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 There was always a gap between Eun-ju and her older brother, Young-joon,
that she couldn't quite understand.  It was there for as long as she could
remember.  It wasn't only that they weren't close, as many siblings aren't
close, but the distance seemed complicated by something else.

   His gene set made Young-joon look different than other Koreans, for the
first thing, with sharper features and a larger frame than usual, and his
sandy brown hair.  But there was also something in the way he looked at
her. He was her brother, and yet he looked at her the way she saw other
boys looking at her as she bloomed into a stunning young woman.

   It started about the time she was 12, and he was 14.  Her legs were
growing longer and her breasts, once flat, were gaining some volume, so
that her old shirts and dresses were rather embarrassing, and her mother
had to bring her out one day to replace them.  But before that had
happened, and she was running around the house in a tight tee-shirt,
Young-Joon had been eyeing her closely.

   He began startling her.  Once, when she was thirteen, she came out of
the shower and he was there.

   "Sorry," he said, to her cries of outrage.  "I thought I had a moment...
I just had to get my toothbrush!  I'm late!" But he'd gotten a good look at
her body, and later, after he was scolded by their father, Eun-ju could
have sworn Young-joon winked at her.

   And so things went for the next three years.  She would catch him
looking at her at school, at home.  For a while she made a joke of it,
sticking her tongue out at him.  But something in his gaze was unsettling
to the young woman.  One day she brought it up with her mother.

   "Young-Joon looks funny at me," Eun-ju said.  "He looks at me like other
boys."

   Her mother slapped her.  "Don't talk like that about your brother," she
said.  "He'll be head of this house one day.  He'll take care of you,
because you're obviously too wild for any man to want to marry you!"

   Eun-ju, not used to anything but being fawned over, ran to her room, and
cried.  Her father came in to ask what was the matter, but she couldn't
talk about it.  She didn't want to get Young-joon in trouble.

   Things changed the summer after her 16th birthday.  Young-joon had just
graduated from high school and was preparing to go to serve his mandatory
military service along the DMZ, near the American base.  He had been
working out in preparation and even Eun-ju, coping with all kinds of new
hormones, had to admit he looked pretty good, though she felt ashamed of
it. Something in Young-joon was unleashed by all the hormones he built up
by weightlifting, too, and his gazes toward her grew longer.  Finally, one
night she was sleeping in bed when her mattress depressed.  She woke with a
start.

   "Is someone there?" She said.

   "Shhh," said the voice.  "Don't yell." It was Young-joon.

   "O-pah," she said.  "What are you doing?"

   "My room is too hot," he said.  "I need to sleep in your bed."

   "But I don't want to sleep on the couch."

   "Stop whining!  You don't have to sleep on the couch.  Just stay here.
I'll leave in a couple of hours."

   "There's not enough room!"

   'We'll make room."

   And so they did.  She turned her back toward him and he shifted around
on his side.  He finally fell asleep leaning against her.  They were back
to back, at least that night.

   The next night the same thing happened.

   "Why don't you tell Um-ma and Up-pa?" Eun-ju complained.  "They'll buy
you a fan!"

   "Be quiet!" He hissed.  This time he turned and pressed his chest to her
back.  "My side hurts from laying on my left side all night last night," he
said.  She said nothing.  She could feel his midsection pressing into her.

   The next night came and went and nothing happened, and she wondered if
their parents had bought him a fan.  Then the next night he was back, this
time dressed only in his boxers.  He snuggled his chiseled body against
hers.  She complained lightly.

   "Shhh," he said.  "I'm very hot.  I sleep almost naked now."

   "I don't want you sleeping that way in my bed!"

   "Then you can get out," he said.

   She said nothing, and stayed.  His body was against hers.  At some point
in the night she woke up and was aware of his arm around her waist.  She
woke up again later and he was gone.  But when she rolled over, she rolled
over a little wet patch in the mattress, and frowned, puzzled.

   Two nights later -- and a load of laundry later -- he was back.  Her
hand was just so as he climbed in and she felt the bare skin of his hips.
She gasped.

   "Where are your clothes?" Eun-ju hissed.

   "Shhh," Young-Joon said.  "Be quiet.  If Um-ma and Up-pa find us like
this, they'll kick us out of the house."

   "They'll kick YOU out," she said.  "What are you doing?"

   "Shhh," he said.  She turned her back to him and closed her eyes.  In a
moment, however, his hand grasped her shoulder.

   "Turn toward me," he said.

   "No.  Go to sleep."

   "I don't want to sleep."

   "I need to sleep!  I have things to do tomorrow!" She said, outraged.

   "Turn toward me."

   His voice was menacing, and she turned herself around.  He was looking
into her eyes in the dark.

   "Have you ever seen a man's body before?" He said.

   "No!" She said.

   "Never?"

   "I saw a boy once," she said.  'At the pool.  His friends threw him
naked onto the deck."

   "A boy," Young-Joon said.  "Did you see his penis!"

   "Young-Joon!"

   "Keep your voice down or we're in trouble," he said.  "Did you see it?"

   "Yes," she said, after a moment.

   "What did it look like?"

   "Kind of an eel," she said.

   He chuckled.  "Were you curious?"

   She said nothing.

   "A man's penis is bigger," he said.  "Do you know what happens to it
sometimes?"

   "Young-Joon..."

   'Shhh!" He said.  "Do you?"

   "Do you mean..."

   "Yes," he said.  "When men and women do...  that."

   "I don't know much," she said.  "Just that...  he puts it between her
legs and somehow a baby comes out."

   Young-Joon muffled his laugh.  "That's right, I guess."

   "Why are you asking me these things?"

   'Because, Eun-ju-ah, pretty Eun-ju-ah, you make me think of those things
a lot.  You're a woman now."

   "I'm your sister!"

   He chuckled.  "Are you curious about penises?  All young women are."

   "I'm not," she lied.

   "I overheard you at your locker talking with your slutty friend,
Soo-bin," he said.  "She was talking about men's eels."

   "That was nothing," she said.

   "Touch mine," he said.

   "No!"

   "Shhh!" He hissed.  "Touch mine or I'll tell Um-ma that you had someone
in here."

   "I did not!"

   "I heard them talking.  They found the stain in your sheets the other
night and wondered if you had a boy in here."

   "That was from you!"

   "I'll just deny it," Young-joon said.  "Who would believe that it was
me?"

   "That's not fair!"

   "Just touch me," Young-Joon said.  "You need to learn about men before
one takes you to be his wife.  Do you want me to help you?  I can tell you
where to put your hand."

   "O-pah..."

   He took her hand.  "Relax," he said.

   Slowly at first, then gradually, as she slowly submitted, he pressed her
hand down to his midsection.  Her hand brushed his hard stomach first, and
then she felt hair, and then her hand was between his legs.  She felt his
eel, hot and moist.

   "Rub it," Young-Joon said.

   "I touched it!  Isn't that enough!"

   "You rub it," he said, "like you want to."

   He pressed her hand into his, and began rubbing her hand against his
penis.

   "Good girl," he said.  "Now keep rubbing it.  Rub it or I tell Um-ma and
Up-pa about your night visitor."

   She fought back tears and rubbed her palm against his penis.  In a
moment he moaned a little and she felt it getting thicker.  Then it
twitched to life, and began to get hard.  She pulled back her hand in
surprise, but he guided it back.

   'Rub," he said.  She obliged, sniffling.

   "Wrap your hand around it," Young-Joon said.  "Good...  there.  Pull it.
Like you pull a broom handle."

   She pulled his penis, her fingers and palm rubbing along the lengthening
shaft.  She couldn't see, of course, but she was aware that it was much
bigger than the penis she'd seen at the pool.  This one filled her palm,
extended past it, slapped the inside of her forearm.

   Young-Joon was breathing more quickly.  "Keep pulling," he said.  "Keep
pulling..."

   "My arm is getting tired..."

   "Keep pulling," he moaned.  "Oh, baby, you're getting there."

   "Getting where?"

   "Oh, pull, baby, pull," he said.  "You'll see...  tell me I'm sexy."

   "No!"

   "Tell me or--"

   "You're sexy," she snuffed.  He responded with a lusty little grunt. 
His knee went up in the air, giving her hand unimpeded access to his penis.
He rocked his hips with her strokes.

   "Tell me you want me," he moaned.  "And pull faster."

   Her hand quickened.  Something had leaked out of his penis and her palm
slipped along it easily now.

   "I...  want you," she sniffled.

   "Good...  good..." he moaned.  "Oh, Eun-ju, pull it, pull it, long and
firm...  yeah...  yeah!"

   As she pulled he pulled her close, so their bodies were pressed
together.

   "Keep pulling!" He moaned.  "Yeah, baby, yeah!" His body rocked against
hers.

   And suddenly his penis, by now hard as rock, pulsed, and quaked, and a
long spurt of hot liquid shot out, up her arm, into the crook of her elbow,
onto her shirt.  Young-Joon gasped as spray after spray of the liquid
spewed all over her, up to her chin, her neck.

   "Eun-ju, Eun-ju," he moaned, as the fountain of liquid finally began to
dissipate.  "I never...  you never...  that was great..."

   "Are we done?" She said, tearfully.

   "Clean up," he said.  "Don't let our parents discover it.  They'll know
that smell."

   "Oh, Young-Joon," she moaned.  "What are we doing?"

   "Don't worry," he said.  "We're just doing what's natural.  You need to
learn about men.  Brothers teach their sisters this."

   A couple days later Eun-ju was reading when her mother came in.  She had
a very serious look on her face as she sat next to Eun-ju on the sofa.

   "Eun-ju-ah," she said, "you are a beautiful girl and no doubt the boys
have noticed you.  Tell me.  Is there someone you're not telling me about?"


   Eun-ju looked at her.  If only her mother knew.  But Eun-ju shook her
head.

   "No, um-ma," she said.

   "Are you sure?"

   "Yes."

   "I see," her mother said.  "Well, I don't believe you.  But if that's
the answer I'm going to get, fine.  So be it."

   Eun-ju watched her go.  A few minutes later Young-joon came in.  He only
came when their mother had gone out of the house for a moment.

   "You fool," he hissed.  "What did you do with your clothes after the
other night?"

   "I put them in the wash!" She cried.

   "Did you wash them yourself?"

   She was quiet.

   "I told you to take care of it," he said.  "Now they suspect something!"


   'Well," she said, "maybe they should."

   He gave her a little slap across the face.  "You're doing what a sister
should do.  We're teaching each other about the other sex."

   "I never heard of this!"

   "Who do you think would talk about it?" He hissed.

   He got up and left.  Her mother came back, and there was a new air in
the house.  For several nights Young-joon didn't come, as her parents
seemed to be sleeping light as mice.  When she got up to go to the
bathroom, she met them halfway.

   "Where are you going?" Her mother would ask.

   But in the absence of Young-joon she finally had some time to digest
what had happened.  She replayed pulling his penis over and over in her
mind.  It was a significant thing, long and meaty and firm, and when he
spewed his liquid she couldn't stop him, even when she clamped her hand
tight over the shaft of his penis.  A part of her was impressed by the
thing.  She found her hand lingering over similar objects, such as
cucumbers and brooms.

   It was a hot day when Young-Joon returned.  Her parents must have been
tired from the heat because they didn't stop them.  Eun-ju woke up and felt
Young-Joon slipping into the sheets beside her.  She turned toward him and
her hand dropped voluntarily to his crotch.  She pulled until he was
throbbing and stiff.  She was starting to get into it, anticipating the
white fountain, sensing it coming.

   "Eun-ju-ah," he moaned.  "Can you take off your shirt?"

   "O-pah..."

   "Please," he said.  "I just want to try something."

   She unwrapped her hand from his penis and weighed his request.  Finally,
with a little twinge of submission that thrilled her, she reached down,
grabbed the edges of her shirt and pulled.  She was bare under the shirt.
Young-Joon grunted approval and took her grapefruit breasts in his hands.

   "You've grown here," he said.  "You're bigger than the other girls."

   "You're embarrasing me," she said.

   But he already had lowered his head, and had taken her nipple in his
mouth.  She gasped, as this was the first time she had been on the
receiving end of any kind of sexual touch.  His tongue lapped her nipple
eagerly, first one, then the other.  She began feeling sensations she'd
never felt before.  The self-consciousness dissipated as waves of a
tickling kind of feeling traveled up and down from her breasts down her
belly, to her knees, her toes, up her inner thigh, tingling something
between her legs.  She giggled suddenly.

   "You like it?" Young-Joon said, almost sounding surprised.

   "It's okay," she said, and giggled again.

   "Lay on your back," he said.

   "Why?" A feeling of panic went through her.  What was he thinking of
doing?

   "Just do it," he said.

   Feeling slightly abuzz from the treatment he'd given her breasts, she
was a little less inhibited, and laid back.  Then he was suddenly
straddling her, his thighs under her armpits.  His weight was upon her.

   "What are you doing--" She said, then gasped as she felt his hot penis
slide up along her sternum.

   "Press your breasts together so they clamp my penis," Young-Joon said.

   "Oh, O-pah..."

   "Do it," he whispered.  "Or I tell."

   Slowly, hesitantly, she brought her hands to the sides of her breasts
and pressed them against his penis.  Her breasts encased it, and Young-Joon
emitted a little moan of excitement.  Then he began to rock his hips, and
his penis began to rub her breasts.

   "They call this a titty fuck," he said.  "You see why?"

   She nodded, feeling his penis, hot and hard, moving along her sternum.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on how his body moved against her
nipples.  Those little tendrils of pleasure began running through her
again, and the feeling grew so intense at her core that she moaned, for the
first time in her life, in sexual pleasure.  Only then she noticed that
Young-Joon was moaning.  His penis was moving fast; his testicles banged
against her ribs.

   Then he let out a cry like he had the other night when she rubbed him
with her hand, and suddenly semen was spraying on her neck, her chin, her
lips.

   "Oh baby, oh baby," he moaned.  "You did it...  you did it again..."

   He departed quickly, and she went to the bathroom to clean up.  She
looked at herself in the mirror.  Was she as attractive as Young-Joon said?
Or was he just trying to get what he wanted from her?

   The next day she was late for school, and her father agreed to give her
money to catch a cab.  She flagged down a random cab outside the house and
got in.  She looked up in time to see the cabbie watching her in the
rearview.  He was young, and kind of rough looking, in a dangerous and
handsome sort of way.  He smiled at her.  She started talking.  Finally
they reached the school, and he paused.

   "Would you want to go to a movie sometime?" He said, and she could tell
it had taken him a lot of guts to say it.

   "I can't," she said.  "My parents don't want me to date."

   "Oh," he said, his voice falling.

   "Do you want to titty fuck me?" She said.  His eyes got wide as saucers
in the rearview.

   In a moment he was on top of her in a hidden alley, his penis -- not
quite as big as her brother -- throbbing between her breasts.

   "Am I pretty?  Am I beautiful?" She asked, squirming in delight.

   "You're beautiful," he said, just before he released his semen all over
her bare chest.

   A couple nights later Young-Joon came back.  This time she took off her
shirt without asking, and in a moment he was astride her again, his pulsing
penis rubbing between her breasts, tapping her chin.

   It was different though, because as she felt him come closer to climax,
he pulled his penis away suddenly.

   "Open your mouth," he said.  "Kiss it."

   "No..." she said.

   "Kiss," he said.  She felt the tip of his penis probe her lips, and
slowly, reluctantly she opened her jaw.  The head of his penis, a bulging,
hot thing, popped past her lips and pressed against her tongue.  She put a
hand on his shaft and pulled him deeper into her mouth, until she had to
start breathing through her nose.  She ran her tongue over his penis, and
he moaned.

   "Eun-ju-ah..." he whispered, as she rolled his penis around her mouth.
She had no idea what pleased a man this way, so she just let her tongue
work as if she was eating an ice cream.  It put them on the right track,
and a moment later Young-joon grabbed her hair to hold her head steady. 
Then he was coming, filling her mouth with his semen, shooting it down her
throat.  Gagging, Eun-ju ran for the bathroom and rinsed out her mouth
furiously.

   She grabbed a robe and came out a few minutes later.  Her mother was
standing there.

   "What's going on?" She said.  "It's 3 in the morning!"

   "I--I was just snoring, and my throat got dry," Eun-ju stammered.

   "Why are you wearing a robe?"

   "Oh, Um-ma," she said.  "It's so hot in my room.  I sleep in underwear
and I don't want to be seen like that around the house."

   Her mother searched her eyes.  "Something is going on, and I don't know
quite what," her mother said.  "But I'll find out."

   "Don't be silly," she said.

   "Don't talk back to your mother!" She slapped Eun-ju lightly.

   Back in her room, Eun-ju found that Young-joon had departed for his own
room.  This time she noticed that he had cleaned up some of his mess.  She
let herself smile a little bit.

   The next day at the house was hard.  She was unsure of the reasons, but
Young-joon and their father fought.  Young-joon ended up leaving, missing
lunch and dinner, and not coming home until late.  He said a few words to
their mother and went to his room.  Then they went to bed.

   Eun-ju heard him coming this time.  Young-joon came, opened the sliding
door, and shut it.  Then she heard the click of the lock.  He padded across
the floor and slid in next to her.  He leaned across and kissed her.

   "Take off your clothes," he said.  She took off her shirt.

   "No," he said.  "All of them."

   She paused, bit her lip, and then peeled off her boxers and panties.  He
leaned into her and embraced her.

   "Your body is so hot," he said, kissing her.  She could feel his penis
twitching to life as it pressed against her thigh.

   "Eun-ju-ah," he said, after a moment, "can I touch you?"

   She let out a breath and nodded.  His hand rubbed up and down along her
long thigh a few times, then veered between her legs.  His fingers danced
along the folds of skin down there and she gasped as he found a spot she'd
never dwelled on much before.  As his fingers worked against it, however,
little pops of pleasure erupted behind her eyes, and he put her hand on top
of his, and pulled it against her.  Her other hand reached down, grabbed
his penis, and started pulling.

   "Eun-ju-ah," he moaned.  "Can I get close to you?"

   She nodded, and he leaned in, hard.  HIs penis wedged firmly against
her, and he rubbed it along her thigh, holding her body close, caressing
her breasts, kissing her.  She found herself kissing him back, feeling lust
she'd never experienced before.  Her hormones were breaking loose, running
wild, and she snuggled back against him, something aching to be filled, but
she wasn't sure what.

   "Can I lay on top of you?" Young-joon asked, and she nodded obediently.

   She rolled on her back and he climbed on top of her.  "Here," he said,
parting her legs, "it's more comfortable like this." And suddenly his hips
were between her thighs, and she felt his firm penis probing around between
her legs.  The feeling of having arrived, of final submission, was
exhiliarating, and she arched her hips into his conquering penis.

   "Eun-ju-ah," he whispered, into her ear.  "Let me...  feel you with my
penis..."

   She nodded enthusiastically, and felt his penis push against the point
that his fingers had felt.  For a moment it sent a river of pleasure
through her, arching her spine, and then there was breaching pain, and she
cried out.

   "Shhh, shhhh," he said, and she felt a swelling stretch deep inside
herself as he flexed his hips against her, and at first she didn't
understand, only aware that their bodies were somehow moving together and
when she reached for his penis to rub it, it was gone.

   "Where..." she gasped, feeling that deep pull inside her.

   "I'm inside you," Young-joon, moaned.  "My penis is inside your body."

   "Oh O-pah..." she moaned.

   "How does it feel?"

   She grit her teeth, feeling the seven inch throb of his penis rubbing
deep, deep inside.  His hips wedged her thighs apart, and she squirmed to
adjust herself, and felt the first real wave of pleasure.  She wrapped her
arms around his torso and pulled herself into him, so their bare chests
were rubbing together.

   "Oh, O-pah..." she moaned, alluringly.  He sensed her growing pleasure
and thrust his ass more enthusiastically.

   "Your stiff penis," Eun-ju managed to say, amid the creaking and
bouncing of the mattress.  "Your big, stiff one."

   "My big penis and your tight vagina," he moaned, thrusting himself,
"they make a good team."

   Their gyrations on the bed increased.  She was totally into the act now,
and wrapped her calves around the back of his knees to keep him locked in
place.  She looked down at their midsections and saw the rapid, deep flash
of his penis as it appeared and disappeared with every one of this thrusts
into her vagina.  The very sight made her moan in pleasure.

   A thought entered her.  Where was this going?  It seemed to be gaining
intensity, but where would it stop?  She just didn't know.  She remembered
how liquid had come out of his penis at some point.  Would he do that
inside her?  The thought somehow was exciting, and she thrust her hips a
little more firmly.

   Young-joon moaned louder and louder on top of her, his penis sliding
along her wet vagina, exploring the folds.  She felt a sensation bubbling
up from her vagina, and overcoming her, reaching her neck, so there it lit
fireworks behind her eyes and she cried out, arching into him.  He
responded with own climactic moment, and suddenly she felt liquid spraying
about between her legs.

   "Oh boy, oh boy," Young-joon said.  "That's trouble." He pulled his
penis out, and it popped out like a cork.

   "Why?"

   "Because that liquid might make you pregnant," he said.  "When did you
bleed last?"

   "I just started," she said.

   "Then we're safe," he said.

   They laid for a moment, then, nervous of being caught, they dressed
slowly.  Young-joon looked at her and smiled, and went to the door.  When
he opened it he let out a shout, and Eun-ju followed suit.  There in the
doorway stood their parents.  Their father grabbed Young-joon by the arm.

   "You dirty boy!  You dirty boy!" Their father yelled, and smacked him
across the face.  Their mother walked to the bed and slapped Eun-ju across
the cheek.

   "You whore!" Her mother shrieked.  "Laying with your brother!  There's
no word bad enough for you!"

   "Um-ma!" Eun-ju cried.  "No!"

   "How long?" Her mother cried.

   "What?"

   "How long?"

   "I--I don't--about 16, 17 centimeters--"

   Her mother's hand cracked across her cheek.  "Not your brother's penis!
How long have you been laying with him?"

   "This--was the first time," Eun-ju sobbed.

   "And it will be the last," her father interjected.  "We're sending
Young-joon away.  The police have been notified.  Young-joon requires
mandatory mental care."

   Eun-ju and Young-joon gasped.

   "What about college?" Young-joon cried.

   Eun-ju was overtaken with guilt.  "What about me?"

   "We know Young-joon started this," her father said.  "No use ruining two
futures.  You were...  seduced."

   Then, to Eun-ju's horror she watched her father swing at her brother,
who parried, the blow, and they went down together, punching and fighting.
In the end her father came out on top, knocking Young-Joon unconscious. 
But in his eyes he looked defeated.

   "I feel I must say this now," her father said, "so you, Eun-ju, don't
think that your brother's monsters might be inside you, too.  Young-Joon is
adopted."

   That brought Young-Joon around quickly.  They both looked at him, their
eyes wide.

   "It's true," her father said.  "His mother lived not far from here.  His
father was an American serviceman.  He was abandoned immediately after his
birth, and we adopted him.  Even though you grew up together, in your
blood, you're strangers."

   Young-Joon cried out.  Her father didn't react.  Young-Joon ran out of
the house, wailing.  Her father looked at her.

   "Go change and clean yourself up," he said.

   She did.  Her father reported the assault to police, and Young-Joon was
arrested, evaluated, and sent to reformatory.

   At first it was hard.  But time passed, and Eun-ju through junior and
senior years of high school without even hearing her parents speak of him.
She kept thinking of him.

   She didn't speak of him to friends, either.  It wasn't just because
Eun-ju blossomed into a stunning young woman, immensely popular and at the
top of her class (though she couldn't help but wonder if her male teachers
cut her some slack in hopes that she would take off her slacks...  which
she never did), and that the truth about her brother might affect her
reputation.  She also didn't speak of him because she felt intensely
guilty. She felt he had been sent away because of her.

   Then, shortly after her 18th birthday, in her senior year of high
school, she came home to see her parents sitting in the living room, their
faces serious.  They had news.  Young-Joon was coming home.

   "I want you to tell me if anything -- anything -- happens," her father
said.  He looked at her mother.  "That goes for you, too.  He may be our
only son but I'll work until I'm 95 years old before I turn the family over
to someone who isn't healed."

   Young-Joon came home the next day.  If there was any resentment in his
head, or any of the old demons, they certainly didn't show themselves.  His
face was a grinning mask, and he hugged his mother and younger sister
firmly and then shook his father's hand.  Eun-ju thought she saw something
flash in his eyes when hugged her, but then it was gone.

   And the days began to find a new routine.  Young-Joon found a job at a
local computer repair shop and Eun-ju continued through her senior year at
full bloom.  She was accepted to Seoul National University.  For the most
part their interactions were shallow and forgettable -- have a nice day
sort of conversations -- and even when they were in the house alone
together, Young-Joon disappeared to his room to read.

   One day Eun-ju came home from band practice hot and sweaty from the
muggy heat.  No one was home, so she stepped into the shower and washed the
grime from her skin.  She stepped out of the shower, put her hair in a
towel, wrapped herself in another, and paused before the mirror.  Her skin
was flawless olive; her bone structure like the ones she'd seen in
magazines.  She smiled prettily at herself.  She'd been feeling the urge to
see how a man interacted with her body for some time.  The question was
who? And when?

   She stepped out of the bathroom and shrieked.  There stood Young-Joon,
by the door.  He was looking at her, looking horrified.  But his eyes
undressed her.  That was unmistakeable.  She ran to her room, with
Young-Joon apologizing profusely outside her door.

   "Please don't tell anyone!" He cried.  "Please!  I don't want to go back
there!"

   'Shush!" She said, throwing on clothes, and stunned at his panic.  "It
was an accident!  It's okay!  I won't tell anyone!"

   She came out still not fully dressed, just in order to comfort him.  "I
won't tell anyone," she kept saying.  In a moment she realized he was
sobbing.  He put his head on her shoulder.

   "I loved you," he said.  "I guess I know why, now.  We...  aren't
related."

   "Shhh," she said.  "Hold me."

   He did, and as he did, her towel fell off.  He froze, afraid to move,
but when she didn't, he eyed her exposed breast.

   "So," she said, playfully, "are you cured?"

   "They treated me like a monster," he said.

   "You're not."

   "I fucked my sister."

   "I'm not really your sister."

   "But--"

   "But nothing," she said.  "We're not brother and sister."

   She swiveled around so that she was straddling him as he sat on the edge
of her bed.  She rocked her hips, two years of stifled lust coming up from
under the surface, and she felt his penis helplessly stiffen beneath her
pussy.  In a moment he tossed her onto her back and mounted her, fumbling
with his shorts.

   They moaned in unison as his penis sprung from the cloth, and once again
worked its way inside her, and his ass flexed as he drove it deep.

   "Can I come inside you?" He moaned.

   "I want nothing more," she said, between moans.  Her legs wrapped around
his hamstrings, pulling him in.

   "Can I come inside your pussy?" He said.  She nodded.

   A moment later: "Can I fill your twat with my cum?"

   She cried out yes, and threw her head back, and felt the head of his
penis swell suddenly, and then something hot was splashing around inside
her, and she felt a stiff tremble somewhere between her legs.  At that
moment the door opened, and their mother came in.  Young-joon withdrew with
a "pop," spraying cum all over.

   Everyone froze like a mime show.  Once free of her snatch, Young-joon's
penis snapped upward in salute.

   "Young-Joon, go to your room," her mother said.

   "Don't send me back there," he said, his eyes wide.  "This is
consensual. I'll do anything.  Don't send me back.  I'll do anything."

   "I can see that," their mother said, coldly.  "You're both in trouble."

   The next day, while he didn't call the police, their father told
Young-Joon to move out.  Young-Joon was making decent money and he was 22
years old, so he agreed.  He caste Eun-ju a lingering look and left.  She
wondered if she'd ever see him again.  Without looking at her parents she
ran inside and cried.

   She corresponded by email with him for a while.  They wanted to get back
together but it was too early, he kept telling her.  Let things cool or
else they'll be suspicious.  Meanwhile, her parents were sullen and moody,
stunned by what their perfect, gorgeous daughter was capable of.

   Then things began to change again, for reasons Eun-ju couldn't
understand.  Her parents grew more relaxed.  Her mother, perhaps feeling
challenged by her beautiful daughter, began exercising, and tending more to
herself, bringing out beauty in herself that Eun-ju never suspected.  Her
mood brightened because of it.  Her father was slowly looking beyond what
his daughter had done, and she was slowly becoming the apple of his eye
again.

   On the other hand, however, Young-Joon was becoming harder to reach.  He
often neglected to return her calls, and days would pass before he replied
to her email.

   Finally, she wrote: "Are you seeing someone?"

   He wrote back: "Maybe it's best that we are brother and sister, and
nothing more."

   She was devastated.  Her gloom seemed to spread to her parents, or at
least her father.  Her mother went along at her new, happy clip unfazed. 
One night Eun-ju came home late from band practice to find her father
smoking in front of the house.

   "Why are you smoking?" She cried.  "You quit that years ago!"

   "That was before the world shattered," he said, sullenly.  "I should
have never brought that monster into my life."

   "He's not a monster.  He's my brother.  Your son," she said.

   "My son," he said, testing the word.  "Well, he's here.  Go on inside
and see my son."

   Eun-ju couldn't help but smile.  She ran inside, looking for him.  She
was puzzled to find the house dark.  She went to her room.  No Young-Joon.
He wasn't in the kitchen, nor the living room, nor his own room, which they
had left untouched.  That left only one possibility.  She walked back to
her parents' room.  From behind the door she heard a persistent teaking
sound.

   She parted the door slightly and her head grew faint.  The teaking sound
was the squeak of the mattress.  Teak-teak-teak-teak-teak...  There, in the
light of a small lamp, he saw Young-Joon mounted on top of their mother. 
Their mother's well-toned legs were spread wide, accomodating his muscled
frame and his swollen copulation organ as it burrowed into her vagina. 
Eun-ju suddenly understood her father's gloomy mood.  He had walked in on
this.

   "Oh baby," her mother was saying.  "My little boy has grown up!  He's so
big!  So huge!  So...  HARD..."

   "Oh baby, oh baby," Young-Joon was moaning.  "You're so tight..."

   "Adoption has its privileges!" Her mother moaned, clawing at her adopted
son's magnificent pectorals.  "Oh YES, it has privileges!"

   Eun-ju tore herself away from the door and staggered to the kitchen,
holding the wall.  Numbly, she grabbed the longest knife she could find. 
It was time to end the family circus, she thought.  But then she turned and
saw her father standing there.  The first couple of buttons on his shirt
were undone.

   "There's one other thing you should know," he said, a twinkle in his
eye. "You're adopted, too." He came to her, and slowly removed the knife
from her hand.  He moved in close to her.  She could smell his aftershave.

   "Ah-pah," she said.  "Why didn't you tell me?"

   "Let's go to your room," he said.  "I'll show you."

   And that's where her mother found them, after Young-Joon had slipped out
the window.  Her mother came in and saw her husband on top of their adopted
daughter, both of them stripped naked, their bare bodies in full grind
against each other, Eun-ju's trim legs wrapped around his ass.

   "Oh, Ah-pah," she moaned.  "Daddy...  fuck me, daddy..."

   "Ohhh, Daddy's little girl!" He moaned.  "Daddy's little girl!"

   The mother waited until he had come inside his daughter before she
brought the rolling pin down on his head.