also wants, rather desperately, to get her off, too. He’s daydreamt of his face between her thighs, his fingers skimming around her wet softness, thrusting inside her pussy and thumbing at her clit and licking into her. She’s jerked him off and she’s sucked his dick, but he hasn’t returned the favour even though he would like to. He’s just—he’s been afraid of asking because he’s afraid he’ll disappoint. Whenever he wants to ask, the words just die in his throat. ‘Noona. Noona, please.’
‘Good boy,’ she murmurs into his ear, teasing her hands down his chest. She slips one underneath his shirt and touches his belly, her hand so warm and soft, her fingernails scraping his skin. Kissing his neck, she unties the drawstrings of his joggers. ‘You’re so cute, Jisungie.’
The praise pinwheels through him and he shudders, gasping out a breath. ‘You—’
‘I’ll take care of it,’ she promises, shifting in his lap to let him lift his hips so she can wrangle down his trousers. ‘I’ll take care of you, baby boy.’
She must know, of course, how easily he comes undone. He thinks she does it on purpose—the pet names and sweet words and the way she touches him, the palm of her hand pressing into his still-clothed dick.
‘So hard,’ she coos, teasing a fingertip under the waistband of his underwear. ‘Just from a bit of kissing, huh? My needy boy.’
The possessive pronoun makes him feel a little bit delirious. He would like to be hers and he’d like her to be his, but figuring out how to ask for that—it’s difficult. Why is it so difficult to want things?
And for now, this is good too. His hips inch forward and his cock twitches in his underwear, another startled gasp frothing in his throat. ‘Minhee-yah.’ He cups her ass and squeezes. ‘Noona.’
‘Yeah, baby—’ She kisses him again, hot and wet, her mouth pressed roughly against his. ‘Ask me nicely and I’ll get you off.’
‘God,’ he groans.
‘Minhee is fine,’ she quips, grinding her palm into his cock again.
He gasps. ‘Noona,’ he mumbles, ‘please—please, it hurts. ‘m so hard.’
She smiles against his lips. ‘Good boy,’ she says, and then she gets his underwear out of the way and spits into her palm and touches the head of his dick.
‘Ah,’ he hisses, always sensitive, fingers clamping down on her hips. ‘Ah-ah—’
‘There you go.’ She touches him with both hands, tip to base, thumb rubbing at his slit. ‘There you go, baby.’
His eyes slip shut and glitter starts to wash over him.
She murmurs about how he’s a good boy, and how cute he is twitching for her. It makes him drip, the pre-cum easing the slide of her hands, her soft fingers toying with his cock so expertly. It makes him even shier about his own inexperience—how she’s so good at it, how she makes him feel so, so good, how he always comes so fast.
‘Noona,’ he rasps, twitching again. ‘Noona.’
‘Mmm,’ she mumbles. ‘Good boy.’ The weight of her in his lap suddenly disappears and he blinks open his eyes, finds her settling on her knees between his legs. She winks up at him and takes hold of his dick again, leans close to swirl her pink tongue around the head.
‘Hhh—’ he whimpers. ‘Hh, Noona, feels—feels good.’
‘Yeah, baby?’ she says tonguing at his slit, hands still working his length. ‘You gonna come for Noona?’ She wraps her lips around him again, eyes drifting shut, mouth so warm and wet and everything so tight and overwhelming when she fits him down her throat.
He spasms. His fingers curl on the edge of the sofa and a dark groan spills from his kiss-swollen lips. ‘Noona—’
Blinking open her eyes, she hums around him. She bobs her head and laps up pre-cum, toying with his balls, moaning as she hollows her cheeks and suckles at the head.
‘Hhhhfuck, I’m—I’m gonna—’ His eyes feel so heavy. Sticky-thick honey ambles through his veins and he twitches again.
‘Mm, baby—’ She flicks her pink tongue against his dripping cockhead. ‘Are you going to come for me now like a good boy?’
When she pokes his cock into the inside of her cheek, she catches his eyes again. Bobbing her head, it’s loud and wet and perfect, always so perfect, because she’s perfect.
He curses again, gasping, and comes undone—it pirouettes through him and he throbs in Minhee’s mouth, spilling cum that she swallows like a satisfied kitten.
‘Hhh, ah, ah—’ He trembles as she keeps licking at him, his body still wound-up tight and then slumping down at once. Stars dot the edges of his vision when he blinks his eyes open again, staring at her dumbfounded for a long moment, looking up and seeing—
Oh.
Oh.
With his orgasm still glowing through him, his brain is all foggy, so at first the person looking right at him only registers as a feverish mirage, some strange trick of the light, doubling her, but then—then it clicks. It’s nothing spectral. It’s not a sex-hallucinated replica of her.
It’s her fucking twin brother.
‘Oh, God.’ Jisung’s eyes dart to Minhee, still on her knees, still with his fucking dick in her mouth. A panicky whimper slips out and he chances a look back at Minho, tremors coiling through him as he swallows so hard his throat clicks.
The similarity is almost eerie. The same nose, the same sharp cheekbones and full lips and soft, brown hair, but then—his Adam’s apple, and something sturdier about his build. His broader shoulders. His flat chest. Something so distinctly male; Minhee transmuted into the form of a boy.
Minho’s lips snatch into something taunting. ‘She’s good at that, huh?’
Jisung blinks. His voice cracks, ‘h-huh?’
‘You’re staring,’ Minhee scoffs, pulling away from Jisung’s dick and glancing at her brother. ‘Don’t be a perv.’
‘Oh, wow.’ He cocks his head. ‘You’re the one fucking your boyfriend on the couch, but I’m the pervert?’
‘Thought you weren’t home.’
‘You know my schedule,’ he says, and Jisung wonders why he’s even still here. Why isn’t he leaving? ‘You know I don’t have Thursday classes.’
‘Yeah.’ She winks at him, then looks back up at Jisung. She thumbs down the length of his softening cock, swirling her tongue at the tip again.
Jisung’s heart is a hummingbird. 1,800 beats per minute, no slowing down, his body anaesthetised by a feeling he can’t define. Shock, maybe, but mingled with something else. He’s still aroused, and he’s confused, and Minho is strangely, overwhelmingly hot. He’s just like her, but—warped. And he’s still there. He’s looking at Minhee on her knees and he’s looking at Jisung and what did he just say? Something about—something about how she’s good at sucking dick. What did he mean by that? How would he know?
He licks his lips. ‘Um.’ He sucks in a punchy breath and feels his lungs catch fire. ‘Uh, um—’
‘You’re still staring,’ Minhee interrupts Jisung’s confused stuttering.
Minho’s eyes trap Jisung’s and he feels singed. His gaze is so intense, something dark and predatory about the way he’s looking right at him. It doesn’t just make Jisung feel like prey, a needy little rabbit trapped in a snare—no, he feels like a trespasser, a fox intruding on some larger animal’s territory, about to be eviscerated.
He licks his lips and slowly drops his eyes back to where Minhee’s kneeling, where she’s handling Jisung’s dick in her hands. ‘You weren’t lying when you said he’s big, huh?’
Minhee exhales a laugh. ‘You thought I lied to make you jealous?’
‘Thought crossed my mind, yeah.’
And what the—Jisung shivers. He tries to blink but it feels like there’s sand in his eyes. Have they been—what?
‘Noona—’ Jisung finally whispers, his voice so small and breakable. ‘Um, Noona—’
‘Yes, baby?’ Minhee says sweetly, blinking her beautiful eyes up at him, and there’s something—there’s something about her gaze, too. Something knowing and dark. And, God, she looks so much like her brother, or he looks like her, and Jisung doesn’t know what he’s feeling right now.
It’s not that—
It’s just—
What—
‘Is he mute or something?’ Minho asks, and Jisung’s whole face feels alight.
‘Don’t be mean,’ she says. She glares to the side, but there’s an amused smile playing at her lips, her mouth twitching. ‘Are you just going to fucking stand there?’
Minho rolls his shoulders and catches Jisung’s eyes again. ‘Aren’t you going to return the favour?’
‘Wh-what do you—’ He licks his lips. He can barely hear anything over the sound of his heart slamming against his ribcage, his blood rushing through his veins. His eyes drop back to Minhee helplessly, but she only tongues at his dick in a way that makes him shiver. ‘Um.’ He looks at Minho again. ‘What’re you—um, what—I mean, return the—what?’
‘She made you come, didn’t she?’ Minho asks. ‘Aren’t you going to get her off too?’
Everything burns.
‘Jagi,’ Minhee says, ‘stop putting him on the spot. He’s probably weirded out ‘cause my pervy brother won’t leave us alone.’
That’s not it, though, not exactly, or—or Jisung isn’t sure. He isn’t sure about anything.
‘Yeah, yeah,’ Minho says. ‘He hasn’t asked me to, though.’ He winks at him. ‘You want me to leave? Or do you need some help to figure out how to make her come?’
His mouth drops open. ‘You—’ His eyes dart between the twins, something sick and needy coiling in his underbelly, something sleek and slippery and dark as a spider’s fang. ‘What?’
Breathing out the sweetest giggle, Minhee squeezes the base of Jisung’s cock again. ‘Don’t listen to him, baby. Just ignore him and he’ll piss off.’
But—
But—
But maybe he doesn’t want Minho to leave. He has never, before, thought of a boy like this. It’s only ever been girls, but he looks so much like Minhee and it’s doing something to his brain. He feels so fucking shy. Something primal, something fight-flight-freeze, and his body paralysed, his fingers trembling, a tidal wave of unnatural thoughts washing over him. But it’s not—it’s not him. He didn’t start this.
‘I don’t—’ he tries, voice cracking.
‘You don’t what?’ Minho prompts. ‘You don’t need my help?’
‘I don’t—’ He looks at Minhee. She smiles up at him, and it feels like an omen. Heavy. Soaked in something suggestive. He licks his lips and says, ‘I don’t want you to leave.’
And there it is—that wolf’s smile, finally on full display. ‘No?’ he says, and looks at his sister again. ‘Hear that, jagi? He doesn’t want me to leave.’
Minhee rolls her eyes. ‘I told you, didn’t I?’ she says. ‘He’s the one. I told you he’s the one.’
‘Yeah, you did,’ Minho says, moving like a flash, suddenly on the sofa next to Jisung before he’s processed what he just said.
Have they been talking about him? It sounds like it, but—
Why would they? Why would they be talking about him?
‘You two—’ His voice shakes so he squeezes his fingers into tight fists. ‘Oh, God. What’s going on?’
‘What do you think?’ Minho asks, hand on Jisung’s thigh, circling his thumb as Minhee wraps her lips around his cock again, batting her long lashes. ‘What do you want, Jisungie?’
He whimpers. How embarrassing. As Minhee bobs her head, Jisung’s thighs flex underneath Minho’s hand. ‘I—I, I—’
Minhee pulls off. ‘Baby,’ she says. ‘Have you ever kissed a boy before?’
‘Hhhh—’
The corner of her mouth twitches and she swipes her tongue across his dick again, eyes dancing from Jisung to Minho. ‘Told you.’
Minho’s hand inches further up Jisung’s thigh. ‘Jisungie,’ he says, and there’s something about the way he says his name. Like a siren’s song, like he wants something that Jisung is all too willing to give. And he should think about that, really, he should dig into it because—because this is not normal, is it, whatever is happening right now. It’s not normal and he’s not sure it’s real but it feels so real and it feels dizzying and he wants it, whatever it is, he doesn’t think he’s ever wanted anything this much.
‘Tell me,’ Minho says. ‘Would you like to try?’
His entire body shudders. He can’t tear his eyes away from Minho, his fingers clenching and unclenching, his teeth digging into his lip. With another whine, he looks to Minhee—lost and vulnerable, desperate for another sign.
‘Answer the question, baby.’
‘No,’ he whispers, shaking, ‘n-no, I mean—no, I haven’t, and—yes. Yes, I would—oh, God. You two—you two?’
‘Yes,’ Minhee says. ‘I’ll tell you all about it if you kiss Minho like a good boy.’
‘Nnnghgf—’
‘Come here, doll.’ Minho curls his hand at Jisung’s nape and tugs him closer, the angle a little weird, and he’s so close, he’s so close, he’s real and he smells like jasmine and patchouli and he’s real and he’s touching him and he’s real. ‘Kiss me just like you’d kiss Minhee, yeah?’
His lips part for a choked-off whine and Minho presses his mouth to his.
It’s electric. It’s warm and soft and tender, and still it feels—illegal. That’s the only word he can think of.
Somehow, it only augments the desire.
‘Aw,’ Minhee coos from the floor, which makes him shiver, which makes him so much dizzier.
When Minho licks against his lips, Jisung gasps. He’s too disoriented and overwhelmed to kiss him back properly—he just sits there, choking on his own whimpers, as Minho traps his bottom lip between his teeth and gently bites down.
‘Hngnghfg—’
He can feel Minho’s smile as he pecks his mouth.
‘Oh God,’ he whispers, scared he’ll start hyperventilating. ‘Oh, God.’
Minhee gives his dick another slow upwards stroke, palm rubbing around the head. ‘That was sweet,’ she says.
‘How’d that feel?’ Minho asks, teasing his fingers through Jisung’s hair.
‘I—’ He shivers again when Minho curls his hand into a fist. ‘I—felt good.’
‘He was twitching the whole time,’ Minhee says cheerfully. ‘You’re getting so wet for us, Jisungie. You like kissing my brother?’
‘Hhhgod.’ His head tilts back and he fumbles for something to hold on to. When Minho curls their fingers together, he’s not sure if it feels more like a lifeline or a handgun trigger. ‘You—’
Minhee thumbs at Jisung’s slit again. ‘Ah,’ she sighs. ‘Can’t even tease you too much ‘cause I’m so wet too.’ Her eyes flash to Minho’s. ‘You talked a big game before. You think you can teach him how to make me come?’
‘You know I can,’ he scoffs. He squeezes Jisung’s thigh and catches his gaze again. ‘Minhee tells me you haven’t eaten her out yet. Seems a bit unfair, really, after she’s sucked you off so many times.’
‘Minho,’ Minhee says. ‘It’s not Sungie’s fault—you know I was just saving him for this. I wanted you to be there.’
He thinks he might pass out. This shouldn’t be so hot, but—
God, is he even still alive? Now more than ever, Minhee makes Jisung feel like he’s tiptoeing on the knife-edge between Heaven and Hell, like he somehow has one foot in each place.
‘Still,’ Minho says. ‘But then—ah, I guess I shouldn’t be so mean. It’s baby’s first time after all, isn’t it?’ He looks at his sister. ‘Remember our first time?’
‘Like I could ever forget.’
Jisung throbs between Minhee’s fingers. ‘When—’ His breath catches. ‘When was—um, that?’
Minhee tilts her head. ‘How old were we, huh? Sixteen, right?’
‘Yeah,’ Minho agrees. ‘Such a lovely age.’
He’s going to die. He’s going to die. He’s going to—oh, he really will die, with the way Minhee flicks her clever tongue across his dick again and Minho slips his hand underneath his T-shirt to tease his nipples and the way they’re looking at him.
Something hungry about it.
Something he could never resist.
‘Want to hear the story?’ Minhee asks. ‘Here’s a thought—you let Minho show you how to eat me out and I tell you all about how I used to sneak into his room after our parents went to bed.’
‘Oh,’ he whispers, ‘God.’
‘Want to go to Minho’s room, lovely?’ she asks, skimming her fingers around his dick a final time and reaching out a hand so her brother can help her up from the floor.
‘I—’ Another breath shakes out of him. ‘Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.’
‘Good,’ she says, and grabs his wrist. She lets him pull his joggers back in place before she tugs him along, manoeuvring him through the flat she shares with her brother and into her brother’s room, her brother right behind him. Her brother. Her brother. Her twin brother. The word keeps looping in his mind, zipping him like a stun gun every other second.
Minhee’s room is like an explosion of girlhood—floral bedding, Polaroids and paint swatches pinned to her fabric-covered bulletin board, lace bras scattered on the floor. Minho’s room, though—it’s the antithesis to Minhee’s frothy pink mess. There are a few potted succulents in the windowsill, and a wooden dresser—a thought intrudes, a glossy image of Minhee bent over it, knuckles blanched as Minho fucks her—
Fuck. Fuck, fuck.
He shakes his head and looks away from the dresser, noticing the white bedspread, a framed photograph on his nightstand. When he looks closer, he sees that it’s a picture of Minhee.
It’s a sweet gesture, really. Like—aw, he loves his sister enough to keep a photograph of her in his room? It’d be innocent if Jisung’s head weren’t spinning with illicit suggestions, twisting the thought into this: he loves his sister that much. He loves her in a way brothers aren’t supposed to love their sisters.
‘It’s kind of silly that we have two bedrooms,’ Minhee says, twirling around and dropping down on Minho’s bed. She kicks her legs and Jisung’s eyes track back and forth between her frilly socks and that teasing smile. ‘But, you know—we have to keep up appearances for our parents.’
‘Holy shit.’
‘Come on, baby boy.’ Minho gives Jisung a gentle shove closer to the bed and settles down next to Minhee, running a fingertip up the backside of her thigh. When he squeezes, Minhee tilts her head to the side and breathes out a sigh, a little, hypnotic flutter of her lashes.
‘You know,’ she murmurs, something worked-up and dark in her voice now. ‘Minho gets real jealous sometimes, Sungie. First time I told him about you he fucked my throat till I cried.’
‘Oh.’ His mouth dries and his eyes dance back to Minho’s face, that vulpine smirk, the cock of his eyebrow. Something dark and possessive. He feels so trapped and he hates that he doesn’t mind it at all. Or not—hates is not the word. It makes him shiver. It makes him throb in his underwear.
‘So you’ve never gone down on Minhee before,’ Minho says conversationally, still trailing patterns on her thigh, hand inching closer to below her tennis skirt. ‘But have you ever eaten a girl out?’
He blinks, feels his cheeks get even warmer. He fidgets with the drawstring of his joggers and looks at Minhee again. ‘Um.’ He looks back at Minho. ‘Um, no. I’ve never—I mean, anything.’ He might as well be honest, so—‘I’ve only ever been with her. And I mean, we’ve only—you know. I haven’t.’
Minhee claps her hands and gives a little squeal of victory. ‘I told you.’ She pushes up on her knees and unzips her skirt. ‘He’s fucking perfect.’
‘I want to, though,’ Jisung says, because he feels like he should say something. Show some initiative. Prove that he’s not that pathetic, even if that’s how he feels right now. He feels so out of his depth. ‘I mean—I’ve thought about it so much. I want to make her feel good. I want to—I want to be good.’
‘Aw,’ Minho coos. ‘I’ll teach you how to make her feel good.’
Minhee throws her skirt to the side and stacks the pillows behind her, then lies down. She looks first at her brother, then catches Jisung’s eyes as she teases a fingertip under the lacy edge of her cream panties. ‘Minho can teach you,’ she says. ‘He always makes me feel so fucking good.’
‘And yet you still hook up with other men,’ he scoffs.
‘‘Cause it riles you up,’ she says sweetly, hand cupping the front of her panties now. ‘When I get home and I tell you all about how I fucked someone else and he didn’t make me feel as good as you. You know I love when you pin me down and show me that nobody can make me feel the way you do.’ She licks her lips, grinding up against her hand. ‘But I want you to teach Jisungie. I want you to show him how to make me feel good. And then I want to show him how to make you feel good. Wouldn’t you like that, jagi? Don’t you want to watch us make out around your cock?’
Minho hisses, fingers digging into the flesh of Minhee’s thigh.
‘Don’t lie,’ she says, airy and high, hips twitching forward. Her eyes dance from Minho to Jisung, her mouth snatching into that devilish smile. ‘Would you like that too, Jisungie? Want me to teach you how to suck Minho’s cock?’
‘Fuck.’ Tongue swiping across his lip, he looks towards Minho. His eyes trail down his body and he notices—God, he’s hard. Just like Jisung. He shivers, trying to look back at Minho’s face. ‘Y-yeah. I’d like that.
Minhee lets out a dreamy sigh and wriggles out of her panties.
‘Hngnhg—’ He thinks he’ll die. She’s so stunning.
She bends her knee and toys a fingertip down her pussy, waxed but for a small triangle of hair, and she looks so—soft. Glistening.
‘Shit, baby,’ she groans, fingers skimming down her slit. ‘Fuck, I’m so wet.’ A laugh, breathless and amused, her gaze drifting between Jisung and Minho. ‘I’m so—ah, I need something. Come on, Minho-yah, show Jisungie how to make a girl feel good.’
Minho grabs her thigh and hikes her leg up higher. He looks at Jisung and lifts his eyebrow. ‘Come on,’ he says. ‘You’ll need to get closer, won’t you?’
Breathlessly, he nods his head and inches closer to them both.
‘Baby, come here,’ Minhee says, reaching out her hand, and Jisung shivers when she tangles their fingers together. ‘I’m so wet ‘cause of you, Sungie. Having you in my mouth—ah, fuck—’ She squirms, eyes rolling back when Minho puts his mouth on her with a groan, the wet sound of his tongue working against her.
‘Ah.’ She squeezes Jisung’s hand and blinks a few times, catching his eyes again. ‘God, I was saying something—right, baby, you got me so wet. Let me—ah, Minho, give me—your fingers, come on, don’t tease—’
He pulls back just a little, tongue-tip still touching her clit, eyes flicking to Jisung. ‘Now usually,’ he says, thumbing down her vulva, ‘I’d wait a bit longer before adding any fingers. You know, kiss this pretty little pussy, fuck her on my tongue, make sure she’s dripping for me.’ He slides one finger inside her, spreading her lips apart with his other hand for Jisung to see. ‘But you took care of that this time, baby boy. Look how wet she got for you.’
A whimper sings from Jisung’s chest. ‘Fuck.’
Minho winks at him and slides his finger in and out of Minhee. Cooing, he adds a second one, thrusting in deep and thumbing at her clit.
‘She likes something inside her,’ he continues. ‘Needs it, really. Don’t you, baby girl? Need this pussy filled all the time?’
Jisung’s startled moan mingles with Minhee’s, soft and dreamy, hips wriggling back against her brother’s hand. ‘Yeah,’ she says, squeezing Jisung’s hand. ‘Yeah, I fucking—God, Minho-yah, remember the first time you fingered me?’ Her eyes flit back to Jisung. ‘I had this friend—I mean, we’re actually still friends today, but she told me about how she and her boyfriend had started having sex. Remember, Minho-yah? That night I climbed into your bed and told you about it?’
‘‘Course I do,’ he says, still pressing his fingers into her, kissing her hip bone. ‘Sungie, come here.’
It takes him a moment to remember how to move his limbs, but then he obediently scoots closer.
‘Here, give me your hand—’
He reaches out his right hand and Minho grabs his wrist, guiding him towards Minhee’s pussy.
‘Feel here,’ he orders, ‘feel how soft she is, Jisungie. She’s so wet for us. For you.’
When he touches Minhee’s cunt, he gasps. He didn’t know it’d be so—soft. It’s like silk, like water, like smooth velvet and so, so slick. ‘OhmyGod,’ he whimpers, and he’s so hard it hurts. His eyes ferret around and find Minho’s, mouth dropping open as he makes him slide his finger inside next to his. ‘OhGod. Hyung—Hyung, oh my God—’
‘Shit,’ Minho says, rubbing his thumb at the inside of Jisung’s wrist. ‘Shit, okay. Yeah.’ He looks back at Minhee. ‘Yeah, okay. You were right, baby. He’s fucking perfect.’
‘Hah,’ she exhales, and then she clenches around Jisung’s finger, and his whole world shatters. This is it. This is what he wants to spend the rest of his life doing.
‘Noona,’ Jisung whispers, ‘Noona, oh, you’re so—soft. And wet. Hhhngf—you, you—please, tell me—tell me the story, you started the story—’
She quirks her eyebrow at her brother. ‘See?’ she says. ‘I told you he’d be so into it.’
‘I never said he wouldn’t,’ Minho snaps. ‘I even pinned you down right here and fucked you how I would like to fuck him. Or did you forget that?’
‘Oh, no.’ Fox-like and sly, she darts out her tongue again, and that flash of shiny teeth makes Jisung shiver. ‘No way, Minho, ‘course I didn’t forget. But we’ll get to that, won’t we? Me sitting here nice and pretty watching you ease your cock inside him, fuck him dumb and drunk for you, for us—’
‘Yeah, baby,’ Minho says, kissing her right on the mouth in a wet blur of sound and spit. He looks at Jisung again, a twitching at the corner of his mouth. ‘We’ll get to that eventually, won’t we—baby?’
‘Hhhghnnhgh—’ He shivers, hand gone still while watching them kiss, but he starts to move again when Minho slips in a second finger. ‘Hyung, I’ve—I’ve never—’
‘I know, dollface,’ he says. ‘I’ll be gentle.’
‘He will,’ Minhee says. ‘He was so sweet with me. Our first time—he made it so good. Ah, I was telling a story, wasn’t I?’
‘Please.’
‘Right,’ she says, ‘darling, you can go a bit faster. And add another finger—I can take it. I like it. Okay?’
‘Hhngh, okay. Okay.’
‘Good boy.’ She curls her fingers around his bicep and squeezes down. ‘That night, I went into Minho’s bed,’ she says, ‘and I picked up his hand and started toying with his fingers. You know, quite innocently, actually. You really—ah, right there—you won’t believe, Sungie, how much we can get away with in public. Being twins—nobody bats an eye if we’re close. If he licks candyfloss off my fingers or we share a drink or he has his arm around me. I guess everyone thinks there’s that special Twin Thing, that mythic connection—’
‘It’s not mythic,’ Minho interjects. ‘I’ve shared my whole life with you. It’s real. You know it’s real.’
‘Yeah.’ She clenches down on their fingers again. ‘Yeah, I know. So—’ She catches Jisung’s eyes again. ‘I told him how Eunwoo had told me her boyfriend had fingered her, and she said it felt so good. And then I—ah, am I getting the story right, Minho? I was like, I’m kinda curious, still playing with your fingers, and then I put your hand on my thigh. And you were like—’ She sighs again, such a fairy-like sound from high in her throat, and a muscle in her thigh flexes. ‘Minho was like, Minhee-yah, you’re—you’re my sister, isn’t that—what’re you, I mean, isn’t that wrong—’
‘I fuckin’ wanted to, though,’ Minho says, sending Jisung a meaningful glance. ‘The way she was looking at me—well, you know how she can be. Little cocktease.’
‘Yeah,’ Jisung says, more overwhelmed than he’s ever been in his life. ‘Yeah, I—she’s so hot. And you—fuck, you’re both—you’re both so hot.’
‘Thank you, darling,’ Minhee teases. ‘Ah, I guess I need to tell you that I taught him how to kiss when we were, like, thirteen. But then we never really talked about that again, so—’
‘You taught him how to—’ Jisung gasps, shuddering again, feeling like this is an avalanche, this is him being swept away to his death, this is him enjoying it.
‘It wasn’t a big deal,’ Minhee says. ‘He came home all sad ‘cause some girl said he was a bad kisser.’
‘Shit.’
‘Yeah,’ Minho says. ‘Most humiliating day of my life. But anyway—’ He grabs Jisung’s wrist to time their thrusts. ‘She held it over my head that night. She was like, I thought since I taught you how to kiss, you could teach me about this stuff. And I was still touching her thigh. And, God, feel here—’ He places Jisung’s free hand on her inner thigh. ‘Just like that. So soft.’
‘I’m—’ He heaves in a breath. ‘Fuck. What the fuck.’
Minhee puffs out an endeared giggle. ‘Didn’t I say something like, come on, aren’t you curious, too?’
‘Yeah, something like that. And I was still trying to, you know—I was so fucking nervous. What if you were just taking the piss or something? What if you didn’t mean it?’
‘But I did,’ she says, and it sounds a little bit like a prayer. Something hallowed about it. ‘And you said you’re not my boyfriend, though, not like Eunwoo’s boyfriend.’
‘And you told me,’ Minho says, ‘and I remember this, because I think about it all the fucking time. You told me, no, you’re better.’
‘Hhghhngh—’ Jisung throbs in his underwear, arousal lodged in his belly, as real as an extra organ. When Minhee clenches again, his own hips snap forward, needy.
‘You are,’ she whispers. ‘You’re so much better, Minho-yah.’ She looks at Jisung again, and at this point she looks—God, she’s stunning. She’s gorgeous like this, flushed pink and slightly out of breath and her hair coming undone. ‘And that’s—that’s how it all started, I guess. And then we figured everything out together.’
‘Holy shit.’
Minho crooks his fingers and circles his thumb at Minhee’s clit. ‘Look how well she’s taking it, Sungie,’ he says, close suddenly, mouth hovering just below Jisung’s ear. ‘Don’t you want to get your mouth on her? Just—suck on her pretty clit and fuck your tongue inside her, feel how soft she is for you. She tastes so fucking good, too.’ He catches Jisung’s earlobe between his teeth and tugs gently. ‘I’ll share her, okay? ‘Cause you’re such a darling. ‘Cause I want to ruin you, too. I’ll be nice—I’ll share. And we’ll let you figure everything out with us, too.’
‘Please,’ he whispers.
Minho threads his fingers through Jisung’s hair and pushes his head down.
He sucks in a sharp breath and parts his lips, nervous and excited and—
Oh. Oh.
When she sighs above him, his hips rut forward.
‘Good boy,’ they both say, and the mingling of their voices makes him shiver.
‘It’s okay if you’re a little sloppy,’ Minho says, still holding Jisung’s head in place. ‘Just feel your way, okay? Flatten your tongue against her pussy. And she likes it when you suck her clit between your lips, so try that. Go slow at first. Don’t rush it.’
Jisung moans against Minhee’s cunt, so satiny and wet for him, the softest thing he’s ever touched. He grabs her thighs and licks against her, still not really sure what he’s doing, but—he tries to just feel his way like Minho said. He nudges his nose against her and follows with his tongue, enthusiastically licking between her lips and suckling on her clit, thrilling with pleasure when she curls her hand next to her brother’s, both of them grabbing his hair.
‘Fuck—’ she groans, pelvis tilting off the bed against his face. ‘Yeah, there—good boy. Just like that, don’t stop, don’t stop—’
‘That means don’t stop,’ Minho instructs. ‘Don’t slow down and don’t go faster. Just keep doing exactly what you’re doing, baby. Fuck, you should see her right now—’
He’s dizzy. His fingers shake where he’s holding her thighs and everything is so—much. Feverish. Hot. Soft warmth and peach light glowing through him.
Wet sounds wash over him and he realises they’re kissing. They’re making out. Oh, fuck. Shit. He wants to watch them. He wants to watch them forever and he wants to be between them and he wants to touch them and he wants to be touched. He feels so special that they shared this with him. He feels so special that they chose him.
How wonderful to be chosen, and wanted.
‘Ah, ah, ah—’ Minhee gasps. ‘Ah, baby—’
‘Go on,’ Minho says, ‘make her come, Sungie. Make her come just like she made you come. Be good now. Be a good fucking boy and make my sister come the way she deserves—’
‘Fuck, I’m—’ she squeals, grinding up against Jisung’s mouth, thighs clamping down around his face as she shakes through an orgasm.
He keeps licking at her, feeling so high and shaky it’s like he’s the one who just came.
Maybe he did.
He can’t tell.
His mind is too foggy, too glittery, too obsessed with her, and him, and them—
‘Good boy,’ Minho coos, ‘good boy, keep going. One more time. One more time, baby, and I’ll make it so good for you later. Okay?’
‘Hhghnh—’ He noses against her clit and licks at her, mouthing at her whole vulva and then pushing his tongue into her. He wants to say that it’s already good. He wants to say he can’t imagine how it could get better, but he still shivers at the thought.
‘Ah, fuck.’ She grabs his shoulder and rides his face. ‘Fuck, Minho-yah, he’s so—he’s so enthusiastic. Oh, I can’t wait to show him how to suck dick. He’s perfect. He’s so perfect.’
The praise shines through him, and the promise embedded in her words.
‘You’re right,’ Minho says. ‘You excited for us to fuck you together, baby girl? I know how much you love to feel full.’
She whimpers, and it drives Jisung insane.
‘I’m—’ she begins. ‘Yeah, jagi. I’m excited to figure everything out all over again.’