Sister's beautiful breasts

My sister's beautiful breasts

: The story begins about a year ago. My eldest sister was twenty-five that year, nine years older than me. She had been married for over two years. My second sister was two years younger than my eldest. She worked as a music teacher at a school. She wasn't tall, but very well-proportioned. She was petite and delicate. With a straight nose and a pretty face, she was quite a beauty. She loved music and had dreamed of becoming a great pianist since childhood. Everything else was secondary to her, including boys. Although she was in her twenties, she had never had a close boyfriend.
I wasn't a bad kid to begin with. But after browsing many Japanese adult websites online, I gradually developed a very strong sexual fantasy about women's breasts. The large or small breasts of women on the street or at school became my objects of lust. The innocent boy I once was had gradually transformed into a little pervert. That summer came earlier than usual. May was already very hot. The women on the street were all wearing very thin and small clothes. Their curvaceous figures exuded an untamed allure. Especially alluring were the women in tight-fitting tops, their breasts seemingly about to burst forth from the thin fabric. I longed to pounce and grab them.
Because my mother preferred fresh air and our financial situation had improved, we recently moved to a quiet suburb. Suburban houses are generally larger than city houses. Our house was no exception, surrounded by courtyards in the front and back, and quite a distance from the nearest neighbor. Although the location was rather remote, my second sister's school wasn't too far, so she always got home before me. This day was no exception; standing at the door, I could already hear the piano music drifting from inside.
Entering, I saw her sitting alone at the piano.
I said, "Second sister, I'm home,"
and quickly grabbed a bottle of iced drink from the refrigerator, trying to cool down the desire aroused by the sight of her beautiful breasts on the way home.
Before I could even take a sip, I heard my second sister's voice. "Little brother, come and take a look at this sheet music. This is my new composition, the culmination of months of hard work."
Although I know a little about the piano, I'm not particularly passionate about it. I picked up the sheet music and glanced at it a few times. Actually, I didn't really understand it, but I casually remarked, "It's quite remarkable."
My second sister, upon hearing this, revealed a smug look on her face: "Really? Little brother , you're so good with words. Don't move. Let me play you a piece right now."
Actually, if I had a choice, I would rather go back to my room and masturbate. But not wanting to go against her wishes, I said, "Very well, please let the great pianist play a piece for me."
And so, the music, which I couldn't tell was good or not so good, began to drift into my ears.
Although the music continued, my mind was still filled with the image of the huge, beautiful breasts I had seen on the way. Lost in my thoughts, my gaze unconsciously followed my second sister's hands as she played the keys. Suddenly, a beautiful cleavage came into view, instantly pulling me back from my reverie.
I focused and looked more closely. Indeed, an incredibly alluring cleavage was peeking out from under my second sister's collar.
Although I immediately realized I should look away, the allure of a woman's cleavage was simply irresistible. My eyes were like magnets, unable to look away.
The V-neck of my second sister's shirt wasn't too low, but because my gaze was looking down at her chest from behind, the top of her cleavage still managed to sneak a peek out. Gazing at these breasts, which I hadn't paid much attention to before, I realized that while my second sister didn't have a pair of super-sized breasts, they looked remarkably perky at that moment. Because the shirt was thin and soft, the outline of her bust was also faintly visible through the fabric.
This accidental temptation triggered an uncontrollable desire in me for my own sister that I would later develop.
Like a searchlight, my gaze swept back and forth across my second sister's upper body. Sure enough, I noticed that when her arms swayed as she played the piano, I could glimpse the light blue bra from between her sleeves and armpits. Although it was only a small part of the side of the bra, it was already incredibly provocative in this moment of heightened lust.
Unconsciously, my right hand was already in my pocket, kneading my already erect penis. The more I looked, the more intense my lust burned. Suddenly, I imagined my hands pressing down on my second sister's breasts from behind, vigorously squeezing her firm, fleshy breasts. Just then, a very deep piano melody startled me from my lewd fantasies.
It turned out my second sister had finished playing her new piece. Turning around, she asked, "How was it? Was it good?"
When she saw my flushed face, she asked curiously, "Oh! Little brother, are you hot?"
To avoid her seeing my embarrassing state in front of my crotch, I immediately turned and rushed to the bathroom. While answering, I said, "It's nothing, just a little stomachache." I added at the end, "Sister's new piece is truly first-rate." But in my heart, I was thinking, "Sister's breasts are truly first-rate."
After closing the bathroom door, I splashed cold water on my face, trying to cool down my lust, but it was no use. My second sister's high, full breasts kept flashing through my mind, the more I thought about them, the more unbearably aroused I became. I had to release this burning desire. I pulled out my hard penis from my pants and began to masturbate.
After about ten strokes, I noticed the laundry basket nearby. After searching for a moment, I found what I was looking for: a black lace bra. I figured it must belong to my second sister. I brought the bra to my nose and inhaled a faint, lingering fragrance. The thought that what I was smelling was my second sister's breast scent stimulated my penis to the point of feeling like it was about to burst. I couldn't wait to cover my swollen glans with one of the bra cups and slowly rubbed it, while fantasizing about my penis going in and out of my second sister's breasts. Waves of pleasure surged from my glans into my brain.
In no time, my excitement reached its boiling point. I pressed my hand harder against my glans through the bra cup, and my ejaculation came.
After that, my second sister's bra and panties became my masturbation tools. On nights when my libido was high, I would sometimes ejaculate two or three times before I could fall asleep. When I saw my second sister during the day, just thinking about how her panties, which clung to her breasts and mons pubis, were stained with my semen, was enough to keep my penis hard for half a day.
As the days went by, my desire for my second sister's body did not decrease in the slightest; on the contrary, it intensified.
That night, I smelled the scent of her breasts from her bra while stroking my penis with a pair of light green lace panties.
But this monotonous method could no longer satisfy my surging desire. At that moment, a voice seemed to say in my mind, "You idiot, what's the use of just sitting here fantasizing? Come on, take some real action!"
As if possessed, I actually climbed out of bed, crossed the dark corridor, and sneaked to my second sister's bedroom door. Since everyone in the house was family, there was no need to be wary; the door to my second sister's bedroom was not locked. I gently turned the doorknob, slowly pushing the door open. Although the light inside was off, the faint light filtering in from the back doorway allowed me to vaguely see what was inside. Once the door was halfway open, I could see the front of the bed. My second sister was lying on the bed, seemingly asleep. After a moment, seeing she hadn't moved, I mustered my courage and slipped into the room. I turned back and gently closed the door behind me, then crawled towards the bed. This short distance took me almost half a minute to reach the bedside.
In the dim light, I noticed my second sister was wearing a tight-fitting tank top. Even lying on her back, the bra made her full breasts stand erect. The tight fabric made them appear even larger than usual. The rounded base and pointed peaks were a sight to behold. What was I doing in the darkness? Admiring her beautiful breasts, I masturbated, using the bra I'd brought to cover my penis, which quickly swelled.
After a while, the voice in my head rang again: "With such beautiful breasts before you, how can just looking be enough? It would be such a waste not to reach out and touch them."
My lust surged. I immediately reached out my free hand and pressed it towards my left breast, which was near the edge of the bed. Just before my palm touched her breast, I stopped. I thought, "What if I wake my second sister?"
I wanted to retract my outstretched claws, but I couldn't bear to. Caught between a rock and a hard place, a voice in my head urged, "Be gentle so you don't wake her. If you do wake her, go for it. Before she screams, knock her unconscious and subdue her. Rape her right there on your second sister's bed. She's shy and timid; she might not have the guts to tell anyone about being raped by her own brother."
Without further hesitation, my trembling index finger pressed against that breast again. The sensation as my fingertip landed almost made my heart leap out of my chest. I was pressing against the breasts I had longed for. Even though the contact was very slight, the waves of pleasure from my fingertip were enough to excite me immensely. My fingertip lingered at the landing point for a moment, then began to slowly move along the breast. From the base to the summit, then back down to the other side. Then it circled the breast, feeling its beautiful lines.
After playing like this for a while, I noticed my second sister's breasts heaving with each breath. Suddenly, I had another idea.
I placed my palm slightly above the peaks of her breasts. My hand didn't need to move, but every time my sister's breasts rose with each inhale, the peaks would automatically bump against my palm. My heart pounded faster with each impact. Just as I felt an climax approaching, my sister's body suddenly moved. This startled me greatly; I quickly withdrew my hand from her breasts and threw myself off the bed, remaining motionless.
For the next two or three minutes, I heard no further movement from my sister. I slowly peeked out and saw that she had turned and was lying on her side. Just as I was about to escape the room, I heard a faint snoring sound. Although very faint, it was enough to make me abandon the idea of leaving.
To confirm whether my sister was truly asleep, I waited a little longer before making my move. She was now facing away from me, so I couldn't launch an attack from the floor; I needed to raise myself. I knelt up, slightly bowing forward, before reaching behind to attack her breasts. Emboldened by her snoring, I was even more unrestrained this time, cupping my entire hand and covering her left breast. My hand wasn't small; it almost completely covered her breast. My hand pressed against my sister's breast as I quickly masturbated my already hard penis with my other hand, and after a short while, I reached another climax. Driven by the approaching climax, my hand, which had been holding her breast, became uncontrollable, squeezing and kneading her left breast. The swelling and elasticity from her breast immediately pushed me to my peak, and thick semen sprayed onto the bra cup I had brought, some even spilling onto the floor.
After safely returning to my own bedroom, I was truly grateful to God for giving me such a beautiful sister with such wonderful breasts.
In the following weeks, every night late at night I would sneak into my sister's room to commit those despicable acts. And incredibly, I was always lucky, never failing to be caught…
That night, as the family gathered for dinner, my mother said to us, “There’s a long holiday next week, I’ll take you to stay with my eldest sister for a few days. It’s been a long time since we visited her.”
My eldest sister lived in a small town far from home, a journey of over ten hours by bus.
Before I could speak, my second sister preemptively replied, “I’ve already planned to use these few days of holiday to work on my new composition. I’m not going.”
Hearing her answer, I had a sudden thought and decided to stay as well. I said, “Mom, the school has scheduled a small test after the holiday. I need to stay home and study too.”
Seeing that I was willing to stay home and study instead of going out to play, my second sister joked, “When did you become so studious, little brother? Perhaps you have ulterior motives?”
She was right. I did indeed have ulterior motives. But she never imagined that what I was after was her beautiful body.
Seeing that neither my second sister nor I were going, my mother considered postponing the visit, saying, "I was hoping to have a few days off in a row so the whole family could get together. Well, we can go together next time."
Seeing the disappointment on my mother's face, my second sister quickly said, "Mom, after my brother-in-law was transferred to work in Japan, my eldest sister is all alone, and she must be lonely. Why don't you go and keep her company for a while? Next time, my younger brother and I will definitely go with you."
Of course, I also chimed in with my own persuasion. Fortunately, my mother finally decided to go alone to visit my eldest sister.
My obsession with my second sister's beautiful breasts had reached a fever pitch, and I decided that regardless of the consequences, I would force myself upon her beautiful body for my own lust. After dinner, back in my room, I sat at my desk facing my books, but my mind was quietly plotting my lewd scheme to hunt down my sister. First, I would temporarily stop sneaking into her room from that night onwards, to avoid alerting her.
The next afternoon, I skipped school, went to the clinic, and with a few lies, managed to trick the doctor into giving me several sleeping pills. I then took a bus to a sex shop in the city center to buy what
I needed before returning home. The long-awaited holiday finally arrived after much anticipation. When I woke up in the morning, my mother had already left for work. Only my second sister and I were in the house. Every time I thought about holding my second sister in my arms tonight and slowly enjoying the fleshy mounds of her breasts, my crotch immediately became erect.
During lunch, my second sister said to me, "Little brother, I have an appointment with a colleague at the opera house tonight. Can we have dinner early?"
My plan to seduce my sister was scheduled to begin late at night, so I had no objection to my second sister's request.
After dinner, my second sister went into her room to get ready. When she came out of the room, my heart immediately raced when I saw her attire. She was wearing a beige shirt, made of a smooth fabric, probably silk. The hem of the shirt was tightly tucked into her skirt, making her breasts appear even more prominent, like two torpedoes ready to be launched, pressing against her chest. Her lower body was clad in a tight, knee-length skirt, the slightly shimmering black fabric clinging to her rounded hips. Her beautiful legs were encased in my favorite black stockings. It was rare for my second sister to dress so sexily; this alluring attire was like an irresistible invitation to my advances.
She paced around the room, seemingly with some time to spare before our date. Finally, she sat down at the piano and began to play. I sat on the sofa, occasionally glancing at her curvaceous figure. Before the piece was finished, she stood up again. She had gone to the bathroom.
Seeing the piano lid still open, I figured she wouldn't leave immediately. Perhaps because I hadn't released my pent-up desire for several days, my penis throbbed incessantly in my pants. I couldn't endure it any longer until evening. I wanted to embrace her while she was dressed so sexily, and then tear off her sexy clothes piece by piece.
Having made up my mind, I immediately rushed to the refrigerator and grabbed a drink. After opening the bottle, I poured half of the drink into an empty glass, then took out the powdered sleeping pills from my pocket and poured them all into the drink. I stirred it haphazardly with my fingers and placed the drink on the small table next to the piano. I had just sat back down when I heard the bathroom door open.
My second sister hadn't left immediately, as expected. After she sat back down at the piano for a moment, I said, "I just opened a bottle of drink to help me recover. But I was afraid I wouldn't be able to finish it all, so I gave you half. Please help me out. Otherwise, you'd be wasting your time." Without
turning her head, she replied, "I don't drink. You're the one wasting
your time." Although she said that, she stopped playing after a short while, raised the glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
My heart was pounding, and my eyes were fixed on my prey, praying that she wouldn't leave before the drug took effect.
Fortunately, the half-glass drink contained powdered pills, so the drug took effect earlier and more intensely than I had expected. Before long, my second sister was yawning frequently. After a while, I heard her mutter to herself, "Why am I suddenly feeling a little dizzy?"
My second sister slowly stood up, leaning on the piano, but her legs suddenly gave way, and she slumped back into the chair. Seeing that she was about to faint at the piano, I quickly went over to support her. I said, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Let me help you to your room to rest for a while."
I heard her dazedly reply, "No need."
I ignored her answer and carried her to her bedroom.
When I placed my second sister on the bed, she was already in a semi-conscious state. At this point, I knew that my second sister could no longer escape the lewd trap that her younger brother had laid for her. I turned and went out of the room, and after gathering the things I had prepared specifically for this hunt for my sister, I quickly returned to my room.
Upon entering the room, I found her unconscious. A sudden hesitation arose in my mind: "Am I really going to rape my own sister? Can I still turn back now?"
But when my gaze fell upon her breasts, her high, firm breasts quickly gave me a definite answer.
I took out four handcuffs from the bag, the kind with metal chains and leather wristbands attached to each end—SM-specific styles. I first put a leather band on my second sister's wrists and ankles, handcuffing her to the bed in a spread-eagle position. Then, after gagging her, I stripped off all my clothes, leaving only my underwear.
I didn't immediately pounce on my prey. What I wanted wasn't the lust for drugging and raping, but the pleasure of rape. I took a hot towel from the bathroom and placed it on my second sister's face, then sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for this lewd play to begin. The room was silent, except for the pounding of my rapidly beating heart.
The hot towel helped the drug wear off faster. Not long after, my second sister's head moved, and she slightly opened her eyes, but wasn't fully awake. A while later, as she tried to move her hands, she suddenly realized something was wrong.
She tried to sit up, but the chains on her wrists pulled her back down as soon as she sprang up. At that moment, I felt tense and afraid. But knowing there was no turning back, I tried to calm myself. Taking a deep breath, I tried to speak calmly, "Sister, don't be afraid. It's me, your little brother."
Only then did my second sister realize there was someone else in the dimly lit room. She turned to look at the source of the voice. After confirming that it was indeed me in the darkness, her eyes filled with unease and shock. She made muffled sounds from her gagged mouth, presumably asking why she was handcuffed.
I dared not meet her eyes again. I immediately shifted my gaze to her beautiful breasts. It worked! Just a fleeting glance at her firm breasts, and lust instantly replaced fear.
I whispered, "Sister, don't be afraid. I just want to use your body for a little teasing."
Even I couldn't believe I'd uttered such lewd words, and my sister couldn't believe her ears either. She was momentarily speechless at my sudden obscene remarks.
I slowly placed my right hand on her left breast and continued, "Second sister's breasts are beautiful. So firm and perky."
As I spoke, I began to lightly and improperly fondle her breast through her clothes. This was the first time I could freely and unrestrainedly fondle my sister's breasts. The smoothness of the silk fabric combined with the fullness and elasticity of her breasts was exquisite. My penis was already hard.
Seeing her own brother fondling her breasts, my sister was horrified and froze. Instinctively, she twisted her upper body, trying to break free, but the struggle only caused the handcuffs to clang, and her breasts remained firmly in my grasp.
As the saying goes, "The beginning is always the hardest," and now that things have come to this, I have nothing more to fear. I boldly unleashed my long-hidden lust.
I said, "Look, as soon as I touched your breasts, my penis got hard. Oh... so firm! Why don't you lend me your beautiful breasts for a nipple play? Hmm, I doubt you even know what a nipple play is, so let me teach you."
I ignored your struggles and climbed onto the bed, straddling your stomach. Looking up at those breasts I had been drooling over, without even thinking, I slowly reached out and grabbed the front of your shirt, then suddenly yanked it outwards with great force. Amidst a series of delightful button-flipping sounds, the front of your shirt was ripped open to your navel, and your snow-white breasts were now only covered by a white bra that I often used for masturbation.
I didn't immediately remove the only covering I had. My trembling hands pressed against her breasts through her bra, my palms and fingers feeling their firmness. These beautiful breasts, which I could only secretly caress before, were now being vigorously kneaded by my hands. The joy was indescribable.
After a while, I felt my swollen penis had formed a small tent around my underwear. It was time to release it. I pulled the front of my underwear forward, and my penis sprang out, pointing directly at my second sister's face. I don't know if my second sister had ever seen an erect penis before, but at this moment, she was being pointed at so closely by a swollen male penis. My second sister could no longer bear the shock, and tears streamed down her face.
At this moment, I had no pity left. I grabbed the inside of her bra with my fingers and tore it open from the inside out, just like tearing a shirt. This time, the bra wasn't torn in two, but it was still pulled out of place. As their owner let out a mournful cry, those beautiful breasts sprang naked from beneath the last layer of covering. I couldn't help but swallow hard. About three-quarters of my second sister's breasts were now exposed before my eyes, with only the lower sides still haphazardly covered by the bra. Even with the bra's support, her breasts stood proudly erect. The pink, delicate nipples and areolas trembled slightly on her snow-white peaks.
Staring at those fleshy mounds with fascination, I felt a pang of regret for not having taken possession of this beautiful body sooner. I reached out my index finger and hooked it up from the bottom of the bra straps, then lowered my glans, positioning it precisely under the straps. As I released my finger, the bra straps snapped back, fastening my glans against my second sister's chest.
To make the cleavage even narrower, I pressed each breast inwards with both hands. As my second sister's upper body swayed, my penis pushed deeper into her cleavage. The moment the head of my penis first touched her breasts, I couldn't help but cry out in pleasure, "Oh..."
My hard penis pushed inward, squeezed between her breasts. When the entire shaft was inside the deep cleavage, the head of my penis emerged from the top because the cleavage wasn't long enough. Looking down, my second sister's beautiful breasts and my penis created an extremely obscene scene. I was holding her breasts in my hands, and my entire swollen penis was deeply hidden in the narrow valley formed by her breasts, with only the swollen, dark purple head of my penis sticking out from the entrance to my second sister's face.
I began to thrust my penis in and out, slowly at first, then faster, the head of my penis moving in and out of the slippery cleavage, enjoying the close friction between my penis and her breasts. After about ten or twenty thrusts, I reached orgasm. I gripped my second sister's breasts tightly with all my might, thrusting my hips forward. As my glans throbbed at the climax, a torrent of thick semen gushed out.
After the climax subsided, I saw that my second sister's hair, face, neck, and even her chest were irregularly covered with streaks of white semen. The semen, mixed with my sister's tears, slowly trickled down her beautiful face onto the pillow.
I rested on my second sister for a moment. She probably knew there was no chance of escape, and could only lie beneath me, sobbing, waiting for this nightmare to pass. I got up and quietly wiped her face with a tissue, then sat beside her, admiring her disheveled and alluring body. Her clothes were open, her bra half-undone and hanging in front of her chest. Her locked legs were spread wide, her tight skirt already lifted high. I couldn't resist reaching out and pressing my hand against one of her exposed legs, slowly moving it upwards through her stockings, enjoying the slippery feeling of the stockings. My second sister's beautiful legs twisted and turned, making a meaningless struggle. My lust was also aroused again by the twisting of her legs, and my penis was already throbbing.
I put my mouth close to my second sister's ear and said, "Second sister, you can't blame your little brother. It's because your breasts are so full. Every time I see them, my lower body gets hard." I paused and continued, "Second sister is over twenty years old and still doesn't have a boyfriend. It's such a pity that you don't have such a beautiful body. Why don't you let your little brother enjoy it?" The purpose of me saying such dirty words was to satisfy my sadistic desires.
I began to kiss her pink neck, and at the same time, I smelled the faint perfume lingering on her neck. I slowly kissed my way down her pink neck to her chest and stopped. I stared at her two beautiful breasts for a moment before sticking out the tip of my tongue and gently licking one of the peaks. The intense feeling of my second sister's upper body suddenly jerked away because her nipple was being licked by a man for the first time. At the same time, her breast escaped my grasp.
I reached out and grasped each breast tightly again, then licked the nipples that had slipped away earlier. My second sister tried to move her upper body away, but this time, her breasts wouldn't come off under my firm grip. The small nipples, after being licked a few times, involuntarily hardened slightly. This only fueled my lust, and I swept my tongue back and forth across the nipples until they were completely hard.
I shifted my attack to the areola beneath her nipple, my tongue circling it irregularly.
I intermittently observed my second sister's face, noticing tears streaming down her face and her nostrils flaring with increasing speed. Suddenly, like a hungry wolf, I opened my mouth wide and shoved her entire breast into it until my mouth was overflowing. The small nipple was painfully pressed against my tongue. I rubbed the exposed breast with my hand while stimulating the nipple inside my mouth with my tongue. Soon, the beautiful breast was smeared with my saliva. I took turns attacking my second sister's breasts, indulging in the pent-up desires of the past few days. After a frenzied assault, my second sister's breasts were covered in scratches and faint teeth marks.
I thought it was time to launch an attack on her other side. I crawled between my second sister's thighs, gently caressing each leg as I slowly moved upwards until her tight skirt was pushed up to her waist. Covering her private area was a small white panty, seemingly a matching set with her bra. I brought my nose close to that slightly bulging, mysterious area. At close range, I could vaguely see a small patch of black peeking through the white fabric, incredibly alluring.
I pressed my face against this forbidden area, rubbing my mouth and nose against the small piece of white cloth covering the translucent black fabric. Under the attack on her private area, my second sister struggled to sway her hips up and down and side to side to escape. Caught off guard, I almost fell onto the bed, quickly using my arms to firmly hold her hips to reduce her swaying.
After writhing and entangled on the bed for a while, I felt her gradually weaken. In the instant she regained her breath, I swiftly grabbed the small white panty and tore it apart forcefully. With a soft tearing sound, her thin panties were ripped off. My second sister hurriedly used her last bit of strength to violently move her lower body, but my hands had already wrapped around her buttocks.
After the struggle subsided again, I carefully observed her untouched forbidden land. Beside my second sister's crevice grew soft, sparse pubic hair, and her labia were a deep brown. The door to this sacred place of hers was still tightly closed; it seemed that it would take some effort to open it.
When my lips touched those lips on this sacred place, my second sister trembled violently as if electrocuted. Although she still tried to move away, her struggles were futile under my strong restraint. Unable to resist, my second sister could only tremble as I forcefully kissed her sacred place.
After kissing for a while, I noticed that her labia had become slightly moist. Encouraged by this unexpected turn of events, I sucked even harder, occasionally sweeping my tongue up and down between her crevices. Sure enough, my efforts paid off; I felt the wetness gradually increasing. My mouth moved upwards along the stream, then I sucked on her slightly exposed clitoris. Under the intense sucking, my sister's sensitive clitoris finally betrayed its owner, and love juice began to seep out. It was time to launch the final assault.
I pressed myself against my sister. With one hand, I bent my upper body, and with the other, I gripped my erect penis and thrust it into her vagina.
Although my sister had never done this before, she knew she was in dire straits when the head of my penis hit her vulva. She desperately struggled, swaying her slender waist left and right to dodge. Coupled with my own lack of experience, the head of my penis could only bump against her labia. After a while, I still couldn't penetrate.
Gradually, a surge of anger rose within me. I shouted, "Stop moving! Let me in!"
In the midst of my shout, I slapped my sister's face twice. The slap was quite forceful, and my second sister seemed to be stunned by it. Taking advantage of this moment, I used two fingers to pry open her tightly closed lips and thrust my hips forward.
The pain from her lower body startled her from her daze; she knew that her precious virginity had been forcibly taken by her own brother. "Ugh..." A desperate cry escaped from her sealed mouth.
After my entire glans was forced into my second sister's body, I immediately held her two plump buttocks tightly to prevent her from throwing me off. Although my second sister's vagina was already a little wet, this little flesh hole that had never been opened was extremely narrow, and my swollen and hard glans was slightly painful. I pushed forward forcefully, enjoying the pleasure of my penis inch by inch squeezing into her vagina.
Not long after, my glans felt an obstacle. I shamelessly said, "Sister, I can feel my glans pressing against your hymen. Let my penis break it, okay?"
My second sister could only shake her head wildly to either side.
My penis slowly withdrew a little, then thrust forward with force. How could that fragile hymen withstand the powerful impact of my hardened glans? My penis was already fully inside my second sister's vagina. After insertion, I remained still, enjoying the warm and tight feeling of being enveloped. This long-awaited feeling had only ever appeared in my fantasies before, and I truly doubted that this was just a dream.
The tearing sensation made my second sister's head tilt back in pain. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the sorrow in her heart, and she let out a wail from her throat. Hearing this wail did not quell my burning lust; instead, it intensified my sadistic desire.
I said, "Sister, I'm all the way in. Your virgin pussy is so tight, it feels so good.
Are you comfortable?"
My second sister's mouth was sealed shut, so she couldn't answer. She could only make muffled sounds with tears streaming down her face.
I suddenly reached out and ripped off the tape sealing her mouth. My second sister seemed unable to react for a moment, and after a while, she screamed, "Let me go! Help! Waaah..."
I already knew she would scream. She couldn't make more than a few sounds before my hand covered her mouth.
I said, "It's no use screaming. The neighbors' houses are far from ours, and the doors and windows of this room are all closed now. No one will hear you. Even if someone does hear you and comes to rescue you, do you know how tomorrow's newspapers will report it when they break down the door and find us like this? 'When discovered, the woman was being raped by her own brother on the bed.'" "The penis is still inside the vagina." Especially those tabloids will definitely report it extensively and add some even more sensual
and stimulating descriptions. Do you really want this?"
I finished speaking and waited a moment before releasing my hand covering my mouth. These words seemed to have a real effect. My second sister no longer shouted loudly, but only scolded sharply: "Beast, let me go. Otherwise I will... I'll tell Mom. Let me go."
I replied firmly: "I will not let you go, sister. My lower body is throbbing painfully right now. I will only let you go after I ejaculate inside your vagina."
Upon hearing the words "ejaculate inside your vagina," my second sister immediately showed a look of fear. Her scolding turned into half pleading, saying: "No! This is incest. No! I'll get pregnant. Waaah..."
I was secretly delighted. My shy second sister was about to step into my control. I pretended to consider for a moment before answering, "Second sister, I don't want to get you pregnant, but I really can't stop. How about this, it's already inside you, so just be a good girl and stop struggling, let me do it once. When the tension comes, I'll pull out before I ejaculate."
"No, waah... I'm your own sister. Please let me go. Please..." Second sister still protested, crying.
I put on a stern face and said, "If you don't agree, then forget it."
My penis gently contracted and thrust in and out of her vagina, and second sister immediately cried out, "Ouch, it hurts, stop!"
I continued thrusting, threatening, "Think it over carefully."
Second sister cried out in pain, "Please don't... don't ejaculate inside... Oh..."
I stopped and asked, "So you're agreeing to do it with me, right?"
Second sister didn't speak, but just sobbed sadly.
Of course, second sister was absolutely unwilling to have sex with me, but she was even more afraid of getting pregnant by me. I leered, "Can't say it? Fine. I'll ask you a question now. Answer if you agree to do it with me. If you don't answer, I'll take it as a refusal."
I paused, then continued, "Tell me your bust size."
My second sister still didn't respond. She just continued to sob.
I said, "It doesn't matter if you don't answer, I want to do it thoroughly with you anyway. I'm going to start."
As soon as I finished speaking, my penis began thrusting in and out of her again.
After a few thrusts, I heard my second sister cry out, "Stop! Waaah...no, please don't...ooh...it's 33 inches!"
The last 33 inches was barely audible.
I stopped and said, "No, 33 inches! My breasts are much bigger than that. Hurry up."
Seeing that she was no longer making a sound, I thrust in and out forcefully a few more times. I saw that she could only cry out in pain, unable to utter a single word.
Seeing this, I stopped and asked in a threatening tone, "Well, will you talk or not?"
Perhaps my second sister couldn't take my force anymore? A soft, mosquito-like sound escaped my lips.
Seeing that my second sister had truly submitted to my lewd power, I said with satisfaction, "That's more like it. Those big breasts are at least a C-cup. Since you're so obedient, I'll tell you one of my secrets. My penis is a full 6 inches long when aroused. And this 6-inch thing is currently completely inside your vagina."
My second sister cried and scolded, "Shameless, filthy, ugh...you beast, shut up."
I lewdly said, "Yes. I'll listen to you. I won't say anything. Now, please let me enjoy your C-cup breasts again. Okay?"
As soon as I finished speaking, I crouched down and buried my head in my second sister's chest, grabbed her half-fallen bra and pulled it up hard, instantly exposing her breasts completely to my face. Although my second sister's breasts were no longer supported by the bra cups, they only tilted slightly to the sides. I gripped her still-erect breasts tightly with both hands, taking turns sucking on the nipples.
While sucking, I slowly withdrew my penis until the glans reached the entrance of her vagina, then gently reinserted it a little. After several repetitions, I suddenly thrust it all the way in. My second sister, startled by the sudden insertion, couldn't help but cry out, "Wow!" This was my attempt at the "nine shallow, one deep" technique from erotic novels. As the rhythm of my thrusts quickened, my sister's cries grew more frequent and louder.
Soon, I felt her vagina become wet again. Seeing the opportunity, I got up, kneeling, and wrapped my arms around her thighs. I pulled her lower body off the bed, her entire body forming an arch. I moved my hips back and forth, my large penis sliding in and out of her vagina.
The penis was stained with her virgin blood, a mark of her defilement, and a few drops of vaginal fluid, yet I felt no nausea whatsoever. My poor second sister, experiencing the first thrusts of a penis, involuntarily swayed her head from side to side, her cries mingling with screams of pain.
Suddenly, a series of rings pulled me back from my ecstasy. It was the strange telephone on the bedside table causing trouble. I considered letting it ring, but then thought it would be better to answer if my mother called back. I pressed one hand against my sister's mouth and grabbed the receiver. A woman's voice came through: "Hello, is this the Huang residence?"
It wasn't my mother. I asked, "Who are you looking for?" The woman replied, "Oh, you must be my younger brother. I'm your second sister's friend, Sister Katie." Katie was my second sister's good friend, and had visited several times. She had quite a figure. I said, "Yes, I'm your younger brother. Are you looking for my second sister?" Katie said, "Yes. She invited me to see a musical. For some reason, she hasn't arrived yet." I said, "My second sister suddenly felt unwell. I'm sorry, I didn't call to let you know." Katie said, "Oh, is she alright?" I said, "She's fine. I'm taking care of her right now."
At this point, I suddenly thought of a thrilling idea. Although the idea was dangerous, it could test whether my second sister was afraid of publicizing this shameful affair. I continued, "Please wait quietly." I covered the microphone and whispered in my second sister's ear, "Get rid of her quickly. But if you like to tell the whole world about our incestuous affair, then tell her, okay?" After saying that, I put the microphone to my second sister's mouth. While slowly removing my hand from her mouth, I was also preparing to quickly move the microphone away in case she actually cried for help without considering the consequences.
My second sister waited for a while without saying anything, probably struggling internally. Actually, I felt a little nervous at that moment, but thankfully, I finally heard my second sister say into the microphone, trying to suppress her sobs, "Is that Katie? I... I'm not feeling well. I can't come." There was a pause. I guessed Katie was speaking on the other end of the line. After Katie finished speaking, my second sister's voice sounded a little anxious, "No. You don't need to come to see me. I... I'm really fine. I'm so sorry." After my second sister said this, I immediately put the microphone back to my mouth and said, "Sister Katie, please don't worry. I just have a slight headache." Katie said on the other end, "Well... okay, take good care of your second sister." I said, "I will, bye."
After putting the microphone back, I was certain that my shy and timid second sister would never have the courage to mention my lewd behavior to anyone else.
"Excellent, I have a great chance to force her into my permanent slave." Thinking of this, I couldn't help but lewdly chuckle, "Hehe, Sister Katie told me to take good care of her. Sister, how about that? Good girl. I'll definitely do my best to take care of you tonight." Second Sister didn't speak, only turned her head and stared blankly into the bed, looking utterly hopeless.
I pressed myself back onto Second Sister, my buttocks circling clockwise, my penis like a southern branch prying and probing deep into her flesh. Second Sister still endured without uttering a sound, only tears streaming from the corners of her eyes. I suddenly launched a powerful attack, thrusting my penis in and out rapidly several times. She frowned from the rapid attacks, but she still swallowed the scream back by her tightly clenched lips. Second Sister's expression of biting her lip only aroused my bestiality. We both gripped her breasts tightly, ruthlessly kneading them. At the same time, we thrust wildly, each time reaching the depths of her vagina before withdrawing.
After being violently thrust into several times, my second sister finally couldn't take it anymore and cried out, "Oh, no, wow... it hurts so much, oh...
stop... woo..."
The pleasure from my penis made me unable to resist either. I cried out, "Sister, I'm grabbing your two round breasts, and my thick penis is thrusting into your virgin pussy. You're being raped by your own little brother right now.
Can you feel it? Ah, sister, your pussy is squeezing me so comfortably. I can feel your pussy getting wetter and wetter, soaking my penis with your juices."
This was purely my nonsense, but after dozens of thrusts, my second sister's love juice really started to overflow. Finally, with each thrust of my penis, it overflowed from her pussy, wetting both of our pubic hair.
The tight and wet pleasure made me thrust my hips even harder, not giving my second sister any room to breathe. My second sister was so penetrated that she didn't even have a chance to cry, and could only let out a series of cries that were mostly in pain and a little bit like moans of pleasure.
After riding my second sister for several minutes, I was close to ejaculating. I looked up and cried out, "Sister, I can't hold back any longer, I'm going to ejaculate inside you!"
My second sister reacted as if stabbed by a sharp knife, screaming in horror, "No, wow... pull out! Oh... out, you promised... oh... help me... sob..."
By this time, I was already approaching my climax, and I thrust wildly with all my might, shouting, "I can't pull out! I love my second sister so much, I want to be the first man to ejaculate inside her. Shoot... shoot... oh... sister, feel the sensation of my thick semen shooting into your womb! Ah..."
As soon as I finished speaking, I thrust my lower body upwards. The force of this thrust pushed my second sister's entire body upwards, her head hitting the headboard. Her breasts were held in place only because my fingers were deeply embedded in them.
I felt the head of my penis throbbing incessantly at the end of her vagina. With each throbbing, gushes of thick semen shot into the depths of her vagina.
My second sister's vagina, experiencing the relentless spray of semen for the first time, was unexpectedly stimulated to the point that her vaginal walls suddenly spasmed several times, and a large amount of vaginal fluid gushed out from deep within her. This was truly beyond my expectations; my second sister couldn't resist her physiological reaction and was brought to orgasm by my violation. I saw her eyes slightly rolled back, her mouth open, but she could no longer make a sound, only uttering low "ha...ha..." sounds from her throat.
At the same time, my throbbing glans, which had been gradually stopping, was stimulated by the pressure of her vaginal opening and the vaginal fluid, and I ejaculated several more times before finally coming to a complete stop. I pressed my entire body against my second sister, feeling the afterglow of ecstasy, my second sister's beautiful breasts and her entire body completely and utterly possessed by me.
After my first taste of my second sister's forbidden fruit, I naturally didn't immediately relinquish my prey. I intermittently played with her beautiful body until late at night before finally drifting off to sleep. When I opened my eyes again, I found that it was already dawn. My extreme exhaustion had woken my second sister. I quietly climbed out of bed to prepare for the final step of my plan to seduce her.
I took out a digital video camera and placed it on the wardrobe, then moved the lens towards the bed. To prevent my second sister from seeing, I covered the video camera with my clothes, leaving only the lens exposed.
Looking at my second sister on the bed, her clothes were already torn to shreds, with only her bra hanging messily on her chest. Looking at her alluring body in the faint morning light filtering through the curtains, my penis quickly became slightly hard again. I climbed back into bed and gently rubbed her small nipples with my palm. My second sister, who couldn't sleep well to begin with, opened her eyes and saw my position, crying out, "No, please let me go. You've been doing this all night, stop!"
I didn't answer verbally; actions spoke louder than words. I used both my hands and mouth to caress her beautiful body, finally burying my head between her legs again. Amid her constant pleas, I pinched her nipples with both hands and sucked on her vagina with my mouth. Once her vagina was slightly wet, I entered her again. This time, I thrust forcefully from the start, but my second sister was once again being ruthlessly violated by her own brother.
Perhaps because I had already ejaculated several times that night, I didn't feel the urge to ejaculate even after thrusting for a long time. My second sister, however, was already dazed from being penetrated and seemed to have lost the ability to resist. Without making a sound, I loosened the handcuffs binding her legs and put her lower legs on my shoulders. In this position, her vagina was naturally tighter than when she was locked in a spread-eagle position, and the friction between my penis and her vaginal walls was particularly intense. Only the seductive moans and the sounds of siblings colliding echoed in my second sister's bedroom. After she had climaxed twice, I ejaculated the rest of my semen onto her uterus.
Having already gone all in, I didn't care about the consequences. I returned to my room and fell asleep immediately. Suddenly, I saw several uniformed policemen rush into my room and pounce on me. Struggling violently, I jumped out of bed, realizing it was just a dream. But I was covered in a cold sweat. Looking at the clock by my bedside, it was past noon. I went outside but couldn't find my second sister; I didn't know where she had gone. Strangely enough, at that moment, even this lustful beast felt a little worried. Near midnight, I heard the front door close in my room. I believed it was my second sister returning. Sure enough, a short while later, my door was pushed open forcefully. My second sister stormed in, brandishing a CD and yelling, "You beast! What is this? What do you want?"
I sat on the bed, feigning nonchalance, and replied, "It's just a recording of my sister and I making love this morning."
Upon hearing this, she immediately raised her hand, the one not holding the CD, to slap me. I had anticipated this move and grabbed her hand. I shouted, "Listen to me! I've already sent a copy to a friend. If you call the police or he receives my notification, he'll immediately sell this spectacle to adult websites on the internet. Then our wonderful performance will be made public for everyone to watch."
Hearing this, my second sister immediately turned into a defeated rooster, muttering, "No way, you're lying, I don't believe you."
I grabbed her hand and pulled hard, catching her off guard and dragging her onto the bed. Taking advantage of the situation, I pinned her down and said, "Believe it or not. I've already gone all out. If you don't obey me, you'll face the consequences."
My second sister tried to push me away, but her petite frame made it difficult for her to break free. She cried out from under me, "Let me go! What do you want? Let me go..."
After struggling for a while, I suddenly released her hands and sat up. I said, "It's fine if you don't believe me. I guess quite a few websites are interested in this incestuous video."
After saying that, I picked up the phone by the bed and pretended to ring it. My second sister rushed forward to grab the receiver. Seeing this, I thought that although my second sister might not completely believe me, she was terrified of having her shameful secrets posted online. I let her take the receiver and used my free hands to pin her down on the bed again. I said, "If we don't tell anyone, no one will ever know about our incestuous relationship. Besides, we've already done it several times, so just give it to me again, sister."
That night, my frail and timid second sister was raped by me again against her will.
In the following days, like a kidnapper, I used the video as leverage to force my second sister to stay in the house. Whenever I needed to, I would rape her. Everywhere in the house became our balconies. My second sister could only helplessly accept it, her struggles growing weaker with each passing day. After my mother returned home, my second sister tried her best to act as if nothing was wrong, though a closer look would have revealed something amiss. But my mother never dreamed that a beast had appeared in our home, forcing his own sister into rape.
Time flies; it's been over six months since I first took my second sister's body. These days have been incredibly pleasurable for me. Whenever it was just my second sister and me in the house, she transformed from an older sister into a wife. Later, I became even more brazen, sneaking into my second sister's room late at night and forcing her to have sex. Soon after, I discovered a bottle of birth control pills hidden in her coffin. This was good, as it made me feel more at ease. Actually, I had some suspicions that my second sister was gradually enjoying this twisted relationship, though she probably didn't realize it herself.
That morning at breakfast, my second sister, citing a teaching position elsewhere, suggested moving out of the house.
My mother said, "Even though the new workplace is far from home, there's no need to move."
My second sister replied, "The new school has agreed to provide me with accommodation, and I also want to try living independently."
Seeing that my second sister was determined, my mother said, "Since you like it, then do as you decide." She continued, "My eldest sister often says that living alone is very boring. She also said that after you move out, her room will be empty, and while your brother-in-law is away, she can move back and borrow your room."
My second sister didn't respond to my mother's words, but her gaze involuntarily shot in my direction. Actually, my second sister had suggested moving out more than once, but I had always threatened her to stop.
That night, after ejaculating inside my second sister, I withdrew my penis and rested for a while. When my second sister brought up moving out again, she pleaded, "I really can't go on like this anymore. Little brother, please let me move out. Let me go."
After I raped her, she refused to call me "little brother" when no one else was around. This time, it was clear she desperately wanted my permission. I considered for a moment and replied, "Since you want to move out so much, I won't stop you anymore. But you know you can't refuse when I want to make love to you someday."
My second sister looked slightly surprised when she saw my agreement. Of course, I had another purpose in not interfering this time.
Ever since I had taken my second sister's beautiful body, my eldest sister's large breasts and plump buttocks had recently aroused my lust. This time, I could take advantage of her temporary stay at home to defile my eldest sister's voluptuous body.

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