Writer's note: I'm American. Had to say that first. People actually believed English wasn't my first language. It is, but I did make grand leaps in my English ability in the past couple years. You have to, when you're trying to get short stories published and trying to learn multiple foreign languages.
Anyway, someone requested they see more of this story. So, I will continue it. After all, I'm the guy who always ends up making a sweet plan in the midst of horror *insert Family Guy cutaway*
Enough talking. You want to read more about the Park twins. You don't care what this guy has to say that doesn't involve sex.
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Eighteen-year old Park Tae-wan sat in the bathroom, aware he had been forced to have sex with his sister, who was also eighteen.
Worse, there were two videos.
The boy shut his eyes, bared his teeth, as if all the cringe in the world buried into him.
Three knocks sounded at the door he sat against.
After opening his eyes, the sister-fucker said, "Go away."
If it was possible, Tae-wan would not hesitate to make himself blind if it meant no longer having to see his sister again.
His sister with the warm, wet and gripping pussy.
He fought the festering urge to shut his eyes again.
Once you had sex with your sister, it was something that made you wish time travel was possible.
Everyone knows it is impossible to change the past, but when you become a literal sister-fucker, the fact you can't change what went wrong becomes as unbearable as walking in a pool filled with writhing, faint yellow maggots.
"It's fate, Tae-wan. Me and you both loved having sex with each other. It's only natural we do it again. That bitch is going to release the videos anyway." Tae-hee said, the respective sister who got fucked.
"Shut the hell up!" Tae-wan said, his rage sweltering.
Earlier that day, he had the chance to grab his sister and flee from Nam-yi and her gang.
He should've fought hard.
But now it was too late. Regardless of if he killed himself or not, Park Tae-wan would always be a sister-fucker.
It was like a permanent stain on your face. Sure, you could hide it with a mask. But it would always be there, trapped against you.
Tae-wan shook his head before saying, "You're still in front of the door! I said go away! I'm not going to have sex with you. I would rather kill myself. Be another suicide, join the others who made this country have the highest suicide rate!"
Tae-wan had a few people he grinned while walking beside and exchanging jokes with. He lost those good people to suicide.
In South Korea, every student lacks freedom.
Women giving birth to children who would be eighteen forever.
Tae-wan stood, emitted an heavy sigh.
He turned, unlocked the door, opened it.
No clothes on her slim body, the eighteen-year old Tae-hee opened her arms while saying, "You know I'm on birth control. Shoot your cum into your sister's pussy again. I told you it's fate."
Tae-wan scoffed.
