Sisters at Sacred Heart Business School were repeatedly raped

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The repeated rapes of my older sister at Sacred Heart Business School
happened a long time ago; I'm writing this to ease the knot in my heart. Back then…

'Ding-dong~ Ding-dong~'

I reluctantly arrived at my neighbor's door and rang the doorbell.

While showering, I accidentally dropped my spare bra on the floor. Although I picked it up immediately, the floor was wet from the shower, and both bras were soaked and unwearable.

I remembered there was another bra on the clothesline outside the window, which I'd hung out to dry a couple of days ago; it should be dry by now.

Unfortunately, it's been windy all day, and the bra probably wasn't clipped properly, blowing onto my neighbor's clothesline.

Our living room windows face each other. Initially, I unintentionally glimpsed the man in my neighbor's house; he looked to be in his early twenties and quite handsome. So, whenever I was bored, I would peek into his house from behind the curtains.

After a few days, I realized he wasn't a good person.

From my window, I could see the television screen in his living room and the sofa opposite it. Once, I saw a scene from a pornographic DVD on the screen: two naked, fleshy creatures intertwined.

Even more disgusting, he was naked from the waist down, sitting on the sofa, watching the DVD while masturbating.

Although this was inappropriate for children, I was in the throes of puberty, curious about men and sex, so I was deeply attracted.

Pornographic DVDs were often sold in the shops downstairs from my apartment, which had always piqued my curiosity, but I had never dared to buy them. Now I could watch them for free—wasn't that wonderful?

But I quickly became disappointed. Because of the distance, I couldn't see the content of the television screen clearly. Although I saw one person on top of another, moving their bodies, I couldn't tell which was the man and which was the woman.

After watching for a while, I lost interest and shifted my attention to the man's masturbation.

Although I was only thirteen, I had already developed and had several months of masturbation experience. I forgot when and how I did it for the first time, only that I initially just put half of my pinky finger into my private parts and gently made in-and-out movements until I reached orgasm.

Later, after learning a little about male anatomy, I began to wonder: men don't have vaginas, but instead have a lollipop-like sex organ, which you can imagine with your buttocks, concave and convex. When men have sex with women, they must put that thing into the woman's vagina, but how do they masturbate?

That time I finally saw it: it turns out they hold their penis in their palms and then keep stroking it back and forth, which seems to be similar to our in-and-out masturbation method.

I was mesmerized at first, and after a while I noticed the size of his penis: although the man was tall and strong, and his palms looked big, he still couldn't completely hold his penis: about an inch or two of it was sticking out.

After a while, his penis began to ejaculate white fluid, shooting out forcefully, some of it landing on the television screen in front of him, but most of it spilling onto the floor.

I felt disgusted and dared not watch any longer. But in the dead of night, I couldn't help but think of this man, of his penis, and when I masturbated, I would fantasize even more about his thing being inside me…

Then I developed a voyeuristic habit: several nights a week, he would brazenly masturbate on the sofa in the living room, and every time I watched, I couldn't help but masturbate before going to sleep, otherwise I couldn't fall asleep.

Although I had spied on him countless times, apart from his appearance, his physique, and his masturbation movements, I knew absolutely nothing about him. I didn't know his name, what he did for a living… I didn't want to have face-to-face contact with him, so I hesitated for a while about whether to go over and retrieve my bra.

Finally, I decided to go anyway, because I thought that for a girl like me who was still developing, if I didn't wear a bra to support the position of my breasts, they might become deformed overnight, and then it would be irreversible.

Also, because I was still developing, including my mind, I didn't realize how dangerous it would be for a young woman and a man to be alone together, especially since I was just a small, vulnerable girl, and the other person was a perverted man…

I rang the doorbell a few times, but there was no response. Just as I was about to turn and leave, the door opened.

'You… little sister, what's the matter?'

'I'm so sorry to bother you, I live next door, I… I have some clothes that were blown onto your clothesline… I wonder if I can retrieve them…'

'Oh, then come in first…' He politely opened the door and let me in.

After I took off my slippers and entered the house, he asked me, 'I just brought the clothes in, I didn't look at them carefully, and then I put them in the drawer in the bedroom. Wait a moment, let me go check.' "

Thank you so much." I said, but in my heart I was thinking: This clothing, so close to my skin, has been touched by a man; I don't know if I should wear it anymore.

After he went into the room, I stood in the living room waiting. The floor was tiled, and stepping on it barefoot felt cold and uncomfortable.

Not only was it cold, but I also felt a wet, slippery sensation under my right foot. I quietly moved my foot away and looked down. There was a thin puddle of water where I had just stepped.

But it wasn't just water; I had felt the sticky liquid when I moved my foot along the floor, and now I could faintly smell a fishy, foul odor, somewhat like the smell of a man's semen…

A wave of nausea rose in my chest, and I almost turned around and ran home to wash my feet.

But thinking that would only make things more awkward, I endured it. I'd already stepped on it; washing it sooner or later wouldn't make much difference.

After a while, he came out with my bra.

He stood in front of me, and just as I was about to thank him, I noticed him staring at my chest.

From his lecherous gaze, I knew something bad was about to happen. I looked down, and sure enough, my white t-shirt revealed two small nipples protruding from the tips of my breasts.

I wasn't wearing anything underneath; the loose t-shirt swayed with my movements, and my nipples were lightly brushed against it. No wonder I had felt so uncomfortable earlier; I had been so careless, unaware that my nipples were erect, and I was being groped by this lecherous man.

"You…" I said, my face burning with anger, covering my chest with my hands.

"Hehe… little sister, please don't misunderstand. Although you said the bra is yours, how do I know you're not lying? So at least I need to check if your size fits this bra, but after looking for a while, I still can't be sure… why don't you lift up your t-shirt, so I can see more clearly…"

What? Lift up my t-shirt? I wasn't wearing anything under my t-shirt. If I lifted it up, wouldn't he see my bare breasts? Even if I were wearing a bra, I wouldn't do this just to get one back. This man is seriously crazy.

I snorted and said, "Fine, don't give it to me then." I turned to leave, but he wouldn't let me see. "If you won't let me see, then you must have stolen someone else's things, so you're feeling guilty."

He said I stole someone else's bra? That's ridiculous. Even though we were in someone else's house, I couldn't help but yell at him, "You pervert! If you keep bothering me, I'm going to scream!"

To my surprise, he showed no fear whatsoever, instead grinning and saying, "I think it's you, you pervert, who's been bothering me all this time. You keep peeping at me while I'm masturbating, and then you come here under some pretext..."

What... he meant... he knew I was peeping at him all along...?

"You've seen my penis so many times, it's not unreasonable for me to want to see your breasts now, is it?" He said, moving closer and closer to me.

I was cornered against the wall, with nowhere left to retreat. I yelled at him, "If you come any closer, I'm really going to scream!"

Seeing my serious attitude, he hesitated for a moment, then laughed and said, "Little sister, don't be so neurotic. I was just joking with you. Who would be interested in a little girl like you who hasn't even grown any hair yet? Do you think I'm a perverted pedophile...?"

As he spoke, he handed me his bra, and only then did I breathe a sigh of relief. Luckily, I scared him off. If he had come back, I wasn't sure I'd have had the courage to shout. If things got out of hand and the neighbors found out I'd been watching a man masturbate, how could I ever face them again? My parents might even beat me to death. I

don't know if I was being overly nervous, but even though his attitude softened, I felt a strange, creepy smile playing on his lips, which sent chills down my spine. So I remained vigilant, afraid he was hiding some scheme or might change his mind.

When I took the bra in my hand, I felt it was wet and sticky. I was stunned for a moment, then realized it was semen. I felt both embarrassed and angry, and my face burned.

Seeing my expression and reaction, his smile deepened. I felt like I'd been tricked.

He was definitely up to no good; no wonder he'd suddenly been so agreeable, willing to give the bra back.

"Hehe... I'm really sorry, I used your bra to masturbate just now... and I accidentally ejaculated on it..."

I almost fainted. This man was even more perverted than I imagined. Although he claimed he wasn't a pedophile, I was certain he was a fetishist. He had touched my bra, and I'd wanted to throw it in the trash long ago, so I could tolerate it being soiled. But now even my hands were stained with this pervert's venom. I was incredibly unlucky.

I angrily threw the bra at him and turned to leave. I really wanted to yell at him, but with someone as shameless as him, yelling wouldn't help. It was better to leave quickly. I didn't want to linger in this filthy place for even a second longer, and I certainly didn't want to spend another second with this man.

But as soon as I turned around, he attacked from behind. Caught off guard, he easily grabbed me from behind. I reacted quickly, realizing I was in danger, and immediately tried to scream, but he was faster. Before I could even cry out, he had already flipped up the hem of my t-shirt and covered my head with it.

"Help..." The sound couldn't get out; I only heard my own low scream. Although a chill ran down my upper body, I didn't have time to protect my exposed breasts. At that moment, the most important thing was to get rid of the pervert's harassment. Besides continuing to scream, I also tried to fight back with my hands.

I reached behind me with one hand, trying to push him away, and tried to pull down my t-shirt with the other, but I didn't succeed. My hands were quickly subdued; both wrists were firmly grabbed, and I couldn't move. Finally, they were forcibly tied behind my back.

Then I was lifted up by the waist. I couldn't see anything, but I quickly knew he was going to take me into the bedroom because he pushed me down onto the soft bed from behind.

My long skirt was lifted up, and I had no way to escape because I was pressed down and couldn't even turn around. His fingers went into the waistband of my underwear and pulled it down to my thighs in one go.

My buttocks were completely exposed to the air. His hands roughly rubbed and kneaded them, then he reached forward and played with my genitals.

"No..." His fingers rubbed my genitals until they were hot and itchy, making me feel a little uncomfortable, but what was even more uncomfortable was that he forcibly inserted his fingers into my body, moving them in and out of my vagina.

Although I sometimes put my fingers in my vagina when I masturbate, my fingers are never as thick as his, nor as rough as his, so even though I'm used to masturbating, I can't stand his abuse.

But the worst was yet to come. After moving his fingers in and out for a while, he pulled them out, then turned me over and raised my legs. A tearing pain shot through my lower body as I felt something hard being forced into my genitals.

Then he resumed his rough thrusting, but this time, what was ravaging me was a male organ much larger than his fingers.

Although I had lost my virginity three or four days ago, being raped by a man again still caused me immense pain.

He thrust in and out about ten times. I gritted my teeth, enduring the pain, until he finally ejaculated.

I felt him spray hot liquid inside me, and then his penis withdrew from my vagina, the liquid flowing out of my private parts. Then, the t-shirt covering my face was pulled down, revealing his lewd face and bloodshot eyes.

'So you're not a virgin anymore... I can't believe you've been having affairs at such a young age...'

No! I didn't... I cried out in my heart, while simultaneously bringing back painful memories for him...

It happened a few days ago. That afternoon, I was home alone. I had just come home from school, wearing my elementary school uniform, and began to review my lessons.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw two men standing outside.

They said they were the downstairs tenants, and that the TV had suddenly become static, so they wanted to come up and adjust the antenna.

Looking back, I realize how stupid I was. Although the antenna downstairs extended from my window to the rooftop, if it were to be adjusted, it should have reached the rooftop, not my house. Unfortunately, I didn't suspect anything and opened the door, letting the wolves into my home.

Two grown men easily subdued me, a thirteen-year-old girl. I realized something was wrong, but it was too late to resist. I was pushed onto the bed in the bedroom.

To protect my virginity, I resisted desperately, but of course, it was useless. I could only be uncooperative and move my body erratically.

In the chaos, I was knocked unconscious. But I still had a sliver of consciousness, and my genitals were constantly being bumped.

When I woke up again, I was lying on my bed in my own bedroom with my legs spread. My elementary school uniform had been ripped open, my bra was hanging on my arms, and my underwear was hanging on my thighs. I felt a stinging pain in my genitals and touched it, feeling a sticky, slippery liquid flowing out of my private parts.

I brought my fingers, stained with the filth, to my eyes. It was my first contact with male semen. The sticky, slippery white liquid emitted a foul odor, and when I looked closer, I couldn't help but cry. There were specks of blood mixed in with the liquid. I knew my innocent body had been defiled.

I was at a loss, and dared not tell anyone. I just wanted to wash away the filth. I ran into the bathroom and repeatedly washed myself clean. I knew my sister and mother wouldn't be back so soon, so I spent a full hour showering before cleaning the bed, leaving no trace.

I treated it as a nightmare. Although my emotions gradually calmed down, my private parts still ached. Even masturbation didn't help. Now, being brutally violated again, the old ailment was severely aggravated, causing me unbearable pain.

Although he had already satisfied his lust, he still wouldn't let me go and moved on to violate my breasts.

'No...please let me go...'

'Hehe...I didn't expect you to offer yourself up when I borrowed your bra to shoot, otherwise I would have saved some ammo...but there's still plenty of time, I can fire a few more shots at you without a problem...'

"Please let me go... If my family comes back later and doesn't see me... they'll definitely call the police... Let me go now... I promise I won't tell anyone..."

"Hey, don't be so mean. This morning I saw your parents dragging a bunch of luggage out the door, and I heard them say they were going to Italy for two or three weeks..."

"But my sister will be home from school soon... If she doesn't see me at home... she'll call the police too..."

But this didn't scare him; instead, it aroused his wicked thoughts about my sister.

"Your sister... you mean your female student at Sacred Heart Business School in Canossa Valley? Hey, I've been wanting that kind of office lady student for a long time. Thanks for reminding me. Anyway, you're not a virgin, so I'll sleep with your sister as compensation."

He leered at the photo of me and my sister in the Sacred Heart Business School uniform in the room, and my heart sank.

"No! Please don't hurt my sister. Do whatever you want to me, please don't hurt my sister..." I pleaded with him desperately.

"Hehe... So you're begging me to sleep with you now? Don't worry, after I've dealt with your young lady, I'll definitely grant your wish!"

"No! No!" Thinking of the tragic fate that was about to befall my chaste sister, I couldn't help but scream hysterically.

"Don't make a sound!" He slapped me several times, but for my sister's sake, I endured the pain and screamed for help.

To stop me from screaming, he first stuffed his underwear into my mouth, then found two towels. One towel was used to tie my mouth so I couldn't spit out his underwear, and the other towel was used to tie my feet.

After threatening me not to move, he turned and left the room. I saw a fruit knife stuck in the waistband of his pants.

I struggled incessantly, but my hands were tied very tightly, and no matter how much I struggled, it was useless. With great effort, I was finally able to sit up, and in the large mirror hanging on the wall in the room, I saw that what was tied around my hands was my bra.

I moved my body, trying to cut the bra strap binding my hands by its sharp edge against the marble edge of the windowsill. But the material was too tough, and despite being covered in sweat, I made no progress.

Just then, I heard a man and woman talking outside the half-open door. Although I couldn't make out what they were saying, I knew the woman was my sister.

Sister! Danger! Run! Don't talk to that man!

I kept shouting in my mind, but my sister didn't sense me and was lured into the house.

'Your sister is lying in that room. Let me help you take her home!'

'Thank you so much…' Before my sister could finish speaking, she appeared in the bedroom doorway. When she saw me, her face showed surprise, and at the same time, the man pulled out a sharp knife from behind and held it to my sister's neck.

He immediately grabbed my sister from behind, and even through her shirt, I could feel how firm and elastic her breasts were. My sister immediately resisted. As she resisted, her whole body shook, and he pushed her down onto the sofa.

"Waaah...let me go...waaah...please...please...don't..."

Her soft, defenseless breasts were being kneaded and deformed beneath the thin, silk fabric. As she twisted and turned, her school uniform skirt billowed up between her thighs, revealing her alluring pink legs encased in sheer, flesh-colored pantyhose...

He continued to knead her soft, warm breasts through her light blue tight-fitting shirt, then further tore open the collar of her light blue school uniform shirt. I watched in astonishment as the pretty little buttons that adorned her cleavage bounced off and rolled under the sofa.

I saw a white lace bra, and inside the bra were her firm breasts. He pulled her bra up, fully exposing her breasts, immediately revealing her tiny, beautiful pink nipples. He rubbed her breasts while sucking on her small, pink nipples.

My sister frowned, tears streaming down her face. Then he rolled up the hem of her slit, tight-fitting skirt, draping it over her swaying waist, and roughly tore apart her thin, flesh-colored, sheer stockings at the crotch, scattering them in two pieces…

He pulled off her thin, semi-transparent silk panties through her high heels and threw them aside. My sister's face was flushed, and the scent emanating from her body made her unable to cope. She tightly closed her eyes and shook her head violently , resisting his

lewdness. “Ah!… Ouch… No…!” He grabbed my sister's two beautiful ankles and knelt between her fair legs. When his dark penis pressed against her delicate abdomen, my sister couldn't help but feel panic and fear!

'───!' My sister gasped, staring at him for a few seconds, then looking at her genitals, and then at me.

Tears welled up in her eyes… her mouth was slightly open.

“Ha… Ha…? Zhang… Zhang… you…” These words seemed to be squeezed out of my sister's mouth with great difficulty.

"I...ha...I..." My sister stared at me in disbelief, panting heavily, her chest heaving violently in her light blue school uniform shirt, and tears welled up in her eyes...

Tears streamed down her face. One, two, three...three drops. Just then, his body suddenly moved on its own. He covered my sister's mouth and pushed her down.

"Ugh!!! Ugh!!! Ugh───!!! Ugh ugh ugh!!!" My sister grabbed his hands, trying hard to pull them away, but it was no use; he was using tremendous force. My sister kicked

wildly, but it was useless, because his body was between her legs.

"Pretty girl...let's put on a good show for your sister, let me continue."

"Ugh!!! Ugh───!!! Ugh ugh! Ugh ugh ugh!!!" My sister kept making sounds and shaking her head, her eyes wide and terrified as she looked at me. For some reason, he became even more excited.

“Hey…I’ve always wanted to fuck you, Sacred Heart student…Give it to me?” He pressed his erect penis against his sister’s private parts. She probably understood without him saying a word, because she struggled even more fiercely.

“Hehe, the way you struggle excites me…”

Unlike before, he didn’t fuck her quickly; he slowly played with her. He deliberately slid the head of his penis all over her private parts, sometimes pretending to thrust in, sometimes deliberately inserting it in the wrong place. His actions made her even more tense and frightened, tears streaming down her face.

“Mmm…mmm…mmm…” His sister released his left hand and instead pressed it against his chest. Her legs stopped kicking and instead she used her knees to push against his abdomen.

Her tears continued to flow, her head constantly swaying from side to side at slight angles. He bit his sister’s earlobe and inserted his tongue, which made her resist, her head constantly moving in the opposite direction.

He, of course, followed suit, and finally, his sister turned her face to the side, tilting her head back, accepting his play.

"Ugh... Heh!... Hmm... Heh!... " My sister let out short, soft gasps, her moans... a sound both adorable and sinful.

"Tired?"

"Ugh... Ugh..." My sister shook her head slightly in fear.

"But I can't hold back anymore." He grinned wickedly, taking his free hand and aiming his penis at my sister's vagina.

My sister's expression was full of terror, her gaze following his right hand. My sister's lower body swayed from side to side, trying to avoid the pervert's assault. The moment

his glans touched my sister's private parts, her gaze immediately returned to my face, she suddenly inhaled deeply, and her chest rose considerably. The scent emanating from the Sacred Heart uniform hanging on my sister's body excited him even more.

"Ugh...ugh!!! Ugh!!! Ugh!!! Ugh!!! Ahh!!!" With a sudden thrust, he shoved his entire glans inside. My sister couldn't hold back any longer and cried out, tears streaming down her face.

Seeing my sister's pain, he became even more delighted and laughed loudly.

"Hahaha...did you see that? It's in! Pretty girl..."

"Ugh────!!!" My sister was sobbing, tears still flowing, looking truly pitiful.

"You...uh, despicable!" My sister sobbed.

"Ugh-ha!" This was my sister's groan, as he quickly thrust his hips twice in return. Her eyes, which had been closed due to the stimulation, opened again and looked at me.

"Great..." He thrust his hips again, but this time he didn't stop.

"Hmph, hmph, hmph...hmph...hmph..." My sister was still looking at me, but she was still enduring, not making a sound, only letting out some breathy sounds from her nose.

"Hmph...hmph...uh!" He pulled his sister's hands away, bent down to hug her, and kissed her lips. His sister weakly pushed him away with her hands, kicking her legs meaninglessly even though she knew she couldn't escape.

His waist didn't stop, the slight creaking of the sofa mingling with the sounds of their bodies colliding.

"Huff...huff...huff..." Because my mouth was covered, I could hear some sounds more clearly, the moans that a woman should make. The tearing

pain in her tight vagina made his sister tremble all over, her face pale, her brows furrowed as she turned her face to me... Her weak arms were bent and spread out on either side of her fragrant shoulders, revealing her smooth, shaved armpits.

Her slender legs, dangling in the air, were wrapped in torn stockings, her delicate feet in high heels swaying with each thrust… Forced, the older sister in her blue school uniform skirt spread her legs wide, her pink labia half-open beneath the tattered, flesh-colored sheer stockings, enduring the torment of the dark penis.

He pulled her fair hand, letting her slender fingers caress her labia, which were now curled from the penetration. His thick penis, through her delicate fingers, pounded into her tender vulva. The older sister knew that her virginity, given to a man, was gone. I saw her virgin blood being drawn out by his penis.

“Beautiful girl… I’m going to cum…” he said, pulling away from her lips. At that moment, she turned her head away, closing her eyes and mouth, only letting out muffled groans.

“Coming!” He hugged her body tightly and thrust rapidly.

"Hmm!" Just before ejaculating, he thrust his hips one last time with force. All I knew was that he was now continuously injecting semen into my sister's vagina...

After a short period of ejaculation, he pulled his penis out, and I saw pinkish semen flowing between my sister's legs, which were covered by torn, thin, flesh-colored transparent stockings.

I looked at my sister, who had turned her pink face to the side, covered her red lips with the back of her hand, and was sobbing softly. Her shoulder-length hair and light blue school uniform shirt were trembling. Her two pink legs, wearing light high heels, were weakly resting on the sofa armrest. Her bent legs were limp against the back of the sofa. My sister, filled with humiliation and extreme pain, stretched out her slender hands and gently pressed her swollen and tender belly...

Just as he said, he was not a pedophile... He just kept saying that he would mess with me, his younger sister, threatening my sister...

"Pretty girl! Give me oral sex!" In order not to let me be taken advantage of, my sister had no choice but to kneel in front of him and suck his penis.

That entire night, my usually strong sister, her brow furrowed, was repeatedly violated by the pervert, her body swaying back and forth in her Sacred Heart school uniform as he thrust in and out. Unable to stop the groans of pain from the constant rape, she couldn't help but moan.

A month later, to give my sister and me more space, our parents moved out, marking the beginning of another nightmare…

Using the video footage from that night as leverage, he copied our house key and would come to our house intermittently before the wedding to assault my sister.

Even on the wedding day, he didn't stop. He sneaked into the bridal chamber, and I stood guard at the door, watching him roam over my sister's body from behind. My sister was leaning against the dressing table with her left hand, her left leg, a white high heel, resting on another chair, her right hand desperately pressing against her mouth, forced to look at her reflection in the dressing table mirror…

His hands were penetrating her white veil, caressing her breasts and stimulating her nipples. Beneath her pure wedding dress, her legs were forced open, receiving the humiliation of his flesh. Yes, he was raping my sister, who was wearing a wedding dress.

'Oh my God!' "My sister and I were heartbroken and in tears...

During the toasting ceremony, I saw my sister had changed into a Chinese cheongsam. She begged him not to ruin her wedding, but because there wasn't enough time, he forced her to kneel down and perform oral sex...

That night, my brother-in-law was so drunk from being played with that my sister couldn't escape her fate.

'You made me lose control when I was kneeling down to perform oral sex, I'm going to punish you.'

The perpetrator got his way and pulled up the long, transparent stockings and pink high heels that the high-slit cheongsam couldn't cover, up to her waist. He tore the stockings, pulled down her panties, and hung them on her thighs. He loosened the buttons and zippers of the cheongsam, freeing her breasts, which were now heaving and undulating. Her pink nipples were already erect. Her hands were raised and pressed onto the bed."

"Ah!" That night, my sister, whose face was incomparably beautiful, shed two lines of clear tears on the back of my hand that I had pressed against her mouth. His penis had relentlessly penetrated her again through her stockings. The pain in her lower body was nothing compared to the pain in her heart; the greater pain was that he was the one taking her virginity, and her wedding night wasn't with her beloved husband, but with him again…

"Great… I'll be the groom tonight!" He thrust his hips again, raping her mature body writhing beneath her traditional Chinese wedding dress. My sister cried again, her moans of anguish echoing throughout the night as she was relentlessly assaulted.

If I could, I would rather switch places with my sister. I've matured over the years, and I'm quite beautiful with many suitors, but he just won't pursue me. Maybe he didn't like me when I wasn't a virgin back then?

After marriage, things got worse. My brother-in-law was often away on business trips abroad, only returning to Hong Kong for three days a month. Plus, my sister had a new identity…

My brother-in-law asked my sister why she still kept that Sacred Heart school uniform in the closet. My sister lied and said it was out of nostalgia for her alma mater. The truth was, that uniform was a tool for sexual abuse, and my sister deeply resented the harm her alma mater had caused him.

Before and after marriage, he raped her countless times at home. My sister always wore thin, white, transparent stockings, black high heels, white silk underwear, and the Sacred Heart OL-style light blue shirt and blue narrow skirt school uniform.

On the day of their first rape, he forced me to be a spectator, bound and gagged. He didn't remove the Sacred Heart OL-style school uniform during the deflowering. I watched as her tight vagina, with little secretion, and I wasn't allowed to use any vaginal fluid. She was forced into different positions by his large penis…

During the missionary position, she gripped the sheets tightly, her stockinged legs and high heels dangling from his waist, swinging wildly like the penis penetrating her.

In the rear-entry position, she supported herself on the headboard with her left hand, arching her upper body and revealing her swaying breasts beneath her Sacred Heart light blue school uniform. Her right hand weakly pushed him back, slapping his hand that was gripping her slender waist as he thrust intensely.

In the woman-on-top position, besides constantly pushing away his hands from her breasts, she also had to press down on his stomach from time to time to prevent her body from sagging, struggling to hold on. Yet, she still couldn't stop his penis, which was beyond her capacity, from going in and out of Sacred Heart OL school uniform's narrow skirt.

Watching my sister being violated so many times while wearing her uniform, her labia remained as straight as when she was first raped, without turning black. He even praised her vagina for still being as tight as a virgin's, her small nipples still pink, and her breasts still as firm as they were in her student days…

But every position was the same. Her hair, which was initially tied in a student ponytail, was eventually forced to come undone. When I parted her hair, I saw her pure face contorted with pain and tears streaming down her face. I kept hearing her painful moans and cries, and I kept telling her to stop, but her Sacred Heart OL-style school uniform kept pounding on her body.

Watching my sister being raped and crying in pain sometimes aroused me, making me blush and feel hot.

That's how it happened. He raped my sister, who was dressed like a schoolgirl and a newlywed, perfectly satisfying his perverted desires. It's ironic; since she was infertile, he didn't need condoms, and the number of times he sexually assaulted her increased, even taking advantage of her menstrual period to feel like he was playing with a virgin.

One day, he had health problems and was admitted to Baptist Hospital. My sister and I thought we could finally rest, but out of boredom, he browsed pornographic websites on his phone and saw an article titled "Raping a PolyU Nurse in a Hospital Bed," which reignited his lust.

But we couldn't actually hire a Baptist Hospital nurse to rape her, could we?

So, I kept watch behind the ward door, reading the rape article on my phone, and then watching my sister become the protagonist of the story.

The scene was just like that article: in a single hospital room, my sister's mouth was stuffed with her underwear to prevent her from screaming in pain. My sister, wearing a Sacred Heart school uniform (not a nurse's uniform), her blue pencil skirt pushed up to her waist, her stockinged legs and high heels, was kneeling on the hospital bed being raped from behind. Tears streamed down her face, her breasts, under her OL blouse, still jiggled rapidly before he gripped them tightly, indicating he had ejaculated again…

That was the first time we had sex outside our home, but also the last. The day after raping my sister in the Baptist hospital bed, the scoundrel died of acute hepatitis. The footage of my sister's first time being raped was successfully found and destroyed, and our nightmare finally ended.

That happened a long time ago; I'm writing it down to ease my conscience. Back then…

'Ding-dong~ Ding-dong~'

I reluctantly went to my neighbor's door and pressed the doorbell.

While showering, I accidentally dropped my spare bra on the floor. Although I picked it up immediately, the floor was soaked from my recent shower, and both bras were unwearable.

I remembered there was another bra on the clothesline outside the window, which I'd hung out to dry a couple of days ago; it should be dry by now.

Unfortunately, it was windy all day, and the bra probably wasn't clipped properly, blowing onto the neighbor's clothesline.

Our living room windows face each other. Initially, I'd only seen the man in the neighbor's house by chance; he looked to be in his early twenties and quite handsome. So, whenever I was bored, I'd peek into his house from behind the curtains.

After a few days, I realized he wasn't a good person.

From my window, I could see the TV screen in his living room and the sofa opposite it. Once, I saw a scene from a pornographic DVD: two naked genitals intertwined.

Even more disgusting, he was naked from the waist down, sitting on the sofa, watching the DVD while rubbing his penis.

Although this was a scene unsuitable for children, I was in the midst of puberty, curious about men and sex, so I was deeply attracted.

Pornographic DVDs were often sold in the shops downstairs from my house, which always piqued my curiosity, but I was too afraid to buy them. Now I could watch them for free—wasn't that wonderful?

But I was quickly disappointed. Because of the distance, I couldn't see the content on the TV screen clearly. Although I saw one person on top of another, moving their body back and forth, I couldn't tell which was the man and which was the woman.

After watching for a while, I got bored and shifted my attention to the man's masturbation.

Although I was only thirteen, I had already developed and had several months of masturbation experience. I forgot when and how I did it for the first time; I only remembered initially inserting half of my pinky finger into my vagina and gently making in-and-out movements until I reached orgasm.

Later, after learning a little about male anatomy, I began to wonder: men don't have vaginas, but instead have a lollipop-like genital organ, which you can imagine with your buttocks—concave and convex. When a man has sex with a woman, he must insert that organ into her vagina. But how do they masturbate?

That time, I finally saw it: they held their penis in their palms and then repeatedly moved it back and forth, seemingly similar to our method of masturbation.

I was initially mesmerized, and after a while, I noticed the size of his penis: although the man was tall and strong, and his hands seemed large, he still couldn't fully grasp it; about an inch or two of the tip protruded.

After a while, his penis began to ejaculate white fluid, shooting out forcefully, some of it landing on the television screen in front of him, but most of it spilling onto the floor.

I felt disgusted and couldn't bear to watch any longer. But in the dead of night, I couldn't help but think of this man, of his penis, and when I masturbated, I would fantasize even more about his penis inside me…

Then I developed a voyeuristic habit: several nights a week, he would brazenly masturbate on the sofa in the living room, and every time I watched, I couldn't help but masturbate before going to sleep, otherwise I couldn't fall asleep.

Although I had spied on him countless times, apart from his appearance, his physique, and his masturbation, I knew absolutely nothing about him. I didn't know his name, what he did for a living… I didn't want to have face-to-face contact with him, so I hesitated for a while about whether to go and get my bra back.

In the end, I decided to go anyway, because I thought that if a girl like me, who was still developing, didn't wear a bra to support the position of her breasts, they might become deformed overnight, and then it would probably be beyond repair.

Because I'm a teenage girl still developing, including my mind, I didn't realize how dangerous it would be for a lone man and woman to be alone in a room, especially since I'm just a small, vulnerable girl, and he's a perverted big man...

I rang the doorbell a few times, but there was no response. Just as I was about to turn and leave, the door opened.

'You... little sister, what's the matter?'

'I'm so sorry to bother you. I live next door, and I... I have some clothes that were blown onto your clothesline... I wonder if I can retrieve them...'

'Oh, then please come in first...' He politely opened the door and let me in.

After I took off my slippers and entered the house, he asked me, 'I just brought my clothes in and didn't look at them carefully before putting them in the closet in the bedroom. Wait a moment, let me go check.'

'Thank you so much.' I said that, but in my heart I was thinking: These clothes, so close to my skin, have been touched by a man, I don't know if I should still wear them.'

After he went into the room, I stood in the living room waiting. The floor inside was tiled, and stepping barefoot on it felt icy cold, making me extremely uncomfortable.

Not only was it cold, but my right foot also felt damp and slippery. I quietly moved my foot away and looked down, only to see a thin puddle of water where I had just stepped.

But it wasn't just water; I had felt the sticky liquid when I moved my foot along the floor, and now I could faintly smell a fishy, foul odor, somewhat like the smell of male ejaculation…

A wave of nausea surged in my chest, and I almost turned around and ran home to wash my feet.

But thinking that would only make things more awkward, I endured it. I'd already stepped on it; washing it sooner or later wouldn't make much difference.

After a while, he came out carrying my bra. As

he approached me, and I was about to thank him, I noticed him staring at my chest.

From his lewd gaze, I knew it couldn't be anything good. I looked down and sure enough, there were two small protrusions at the tips of my breasts on my white t-shirt.

I wasn't wearing anything under my t-shirt. The loose t-shirt swayed with my movements, lightly brushing against my nipples. No wonder I'd felt so uncomfortable earlier; I'd been so careless, unaware that my nipples were aroused, and I was being subjected to this lecherous gaze.

"You…" I stammered, my face burning with anger, covering my chest with my hands.

"Hehe… little sister, please don't misunderstand. Although you said the bra is yours, how do I know you're not lying? So at least I need to check if your size fits this bra, but after looking for a while, I still can't be sure… why don't you lift up your t-shirt? That way I can see more clearly…"

What? Lift up my t-shirt? I wasn't wearing anything under my t-shirt. Lifting it up would just show him my bare breasts! Even if I were wearing a bra, I wouldn't do this just to get one back. This man is seriously crazy.

I snorted and said, "Fine, don't give it to me then." I tried to turn around and leave, but he wouldn't let me see: "If you won't let me see, then you must be stealing someone else's things, so you're feeling guilty, right?"

He said I stole someone else's bra? That's ridiculous. Even though we were in someone else's house, I couldn't help but yell at him: "You pervert! If you keep bothering me, I'll scream!"

But he wasn't afraid at all, and instead grinned and said: "I think it's you, you female pervert, who's really bothering me. You always peep at me while I'm masturbating, and then you find an excuse to come to my door..."

What... he meant... he knew I was peeping at him all along...?

"You've seen my penis so many times, it's not unreasonable for me to want to see your breasts now, is it?" He said, taking steps closer to me.

I was cornered against the wall, finally with nowhere to retreat. I shouted at him: "If you come any closer, I really will scream!"

Seeing my serious attitude, he hesitated for a moment, then laughed and said, "Little sister, don't be so neurotic. I was just joking with you. Who would be interested in a little girl like you who hasn't even grown any hair yet? Do you think I'm a perverted pedophile...?" As

he spoke, he handed me his bra, and I finally breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, he had scared him off. If he had really come closer, I wasn't sure I would have had the courage to shout. If things got out of hand and the neighbors found out I was peeping at men masturbating, how could I ever face anyone again? My parents might even beat me to death.

I don't know if I was being overly nervous or what, but even though his attitude softened, I still felt a strange smile playing on his lips, which gave me the creeps. So I remained vigilant, afraid that he was hiding some kind of scheme, or that he might change his mind.

When I held the bra in my hand, I felt it was wet and sticky. I was stunned for a moment, then it dawned on me that it was semen. I felt both embarrassed and angry, and my face flushed.

Seeing my expression and reaction, his smile deepened, and I felt like I'd been fooled.

He was definitely up to no good; no wonder he was so agreeable all of a sudden, willing to give the bra back.

"Hehe… I'm really sorry, I used your bra to masturbate… and I accidentally ejaculated on it…"

I almost fainted. This man was even more perverted than I'd imagined. Although he claimed he wasn't a pedophile, I was certain he was a fetishist. I'd wanted to throw the bra in the trash long ago, so I could tolerate it being soiled, but now even my hands were stained with this pervert's venom. I was truly unlucky.

I angrily threw the bra at him and turned to leave. I really wanted to yell at him, but cursing someone as shameless as him was pointless. It was better to leave quickly; I didn't want to linger in this filthy place for even a second longer, much less deal with this man.

But the moment I turned around, he attacked from behind. Caught off guard, he easily grabbed me from behind. My reaction wasn't slow; realizing I was in danger, I immediately tried to scream, but he was faster. Before I could even cry out, he had already rolled up the hem of my t-shirt and covered my head with it.

"Help…" My voice couldn't carry; I only heard my own low scream. Although a chill ran down my spine, I had no time to protect my exposed breasts. The most important thing now was to escape the pervert's harassment. Besides continuing to scream, I also tried to fight back with my hands.

I reached behind me with one hand to push him away, and with the other, I tried to pull down my t-shirt, but I failed. My hands were quickly subdued, my wrists firmly grasped, unable to move, and finally forcibly bound behind my back.

Then I was lifted up by the waist. I couldn't see anything, but I quickly knew he was going to take me to the bedroom because he pushed me down onto the soft bed from behind.

My long skirt was lifted up, and I had no way to escape because I was pressed down and couldn't even turn around. His fingers went into the waistband of my underwear and pulled it down to my thighs in one go.

My buttocks were completely exposed to the air, and his hands roughly rubbed and kneaded my buttocks, then he moved his hands to my front, playing with my private parts.

"No..." His fingers rubbed my private parts until they were hot and itchy, making me feel a little uncomfortable, but what was even more uncomfortable was that he actually forced his fingers into my body, going in and out of my vagina.

Although I would put my fingers in my vagina when I masturbated, my fingers were never as thick as his, and I was never as rough as him, so even though I was used to masturbating, I couldn't stand his ravaging.

But the more uncomfortable experience was yet to come. His fingers moved in and out for a while before he pulled them out. Then I was turned over, my legs raised, and a tearing pain shot through my genitals as I felt a hard object forcefully inserted into my vagina.

He then began another rough thrusting motion, but this time, what ravaged me was a male organ much larger than his fingers.

Although I had lost my virginity three or four days prior, being raped again still caused me immense pain.

He thrust in and out about ten times, and I gritted my teeth, enduring the pain until he finally ejaculated.

I felt him ejaculate hot fluid inside me, and then his penis withdrew from my vagina, the fluid flowing continuously from my genitals. Then, the t-shirt covering my face was pulled down, revealing his lewd face and bloodshot eyes.

'So you weren't a virgin after all… I didn't expect you to be so promiscuous at such a young age…'

No! I didn't… As I cried out my innocence, it also brought back painful memories for him…

It happened a few days ago. That afternoon, I was home alone. I had just come home from school and, still in my elementary school uniform, began to review my lessons.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw two men standing outside.

They said they were the downstairs tenants, and that the TV had suddenly become static, so they wanted to come up and adjust the antenna.

Looking back, I realize how stupid I was. Although the downstairs antenna extended from my window to the rooftop, if they really wanted to adjust it, they should have gone up to the rooftop, not come to my house. Unfortunately, I didn't suspect anything and opened the door, letting the wolves into my home.

The two grown men easily subdued me, a thirteen-year-old girl. I realized something was wrong, but it was too late to resist. I was pushed onto the bed in the bedroom.

To protect my virginity, I resisted desperately, but of course, it was all in vain. I could only remain uncooperative and move my body erratically.

In the chaos, I was knocked unconscious. But I still have a little bit of a duty, and my lower body is constantly being bumped.

When I woke up again, I was lying on my bed in my bedroom, legs spread wide. My elementary school uniform had been pulled open, my bra was hanging from my arms, and my underwear was hanging from my thighs. I felt a stinging pain in my genitals, and when I reached down to touch it, I felt a sticky, slippery liquid flowing out of my private parts.

I brought my fingers, stained with the liquid, to my face and saw that it was my first contact with a man's semen. The sticky, white liquid emitted a foul odor, and when I looked closer, I couldn't help but cry out in pain because there were specks of blood mixed in with the liquid. I knew my innocent body had been defiled.

I was at a loss and didn't dare tell anyone. I just wanted to wash away the filth. I ran into the bathroom and washed myself repeatedly. I knew my sister and mother wouldn't be back so soon, so I spent a whole hour showering before finally cleaning the bed, making sure there wasn't a trace left.

I treated it as a nightmare, and although my mood gradually calmed down, my private parts still ached lingeringly. Even masturbation didn't help, and now, being brutally violated again, the old ailment was severely aggravated, causing me unbearable pain.

Although he had already satisfied his lust, he still wouldn't let me go, and instead began to violate my breasts.

'No...please let me go...'

'Hehe...I didn't expect you to come to me like that when I borrowed your bra to masturbate earlier, otherwise I would have saved some ammunition...but there's still plenty of time, I can go a few more rounds with you without any problem...'

'Please let me go...if my family comes back later and doesn't see me...they will definitely call the police...let me go now...I promise I won't tell anyone...'

'Hey, don't be so mean to me, this morning I saw your parents dragging a lot of luggage out, and I heard them say they were going to Italy for two or three weeks...'

'But my sister will be home from school soon...if she doesn't see me at home...she will call the police too...'

But this didn't scare him; instead, it aroused his wicked thoughts about my sister.

"Your sister...you mean that student at Sacred Heart Business School in Canossa? Heh, I've been wanting that kind of office lady student for ages. Thanks for reminding me. Anyway, you're not a virgin, so you can sleep with your sister as compensation."

He leered at the photo of me and my sister in the Sacred Heart Business School uniform in the room, and my heart sank.

"No! Please don't hurt my sister. Do whatever you want to me, please don't hurt my sister..." I pleaded desperately.

"Heh heh...are you begging me to sleep with you now? Don't worry, after I've dealt with your young lady, I'll definitely grant your wish!"

"No! No!" Thinking of the tragic fate that was about to befall my virgin sister, I couldn't help but scream hysterically.

"Shut up!" He slapped me several times, but for my sister's sake, I endured the pain and screamed for help.

To stop me from screaming, he first stuffed his underwear into my mouth, then found two towels. One towel was used to gag me, preventing me from spitting out his underwear, and the other was used to tie my feet.

After threatening me not to move, he turned and left the room. I saw a fruit knife stuck in the waistband of his pants.

I struggled incessantly, but my hands were bound tightly, and no matter how much I struggled, it was useless. With great effort, I finally managed to sit up. Looking in the large mirror on the wall, I saw that what was binding my hands was my bra.

I moved my body and tried to cut the bra strap that was binding my hands, using a sharp notch in the marble edge of the windowsill. But the material of the bra strap was too tough, and despite being covered in sweat, I made no progress.

Just then, I heard the voices of a man and a woman talking outside the half-open door. Although I couldn't make out what they were saying, I knew the woman was my sister.

Sister! Danger! Run away quickly! Don't talk to that man!

I kept calling out in my mind, but my sister didn't sense me and was tricked into the house.

'Your sister is lying in that room, let me help you take her home!'

'Thank you so much…' Before my sister could finish speaking, she appeared at the bedroom door. When she saw me, a look of surprise crossed her face, and at the same time, the man pulled out a sharp knife from behind and held it to my sister's neck.

He immediately grabbed my sister from behind, and even through her shirt, I could feel how firm and elastic her breasts were. My sister immediately resisted. As she resisted, her whole body shook violently, and he pushed her down onto the sofa.

"Waaah...let me go...waaah...please...please...don't..."

Her soft, defenseless breasts were being kneaded and deformed beneath the thin, silk fabric. As she twisted and turned, her school uniform skirt billowed up between her thighs, revealing her alluring pink legs encased in sheer, flesh-colored pantyhose...

He continued to knead her soft, warm breasts through her light blue tight-fitting shirt, then further tore open the collar of her light blue school uniform shirt. I watched in astonishment as the pretty little buttons that adorned her cleavage bounced off and rolled under the sofa.

I saw a white lace bra, and inside the bra were her firm breasts. He pulled her bra up, fully exposing her breasts, immediately revealing her tiny, beautiful pink nipples. He rubbed her breasts while sucking on her small, pink nipples.

My sister frowned, tears streaming down her face. Then he rolled up the hem of her slit, tight-fitting skirt, draping it over her swaying waist, and roughly tore apart her thin, flesh-colored, sheer stockings at the crotch, scattering them in two pieces…

He pulled off her thin, semi-transparent silk panties through her high heels and threw them aside. My sister's face was flushed, and the scent emanating from her body made her unable to cope. She tightly closed her eyes and shook her head violently , resisting his

lewdness. “Ah!… Ouch… No…!” He grabbed my sister's two beautiful ankles and knelt between her fair legs. When his dark penis pressed against her delicate abdomen, my sister couldn't help but feel panic and fear!

'───!' My sister gasped, staring at him for a few seconds, then looking at her genitals, and then at me.

Tears welled up in her eyes… her mouth was slightly open.

“Ha… Ha…? Zhang… Zhang… you…” These words seemed to be squeezed out of my sister's mouth with great difficulty.

"I...ha...I..." My sister stared at me in disbelief, panting heavily, her chest heaving violently in her light blue school uniform shirt, and tears welled up in her eyes...

Tears streamed down her face. One, two, three...three drops. Just then, his body suddenly moved on its own. He covered my sister's mouth and pushed her down.

"Ugh!!! Ugh!!! Ugh───!!! Ugh ugh ugh!!!" My sister grabbed his hands, trying hard to pull them away, but it was no use; he was using tremendous force. My sister kicked

wildly, but it was useless, because his body was between her legs.

"Pretty girl...let's put on a good show for your sister, let me continue."

"Ugh!!! Ugh───!!! Ugh ugh! Ugh ugh ugh!!!" My sister kept making sounds and shaking her head, her eyes wide and terrified as she looked at me. For some reason, he became even more excited.

"Hey... I've always wanted to fuck you, Sacred Heart student... Give it to me?" He pressed his erect penis against his sister's private parts. She probably understood without him saying a word, because she struggled even more fiercely.

"Hehe, the way you struggle excites me so much..."

Unlike before, he didn't fuck me quickly; he slowly played with his sister. He deliberately slid the head of his penis all over her private parts, sometimes pretending to thrust in, sometimes deliberately inserting it in the wrong place. His actions made his sister even more nervous and frightened, and tears streamed down her face.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." The older sister released his left hand and placed it against his chest, her legs no longer kicking wildly, but instead kneeing him in the abdomen.

Tears streamed down her face, her head swaying slightly from side to side. He bit her earlobe and licked it with his tongue, which seemed to resist her, her head moving in the opposite direction.

He followed suit, and eventually, she turned her face to the side, tilting her head back to accept his ministrations.

"Mmm...ha!...um...ha!......" The older sister let out small, short breaths, her moans...a sound both cute and sinful.

"Tired?"

"Mmm...mmm..." The older sister shook her head slightly in fear.

"But I can't hold back anymore." He grinned wickedly, taking his free hand and aiming his penis at her vagina.

The older sister's expression was full of terror, her gaze following his right hand. Her lower body swayed from side to side, trying to escape the pervert's advances.

His glans truly touched my sister's private parts, and her gaze immediately returned to my face. She suddenly inhaled deeply, and her chest heaved. The scent emanating from the Sacred Heart uniform hanging on her body excited him even more.

"Ugh...ugh!!! Ugh!!! Ugh!!! Ugh!!! Ahh!!!" With a sudden thrust, he shoved his entire glans inside. My sister could no longer hold back, letting out a cry of pain as tears streamed down her face.

Seeing my sister's pain only fueled his elation, and he laughed heartily.

"Hahaha...did you see that? It's in! Pretty girl..."

"Ugh────!!!" My sister was sobbing, tears still streaming down her face, looking utterly pitiful.

"You...ugh, despicable!" My sister sobbed.

"Ugh-ha!" This was my sister's groan, as he quickly thrust his hips twice in return. Her eyes, which had been closed in response to the stimulation, opened again, looking at me.

"Great..." He thrust his hips again, but this time he didn't stop.

"Hmph, hmph, hmph... hmph... hmph..." My sister was still looking at me, but she was still enduring it, not making a sound, only letting out some breathy sounds from her nose.

"Hmph... hmph... ugh!" He pulled my sister's hands away, bent down to hug her, and kissed her lips. My sister weakly pushed him away with her hands, knowing that she couldn't escape, but still kicking her legs meaninglessly.

His waist still didn't stop, the slight 'creaking' of the sofa combined with the sounds of their bodies joining together.

"Huff... huff... huff..." Because my mouth was covered, I could hear some sounds more clearly, the moans that my sister should make as a woman. The

tearing pain in her tight vagina made my sister tremble all over, her face pale, her brows furrowed, and she turned her pink face to my side... Her weak arms were folded up and spread out on both sides of her fragrant shoulders, revealing her smooth, shaved armpits.

Her slender legs, dangling in the air, were wrapped in torn stockings, her delicate feet in high heels swaying with each thrust… Forced, the older sister in her blue school uniform skirt spread her legs wide, her pink labia half-open beneath the tattered, flesh-colored sheer stockings, enduring the torment of the dark penis.

He pulled her fair hand, letting her slender fingers caress her labia, which were now curled from the penetration. His thick penis, through her delicate fingers, pounded into her tender vulva. The older sister knew that her virginity, given to a man, was gone. I saw her virgin blood being drawn out by his penis.

“Beautiful girl… I’m going to cum…” he said, pulling away from her lips. At that moment, she turned her head away, closing her eyes and mouth, only letting out muffled groans.

“Coming!” He hugged her body tightly and thrust rapidly.

"Hmm!" Just before ejaculating, he thrust his hips one last time with force. All I knew was that he was now continuously injecting semen into my sister's vagina...

After a short period of ejaculation, he pulled his penis out, and I saw pinkish semen flowing between my sister's legs, which were covered by torn, thin, flesh-colored transparent stockings.

I looked at my sister, who had turned her pink face to the side, covered her red lips with the back of her hand, and was sobbing softly. Her shoulder-length hair and light blue school uniform shirt were trembling. Her two pink legs, wearing light high heels, were weakly resting on the sofa armrest. Her bent legs were limp against the back of the sofa. My sister, filled with humiliation and extreme pain, stretched out her slender hands and gently pressed her swollen and tender belly...

Just as he said, he was not a pedophile... He just kept saying that he would mess with me, his younger sister, threatening my sister...

"Pretty girl! Give me oral sex!" In order not to let me be taken advantage of, my sister had no choice but to kneel in front of him and suck his penis.

That entire night, my usually strong sister, her brow furrowed, was repeatedly violated by the pervert, her body swaying back and forth in her Sacred Heart school uniform as he thrust in and out. Unable to stop the groans of pain from the constant rape, she couldn't help but moan.

A month later, to give my sister and me more space, our parents moved out, marking the beginning of another nightmare…

Using the video footage from that night as leverage, he copied our house key and would come to our house intermittently before the wedding to assault my sister.

Even on the wedding day, he didn't stop. He sneaked into the bridal chamber, and I stood guard at the door, watching him roam over my sister's body from behind. My sister was leaning against the dressing table with her left hand, her left leg, a white high heel, resting on another chair, her right hand desperately pressing against her mouth, forced to look at her reflection in the dressing table mirror…

His hands were penetrating her white veil, caressing her breasts and stimulating her nipples. Beneath her pure wedding dress, her legs were forced open, receiving the humiliation of his flesh. Yes, he was raping my sister, who was wearing a wedding dress.

'Oh my God!' "My sister and I were heartbroken and in tears...

During the toasting ceremony, I saw my sister had changed into a Chinese cheongsam. She begged him not to ruin her wedding, but because there wasn't enough time, he forced her to kneel down and perform oral sex...

That night, my brother-in-law was so drunk from being played with that my sister couldn't escape her fate.

'You made me lose control when I was kneeling down to perform oral sex, I'm going to punish you.'

The perpetrator got his way and pulled up the long, transparent stockings and pink high heels that the high-slit cheongsam couldn't cover, up to her waist. He tore the stockings, pulled down her panties, and hung them on her thighs. He loosened the buttons and zippers of the cheongsam, freeing her breasts, which were now heaving and undulating. Her pink nipples were already erect. Her hands were raised and pressed onto the bed."

"Ah!" That night, my sister, whose face was incomparably beautiful, shed two lines of clear tears on the back of my hand that I had pressed against her mouth. His penis had relentlessly penetrated her again through her stockings. The pain in her lower body was nothing compared to the pain in her heart; the greater pain was that he was the one taking her virginity, and her wedding night wasn't with her beloved husband, but with him again…

"Great… I'll be the groom tonight!" He thrust his hips again, raping her mature body writhing beneath her traditional Chinese wedding dress. My sister cried again, her moans of anguish echoing throughout the night as she was relentlessly assaulted.

If I could, I would rather switch places with my sister. I've matured over the years, and I'm quite beautiful with many suitors, but he just won't pursue me. Maybe he didn't like me when I wasn't a virgin back then?

After marriage, things worsened. My brother-in-law frequently traveled abroad for business, only returning to Hong Kong for three days a month. Adding to this, my sister had a new identity…

My brother-in-law asked my sister why she still kept that Sacred Heart school uniform in her closet. My sister lied and said it was out of nostalgia for her alma mater. The truth was, that uniform was a tool for sexual abuse, and my sister deeply resented the harm her alma mater had caused him.

Before and after marriage, he raped her countless times at home. My sister always wore thin, transparent white stockings, black high heels, white silk underwear, and the Sacred Heart OL-style light blue shirt and blue pencil skirt school uniform.

On the day of their first rape, he forced me to watch, bound, without removing the Sacred Heart OL-style school uniform during the act. I watched as her tight vagina, with little lubrication, and I wasn't allowed to use any vaginal fluid. She was forced into various positions by his large penis…

When she was on top, she gripped the sheets tightly with both hands, her stockinged legs and high heels swaying wildly around his waist, just like the penis inside her.

In the rear-entry position, she supported herself on the headboard with her left hand, her upper body arched, revealing her swaying breasts beneath her light blue Sacred Heart school uniform. Her right hand weakly pushed him back, slapping his hand as he gripped her slender waist and thrust intensely.

When she was on top, besides constantly pushing away his hands from her breasts, she also had to press on his stomach from time to time to prevent her body from sagging, struggling to hold on, yet still unable to stop the penis, exceeding her capacity, from thrusting in and out of her Sacred Heart OL school uniform's narrow skirt.

Watching my sister being violated so many times while wearing her school uniform, her labia remained as straight as when she was first raped, without turning black. He even praised her vagina for still being as tight as a virgin's, her small nipples still pink, and her breasts still as firm as they were in her student days…

But every position was the same. Her hair, initially tied in a student ponytail, was eventually forced down and loosened. Parting her hair, I saw her pure face contorted in pain and tears streaming down her cheeks. I kept hearing her painful moans and cries, repeatedly telling her to stop, but her Sacred Heart OL-style school uniform kept pounding on her body.

Watching my sister being raped and weeping, I sometimes felt excited, my face flushed.

That's how it was—raping my sister, dressed in a student OL outfit, a newlywed woman all in one, completely satisfied the desires of a perverted man. It's truly ironic; my sister is infertile, so I don't need condoms, and the number of times I rape her is even greater, even taking advantage of her menstrual periods to give her the feeling of playing with a virgin.

One day, he had a health problem and was admitted to Baptist Hospital. My sister and I thought we could finally rest, but out of boredom, he went online and saw a pornographic article titled "Raping a PolyU Nurse Student in a Hospital Bed," which aroused his lust.

But we couldn't actually hire a Baptist nurse to rape him, could we?

So, I ended up keeping watch behind the ward door, reading the rape article on my phone the whole time, and then watching my sister become the protagonist in the article.

The scene was just like that article: in a single hospital room, my sister's mouth was stuffed with her underwear to prevent her from screaming in pain. My sister, who was wearing a Sacred Heart school uniform instead of a nurse's uniform, had her blue pencil skirt pushed up to her waist. Her legs, clad in stockings and high heels, were kneeling on the hospital bed being raped from behind. Tears kept streaming down my sister's face. Her breasts, under her OL blouse and uniform, were still shaking rapidly up and down before he gripped them tightly, indicating that he had ejaculated again...

That was the first time he had sex outside of home, but it was also the last. The day after he raped my sister in the Baptist Hospital bed, the bastard died of acute hepatitis. The footage of my sister's first time being raped was also successfully found and destroyed, and the nightmare of my sister and I finally came to an end.

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