103 — In Her Eyes

Mia sent me the address of the B&B, and it was in a quiet, residential area on the outskirts of Seoul. A little hidden gem, she called it. Cheap and tucked far enough that we could breathe more at ease. I had to agree.

The place was a charming two-story building with a small, well-kept garden. The sign, ‘The Serenity Retreat’ was carved from a piece of dark wood and hung by the entrance. It looked cozy. Romantic.

And exactly the kind of place you'd go for totally not illegal sexcapades. Hah. If only the owner knew the kinds of depravity his guests of the evening had in mind.

I checked my watch. It was just past nine. I'd managed to slip away from the training camp without arousing too much suspicion, caught the bus, and got there as far as I could.

Mia was already waiting for me at the door, leaning against the frame, a small, knowing smile on her lips. She looked as radiant and dazzling as ever, with her silky, blonde hair, her beautiful eyes, the mischievous quirk of her eyebrows, and the slight tilt of her head.

"Hello there, lover." She spoke, slightly cocking her chin up. "Finally arrived, I see."

And I, of course, merely smirked, approaching the beacon that was her. "Hello yourself, pretty lady."

We concurred via chat that we'd dress simple. Keep it on the down-low. No reason to draw too much attention to ourselves by dressing flashy. Of course, with Mia's face and figure, simple never looked truly simple.

She wore a pair of tight-fitting jeans that hugged her curves in all the right places and a simple, white t-shirt that left little to the imagination.

She looked mesmerizing—might’ve been that pale skin. Porcelain white and luminous, unrealistically flawless yet still so very, very real.

"Did you have any trouble getting out?" Mia asked, flattening her palm against my chest. She leaned in, the tilt of her head a clear prelude to a kiss I knew would be deep, filthy, messy and unthinking—had I not caught her shoulders and gently pushed.

Because, seriously, we were still outside. We didn’t know if there were any CCTVs around, and we weren’t a conventional couple, not by age nor by relation.

I coughed. “No trouble at all.” Before I gestured with my eyes, whispering. “Not here, Noona.”

A light chuckle.

"Alright, alright, come on in, then." She stepped aside to let me in. The inside of the Serenity Retreat was just as charming as the outside. The decor was a mix of modern and rustic, with wooden furniture, soft lighting, and a faint scent of lavender in the air. Very homely.

I looked around, my eyes taking in the details.

"I've already checked in." Mia said cheerfully and urgently. She skipped ahead. "Our room is on the second floor. Come on, come on. Hurry, hurry!" She took my hand and led me up the narrow staircase, her enthusiasm manifesting in uncontrollable giggles and glances my way.

We were making a lot of noise whilst climbing the stairs, with Mia’s constant giggles and the sound of my own footfalls as I frantically tried to keep up with her pace. She briefly turned to give me an upside-down wicked grin.

Problem was, her ass was swaying in front of me, so openly and vulgarly. And perfectly. It must’ve been deliberate; I had seen it in her eyes in that brief moment she looked down at me.

This minx.

The tight jeans hugged her curves like a second skin, outlining the perfect, heart-shaped globes of her ass with such blatant provocation that I had to do it.

My hand, possessed by a mischievous entity of its own, twitched.

A little devil perched on my shoulder, whispering sweet nothings about the joys of spontaneous, surprise rectal examinations. Go on, it coaxed. It's practically begging for it. Think of it as... quality control. Checking for structural integrity. She's your sister, for God's sake. You owe it to her.

I found my index finger hovering, trembling, uncertain but eager. It aimed directly at the epicenter of that denim-clad temptation. Just a little poke. A friendly 'howdy-do' from the rear.

A test of the fabric's tensile strength.

I was about to make contact, to commit the act, when Mia, as if she had a sixth sense for impending molestation, shot up a few steps.

"Ah, ah, ah." She waggled a finger back at me, not even turning around. "Hands to yourself, mister. Or you'll only be looking at the food tonight."

"I don't care, Noona. I must do it."

Mia laughed, a quiet, yet melodic sound. And it made me want to do it even more.

Just to hear her squeal in surprise, to see her jump. It was a primal urge. So I did.

A quick, firm jab right in the center of her buttcheeks.

It was less a poke and more of a full-throated prod. My finger shot up and speared her from behind.

She yelped, a high-pitched, undignified squeak that echoed through the narrow stairwell. She lurched forward, nearly tripping over her own feet, her hand flying back to cover her ass, as if to protect it from further assault.

"You little—!" She whipped her head around, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock and outrage, but a smile was already tugging at the corners of her lips.

Then she panicked, seeing that I had absolutely no intention of stopping. She scrambled up the remaining steps with a comical sense of urgency, her giggles turning into breathless little gasps. I chased after her, my own laughter rumbling in my chest. We were a pair of overgrown kids, playing a stupid, inappropriate game of tag.

Our room was at the end of the hall.

Mia managed to flee into safety, turning around to face my relentless charge just as we reached the door.

She looked at me, a curtain of silky blonde tresses covering her right eye. But her left one was crinkled in a mix of mirth and defiance. I slowed down my momentum just enough not to crash onto her, but to respectfully crash my lips onto hers.

I had meant for it to be quick. A simple, chaste peck. Just to catch my breath after all that running. But Mia, Mia was having none of that.

Her hands flew to my neck, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss, her tongue already swiping at my lower lip.

"Let me..." She panted, briefly disengaging to speak, only to moan when her neck was bared to me, and my mouth immediately started on it. "Open... the door, Jae-il. Ahhh, dammit!"

She somehow managed to turn around and punch the numbers into the keypad while I was busy marking her neck, sucking on her sweet skin, my hands greedily squeezing her ass through the thick denim.

The lock clicked open with a cheerful beep.

Mia pushed the door open and all but fell inside, dragging me with her. The door slammed shut behind us, the sound going off like a gunshot.

And then it was pure madness, because we tumbled into each other, tearing our clothes off with the sort of desperation you only see in bad romance movies. The jeans came off. The t-shirt. The bra. The underwear. It was a frantic flurry of limbs and fabric and hungry, open-mouthed kisses.

We didn't even make it to the bed. In fact, we didn't even turn the lights on. For all we know, there could've been a surprise birthday party happening inside, with all of our friends and family members ready to jump out of their hiding places at any moment, as we were caught in a compromising position, and would be forced to commit seppuku right then and there to preserve our family's honor.

Can you imagine? The headlines? 'NATIONAL PLAYER JAE-IL AND HIS SISTER CAUGHT IN FLAGRANTE DELICTO; SHAMEFUL, INCESTUOUS AFFAIR ROCKS THE NATION'. A media circus. A scandal that would destroy everything we've ever worked for.

But Mia didn't think. And I didn't care. The world outside didn't exist.

We fell on the first thing that could've worked as a makeshift fuckable surface.

A couch. A big, plush, and very comfortable-looking couch, covered in a soft, velvety fabric. And we were about to defile it in the most glorious way possible.

My hands were everywhere. On her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, her back. I couldn't get enough of her. Her skin was so soft, so warm.

And she was just as bad. Her hands roamed all over my body, her nails digging into my back, leaving red, angry welts on my skin. It was the kind of pain that turned you on even more. "Jae-il..." She breathed out my name, her voice hoarse with desire. "Fuck, I need you in me."

And to emphasize her words, she reached between my legs, taking me into her grasp. Her hand felt so warm, her fingers nimble and sure as she pumped her fist up and down, drawing a low groan from the depths of my lungs.

My eyes rolled back in my head as I felt my cock twitch, throb. I was so hard it hurt—the ache a sweet, sweet torment.

I pulled her hand away and pinned both of her wrists above her head, my eyes locking with hers. Hers were so dark I could scarcely make out their color in the darkness around us.

I looked down at her, at the woman who was my sister, at the woman who was also my lover.

At this woman, who was panting like a rabid animal who knew no logic or reason, sweating so profusely, her blonde mane a tangled mess.

She squirmed, testing my grip, then stopped, the fight seemingly draining out of her limbs to be replaced by a liquid softness that was more dangerous than any resistance.

Her head tilted back against the velvety couch cushion, exposing the long, pale line of her throat I had just been feasting on. In the faint, ambient light from the window, her eyes shone, and I hoped it was merely my impression, because I could have sworn I saw something else in there besides lust.