My sister was raped

After finishing my first year of university final exams, I was partying with friends at a karaoke bar until after 2 a.m. when I suddenly received a phone call.
"Is this Mr. Chen Junyan?" A deep-voiced man answered.
"Yes," I replied.
"This is the xxx police station. Your sister is in trouble. Please come and pick her up."
"Huh?"
"Chen Yazhi is your sister, right? She's at our station now. Come and get her," the policeman repeated.
"Oh...oh!" Having just come to my senses
after drinking a bit, I hung up. Shortly after, my phone rang again. It was my mother. She sounded very anxious, telling me to hurry and pick up my sister, to bring her to my dorm. They would come to see her first thing the next morning. I asked my sister what had happened and why she was at the police station.
"Your sister was raped," my mother told me, her voice trembling with tears.
Upon hearing this, I immediately told my friends I had an urgent matter and had to leave. As soon as I left the karaoke bar, I hailed a taxi and rushed to the police station to see my sister. My
sister and I both studied away from home, at different universities, but in the same county. I had deliberately chosen universities in the same county so we could look after each other.
When I arrived at the police station and explained my situation, the police took me to see my sister. She was crying with her head down, and a policewoman was comforting her. When she saw me, she threw herself into my arms and cried.
"Take her home to rest tonight, and come back tomorrow to give a statement," the policewoman told me. So
I took my sister home. My sister didn't say a word the whole way. After we got back to the dormitory, I told her to take a shower and rest. After a while, I realized she had been showering for too long. I knocked on the door a few times, but she didn't respond. I quickly kicked the door open, and what I saw was a horrifying red scene. My sister was covered in blood, huddled in the shower, crying. There was a dishcloth on the floor that I had used to wash things, and it was completely stained red.
I quickly grabbed a clean towel, dried her off, and helped her out to apply medicine. I wanted to help her put her clothes back on, but she refused to wear her original clothes, so I gave her a large shirt to wear. That night, my sister cried in my arms until morning, until she was exhausted and fell asleep.
The next day, my parents arrived and accompanied my sister to the police station. I took my sister's key and went to her dorm to pack her clothes and luggage for my parents to take back. By the time I arrived at the police station, the perpetrator had been caught. He was a junior in my sister's club, usually seeming well-behaved. He had stayed behind to help my sister pack after the club activity ended and everyone else had left, and took the opportunity to confess his feelings. When my sister refused, he attacked her.
"You fucking beast!!!" As soon as I saw him, I rushed at him and punched him several times.
The police were initially just pretending to intervene, letting the family vent their anger, but they immediately realized I had martial arts training and surrounded me to stop me. Because I broke the man's ribs, I was taken to the police station for assault.
Of course, within a day, the police rushed me to the district prosecutor's office. The prosecutor decided not to prosecute me, citing reasons of irrationality and extenuating circumstances, and I was released. My mother scolded me for being too impulsive, but I was still angry. In the end, my parents took my sister home first, while I stayed behind to wait for the semester to end.
A week later, I returned home. Because of my sister, my mother took a week off to stay home with her. When I got home, I took over my mother's job and stayed with my sister.
The biggest difference between my sister and before was that she had become very shy. She was afraid to go out on the street and didn't want to talk to anyone else. The only people she could accept were her closest family members.
"Thank you, Xiaojun." I poured a glass of water for my sister.
She spends almost all her time curled up in bed, wrapped in the blanket, perhaps feeling safer that way. Her sheets were new, bought just a few days ago; the old ones were stained with her blood. The day after Mom and Dad brought her home, while Mom went to buy food, she took a craft knife and slashed her wrists with a deep cut. Even now, every time I change her dressings, I still find it horrifying. After a
few days, my sister and I have gotten used to each other, and we've gradually returned to our old, bickering relationship. After pouring the water, I sat on my sister's bed with my tablet to watch something, while she took a sip of water, put it down beside her, and curled up in the blanket, leaning against me as I watched.
"Xiaojun, aren't you bored keeping your sister company all day?" my sister asked.
These past few days, my parents and I have been watching my sister almost 24/7, afraid she might do something foolish again. So, I stay with her during the day until night, and when Mom comes home, she helps her bathe and go to bed. Of course, during the day, I have to start counting down whenever my sister goes to the bathroom; if it takes too long, I might have to break down the door again.
"No! I haven't talked to you much these past few years, so I'm catching up now." We've always been very close.
"But won't you get bored staying here all day?"
"Want to go for a walk with me, sister?"
"No… I'm too scared."
"With me protecting you, what's there to be scared of?"
"No, I'm just too scared to go out." My sister covered her head with the blanket.
"Fine, if you don't want to, then don't. I like staying in my room, so I'll stay here with you. If you want to stay here forever, I'll stay here with you forever, okay?" I hugged my sister through the blanket, but
she soon pulled away and looked at me, asking.
"You haven't had a girlfriend in college?"
"No... I'm a serious good student."
"That's the best, because your report card came yesterday and you failed two subjects."
"That's because the professor was too jealous of my talent, so he failed me."
"You're so vain... Seriously! You don't even have a girlfriend?"
"Yeah! Will you introduce me to someone?"
"Sure, I'll definitely find you a gorgeous woman."
"Then please, preferably as beautiful as American actress Catherine Zeta-Jones."
"I don't have any foreign friends, so you can keep dreaming. Get up for a second, I need to go to the bathroom." I was still lying on top of my sister.
"Big or small?" I asked.
"Small!" my sister replied impatiently.
I've been keeping a close eye on her these past few days, so I always ask her if she needs to poop or pee before she goes to the bathroom. If it's poop, I'll knock on the door after 8 minutes; if it's pee, I'll give her 3 minutes.
"Okay, 3 minutes, start the timer." Counting my sister's bathroom time has become a kind of fun for me.
"I haven't even gone in yet, so it doesn't count!" my sister pushed me away, got out of bed,
and went to the bathroom. I followed her, and when I got to the bathroom, I called out from outside.
"Three minutes are up, get ready to attack!" I gently knocked on the door a few times.
"Stop it, I haven't even taken my pants off yet!" My sister inside chuckled, amused by my teasing.
"Oh! I'll
wait until you take your pants off before we start attacking." Then there was silence. I realized I'd said the wrong thing, so I waited quietly. Finally, I heard the sound of running water, which made me imagine my sister urinating. After the water stopped, I heard the sound of toilet paper being pulled out. I imagined my sister wiping herself. Finally, the toilet flushed and the faucet was turned on to wash her hands. Then, my sister came out without a word.
"Sorry, sis! I said the wrong thing."
“If it were someone else, you would have been accused of sexual harassment long ago,” my sister said, a little angry.
“That’s why I only dare to tell you.”
“I’ll hit you!” My sister raised her hand as if to hit me.
I quickly ran back to my room, and my sister chased after me. I grabbed the blanket and wrapped myself up like my sister, while my sister lightly hit me through the blanket.
"Okay, okay, I surrender, stop hitting me."
"Let's see if you dare to sexually harass your sister again."
"Let's see if I get the chance."
"Still messing around." My sister hit me again.
"Okay! I'm serious."
"Mmm."
"Sis... I'm really serious, you take a long time in the bathroom, averaging 3 minutes and 20 seconds. Maybe you should see a urologist." Of course, I was just making this up.
"Fine! I'll beat you to death!" My sister pounced on me, hitting
and flattening me. I wasn't going to back down, so I started to fight back. Suddenly, I hit something very soft. I quickly realized it was my sister's breast. I started accidentally hitting her breast from time to time, enjoying the slight touch. My sister didn't seem to notice and continued to play around with me until suddenly a dark shadow appeared in front of me.
"Ouch!" I cried out, covering my eyes.
"What's wrong... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, let me see." My sister realized she'd gone a bit
too far. She removed my hand and leaned in, staring into my eyes. We were very close; if I leaned forward even slightly, I could kiss her lips. I secretly moved forward a little, and my sister, seeing I was also a bit infatuated, didn't pull away. Just as I felt the touch, I blew a strong breath.
"Haha! I fooled you," I pretended to be okay.
"Your eyes are so red, and you're still playing around. I'll get some medicine to put on." My sister instinctively looked away.
After she put on the medicine, I couldn't look at the tablet anymore. My sister told me to lie down on the bed and close my eyes to rest. The two of us slept together on a single bed, facing each other. I could feel my sister's breathing, and I believed she could feel mine too.
Under this warm feeling, I drifted off to sleep, probably for about half an hour. When I woke up, I saw my sister hugging me tightly as we slept. The problem was, I had an erection, my hard penis pressing against her lower abdomen. I dared not move; waking her would be difficult to explain.
But then I noticed my sister peeked through her eyes, then quickly closed them again, probably out of embarrassment. We just stayed like that, my penis stubbornly pressing against her, showing no signs of softening. Then, as it approached noon, my sister's stomach growled.
"Hehehe..." I laughed.
"You...you're so annoying! Hehehe..." My sister opened her eyes and laughed too.
After we stopped laughing, we looked at each other quietly. We hadn't been this close in a long time. Since my sister went to university and didn't live with us anymore, until I moved out, we had spent very little time together in the past three years. Suddenly, I thought my sister was so beautiful.
"Hurry up and take it back!" My sister was originally looking at me with a dazed expression, but suddenly she came to her senses and pouted.
I quickly turned around and moved my penis away from my sister's abdomen. My sister sat up and looked at me awkwardly.
"Um... what do you want to eat later? I don't want to order takeout again today." Because I have to look after my sister, I've been ordering delivery for the past few days.
"How about we eat out?"
"No, I just don't want to go out." "
Then you'll have to cook for me.
" "I'll cook if you're not afraid of getting diarrhea!"
"Don't worry, I'll take some stomach medicine first."
"Silly little brother, watch out or I'll hit you!"
"Threats won't work, because you already hit me."
"Oh... I'm sorry, do your eyes still hurt?" My sister leaned over to look at my eyes again.
"They should be fine now."
"They're still a little red, you should put some medicine on them later."
"Okay."
"What do you want to eat? I'll cook." My sister climbed off me, got out of bed, and turned back to ask me.
"Just make some meatball noodles."
Actually, I had considered this. Noodles and meatballs only need to be boiled in water, and the other seasonings are also very simple. There's no need to use a knife or anything like that, in case my sister suddenly does something irreversible. I stayed in bed until my brother calmed down before getting up, and my sister had already cooked and was waiting for me.
"The noodles were almost cold when you came. You... you didn't do anything you shouldn't have done in my room, did you?"
"What shouldn't I have done?" I knew what my sister meant.
"That's good. Eat up."
"Hmm... I didn't expect this." I took the first bite and prepared to give my opinion.
"Didn't expect what?"
"Didn't expect that taking the stomach medicine earlier was the right decision." I deliberately kept teasing my sister.
"If you don't like it, don't eat it. Anyway, you're the one who's hungry." My sister said nonchalantly.
"Of course I'll eat it! Even if my sister cooks something terrible, I'll still like it.
" "What kind of praise is that?"
"Okay! To be honest, it's pretty good." Anyway, you just throw it in boiling water, so it's unlikely to fail.
"That's more like it."
After we finished eating, I went to wash the dishes, while my sister sat in the living room waiting for me. After I finished washing, my sister took me back to the room. We played for a while and then got tired. My sister applied eye drops to my eyes again and then held me and went to sleep.
This time I slept a little longer, not waking up until after 3 a.m. When I woke up, my penis was hard again, pressing against my sister's lower abdomen. This time, my sister was looking at me with her eyes open.
"Sis, how long have you been awake?"
"About half an hour."
"Why didn't you wake me up?"
"Jun, I'm asking you something, and you have to answer me properly. No joking allowed." My sister told me very seriously.
"Okay." I also put away my smile
. "Do you... like your sister?"
"Yes, I do!"
"You won't mind that I've already been..." My sister couldn't finish her sentence.
"Don't worry about that! I'll beat that bastard to death next time I see him."
"Will you be with me for the rest of your life?"
"Yes! You'll always be my favorite sister."
"But... sister?" She said this very softly, and I didn't hear it clearly.
"What?"
"It's okay, lie down with me for a while longer, okay?" My sister pressed herself against me
, and my penis was sandwiched between our bodies, making it even more comfortable. I believe my sister could feel my penis throbbing with excitement.
In the days that followed, our relationship became increasingly ambiguous, and our conversations sounded less and less like those between siblings. After more than a month, my sister's condition stabilized considerably. Except for court appearances, she spent most of her time in her room. Our parents, exhausted, were also nearing their limit, so my sister decided to let them go on a trip, arranging a week-long vacation for them.
Of course, my parents were worried, but they were truly at their limit themselves; if they collapsed, it would be disastrous. So they entrusted everything to me and went on their trip.
On the very day my parents left, my sister suddenly became very sad and wouldn't speak to me. I held her and tried to comfort her. Finally, through tears, she told me,
"My period didn't come..."
Some things just happen by chance. After being raped by that man, my sister became pregnant with his child. She cried incessantly.
"Sister... are you going to give birth?" I asked.
"No! Absolutely not! I don't want to have that person's child!" My sister broke down again.
"Then when Mom and Dad come back..."
"No... don't let them know!" My sister interrupted me before I could finish.
Later, I took my sister to the OB-GYN at the hospital. My sister was wearing jeans, stockings, and underwear, several layers of clothing, her body wrapped up like a dumpling, before she hugged me and we went out. Of course, it was confirmed that she was pregnant, but because it was very early, it was just a minor surgery. They did some preparatory work today, and we could come to pick up the baby tomorrow.
That night, my sister held me and wouldn't let me go back to my room to sleep. I considered that it wasn't suitable for my sister to sleep alone, so I held her while we slept. Before going to sleep, my sister talked to me for a long time, from things when we were little to things after college.
Until we were both tired, my sister leaned over and gave me a kiss, gently touching my lips.
"Xiao Jun, I love you."
My mind went blank. When I came to my senses, my sister had already turned over and fallen asleep. She was holding my hand and hugging me, so I had no choice but to sleep too.
The next day, I accompanied my sister to the operating room. Not long after we went in, we heard crying inside. A nurse came out and asked me to go in and comfort her. Finally, at my sister's insistence, I stayed by her side at the operating table.
"Jun, I'm scared..." My sister held my hand, and I could feel her trembling and fear.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here with you." I held my sister's hand tightly, accompanying her through the most painful time of her life.
The surgery didn't last long; it was over very quickly. A life was gone just like that. I thought to myself that he appeared at the wrong time. Although it was cruel to him, if he had been born, it would have been even crueler to my sister. So if you have any resentment, resent your father.
After it was over, I let my sister get her medication in the lobby while I asked the doctor to collect some samples for future legal proceedings. After all, these are the strongest and most powerful evidence. Afterward, I took my sister to buy some nutritional supplements to help her recover.
After returning home, I accompanied my sister to her room so she could get some sleep.
"Sis, take a nap, everything will be alright when you wake up," I said, stroking her head to reassure her.
I stayed by her side for a while. After some time, I went to prepare lunch. When I finished, I went to call my sister, but she looked panicked and scolded me.
"Where did you go? Didn't you say you'd be next to me?" My sister was both angry and scared.
"Nothing! I just went to make lunch. Get up and eat." "I don't have an appetite," my sister said,
covering her head with the blanket. "I want to take a shower. " "Oh, then I'll turn on the gas for you." I ran to turn on the gas, then went into the bathroom and removed the dishcloth and other rough items, even taking down the mirror on the sink. "How am I supposed to wash my face if you take the mirror away?" my sister grumbled as she came in. "Oh..." I had no choice but to put the mirror back on and let her go in to shower. For safety's sake, I waited outside. Then I did something that sounded like a pervert: I pressed my ear against the door, listening intently to the sounds inside. I heard the sound of water; my sister must have already started showering. I knew I shouldn't, but my mind started imagining my sister completely naked and wet. Although I had seen it before, she was covered in blood then, and I wasn't in the mood to appreciate it. Suddenly, amidst the sound of dripping water, I thought I heard a sobbing sound. I quickly knocked on the door. "Sister, are you alright?" I asked anxiously. "No...no," my sister replied, her voice trembling with tears. Since she said that, I had no choice but to continue waiting. But just to be safe, I ran to get a ten-dollar coin, just in case I had to kick the door open again. The sound of water stopped, and the room became quiet. Soon after, I started to feel uneasy. My sister's mental state was really unstable; I was afraid she would do something foolish again. "Sister...sister...answer me!" I called out loudly, but there was no response. I hurriedly used a coin to unlock the door. My sister was squatting in the bathtub, crying. I rushed over to comfort her. When she saw me, it was like she had grabbed a rope while falling; suddenly, she felt a pillar of support. "Xiao Jun, hold me!" my sister pleaded , crying . Ignoring her soaking wet state, I pulled her into my arms. She cried and trembled in my arms, the guilt of taking away her child suffocating her. "Xiao Jun, do you think your sister is pretty?" my sister asked me. "You're very pretty." "Really..." "Then would you want me? I'll do anything if you want." "Sister, what are you saying?" Although I knew what my sister meant, I still avoided the question. These days, the ambiguity between my sister and me has gone beyond that of ordinary siblings. I know that sometimes during afternoon naps, my sister would secretly kiss me, and even secretly put her hand into my crotch and touch my penis. Of course, I'm not stupid. I also like my sister very much. I'd be willing to spend my whole life with her. It's just that I still don't have the courage to cross the line between siblings, and I can't tell whether this feeling is the affection between siblings or the love between a man and a woman. "Do you love me? I mean, don't treat me like a sister, but like a woman... Do you love me?" My sister finally asked, and now I couldn't avoid it. "...Sister...I..." "I know," my sister said coldly, then gently pushed me away. "Sister!" But I held her down tightly, not letting her leave me. I've figured it out. Whether it's sibling love or romantic love, I'm willing to spend my whole life with my sister. I don't care about other people's opinions; I only care about the sister in my arms. "Whether you're my sister or a woman, I love you." "Xiao Jun..." We kissed, our tongues intertwined. I naturally began to stroke my sister's back, and she closed her eyes, enjoying it. Soon, our wet bodies started to feel cold. My sister turned on the shower, and warm water cascaded over us. Looking at her long, soaked hair, and the water droplets on her face that were hard to tell if they were water droplets or tears, I was deeply moved. I plugged the drain, leaving the water in the bathtub, and let my sister lie down on it. "I want to see you too," my sister said to me.

Then my sister took off my clothes, and I started rubbing her breasts with my hands. My sister stubbornly let me touch her, even though she was very shy, but she didn't want to spoil my fun.
"How's my figure?" My sister took off my shirt, and I asked her.
"Not bad." She has a well-trained physique; although it can't compare to a bodybuilder's six-pack, it's at least very strong.
"Sis... your figure is pretty good too." I touched my sister's breasts.
"A little small, isn't it?" My sister's breasts weren't particularly impressive, but they felt quite nice to be able to hold in one hand.
"So let me give you a good massage and make them bigger."
"Don't you mind?"
"No way! Anyway, I'm not a breast fetishist. If I wanted bigger breasts, I'd just raise a dairy cow, and..." I hesitated.
"And what?" My sister pressed on.
"And your pubic hair is quite cute." I glanced down; although it hadn't been trimmed, my sister's pubic hair was quite neat.
"Hey!" My sister quickly covered herself with her hands.
"Sis, I want to touch it." I reached out and pushed my sister's hands away, slipping my hand under her lower abdomen.
"It's quite soft."
"I...I want to touch yours too," my sister said shyly and hurriedly, pulling down my pants forcefully.
"This..." My sister exclaimed as my
erect penis was freed from my pants, throbbing with excitement at the prospect of entering her. To be honest, although my penis is only slightly longer than average, its girth is top-notch. I once had sex with my teacher in high school, and she was so weak in the knees that she couldn't attend class.
"Sis, didn't you say you wanted to touch it too?" I pulled her hand over and placed it on my penis.
My sister's slender hands couldn't encircle my thick penis, so she had to hold it with both hands at the same time, while I continued to caress my sister's breasts and pubic hair.
Because I was worried about my sister's mental state, I didn't continue to tease her, nor did I dare to caress her vulva. Unsure if her vulva was wet, I took my sister's hand and squeezed out some lotion, asking her to apply it to my penis.
She carefully stroked my penis, thinking about what she was about to insert, and couldn't help but wonder if it would fit. Whether it would fit or not didn't matter anymore; my sister was determined to get it in, even if it hurt.
I spread her legs and pressed myself inside her, placing one hand behind her head as a pillow. I pressed the head of my penis against her vagina; the head was a whole size thicker than my shaft, making my sister a little scared, and her breathing became increasingly rapid.
"Just relax, sister," I kissed her forehead, gently comforting her, and she calmed down.
"Can I really do this? I'm not... um..." I silenced her with my lips.
"Sister, I want you. You just need to know this."
"Mmm... mmm... come in," my sister said, tears welling up in her eyes. My
glans slowly pushed forward, her labia unable to accommodate my thick penis, instead being forced into her vagina. My sister gripped me with one hand and held onto the non-slip handrail of the bathtub with the other, biting her lower lip to resist the pain from her lower body.
However, there was still lubricant left in her vagina from the surgery, plus the lotion on my penis, so the lubrication was more than enough. I didn't need to worry about hurting her vagina, so I increased the speed of insertion. Finally, my lower body was completely pressed against my sister's, and my entire penis was inside her.
"It's already inside, sister."
"Mmm, move, I want to make you feel good." Throughout the process, my sister didn't close her eyes. Her two big, teary eyes stared straight at me as my
penis began to move in and out of her body. My thick penis pulled out the vaginal flesh, and then I inserted it back into her hole. My sister frowned, resisting the shameful feeling, but she felt very happy inside. Being penetrated by the man she loved most, knowing that he felt good using her body, made her feel no pain.
"Sister... Sister is so happy!" My sister grabbed my back, pressing my upper body firmly against her.
"It feels so good inside you too."
Although it wasn't the first time, my sister's vagina was still very tight. The narrow slit was stretched open by my penis, and the vaginal walls clung tightly to my penis. With my thrusting, the vaginal walls rubbed against my penis, and the tip of my glans occasionally touched my sister's cervix.
The water in the bathtub slowly rose, warming the two of them inside. My sister's wet body was incredibly alluring; I wanted nothing more than to devour her. Her neck and shoulders were covered in my hickeys, and in some places, even teeth marks from light bites. Her
delicate vaginal flesh had endured nearly a thousand ravages from me. I began to worry about my sister's health; after all, she had just had minor surgery that morning. I wondered if she could handle it, and the lubricant and lotion inside her were almost used up, causing my movements to gradually slow down.
"Why are you slowing down? Do you hate your sister? Or are you getting tired of your insides?"
"No, I'm just a little tired," I said, not wanting to say I was worried about her, otherwise she would definitely disregard her own
needs. "It must be that my area isn't feeling well, that's why it's taken you so long to finish," my sister started blaming herself.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... This isn't the first time for my body, so... that's why you feel uncomfortable," my sister quickly took all the blame.
"No, it's not like that. Actually, I was almost done, but I wanted to stay inside you a little longer, afraid that if I finished, you would change your mind and give yourself to me, so I slowed down." I had to come up with another reason:
"No, I won't go back on my word. As long as you still want me, I'll always be by your side." My sister smiled.
"So feel free to ejaculate. I'll accept it completely." My sister started swaying her hips, actively cooperating with my thrusts.
At this moment, I began to feel changes in my sister's vagina. The vagina, which had been making thrusting increasingly difficult, began to moisten again. My sister started secreting vaginal fluid, meaning that she was starting to feel aroused by me, her younger brother, and her body was reacting to making love with me.
My sister watched me panting heavily, and gently wiped the sweat from my face, carefully watching me with a satisfied expression as I continued to have sex with her.
As the water level rose higher and higher, the thrusting became more and more shameful. Each thrust splashed water, and my sister could tell from the sound of the splashes how strong my thrusts were. The water pressure also created a suction force in her vagina, gripping my penis as if trying to squeeze out the semen.
"Sister... I'm going to cum, is it okay inside?" I thought today should be safe.
"Hmm... Cum all inside, sister wants to feel you properly."
"Ah! Ah~~ I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" I trembled, and semen spurted from my glans.
"It's inside, this is Ah Jun's..." Sister also felt my semen,
and from beginning to end, sister didn't close her eyes. She kept looking at me, watching my expression when I orgasmed and ejaculated. Knowing that her body could make me feel good, her heart couldn't help but leap with joy. But I think it was also because she was afraid of recalling the feeling of being violated back then, so she had to look at me in front of her so that the memory of that man wouldn't overlap with reality.
"Do you like... do you like sister's inside?" sister asked me.
"I love it! Your pussy is so beautiful, it wraps me up so tightly."
"I'm glad you like it. From now on, I'm yours. I'll give you everything I have."
We soaked in the bathtub for a while, then started helping each other bathe. My sister regained her energy and showed a genuine smile. Finally, I carried her back to bed and we made love again. For the next week, the whole house was filled with traces of our lovemaking.
My sister's room, my room, the living room, the balcony, the entryway, and even my parents' room became our lovemaking venues.
When my parents came home, I felt that my sister's spirits were much better that noon. With me as her pillar of support, she didn't have any negative thoughts anymore. So I told my sister that I wanted to go to a noodle stall we used to frequent for lunch and asked if she wanted to go.
"No, I don't want to go out." My sister still prefers to stay at home, but she left her room and stayed by my side.
"Then wait for me at home, I'll go buy it." I thought going out for a little while shouldn't be a problem
. "I want to eat that place's plain noodles and fried tofu, I haven't had them in so long." My sister also missed the taste she used to love.
"Okay, wait for me then."
Then I went out, but I didn't expect that when I came back after only fifteen minutes, my sister had changed. She hid in her room and refused to come out to open the door for me. In the end, I had to call a locksmith to open the door for me. After getting rid of the locksmith, my sister locked the door and wouldn't let me in. I found the house key and opened it, and saw my sister hiding under the covers again, crying and trembling.
"What's wrong, sister?"
I finally managed to pull the covers off, but I saw a terrified face. After seeing me, my sister finally let go of her fear and cried as she threw herself into my arms, scolding me incessantly.
"Where did you go? I'm so scared!"
"Are you going to abandon me? Please, Ah Jun, I'll do anything for you, please don't abandon me!" It took me a long time to calm my sister down. At
that moment, I finally understood that my sister's mental state hadn't improved; instead, she was projecting all her fears onto me. Only by my side could she feel at peace.
While my sister was napping, I went online to research. I found that many emotionally wounded girls easily fall in love with their therapists because a last glimmer of hope appears in their shattered hearts, and they will cling to it desperately.
That evening, my parents came home. Because my sister's dependence was so undisguised, they quickly noticed something was wrong. My sister had even told them that we had already had sex. Of course, my parents couldn't accept it and blamed me for doing something beastly while my sister was in this state. My sister was crying and screaming. After a beating and scolding, I was kicked out of the house.
I had no choice but to return to my school dormitory. Two days later, I received a critical condition notice for my sister, and I was told to rush back to the hospital to see her immediately. After losing me, my sister's condition became very unstable, and she finally did something foolish.
"Ah!" I woke up with a start from my chair.
It was just a dream. I was covered in cold sweat, and I still couldn't forget what had happened.
"Honey, what's wrong?" My wife was watching TV and came over to ask worriedly when she saw me.
"Nothing... I just dreamed about some old things." Terrible old things.
"Really? You should talk about it. Keeping it inside will make you sick." My wife reminded me.
"Yes!" I took my wife's hand and kissed it a few times.
"Why did you suddenly do this? You said nothing was wrong."
I kissed the two deep scars on my wrist, feeling incredibly heartbroken. What was my sister thinking when she cut her wrists?
After this incident, my parents' attitudes changed, and they took my sister to see a psychologist.
“I’ve seen many cases like this, involving mothers and sons, fathers and daughters, brothers and sisters, and even mothers and daughters. I can only say that such psychological trauma cannot be controlled by medication. Of course, I could prescribe medication for her entire life, but that would only turn her into a puppet for life. As family members, what you can do is help her make a choice, a choice between morality and her happiness.” Faced with my sister’s severe mental state, the doctor suggested
two options: one was for my sister to stay with me, perhaps I could gradually persuade her in the future; the other was to send my sister to a mental hospital for treatment, but it was more like imprisonment than treatment. In the end, my parents compromised.
After that, my sister and I stayed together. I took a year off from school to be with my sister. After a year, my sister had stabilized a lot. My parents rented a house for us near my school. When I went to class, my sister would stay in the dormitory and act as a housekeeper. I would run home to see my sister after every class, just like a newlywed couple.
Several years later, my sister's mental state recovered, but the only thing that didn't recover was her feelings for me. Her love for me was unshakable; social morality and condemnation of incest couldn't change our love for each other.
"Sister," I hugged her.
"What a nostalgic way to address you. You haven't called me that in so long."
"I love you."
(The End)
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Author's Postscript:
This was a short story written on a whim, about 10,000 words long. The story's structure is very simple, revolving entirely around the siblings, making it quite easy to write. However, this doesn't mean simple stories are inferior. Sometimes, simple techniques can achieve excellent results. Take this story, for example; I believe it will evoke emotions in many readers that are not typical of erotic novels.
Speaking of which, recently I've occasionally heard readers say that my writing is great but not practical. I've actually thought about this myself. Previously, my works focused primarily on sex scenes, but now I'm gradually making them a secondary function. I feel that if a novel consists entirely of sex scenes, the whole story becomes empty. Personally, I think this 10,000-word story is okay, but if a longer story maintained constant sex scenes, it would quickly become tiresome. For example, I've seen some stories with a lot of sex scenes, but I skipped many of them at the end. People are creatures of habit; the initial excitement of associating sex with images eventually fades into mere reading. That's something I don't want readers to experience. Therefore, in this story, I arranged for the female protagonist to be hurt at the beginning, then develop a romantic relationship with the protagonist, and finally let him have sex with her. It's a bit of teasing the reader, but I feel the teasing wasn't quite strong enough; I still need to work on that.
In fact, I'm not someone who sets a fixed writing style. If I have good material, I will naturally add more sex scenes to make the story more practical. Please give me your suggestions if possible. Finally, thank you all for reading this work. I hope to share more works with you in the future.

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