Northeast large kang (heated brick bed)

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That day, my uncle and older sister didn't find out, and my aunt, who played cards until dark, had no idea what had happened. At dinner, my uncle had returned to his normal self, enthusiastically putting food in my and my sister's bowls. If I hadn't witnessed what happened that afternoon, I wouldn't have known he had another side to him. And in reality, who isn't like him? When I was having sex with my mother, I wasn't the child who usually acted spoiled in front of her anymore, and my mother, usually so reserved and dignified in front of the neighbors, also cried out in pain when I was having sex with her. Thinking about all this, I ate in a daze.
My older sister just ate with her head down, not saying a word. Her long, disheveled hair, which had been messy that afternoon, had been braided back into a long, black braid hanging down her shoulder. She ignored my uncle when he spoke to her
and put food in her bowl. Sitting opposite my older sister, looking at her beautiful face, if I hadn't been lucky enough to witness what happened that afternoon, I would never have imagined how my quiet older sister could have been so violated by a man. Even her beautiful anus had been penetrated by my uncle's big penis! As I thought about this, my penis involuntarily twitched against my crotch.
Even years later, my eldest sister never told me how her uncle first slept with her. I could only guess that it happened during the last time she and my second sister visited my aunt. Perhaps, like this afternoon, after lunch, my aunt went to the neighbor's to play cards, giving my uncle, who might have had designs on my eldest sister, an opportunity. He must have forced himself on her. That's why my eldest sister was so depressed after returning home.
Although this is my speculation many years later, the facts are probably quite accurate. After my eldest sister was raped by my uncle, he was probably afraid. A few days later, he came to my house specifically to find out more. The reason for the second incident was probably mostly due to my eldest sister. At seventeen, my eldest sister was just beginning to experience romantic feelings. Although she was usually reserved and quiet, she might have already harbored a longing for sex. Every time Dad came home late at night, he would make love to Mom and my siblings under the covers on the kang (a heated brick bed), and it was hard for my eldest and second eldest sisters not to see it. My eldest sister, being the oldest, was also easily aroused by what she saw and heard. Once my young, lustful eldest sister had actually been with her skilled uncle, she experienced the pleasures of sex. Although she was in pain and uneasy, she naturally protected him, not telling Mom or anyone else about his shameful affair.
As for her second visit to my aunt's house, it wasn't necessarily a case of her offering herself to my uncle. Perhaps she wanted to make things clear to him so he would stop bothering her. But how could a seventeen-year-old sister be a match for her cunning uncle? This middle-aged man in his forties had already seen from her behavior that nothing would happen, and of course, he slept with her a second time, even more boldly than the first time.
That night at my aunt's house, I, a young girl, suffered from insomnia for the first time. Sleeping alone in a room for the first time in my life was probably the most important reason for my insomnia. Lying on that soft, warm bed instead of the large kang (heated brick bed) at home, my mind raced with chaotic thoughts. One moment I was replaying every detail of my uncle's encounter with my older sister that I'd witnessed during the day, and the next, my mother's kind, beautiful face. I'd never thought of my mother like that before. If my actions with her a few days ago were mostly driven by sexual curiosity, now I truly considered her my woman. The events of the day had stirred within me a deep longing for her to be lying beside me. The word "incest" was practically foreign to me, growing up in a rural village in Northeast China, though I vaguely sensed that I shouldn't be doing that with my closest relatives.
I tossed and turned until late into the night before finally drifting off to sleep. The next morning, I woke up feeling dizzy. After washing my face in the bathroom, I saw my older sister on the stairs. She looked like she hadn't slept well either; her already pale face looked even more bloodless, and her eyes were visibly red and swollen, as if she'd cried a lot the night before.
My aunt hadn't gone to play cards that day; she insisted on taking my sister and me to the nearby town to buy us clothes. I quickly regained my cheerfulness, because Mother rarely took us to town. My eldest sister, however, remained silent, head down, following behind us. My aunt eventually seemed to complain that she was becoming increasingly introverted.
That afternoon, wearing the new clothes my aunt had bought me, I happily walked home with my eldest sister. Having run ahead on the way there, I was now trailing behind. Originally, I had no other thoughts about my eldest sister; like with Mother, I was mostly just a little boy's sexual curiosity. But after yesterday, my mindset had clearly changed. Walking on that country dirt road, my eyes involuntarily lingered on my eldest sister's swaying hips as she walked. She was always very simple, wearing only ordinary dark blue cotton trousers, but those ordinary trousers were stretched taut by her ample hips. I stared blankly, the scene from yesterday flashing through my mind.
I felt a surge of heat. Seeing no one on the country road, I hurried over. "Big sister," I said, determined, "what were you and Uncle doing in the room yesterday?" I asked, looking at my older sister's face.
Her beautiful face suddenly turned deathly pale! "What?" she asked, completely oblivious.
"It was when Aunt and I went out to play cards." I was young and naive, and my question was direct.
My sister's face was completely bloodless. She stared at me blankly, as if in a daze.
"I saw it through the crack in the door," I said smugly, my teenage self.
My sister remained frozen in shock.
My heart softened; after all, she was always so good to me. "Sister, I won't tell anyone," I quickly promised.
My sister bit her lip, looking at me, seemingly unsure what to say.
For a moment, I didn't know what to say either. The two of us stood there for a while, then walked silently forward, one after the other, this time with my sister behind me.
We walked for a long time, the road seemed so long, and I felt a pang of regret for telling my older sister what I had said. After all, as a child, I would never have thought of using such things to blackmail her.
"Little brother," my older sister called from behind, her face still pale, biting her lip, and there seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes.
"Please don't tell Mother!" my older sister said, her voice pleading.
I nodded, "Don't worry, sister, I won't tell."
"You're still young, I didn't want to tell you anything, but now..." my older sister bit her lip, "It was the last time your second sister and I went to our aunt's house... After dinner, our aunt went to play cards, and your second sister went out to play too, leaving only my uncle and me at home. He forced..." my older sister seemed unable to continue, pausing, "That night, I was supposed to go back with your second sister, but he wouldn't let us go back. Our aunt didn't know anything, and then that night, he sneaked into my room again..." my older sister lowered her head.
"I know, it's rape, right?" I had seen the word in a book, but I didn't understand it then, and now I said it as if it suddenly dawned on me.
My older sister kept her head down and didn't speak. I heard her sobbing.
Deep down, I knew rape was a bad word, but I still had some questions. "But why did you agree to come with me yesterday?" I asked. My
older sister raised her tear-blurred face. "I originally wanted to talk to him and clear things up… I've been scared these past few days, afraid he'd keep bothering me… but yesterday he…" My older sister bit her lip. Then she lowered her head and started crying. She seemed both ashamed and angry.
I didn't know how to comfort her. My older sister cried for a long time before stopping. Looking at her flushed face, her tearful appearance stirred something within me, even as a young child.
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We arrived home. Mother was washing clothes in the yard. Seeing us return, she was very happy and quickly prepared dinner for us.
That night, we finally went to sleep. I realized that I had been waiting for this moment all along. Everything was the same as before. The lights went out, everyone stood on the kang (heated brick bed) and took off their clothes, then crawled into their respective quilts. Of course, my mother and I shared a quilt.
It wasn't until I held my mother's warm, smooth body that I realized I'd been holding back for too long. Ever since I'd seen those things yesterday afternoon, my little penis had been constantly erect. I was burning up, and my hands, which were holding my mother, started to wander, groping her large breasts and buttocks. My mother lay there motionless, her face turned towards me, her eyes closed as if she were asleep.
The spying I'd witnessed the day before yesterday had made me more than just groping; my hands, which were touching my mother's large breasts, unconsciously imitated my uncle's technique, sometimes gently squeezing and pressing those two smooth mounds of flesh, occasionally rubbing the two nipples lightly with my fingers. My mother remained motionless, letting me do as I pleased. My right hand slid down between my mother's legs, touching a familiar patch of thick hair, and further down, I touched that warm, soft spot.
My thumb groped for that little fleshy protuberance I remembered, rubbing it back and forth.
My mother stirred, opening her eyes in the darkness. Her eyes shone brightly in the night. "You little rascal! When will you stop?!" she glared at me. I ignored her and continued what I was doing. The entrance to her vagina, beneath her small, fleshy mound, was becoming increasingly slippery. I found the spot with my index and middle fingers and inserted them into her warm, moist opening. Then, my thumb massaged her clitoris while my index and middle fingers explored her vagina, all three fingers working together. This was a technique I'd learned from my uncle.
The warm breath she exhaled blew onto my face, and her legs under the covers unconsciously parted and crossed.
I used everything I'd learned, even lowering my head to take turns sucking on her large nipples.
My mother, who had been quiet under the covers, began to grow increasingly restless. Suddenly, she also buried her head under the covers. "Have you touched enough?!" she whispered in my ear.
My small body burned with desire; only now did I truly feel the urge to conquer a woman. "I'll fuck you to death!" I gasped, daringly whispering in my mother's ear.
She didn't reply, only her panting in my ear. After a while, she leaned closer, her voice sweet and cloying. "You little rascal, if you really fuck me to death, who will let you fuck them after this?"
"You slut!" My uncle's voice rang in my ears. It seemed that cursing women like that didn't anger them at all. I used to think it was an insult, and I'd even fought with the boys at school who used vulgar language towards my sister.
My mother never said such things. Unlike the other farm women in the village, she was reserved and dignified, even more cultured than all the teachers at our school. That's why those words from her mouth excited me so much! Of course, later I learned that women only acted like that when they were intimate with a man.
I moved my fingers with increasing excitement, and more and more fluid seeped out, leaving a slippery layer on my fingers.
Mother's breathing grew increasingly rapid under the covers. "Your sisters are all here!" she whispered breathlessly in my ear. One of her hands, however, gripped my penis and began stroking it.
"Where is this?" I asked, pressing against her vulva.
"Vulva...this is Mother's vulva..." Mother gasped.
"Fuck you!" I whispered. The word coming from a woman's mouth aroused me even more.
"No, not today, your sisters will wake up!" Mother said softly.
"Mother, but I feel so uncomfortable," I pleaded.
"No!" Mother was resolute.
That night, Mother didn't give in to my desires. Perhaps I was still too young; after a while, I grew sleepy and unknowingly fell asleep embracing Mother.
But the result of my actions was that the next night, Mother prepared a separate bed for me on the kang (heated brick bed), refusing to let me sleep with her anymore. In her own words, she couldn't bear my antics at night.
This was undoubtedly unacceptable to me. Although I had slept with my mother for so long, I had only recently become addicted to a woman's body. The thought of not being able to hold my mother's warm body to sleep again made me feel like I had lost my soul. But my mother was still my mother, and my persistent pleading had never worked.
Since my eldest sister came back, she had become even more absent-minded, and I would just see her sitting at the table in a daze every day. I was the only one in the family who knew her secret, while my mother had always been very outgoing. Perhaps it was because my eldest sister had always been so quiet and introverted that my mother hadn't noticed her unusual behavior.
Winters in Northeast China are too cold, and spring is still a long way off. There were still a few days before school started, and our family basically didn't go out. How comfortable it was to sit on the warm kang (heated brick bed) inside. Looking out the window at the bare branches of the trees, I longed for the arrival of spring.
"Your father won't be back for a long time..." This was the sentence my mother loved to say to us, and even to herself. I could even see the helplessness and sorrow in her eyes when she said this.
My eldest sister finally started school; her middle school started a few days earlier than ours. Early that morning, she quietly packed her things and left. She was a boarding student, and this departure would last a week. Watching her lonely figure, her long, shiny black braid behind her shoulder, I inexplicably felt a surge of resentment towards my uncle: he was the one who made my sister like this.
At home, it was just my mother, my second sister, and me. My second sister's personality was completely different from my eldest; she was like my mother—talkative, active, and an optimist. The three of us chattered away at home, so we weren't lonely. That day, we were playing checkers in the room when a classmate came to visit my second sister, and she happily went out.
Only my mother and I were left at home, and in my little heart, I had been eagerly anticipating this moment. I looked up from the chessboard and saw my mother also looking up; her face flushed. I couldn't hold back any longer and went over to hug her.
My mother sat there motionless, letting me hold her. She breathed softly into my ear, "Have you been missing your mother for a while?" she whispered. At just over ten years old, I had never experienced such tenderness from a woman. Without a word, I impatiently began to undress her. "Go away!" my mother spat, pointing a finger at my forehead, "Just like your father, a lustful devil!" She pushed me away, but took off her own clothes.
Because of the cold, just like last time, she only left her cotton-padded coat open, but completely removed her pants. I watched as she half-reclined in front of me, raising her legs wide, ready to be fucked. When I hurriedly pulled off my pants and climbed onto the bed, this woman in her thirties was already breathing heavily.
If the first time my mother let me have her, she only saw me as an innocent child, after the second time, she had come to see me as a man.
This time, instead of using my hands first, I quickly straddled my mother's face, mimicking the position I'd learned from my uncle, and first thrust my penis towards her mouth. My mother was momentarily stunned; she probably never expected me to do this. But when I touched her lips with my hard penis, she naturally opened her mouth, allowing me to put it inside. My intuition told me that my mother's mouth must have been used by my father like this more than once before, and this thought excited me even more. I arched my back, my hands gripping the bed, and began to move my hips, letting my tender yet hard penis slide in and out of my mother's mouth. When it came out, only the head remained inside; when it went in, it plunged all the way in, reaching deep into her throat. My mother's mouth was warm, slippery, and moist. The thrusting of my penis inside gently touched her hard teeth, a different feeling from vaginal penetration, but clearly more stimulating.
I supported myself on the bed, thrusting my hips up and down, fucking the woman's mouth as if I were fucking her vagina. My scrotum slapped against my mother's cheek, my hard penis thrusting in and out of her wet mouth faster and faster. The pleasure emanating from my tingling glans made me feel like I was flying through the air. At first, my mother tried to shield me from my penis with her hand, trying to prevent me from hurting her by thrusting too hard. But as I continued, she gave up resisting, her hands wrapped around my buttocks as I relentlessly fucked her cunt. Her flushed face looked at me with pleading eyes, yet her gaze was so hazy and hungry that it only spurred me to fuck her even harder, completely disregarding her feelings.
"Ugh..." Perhaps I had inserted it too deep, because Mother suddenly coughed as if she choked. She spat out the penis from her mouth and coughed incessantly. "Where did you learn this from!" Mother scolded, pinching my buttocks hard. "How come your father likes this and you also..." Mother seemed unable to finish her sentence, and pinched harder...
The light in the room was not strong. Mother's hair was disheveled, her face flushed, and she glared at me, biting her lip and panting. "You little rascal!" Mother scolded softly, her eyes seeming to drip with tears as she looked at me. "Lie down!" Mother commanded me.
Although I was a little confused, I obediently leaned against the quilt and half-lay on the kang, and then I saw Mother arching her body and lying between my legs. As if in a dream, I watched this woman bring her mouth to my groin. She gently massaged my scrotum with her left hand and squeezed my penis with her right. Her movements were as meticulous and careful as if she were doing needlework. My penis felt like an ice cream cone or a delicious sausage. She circled the glans with her tongue, the tingling sensation sending shivers down my spine. Finally, when she took my penis into her mouth, I watched as she began to move her head up and down, letting my penis slide in and out of her mouth!
Faced with this scene I could never have imagined before, I was stunned, as if in a dream.
She moved her head rapidly, an indescribable electric-like pleasure coursing through my body with each stroke of her mouth. She would occasionally look up at me, as if observing my reaction. Her long, flowing hair fell from her head, obscuring half her face, but unable to hide the blush on her cheeks. Mother must have done this many times for Father in the past, but now, facing her son, she felt more shy than passionate.
I couldn't help but raise my hand to brush the stray hairs from her face.
My small gesture probably made her even more embarrassed; she stopped, looked up, bit her lip, and her eyes welled up with tears.
Although I didn't yet know what a woman's passion was, the tears in her eyes had already ignited my desire!
"I'll fuck you to death!" I shouted boldly at her. Children in the countryside are used to such vulgar language, and in this situation, I couldn't hold back any longer. Besides, my previous spying on my uncle and older sister had taught me that women wouldn't necessarily get angry if I spoke to them like that.
From her expression, I didn't see any anger; she just bit her lip. Was this still my straightforward, cheerful mother who used to scold me so easily? Unable to bear it any longer, I got up and pushed her down onto the warm kang (heated brick bed).
The woman I called "Mother" seemed to have gone limp, lying motionless and silent as I did as I pleased, only her rapid breathing remaining. I, so small and thin, felt like a real man, my movements, which had been somewhat haphazard and half-hearted the first two times, now becoming quite adept.
This was the body of a woman in her thirties, voluptuous and mature. Her long hair, once piled high but now fluffy, her fiery lips, her tightly closed eyes, the hot breath exhaling from her nostrils, her large, white, plump breasts, her flat, slightly protruding belly, her snow-white, rounded thighs, and her hairy vulva—all temptations no man could resist.
My mouth approached the depths of that hairy vulva, my nose inhaling the indescribable scent emanating from that warm, moist mound. This territory, which had once belonged only to my father, now belonged to me. The woman who had given birth to me here now spread her legs, welcoming me back. Only this time, it was her son's erect penis that returned.
As the woman in the village whom those foolish men had long coveted, a woman they could only secretly dream of but could never attain, Mother was usually so reserved and unapproachable. Only Father had ever seen or touched that small area between her legs. But now, Mother, who was usually just a kind and respectable person to me, revealed another side of herself to me, showing me her entirety as a woman.
I stood below the kang (heated brick bed), hoisted Mother's legs onto my shoulders, and entered her body deeply and resolutely from the front. "Ah!" The groan that escaped Mother's lips only fueled my excitement!
I thrust into this woman again and again. My cannon-like penis, though still somewhat immature, was already powerful enough. Facing that woman's vulva, it already showed its dominance. It moved faster and faster in and out of that wet, hot hole, plunging in completely, pulling out only halfway, leaving the glans exposed.
I had no fancy moves or techniques, just mechanically repeating my actions faster and faster.
"Mmm...mmm..." Mother's mouth quickly emitted a dreamlike moan.
Now I knew the meaning of that moan; it meant that this woman was starting to enjoy it, and thinking of this, I fucked her even more wildly.
"Mmm...ah...ah..." Mother's face was bright red even in the dim light. This time, she seemed to no longer intentionally suppress herself like the previous two times.
I felt that Mother's vagina was becoming increasingly wet and slippery, and that kind of fluid kept slowly seeping out, like a snail spitting out its juices. At the same time, her vagina was getting hotter and hotter. My penis was now thrusting in and out effortlessly and freely.
"I'll fuck you to death!" I lost myself again, and couldn't help but shout as I fucked Mother's moans.
"Ah...ah.ah..." Mother's cheeks were flushed from my fucking, her eyes were tightly closed, and she only made soft moans, her hands unconsciously gripping the sheets.
While I was fucking her, I grabbed my mother's feet, which were resting on my shoulders. Foot fetishism is innate; my previous voyeurism had shown me that women's feet could be played with. My mother's feet felt soft and smooth in my hands, with slight calluses on the soles from her labor.
Her vagina was so hot deep inside; I felt my penis covered in a layer of slippery fluid. I looked down at the point where our genitals met, clearly seeing my penis thrust in and out of that "hole" with each stroke!
"Ahhh... ahhh..." My mother moaned with each thrust, her eyes closed, her head twisting from side to side, her hands unconsciously gripping the sheets, like a patient suffering from a high fever.
I pulled her stiff legs from my shoulders and fucked her hard! My cannon-like penis slid deep into her vagina!
"Ah... God..." Mother gasped, turning her head and closing her eyes as she cried out, "God... ah..." Her lips trembled, her face, half-hidden by her long hair, flushed red.
"Slut!" I involuntarily mimicked the tone I'd heard from my uncle, and only now, seeing this scene, did I understand his feelings.
"Ah... ah... um..." Mother's moans seemed increasingly uneasy, her hands gripping the sheets tighter and tighter.
My penis thrust faster and faster into that hot, slippery hole!
"God... ah... ah... dog..." Mother's brows furrowed as if she were enduring something, "I'm going to die... ah..."
"Gurgle... gurgle..." I heard a strange sound coming from below, the sound becoming increasingly loud with each thrust of my penis into that hole. And in that increasingly hot hole, the sticky fluid was so plentiful it almost soaked my penis.
I stopped, skillfully trying to change positions. When my penis stopped moving inside that fleshy hole, I could clearly feel the writhing inside; the fleshy walls seemed to be gently opening and closing.
I pulled my penis out, and before I could say anything, my mother blushed, bit her lip, and climbed off the kang (a heated brick bed). Then, without a word, she stood on the floor below the kang, supporting herself with her hands on the kang and bending down.
My God! I was inexplicably excited looking at my mother's plump, white buttocks! Thirteen years ago, this woman gave birth to me and raised me, and now, she was lying there with her buttocks raised, waiting for me to fuck her! At this moment, the scene of my uncle bullying my older sister and forcefully fucking her anus kept resurfacing in my mind. At first, my older sister cried out in pain, but later, her heavy breathing revealed faint moans of pleasure, which were now constantly tempting me, finally arousing the beast within me. My hand unconsciously reached out and touched my mother's anus. My mother was shocked and cried out, "Dog, what are you doing?" At this moment, I didn't want to say anything, but just pressed my mother's body down, forcing her to kneel on the bed like a female dog. My tongue pressed against her anus, licking and trying to probe inside. My mother cried out that it was dirty and tried to dodge, but she couldn't resist my increasingly... Despite her increasingly robust body, I continued to ravage her untouched virgin territory. However, I was so focused on using my tongue and hands to find pleasure in my mother's anus that I didn't notice the change in her condition. Besides her body trembling constantly, her anus was also constantly leaking vaginal fluid, and she was moaning intermittently, saying things she couldn't understand herself. I scooped up a handful of the sticky fluid and smelled it; it seemed to have a pungent odor. I casually stuffed it into my mother's mouth to prevent her from spitting it out. My mother's lust had been aroused at this point, and she showed no resistance. She swallowed all the sticky fluid on my hand, but it still seemed unsatisfying. She sucked on my fingers vigorously and mumbled, "Doggy, I want it!"
I thrust my erect, frog-like penis around my mother's buttocks and whispered in her ear, "Mother, what do you want from your dog?"
Although my mother and I had had sexual intercourse many times, she still refused to explicitly ask her son to have sex with her. She just kept thrusting her body and pressed her hot cheeks against my chest. At this moment, I could no longer suppress my lust. I lifted my mother's lamb-like buttocks and, like my uncle had abused my older sister, thrust my penis into her anus. Before this, I had no experience with anal sex. If I hadn't happened to witness my uncle abusing my older sister, I wouldn't have known that the anus could be penetrated by a large penis in addition to defecation. Moreover, after my older sister was forcibly penetrated in the anus, in addition to feeling pain and humiliation from being raped by an elder, she seemed to still have some pleasure as she gritted her teeth and endured the thrusting.
At this moment, my large penis was like a headless fly, unable to smoothly penetrate my mother's anus. Like an old donkey dragging a heavy load in the rain, its hooves kept slipping on the muddy ground. Later, driven by lust, I flipped my mother's body over and inserted my large penis into her mouth, thrusting deeply and repeatedly until my mother's eyes rolled back and she gagged, but couldn't spit it out, obediently enduring the penetration. Meanwhile, my hands were never idle, sometimes penetrating her dripping vagina, sometimes forcefully inserting into her untouched anus. Inside, her anus was a different sight from her vagina. The rings of anal flesh gripped my fingers uncomfortably. I continued to penetrate deeper, inserting two fingers instead of one, and then forcefully thrust into her. My mother gradually adapted to the intrusion of a foreign object into her anus and slowly began to savor the different sensations. Like a cat in heat, she moaned and licked the head of my penis. Soon, my mother trembled all over and spat out my penis, shouting, "Dog, you've fucked me to death!" She reached her first orgasm from this unusual anal sex. After recovering,
my mother pinched my buttocks hard with her fingers and said, "You naughty dog, where did you learn this trick to humiliate your mother like this?" Of course, I had to keep my promise to my older sister and not reveal that her uncle had forcibly fucked her anus. I had to lie and say that I had heard it from classmates at school and had learned it on the spot. I said to my mother, "Don't ask me where I learned it now. Tell me first, was it good?"
My mother looked troubled. She pretended to be unhappy, but recalling her lewd appearance just now, her teeth almost grinding as she forced herself to endure, she couldn't help but blush. If she told the truth, she felt confused and ashamed that her private parts, which she had always considered only for bowel movements and had never been touched by anyone else, had been so violently violated by her own son, and that she had finally ejaculated and experienced a unique pleasure she had never felt before.
She could only say, "Your father can't handle my needs at all, and he's never had so many tricks up his sleeve. You're such a bad dog." Hearing this, I couldn't help but smile, but when I touched my still taut, hard penis, I felt troubled again. I could only say to my mother, "Save me!"
My mother looked surprised and said, "Why haven't you come yet? You're really my nemesis." She had no choice but to lie down again, letting me ride her once more. I was quite disappointed that I hadn't been able to penetrate her anus earlier, so I challenged her again. With my previous experience, I first used my saliva and tongue to thoroughly moisten her anus, and then used my fingers to widen her mucous membrane. My mother frowned slightly, but kept letting out lewd breaths, seemingly issuing a silent invitation to my big cock. At this moment, I could no longer hold back. I forcefully spread my mother's buttocks and forced my big cock into her anus. Perhaps because it was already fully moistened, or perhaps because my fingers had been stroking it repeatedly, it wasn't as tight as before. This time, my big cock slowly pushed open my mother's buttocks and gradually entered her rectum. However, my fingers were not as thick as my cock. My mother could only grit her teeth and endure it, constantly calling out: "Slow down! Dog, slow down!" But I had lost patience, ignoring her cries of pain, and continued to thrust deeper. Amidst my mother's cries, my large penis was fully inserted, and I began to pump it in and out as I always did. My mother began to moan softly, her cries growing more intense with each thrust. With each stroke, the pink flesh around her anus was forced open and reopened by my penis, writhing wildly in stimulation. My mother cried out, "Dog! Be gentle! I'm about to poop!"
I continued to pump faster, slapping her lamb-like buttocks hard with one hand, shouting, "I'll fuck you to death, you bitch! I'll fuck your slutty asshole to death!"
Before I knew it, I'd thrust in and out two or three hundred more times. Even the corner of the sheet where my mother was kneeling was almost soaked with her vaginal fluids and sweat. Then I inserted my fingers into her vagina, thrusting repeatedly, eliciting another scream from her. At the same time, through the thin mucous membrane, I could feel my rock-hard penis ravaging her anus. Her anus, being deflowered for the first time, was being relentlessly attacked by my fingers and my large penis; it was unbearable. I could see her screams were completely out of tune. My kneeling body collapsed onto the kang (a heated brick bed), and I smiled triumphantly as I made my final thrust. I felt a tingling sensation in my back as my hot semen shot deep into my mother's rectum. I collapsed weakly onto her, my body stiff from the intense stimulation. As I withdrew my now-softened penis, I noticed she had lost control of her bladder. I bit down hard on her shoulder, and she cried out as if she had come back to her senses, "My boy, you fucked me to death!"
We embraced and drifted into a deep sleep.
My eldest and second eldest sisters and I have always had a close relationship. As the only boy in the family, I was pampered and the center of our lives. My sisters always doted on me, showing me care and concern, and frequently checking my homework. My eldest sister's affection was especially evident, perhaps due to her gentle and demure personality. However, judging from what happened later, my second sister was no less devoted to me.
Before leaving home, my father earnestly warned me that from now on, the family would need my support in everything. At the time, I felt quite flattered by my father's high regard, but being young, I couldn't grasp the weight of responsibility. It wasn't until I discovered that my eldest sister had been raped by my uncle, her vagina, mouth, and anus all brutally penetrated by his large penis that I realized the heavy burden and responsibility I bore. After that, my eldest sister was always depressed, and I often saw her crying quietly when no one was around. The words of admonition came to mind. I was young and insignificant, and to protect my elder sister's reputation, I never dared to tell my mother about my sister being raped by my uncle. My aunt was used to a life of luxury and only cared about inviting friends and family to parties, completely disregarding my uncle's words and actions. It was fine when my sister was at school and living at school, but when she was home from school, my uncle dared not make a fuss because he was taking care of her. However, after my sister returned home, he repeatedly invited her to his home, his intentions were clear: he wanted to seduce my sister again.
My eldest sister repeatedly refused, but to no avail. Later, my aunt came to our house to invite her herself, and my ignorant mother also joined in as a persuader. My eldest sister, left with no other choice, almost shed tears as she reluctantly packed her everyday clothes, giving me a resentful look. I understood what she meant, so I turned to my mother and asked to come along. My aunt wanted all of us children to go, while my second sister excitedly packed her clothes. At that time, I thought my second sister was really inconsiderate, but little did she know about my uncle's bad behavior.
Our group arrived at my aunt's house in a large group. My uncle greeted us warmly, but my cousins weren't as enthusiastic. Firstly, my older cousins were much older than us, and secondly, we were all busy with our studies and work and had little contact with each other. Only my second sister and her younger sister, who were about the same age and studying in the provincial capital, were truly affectionate. They held hands and closed the door, only coming out for meals. No one knew what they were talking about.
The last time my eldest sister stayed at my aunt's house, she always wanted me to accompany her, no matter what. I took on the responsibility my father had entrusted to me, responsibly refusing all offers of assistance and becoming my eldest sister's bodyguard. My uncle couldn't find an opportunity to bully my eldest sister again, and could only glare at me resentfully, but there was nothing he could do. A few days later, my mother sent someone to bring my siblings and me back home, asking us all sorts of questions with great interest. I could only give them perfunctory replies.
The next morning, my mother called my siblings and me together. She said that my father had sent a letter saying that he wanted my mother to come and stay with him for a while during the school holidays. My mother had already packed her luggage and was ready to leave that day. That day, my eldest and second eldest sisters, along with me, went to the station to see her off. Before leaving, my mother, just like my father had done before leaving, admonished me: "Gou'er! When I leave this time, you are the only man in the family. You must take good care of this family. Don't be playful and listen to your sisters." Of course, I nodded in agreement. My mother turned to my eldest sister and said: "You are the eldest. While I'm away, you must take good care of your younger siblings. If there are any urgent matters that you can't handle, ask your uncle for help. It's clear he's a capable man." This idea was deeply ingrained in my mother's heart. My eldest sister nodded, her eyes red.
Only after the train had driven far away did my siblings and I reluctantly walk home.
My eldest sister diligently cooked and took care of our three meals a day. At bedtime, because we always kept the lights off to save electricity, and with Mom not around, my two older sisters, who were afraid of the dark, insisted that the three of us squeeze onto the kang (heated brick bed). I, of course, was more than happy to oblige. I quickly stripped off my clothes and dashed into bed. It took a long time before I heard my sisters undress and get on the kang, but they slept far away in one corner. I, on the other hand, couldn't fall asleep for a long time. Partly, I was used to sleeping with my mother by my side since I was little, and now that she wasn't there, I felt insecure. Also, of course, since I understood the relationship between men and women, I had never slept on the kang with my two older sisters. The faint scent of their flesh wafted into my nose, making it even harder for me to sleep.
After what seemed like an eternity, I finally couldn't resist any longer. I slowly moved to the other side of the kang and softly called out, "Eldest sister! Eldest sister!" In the darkness, my eldest sister, who was closer to me, softly hummed in response. Excited, I moved closer, my face almost touching her body. In the moonlight, I could vaguely see my older sister's long, beautiful hair spread across the pillow. She was lying on her side, facing away from me, so I couldn't see her face. After my eyes adjusted to the light, I leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Sister, how have you been?"
Unexpectedly, my words caused her to hug me and burst into tears, crying, "Dog! My life is so miserable!"
Tears streamed down my chest. I could only gently hold her and pat her back to comfort her, saying, "Sister, don't cry. It's not your fault. It's all that beastly uncle's fault." But she continued to sob. I felt a pang of heartache and said, "Sister! I will definitely avenge you."
After my eldest sister calmed down, she said that this matter wasn't easy to explain, and others might not believe what I said. Besides, my uncle was a capable man in the area; he might accuse me of seducing him or simply deny everything. Although I was very indignant, I believed my eldest sister was telling the truth, and I could only say bitterly, "Are we just going to let him get away with this?" Honestly,
I couldn't think of a good solution at that moment, but I still gently held her. My eldest sister didn't push me away, perhaps thinking that only I could protect her at that moment. Perhaps because she had vented her emotions, my eldest sister finally fell asleep in my arms, and I don't know when I drifted off to sleep myself.
The next morning, my second sister woke up first, calling out in a strange voice, "Doggy! Why are you sleeping over here? Hey! What are you doing hugging my eldest sister?"
Amidst my second sister's rapid-fire chatter, my eldest sister blushed like a ripe tomato, hurriedly pushing me away, her eyes too shy to look at me or my second sister. I inwardly exclaimed, "My eldest sister has grown even more beautiful in just one semester, she's like a real beauty!" Only after she pushed me did I
snap out of my daze and say, "Eldest sister, you're so beautiful!" My eldest sister smiled unconsciously, while my second sister pouted, looking indifferent.
Of course, women are often petty, and even with family, their feelings can still fester.
Seeing this, my eldest sister didn't seem to mind, saying, "Goblin, your second sister is the real beauty!
Look how beautiful her figure is!" Only then did my second sister puff out her chest and laugh happily, finally dispelling the tension.
My uncle seemed to have become wary after seeing how fiercely I protected my older sister last time, so he stopped inviting us siblings to his house. I was happy to spend my days hanging out with my friends, and my older sister's previously tense heart gradually relaxed. Besides preparing meals for us every day, she started to carefully supervise me, telling me what not to do and what not to do. Sometimes she was too strict with me, so I would deliberately do the opposite of what she said, intentionally provoking her. Seeing her puffed-up cheeks and angry face was a great pleasure for her, of course, she had always loved... She loved me dearly, and I knew it perfectly well. After I did my best to protect her from my uncle's bullying, she was even more grateful and took meticulous care of me. Sometimes I would deliberately tease her, saying, "You're not my wife, why do you always interfere?" This would make her blush and pretend to be angry, saying, "It was Mother who told me to take good care of your dog before she passed away." Finally, after I bowed and scraped, she smiled through her tears. From then on, my relationship with my eldest sister deepened even further. My
second sister had a rather strong and independent personality since childhood, with her own way of living and coping. I often saw her visiting classmates in the east village and friends in the west village, never lonely. One day, I saw her return with swollen cheeks and bruises on her hands and feet. When we asked her, she wouldn't say a word. My eldest sister and I knew my second sister's personality; she would tell you when she wanted to, otherwise, no matter how much we pressed her, it would be in vain. She wouldn't tell you.
After my second sister discovered me sleeping with my eldest sister that night, I went to bed and fell asleep immediately for a long time. One night, the three of us siblings were watching TV and chatting about funny things that happened at school. But a news report terrified my two older sisters. Apparently, a death row inmate had escaped from prison and was wandering around, with police unable to catch him despite a large-scale manhunt. Police analysis of his escape route indicated that our village and several neighboring villages could be his hiding places or places of refuge. Besides making sure I locked the doors and windows and repeatedly checking them, my two older sisters went to bed early and, unusually, left the lights on full blast. I positioned myself between them to keep watch and protect them. Several days passed without incident, and their guard down, so the lights were turned off as usual. But after I lay down, I felt my eldest sister trembling all over. She leaned against me and whispered in my ear, "Doggy, I'm scared!"
I naturally put my arm around her waist, telling her not to be afraid, I was there for her. This was the first time we'd been seen together since my second sister caught us two weeks ago. My older sister nestled her head in my chest, comfortably pulling me back, as if I were her only support. Even if I were a reincarnation of Liu Xiahui, I couldn't control myself at that moment. My unruly little brother swelled up as if inflated, pressing against my older sister's body. My older sister was puzzled and reached out to touch it, finding her throbbing erection. She froze, then suddenly cried out and hurriedly let go!
Her face was obscured by the darkness, but from the heat of her face against my chest and her heavy breathing, one could tell how frightened she was. At that moment, I gently pressed my lips to her face and whispered, "Sister, I love you." She obediently replied, "Doggy! I've loved you since I was little." As my lips lightly touched her cherry lips, I whispered, "Sister, I want you!"
My older sister trembled and cried, "But Gouzi! We're siblings!" I whispered, "I don't care, I just love you." Perhaps thinking of how her body and reputation had been ruined by that hateful uncle, and how she would never be able to marry again, tears streamed down her face. I hugged her tightly, licking away the tears on her face, tasting their saltiness. Slowly, I pressed my lips to hers, my tongue parting her tightly closed lips and swirling deep inside her mouth. Soon, her tongue began to respond clumsily, our tongues intertwining like our bodies. My hands began to roam over her beautiful body, each touch causing a tremor. It was clear my older sister was incredibly sensitive. Reaching her full breasts, I excitedly gripped them tightly, and in return, her body... She kept writhing, and as I gently pinched her small nipples with my fingertips, her nipples swelled and hardened. My older sister couldn't help but moan softly. I would gently lick her nipples, sometimes lightly biting and pulling them. She had never seen anything like this before, and she cried softly. She wasn't truly heartbroken; she simply couldn't bear the stimulation of my caresses. When her uncle brutally raped her, she only felt humiliation and heartache, nothing like this. In the end, she experienced some pleasure from the intense physical stimulation, but her feelings were mostly shame and sadness. I then explored her private parts, finding her legs tightly closed. I first combed her long, curly pubic hair with my fingers, whispering in her ear, "Love is without reservation." She slowly opened her legs and said, "I'm so ashamed!"
As I probed, her juices flowed continuously from her opening. I whispered in her ear, "Sister, you're leaking so much juice!"
She said in a soft voice, "It's your fault!" "It's your fault! You still dare to say that?" I flipped her over again, kissing her secret place and licking her clitoris incessantly. Soon, she bit down hard on the corner of the pillow, kicking her legs as she climaxed, her sharp nails digging into my buttocks.
I embraced her again and kissed her deeply. She slumped in my arms as if her bones had been removed, softly saying, "Doggy! From now on, I will only love you for the rest of my life." Hearing her tender, gentle words like a young wife, I was moved and said I would cherish and protect her for the rest of my life. When she came to her senses, I took her boneless little hand and guided it to my penis. This time, she was no longer as helpless as before, grasping it lightly or firmly, stroking it up and down, causing it to swell and throb like an inflating balloon. She whispered, "Doggy! You've really grown up," and looked at it intently from all sides. Unfortunately, it was too dark. I asked her to open her mouth, and she asked in a strange voice, "What?"
At that moment, I didn't say a word, but simply pushed it into her cherry-like mouth, and before she could spit it out, I thrust it deep into her throat, causing her to gag repeatedly, but unable to vomit anything. Her face turned red, and tears were about to stream down her face. Seeing her distress, I couldn't bear it and pulled my big penis out. After she caught her breath, I gently scolded, "You dog! How could you put that filthy thing in my mouth?" But with my gentle encouragement, she obediently took my penis into her mouth again. After a few times, she gradually got the hang of it, taking it deep into her mouth, her lips and tongue lightly licking the glans, and occasionally gently biting the shaft with her teeth. It really made me feel so comfortable. No wonder she's a top student at school!
My hands were busy, sometimes squeezing and kneading her breasts, sometimes pressing down hard, making my older sister cry out in pain softly, sometimes frowning and unable to speak clearly, her expression as if she was about to collapse. I pulled my big penis out of her mouth and slowly inserted it into her tightly closed vagina, the path winding and turning, slowly penetrating deep into her vagina amidst her soft cries. Although she had been brutally raped twice by her uncle, she was still so tight that she cried out in pain frequently. Finally, my penis was fully inserted, but I only held her gently and didn't move for a while. My older sister breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Doggy! I'm really yours now." Seeing that I wasn't seeking stimulation for myself and was considerately letting her rest, she happily said these words.
After she got used to the stinging pain, I gradually increased my speed and began to ride her. My older sister's body twisted and turned with my thrusts, her mouth uttering soft moans and lewd words, which became more intense as my movements quickened. After four or five hundred thrusts, she trembled all over and cried out. Her vagina kept trembling and sucking at my glans, her fingernails digging deeply into my vest, making it difficult for me to thrust, and my vest ached terribly. After repeating this several times, she finally couldn't help but say: "Dog! I really can't take it anymore." Seeing that she was unable to bear it any longer, I couldn't bear it and withdrew my penis. Later, I had to trouble her to use her hands and mouth to flatten my large penis. Finally, her sweat-drenched head and neck leaned into my arms and said in a soft voice, "Dog! I'm going to be fucked to death by you! I can't handle you by myself." I thought to myself, "You still have one hole that hasn't come to help yet!"
Of course, I had to keep quiet about this at this time.
In the days that followed, I was the obedient younger brother to my sisters by day, and the son-in-law of my eldest sister by night. She was always at my mercy, crying out in pain as I fucked her. She was not yet eighteen that year.
[The End]

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