"What the hell am I doing?"
The weight of the current situation hit me,
I shouldn't be doing this. She was my mother.
Biting my lip, I turned away and left her room without another word.
Just as I reached the hallway...
"Oppa. Is Mom home?"
Mia's voice called out lazily from the living room.
She was lying face-down on the couch, phone in hand, dressed in cute shorts and a loose tank top.
"Yeah. She just got in."
"Mmm~."
Typical Mia.
"Oppa, are you busy?"
"...Not really. Why?"
"Can you rub my legs? My feet hurt so bad from dancing in heels all day~"
"...Seriously?"
Mia had been an idol for the last few years. Rehearsals, schedules, and late-night shoots were her norm. I usually helped her out with errands or back massages when she asked, which was often.
"Come on~ they're killing me. Pleaseee~"
She fluttered her legs behind her like a kid throwing a tantrum.
I sighed and walked over to the couch.
Even though I knew I shouldn't indulge her, I sat down anyway.
"Which one?"
"Both~"
She grinned like she'd just won.
I started pressing into the sole of her right foot.
"Aahah! That tickles!"
Thud.
"Ghk—!"
She kicked me in the chin with her left foot, this brat!
"Ow! Are you serious?"
"Sorry! Sorry! Just reflex! Hehe~"
I rubbed my jaw and glared at her.
"...One more kick and I'm done."
"Got it~"
I pressed into her foot again. She twitched and laughed.
"Ahh~ Oppa~ it feels so good. Just like that. Harder~♡"
"..."
"Right there~ Mmm~ Oppa... more...♡"
Her moans were absurdly suggestive.
"Can you not talk like that?"
"What? I'm just saying it feels good~"
"Then say it like a normal person."
"Haa... You're so good at this. Seriously. Even better that professional masseurs."
"That's... not really something to brag about."
"But it's true. When you touch me like that… it feels amazing."
She sighed deeply and buried her face into the pillow.
And that's when I saw it.
Her shorts had moved up, and a sliver of white lace was peeking out.
Panties.
And not just any panties, small, delicate, tight against her smooth hips.
I froze.
She was unaware of her current condition. She couldn't see.
But I could.
And I couldn't look away.
My hand slowed on her calf.
My dick throbbed in my pants.
Fuck.
What is wrong with me today?
First Mom… now Mia?
I shook my head, forcing myself to look away.
"Hey. You good now? I'm gonna go."
"..."
"Mia?"
She was out cold, slow, even breaths rising and falling from her back.
She must've been exhausted. She left early this morning and only came back minutes before Mom.
She was probably running on fumes.
"...Sigh."
She had no idea what I was thinking. Completely carefree.
No. I was the one who was broken.
They were normal.
I turned toward my room, only to stop again.
"Hey, Woojin. What are you doing?"
A cool, sharp voice cut through the silence.
I turned.
Standing in the hallway was Serena, our older sister.
She was in her usual workout gear: sports bra and leggings, a thin sheen of sweat on her skin.
Her gaze was cold. Unforgiving.
She looked from me to Mia's legs. And her exposed panties.
"With her panties out?"
"..."
I silently reached over, pinching the fabric to pull it down just enough to cover her properly.
"...Perverted bastard."
My face burned.
"...Sorry."
"Whatever. Go buy me some water."
"What? There's some in the fridge."
"You know I don't drink opened bottles."
Right. Noona's weird about that kind of thing.
"...Fine. Just water?"
"Get pads too. Same ones as last time."
I stared at her, internally cursing at my bad luck.
Seriously?
Pads?
Why did I have to be the one...
"...Got it."
Anything to get out of this embarrassing situation right now.
***
I stepped into the elevator and descended.
The time on my smartphone read 11:30 PM.
The convenience store, my destination, was inside the apartment complex, so I could get there and back quickly.
It was just a bit of a hassle, that's all.
Come to think of it, I'd been at everyone's beck and call tonight.
Mom's cleanup duty, Mia's clinginess, and now my sister's errands.
Honestly, today was like a condensed version of my entire life.
But if you asked me if I minded, I didn't.
Stepping out of the apartment's main entrance, I turned my head and looked up at the towering building.
Even now, I sometimes wondered if I was still dreaming.
That maybe I was still being abused by my biological parents, and this was all just a dream while I was unconscious.
And when I woke up, the cycle of abuse would continue.
Sometimes, I imagined that.
Yeah. Until I was six, I was a child abused by my birth parents.
My birth parents were absolute trash.
They beat, kicked, stomped on, drowned, burned, and starved a kid who didn't know any better, just to vent their frustrations.
Then one day, when I pissed blood at daycare, the shocked teacher took me to the hospital, and everything came to light.
Child abuse.
Fourteen weeks of recovery.
Broken ribs, severe internal damage.
When they took off my clothes, my body was covered in cuts and bruises, and my back had clear cigarette burn marks.
My parents tried to make excuses, but it was clear as a day to others.
If I cried from pain, they'd dunk my head underwater.
If I didn't smile in front of others, I'd go hungry that day.
I grew up thinking that was normal until I was six.
When the truth came out, my birth parents were arrested.
After receiving treatment at the hospital, I was sent to a shelter for abused children.
And there, I met my new mom.
"Sigh"
Now that I'm an adult, I know just how lucky I am.
Even though I suffered abuse as a child, I found a new family and lived well in my own way.
They treated me like real family, despite not sharing a single drop of blood.
It wasn't out of pity because I was an abuse victim.
They treated me like a real son, a real little brother, a real older brother.
They made me run annoying errands, played pranks on me, even got mad and hit me sometimes.
And that was what real family was like, right?
But did I really see them as family?...
This wasn't the first time I'd felt sexual desire toward my current family.
This impulse had been with me since middle school, through puberty, all the way until now.
I knew it was wrong.
I tried to fix it.
I even forced myself to get a girlfriend.
But it didn't work.
The more I suppressed it, the stronger the urge became.
Since my family was full of public figures, I couldn't confide in anyone.
And so, even after turning twenty, I became trash, someone who lusted after his own family.
"Guess trash parents raise trash kids, no matter what."
Even with a new family, the blood inside me didn't change.
I still carried the filthy blood of my biological parents.
"Mom."
After returning from the convenience store, I carefully opened Mom's door.
She was still asleep, oblivious.
I quietly placed the hangover drink from the store on her vanity and slipped out.
"Noona."
Then, I headed to the fitness room where my sister would be.
She had already finished her workout and was stretching on the floor.
...Honestly, seeing her like this, anyone would feel tense, not just me.
Why do women wear such lewd clothes when working out?
Her sports bra, barely different from lingerie, only emphasized her already eye-catching chest.
The skintight leggings outlined every curve of her hips and thighs.
Even if she didn't see me as a man, wasn't this too much?
Do all sisters act like this?
"…I'll leave the water here."
I set the bag with water and sanitary pads in the corner and turned to leave.
"Woojin Come here for a sec."
"…Why?"
"Why?... Did you just say 'why' to me?"
I was just repeating her question, but she must've taken it as defiance.
I obediently shook my head and walked over to her.
"...You've got some thoughts about Mia, don't you?"
Noona kept stretching as she spoke.
Her legs were split wide open, her torso pressed flat against the floor, an intimidating pose.
And the question she asked made my heart drop.
I swallowed dryly but kept my voice steady.
"Thoughts? What thoughts?"
"Don't play dumb. I saw your cock getting hard earlier."