My sister in the hospital bed

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From the moment I realized what a sexy little vixen my younger sister was, I fell hopelessly in love with her.

The fantasy of having sex with her constantly occupied my mind, preventing me from thinking about anything else.

My sister possessed an alluring female body and a gentle, kind personality (even though at that time I was only interested in her body).

Strangely, my desire for her was considered abnormal. Although any lustful man in the world would
fight tooth and nail for the chance to sleep with his sister, I was the only one who was forbidden from even
thinking about it.

I remember one summer, we attended a cousin's wedding tea party.

My sister wore a beautiful blue dress and sat properly in a chair, watching the wedding ceremony unfold, while I sat
behind her.

I think that chair must have been uncomfortable for her, because she kept leaning forward, trying to find a more comfortable position.

However, because of her bending over, the blue dress that had originally fit perfectly loosened from the shoulders down,
opening slightly in the front. From my angle, I could glimpse what was underneath.

I saw that my younger sister's bra had shifted slightly, revealing her shapely breasts.

In the dim light, the delicate curves of her bare breasts were reflected on my retina; even more striking, I saw a delicate, juicy little red flower blooming
at the top of the bra.

This red flower wasn't lying flat on her breast, but proudly protruding, forming an alluring focal point on the bra cup.

I stood there, drooling over this red flower, imagining myself putting it in my mouth and sucking its juice.

Unfortunately, my mother noticed my younger sister's discomfort and told her to go inside and rest to recover.

My younger sister got up, straightened her clothes, much to my disappointment. She gracefully entered the house, leaving behind her brother, his penis erect, endlessly
replaying the scene in his mind, trying to imprint the perfect lines of her breasts into his memory.

I couldn't tell her about my feelings.

Not just because of traditional morality, but also because our parents were very conservative, devout believers who thought sex itself was evil,
and they passed this belief on to us, raising my sister and me in this kind of upbringing.

Of course, these rules meant nothing to me, but my sister was different. She was a good girl, only respecting me as a brother, with no other
thoughts .

Compared to my desires, I truly loved my sister, therefore, I kept my incestuous desires silent, not daring to let this
pure girl who respected me from the bottom of her heart know.

I didn't know what my sister thought of my filthy thoughts, nor did I dare to know, therefore, I wouldn't
destroy .

Four years later, on her way home from school with some classmates, my sister was in a car accident.

The sudden, powerful impact threw her forward, slamming her against the windshield. Thanks to the seatbelt, she wasn't thrown out of the car, but
the collision with the glass left her in a deep coma, unable to regain consciousness.

The doctors told us her condition was very bad, and she might die; they said that even if she woke up, her brain would
suffer significant damage.

I was deeply shocked.

At that moment, I suddenly realized how deeply I loved her, and that this feeling was definitely not just simple lust.

My parents and I often visited her.

During each visit, I constantly clarified my feelings, and regretted not telling her about my love before the accident.

One fateful night, I ended my usual one-sided conversation and wanted to leave, only to find that visiting hours were long over.

I guessed the nurse must have assumed I had already left with my parents, so she didn't bother to check.

I sat at the head of my younger sister's bed, gazing at her face, pale as fresh snow, so peaceful, as if in a deep sleep. Then, my
gaze was drawn to a pair of firm, erect breasts beneath the sheets.

I looked back at the sheets, my eyes following the rise and fall of her chest with each breath, staring intently for a long, long time.

When my senses returned, I didn't realize what I had just been thinking. I simply walked slowly to the edge of the bed, unbuttoned
the blouse , and freed those smooth, fragrant breasts from my memory.

I bent down and took her bright red nipples into my mouth, gently sucking, just as I had dreamt of them over the years.

The emotions of love and physical desires overwhelmed my reason (but mostly physical desires).

I knew it was wrong, but I also understood that this would be the only chance I could freely enjoy my sister's body.

I quickly pulled off my pants, climbed onto the bed, and parted my sister's smooth, plump legs.

Kneeling between her legs, I held my rock-hard penis in my hand, the glans pressing against the entrance to my dear sister's honey pot.

My little sister's vagina was so dry, but after rubbing my penis up and down at the entrance for a few minutes, it started to get wet.
I smeared some saliva on the glans and was finally able to slowly push it in.

After a few inches in, I silently lay on top of my little sister, savoring the sweet touch of her honeyed vagina. A few minutes later, I began to thrust my penis
in and out of her.

I knew this was a morbid and pathetic act.

Everyone says that having sex with an unconscious female corpse is utterly unpleasant, but I must say, this was the most wonderful sexual
experience .

As I ejaculated, I had a thought: I didn't want this to be the only time. Perhaps I could think of a proper way to continue
using my little sister's body.

My final idea was to disguise myself.

I used my time to learn how to dress, bought some clothes to suit my purpose, got a pair of fake breasts, and
volunteered at the hospital where my little sister was staying.

I figured out the hospital rules and would sneak into my younger sister's room when no one was around, indulging in my pleasure with her body.

Three times a week, as soon as the school bell rang, I would rush back to my apartment, put on women's clothes, and go to the hospital.

I wondered what my parents' expressions would be if they found me dressed as a woman, volunteering at the hospital.

In fact, I thought they would probably assume I was a lesbian or a cross-dresser, but they would never imagine that I would use this disguise to commit
incest with my own sister.

Six months passed quickly. My younger sister was still in a coma, my parents were constantly praying, and everyone was worried. Only I found
true happiness.

I kept having sex with my beloved, and as I was about to graduate, I also found a very well-paying job.

In the past, I hadn't paid much attention to my family's financial situation, but now I finally realized that my parents were constantly spending
large sums , and our family's finances were on the verge of collapse. Our insurance didn't cover hospital care, making our future prospects even more
precarious.

I tried hard to find ways to improve the situation. First, I took on several part-time jobs and quit my volunteer work at the hospital.

Of course, I still visited her, but I no longer dressed as a woman and no longer secretly had sex with my younger sister.

I even tried fundraising online, but only received ridicule.

A month later, we received a call from my sister's hospital.

The doctor called us over and told us some surprising facts.

My younger sister had woken up from her coma, which greatly excited my parents and me, but the doctor's expression was very strange.

The doctor cleared his throat to remind us of his presence, then lowered his voice and told us something odd: my younger sister was
four months pregnant.

Looking back on that moment, I truly don't know how to describe my parents' expressions; in fact, I also doubt what my own expression was at that instant.

Deep down, I may have already considered the consequences of such unrestrained use of my little sister's body, but with each thrust of my penis into her vagina,
I always forgot about those consequences.

Regardless, the outcome was unexpectedly favorable to us.

To avoid a court case and a sure loss, the hospital decided to waive all of my little sister's medical expenses and provided a considerable sum
in compensation.

My little sister woke up, but as the doctor had predicted, she suffered some brain damage. It wasn't that she became an idiot or anything;
she simply lost many of her past memories, her reactions weren't as sharp as before, and sometimes she would just stare blankly and giggle.

She was no longer the vibrant, sexy, and charming young woman she once was; now, she was just an ordinary girl,
but in my eyes, she remained undeniably sexy and alluring, with the same gentle personality she had as a child.

My parents didn't care about this at all; they were just ashamed of their daughter's unusual pregnancy and kept my younger sister locked in her room all day, not allowing her to see anyone.

I was unhappy about this and suggested that my younger sister move in with me to the city where I now lived.

My parents were overjoyed and immediately helped my younger sister pack her bags.

A few months later, my younger sister gave birth to our child in the city, and my brother and I raised the child together.

I found an opportunity to tell my younger sister all the love in my heart.

After I finished speaking, I held her hand and told her that I wanted to live with her like husband and wife; and she agreed with a silly smile.

I was so happy that I immediately pushed her down onto my rare, wonderful body, took out my penis, spread her legs, and thrust my penis into her long-lost
honey hole.

My younger sister writhed beneath me, moaning repeatedly.

We made love four times in two hours. My own sister's body still attracted me so much, making me as restless and impatient as a boy in his first love
.

The year after my younger sister gave birth, my parents, who rarely visited, were deeply shocked by what they saw.

They simply couldn't believe such a thing had happened.

I didn't admit anything, but I think my parents knew very well that I was the only candidate to father my younger sister's second child.

From then on, we became estranged, but my parents didn't make a fuss. For them, reputation was more important than anything else in life, and they absolutely couldn't let their
relatives and friends in the countryside know that their children were now living together incestuously and had a child together.

Later, when they learned that my younger sister was pregnant for the third time, we officially severed our parent-child relationship. Neither of us spoke of it to the other, but it didn't matter anymore. My
younger sister and I had our own family and were enjoying a warm home life with our children.

[The End]

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