My dear brother

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I'm not particularly pretty; I'd say I'm pretty, with a slightly chubby face. Because I don't pay much attention to

my appearance, compared to the girls at school who spend half an hour getting ready before going out, I'm much less attractive

(not that I'm unattractive, just that I don't like dressing up).

Perhaps because I was exposed to too much pornography growing up, my values seem to be severely skewed.

The culprit is my older brother, who's six years older than me. From a young age, he always hugged and cuddled me; he even took my first kiss and

wet kiss from me in kindergarten—it's so embarrassing to think about now.

When my parents went out as children, unless it was winter, my brother would sit naked in the living room playing on the computer.

Eventually , I started imitating him, sitting naked next to him watching TV. He would often

rub his genitals while playing on the computer, and as a child, I didn't understand what he was doing; I just kept watching TV until

I heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs at my parents' house, then I'd quickly put on my clothes.

Sometimes, when I couldn't find anything to watch, I'd go with him to watch movies—looking back now, those were practically

pornographic films.

I rarely wore underwear because my breasts didn't develop enough to require one until college.

As for underpants, I followed my brother's example; seeing him not wear them as a child, I started doing the same, only

taking them out when wearing a skirt.

Now I understand that my values were fundamentally flawed from a young age. I started to understand a little more in sixth grade. Although I knew my brother

's behavior was inappropriate, my father's affair was exposed, and he was constantly arguing with my mother, completely

oblivious to his daughters' problems. Sometimes, when my father tried to hit my mother, my brother would intervene.

Initially, my father would try to gain our approval and try to improve our relationship, but it always ended in

arguments between my brother and father, sometimes even resulting in physical altercations.

I don't know the details, but I at least know that

my father always abandoned the three of us, disappearing without a trace (my parents ran a buffet), leaving

us unable to find him.

It was from that time that I understood women cannot rely on men; the only person you can truly trust is yourself.

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...

After junior high, my body started to develop noticeably, and my older brother began to grope me. Before, when my parents were still alive , it was alright; he would at most take advantage of opportunities to grope me or hug and cuddle me when they were out. Now, my dad has left, and my mom is often away. It's the height of summer, and I was sitting on my bed reading a novel when my brother suddenly came and sat down next to me. Because of the heat, he was completely naked, and I wasn't much better off , wearing only baggy pants (his). I glanced at him and continued reading, knowing he was up to something lewd again, but I ignored him as long as he did n't bother me. Unexpectedly, he suddenly leaned over and kissed my cheek, leaving a trail of saliva. Then, as I raised my hand to wipe it, he grabbed my right hand and kissed it, licking my mouth with his tongue. I was stunned for a moment before pushing him away. Damn, I didn't expect him to be so bold this time. And because he didn't like brushing his teeth when he was little, he has a mouthful of yellow teeth and cavities that he can't whiten even with brushing, and he also has bad breath. He continued sitting close to me with a smug smile, his left hand across my shoulder massaging my left breast, while his right hand reached down to gently tease my clitoris. I rolled my eyes at him and didn't say anything. After a while, he moved behind me, embracing me, his hands gently massaging my breasts, his chin resting on my shoulder as we read a light novel. Soon after, I lay down, quietly enjoying his massage. Seeing that I was aroused, he slipped his right hand down into his pants and massaged my nipples, licking my neck and shoulders with his tongue. A tingling sensation kept washing over me, and the electric shock below continued to jog me, making me involuntarily bite my hand and moan through my nose. "Your nipples are very sensitive, it feels good to touch them here, doesn't it?" he whispered teasingly in my ear. The sensation grew stronger and stronger, and suddenly I felt a burning heat in my lower abdomen! I couldn't take it anymore! After a shudder, I went limp in his arms. He pulled me down and lay down face to face with me, pulling my right hand to help him masturbate while his foul mouth pressed against my fragrant lips. I tried to struggle, but his other hand was behind my head, pinning me down and rendering me immobile. Unable to resist, I could only let him do as he pleased. His tongue greedily licked my saliva and gums, intertwining with mine. I began to get used to the taste of his mouth and gradually became addicted to the intertwining of our tongues, as if we had become one through the exchange of saliva. After a while, he noticeably increased the speed of his right hand, and his previously gentle mouth began to suck forcefully, as if trying to suck out the air from my body. He only released me when I was almost out of breath, and before I could even catch my breath, his hand suddenly shoved something into my mouth . Before I could react, I choked and coughed uncontrollably.

=皿= He actually used his hand to put his semen into my mouth! I wanted to spit it out, but seeing his

excited expression, I had a plan. I brought my lips to his again, and seeing his

pained expression as if he had just swallowed his own semen, I felt a surge of pleasure.
My brother never asked me to perform oral sex, only because I once... ... Keep reading and you'll see.

I don't know how houses in Taiwan are built. The doors of those old-style apartments always open in unexpected

places

. There's a path next to my house that's neither an alley nor a lane

(it's called a lane but it's not)

located between two apartment buildings, connecting two alleys, about three meters wide. The alley was 4 meters long

, with tall apartments on both sides, making it dark and gloomy during the day. At night, the only light

coming from the streetlights on either side was the streetlights. Some people parked their motorcycles along the side of the alley, front and back, the whole length. There were some doors on the other side, but I didn't know what was

inside.

When I was little, my cousins and I used to play on all sorts of shortcuts and alleyways. After starting elementary school, we

often used those shortcuts to speed up our walks and buses. Little did I

know that this behavior would almost lead to me being raped when I was in fifth grade

—

that day, after returning books to the library, I was getting ready to go home empty-handed except for my keys. As usual, I weaved through the alleyways, wearing a necklace around my neck, just to save five minutes of walking. I was almost there; just

two more minutes through here and I'd be home. The alleyway was dark and gloomy. A middle-aged, overweight man was sitting on a motorcycle smoking. I frowned and tried to hurry past him, but after I passed him, he suddenly covered my mouth from behind and pulled me into a half-open iron gate. As soon as he let go, I opened my mouth to scream, but he immediately punched me in the stomach. I went limp on , too painful to make a sound. Tears streamed down my face. "Quiet down, brat! If you scream again, I'll hit you again!" He lifted me up with one hand and groped other, tearing my clothes to shreds. But my little 5's figure wasn't developed at all; her breasts were probably even smaller than his. After a while, he seemed to get angry and embarrassed. He pinched my nipples hard with one hand and pulled them up and down, while lifting my skirt with the other and digging into my genitals with his The tearing pain in my genitals made me scream and cry. Immediately, I was punched in the stomach. My body was in so much pain that I couldn't make a sound. I could only endure the intense pain, my throat emitting almost inaudible moans. He pulled down his pants and held his huge penis in front of me: "Lick it. If you hurt me, I'll shove it into your asshole ." After saying that, he pointed to the steel bar on the ground next to him . Looking at that huge thing that smelled of blood, I was so scared that I kept shaking my head and crying, but the uncle just grabbed my hair and pulled it! He pinched my nose and immediately shoved his huge penis into my mouth, letting him thrust in and out. He thrust in and out very hard! I vomited, and he immediately shoved it back in! Each thrust hit my throat, and I felt terrible, vomiting several times… … I forced myself to calm down and looked around, hoping to find a chance to escape. This seemed to be the shop's storeroom , with all sorts of odds and ends piled up around me. The exit was behind me; the door wasn't fully closed, just leaning against the wall, but there was a lot of noise. It was very noisy; even if I shouted, people outside probably wouldn't understand what I was yelling about. Then I saw something hanging on the wall further in. Upon closer inspection, I realized it was a young girl, her neck covered in collars. Her hands and feet were handcuffed and shackled… … Seeing this, my heart sank . I don't want this!!! I'm only 18!!! I don't want to live like this forever!!! I still had so many things I wanted to do. The tears that had slightly stopped started flowing again. The older man didn't seem to notice my condition, or perhaps he did, but because his climax was approaching, he ignored it . He increased the speed of his thrusts. My throat felt like it was on fire, and I kept gagging, but it was blocked. When he forcefully thrust his penis into my throat... a way to escape suddenly flashed into my mind... Although it was dangerous , the success rate was high. A man's body also weakens slightly during orgasm; if I could prevent him from getting up and chasing me... I should be able to rush out directly. Feeling his penis begin to tremble, I forcefully suppressed the gagging... I bit down hard, and the man screamed as he shoved my head. Using the force, I pulled back hard, and he . I scrambled towards the door, and when I opened it, I didn't dare look back. I knew from the sound that he was rushing over. The heavy footsteps faded into the distance, and I didn't dare linger. I didn't stop until I reached the room, where I collapsed to the floor, coughing uncontrollably. My brother noticed something wrong and was shocked to see the broken object I had vomited on the floor. He comforted me, and I tearfully recounted what had happened. At his suggestion, I went to the bathroom for a bath. As I soaked in the hot water and calmed down, I felt a wave of fear wash over me. What if I had been caught? I couldn't even imagine the consequences if the door hadn't been opened. I was secretly relieved that the other person was in a hurry and started groping me as soon as he entered. If he had pulled me inside, I would have been in real trouble. After thinking for a while, I decided to call the police. The broken object was irrefutable evidence that the other person couldn't deny. But then my brother rushed into the bathroom carrying a girl. Upon closer inspection, it was the girl who had been hanging on the wall! The girl was naked and covered in various injuries, mostly concentrated on her chest and genitals. My brother and I helped clean the girl's injuries. Two metal clamps were deeply embedded in her breasts, and pins were tied around her nipples. There were burn marks on her nipples from cigarette butts, and the two nipples were strung together with a thin iron rod. The nameplate on the wall read "Liu Yanling," which must have been her name.

The groin area was clamped from bottom to top with a large metal clamp, making it look like a U-shaped thong covering the genitals from a distance.

We first removed the clamp from the groin. My brother was in charge of disassembling it, while I used the showerhead to help clean the wound with water.

It seemed to be because it was frequently pulled out, although there was some blood and flesh, it was easy to remove. The area where the

genitals was completely covered with thumbtacks, only the area around the vagina was unharmed, probably to avoid accidentally injuring the penis. The disassembly process went smoothly. The girl didn't say a word the whole time, only instructing her brother on how to remove it and where to open it if

there were any missing parts.

Thankfully, she occasionally showed signs of pain while the wound was being cleaned, otherwise she would have been completely disfigured

.

At Ling's request, we didn't report it to the police for the time being.

Three days later, a horrific fire burned down the brothel, from the front shop to the back alley. The people inside were suspected of arson and fled, their whereabouts

unknown . No bodies were found inside

. It turned out that Ling's father was a subordinate of a local underworld boss, and the one who kidnapped and imprisoned her was

another subordinate who had a grudge against her father

. I heard that the missing one was eventually disposed of privately by the gang and sunk at the Dadaocheng Wharf.

My brother also said that he found out about the other party that day. Seriously injured, so I grabbed a baseball bat and a stun gun to see if I could

catch

Renren. I didn't catch him; he probably went to the hospital. I did bring Lingjie, who's in the same grade as him.

I learned from my older brother that Lingjie used to be quite optimistic and cheerful, a popular figure at school. Being tied up for a week

not only traumatized her, but also caused her to lose her uterus and become infertile. Her boyfriend, looking disfigured, soon fell for

someone else. I was a little worried that she might do something rash… but I know that worry was unnecessary…

The brothel has now become Lingjie's study; the shop is still in front, but the warehouse… That area had been renovated into

a room, filled with anime and manga items. My brother and I were given the keys, and we could move some anime there.

My brother and I were happy we didn't have to pay for rent anymore, and we spent our free time there, only going home at night. As for the broken

item… Ling-jie cleaned it up and put it upright on the TV, saying that since she didn't have a chance to use tissues to leave

any bloodstains , she'd keep this as a souvenir. At this point… I thought Ling-jie had become an otaku… well… if she and my brother didn't squeeze me in the middle and grope me

while I was watching anime…

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