Sister becomes wife

Today I was reading a pornographic magazine, and to my astonishment, I saw someone I knew—my sister.
Of course, anything in a pornographic magazine is bound to be something bad. The book was full of nude photos of my sister, each one posing seductively, some even featuring close-ups of her genitals.
The more I looked, the more uneasy I felt, not because I wondered why my sister would take such photos, but because she didn't seem like my sister, even though they looked identical.
Could she have been forced to take these photos? But it didn't seem like it.
I decided to stop thinking about it and test my sister.
Before explaining my plan, let me tell you about my family situation.
My mother died when I was very young, and my father never remarried after her death, only working tirelessly.
My sister and I saw our father less than five hours a week. We were raised by domestic help until I was fifteen, when my father thought I was independent enough and could take care of my sister, so he stopped hiring domestic help and handed over the household responsibilities to me. From then on, my sister and I shared the housework.
The test plan came about from this. My sister had always been in charge of cleaning the rooms. I put the book under my pillow, making sure that page was easy to find.
Then I went to school. Today was supposed to be a holiday, but I had to make up an experiment class today, so I had to go back to university. I

got back from university at seven o'clock. Usually, my sister would be cooking at this time, but today was different; she hadn't even cooked rice.
I went to her room and asked, "Sis, why didn't you cook?"
My sister said through the door, "Brother, I'm not feeling well. Let's order takeout today!"
I knew she was troubled as soon as I heard that; I guessed she must have seen that book.
I quickly went back to my room to check. The book was still under my pillow, but it was upside down. She must have known I had seen it and was afraid I would scold her.
But I wanted to know why, so when the takeout arrived, I went to call my sister to come out and eat. She said she had no appetite, so I lied and said I didn't have enough money to buy it and asked her to lend me some. Only then did she come out.
As soon as my sister came out, I said, "Since you're out, let's eat something."
My sister didn't look directly at me, but nodded slightly. It was then that I realized my sister was actually very pretty; she just didn't usually dress up.
My sister noticed me looking at her, her face flushed, and she lowered her head even further.
To break the silence, I spoke first, "Dinner's ready! It'll get cold."
My sister only responded with a "Mmm!"
During dinner, there was no sound except for the television.
I spoke first, "There was almost an accident during the experiment today, but luckily I reacted quickly and was okay."
My sister finally spoke up, "Brother, experiments aren't a joke. What if you get hurt?"
It was good that my sister was willing to talk more, so I said repeatedly, "Yes, yes, I'll be careful next time."
My sister smiled, and the atmosphere improved a lot.
After that, everyone chatted and laughed as usual, when suddenly my sister asked, "Brother, have you read that book?"
I knew immediately it was that pornographic magazine, but I said, "Which one? I have many books."
My sister said, "The one under your pillow."
I might as well be direct and say, "Yes, I have. It's normal for men to read these kinds of books, but one of them looks a bit like you." I deliberately said "looks like you" instead of "it's you," hoping that my sister would tell the truth herself.
My sister hesitated to speak
, then said, "That's me." It was true! I asked, "Why did you take those kinds of photos?"
She said, "I didn't take those kinds of photos."
Didn't? Then…
she continued, "I did go to have my picture taken, but I had clothes on. Somehow, when I cancelled the registration, the clothes were gone."

I immediately understood. The magazine had used computer processing or put someone else's head on top of the image to create a composite.
I explained it to her, and seeing her much happier, I felt relieved.
But she still seemed troubled, saying, "No one will believe it. Even I thought I had taken those photos."
I was very confused. "Thought" I had taken photos? If I did, I did; if I didn't, I didn't. How could I "think" I did?
Seeing my strange expression, she said, "Brother, I'll show you, and you'll understand. Bring that book to my room."
Completely confused, I had no choice but to do as she said.
I took the book and went into my sister's room. As soon as I entered, I saw her sitting on the bed.
I said, "I brought the book, what's there to look at?"
My sister, as if she'd made up her mind, immediately took off her t-shirt. Now she was only wearing a pink bra, but it was a 1/2 cup, barely covering her full breasts.
I stared, speechless, and after a long pause, finally managed to say, "Sister, why are you…?"
Before I could finish, she said, "Look at me in the book."
I looked at the girl in the book with excitement, but couldn't see anything. "What's wrong?" I asked.
She said, "In the book, my left breast…"
Before she could finish, I saw a mole under her left nipple. I looked at her.
She said, "I have one under my left nipple." As she spoke, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. As soon as
the clasp came undone, her breasts spilled out. She covered one breast with one hand and unhooked the bra with the other. When the bra was completely off, she covered her chest with both hands.
At that moment, my sister's movements were incredibly alluring, and with my little brother's restless erection, I felt an urge to...
My sister's words brought me back to reality: "Brother, look!" With that, she opened her arms, revealing two pink nipples before my eyes.
I looked closely and saw a mole under her left nipple. Such a coincidence!
I examined her closely, unconsciously getting closer and closer to her nipple. Because of my rapid breathing, some air hit her nipple, causing the areola to tighten slightly, and the nipple to harden. Seeing this, I was overjoyed. My sister was so sensitive!
I glanced at my sister; her face was turned away, but her cheeks were flushed as she whispered, "Brother, don't... don't blow on my nipples." I felt embarrassed to look at her for so long and said, "It's just a coincidence that they're in the same spot. I'll believe you."
I truly believed my sister completely because the shape of the breasts and the color of the nipples in the book were slightly different from reality. The breasts in the book, while firm, were slightly sagging, not as firm as my sister's breasts at seventeen. Also, the nipples in the book weren't pink, so I absolutely believed her.
But my sister wouldn't accept my explanation: "Brother, look at the lower half of the photo again."
Upon closer inspection, I noticed a mole on the inner right thigh near her vulva.
Just then, my sister took off her shorts, leaving only pink panties matching her bra.
I was surprised and asked, "Do you have another mole in the same spot?"
My sister didn't answer. She spread her legs and pulled open the right side of her panties, revealing the mole through her pubic hair.
But at that moment, my attention wasn't on the mole, but on her panties. Because her underwear was wet and her pubic hair had a sheen, I didn't expect my sister to also get excited and wet.
Seeing me staring in disbelief, my sister almost burst into tears. She said, "Even you don't believe me, brother! What am I supposed to do?"
Seeing her on the verge of tears, I immediately hugged her and said, "Brother believes you, I definitely believe you."
At that moment, I gently brushed her hair aside with one hand and ran my other hand across her back. I was surprised at how smooth her skin was, and how fragrant it smelled.
My sister calmed down considerably, but remained shy in my arms, asking, "Brother believes me, but others don't. No one will want me."
I replied, "You're so beautiful, how could no one want you? If that's true, I'll take care of you for life."
My sister asked, "Really?"
I nodded.
My sister seemed very happy and said, "Brother is the best." She hugged me tightly.
At that moment, her breasts pressed against my chest, and I could vaguely feel her nipples. I was a little flustered; my little brother was already hard to stand.
My sister seemed to sense my feelings, whispering in my ear, "I love you, brother." Then she pressed her lips to mine and kissed me passionately.
I hadn't expected her to do this, but I gradually became engrossed, my hands roaming restlessly over her smooth body. When my hands reached her breasts, my fingers first circled the areolas, then gently rubbed the nipples with two fingers.
My sister couldn't resist this caress and let out a soft moan.
I gently pressed my sister down on the bed, my left hand playing with her left breast, my mouth on her right nipple, while my right hand reached towards her virgin territory.
I didn't rush to remove her panties; my hand only caressed her genitals. Perhaps she was too nervous, because her legs were tightly clamped together. I slowly swept my hand along the inside of her thighs, and sure enough, she felt comfortable and gradually relaxed her legs.
Now I can caress my vulva through my underwear. As I gently stroke it, my sister moanes, "Ah...it feels so good...Brother, hurry...it feels amazing."
Her vaginal fluid has soaked her underwear. Seeing that she's aroused, I take off my clothes and her underwear. Now we're both naked. We're no longer siblings, just two lustful people.
When my sister sees my erect penis, she stares at it intently and says, "This is brother's..."
I stop her, slyly saying, "It'll be yours in a minute."
My sister blushes and says, "Brother is naughty, I don't want to."
I take her hand and place it on my penis. At first, she's a little scared and hesitant to hold it, but she gradually gets used to it and starts holding it with both hands.
"It's throbbing!" my sister exclaims excitedly, as if she's discovered something new.
I said, "It's so happy to see you that it's jumping around so excitedly. Try kissing it."
My sister did as I said, slowly bringing her lips to the glans. Each kiss sent waves of pleasure through her, and sometimes she would even use her tongue to take it into her mouth.
I also played with my sister's nipples, reigniting her desire. I was incredibly excited, and without needing her to perform oral sex, I pressed her down on the bed. My sister understood what I was going to do, and her whole body relaxed, allowing me to handle her.
I gently probed her vaginal opening with my penis, saying to my sister, "I'm going in."
My sister nodded, and I inserted my penis into her vagina.
As the glans entered, my sister said, "Ah...it's so big...slow...slower..." I slowed down, continuing to penetrate gently.
I felt a thin hymen in front of me, and then it broke through.
My sister cried out, "Brother, it hurts...it hurts! Stop, don't move..."
I stopped and saw the pain on her face. Feeling a pang of tenderness, I whispered in her ear, "Brother loves you very much."
Then I kissed her lips.
Hearing this, she hugged me even tighter, as if afraid I would leave. "Brother, I'm actually very happy. Now you and I are one."
I knew she wasn't in so much pain anymore, so I slowly began to move my penis in and out.
My sister cried out in pleasure, "It's so full...Brother's is so big, so comfortable...ah...ah...faster...brother...push it in harder..."
Encouraged by her, I thrust even harder, my penis repeatedly entering and exiting her vagina.
After about a hundred thrusts, I felt I was about to ejaculate and said, "I'm about to ejaculate, I'm going to pull out."
But my sister said, "Don't pull out, ejaculate inside! I want to have your child."
I couldn't resist pouring all my semen into her womb.
I gently kissed my sister's face: "Do you regret it? We're committing incest now, and you might be pregnant with my child."
My sister said, "I'm happy to be pregnant with my brother's child because I really love him."
Hearing this, all my worries vanished. Who cares about siblings or incest? As long as we truly love each other, that's enough.
I smiled and hugged my sister until we fell asleep.
Afterward, I continued to make love with my sister, and I ejaculated inside her every time.
I also thought that if my sister really got pregnant, I would tell my father that my sister had gotten pregnant by her boyfriend, and that he had abandoned her. Anyway, my father wasn't home much, so I could handle everything.
A month after my sister and I made love for the first time, it was my sister's 18th birthday, and my father came back.
And from my father, I learned a big secret—my sister wasn't my biological sister. My mother's health had been poor after giving birth to me. But my mother really wanted a daughter, so she adopted my sister.
Hearing this, my sister and I were very happy. Since we weren't blood-related siblings, of course we could get married.
My father was surprised when he found out, but he quickly accepted it.
After that, my sister and I became husband and wife.
One day, she suddenly picked up a pornographic magazine and said to me, "You also shoot for this kind of magazine!"
I looked at it and said, "No way! It's not me!"
My sister... oh! It was my wife. She pointed to a male model's genitals and said, "Look, his glans has a mole just like yours!" Then she smiled at me.

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