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 Story Codes: inc Fsolo panties

   NOTE THE FIRST STORY CODE.  This story series revolves around consensual
sex between adult members of the same family.  If that bothers you, you
should stop reading now.

   Language notes: Occasionally I use Korean words here where I feel it
captures the feelings better.  Here are the translations for words used in
this story.

   Oppa: Older brother Daebak: Bingo, sweet, score, awesome Ah, nemsae:
"What the hell is that smell?"

   Jieun finished the door code to their apartment and pushed the door
open. "Oppa!  I'm home." She said, bending over to take off her high heels.
She heard a strange grunt from behind her brother's door in answer.  He's
getting stranger every day, she thought.  Well, at least this way she could
get free a bit quicker.  Today was the first day she'd worn one of her new
thongs, and the thin strap of fabric slipped into her ass crack had kept
her horny all day.  Hyolim was right, thongs felt incredibly sexy.  Her bag
dropped onto the table and she walked into her room while she unzipped her
beige skirt.

   "Ah, nemsae!" she muttered to herself as she walked into her room.  She
couldn't quite place the smell.  Almonds?  Cleaner?  It certainly wasn't
the way her room usually smelled.  Either way, she closed the door quickly
and rushed to her bed to take off her leggings and the now soaked blue
thong.  They clung to her wet pussy for a moment before dropping to the
floor.  Her fingers brushed her slit, but she quickly stopped herself. 
With her brother here, she didn't want to risk being heard.  Better to run
over to the DVD bang next door with 'gyelan', her tiny, egg-shaped
vibrator, she thought as she hurried to her dresser.  Suddenly, she stopped
as she stepped in something wet.  "What the hell?" She bent down to see a
small milky puddle, spread oblong by the balls of her feet.  "Is there a
leak?  But that's not water." She wondered as she looked up at the ceiling.
As her gaze fell back to the floor, she spotted another odd trail of
wetness running down the front of her dresser.  "What the fuck is this?"
she said, reaching for a tissue from her desk.  Suddenly, it hit her.  But
there was only one person who could have cum in her room.

   mmmmMMMMmmmm...  She jerked her hand away from her pussy, he might hear!
It had to be Minjun's cum, she thought as she eyed the puddle on the floor,
barely the size of a tube of lipstick.  She bent down to inspect the
remains.  The smell was stronger here, and she decided that it really
wasn't so unpleasant after all.  She started to touch it, then paused. 
"Well, you've already stepped in it," she said and dabbed it with her
finger.  It clung for a second, then ran off in a thick, creamy glob.  She
touched it again, scrapping some up with her finger this time, and smelled
it.  Ever since Hyolim had come home from Seoul and told her all about her
sexcapades at university, she'd dreamed of her first time seeing cum.  She
had imagined it spewing from a grunting junior or senior all over her face
and breasts like the videos she had seen, not laying cold on her floor
after her brother had been...  what HAD he been doing?

   She looked back up to the dresser.  The top and bottom drawers of her
dresser didn't have the jizz trails.  Obviously, he hadn't been aiming at
the top drawer, but the only way the bottom drawer would be clean is if it
were open.  She opened the drawer again and gasped.  Her pink boyshort
panties with white hearts had a large wet spot with a sticky looking glob
on top.  She felt her hand moving to her slit again and fought the urge by
picking up the soiled panties.  She noticed that several more of her
panties had smaller wet spots and that her green thong was missing.  Had he
stolen her thong?

   Unable to resist anymore, she clenched the wet panties in her hand as
her fingers flew across her clit.  A loud moan escaped her lips, and she
did the only thing she could think of to stop it.  The salty taste of the
cum soaked panties only made her orgasm faster.  She sat back, then laid
down on the floor, her fingers never stopping their dance of ecstasy on her
swelling clit.  She felt her world shrinking to a point of warmth and
wetness between her legs before it exploded outward, washing her with light
and heat as her muscles twitched.  She barely had the presence of mind to
keep her scream to a high-pitched moan through the bunched cotton in her
mouth.

   Minjun looked up from the laundry machine as he tossed her thong and his
boxer in.  What was that?  Oh, fuck!  Did she catch me?  I thought the
thong caught everything!  Quickly, he started the laundry and grabbed his
coat from the table, "Hey, I'm going to the library to study, be back
later!" He rushed out the door and made it halfway to the bus stop before
realizing he'd probably blown his cover by leaving his backpack on the
table.  He wasn't about to go back, he'd make up something later if she
said anything.

   Jieun lay back on her floor, the pink panties replaced by the fingers
which had carried her to orgasm just a few moments ago.  Apparently he
hadn't heard, thank God.  She thought as she sucked the last of her juices
from her fingers.  She selected a pair of deep violet panties that were
lace everywhere but the gusset and pulled them on.  There was a small glob
of cum near the waistband, and coolness against her skin had her dripping
again.  She looked around the room again as she pulled on her skirt.  Where
had he put that thong?

   She stepped out into the kitchen/living room of their tiny apartment and
saw the lime-green answer suspended in soapy water amongst a sea of darker
jeans and boxers in the wash.  He must have used them to jack off and just
done a shitty job catching it all.  Probably because it was a lot, she
thought and her hand drifted to her privates once more.

   "This is going to be a good year." She moaned as her hands drifted under
her skirt again.
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