[Sister] Chapter 4

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Chapter Four: Forbidden Fruit
I anxiously waited for my sister at home, repeatedly calling her, but she didn't answer. That guy...
hadn't already made his move, could he? My heart trembled.
The scene of girls being ridden in nightclubs flashed before my eyes, and those girls became my sister
. My mother and sister, begging for mercy after I'd done them, transformed into my sister's tearful pleas. The more I thought about it, the more I dared not imagine it. No
, no, my sister wouldn't let that bastard succeed, I desperately reassured myself.
The phone rang; it was my sister. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"What's the rush? I'll be right back after I finish this work." My sister's voice was still so kind
.
"Okay, I'm glad you're alright. I'll talk to you when I get back." I tried to keep my tone calm.
The door opened, and my sister hummed a song. "What's the rush? This is never going to end."
"Sister, your boyfriend isn't a good person." I went straight to the point.
"Who has a boyfriend? Don't talk nonsense." A slight blush flashed across my sister's face.
"Sister, stop hiding it from me, I know everything. That guy is no good. He's already married, and he
still..." I swallowed the words back.
"What do you know? You're just a kid, mind your own business. What 'that guy'? He's rude. Still
want... still want what? Keep making things up." My sister wouldn't listen. Women in love are fools, that's
so true.
Still want what? How am I supposed to tell you? If I did, you'd kill me, especially since you've already decided
I made it up. Sigh, I'll think of something.
From then on, I stopped going to work, but my sister didn't know. Protecting her became my biggest mission. Wherever she went
, I would secretly follow her. I felt proud; it was the only thing you could do for her, even though she didn't
know.
It was another Sunday, and my sister was resting at home. At four o'clock in the afternoon, I was leaving, pretending to go to work. Actually,
I was hiding not far from home, constantly watching the direction of our house, afraid my sister would go on a date.
My sister didn't go out, but that guy showed up, carrying a bouquet of flowers. My sister greeted him at the door, her face beaming with
smiles. He took her arm and led her inside. I ran over as fast as I could, wanting to protect her even more closely.
I didn't push the door open, but quietly crouched down by the doorway, my ear pressed tightly against it.
The man spoke, "You live here? Not bad, just a bit small. I'll buy you a bigger house later
."
"Hehe, it doesn't matter where I live, as long as I'm happy." My sister still smiled innocently.
"You're not working overtime today? How come you have time to come see me?" my sister asked.
"I missed you, more and more. I finally mustered up the courage to call you and come see you."
I thought everything the man said was fake; my sister was such a silly girl.
"These flowers smell so good!" My sister's words sounded like something an idiot would say.
"But they don't smell as good as you, do they, my little princess?" I felt disgusted.
"Hmm... your beard is prickly." My sister's voice suddenly sounded like she was being coquettish.
"Ugh... ugh... I hate it, ugh..." My sister couldn't speak anymore, she could only groan. It must be some guy
kissing her, or they were kissing. I really wanted to rush in, but I couldn't, my sister would hate me.
"Ah, no!" my sister suddenly cried out.
"Oh dear, my little princess, you won't even let me touch you? I'm going to become a monk!"
"Hahaha, go ahead then, it's not allowed anyway." My sister was still laughing.
"You're so heartless, if I'm going to be a monk, I'll be a philandering monk."
"Ah!" My sister's exclamation made me jump up. I pushed the door open and locked it from the inside.
I was so anxious I almost screamed. I jumped onto the windowsill; there were no curtains there. Luckily, I didn't act impulsively.
The man was just embracing my sister and kissing her.
They were sitting on the edge of the bed, the man had one arm around my sister and the other hand touching her neck. They were very absorbed
, kissing for a long time. The man's hand occasionally brushed against my sister's chest, without lingering.
The older sister's breathing became rapid. The man then laid her down on the bed and pressed his hand against
her breast. "Ah, no!" The older sister tried to grab his hand, but she couldn't. He held
her breast tightly, his mouth covering hers.
"Baby, I'll just touch you once, okay? You're so beautiful," the man said. The older sister seemed to stop trying
to pull his hand away.
"Just once, okay?" The older sister was such a fool; this was just a delaying tactic.
He slowly slipped his hand inside her clothes, lifting it up, along with her bra. "Ah, don't
look!" The older sister covered her chest with her hands.
But it was useless. He easily moved her hands away. Her nipples were small, pink
, and beautiful like pearls. The man gently stroked her nipples, softly asking, "Baby
, does it feel good?" The older sister kept her eyes closed, not speaking, her face flushed.
I hesitated, wondering if I should rush in. This man's true colors hadn't been revealed yet. Even if I
messed things up this time, my sister would be deceived by him sooner or later anyway. I should wait and see; I hoped my sister could hold on.
He started licking my sister's nipples with his tongue, and she reacted; her nipples gradually became erect. The man
was experienced; he was waiting for my sister's last line of defense to crumble. He quietly pulled down his pants, while my sister kept
her eyes tightly closed. His penis was huge, a deep purplish-red, like a red-hot iron rod.
But he was very patient, his hand roaming over my sister's lower abdomen, sliding back to her nipples just before reaching her private parts
, testing her reaction again and again. When his hand reached between my sister's legs, she
would always struggle forcefully. Then he would touch her nipples again.
"Baby, give it to me, I'll be good to you," he whispered in my sister's ear.
"If you really want to be good to me, wait until we get married, okay?" My sister's eyes were full of sincerity
.
"I think I want it now, look." He suddenly lunged upwards, his enormous penis resting
on his sister's breast. His sister immediately covered her eyes. At the same time, his hand slipped inside her shorts.
"Ah, no, let me go!" his sister struggled desperately.
"Just once, it's okay." He showed no sign of stopping, instead tearing open his sister's shorts.
His middle finger skillfully probed at the entrance of her pink vagina.
His sister struggled desperately, rolling her body back and forth to avoid his fingers.
"No, let me go, you bastard!" his sister began to curse.
"I must have you, because I love you." He began to ride on his sister, stripping her of all her
clothes.
"If you love me, get up now, or you'll never see me again!" his sister's tone was unusually firm.
The man, riding on his sister, stroked his penis and said, "After I'm done with you, you'll want to see
me, hehe," he revealed a disgusting lewd smile.
His sister's eyes widened, "You, you!" She couldn't speak for a moment.
"The women I've slept with before were all too obedient, it's not interesting anymore, you're really different, fucking you will definitely be very exciting, hahahahaha
." After saying that, he raised his penis and tried to insert it into his sister's vagina, but his sister twisted her body with all her might, and failed
. He flipped my sister's small body over, pressing her tightly against the edge of the bed. Her buttocks were raised high
on the bed, her legs still tightly clamped together. The man forcefully pushed his legs between hers, and her
legs slowly parted, revealing her pink vulva.
"Haha, looks like you like to do it from behind first, hahaha."
My sister really couldn't move anymore. After struggling for so long, she had no strength left, even her cries were weak.
The man held his penis, aiming.
With a bang, I kicked the door open, and a brick smashed hard on the bastard's head, causing him
to fall into a pool of blood. I frantically told my sister to put on her clothes and run. But my sister didn't move, her expression
somewhat dazed. "Call the police, little brother."
The man was alright, just unconscious. But he was convicted of attempted rape.
Since then, my sister has been a different person. I can understand; it was her first love, and she was so deeply
in love and enamored with it. But it all shattered, and it was a huge blow to her.
My sister often stares blankly, tears streaming down her face, and I always silently hold her. She buries her head
in my arms for a long time. I want my sister to forget the past, but I don't know how. My sister
is sad, and I am sad too. I want us both to be happy. I thought of that little pill. I already know
what it is; it can make people forget their troubles, but it's also a devil.
To say goodbye to this temporary pain, I stopped worrying too much. I dissolved it in a glass of water, and my sister
and I each drank half. My sister just glanced at me, then tilted her head back and drank it all. I drank it all too.
My head started spinning, and I began to hallucinate. I became somewhat excited, and my sister suddenly started crying again. I
pulled my sister into my arms and kissed her face and forehead frantically.
"Sister, I love you, you are mine, and you will always belong to me," I said, like I was possessed.
Suddenly, my sister wrapped her arms tightly around my head and pressed her lips to mine, as if she wanted to
devour me whole. We kissed passionately, as if the world only contained our presence, and all worldly
constraints rolled away. We were intoxicated by a love that was not recognized by others.
My sister looked at me with hazy eyes and said softly, "Little brother, I know you love me. I know you've
secretly looked at my body. Now you don't need to suppress your feelings anymore. I am yours, I belong to you, everything
belongs to you."
My sister stood up and began to take off her clothes, one by one. Her body was so beautiful, like a goddess, that I
dared not touch her. My sister walked to me and began to undress me. I sat there like a fool. She held
my head and buried it between her breasts. I greedily sucked on her nipples like a baby.
My sister's head began to tilt back, and she let out a ecstatic moan.
My sister fell onto the bed, her body spread out in a starfish shape, so relaxed. I began kissing her—her forehead
, lips, breasts, lower abdomen, all the way to her feet; I wanted to kiss every inch of her skin.
My sister kept her eyes open, watching me, reaching out to touch my face, then slowly lowering my head to her
most intimate place. I began kissing her vulva, gently, softly, afraid of hurting this
delicate bud.
I gently teased her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, and my sister began to pant and moan. Her small opening was already open,
with clear fluid flowing out. I began to suckle deeply, taking her entire vulva into my mouth.
"Little brother, I want you,"
I said, gently climbing onto my sister, cupping her face in my hands. My sister spread her legs wide, and I
moved my body, searching for her opening.
My sister looked at me and said, "This is it."
I slowly thrust in; my sister's vagina was so tight, and I was careful not to hurt her.
"Go for it, it's okay."
I used a little force, and my sister frowned slightly. I felt my penis break through something, break
through a barrier, and then slide down to the base of my penis. We were truly joined together.
My penis began to thrust in and out of my sister's vagina, and she started making "hmm" sounds, constantly
twisting her body, her buttocks moving upwards to meet my thrusts.
I looked into my sister's eyes, which were so peaceful.
"Little brother, what we're doing is crazy, so let's enjoy this madness, and not care about anything else
." I nodded.
I started thrusting faster, and "Ahhh!" my sister started to shout loudly. Suddenly, my sister pushed my
body, signaling me to straighten up. She straightened up as well, quietly watching my penis
thrust back and forth in her vagina.
"Little brother, that penis is born to penetrate women's holes, so why is it sinful for it to be on your body and used to penetrate here
? Little brother, are we wrong?" My sister's voice was somewhat resentful.
"Sister, we did nothing wrong." I pounced on my sister, thrusting wildly. She began
kissing my face frantically, her legs clamping tightly around my waist, her body arching upwards, her vagina contracting tightly, and
two streams of heat gushed out simultaneously. I didn't pull out; her vagina continued to contract rhythmically, her eyes
fixed on me…
The sheets were speckled with peach blossoms. I fell asleep with my sister's nipple in my mouth. In my dream, we left this
place and lived a peaceful life together...
[The End]

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