106 — In Her Eyes IV (Conclusion)

A dizzy blur—that was how I'd describe my evening with Mia. Not because I couldn't remember every moment with perfect clarity. Quite the contrary, in fact. My memory ensured I wouldn't ever forget an ounce of the craziness we had just unleashed. But it felt a lot like I was floating on a cloud. At once disconnected from and incredibly connected to everything happening in that room.

I've fucked her on the couch, missionary. The first orgasm of many more to come.

Then against the wall.

Over the kitchen counter, doggy, until she shrilled and almost tipped us sideways, as I shot yet another load over her deliciously sweaty back.

Into the bedroom.

Against the closet door, my hands pressed flat against the surface.

Under her, cowgirl style.

In front of her full length mirror, with her legs hooked up over the edges.

Inside her shower, standing.

In the bathtub, my cock sheathed all the way down her throat, her beautiful lips pursed tightly over my girth. She orally worshipped my cock with a ludicrous degree of fervor, blowing me until my balls ached and were drained completely, pumping spurts of thick seed down her gulping throat.

And I'm sure there were more, but that's where the dream haze gets blurry, because I woke up with the mother of all migraines, naked, curled around the edge of the bed like an ouroboros.

The room was a mess, strewn with clothes, random items, a broken vase and scattered beads from some chandelier we apparently brought down, and who knew what else.

We fucked... a lot.

And hard.

No way a couple in our early twenties should have that much stamina, or be that... animalistic. I had a hunch, from the feel of my back and shoulders. In all probability, her fingernails had gouged me with some creative tribal markings. The morning afterglow could not disguise the raw sting of her scratches.

I glanced at Mia, who was sleeping next to be, her beautiful, pale back, wide-open for me, relatively unblemished, save for some fading red patches where I might have gripped a little too strongly.

In the bliss of our collective lust, I might not have realized the bruising ferocity of my grip around her arms, thighs, buttocks, and, possibly her hips, during some point of her oral service.

I couldn't help myself, to be honest.

When it comes to sex, especially with the woman you loved, I tended to lose control, let myself free a little too easily and uncaring of consequences. I just didn't realize to what extent until now. But, she hadn't voiced any displeasure either, if we considered the earlier sexual deviance a clear indication.

If anything, last night showed me that Mia was quite an adventurous young lady with a particular type of taste. Some of which she wouldn't admit to.

Slowly, I shuffled out of the sheets and stood up. The ambient lighting was slightly more pronounced now that the sun was in the process of rising. I trudged towards the full-length mirror, where Mia and I had spent one glorious, shameful—well, for her—session in front of it and took my own reflection.

My torso and abdomen were full of red welts. I was riddled, all over with scratches and teeth marks, though some were much more faded than the rest. The healing would take a while, certainly, but, oddly enough, I was just the tiniest bit pleased about it.

Then I turned around, looking at my reflected back over my shoulder.

Mia had said something about tribal markings. I took the jest quite literally and confirmed that, sure enough, there were scratches there. Big, reddened and angry welts, some of which showed clear signs of having bled, but were already scabbed.

Naturally, these weren't tribal markings, unless we are in an African jungle and some warlock had resurfaced in an attempt to appease his fertility deity. The number of scratches was absurd, like something out of a CGI-enhanced horror film. It would take a while to fully heal all of that. Mia might be getting a small lecture or two, along the lines of 'I love you Noona, but this shit looks like I've been mugged by a group of maniacal house cats'.

I glanced at Mia again, still fast asleep. I stared at her face for a few minutes before moving in to place a gentle kiss upon her head. She stirred slightly, her eyelids twitching as she let out a sleepy moan, one which made the need stir within me, but I'd have to try and resist it for now.

It wouldn't do well to ravage her further so soon. She deserved a break.

And honestly, so did I.

But I really needed to sit down and think about what had taken over me last night. I had to address the issue that my previous lust-addled mind had entirely glossed over.

I never showed any ability of perpetual sexual rigidity.

I fucked like a horse, and came like one too. No breaks. No downtime. One straight session. By the end of it, Mia was swathed and soaked and sticky, with enough cum on her to fill up a plate, but my balls and dick would still be fully functional and throbbing with intent to serve.

In the end, I had to help my sister bathe because she was too exhausted to even move her legs; she had glared at me throughout the cleaning process, which was both cute and arousing.

After which I dragged her back to bed and cuddled.

That was when her sweet purring ended, as she fell asleep the instant her head rested upon my chest.

And now I was gently stirring her awake, because I couldn't overstay and had the obligation to go back to the training center.  I crouched by her side of the bed, caressing her face before playfully poking her cheek a few times.

"Huhm....mmmhnng~" She grunted and shifted and then finally opened her eyes, which focused on me with the fluttering of her long, lashes, making a surge of primal attraction shoot straight to my crotch. "Hahum."

A muffled moan escaped her.

"How do you feel, Noona?" I asked, even though her weary and squinted eyes told me pretty much everything, anyway.

"Like... hah. A monster fucked me a lot and all I remember are flashes..."

I scratched the back of my ear, slightly guilty.

"I am sorry, Noona." I said sheepishly. "We should have stopped, or at least drank plenty of water..."

I may have fucked her unconscious for a brief time.

She placed a slender hand over her mouth. "Hunf, ha... you are lucky I don't have anything planned today. Or you would've committed seppuku for having wrecked your sister..."

I chuckled, staring intently at my groin, hoping to tame my current erection before standing up. "Yes, Noona. Forgive me for the transgressions against your poor, weakened and torn apart cunt and womb." I couldn't help but tease a little, of course. "Are we even still compatible for having children in the future, you think, Noona? Have I impaired us?"

Her palm fell upon my cheek with a weak, dull slap. "Already thinking about children, Jae-il? How presumptuous of you~"

She placed her hand over her mouth again, letting out a soft yawn, a sound that caused the apex between her legs to suddenly appear for a moment before hiding. Her pussy wasn't completely shut, either. The lips parted, just enough to see her reddened clit before going hidden.

"I jest, I jest." I raised my hands up disarmingly. "Let this child carry his crimes with dignity and make amends..."

A seductive grin crept across her features. "Ahn?"

"Don't look at me like that, Noona, I don't think my poor dick would appreciate it..."

With great effort, she managed to pull herself into an upright position, the silk of the comforter falling off her exposed, bare breasts, one of her erect nipples peeking out, looking tantalizing and edible.

"So..." Mia sighed, and, with great difficulty, threw her legs over the bed and placed her feet on the carpet. She winced a little and groaned softly.

She ran her fingers through her blonde hair, messy with evidence from our long, prolonged evening, and used her other arm to keep the comforter wrapped around her body to hide her nudeness from view. As if the gesture could still offer any shame of being revealed, as everything was still burned into the most delicious memory that is my mind.

"Go. Fetch me my water, brother."

I took a bow with a wry smile.

"Right away, my lady."

She gave a smug smile. I admired the elegant curve of her body one more time before I turned to do as my Queen instructed.

My gaze fell upon the small kitchenette attached to our room. A couple of glasses sat on the counter next to a coffee machine. I filled one with water from a bottle in the mini-fridge and brought it to her. She took it with a small nod and drank deeply.

"Thank you." She said, her voice still husky with sleep. She set the glass down on the nightstand and looked at me, her eyes a little clearer now, the last vestiges of sleep fading. "You're leaving soon, aren't you?" Her voice was flat. It wasn't a question.

"I have to, Noona. The training schedule..." I trailed off, hating the way her shoulders slumped, just a fraction. The mask of the playful, satisfied lover was slipping. It always did when the deed was over and I had to leave.

"Of course."

Mia rested her head against my shoulder as I sat next to her. She drew a small, almost invisible circle on my chest, her fingers running down the passionate scars she left me with. "This is the part I hate." She whispered. "This little bubble we've been in. It's going to pop."

She wasn't talking about the B&B. She was talking about the reality that we had to go back to.

She was also probably referring to the fact that I'd be back to being Cha Jae-il, the rising star, the football phenomenon. And she... she would go back to being my sister, the beautiful, popular university student. And we would have to pretend.

Again.

"You could stay." Her voice was barely audible. "Just for a little while longer. A few more hours. They wouldn't even notice you were gone."

They would.

Her hand slid down my stomach, her fingers tracing the ridges of my abs, heading south.

I caught her hand before it could reach its destination. "Noona."

She pulled away, rolling her eyes. "Fine." She sighed, throwing herself back onto the pillows, the comforter falling away to reveal her full, beautiful breasts. "Be a spoilsport. Go run around with your ball. See if I care." Her words were sharp, but there was no real anger in them. Just a deep, weary resignation.

I chuckled. "You're so dramatic, Noona." She narrowed her eyes, huffing. "But really, think about it, if I keep indulging, shirking my duties, they'll notice. They'll question things. They'll wonder why their star player is so distracted, so tired." I paused, leaning in to kiss her forehead. "And I'd rather they not wonder about that."

I didn't have to elaborate.

She knew what I meant.

The last thing we needed was for someone to start digging, to connect the dots.

"Alright, alright." She waved a dismissive hand, a gesture that was both regal and petulant. "Go on, then. Get out of here. Leave me here, all alone, a ruined, defiled woman, to fend for herself."

I rolled my eyes at her dramatic flair as I stood up and started gathering my clothes.

"Should I call you a cab?" I offered, pulling on my jeans.

"I think I can manage a phone call, Jae-il. I'm not completely helpless." She sat up, wincing slightly as she did so. A faint, pink flush spread across her cheeks. "I think I'll head straight back home and pass out for a day or two. Seriously, what the hell was that last night? You were possessed."

I paused, my shirt halfway over my head. The thought had crossed my mind too. "I was really horny."

"Horny?" She snorted. "You fucked me into another dimension. Four. Maybe five times. I lost count. I think I saw the face of God. And He looked a lot like you, which is frankly very worrying."

I couldn't help but laugh. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"You would." She shook her head, a small, reluctant smile playing on her lips. "You bastard."

I chuckled, sitting down to put on my socks and shoes. That was when I was ambushed from behind.

Her arms wrapped around my neck, her body pressing against my back, her soft, warm breasts flattening against me through the thin fabric of my shirt. She tightened and chomped down on my shoulder, her teeth and tongue leaving a wet patch on my shirt. I winced. "Ah, damn you, Noona. Why do you always bite?"

"Hehe, sorry." Her eyes gleamed, not the least bit apologetic.

I huffed, nursing the bruise she left. "Stupid foxy Noona."

She then placed her head on my shoulder, her blonde hair tickling my cheek. I could feel her warm breath against my neck.

"I love you, you little monster." She said. "But don't you ever, ever, pull a stunt like that again without a proper warm-up and a gallon of water within arm's reach. Or my vagina will be filing for divorce."

I rolled my eyes in dismay, but couldn't help the smile that adorned my face—and would continue to do so throughout the rest of my day.