My sister's wedding + my wedding are over

Yesterday was my sister 's wedding
day, a joyous occasion. We finally accomplished something that had been on our minds for years.
My feelings were incredibly complex that day. First, my sister getting married made me feel like my beloved treasure had been
taken away . Second, finally, someone could rightfully take care of her for the rest of her life, which brought me immense joy as her brother.
From the moment I learned of my sister's marriage, I was busy with all the wedding-related matters.
I even stayed up half the night before the wedding, just to ensure nothing went wrong. On the wedding day
, I got up at 3 a.m., only slept for two hours, and started running around with a heavy heart. By the time the groom brought
the bride to the hotel and they started changing her wedding dress, I was so exhausted that I collapsed on the sofa in the room next to the bride's dressing room,
unable to move.
Suddenly, the phone rang. My sister asked where I was, saying she was worried because she couldn't see me. I told her I was resting next door and
it wasn't convenient for her to be there while she changed.
A while later, I heard a knock on the door. I opened my eyes and saw my sister in her wedding dress enter, closing
the door behind her. Seeing my sister in her sparkling white wedding dress and beautiful bridal makeup, my heart pounded with excitement
. I hurriedly asked, "Why are you here? Are you all changed? Are you going downstairs for the ceremony?"
My sister waved her hand and said, "I just wanted to see you. I told the makeup artist and bridesmaid I was going to the restroom and then
ran over to see you."
I was overwhelmed with emotion and speechless. My sister stood there silently too. One of us stood
by the door, the other by the sofa in the corner, gazing at each other as if time had stopped. The air seemed to
thicken , and even the slight blinking of her tearful eyes and the pink heartbeat behind her soft breasts
seemed to resonate within me, stirring a powerful echo.
I held back my tears and slowly reached out my arms to my sister. She grabbed the heavy train of her wedding dress and rushed towards me,
falling into my embrace. I held her tightly, stroking her bare, delicate back, my heart churning with a mix of
emotions. A mixture of emotions—gratification, joy, happiness, bitterness, jealousy, sorrow, anger, fear—
gradually coalesced, and a voice kept repeating: My sister is mine!
"Brother, it hurts..." My sister groaned softly, and I realized I was holding her too tightly. I quickly
released her, gently stroking her arms with concern.
"Sister, I can't bear to see you marry someone else!" I blurted out, immediately regretting it—this was
the most important day of my sister's life, and I was about to ruin her beautiful memories! "I'm sorry, I misspoke..."
My sister's lips met mine. That brief, half-second kiss felt like slow motion; I
could even feel the contact, collision, pressure, relaxation, rebound, fluctuation, and separation between the cells of our lips...
"Brother, if you keep talking, I'll run away from the wedding," my sister said, tears welling in her eyes, forcing a smile, her
voice .
I hugged her tightly again, pouring out my love for her without restraint: "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!!"
"Brother, kiss me..." my sister whispered softly.
I slowly released her, looking at her in surprise.
"Brother, truly love your sister this once, then send her off to her wedding," my sister
said gently, like an older sister comforting a younger brother. "Don't ruin my makeup!"
I trembled, unable to control myself, and kissed her...
Our tongues only intertwined briefly before reluctantly separating, because I couldn't ruin
my sister's bridal makeup.
My lips restrained themselves, lightly kissing her forehead, face, lips, ears, neck, and hair,
while my hands frantically caressed her body. Finally, without restraint, I pulled off her
wedding dress, ripped off her invisible bra, and ravaged those pink breasts that had haunted my youthful dreams for so many years.
My sister let out a soft moan, not stopping me, but instead rubbing against me, then taking off
my suit jacket and tossing it somewhere.
I picked her up and placed her on the table beside me. I lowered my head, looking at her already erect
nipples—I no longer cared about bridal makeup here, and without hesitation, I pecked at them, sucking haphazardly.
My hand, after a long period of groping, finally grasped the hem of the wedding dress, then haphazardly pushed it up against the thick fabric
and the tangled steel frame.
Finally, I touched my sister's panties, but after several attempts, I couldn't get them off.
In desperation, I carried my sister to the bed and haphazardly pushed all the wedding dresses to the top, but this meant I couldn't see
or touch her anymore.
But at that moment, I didn't care about anything else; my mind kept repeating, "Mine! Mine! Mine!!"
I hastily pulled down my pants and inserted my throbbing penis into my sister's vagina!
I felt my sister's already tight vagina become even more tense, although it was already soaking wet, perhaps
because her hymen had ruptured.
I ignored my sister's pain and continued thrusting in and out of her vagina until I
looked up and saw the mirror on the ceiling above the bed, which presented us in a completely different light. I
could see my sister looking at me in the mirror. Her slightly happy expression told me she was happy, and although
there was a slight pain, seeing me working so hard made her feel better.
I heard someone calling my sister's name from outside the door; her bridesmaids were looking for her, seemingly unaware that
the bride, carrying her long train, would go to the bathroom.
Suddenly, I felt an even stronger sense of closure, perhaps because my sister was nervous from the calls outside.
This almost made me ejaculate inside her. I steadied my breathing, touched my sister's hand, and
intertwined connection. What complex emotions those were! On the day my
sister, six years younger than me and my childhood sweetheart, was getting married, just before the wedding ceremony, I was making love to her passionately, and it was her first time!
Outside , her parents and bridesmaids were frantically searching for her in the hallway; her groom was waiting for her in the chapel below with dozens of
relatives and friends ; and she was making love with her beloved brother, giving him her virginity…
What a crazy yet exhilarating incestuous act!
I finally had my sister at the last moment! She's mine! She's mine!
No! I want to possess her completely!
Thinking this, I increased the speed of my thrusts, penetrating deeper and more violently into my sister's womb. Through
the wedding dress , I heard my sister's moans and soft cries of pain. I ignored them, continuing to thrust deeper into her.
"I'm going to shoot inside! I'm going to shoot inside!! I'm going to shoot inside!!!"
My sister seemed to sense my thoughts, grabbing my hand and calling out to me. I didn't want to stop my plan,
so I increased the frequency of my thrusts, which made my sister unable to speak for a moment, only letting out more exciting, seductive moans.
I thrust into my sister's pink and wet vagina, making the sound of fluid pumping in the tube as the pressure changed, and
the sound of our two genitals colliding. This incestuous guilt excited me to the extreme!
"Sister! Sister! I love you! I love you! You are my woman!! Mine!" I
confessed incoherently, not knowing if my sister heard me. I only felt my sister's belly tighten even more. I finally couldn't hold back,
and a tingling sensation ran down my lower body. I roared, "I'm coming! I'm coming!" I felt my sister's belly tighten again, and I
ejaculated, shooting wave after wave of semen into my sister's uterus.
Perhaps stimulated by the scalding semen, my sister also arched her body suddenly, entering an orgasm.
The slapping sounds of the liquid hitting each other became even more jarring.
We both trembled, momentarily paralyzed. Slowly, I reluctantly pulled my penis out.
As the head of my penis left my sister's vaginal opening, she involuntarily trembled.
And so, we completed our final
ecstasy and ceremony, with the brother ejaculating his thick semen into the sister's uterus. I could send her off to her wedding without regrets.
My sister, dragging her weak body, her wrinkled wedding dress, and her sweat-smeared bridal makeup, returned to the dressing room.
I don't know what excuse she used to cover it all up. I only remember that before she left, she turned back and said to me
: "Brother, I'll be waiting for your big day."

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