Siblings stealing fragrance

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It was another Sunday. Mom said to me, "Dali, if you have nothing to do, hurry up and tidy up the storage room. It's too messy there; you can't even get in." I said, "Okay, I'll go right away." I hurried towards the storage room. I knew she would scold me if I didn't go soon.

My younger brother suddenly said, "I'll go with my older sister too."

I quickly said, "You don't need to go. I can manage by myself. Don't come with me; you'll get in the way."

Mom also said, "It's very dirty in there, covered in dust, and there are big rats. Besides, you don't know how to do anything. Let your older sister go alone.

" My younger brother said, "No, I want to go!"

Before Mom could agree, he followed me to the storage room. I knew what he meant; I thought he must be feeling lustful again. I started to feel uneasy. An ominous premonition rose in my mind. I knew today was dangerous.

Upon reaching the storeroom, my younger brother turned and closed the dilapidated door. He walked to my side and said mysteriously, "Big sister, let me tell you a secret. The other day, you and Dad went to Auntie's in the city and didn't come back that night. Mom slept with me in her arms. She held me very tightly, her body pressed close to mine. Although Mom is very thin and doesn't have breasts, she is still a woman. She was so close to me, with only a vest between us, that I got aroused, and my penis got hard. In the middle of the night, she fell asleep.

I secretly touched her breasts and her vagina.

Actually, Mom does have breasts, but they are small and shriveled, like a deflated balloon, really weak. I touched her vagina, which was also loose and slippery. I immediately stuck my fingers inside. I put two fingers in. Mom's vagina was sticky, wet, warm, and smelly, with a slightly fishy odor."

As I touched her, my penis became very hard. I wanted to climb on top of her and penetrate her. My heart pounded with fear as I cautiously began to climb onto her. Once I was on top, I slipped my penis under the leg of my mother's pants. As I slowly guided my penis towards her vagina, she suddenly woke up, opened her eyes, and asked,

"What are you doing?"

I quickly rolled to the side, pretending to be groggy, and said, "I don't know what happened. I was probably 'sleepy' and had a dream. I dreamt of a big, beautiful horse, and I climbed on top of her, wanting to ride it. But the horse stumbled, and I was thrown off, and it hurt so much!"

Mom mumbled sleepily, "Go to sleep, it's the middle of the night, what are you doing riding a horse like that..." Hearing my brother's outrageous words, I glared at him and said, "You're such a bastard! How could you sleep with your own mother? That's like being an animal! You have no humanity at all, and you still have the nerve to say that? Don't you know shame?"

My brother said, "Yeah, I shouldn't have slept with my own mother. Afterwards, I immediately regretted it. I think I'll find a chance to sleep with my sister. My sister's big breasts and big butt are so much better than Mom's and Aunt's, it's like heaven and earth, don't you think, sister?" He suddenly lunged at me to hug me, and I quickly braced myself against his chest, saying, "Wait, you just said my sister's body is much better than Mom's and Aunt's. Does that mean you've even touched Aunt's?"

My brother blushed and then said, "Don't even mention it." My aunt was even thinner than my mother. She had no breasts at all; her chest was flat like an airport runway. She had very little flesh on her thighs, and her legs could never close properly; you could fit a fist between them. But my aunt was much more alert than my mother; she woke up at the slightest touch.

I never expected my younger brother to be so bold. No wonder there's an idiom, "lustful to the extreme." I said to him, "You're such a slut. You want to sleep with women of all ages. If you can't hold back, I'll ask Mom to find you a wife so you can sleep with her eight times a day." My brother

said, "Distant water can't quench immediate thirst. I can't wait. I want to do it now. But I don't want to sleep with just any woman. I only want to sleep with you. I only want to sleep with you. Good sister, let me do it one more time. Killing someone is killing someone, saving someone is saving someone. You should be a good person to the end."

He suddenly hugged me tightly, pressing his chest against my breasts and kissing my mouth frantically. His hands quickly slipped inside my clothes to grope my breasts. He pushed me against a pile of burlap sacks in the corner and began tearing at my belt. I didn't dare scream, afraid of disturbing my mother. I wanted to refuse, but I had no strength. I knew my place in this family; if I screamed and alerted my mother, it would be troublesome.

My brother might turn on me, and I knew his true nature—ruthless and untrustworthy.

Besides, my parents were already unkind to me; if I offended my brother now, I wouldn't be able to survive in this house. I might be kicked out, and I'd be homeless.

Now, all I could do was endure, endure, and take it one day at a time. I didn't know what the future held; I'd just have to take it one step at a time. Anyway, my brother has already slept with me, so I'm no longer a virgin. What difference does one more time make? Besides, a woman's private parts aren't anything to be cherished. One time or a hundred times is the same; it won't be damaged or missing anything. If men like it, let them have their way, as long as I don't get pregnant.

Seeing that I didn't resist, my brother hurriedly unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down to my thighs. He then lifted my clothes, exposing my breasts. He also pulled his pants down to his thighs. I had no choice but to lean my buttocks against a sack full of soybeans, leaning back with my legs spread wide. I felt like I had bowlegs because my pants were still gathered at my ankles. My brother's penis was about to burst. He picked up that thing and tried to insert it into my vagina, but it wouldn't go in after a few tries. So he spread my labia, and I instinctively spread my legs wider to give him a better angle. Then he finally managed to insert his penis into my vagina. To be honest, even though he's ugly, the moment it went in, I felt incredibly good. I couldn't help but let out a soft "ah," and I arched my back, instinctively hugging his body. He held my buttocks tightly with both hands, his mouth constantly kissing mine, and his penis began to thrust in and out of my vagina. I instinctively cooperated with him.

I lay beneath him, letting him do as he pleased. I stared at his face; he was already ugly, but now, with that excited and lewd look, he looked even uglier, almost ferocious. My mind was a mess, and I felt a strange mix of emotions—good, bad, happy, or painful. I couldn't tell. My body quickly became numb and limp.

While he was having sex with me, he kept saying, "Big sister, you have such a great body, your breasts are so big, your pussy is so plump. The more flesh a woman has in her pussy, the more comfortable it is for us men to fuck her. Really, big sister, I really want to fuck you. Really, when I put my dick in your pussy, it feels so good, it's indescribable! Ah... ah..." He continued, "Fucking you is better than eating anything, better than playing anything, I don't care about anything else. I don't want anything else, I just want you, ah... ah... good big sister, I just love fucking you! In the future, I'll talk to my parents and marry you. That way I can fuck you every day. You're prettier than all the girls in our village. You're sexier than those girls in the videos." ... I coldly said, "Forget it, there's no way it's possible for us to be together. I can't marry you, and your parents won't let you marry me. We're practically 'running sluts' now, it's illegal sex. Don't say anything more now." After this one round, who knows what will happen next?

My brother's penis kept thrusting in and out of my vagina, getting thicker and harder. He murmured, "I'm not lying, sister, don't worry, I'm going to marry you. I don't want any other girls. I just love fucking you, your little pussy is so tight. I'll never fuck anyone else in my life." He said this with even more force. I knew he was really into me at that moment, so he had to say sweet words. I knew he wasn't saying it, but his passionate emotions still infected me. Plus, with his rambling, my desire gradually increased. I slowly wrapped my arms around his buttocks, letting his penis penetrate deeper. We were already enjoying this youthful, naive sex.

Suddenly, he mischievously pulled his penis out, held it in his hand, and stared at me. At that moment, I felt incredibly empty inside, unbearably itchy. Looking at his hard, sticky, shiny thing, I almost pleaded. I said softly, "Hurry up, little brother, stop being naughty, just put it in already. My lower part is so uncomfortable..." My little brother grinned lewdly, he squeezed his wet, sticky cock, aimed it at my little hole, and thrust it in hard again. This time it felt so good, "slip" all the way in. It felt so good, I was in ecstasy at that moment. I held his buttocks tightly, afraid he would pull out again.

Don't underestimate my little brother because of his young age, he's quite skilled. Sometimes he's gentle, sometimes he's heavy, sometimes he's deep, sometimes he's shallow, making me moan incessantly. My body was writhing like a worm, waves of fluid, waves of spasms, I felt like I was burning up and dying several times.

Accompanied by a very special kind of pleasure, I was incredibly excited, I couldn't control myself, and I even started talking to myself: "Ah... ah... little brother. Little brother, look there, I'm coming, I'm coming again." It came in a flash.

My little brother asked: "What did you say, 'coming'?"

I said, "I guess it's an climax, but it's a feeling, a special, unprecedented feeling of happiness. It's come several times already, and I really can't take it anymore. This feeling is both blissful and painful. I feel like I'm going to die."

My brother said, "Big sister, you can't die! If you die, who will I fuck?"

I said, "Okay, stop talking. I won't die."

My brother got even more excited and fucked me even more violently. His penis thrust into my vagina again and again, his penis thrusting upwards desperately, like an iron plow trying to pry open the earth. My body was being fucked so hard that it bounced up and down on the sack. I felt my breasts swaying heavily on my chest.

Suddenly he stopped and said to me, "Big sister, I've seen videos where men fuck women from behind a lot. Turn over, lie face down on the sack, and stick your beautiful big ass up so I can fuck you from behind too. Let's both experience that foreign feeling."

His idea piqued my curiosity, so I obediently rolled over, lay face down on the sack, and stuck my butt out. My younger brother spread my buttocks apart with his hands and started kissing my butt crack. His tongue licked incessantly from inside to outside the crack, licking every part of my buttocks. It made me incredibly itchy and my body writh uncontrollably. I asked my younger brother, "People in the village say my butt is too big, it must be ugly, right?"

My younger brother said, "Normally, your butt looks a bit ugly when it makes your pants bulge, but now that you've taken your pants off and it's all exposed, it looks really good. It's big, beautiful, white and shiny, and glistening. Actually, the bigger a woman's butt, the more men like it. I've never seen such a beautiful butt before, it's like two big balls. Your butt is prettier than my mother's and my aunt's." "Your ass is prettier than those foreign girls' asses in the videos," he said. "I've secretly seen and even touched Mom's and Aunt's asses. They're so flat and pointed, all bony, really ugly. They look like old ladies' asses. Neither of them is as pretty as yours. Really, a man who sleeps with asses like theirs is unlucky, he'll never have sexual happiness. If I slept with you and then had to sleep with either of them, I wouldn't feel any aroused."

He continued, "Ever since I peeked at you peeing and discovered your big ass, I haven't slept well for several nights. I keep dreaming about fucking you. I'm trying so hard to penetrate you, but I can't get in. I wake up and realize I've stuck my penis into the blanket. I ejaculated all my semen onto my own blanket, soaking it completely."

My younger brother pressed his face tightly against my buttocks and began licking my genitals with his tongue. I never imagined that a man's tongue could feel so good on a woman. His tongue was soft and fleshy. When his tongue touched my labia and clitoris, I couldn't take it anymore, and my body convulsed.

I started sweating, and my genitals were overflowing with fluid, soaking the sack. My brother said, "Your big buttocks are so vivid, so prominent, I can't take it anymore." My penis was rock hard, about to explode, and I had to go in.

I said, "Then go ahead!"

I arched my already large buttocks even higher, and my brother spread my buttocks apart with both hands, aimed his penis at my vaginal opening, and with a forceful thrust, he plunged in with a whoosh, completely submerged, reaching the very core.

My whole body went numb as if electrocuted. I can't describe the feeling. I felt my large buttocks were pushing my brother's deeply inserted penis out again, so I tried desperately to arch my back. He thrust in harder, gripping my hips tightly and pumping in and out. His hands were digging painfully into my hips. He was

incredibly strong; the muscles at the base of his penis slammed against my buttocks, and his testicles pounded against my inner thighs, making a "smack, smack" sound. Hearing this sound excited me even more, and I kept arching my buttocks to sit closer to him. He thrust and pumped rapidly and forcefully, faster and faster, more and more violently, more and more wildly. He was almost insane. It felt like he was flattening my large buttocks again and again, only to have them swell up again and then flatten them again.

He kept muttering: "Ah, my good sister, ah, my dear big ass, I'm so happy, white, full, plump, soft, I want to fuck it ten times after one time, any man who has the luck to fuck my sister's big ass once, I wouldn't even take a high-ranking official position." Ah, ah, ooh, ooh. As he muttered, he increased his speed, faster and faster, more and more violent, almost frantic. He suddenly shouted loudly: "Ah... sister, my good sister, your big ass is so good, I'll fuck you to death, fuck you to death, fuck you to death, fuck you to death... ah. Ah, my sister, my god, my heavens, my earth, I'm going to die. I don't want to live anymore. Ah!"

He shouted loudly for a while, then hugged my ass tightly and didn't move. His penis was throbbing and swelling inside my vagina, and hot semen kept flowing into my vaginal canal, the hot semen felt like it was cooking my uterus. His penis was swollen, my vagina was contracting—what a feeling! It was so good, so wonderful, so blissful.

I took a deep breath, moaning softly, feeling that this was the most beautiful moment of my life. At that moment, I forgot everything. I forgot my suffering life, and this brief sexual bliss masked all my misfortunes. Maybe I was too young, too inexperienced, and didn't know what could be happier than this. So I mistook this shameful, dishonorable, and discordant act for happiness.

My brother lay still on my back. I looked back and saw him secretly laughing. I whispered, " You'll

behave once you get that little thing out, won't you? You're comfortable now, you're enjoying it, aren't you? Go ahead

and do it, I want more. If you're so capable, do it again. What are you going to do?" As I said this, I deliberately raised my buttocks a few times. My brother said, "Big sister, don't move. When you move your buttocks now, my penis feels sore and itchy, it's not comfortable at all." I can't take it anymore. I can't take it anymore. I'm out of energy, I can't do it anymore, let's do it next time.

I said: It's not like anyone wants you to do it, there won't be a next time. Anyway, you've already ejaculated, so get off now.

My brother said, "Just let me lie on your ass a little longer. Who knows, my dick might get hard again, and we can do it again." "Ooh...ooh...that feels so good."

Hearing his "oohs," I suddenly remembered something and hurriedly said, "Quick, get up! Get up! You screamed so loudly when you ejaculated, Mom must have heard you. She'll come to the shed to see what happened right away. We need to put our pants on quickly!"

My brother swiftly pulled his penis out of my vagina and frantically started putting on his pants and fastening his belt.

But it was too late. The shed door was already open, and Mom was standing there angrily. My mind went blank.

I regretted forgetting everything when my brother and I were having sex. I guess Mom arrived just in time because she heard my brother's screams. I think Mom had already seen our crazy, ugly state of being intertwined. I think if she hadn't been afraid of scaring my brother, she would have already rushed over and torn me apart. At that moment, I was terrified and didn't know what to do, frantically pulling up my pants. My brother made a face and slipped away from Mom, running away.

Before I could even pull my pants up, Mom pounced on me like a madwoman, grabbing my hair from behind and pulling my neck backward like she was killing a chicken, making it hard for me to breathe. I think if she had a knife in her hand at that moment, she would have definitely cut my neck.

Mom used one hand to pull my hair, then swung her other arm and slapped me across the face several times. She was really ruthless; I was immediately dizzy and disoriented, and I could feel a burning pain on my face. I struggled to break free from her grasp, but then felt a stinging pain on my scalp. Strange, she hadn't hit my head, so why was I experiencing this inexplicable tingling? I turned to look at her hand and saw she was clutching a thick strand of hair—my hair! She had pulled out a lot of my hair. The strand was still in her hand.

I covered my face with one hand and rubbed my aching scalp with the other, but my pants weren't on yet, and my buttocks were still exposed. I looked utterly pathetic.

My mother looked down and saw my buttocks, then lifted her leg and kicked me hard. As she kicked, she yelled, "I'll kick you to death! I'll kick you to death! See if you dare seduce my son again! See if you seduce my son again! You little adulterous wife, you filthy bitch, you vixen, you little slut!" She continued yelling, "Don't you know he's still a child?" "He's only seventeen! How could you seduce him into doing something like this? If you harm his body, affect his normal development, hinder his growth, or affect his future marriage and children, I'll skin you alive! I'll pull out your tendons!"

I was filled with grievance and wanted to cry, but I knew crying was useless. With my mother's cruel and vicious nature, even if I died, she wouldn't sympathize with me. Rather than endure it, I'd fight back—that's my nature. Anyway, I'm often beaten, so I'm not afraid anymore. Thinking this, I suddenly stood up, pulled up my pants, and angrily said while fastening my belt: "I didn't seduce him! It wasn't my idea! Your son forced me! Let your son tell you the truth! Did I ask him to come and help me clean the warehouse, or did he come on his own? He can't do anything, so why did he come into the warehouse with me? Don't you, as his mother, know what his purpose is? You should have stopped him then!

Ask your son again: who laid hands on me first? Who pulled down my pants?" If you all continue to bully me like this, I'll go to the police station and report him as a rapist. There's still his semen stuck in my vagina, it's all sticky and messy. The police won't side with you; they know how to protect women and children. They'll put your son in jail. Your son is an adult now. He's old enough to be sentenced. If he's sentenced, his life is over, and you two can just stay home and cry.

Hearing this, my mother was stunned. She knew I wasn't just sharp-tongued and always argued logically, and that I was very stubborn. I was also very brave, but she never expected me to suddenly become so fierce. She was afraid of nothing. She was amazed.

Seeing my mother helpless, I felt a sense of victory. I knew I was maturing and daring to fight back.

I continued, "Okay, let's leave it at that. I won't let your son touch me again. You keep an eye on him, don't let him get all horny like a male dog."

If this gets out, it'll be bad for everyone. Your son will never find a wife, and the Ma family will have no descendants! I don't care. If I can't find a husband, I'll find an old man. I refuse to believe no one will want me. These days, there are leftover men, not leftover women.

I say what I mean, and I do what I say. I've had enough of your bullying over the years. I can't stand being humiliated by two generations of you. After saying that, I turned and left. After all these years, I finally got my revenge. I feel much better now.

[The End]

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