Dog slave mother and daughter

"Chirp chirp! Tap... tap... tap..."
(Is my sister going out again?) 　　Xiang
thought hazily, nestled in the warm blankets.
For the past few nights, he'd often heard furtive footsteps in the hallway, followed by the crisp, clear sound of the front door being quietly opened, "Click!" The brief, cold metallic sound echoed repeatedly in the darkness, only serving to emphasize the stillness inside.
A few seconds later, the low, receding sound of a car engine brought the house back to sleep, a surreal feeling as if nothing had happened. Ando felt a dreamlike unreality. He rolled over again in the layers of blankets, the warm, heavy pressure like being in his mother's womb, giving him a strange sense of security and calming him down for a moment.
"Hmm... who's doing this?" he thought carefully. This strange activity had been going on for almost two weeks. Every time Xiang heard footsteps outside the door while half-asleep, the repeated, rapid sounds hinted at an unknown secret, stimulating his sensitive and fragile auditory nerves in his slumber. Suspicion and the unknown brought an intuitive
, suffocating unease, like the tide surging in from the shore, quickly engulfing the entire room. Although curiosity sometimes drove him, strangely, each time he didn't even have time to ponder the strange noises outside, or even open his heavy eyelids, a sense of powerlessness would overwhelm him, and he would drift back to sleep, only to groggily and dejectedly
get
out
of bed the next morning, leaving behind unanswered questions. ********** ...
At this moment, Xiang stared blankly at his family's figures bathed in the cold white morning light, his still warm and soft skin, warm from sleep, feeling a static-like sensation against the rapidly moving air around him. Although he was going to be late for school, he still ate his breakfast slowly, nibbling at the toast bit by bit, his eyes a dark gray and listless, as if he had some unspoken worries.
His father read the morning paper, sipping his coffee, occasionally flicking the paper to keep the page he wanted to read upright. His hair was neatly combed, he wore thick-rimmed black glasses, and a checkered tie bought casually from a department store, signifying his status as an ordinary company employee with a stable income but little chance of promotion over the years.
His father, no longer young, was content with this warm home, and when not in a hurry, his face still wore a deep, ingrained smile, making him look like a kind and approachable elder. Like an old man who might suddenly pat your head, give you a piece of candy, and ask how your school was going.
"Hmm...hehe...the coffee is really good today...who made it?"
His smiling eyes revealed the wrinkles of time. His father was more than ten years older than his mother; when they stood together, some people even mistook his young and beautiful mother for his father's daughter. His mother had quit her modeling job to marry his father, an ordinary section chief, and become a housewife. Her actions shocked many friends and relatives; some even predicted their breakup was imminent. But…
"Of course it was me…darling…"
…However, the sweet conversation seemed to prove the absurdity of those predictions.
His mother leaned gently against his father's back, her hands lightly massaging his shoulders, whispering intimately in his ear.
Too lazy to care about something that happened every day, Xiang rolled his eyes, absentmindedly sipping orange juice from the glass, letting the sour taste sting his mouth ulcers caused by lack of sleep.
"Eee---plop-plop..." With juice in his mouth, Sho endured the burning pain in his lips, tears welling in his eyes, a picture of unspeakable suffering, a pained expression on his face.
Looking at the orange juice in his hand, he realized his foolishness, his delicate brows furrowing as he placed the glass aside with a soft "tap!"—he wouldn't drink anymore.
At the same time, Sho's gaze suddenly froze, stunned, his mind blank… He secretly glanced at his older sister, Shizuko, who was bringing out a plate of freshly fried eggs from the kitchen. Her delicate face held her usual smile, her shoulder-length glossy black hair… and… her demeanor possessed an indescribable charm… like… the fragrance of a young girl who had just tasted sex…
"Sho, do you want more eggs?"
"Squeak~~" The sound of his filthy thoughts being crushed suddenly echoed in Sho's mind.
She finally interrupted his wandering thoughts, causing his cheeks to flush red like a girl's, and he was so embarrassed that he almost buried his head in the cup.
How could he have thought of his older sister?
Really, he thought.
She gestured to the perfectly shaped fried egg in her hand, with its soft, smooth egg white and thick, fragrant yellow sauce. Fried eggs were probably Shizuko's only specialty; her other dishes were unremarkable. In the past, when Sho came home from school and the adults weren't home, Shizuko would make him a fried egg to fill his stomach. After years of practice, her skills were naturally extraordinary.
Shizuko was four years older than Sho, who was fourteen years older than her, so besides taking care of him like a mother, they didn't have much in common. They would at most talk about school. Sho had never truly understood his older sister; there seemed to be an insurmountable gap between them.
"Th-thank you...no need, I'm already full,"
Sho unconsciously said, but he still stared blankly at his sister, just staring.
"Honestly, you need to eat more to grow taller!" she said with a laugh, her bright smile showing no sign of suspicion about her brother's unusual behavior.
Sho's gaze shifted from her face, suddenly noticing a mark on her wrist—a bright pink circle, like a watch mark, unusually prominent on Shizuko's fair and slender arm, as if hinting at something. Sho seemed to have almost grasped an answer, but the vague answer couldn't be concretely expressed with his understanding and knowledge. This made him a little uneasy.
Finally, after slowly finishing his breakfast, Sho adjusted his backpack, preparing to leave.
He disliked the monotonous school, but it was the only place he could go, assuming he didn't dare skip class. He sighed.
With average grades, Sho only had a few friends at school. When people mentioned "Ando Sho," they mostly thought of a boy who, compared to his age, seemed somewhat underdeveloped. His grades were above average, but he was usually quiet, almost lost in thought, and only occasionally interacted with other classmates, so he wasn't very sociable.
Pinning his school uniform tie, Xiang looked in the mirror and saw a girlish, fair face, thin shoulders, a helpless look in his eyes, and a slightly self-deprecating smile.
His mother had vaguely told him he'd found a great job, so these past few days she'd been leaving early and returning late, but she'd always cook a big meal for everyone, even choosing his father's favorite dishes. His sister obediently massaged his shoulders, and he happily drank his beer and enjoyed watching TV; he didn't care much…
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It was another moonless night, the pitch-black sky concealing a restless undercurrent beneath the calm. Meanwhile, in bed, Sho tossed and turned in a chaotic dream, a restless heat spreading through his chest. The footsteps
stopped...tap...tap...
the sound ceased just outside his door. In the darkness, the grey, lifeless door creaked open...
(!!!)
(Sister...Sister?! What...what is she doing here?)
He still didn't open his eyes, but he felt his heavily pounding heart about to burst. A heavy pressure swept over his chest, fear, curiosity, worry...and "anticipation" all erupting in an instant.
Although his doubts were about to be confirmed, Sho couldn't hide his shock. Even with the truth before him, he still felt a trace of uncertainty. In some ways, he was somewhat masochistic, wanting to hold onto the cruel reality until the very end, until it could no longer be concealed, before it exploded. Imagining the twisted pleasure of breaking free, Sho habitually licked his lips.
"Sister?"
He struggled to open his eyes, never expecting the transition from being awake alone to being physically awake to be so slow and difficult. It was like trying to pull himself, submerged in the waters of a "dream," to the shore of "awakeness." Even after reaching the shore, he was still soaking wet, bearing the remnants of the "dream," blurring the distinction between water and land.
"Shh! Don't speak..." His sister, seen in the darkness, seemed even more alluring and beautiful. She walked around the door and gently closed it. Her thin, off-the-shoulder nightgown seemed to further push a certain gear in Xiang's brain,
causing it to slowly turn. But as she said this, she bent down and placed her slender hand on the crotch of Xiang's thin nightgown, gently sliding it across the fabric. The vibration from the friction sent a jolt of electricity through his sleepy eyes, initiating a series of intense biochemical reactions.
"Ugh..." Suddenly stimulated, Xiang squinted, recoiling slightly as if Shizuko had touched a wound. Embarrassed, he tried to sit up in bed.
His penis, just beginning to develop secondary sexual characteristics, felt incredibly swollen. Young and inexperienced, Sho found the stimulation of his older sister's teasing of his erect penis, which he was just waking up from, unbearable.
Because his knowledge and experience of sex were almost zero, he didn't know how to react to his sister's sudden action. He could only stand there helplessly with his hands outstretched in front of Shizuko, panicked and unsure whether to push her away or…
Sho said anxiously, "Sister… no… you can't do this… ahh…"
Shizuko's fingernails lightly traced the thin, delicate skin of Ando's abdomen, simultaneously affecting the larger, rod-like tissue below, causing him to groan softly.
Shizuko continued her actions, without hesitation pulling down the elastic band on his pants, along with his suddenly swollen cotton underwear. A penis covered by a foreskin burst forth, the head slightly exposed, revealing a tender pink color.
There seemed to be some transparent, sticky fluid between them. Shizuko skillfully peeled it away, and to Ando's surprise, she lowered her head between his legs. Her smooth, silky black hair gently brushed against his inner thighs, the slight itching discomfort causing a strange feeling to quickly spread within Ando.
"Ah... Sister... What are you doing? It's dirty..."
Ando, remembering that he hadn't washed his penis after using the toilet before bed, became even more anxious to stop Shizuko, whose delicate, pink lips were already parted. His hands were already on her shoulders.
"It's okay... Come on..." But the warm sensation of her body, and with his hands gripping Shizuko's smooth shoulders, Sho didn't know how to stop his sister from doing something so shameful and bold.
Warm, sticky breath was exhaled onto Sho's penis. As he was about to discover the hidden function of that part, a strange flow ran through his lower abdomen, blood rushed from all around his body to his soft tissues, and he felt a dizzying, floating sensation surge up.
Shizuko didn't even look at him, her two fingers pinching his still gently throbbing penis, her head tilted so that her shoulder-length brown hair slipped down...
"Slurp...sizzle..." Surprisingly, an exaggerated, almost exaggerated sound, like eating thick, chewy udon noodles, came from her lips. This was something that would normally make most girls blush, something they wouldn't do before marriage, yet she remained calm, as indifferent and quiet as a doll. Only when her head lowered to his mouth would her nostrils exhale onto Sho's scrotum.
Sho's erect penis was a beautiful pink, like a rosebud, growing firmly and rapidly... until "it" reached its current limit. Trembling, struggling.
His still immature testicles, or rather, his scrotum still waiting for the right stimulation, only released a little clear fluid, which Shizuko carefully licked clean with her curled tongue.
"Mmm..." Shizuko gestured to the dark, secret place beneath her nightgown. As she bent over, her smooth, firm buttocks were slowly revealed. A body odor, neither foul nor pleasant, was carried by the air currents as she moved.
Sho himself didn't know what he was doing. He stared intently at the folded vulva before him, crawling closer and sniffing like a dog. He didn't know what he was doing, but Sho only knew that it made him feel good. At this moment , 　　Sho was unaware that he would gradually become a lustful beast, a sex slave, driven by desire.
"Ah ... 　　"Huff, huff..." Shizuko, who was being squeezed, crawled forward on all fours, causing Sho, who was connected to her vagina, to follow. Shizuko's young, tight vulva held Sho's erect penis as she crawled out of the house, leaning against the stairs and holding onto the handrail as she descended. Panting, Shizuko said to her younger brother, "...Be careful...don't fall out..." "Oh?...Hmm??" Sho listened to the chaos before him, bewildered. 　　The two figures intertwined in the house at night, their low breaths and blush-inducing moans contrasting sharply with their similar bodies. 　　In a luxury car that appeared black due to the darkness, Sho was frantically thrusting into his older sister Shizuko in the back seat, grabbing her hot, round buttocks. They were still wearing pajamas and t-shirts, and the air in the cramped space of the car was filled with the sticky, sweaty scent of sweat. The two people in the front seats seemed oblivious to the swaying and moaning coming from the back, their conversation flowing casually. 　　"Heh...I didn't expect your daughter to be as lewd as you, letting her sleep with her own brother..." 　　the man, exuding a dangerous aura, said without turning his head. He wore a black shirt and tie, and even in the darkness, he wore light-colored sunglasses to conceal his lewd gaze. 　　"Of course, she does have my excellent offspring..." 　　the mother, presumably still working overtime, chuckled. Her suit was as elegant and virtuous as usual, but now the tight-fitting skirt, low-cut neckline, and meticulous makeup gave her an extremely seductive look, reminiscent of a bar hostess entertaining tired office workers, or a high-class prostitute owned by the wealthy or powerful, secretly satisfying their desires under their desks. 　　The mother bent over and pressed her head between the man's legs. Her head swayed slightly with the swaying of the car. After hearing the sound of a zipper being pulled open, the mother intimately licked the man's penis, making no attempt to hide the look of ecstasy on her face.

In the chaos, Sho realized his current situation, but he still couldn't help but thrust, pressing his sister tightly against his abdomen. The slender abdominal muscles rubbed against the black, wire-like pubic hair, making a soft, rustling sound.
His mother had recently been working with that man in a lewd place, and without realizing it, she had become his subservient woman, serving his clients, going to hotels, and even performing in front of others in revealing, provocative clothing.
Sho also noticed that his once virtuous and considerate mother had started to dress up, transforming into a glamorous and sexy lady, wearing bright red lipstick and expensive, tight-fitting suits. Ando almost couldn't recognize her as the mother who used to wear an apron, spend all day making pasta sauce, meticulously preparing fresh spices, and complaining that her cooking was too hasty after all the complicated procedures.
But perhaps this was her true life! Sho, unaware of the truth, had thought this before.
The car quickly stopped in an abandoned commercial development area. Once a bustling and vibrant area, it had become a dilapidated and deserted ghost town due to urban development. The car stopped beside a supermarket, its shelves scattered about, a faint light peeking out from the filthy store.
Beyond the supermarket's broken doors, dust-covered items lay inside, the dim light emanating from the few remaining working fluorescent lights. Amidst the chaotic, overturned shelves, a naked body lay, its limbs bound by ropes, shivering as if surrounded by cold.
The man beside it sneered, "Heh... I didn't expect you to do something like this to your own brother... How lecherous~"
He then roughly twisted Shizuko's erect breasts, the soft nightgown accentuating her curves. Most striking were the two parallel lines drawn across the silk fabric of her hard nipples, rising and falling with her breath.
"Ahhhhhh! No!!!" Shizuko suddenly cried out in panic, "Pervert!"
"Sister!" Hearing Shizuko's anxious cry, Sho was surprised and stepped forward, but was blocked by his mother.
"Don't go over there, Sho," his mother said with a strange smile.
"Look at her expression!" Her gaze shifted to the naked, sweating body, watching her daughter sway seductively, moving her joints rhythmically like a dancer, her sweat-drenched skin clinging to the thin gauze, dancing a lewd gait that tempted incest.
"Look, doesn't she look happy?" As she spoke, her arm gently wrapped around Sho's shoulder, quietly unbuttoning a button behind his back, unsuspecting Sho.
"No~~~" Shizuko cried out again.
"B-but..." Sho looked uncertainly at his mother behind him.
"It's okay, she always does it like this..."
His mother's face still had that gentle smile, a reassuring expression that subtly hinted at something.
The man still chuckled wickedly, as if he had overheard Xiang's conversation. His hand, which had been gripping Jingzi's breasts, suddenly ripped open the thin fabric.
"Sister!"
To Xiang's astonishment, beneath his sister Jingzi's pristine silk nightgown lay a perverse garment.
Thin, delicate wires pierced her skin, connecting to metal rods on her nipples. The other end of the wire served as a collar around her neck and small rings around her clitoris and labia, resembling a minimalist bikini.
This design meant that every movement Jingzi made would stimulate her sensitive areas. Xiang couldn't believe Jingzi would do something so bizarre to him.
"Look, this is all your brother's white semen. You love this smell, don't you?" The man rummaged around near the fallen cabinet, pulled out a spoon, and waved it in Jingzi's face.
"Mmm...hehe...mmm..." Unexpectedly, Jingzi's face transformed into a lewd, seductive smile, her breasts jiggling with her clear laughter.
The man bent down, facing her lower abdomen. He extended two fingers and, in front of Xiang's eyes, parted Jingzi's labia minora, revealing the translucent pink flesh inside. From the narrow crevice of her pulsating vagina, thick, white, foul-smelling fluid oozed out.
"Mmm... Ahhhhhhh!!" The plastic disposable spoon scraped against the soft mucous membrane, occasionally brushing against the metal ring on her clitoris. The white spoon quickly filled with Xiang's semen, filling the dark room with the thick stench of sweat and semen, lingering in the air.
"Glug... lick..." Jingzi smacked her lips, letting her brother's fluid stretch into thin strands between her beautiful lips, some of it overflowing and running down her chin.
"Your table manners are truly unsightly."
"Yes, I'm sorry, Master."
Xiang suddenly felt a tickle near his ear and saw his mother pulling down his underwear from behind. Xiang tried to stop his mother, but strangely, he couldn't muster the strength. Despite his own will, his limbs remained unresponsive.
Xiang stood quietly, his mother behind him, her hand around his waist, stroking his penis back and forth. Gradually, both of their eyes were filled with a fiery, frenzied lust.
His mother turned to face Xiang, her back to him, seductively swaying her mature and alluring body, her round, full buttocks parting as her legs opened.
Xiang stared silently at his penis, at his mother's neatly trimmed genitals, at her slightly parted, plump labia as she sat down, dripping with excited fluid. Xiang's mind went blank.
(Yes, just like that, don't think about anything!)
"Come on... give me your big stick, come and fuck your mother's horny, stinky ass..."
Sho's hands seemed to come alive, tightly hugging his mother, cupping her large breasts, and he mumbled incoherently, "Mom... Mom... I want... fuck..."
His mother's hands lifted his still wet, shrunken penis and sat down on it, her tight anus squeezing Sho's softened penis, but seeing his mother, his penis seemed to sprout and gradually swell again. Instantly, the abandoned supermarket was filled with groans, gasps, and "slap slap" sounds.
The man gave Ando and his mother a cold smile, ignored them, turned around, picked up the exhausted Shizuko, and walked out of the store.
He looked at the store entrance and his surroundings. Although there were dim streetlights, the surroundings were as quiet as the countryside, with only the howling of stray dogs.
After thinking for a moment, he lifted Shizuko, took out a rope, and tied her to the supermarket entrance.
"Shizuko, do you like performing in front of everyone?" He reached down and fondled her genitals, seemingly nonchalant. 　　"Shizuko... likes... Master... playing with... ahhhhhh!" 　　Shizuko
, who had just climaxed, quickly reached another orgasm 　　. Facing the street, naked and tied to the gate, Shizuko shamelessly released 　　her orgasmic fluid and urine. 　　"Ah 　　...

Besides the vibrating dildo buzzing inside Xiang Hong's swollen anus.

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