[Defending Love] (Chapter Nine: Three's Company)

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Chapter Nine: Three's Company
The next day, I remembered something very important: emergency contraception. I said to my sister,
"Sister, we didn't use any contraception last night. If you happen to get pregnant, it'll be a serious problem.
Go to the pharmacy and buy some emergency contraception later. It's very important!"
"I bought the pills in Shanghai. Sister Mei there taught me a lot, don't worry, brother,
I know how to handle it!"
I looked at my sister and felt she had really matured. I continued, "It's getting late, you should go back to your
room first. Otherwise, it'll be difficult if Mom finds out!" My sister nodded and said, "Okay then.
Come and torment my bad brother again tonight, let's see if you still dare to call me a country bumpkin!" After saying that, my sister giggled, then
got dressed and went out.
After my sister left, my heart sank from warmth to confusion because I hadn't
told my sister what had happened between my mother and me. What if Mom came over tonight and they bumped into each other? I thought and
thought, not knowing how to tell my sister. After much struggle, I finally decided to keep it a secret for now. First,
out of personal consideration, I feel that my relationship with my sister is like that of a couple deeply in love—sacred and precious.
I don't want anything else to disturb our beautiful time together. I thought it best to let my sister and I
linger a little longer in our love. If I told her now, I fear this pure tranquility would be shattered. Even if she
's prepared, I think she'll still have reservations.
Second, my sister will eventually get married, but my mother will always be by my side; so let me spend more time
with her. If she knew, I think, given her personality, she would try to make sure my mother and I spend more time together
. She loves this family, loves me and my mother, and she would definitely make sacrifices to support us, unless my mother
can accept our three-way relationship. Otherwise, my sister will always be the passive one in front of my mother and me, but I
don't want that. So let me be a little biased and spend more time with my sister. When she gets married in the future, I'll only be her older brother
. Besides, in my sex slave diary, my younger sister always appears as a substitute for my mother. If she knew
, would she also think that I, her brother, only see her as a substitute for our mother? I'm afraid of that.
I love them both, without distinction. So, until I think of a better solution, let me be a little selfish
and keep it a secret for now.
But I need to think of a way to keep it a secret, I thought as I turned on my computer. As usual, I opened the forums I frequented
and read the random posts I liked, hoping to get some inspiration. When I see heartwarming random posts, I cry
; I feel their pain!
Just then, a message came through on QQ, asking me to write an article. Since I started selling newspapers, I
've often written commentary articles and sent them to various newspapers. The deputy editor of a local evening newspaper liked my articles
and often asked me to write. I replied, "Okay, I'll send you the article tonight." This is part of my
job, I suppose. I hope one day I can start a column and make a living through writing.
While eating breakfast, I deliberately observed my mother. She was as calm as ever, as if
nothing had happened last night. My younger sister, however, seemed radiant, smiling at me frequently. I felt like a thief
, unsure of what to do between them, wishing night would stay.
After breakfast, I hid in my room to write for the evening paper, but my mind was too chaotic to write. I
leaned back in my chair, scenes of warmth and helplessness flashing before my eyes. Just as my mind was in turmoil, an idea popped into
my head. I snapped out of my daze. Yes, that's it, this is the best way to handle things right now.
So, I wheeled myself to my sister's room.
As soon as I saw my sister, I said, "Sister, I need to talk to you about something. A while ago,
I submitted an article to the evening paper, and they said it was well-written. Now the editor has commissioned me to write something. This is
another job for me. I have to finish my article tonight, and I'll probably be busy at night from now on. Let's make a deal:
if I turn off the lights before 11 pm, it means I don't have to finish my article that night, and you can come over. If I
turn them off after 11 pm, it means I'm tired from finishing my article and need a good night's sleep, so you shouldn't come over."
"Really? Brother got commissioned by the evening paper! That's amazing! It's your job, I understand
. From now on, let's do as you say! Tonight, I'll let you off the hook, you naughty brother. I'll punish you another day!"
My sister said playfully. I could finally breathe a sigh of relief. I smiled and kissed my sister's hand before returning to my room
.
Night fell quietly. Just as I expected, Mom came to visit that night. After putting down the underwear, she gently
said to me, "Now that your sister is back, Mom won't be able to stay in your room as much. Make sure you
put it away properly after you're done. It's best to put it on top of the cabinet. Putting it under your pillow isn't safe; your
sister might find it while cleaning your room one day." With that, Mom left. At the door, Mom
paused, as if she wanted to say something, but only for a few seconds before leaving the room. Holding Mom's underwear
, inhaling her alluring scent, warm images of me with her flashed through my mind. Perhaps I was tired from writing
, because I fell asleep quickly.
Based on my experience, Mom wouldn't visit two days in a row. So, the next night, I
turned off the lights before 11 pm and waited for my sister's surprise visit. Soon, my sister came to my room. She quickly crawled into my bed and hugged me tightly.
Only then did I realize that my sister was completely naked.
"My dear sister, when did you become so unrestrained? You ran here without even wearing clothes! Aren't you afraid Mom
will catch you?"
"Hehe, I'm a ghost of the night! This feeling is so exciting!" "
Are all women in Shanghai like this at night? Completely naked at night?"
"Yes, only country girls wear clothes at night. Fashionable women love freedom."
As we chatted, we became increasingly excited, our mouths mingling. Just as we were deeply engrossed in our conversation, we heard
footsteps outside. I clearly recognized them as my mother's. Having developed an exceptionally sharp hearing due to my habit of thinking in the dark,
my heart skipped a beat. Had my mother come again? I had nowhere to run, my first reaction...
I hid my younger sister under the covers and whispered in her ear, "Mom's coming, don't move or make a sound!
I'll explain everything to you afterwards!" My sister probably heard the footsteps and lay motionless
under the covers.
Mom really came in. She put her underwear on my bedside table and left without saying a word. I thought to myself, "Did
Mom sleepwalk?" But that was just my guess; I couldn't see her expression or her movements. Mom
had never come in two nights in a row before. She had told me several times that it was okay to have sex, but not too much
, or it would be bad for her health. So, she usually only came every two or three days. But
what happened today that made her break this rule?
Anyway, it had already happened. Now, I had to face it. I kept thinking about how to explain
it to my sister. Was it time to tell her everything?
After Mom left, my younger sister crawled out of bed and asked, "Brother, what happened! Why did Mom
come to your room in the middle of the night?"
I was still conflicted. Because I had considered hiding the truth before, when I explained the situation to my sister,
I ultimately decided to conceal some of the facts. "It's a long story. You know, Mom noticed I often
used your underwear. Ever since you went to Shanghai, I've been particularly impulsive, and one time, I secretly took Mom
's. At first, I thought Mom didn't know, but one night, in the dark, Mom cried
and said something very touching to me."
"What did she say?"
"Mom said something like this: 'Mom knows you're thinking about women, and I see it all, it hurts me deeply
. From now on, you won't take your sister's underwear anymore. She's only just grown up, and it would be so embarrassing if she knew
. You don't have to sneak around anymore; Mom will bring you your underwear. Mom will also try her
best to find you a wife.'"
"Really? So Mom just told me the truth. Mom, it must have taken so much courage
to face this!"
"Yes, Mom's greatness really moved me so much I couldn't sleep for days!"
"Why did you hide it from me, brother? Was everything you said before just to cover it up?"
"Little sister, please forgive me. I've actually been wanting to tell you all this. But I promised Mom I'd keep it
a secret. She made me swear I wouldn't tell anyone! So, I..."
"Okay, big brother, I understand your predicament. Just like my situation, I understand what you and
Mom are thinking. You have a valid reason for not telling me. I understand! Also, did Mom just leave the underwear there
without saying a word?" My sister became curious.
"That's usually how it is. Sometimes she'll say a few comforting words. Mom always forbids me from turning on the light, saying it's
a secret at night."
"I understand Mom's feelings! For her, it's necessary!"
"Little sister is so understanding!"
Finally, my sister accepted my explanation. But the easier it was for my sister to accept, the more upset I felt, as if
I had done something terribly wrong! Just as I was feeling lost, my sister was already straddling me, saying repeatedly,
"Tonight I'm going to punish you, you big bad guy, you super big bad guy..." Her naked body pressed against mine,
like a burning fire of love, making my whole body hot and my blood rushing. My penis was erect, and I felt her pubic
hair caressing me, tickling and tingling like I was intoxicated. My sister didn't kiss me, but brought her mouth close to my ear, still
calling out, "My bad brother, tonight I'm going to devour you, pin you down, and then you'll never dare to bully
me again. First I'll devour your mouth, then your penis, and then your bad heart, and
let me see if my bad brother loves me..." Before my sister could even devour me, I couldn't resist the temptation of lust. I
held my penis with my hand and, taking the lead, thrust into my sister's honey hole. Her wet hole was like
a remote control for my sister's body; with each gentle insertion, my sister's whole body twitched. I pushed deeper into her womb, and my
sister, already panting, cried out softly, "Bad brother, you've filled my pussy completely, you've even damaged my uterus!
My juices are practically flowing like a river! Bad brother, you have to love me properly, be gentle, be very gentle
!"
Her words only fueled my passion. I pressed my hands tightly against her buttocks, vigorously rocking her hips,
making her lower body move up and down rapidly. My penis swung in and out of her pussy, splashing water everywhere
. My glans repeatedly plunged into her cervix. My sister was now completely immersed, moving her hips in rhythm with me.
Her moans grew louder and louder; to avoid the noise reaching my mother's room, I had to cover her head with the blanket.
The flames of desire slowly died down, and my sister and I reached climax through our friction. A thick stream of semen shot out, and
my sister's juices soaked my testicles!
Just as I was savoring the pleasure of my climax, my sister suddenly sat up, pressed her vulva to my lips, and said,
"Bad brother, I'm punishing you by making you drink all my nectar!" I was indeed a little thirsty, and my sister's nectar smelled incredibly
alluring. I took a sip and sucked on it like a baby nursing,
gulping down her nectar, occasionally probing her vulva with my tongue. My sister writhed as she was sucked, and in less than a minute, she started to
climax, her juices pouring down like a torrential downpour, completely soaking my face. Then, my sister collapsed on top of me,
panting heavily, unable to speak.
And so, an unforgettable night passed.
After my sister found out about my relationship with my mother, she did exactly as I wanted. As long as I didn't call her
over, she would stay in her room reading.
But recently, my mother had been acting strangely; she would often give me her underwear to use for two or three nights in a row, something she would never have done before
. Several times, my sister lay beside me in the dark. My mother's behavior
started right after my younger sister returned from Shanghai, which I found utterly baffling. My sister would often scold me, saying,
"Bad brother, didn't you say Mom wasn't coming tonight? Are you using me to test your courage? I'm going to go
crazy sooner or later!"
I wanted to know why too, but I really couldn't understand it. There was even a time when I considered asking my mother directly.
But in the end, I remained silent. However, the idea of solving this mystery lingered in my mind.
It was another Friday night. I lay in the dark waiting for my mother's visit. She
came in about twenty minutes later than usual, put down her underwear, and hurriedly went back. I mustered my courage and said to her, "Mom,
I have something to talk to you about!"
My mother's shadowy figure stood in the doorway, slowly walking back to my bedside, and asked, "My dear son, is there something
on your mind that you want to talk to your mother about?"
I wanted to get straight to the point, but I heard another voice in my ear, as if reminding me not to make
things difficult for my mother. I changed the subject, saying, "Mom, you've worked so hard all these years."
"Didn't we agree not to say things like that in front of your mother!"
"But Mom, I keep thinking about how you, a woman all alone, have managed all these years.
Mom, aren't you worried and sad because I want to be a woman? And your son is sad for you too, isn't
he? You're just a woman, without a man by your side. How have you managed all these years? Thinking
about it makes me want to see you crying in countless lonely nights!"
Mom fell silent. Although I couldn't see her face, I could feel the turmoil in her heart. After a long time, Mom
finally uttered a few words: "I'm doing well because you all help me!" After saying that, Mom stood up,
seemingly about to go back.
I immediately reached out and grabbed my mother's hand, pleading, "Mom, don't go. Tonight,
tell me all the pain you've endured over the years. Tomorrow, I want to see a happy mother. Right now,
don't treat me like your son; just see me as a listener. Tell me your whole story
, and that's how you can start anew. I want to see a different mother."
In that instant, I heard my mother sobbing. Then, I felt her bury her head in my
feet. Yes, it was the sound of a woman's lonely, helpless sobs, shattering my heart. All I
could do was keep calling out, "Mom, my dear mother..." while stroking her head.
I don't know how long it lasted, but my mother finally stopped crying, yet she remained silent, as if waiting for something.
I spoke first, "Mom, you have to be brave and speak out! As long as you untie the knot in your heart, you'll see
a new sun tomorrow!"
"Mom's story is very, very long, I really don't know where to begin. Someday I will tell it, but
today I'm not mentally prepared."
"If Mom doesn't want to talk about it now, I won't force you. But I have a question that I can't
understand. Didn't you say before that it's okay to think about women, but not to go too far? But why has Mom
come over every two or three weeks in a row? Is Mom too lonely? Does she want to chat with me, but is she afraid of
being discovered by her sister?"
"I, I!" Mom's voice trembled slightly, "If possible..." She suddenly
stopped.
I continued, "Mom, if possible, I hope to chat with you every night.
Like before, I want to become a baby again, drinking Mom's milk every day!"
I heard Mom crying again. She mumbled, almost to herself, "I'm so touched
. I just want to smell a man's scent, especially semen, it helps me fall asleep..." Her
voice was very soft, like she was talking in her sleep. Then she stopped again. Suddenly, she stood up and hurriedly
left my room.
Her last words still echoed in my room. Suddenly, I understood my mother's feelings.
She was truly lonely and needed a man; otherwise, she wouldn't have said those things without realizing it. They were
words from the bottom of her heart, words a woman had suppressed for years.
I understood immediately. A picture immediately appeared in my mind: my mother holding her
underwear stained with my semen, greedily smelling it, while inserting her fingers into her wet, moist vulva.
The scent of semen tantalized her body, and desire ignited her heart. The lustful fluids of her vulva turned into oil,
igniting instantly, a blazing fire that illuminated the entire room. As my mother's moans began, the dormant
sperm, awakened by lust, transformed into a horde of frenzied male soldiers, drawing their guns and launching a rebellion,
relentlessly attacking my mother's mouth, vagina, and anus, stuffing multiple "guns" into each hole, leaving no gaps. The sounds of friction were like a frenzied symphony,
turning the entire room into an ocean of lewd pleasure. My mother was like a mermaid being repeatedly thrust into in this ocean, greedily enjoying
the torment of lust, even Cupid in the heavens couldn't resist taking off his pants and masturbating!
And Cupid in the heavens was none other than me. I imagined my mother's lewd appearance and quickly masturbated
. In the instant the horde of frenzied men ejaculated inside my mother, my millions of offspring shot out, covering
my mother's panties!
The next day, I put my mother's panties away; I knew she needed them. Recently, the reason my mother had been
coming to my room so often was clearly to find the smell of men's semen, while I had been having sex with my sister frequently lately, not
ejaculating on my mother's panties. Yes, at night, Mom couldn't resist her desires. On one hand, she
didn't want her son to masturbate alone at night, but on the other hand, she longed for a pair of
underwear that smelled of her son's semen.
After I understood all this, I loved my mother even more. It wasn't just the thought of desire, but more of
a feeling of helplessness and loneliness for her.
However, after this incident, Mom seemed to be greatly affected. She was always
afraid to look at me during the day and wouldn't come over at night; this had been going on for over two weeks. During this time, my longing for Mom grew
deeper and stronger. Even when I was having sex with my sister, I would think about Mom's naked body. Several times, I
almost called out to Mom while having sex with my sister.

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