He sexually harassed his sleeping sister and ejaculated inside her.

“Brother.”
“What?”
“We don’t need to watch this game anymore, right?” Lingling rested her head on her brother’s right shoulder, saying lazily, “Arsenal were leading 2-0 in the first half, they’re sure to win.”
“Not necessarily.”
Her brother wrapped his right arm around Lingling’s waist and slapped her thigh hard.
“Ouch!”
“Their defenders are so prone to spacing out, we can’t relax yet.”
It was past 11 p.m. on Saturday night, and there were hardly any cars on the streets.
The brother and sister’s bangs bounced back and forth at a steady pace, and the familiar scent of Vanilla wafted into the brother’s nose through the regular airflow from their right front.
The electric fan had been moved by the brother to the side in front of the sofa, and it oscillated left and right, blowing strong gusts of wind towards the brother and sister at fixed intervals. It had rained outside a while ago, and the air was moist and fresh, making it feel slightly cool even though it was September, just after summer had ended. So the brother and sister were able to sit together on the single sofa opposite the television, leaning close to each other, enjoying the sweetness between opposite sexes and family affection without getting too hot.
Previously, they could only be this close when their mother wasn't around.
Now that their mother was abroad, there was no one to interfere, and in that respect, the brother and Lingling seemed to be in their element.
"Brother,"
Lingling tugged at her brother's clothes with her left hand.
"I want to watch a horror show! I've been waiting a week, let me watch it!"
"Aren't you afraid of those things?"
"That's why I want to watch it."
"What kind of twisted logic is that…"
"What's twisted logic? Riding a roller coaster is the same, isn't it?"
"After watching it, you'll come to my room to sleep at night, and then I'll have to sleep on the floor again." The brother pulled her hand away, answering impatiently, "Wait until you're brave enough to watch those kinds of shows."
"Then I'll sleep on the floor."
"If you don't watch it, nobody has to sleep on the floor."
"Hmm…"
Seeing that her brother resolutely refused to change the channel, Lingling puffed out her cheeks angrily.
"Whatever, I want to watch!"
"Shut up, I can't concentrate on the game."
"..."
This seemingly indifferent attitude finally angered his sister.
"Stupid, stupid brother!"
Lingling scolded as she raised her right hand to slap her brother's head.
"You promised that if I made your favorite roasted pork ribs today, you would let me watch TV, but you broke your promise!"
"But I'm letting you watch now, aren't I?" The brother blocked his sister's attack, grabbing her hands to stop her from moving.
"But I don't want to watch the game."
"So, you mean... you can watch whatever you want?"
"Of course."
"Oh, what a shame. You'd better be clear next time." Facing his exasperated sister, the brother remained calm, deliberately letting out an annoying laugh and revealing a sly smile: "If you don't explain clearly, I won't know."
"Wh-Brother, you..."
"What's wrong? I didn't break my promise."
"...How despicable!!"
Lingling's eyes were brimming with tears, her lower lip tightly pressed together, her voice trembling with suppressed sobs, as if
she was desperately trying to hold back her tears. Seeing his sister's expression, the brother couldn't bear to tease her any longer.
He released Lingling's hands, and before she could react, he hugged her tightly, rubbing his cheek against her hair. Like a kitten rubbing against its beloved pillow, it wouldn't stop until it softened the pillow; one could almost see red hearts constantly appearing above the brother's head.
Whenever Lingling was bullied, her defiant yet tearful face always captivated her brother.
"Let me go, brother!"
Lingling was still angry, and even her brother's unusual hug couldn't quell her rage.
"Don't hug me like that, it's so hot!" She struggled, trying to break free from her brother's embrace. "I don't know a brother who doesn't keep his word!" "I was
just teasing you."
"Hmph?"
"I was planning to show you anyway." Using his physical advantage, the brother tightly bound Lingling with his arms. "I just wanted to tease you a little."
Lingling was wearing a sleeveless tank top with straps less than five centimeters wide, exposing about a third of her breasts. Combined with their loose shorts, the close physical contact inevitably caused their skin to press too closely together.
His arms brushed against Lingling's smooth, delicate shoulders, arousing a slight attraction to the opposite sex in the brother.
"..."
The sister stopped resisting and her aggrieved expression vanished.
"...Brother, you're such a fool."
Receiving her brother's affection, Lingling's attitude finally softened.
She let out a soft, coquettish moan, wrapping her hands around her brother's waist and gently tugging at the back of his shirt, then turning her head to retaliate against the rubbing of his cheek.
It was as if one could see hearts constantly appearing above Lingling, overlapping with her brother's.
"Okay..."
Lingling moved her hands to her brother's abdomen and chest, gently pushing him away.
"The second half has only just begun. You've watched until the sixtieth minute, then it's my turn to watch."
"The sixtieth minute of the second half?" Her brother patted Lingling's head, smiling, "Thank you so much, although I don't think it's likely to last that long."
"The sixtieth minute of the whole match! How could a half last sixty minutes?"
Although she knew her brother was teasing her, Lingling still dutifully complained.
"Honestly, he's already pushing his luck." She muttered under her breath.
There was no response. The brother leaned back on the sofa again, his right arm around Lingling's slender waist, pulling her closer until they were pressed together.
Whenever the brother was in a good mood, he would be especially clingy with his sister.
Clearly, it was because his team was in the lead.
"Hey…brother."
Knowing that her brother had just been teasing her, Lingling wasn't angry anymore. She called softly to her brother, raising her left shoulder, which was pressed against his chest.
"Hmm?"
"Tonight…" she tilted her head back, resting her chin on her brother's arm, "After watching TV, can I go to your room and sleep with you?"
As the younger sister, she sensed that her brother was in a good mood, and he was likely to agree to any request, especially since it was just sharing a room; there was no reason for him to refuse.
Even when she went to middle school, they still occasionally slept together.
"Sleep in my room? Sure."
As expected, she easily got her brother's approval.
"Yeah, that's great." The younger sister happily hugged her brother from the side.
“It just so happens that today is a safe period, how lucky.”
“Yeah, how lucky.”
Even when his sister mentioned a word that shouldn’t have come up, the brother just smiled and let it go.
“Although I don’t think it has anything to do with the safe period.”
“Huh? Brother, are you going to ejaculate outside?” Hearing her brother’s answer, Lingling shook her head, indicating her disagreement: “Ejaculating inside should feel more comfortable, and I also want to know what it feels like to be filled up by brother.”
“Hahaha, you’re trying to make me change my mind, aren’t you?”
The brother said with a laugh, but his voice sounded different from before, becoming particularly stiff.
“…Just kidding.” Lingling bent her neck and explained softly.
The fan continued to hum, but it was too monotonous to be noticed.
The sister’s half-long hair was repeatedly lifted by the wind and hit her brother’s shoulder. To avoid being disturbed, the brother simply picked up a pink hair tie from the table and tied his sister’s hair into a ponytail.
As her brother said, Arsenal's inconsistent defense created numerous scoring opportunities for Norwich, ensuring the match didn't lose its tension despite Arsenal taking an early two points. Instead, it fueled Norwich's attacking ambitions, and the pace of the game didn't slow down at all, even gradually quickening.
Even against a team known for its yo-yoing between the Premier League and Championship, Arsenal, as one of the Premier League's giants, didn't demonstrate overwhelming strength.
Lingling leaned on her brother's shoulder, her eyes sleepy.
She had watched many football matches with her brother since childhood, and was quite familiar with the rules, famous teams, and even their playing styles and tactics. But despite this, Lingling still didn't have much interest in football. Like any ordinary girl, she enjoyed watching dramas, cooking shows, and weight-loss programs—programs specifically tailored for women. Naturally, her brother wasn't interested in these shows, so the usual battle for the remote control frequently took place in the living room.
Arsenal's goal was repeatedly challenged by Norwich's strikers, causing the older brother to tense up. When Arsenal attacked, he was so excited he wanted to jump off the sofa. But with his sister still pressed against him, he could only desperately suppress his surging emotions.
Lingling's calm and steady breathing unconsciously helped calm him down.
Outside the window, apart from the chirping of insects, there was almost no other sound. Vehicles and pedestrians had completely disappeared from the alleyway as midnight approached. Only the occasional, extremely faint voice came from next door. It seemed that Xiaoqi didn't plan to go to sleep too early that night, wanting to enjoy a little longer of her leisurely and carefree weekend.
However, Xiaoqi's father was rather strict and would likely urge her to go to her room to sleep soon.
For the brother and sister, whose parents were not in the country, they could fully enjoy their weekend.
The minute hand was pointing downwards, exactly the time they had agreed upon with their sister.
The sixtieth minute of the match.
Arsenal still led 2-0, neither extending nor narrowing the gap, while Norwich's players were showing signs of fatigue and unable to mount any effective attacks.
Arsenal's victory seemed assured, almost a foregone conclusion.
The older brother confidently placed the remote control in front of Lingling.
However, he waited for her hand to take it.
"...Lingling?"
"..."
He called softly to his sister, but received no response.
A soft, steady breathing sounded beside him, and Lingling's body rose and fell gently in the same rhythm. The older brother turned his head and glanced at Lingling; as expected, her eyes were closed.
She was asleep.
Lingling's bedtime was always fixed at eleven o'clock. If it was past that time, her biological clock would react, making her extremely sleepy. Even for overnight trips like her graduation trip, Lingling had never stayed up past one. The older brother had thought she could at least stay up until midnight, but unexpectedly, Lingling had already surrendered.
If he had realized earlier that Lingling wouldn't stay up this late, he would have let her watch the program she wanted.
Thinking this, the older brother felt a pang of guilt towards his younger sister.
He gently stroked Lingling's head, his movements careful not to wake her. His fingers rubbed back and forth across the strands of hair on her head, the hairs touching her skin being moved by his touch, tugging between her head and hand, gently rubbing against her.
Every movement was full of affection.
Lingling, in her sleep, unconsciously shrank her shoulders.
The right shoulder strap of the sleeveless vest, which resembled a cute little top, slipped down her right shoulder because of this movement, falling to the outside of her arm.
The fabric that had been covering her right breast also loosened, and Lingling was not wearing a bra, her entire round upper breast almost completely exposed. If it weren't for her full and firm breasts preventing the clothes from slipping down, her lower breasts and the unseen peaks would have been completely exposed as well.
The skin on her chest seemed so delicate that it could be broken with a touch, faintly reflecting the light from the ceiling fluorescent light.
Seeing this, the older brother had clearly lost interest in the football match.
"More effective than I thought... green papaya and pork rib stew," he muttered to himself. "She's only been eating this for a little over a year, and she's already surpassed Mom in size. If she eats it for a few more years, I wonder what she'll be like."
Out of personal preference, the older brother had frequently made green papaya and pork rib stew for his younger sister over the past year, attempting to mold Lingling into his preferred type. Now, the results were obvious. The mother, unaware of her brother's intentions, assumed he simply wanted to prepare some developmental supplements for his sister who was entering puberty. She appreciated her son's good intentions and often bought pork ribs and green papaya from the supermarket to help him stew it.
Now, his sister possessed a pair of impressive D-cup breasts, and the older brother found it difficult to look directly at her.
After all, she was still a naive and innocent high school boy.
Petite in stature, yet with an exceptionally full chest, her figure was undeniably the most alluring to him.
These past few days, he had repeatedly been subjected to his sister's verbal and physical advances. Although he always firmly refused, citing the principle of siblings not being too close, his rationality was already on the verge of collapse. It wasn't that he didn't want more contact with Lingling, but he was deeply afraid that crossing the line would change their sibling relationship and even cause the family to break apart.
He couldn't be honest with Lingling about this, because if she knew he had desires for his own sister, she would inevitably escalate her advances without considering the consequences.
He wasn't confident he could control his lust then.
Thinking of this, the brother couldn't help but smile bitterly. He gently pinched Lingling's loose right shoulder strap with his fingers, trying to pull it back up without disturbing her.
However, the clothes were caught in Lingling's arm and couldn't be pulled back.
He had no choice but to give up.
After this tug-of-war, the clothes, which were already barely covering the tops of her breasts, slipped down even further, only held up by the edge of the clothes hanging on her nipples.
A pinkish tinge, slightly darker than the surrounding fabric, peeked out from beneath the cloth.
The older brother could barely control his neck, unable to resist looking down at his sister's chest. He hadn't seen such a private part of her body since they stopped bathing together two years ago. Back then, Lingling's secondary sexual characteristics hadn't yet developed significantly, and seeing it wouldn't have stirred any particular feeling. But now it was different; Lingling's body possessed fully developed female functions and appearance.
This aroused the older brother's primal instincts as a male.
Although he had touched her breasts several times, either accidentally or through his sister's deliberate teasing, mostly on her back or arms, and occasionally their chests would brush against each other, he couldn't truly appreciate the softness of her body. It was like having a spoonful of the finest caviar in front of him, but being ordered to swallow it whole.
Since they had already made contact so many times, and considering that he had personally nurtured her breasts in a certain way, it was only natural to use his hands to directly examine them, wasn't it?
This thought made his heart race.
He knew this was just an excuse; in reality, he was aroused by his sister's sexy body, just as Lingling was aroused by her brother.
The brother fully realized this fact, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him.
Yet, he couldn't stop these thoughts.
His rationality had always prevailed over his desires, because he feared that if he succumbed to his sister's temptations, their family relationship would be drastically altered. But now things were different. Lingling was asleep. Even if he did something, as long as he didn't wake her, his sister wouldn't know what had happened, and the atmosphere between the siblings wouldn't change.
The unsteady scales finally tipped.
The brother reached out to his sister…
his right hand went under Lingling's right arm.
The brother himself couldn't believe what he was about to do.
At first, he only used the tips of his middle and ring fingers to lightly touch the lower half of Lingling's heavy right breast, sliding his fingers along the surface of his sister's chest, making circles in place. She wasn't wearing anything under her vest, and even this touch was enough to make him feel the texture of his sister's breasts, but no matter what, the brother couldn't be satisfied with the status quo.
He slowly increased the pressure of his fingers, letting his fingertips sink slightly into her soft breast, then carefully releasing and pulling back to their original shape.
He repeated the same action several times, and the number of fingers gradually increased.
From the initial middle and ring fingers, he added his little finger, then his index finger, and even his thumb joined in. Not just his fingertips, but his second and even third fingers, urged on by his male hormones, were successively added. Finally, even his palm was pressed tightly against his sister's right breast.
He had already clearly understood that Lingling's breasts were too large for one hand to cover, and now he had proven it to himself, a sense of accomplishment tinged with guilt welling up within him.
For him at this moment, it was like an anesthetic.
His heart pounded violently, almost as if it would leap out of his throat; he was extremely nervous, yet also incredibly excited. This was something he absolutely couldn't do, especially not with his own sister, whom he had protected since childhood, his blood relative. But it was precisely this that made his head spin, making him unable to resist.
Remembering Lingling's repeated harassment of him before, he seemed less resistant.
He understood what that feeling was like.
He pressed his cheek against Lingling's head, slowly rubbing it.
It wasn't just the male's instinctive desire for the female; another emotion seemed to be growing and spreading within him—an intense, indescribable love he had never felt before.
His right hand remained on the lower half of his sister's breast, gently tracing its contours without applying pressure or squeezing, tracing its shape through the fabric of her clothes. Then, his hand moved back down, lifting slightly to feel the weight of her breast, trying to gauge her development. Although well-developed and full-bodied, her nipples, due to her youth, had only slightly sagged naturally, forming a flawless teardrop shape. "
If she were to audition as a child model, she definitely wouldn't have trouble getting clients," the brother thought. But as long as he was alive, he would never allow his sister to sell her body.
Even though his actions at that moment were utterly unconvincing.
The brother couldn't resist gently opening his fingers, applying a little pressure so that the pads of all five fingers could sink into his sister's breasts, savoring their sweetness. Perhaps due to the pressure on her chest, Lingling let out a soft moan, which should have startled the brother and made him restrain himself, but instead made him even more uncontrollable.
His hand trembled, unable to control his strength, sometimes gently, sometimes roughly massaging his sister's breasts, his breathing heavy and unsteady, exhaling into Lingling's ear.
If they were discovered, their sibling relationship would be over.
The brother knew this very well.
But the thought that once the sibling bond was broken, he could henceforth succumb to his desires, openly accept Lingling's temptations, and taste the forbidden fruit with his own sister, excited him immensely. He
was caught in a battle of wills.
Under the influence of lust, the brother withdrew his hand.
He didn't stop there; on the contrary, his hand touched his sister's breasts again.
And this time, he slipped his hand inside from the side opening of her vest.
His middle finger slipped inside his sister's clothes first, followed by his index and ring fingers. His heart pounded even harder, and he felt a slight pain. He couldn't see where his hands were, nor how far they were from his sister's bare chest. He could only move his fingers slowly and cautiously, exploring.
After a while, he realized his fingers were still at the opening of her vest.
He steeled himself, made up his mind, and pushed straight in.
He hadn't moved far before his fingertips felt a smooth
, delicate touch. His breathing and heart palpitations were uncontrollable. He gasped for breath, desperately trying to control the airflow from his mouth and nose, causing him to exhale in several short, intermittent breaths, and inhale in the same way. He had never experienced such tension before; neither his first soccer game nor his high school entrance exams had made him so nervous. He closed his eyes, murmuring Lingling's name without arousing his vocal cords, as if to bolster his courage.
Even though he was betraying Lingling at this very moment.
His fingers slowly slid forward, the fingertips rubbing directly against the skin of her breasts. To his surprise, the touch was far smoother than he had imagined.
His hand moved uncontrollably downwards, his ring and middle fingers gently lifting the lower part of his sister's alluring breasts, his palm lightly touching her chest, almost touching, their bodies constantly exchanging physical warmth. The concept of siblings, instead of enhancing his remaining rationality, fueled the burning desire within him, making it difficult to stop.
His right hand began to slowly move upwards, from the lower half of her breasts to the top.
Soon after, the outer side of his index finger touched something slightly hard.
His heart skipped a beat again.
He knew what it was, but he dared not look directly at it. He simply bent his index finger, brushed it over the raised nipple, and pinched it between his index and middle fingers.
Having done this, there was no turning back; he instantly realized that.
The game continued. Just moments before, Arsenal had scored their third goal, and the game was practically decided. But the brother felt no joy or excitement for his team's victory. He was completely focused on his inappropriate actions towards his sister's body. He not only pinched her erect nipple between his fingers but even applied pressure to his fingertips, forcing the tip into her soft, smooth flesh. His five fingers, like sharp claws, gripped his sister's bare breasts, rubbing them counter-clockwise incessantly.
Not only the brother, but even the sleeping sister's breathing became rapid and heavy, tinged with alluring moans.
Could Lingling actually be awake? The brother couldn't help but wonder.
But that didn't matter anymore. At this moment, even if he thought his sister was pretending to be asleep, he couldn't stop. In fact, if Lingling really was pretending, it only fueled his desire to tease her more. He wanted to hear her suppressed moans of pleasure, to see her flushed face the next morning, yet feigning indifference.
He wanted to completely possess his sister, body and soul.
While his right hand caressed Lingling's breasts, his left hand reached down to her left thigh, sliding inside and moving up and down. Sometimes he used the back of his fingers, sometimes his fingertips, sometimes his palm, repeatedly using different parts of his hand to tease Lingling's tender, white thigh. Stimulated
by his brother's sexually suggestive actions, Lingling couldn't help but straighten her left leg, her body stiffening, her waist arching slightly.
Even with such a strong reaction, the brother still didn't intend to slow down.
He moved his left hand further up, slipping it inside Lingling's loose trousers, his fingers circling near her thigh. Lingling couldn't help but furrow her brow, panting softly, but she kept her eyes tightly shut and offered no resistance.
Unsure if she was faking sleep, her brother simply ignored it.
His hand on her chest kneaded more aggressively, repeatedly pressing against her chest, causing her to gasp unnaturally. His left hand wasn't idle either, still gently caressing her inner thighs, occasionally touching between her legs before quickly moving away. Whenever her brother made these provocative moves, Lingling would moan and bite her lower lip.
Seeing Lingling like this, her brother completely lost all restraint.
He kissed Lingling's forehead, then quickened his movements.
When Lingling gripped his sleeves and the hem of his shirt, her brother was certain she was awake. Of course, he didn't intend to stop, because Lingling still kept her eyes closed, trying to pretend she was still asleep.
However, her body language easily betrayed her.
Under her brother's relentless onslaught, Lingling finally lost control of her vocal cords, unable to resist letting out pleasurable murmurs. Her legs straightened and stiffened, her whole body trembling uncontrollably. Her left hand gripped her brother's clothes tightly, her right hand covered her mouth, trying desperately to prevent the sound from escaping, but to no avail.
Her brother lowered his head and kissed his beloved sister again.
But this time, it was on her bare, white, full breasts.
Lingling's waist suddenly arched upwards, her legs trembled, and her toes stretched out forcefully.
Her whole body convulsed as if electrocuted, and she let out a soft, excited hiss in her throat. Her hands wrapped around her brother's neck, passionately entwining with him.
It wasn't until a minute later that the two gradually calmed down.
Unexpectedly, Lingling still refused to open her eyes.
She slumped against the sofa, panting heavily, her bangs damp with sweat, a few strands of hair sticking to her wet forehead.
Her body convulsed intermittently from the afterglow of her orgasm, her legs occasionally stiffening, then immediately relaxing again. Despite her obvious reaction, Lingling continued to feign sleep. Her sweaty chest rose and fell with her breath, making her already impressive breasts appear even more alluring and sexy.
Unbeknownst to him, his penis was already erect.
It wasn't for other women, but for his own sister who shared his blood; it was for the desire to engage in reproductive acts with the sister he had grown up with.
He wanted to insert his penis into her body, to become one with her.
His mind was filled with these thoughts.
He carefully withdrew his right arm from under Lingling's body and slowly stood up from the sofa.
Even knowing Lingling was only pretending to be asleep, he reflexively moved very quietly to avoid disturbing her.
Standing in front of the sofa, he pulled down his shorts and underwear, revealing his engorged, purplish-red, veiny genitals. He had almost never had a physical reaction when bathing with his sister before, let alone achieved such an erection. This was a rare display of infatuation that his sister had never witnessed before.
Lingling slightly raised her eyelids, revealing only a narrow slit.
The thick penis instantly came into view, causing her to immediately close her eyes again.
Just one glance, and that enormous thing was deeply etched into Lingling's mind, impossible to erase. Lingling's face flushed red as she imagined its touch, shape, and color, and the feeling of it entering her body. These images in her mind caused her recently orgasmed private parts to twitch again, overflowing with lustful fluids, as if desperately thirsty.
Through the slight trembling of Lingling's lower body, her brother knew she had caught a glimpse of the erect penis.
No more hesitation.
Her brother bent down, reached out and pinched the elastic band of her shorts, pulling them apart to the sides, then slowly dragging them down to reveal pure white panties adorned with pink bows. The shorts were pulled down to her thighs, knees, and all the way to her heels. Lingling intentionally or unintentionally raised her legs slightly, making it easier for her brother to remove her panties.
The thin fabric between her legs was now soaked through with her juices, becoming translucent and clinging tightly to her most private lips, revealing the outline of her genitals.
Knowing this, Lingling's juices flowed even more profusely, her appearance becoming even more shameful, creating an unstoppable vicious cycle.
Her brother, nearly unable to contain himself, grasped his penis and pressed the purplish glans against her labia, clumsily rubbing it up and down through her wet, sticky panties.
The tip slid along the crevice, as if it were its predetermined path.
Lingling's breathing deepened and quickened, filled with excitement and anticipation.
She knew that the thing pressing between her legs was her brother's magnificent genitals, which she had longed for. Ever since she learned to masturbate, her brother had been her constant object of sexual fantasy. Lingling had used various fruits and vegetables or props to simulate her brother's genitals, and now, in actual contact, she was completely unable to stop her from flowing with her juices.
She couldn't help but twist her hips, seeking pleasure from her brother.
Already on the verge of a passionate breakdown, the brother suddenly felt a surge of desire to tease his sister.
He pulled down her panties, revealing her smooth, hairless vulva. He slowly rubbed his glans against the slit, the fluid overflowing from her vagina constantly coating the tip of his penis, flowing down the veins to his testicles, and finally dripping onto the floor.
But no matter what, he refused to penetrate her.
Lingling twisted her waist more and more violently, moaning like a kitten. She suppressed the surging desire within her, biting her lower lip, gripping the back of the sofa with both hands, panting heavily. The aching and numb feeling in her lower abdomen brought her to the brink of collapse. She glanced down at her brother's bulging, veiny penis, and a small wave of fluid suddenly gushed out, splashing onto his penis and pubic hair.
But her brother still didn't give Lingling what she wanted, merely circling around her vulva.
He enjoyed watching his sister's expression of wanting but not being able to have it.
The younger sister knew her brother had discovered she was pretending to be asleep, but she worried that if she opened her eyes, he would stop because of embarrassment.
So she kept her eyes tightly shut, pretending to be asleep.
The brother's teasing intensified. He had initially only been tracing circles on the slit, but seeing that his sister still didn't intend to get up, he grasped his glans and used the tip of his penis to clamp down on her engorged, burning clitoris.
Intensely stimulated, Lingling couldn't help but scream, then immediately fell silent, only making a soft sound from her lips. The brother became increasingly excited, his own desire unable to be contained any longer. The half-naked, feminine body of the young girl, panting softly with unfulfilled desire, was something no one could resist, including the brother.
He moved his glans downwards, aiming it at the hollow between her labia.
Her juices were still trickling out, soaking his glans and urethral opening.
Then, with a sudden thrust of his hips, he forcefully inserted his engorged, throbbing penis.
"Ugh! Ughhhhhhh!!"
Lingling screamed, her hands quickly wrapping around her brother's neck.
His glans first struck the vaginal wall at the midpoint, then he slightly adjusted his position, following the curve of his penis, forcefully penetrating Lingling's body until the glans hit her cervix.
"Lingling…Lingling…" After fully merging with his sister, he stopped his thrusting, his hands tightly embracing Lingling's back. He quickly noticed that Lingling was still wearing her vest. Driven by unbridled lust, he bit down on the neckline of the vest, tearing it open like a wild beast.
Her large, white breasts sprang out.
The brother maintained his tight penetration, lowering his neck to suckle Lingling's already erect left nipple, his tongue circling the areola.
"Mmm... Brother, brother, brother!"
Lingling arched her back again, her hands behind her brother's head, her legs trembling, enjoying the pleasure of making love with her brother. The folds of her vaginal walls were repeatedly massaged and stimulated by the throbbing of the blood vessels in his penis, making her feel as if an unknown creature had burrowed into her body, intending to lay eggs inside her.
Clear fluid from his penis was slowly flowing into Lingling's vagina.
After releasing their lips, the brother lowered his head and glanced at their joined parts, unexpectedly discovering something that shocked him.
"Lingling," he said anxiously, looking at Lingling, who was only wearing underwear,
"you... aren't bleeding?"
"Yes..."
Lingling lowered her head apologetically and answered softly.
"I'm sorry, brother, I'm...not a virgin anymore."
"!"
Hearing this from Lingling's own ears was like a bolt from the blue for her brother.
While he wasn't there, while he was unaware, while he was probably doing other things, Lingling had already enjoyed her first sexual experience with some man.
How could he accept this fact?
"Who!? Who did it with! What's your relationship with him! Were you raped? Or was it consensual?" Her brother bombarded his sister with questions.
"Where is he now? Tell me!"
"Calm down, brother."
"How can I calm down!? My beloved sister was actually..."
"..."
"So who is it? Whether you consented or not, I'm going to settle accounts with him!"
Lingling looked at her brother and smiled sweetly.
"...There's no other way, brother." She cupped her brother's cheeks in her hands, looking closely at his face: "He's no longer in this world."
"Could it be...dead?"
"Well...I should say, he was eaten by you, brother."
"Eaten? Me?" Her brother looked puzzled, his brows furrowing in suspicion.
Lingling shyly turned her head away and whispered the answer.
"My first love was actually... a cucumber."
"Why didn't you say so from the beginning!"
"Because... haha!"
Her brother didn't give her a chance to explain, immediately thrusting forward forcefully. His glans violently collided with Lingling's soft and elastic cervix, and Lingling felt a rush of heat surge into her brain, leaving her flustered.
The veins wrapped around his penis constantly rippled the folds of Lingling's vaginal walls. The brother and sister simultaneously received the teasing of each other's genitals, panting and intensely demanding each other's bodies. Their hands were wrapped around each other's backs, the sister's soft, full breasts pressed tightly against her brother's strong chest, flattening her nipples into fleshy mounds, their nipples occasionally brushing together, increasing the pleasure of sex.
After dozens of passionate thrusts, the older brother pressed his glans tightly against Lingling's cervix again, his waist slowly and irregularly rotating, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, as if exploring the door to the uterus for his glans.
"Brother... Brother! Brother! At this rate... Lingling... is going to... is going to heaven! Brother!!"
The glans kept making intimate contact with Lingling's cervix, and the excited Lingling couldn't help but grip her brother's back tightly with her fingers, leaving bloody marks.
"Whoosh! Brother... harder, harder... um, um ahhhhhh!!"
"I want you to know that I can make you feel better than a cucumber or anything like that."
The shield-like structure behind the older brother's glans gently scraped against the folds of Lingling's flesh.
“I won! Brother won! This is the first time I’ve ever felt this good… Brother! Brother! Lingling… Lingling, for the rest of my life… I can only make love with you, brother!”
“Lingling… Me too, for the rest of my life I can only make love with you…”
He pressed his lips to Lingling’s cherry lips with deep affection, silencing her moans.
In the midst of their passionate lovemaking, the brother’s glans found the entrance to her cervix. He squeezed his hips together, and the tip of his penis arched upwards, gripping the indentation in Lingling’s cervix.
Then, before his sister could react, he forcefully thrust inside.
“Huh… Ah?”
The sudden stimulation left Lingling speechless. Her eyes widened, her mouth agape, and tears of excitement streamed from her eyes, her
expression a mixture of confusion and unease. She vaguely sensed that her brother’s penis had entered a place it shouldn’t have entered.
“Huh? Strange… Brother… Brother…”
Then, Lingling’s hysterical, lewd moans echoed through the living room.
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Ah
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ahh
...

Although worried about getting Lingling pregnant, he remembered that Lingling had said today was her safe period, so he relaxed a little and focused on moving in sync with Lingling's movements.
The veins in his penis throbbed, repeatedly striking Lingling's most delicate and sensitive areas.
"Brother, I...I can't take it anymore, I'm going to...I'm going to come!"
The little sister in his arms cried out, her legs bent and clamped around her brother's buttocks, her arms tightly bound to his back, as if afraid he would back down at the last minute.
"Come with me... okay, okay? Mmm... brother, ah... brother!"
"I'm about to cum too, Lingling..." The brother stuck out his tongue and licked his sister's flushed face back and forth: "Where should I cum? Where do you want me to cum? Hmph? Lingling, Lingling?"
"Into the uterus, brother... cum all, all of it into Lingling's uterus..."
Lingling gasped and pleaded.
"Do you want me to cum inside? Really? I'll cum all of the stinky semen that I should have put on toilet paper and thrown in the trash can before bed into your most important part, are you sure you want it?"
"Yes... I want brother, all of it, not a drop left out! Brother!"
Under her brother's teasing words, Lingling was on the verge of her limit.
Her breathing was short and rapid, her neck was thrown back, her breasts, belly, genitals, every inch of skin on the front of her body was pressed tightly against her brother, as if the two of them had always been the same individual.
“Brother…brother, brother! Brother!!”
“Lingling! I’m…I’m going to cum!!” The brother gritted his teeth, his mouth emitting moans similar to Lingling’s.
“Cum quickly! Cum more, I want brother to fill me up!”
“Ling, Lingling!!”
“Brother!!!”
Amidst their mutual calls, the brother’s penis opened wide, and hot semen sprayed into his sister’s unsuspecting uterus like a water gun. The brother’s buttocks tensed and relaxed back and forth, spraying sperm into his sister’s body round and round.
The brother and sister reached orgasm at the same time.
“It’s inside! Brother’s genes are inside!!”
Lingling hugged her brother’s neck tightly and shouted in his ear.
“It’s clearly…um…similar to mine…um, it still came inside. Um…this is too…um, too bad, um, brother!” Every time her brother’s penis spurted out a spurt of semen, Lingling couldn’t help but gasp.
Not only her brother, but Lingling's body also convulsed from the climax, her legs occasionally pressing hard against her brother's buttocks, drawing him deeper into her body.
She had never experienced such a pleasurable sensation.
"Lingling... silly Lingling... you're only saying this now, it's too late... I've already ejaculated inside my little sister's uterus..."
"Just now, the fluid in... um, brother's genitals, is now, um, inside... all of it... um, it's all inside... brother, brother... you're so naughty, brother... um!"
The two were lost in the passion of their climax, embracing and entwining.
The sister gazed at her brother's face, watching the man who was now continuously pouring semen into her body. She couldn't help but peck at her brother's sexy lips, returning the kiss with each ejaculation.
Until the volcano stopped erupting and the sister's spasms subsided.
"Brother."
After the climax, Lingling straightened her upper body and gently touched her brother's left cheek with her forehead.
"What, what are you up to now?"
"Nothing."
She smiled shyly and said to her brother the words she had once said.
"...I love you so much."
"Me too."
This time, her brother gave a positive response.

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