Rape his own sister

I've been having sex with my sister for many years, from when her little pussy was just starting to grow pubic hair until now. She's graduated from vocational school but hasn't found a satisfactory job yet, so she's idle at home every day. I'm in university, and since our parents are at work during the day, my sister is home alone, so I often skip classes to come home and do *that* with her.
I know she's still a little reluctant. Although I think my sister doesn't really care about virginity, having sex with her brother is incestuous, and she certainly doesn't want this shameful relationship to continue. But I forcibly deflowered her when she was very young, and my desire for her body has never stopped over the years, so she's probably already used to it. Now, we both consider it part of our daily lives.
Recently, my sister has been unemployed and quite depressed. My frequent visits to comfort her are a kind of comfort, so she's always quite enthusiastic when we're together, and I put in extra effort to use my sexual techniques, making her feel very good. She would often cry out uncontrollably and release a lot of vaginal fluid, her vagina like a dam that couldn't be closed, making both of them extremely excited.
(II)
I first deflowered my sister when she was only 13 years old. She wasn't exactly young; at 13, some girls have already given birth. And in my opinion, my sister was quite well-developed at 13; her breasts were already firm, her buttocks were full, her pubic hair was like newly sprouted grass, and her buds were about to bloom. She had already started menstruating, so she was practically mature; otherwise, I wouldn't have wanted to sleep with her (I'm not like some perverted pedophiles; an undeveloped vagina doesn't interest me at all). But regardless, 13 years old is still legally considered 13, so deflowering my sister at 13 was actually a crime of "sexual assault"—especially since my sister wasn't consenting!
Since then, I've raped her many more times—though it can't be called "rape" now, she still seems somewhat reluctant when we're intimate—I don't know how many years I'd be sentenced to if it were a criminal case! I know it's a sinful thing, but I don't care. There are many more sinful and despicable acts in this world than mine! I feel no remorse whatsoever.
I chose a summer night with a relentless downpour to make my move on her. That summer, the rain seemed to be going crazy, pouring down for a whole week without stopping. My lust, like the grass outside the window, flourished in the rain. At one in the morning, I quietly sneaked into my sister's bedroom and climbed onto her small bed. Amidst the torrential rain, I pulled down my sister's panties, down to almost her ankles, hanging there very erotically. I carefully parted her legs and clumsily raped my sleeping sister. When I roughly broke her hymen, my sister woke up.
"Brother, what are you doing...no...don't..." But ignoring my sister's soft sobs and pleas, I continued thrusting in, deep, deep into her virgin vagina. The sound of the rain drowned out everything. Amidst my sister's tearful pleas, I clumsily finished early. The tight virgin vagina caused my penis, which had only ever tasted the pleasure of masturbation and hadn't seen much of the world, to surrender after only about ten thrusts. Afraid that ejaculating inside her vagina would cause problems, I pulled out my enthusiastic little brother at the crucial moment, spraying a pool of thick semen onto my sister's groin, mixed with the fresh blood from her newly opened vagina, flowing down her labia...
Afterwards, I comforted my sister for a long time, apologized to her, and told her it wasn't a big deal and that it wouldn't hurt anymore. Of course, I also told her that she absolutely couldn't tell anyone about this, or Dad would beat us both to death. I think my sister certainly understood that if things were exposed, who would be even more ashamed to face others?
I carefully tidied the bed before quietly leaving, throwing the toilet paper covered in sticky fluid into the toilet and flushing it away, but leaving behind a small, relatively clean piece of paper stained with my sister's virgin blood as a memento of deflowering her.
I still keep my sister's virginity to this day.
(III)
People's courage always grows. Incest with my sister, once it happens, it will happen again.
One night, half a month later, I climbed into my sister's bed again and inserted my lustful penis into her tender little hole that had only recently been deflowered. This time, when my sister woke up, she didn't cry out like last time, but just kept begging me in a low voice not to do this to her, but I couldn't let her go, and continued to thrust in and out of her body, only pulling out my little brother at the last moment and ejaculating on her belly.
This time I lasted for over ten minutes, it felt so good! Although my sister still seemed to refuse, her physical reaction showed she wasn't in as much pain as the first time, and she wasn't as agitated. Afterwards, I apologized and comforted her, telling her that I really liked her and that's why I couldn't help but do it. I told her it was nothing, that parents can do it, and siblings can do it too, as long as no one else knows.
The next morning, I ran into my sister at the dining table. She, like last time, deliberately avoided my gaze, eating with her head down. I secretly reached out to touch her, and she immediately moved her foot away. I didn't say anything, quickly finished my breakfast, and went to school.
A few days later, I sneaked into my sister's room again in the middle of the night, only to find she had locked the door from the inside. This happened several times in a row. It seemed my sister had decided to strengthen her self-defense. I was furious, but there was nothing I could do. The door was the old-fashioned kind, with a bolt from the inside; if she didn't open it herself, no one could, unless they broke it down.
But clever me still came up with a plan. I got inspiration from an erotic novel I read online and decided to give it a try. I spent half a month buying sleeping pills bits and pieces from the pharmacy, finally collecting more than half a bottle, and carefully grinding them into a fine powder.
One afternoon, I left school early, and since no one was home, I secretly added the sleeping pill powder to my sister's daily milk powder, stirring it thoroughly. Then, I waited anxiously and expectantly for night to fall. Sure enough, after dinner, my sister finished her homework, made herself a cup of milk as usual, and sat in the living room to watch TV. But this time, she fell asleep on the sofa after only a short while. My mother carried her back to her room and put her to bed. I was overjoyed. Haha! Tonight is going to be fun again!
After my parents turned off the lights in their room, I couldn't wait to sneak into my sister's bedroom. Pushing open the door, I saw that familiar sleeping position on the bed, and my penis immediately became hard. Mom had already helped my sister take off her outer clothes, saving me another step. I lifted the blanket covering her and began my work. This time, I stripped my sister completely naked, throwing her underwear and tank top aside (because her breasts were just starting to develop, although they were perky, they weren't very big yet, so she hadn't started wearing a bra). Her naked body was breathtakingly beautiful. I calmly stripped myself naked before climbing on top of my sister. I carefully admired her entire body (of course, I touched her as I looked), especially her two small, rosy nipples (I was very curious how milk could flow from them) and her mysterious little hole. My sister
's little hole had only been penetrated twice, and her labia were still tightly closed, with sparse pubic hair unevenly distributed around her tender red labia majora. I used my fingers to separate the sleeping labia, revealing the extremely tender pink flesh inside and the slightly open opening. With great interest, I stretched my vaginal opening as wide as possible, peering into the dark hole, but after a long time I still couldn't figure it out. I also found my sister's clitoris (the last two times I wasn't allowed to do this so leisurely due to limitations), peeled back the outer skin to reveal the smooth little fleshy bead, and after stroking it a few times, it miraculously swelled up! How fun!
After licking my sister's small breasts, I went to lick her vulva, spreading her tender labia wide open, making sure my tongue explored every corner of her private area. I smeared every inch of her "territory" with my saliva, my tongue even plunging deep into her vaginal opening, stirring and swirling, a sense of satisfaction welling up within me. My sister's vulva was slightly salty, tasted delicious, and had no unpleasant odor; licking it made me feel intoxicated, unwilling to pull my mouth away.
Of course, in the end, I had to give way to my big cock below. I spread my sister's legs wide, arranging them in an incredibly erotic position, then, holding her slender waist, I aimed at her entrance and thrust my erect penis deep inside. I pumped forcefully, with a sense of unbridled abandon, not caring whether such vigorous movement would wake my sister. This time, I felt more pleasure than the previous two times, not only because I could do whatever I wanted, but also because I felt my sister's vagina wasn't as tight as it had been the previous two times, making penetration even more enjoyable. I don't know how long I was inside her, maybe ten or twenty minutes. At the very end, I pulled my penis out, but this time I didn't ejaculate on her or on the bed; I sprayed it all over the floor (mainly to avoid the hassle of cleaning up). I continued to play with my sister's genitals for a while before wiping her clean with toilet paper (of course, I also wiped up the puddle of semen on the floor). Then I put her underwear and vest back on, covered her with a blanket (as if nothing had happened), and quietly left. My sister didn't wake up at all; it seems the sleeping powder was quite effective.
The next morning, when she woke up, she didn't seem to notice anything unusual. I was secretly pleased.
For a week straight, I went to my sister's room almost every night to have sex with her (sometimes she was too tired to go to bed early, but she remembered to lock the door, so I was always turned away). I not only got to lick her breasts and genitals to my heart's content each time, but I also tried several different positions. Each time I ejaculated, I made sure it landed on the floor, and afterwards I dressed her and carefully cleaned up any suspicious traces.
But one night, perhaps the milk my sister drank didn't have enough of the drug powder, because she suddenly woke up while I was getting into it, which startled me! In my panic, I almost ejaculated prematurely, nearly shooting inside her vagina (that would have been terrible!). Luckily, I reacted quickly and pulled out in time, a gush of hot semen landing on her pubic hair. After being exposed, my sister became more vigilant and never drank that milk again. So every night I was back to facing that tightly closed door, sighing helplessly. Life returned to that dull, boring state.
(IV)
Two months later, I finally found another opportunity. I got my hands on some imported Japanese chocolate from a friend, the kind laced with a date rape drug, specifically for girls. My sister loves chocolate, unlike some girls who pretend to want it but then say they're afraid of gaining weight. I put the chocolate in a place in the living room where she could easily find it. She thought Mom had bought it and ate it, then couldn't wake up from her afternoon nap. Coincidentally, that afternoon (it was the weekend), a mahjong player called to invite her to play, and Dad had to go on a business trip, leaving only me and my still-sleepy sister at home. What a perfect opportunity!
I had my way with her. I played with every attractive part of her body, inside and out, to my heart's content—it was incredibly pleasurable! That imported chocolate was indeed potent; no matter what I did, my sister wouldn't wake up. I almost deflowered her, my glans was already inside, but then I thought it was a bit dirty, so I stopped.
That day, I fucked her for over five hours straight, from afternoon until evening, ejaculating three times (as if I were releasing all the pent-up sexual desire of the past two months at once). I was so exhausted that my legs were too weak to walk. When my mother returned home after playing cards, I had already cleaned up the scene perfectly, making it exactly as she had left it.
After this exhilarating rape, I became even bolder. I was increasingly confident that my sister wouldn't tell anyone. Although she was unwilling, she had already been with me so many times, what difference would one more time make? So one night, I hid in my sister's room early. When she finished watching TV and came back to her room from the living room to rest, I suddenly jumped out from the shadows, grabbed her, quickly slammed the door shut, and pulled her to the bed. Sure enough, my sister didn't scream or shout; she just resisted silently. But a girl's strength is limited, and perhaps she realized this wasn't the first time (and I couldn't let her off easily), so she eventually gave up her futile struggle and obediently let me rape her.
After that, I no longer needed to wait until my sister was asleep before sneaking into her room, or drug her and knock her unconscious before making my move. Things became much simpler. Whenever I couldn't hold back any longer, I would go to her and ask her to have sex with me (of course, behind our parents' backs). I was certain she wouldn't dare tell our parents; she wouldn't tell anyone. It was just a little secret between my sister and me. Besides, as her older brother, aside from the occasional need to release my sexual desire on her, I doted on her! Who wouldn't think we were a very close brother and sister
? Actually, I really loved my sister, but I could never control the powerful beast of desire deep within me. We are loving siblings and passionate lovers, what's wrong with that? So, time and again, my sister and I are deeply united, our bodies intertwined. My only worry is whether she might get pregnant, because even though I always withdraw, the risk is still high. Fortunately, everything has been fine, and we've had a "red light" every month.
To prevent any accidents, my sister and I made three "gentlemen's agreements" (it seems she's resigned herself to it):
1. No more than five times a month (once a week on average);
2. Always use a condom; 3.
Don't force her to have sex during her period.
I naturally abide by these rules. But sometimes, I find penetration with a condom unsatisfying, as it's not as stimulating as skin-to-skin contact. So, during her safe period, I ask to penetrate her without a condom. My sister can't resist my persistent pleading and reluctantly agrees.
On those days, I always have a particularly enjoyable time.
(V)
For so many years, I have maintained a forbidden physical relationship with my sister. Under my loving care, her beautiful body has matured and blossomed. Her breasts have grown from two small green apples into firm, full peaks, and the area around her little pussy has transformed from lush grass into a dense forest. Her tender hole is moist and supple, tight but not rough, soft but not mushy! As for me, through constant practice, my penis's endurance has increased from the initial ten minutes to forty or fifty minutes. Our compatibility has improved significantly, and we often reach orgasm together. I believe that it won't be long before my sister is completely willing to have sex with me. At that time, I won't say "raping my own sister," but rather "making love with my sister."
This is the story of my sister and me.

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