Mother and Daughter

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EP.26 Dohee's Suspicion 

"Hi Dohee, did you sleep well?" 

"…Yeah." 

After waking up and getting ready for school, I left my room and ran into my brother. He greeted me as usual, but ever since I started suspecting something between him and Mom, even such normal behavior seemed suspicious, and I couldn't help but answer curtly. 

I usually act pretty curt anyway, but I wasn't really aware of it myself, so Heetae didn't notice anything and just responded normally. 

"Come eat breakfast." 

When Mom called us for breakfast, my brother, me, and our younger sibling Seohee all sat at the table and started eating. It was an ordinary meal, but I kept glancing at Heetae, watching him closely. 

'Is it because of us? I don't think anything seems weird…' 

After doubting so much, even normal things started to seem suspicious, but with no real clues, I just went to school feeling uneasy. 

"Hmm… okay! Not bad." 

"Haa, haa, thank you." 

As a track athlete, I always practice running at school and time my records. I wasn't satisfied with today's results, but since I haven't improved lately, I just let it go, feeling a bit resigned. 

"Dohee." 

"Yes, Coach?" 

After practice, as I was heading to the showers before my next class, my coach called out, so I stopped and talked. 

"Dohee, is something on your mind lately?" 

"Huh? No, not really." 

I was on edge because of Mom and my brother, but it wasn't something I could talk about, so I said no and tried to change the subject. 

"Is it because of your records?" 

"Hmm… Well, you're still ranked nationally, but your times haven't improved at all recently. I wondered if something was distracting you…" 

"It's nothing. Maybe I've just hit my limit." 

Even as I said it, it stung. Every athlete eventually hits a wall, and whether you break through or not depends on your own effort and ability. I've never slacked off, so if my records don't improve, maybe this really is my limit, I thought, feeling a bit disappointed. 

"Still, I think you can do even better. But…" 

"But?" 

"You seem too tense. If you focus only on your records, sometimes things get worse. It might be good to let go of your worries sometimes and just relax." 

"Okay… I'll think about it." 

With that, Coach let me go, and I left, my mind swirling with thoughts. 

Swoosh… 

Washing off my sweat in the shower, I reflected on Coach's words. 

'Yeah, maybe I have been a bit on edge about my records lately.' 

Maybe my suspicions about Mom and Heetae were just me taking out my frustration on him because I was anxious about my performance. 

In high school, there were hardly any athletes who could beat me, but since entering college, more and more runners have better times, and I've been feeling impatient. For the past three months, my times have actually gotten worse compared to last year, so I've been feeling desperate. 

"Let go, huh…" 

I've always just pushed forward, so maybe Coach is right and I should try letting go. I decided to take it easy today and, for the first time in my life, skipped my remaining classes and went home. Skipping class for the first time felt like a small act of rebellion, and I walked home with a lighter step. 

"O… I feel a bit bad for him, so maybe I'll buy him some ice cream." 

I used to call him "oppa" naturally, but as I got older, it felt too cheesy, so I stopped. Still, sometimes it slips out unconsciously. Of course, I call him "oppa" in front of Mom, but when she's not around, I just say whatever. 

Beep beep beep beep 

"I'm home…?" 

I might get scolded for skipping school, but if I explain honestly, Mom will understand, so I went in without worry. 

But as soon as I entered, the strange smell that had been lingering for a while hit me even stronger, so I thought it was odd and quietly walked toward the living room, sniffing. 

-Hnnng haaat haang 

As I got closer to the living room, I heard a woman's moans and tensed up. I'd never heard a voice like that in my life, and my mind filled with impossible thoughts. 

'Mom? No way…' 

I'd thought my suspicions were just nerves from being on edge, but hearing that voice made me realize it wasn't just in my head. 

'No, there's no way it's Mom… It can't be.' 

I tried to convince myself it was just my brother watching porn in the living room and that the voice just sounded similar. But as I crept closer, I was left speechless by what I saw. 

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! 

"Cry more, you sow!!" 

"Oink oink!!! Yes, Master, oink oink " 

I couldn't say a word at the sight before me. It was hard enough to believe my brother and Mom would do such a thing, but seeing my brother spanking Mom and calling her names, and Mom oinking like a pig in pleasure, made me feel like everything I knew was being denied. 

I felt dizzy, like my world was turned upside down, and my legs gave out as I slumped to the floor. My mind couldn't keep up, so I just sat there, blankly watching my brother and Mom have sex. 

"Cum in your sow's pussy, Master…" 

'Cum? Cum? Is that what I think it is?' 

Seeing the woman before me-my mother-say things I couldn't believe, I couldn't even turn my head away. I couldn't tell if I was having a nightmare or if this was reality. 

"Hnggggh!!" 

My brother really did cum inside Mom, and she let out an animalistic moan I'd never heard before, eyes rolling back and drooling. 

Mom collapsed, and my brother picked her up and carried her to the bathroom. Luckily, I was on the opposite side of the house, so they didn't see me. 

"Is this a dream? Yeah, it must be a dream…" 

Unable to accept reality, I stumbled out of the house. My brother and Mom, busy in the bathroom, didn't hear the door, and I left without them knowing. 

"Haa…" 

Looking for somewhere to be alone, I ended up renting a motel room. 

Flop 

"Am I dreaming… Yeah, it's a dream. If I close my eyes and open them again, I'll wake up in my bed." 

As if casting a spell on myself, I couldn't take it anymore and just fell asleep. 

About an hour later, I woke up and saw the motel ceiling, realizing what happened wasn't a dream, and I was left in a daze. 

"Why Mom and that guy?" 

Even if they're not related by blood, they're still mother and son. For them to have sex is something you just don't do. 

"Was it forced?" 

The shock of what I'd seen left my mind hazy, but I remembered how my brother treated Mom. 

"Spanking her and calling her a sow? Yeah, he called her a sow and insulted her." 

My memory was a bit distorted, but it was still true, and I started heading in the wrong direction. 

"Yeah, there's no way Mom would do that. But my br… that guy, he could. He always looked at Mom with those lecherous eyes!!" 

Even before they got involved, I'd noticed Heetae looking at Mom that way. I'd picked up on it, but just brushed it off as normal for a guy. But after what I saw, I convinced myself that my brother couldn't control himself and forced himself on Mom. 

"Yeah!!! It was that bastard!! I'm sure!!" 

In reality, Jihee (Mom) was the one who started it, but given Heetae's usual behavior, it was natural for me to suspect him. Of course, blaming him completely is wrong, but this was something my mind couldn't process, so as a kind of mental defense, I decided he was the culprit. 

"Trash!!" 

Once I decided Heetae was at fault, hatred for my brother started to well up. Until now, we'd just been a bit awkward, but thinking of him as the trash who raped Mom made me feel real hostility. 

"If Mom can't do anything, he must have something on her." 

Once I started down this path of delusion, I really believed it was my mission to save Mom from Heetae. 

"But how…" 

I hadn't figured out how yet, but when I saw myself in the mirror, I steeled myself with determination. 

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