A monster mismatches lovers, and the brother and sister happily become a loving couple.

Author: bilbrb Word Count: 5607

In a small American town, there lived a young man named Tom and his sister Jessica, who depended on each other for survival. He worked as a waiter in a bar and came home late every day.
Jessica was only a teenager and was afraid at night, so she begged her brother to come home earlier. Tom always said, "Don't be afraid, your parents in heaven will protect you."
One day, his sister fell ill, and Tom was taking care of her. An old woman came to visit Tom in front of their house.
Strangely, Tom noticed that the old woman was wearing his sister's clothes, but he thought he might be imagining things and didn't think much of it.
After greeting him, the old woman said she was willing to help treat his sister's illness and would stay in his sister's room to keep her company until the next morning. Tom was very happy to hear this, as he was worried about having no one to keep his sister company while he was working at night.
So, from then on, the old woman came every night and left the next morning. However, his sister's illness did not improve. Tom took her to the town doctor several times, but the medicine did not help.
The old lady was optimistic, saying, "Your sister will be better soon!"
Tom frowned, and Jessica looked pale and thin, her body growing more and more emaciated each day.
Another week passed, and during the day, the old lady wasn't there. Jessica said to Tom, "Brother, if anything suddenly changes, remember to take my necklace. You must remember!" Jessica's necklace was left to her by her mother, and she had never taken it off. Tom didn't know why his sister said this, but he agreed.
Two days later, his sister suddenly recovered, her face glowing and her body full of energy overnight. The old lady was nowhere to be seen; Jessica said she had left long ago.
Tom was very happy; after all, it was a joyous occasion. He went to town and bought food to celebrate and help his sister recover.
At lunch, Tom noticed that his sister ate very little. She hadn't eaten much before, but now she ate even less, yet she drank quite a bit of alcohol—her capacity was comparable to that of Uncle Clooney, the old drunkard in the bar. Tom was a little confused, but unable to resist his sister's repeated invitations to drink, he drank too much.
In his hazy state, Tom felt Jessica help him upstairs to the bedroom. They took off their clothes and slept together. He had a bizarre dream where many couples were embracing, and his sister transformed into a fairy, thin and frail yet passionate. They played games they had never played before, experiencing pleasure again and again until they collapsed into a deep sleep.
When he woke up, Tom was dizzy and disoriented, but he was still fully clothed. His sister walked in from outside, radiant, her face flushed, smiling like a young married woman.
That night, Tom went to work at the bar as usual. Days passed, and Jessica's attitude towards Tom became increasingly intimate and proactive, even like a wife towards her husband, which Tom enjoyed.
One day, they finally succumbed to temptation and took that step. At first, Jessica, as usual, hugged her brother's waist from behind, then moved her hand down to his penis, gently stroking and kneading it. Tom had gone from initially refusing to being used to it, to feeling uncomfortable, to taking it for granted.
Tom let her play with his penis, thinking she was probably just curious and would let go after a while, as usual. After Tom's penis became erect, Jessica turned to face him, clinging to his neck like a koala, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, her genitals rubbing up and down against his penis. Tom quickly lifted his sister's buttocks, pulling her body away from his penis. Jessica stroked Tom's hair, kissing him repeatedly, and cried out, "Brother, I want it, I want it!"
Tom's penis grew harder and harder, almost bursting out of his pants. When Jessica's left leg was placed in front, her foot brushing against Tom's glans, the intense stimulation instantly shattered Tom's resistance like an electric current. His heart burned like a raging fire, burning away the last shred of reason. Tom placed his sister on the bed, and Jessica quickly unbuckled his belt, zipped up his underwear, and pulled out his penis. She lay down, holding it against her vulva, and moaned, "Faster, brother, faster!" Tom's eyes were bloodshot, like a bull in heat. With a low growl, he arched his back and thrust forward fiercely.
Jessica cheered with pleasure, showing no sign of pain. It seemed that her last time, while drunk, was the real loss of her virginity, but Tom had been kept in the dark. Tom thrust hard and quickly ejaculated. Jessica wasn't satisfied and soon made his penis hard again. They began their second…third…plowing.
On the bed, after their lovemaking, Jessica's eyes were hazy, and she licked her lips, still wanting more, and took Tom's hand to caress her small breasts. Seeing the necklace on her chest, Tom couldn't help but ask, "Jessica, give me the necklace?" Without a word, Jessica immediately took off the necklace and stuffed it into Tom's hand, saying, "Here you go, I don't like this necklace anyway."
That evening on his way to work, Tom heard his sister's voice calling, "Brother, brother, I'm here." Tom looked around and discovered the voice was coming from the necklace.
After his sister explained, Tom understood. Jessica was dead; her body had been taken over by the old woman. The old woman was a ghost who would take Jessica's clothes that she hung out to dry every night and return them before dawn, leaving her ghostly aura on them. Over time, Jessica became infected by the ghostly aura and fell ill. Because Jessica was already infected by the ghostly aura, her yang energy was completely defenseless against it, and the old woman possessed her, slowly draining her yang energy. Jessica only subconsciously knew she didn't have long to live, so she asked Tom to take the necklace.
On the night the old woman possessed Jessica, Jessica's soul hid inside the necklace. It turns out that this necklace, passed down from their mother, had been blessed by a famous priest. Its spiritual space could hold souls, and the sister had taken refuge inside.
Ghosts are inherently averse to the sacred aura within necklaces, and the old woman instinctively hated it, only wearing it as a disguise. That's why she gave it to Tom immediately when he asked.
The old woman seduced Tom to absorb his pure yang energy, causing Tom's body to deteriorate day by day, following in his sister's footsteps.
Tom walked into the bar, his mind elsewhere, and began working absentmindedly. The thought of returning home after work and having sex with the old woman who had entered his sister's body filled him with dread. He accidentally spilled the drink he was pouring for Uncle Clooney.
Uncle Clooney, unusually nonchalant, exclaimed dramatically, as if seeing a cute toy, "Tom, did the owl scratch your balls?" The other patrons burst into laughter.
Tom quickly apologized, frantically wiping up the spilled drink.
Tom was busy serving customers all night, only stopping late at night, and sat listlessly at the counter. Uncle Clooney walked by, poured Tom a glass of wine, and said, "It's on me." Tom thanked him and downed it in one gulp. Clooney patted Tom on the shoulder and said, "Young man, what's bothering you?
" Tom thought for a moment and said, "Do you...believe in ghosts?"
Clooney laughed and said, "And good-said, let the renoble, and there was no renoble."
Tom told him his story, and after listening, Clooney took out a small gold coin from his pocket and slapped it on the table. He said that he had obtained it by chance when he was young, and it seemed to have protected him from many misfortunes, allowing him to live to this day.
Clooney pressed the gold coin heavily, pushed it in front of Tom, and said, "You have to give it back to me when you're done!"
Tom took the gold coin home. Jessica, who hadn't gone to sleep, greeted him enthusiastically, and without even taking a bath, she became entangled with Tom. She impatiently pulled down Tom's pants and began sucking on them, ignoring the pungent smell. When little Tom grew up, Jessica grabbed him, leading his little penis up the stairs to the bedroom, and pushed Tom onto the bed.
This time, Jessica was clearly prepared; a bottle of wine sat on the bedside table. Jessica took a glass, slowly sipped the crimson liquid, then leaned over Tom, kissed his lips, and gently fed him the wine. After drinking, Tom felt a surge of heat in his lower abdomen. Jessica didn't rush into sex; she slowly bent down, knelt between Tom's legs, and began licking his testicles. Holding them in her warm mouth, Tom felt his testicles slowly melt, turning into boiling fluid that surged forth. After licking both testicles, Jessica stared at Tom with seductive eyes, lightly tracing his testicles with her fingers. Tom's penis, like a spring, sprang to life, pointing at a 45-degree angle, like steel that would never melt.
Tom showed no restraint, flipping over Jessica's petite body and pinning her down, beginning to pound into her. Tom tried everything, doing it on his stomach, kneeling, lying down, sitting, even standing, holding Jessica's thighs and waist, thrusting deeply into her body and then tossing her up, but Jessica still didn't reach orgasm. Strangely, Tom himself didn't go soft after each ejaculation, still full of energy, repeatedly ejaculating in different positions into Jessica's mouth, vagina, and anus.
Jessica was thin and weak but incredibly resilient; even after Tom ejaculated several times, Jessica didn't show any pleasure. Ten times… or fifteen times… Tom lost count of how many times he had climaxed inside his sister; he only knew that if he didn't bring her to orgasm soon, he would collapse.
Without further ado, Tom arched Jessica's back, exposing her genitals to his gaze. Tom thrust his penis downwards like a pile driver. He forcefully dug his fingers into her anus, and Jessica reacted, moaning comfortably. Tom increased the force, inserting one finger into Jessica's anus, then two, then three, while simultaneously slapping Jessica's bottom hard with his other hand. "Ah!" Jessica screamed, clearly aroused. Tom continued slapping, "smack," "smack," "smack"... Soon, several red handprints appeared on Jessica's buttocks, the fingers clearly visible. Jessica began to moan, "Brother," "Brother, fuck me to death!" "Harder, harder, hit me, hit me there..." Tom pinched her still-developing labia majora with his fingers, and after a scream of "Ah!" came a comfortable moan. Tom simply raised his hand and slapped her labia repeatedly, Jessica was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she was disoriented. Tom grabbed her clitoris and twisted it hard, Jessica screamed and her body tensed, a stream of urine gushing out, splashing down on Jessica. Excited, Jessica, her face covered in urine, closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, murmuring sweetly.
Tom, exhausted, pulled out his still-erect penis and carefully laid his sister down. Following Uncle Clooney's instructions, he observed Jessica's forehead; a dark line had faded to almost nothing. There were dark bruises on her arms and abdomen, and a faint smell of dead rats emanated from her genitals—a stench Tom had endured throughout their lovemaking.
Tom went downstairs, retrieved the gold coin hidden under the doormat, and, as Uncle Clooney had instructed, pressed it against Jessica's forehead while she slept, loudly reciting the Bible.
The coin emitted a strong, but not blinding, golden light. Jessica struggled only slightly before becoming still. At a visible speed, a wisp of demonic energy drifted away from Jessica's body, disappearing in her struggle. "How did you get Moses' coin? Aa ... After the black smoke dissipated, a ball of holy light protected Jessica's soul and floated back into her sister's body. Tom stopped chanting scriptures only after his sister's breathing stabilized, and the gold coin regained its original luster.
When Jessica woke up, she tried to move her body to get used to it, only to find it still naked, and her lower body burning with pain. Looking at her brother, who was tenderly pinching her body, she said shyly, "While I wasn't here, did you do anything naughty with my body?"
Tom awkwardly replied, "No...nothing! I'll make you breakfast." Jessica squinted, admiring her brother's blushing face. Tom dared not touch her again, wiped his hands on his bottom, and stood up and walked away. Jessica looked at her brother's retreating figure and whispered, "It's not that it's impossible." Tom was stunned. Jessica lowered her head, her face flushed, and continued, "I saw everything you and that old hag did in the necklace. Actually, I want to experience those things too. My body isn't a virgin anymore, but my mind is. It's such a loss!"
Tom turned around, looking at his real sister with excitement and shyness, and hugged her.
Jessica said, "Your big thing hurts my body so much. I'm going to punish it!" Saying that, she took out Tom's still-erect penis and examined it carefully. A round pillar, a round head, and two slippery testicles in the fleshy mound below. Hehe, so cute!
Jessica said, "I'll teach you to be so naughty!" She gently patted the little penis with her palm, but the little penis bounced up and raised its head as if in protest. Jessica stood up angrily and stomped on Tom's penis with her little feet, harder and harder, rubbing and cursing as she did so: "Fine! Serves you right for rebelling! Serves you right for bullying me! Serves you right for hurting me!"
Tom lay down, experiencing both pain and pleasure, his rough soles chafing the delicate foreskin painfully. Just as his sister's toes scratched the urethral opening, the intense stimulation causing Tom to cry out in pain, Jessica relaxed her foot, gently rubbing it a few times. She turned and let out a silvery laugh, fleeing to the bed, calling out as she ran, "Hurry up and make breakfast, brother, I'm hungry!"
Tom stood up sheepishly and went downstairs to the kitchen. Soon, he returned with a sumptuous breakfast. Watching his sister wolf down her food, Tom murmured, "Eat up! You've lost so much weight these past few days. There's only this much bread left; I'll go buy more at noon."
Jessica finished eating, wiped her mouth, glanced shyly at Tom, turned and buried her blushing face deep in the blankets.
Tom followed, straddling Jessica and kissing her neck, which smelled pleasantly of sweat. His warm breath tickled Jessica's neck, and she couldn't resist returning his kiss.
His penis thrust wildly, stirring her clitoris, causing drops of moisture to trickle out. Tom and Jessica intertwined their fingers, spread-eagled like frogs, their movements like a lake on the white sheets. Jessica finally
tasted the alluring sensation of their intimate parts rubbing together, waves of pleasure washing over her. She thought, "No," yet also, "If only it could last forever."
Tom continued his movements, slowly and deliberately. After these past few days of relentless demands and last night's thrilling struggle, he needed a moment of respite. His sister was his haven of love. He also needed to rediscover the tender body beneath him, now free from the old hag's spirit, so different from its former fiery state. She also needed to learn the meaning of love, because only through "love" can one "make love," and only what is made is "love."
Jessica, inexperienced in matters of the heart, had no idea how to respond. Tom took the initiative, and she savored the experience, like waves crashing on the beach, each surge bringing pleasure to her body and soul, relaxing her, thrilling her, bringing her closer and closer to heaven. As
the pleasure accumulated in her spine, Tom's movements involuntarily became more forceful, the rhythm faster and faster, until finally, they embraced tightly and he reached climax. Her sister, however, had already begun to convulse in his arms, experiencing adult heaven for the first time.
Afterwards, Jessica's mood noticeably improved. She planted many roses in the yard, and when they bloomed, she would cut the flowers and put them in vases in her room, making the whole house look like a blooming garden. Tom, however, had a problem: his penis remained erect and wouldn't go down. Even after the old witch's spell, it had remained like this. His sister said to him disdainfully, "You should be secretly happy!"
Every now and then, the younger sister and her brother would engage in intimate acts, but this couldn't be hidden from Clooney, who was involved in the exorcism. The older man's demands weren't high; he only occasionally played adult games with the little girl. Jessica, however, didn't refuse the witty older man who had saved her life. Using his rich experience and life lessons, the older man explored one erogenous zone after another on young Jessica's body. Two years later, Jessica was skilled at deep throating and experiencing the pleasure of anal sex. Once, the older man and Tom even took turns, and with the dual stimulation of her vagina and anus, Jessica experienced unprecedented consecutive orgasms, babbling incoherently and becoming excessively wet. Jessica was ashamed to mention this experience afterward, while Tom and the older man would laugh heartily whenever they talked about it.
Life continued in this happy atmosphere. Spring turned to autumn, and on a night when leaves were falling, Uncle Clooney left with a bottle of liquor in his hand, leaving the gold coin to Tom.
Jessica had grown taller, her slender figure and long, thin legs making her move with the speed of the wind. The townspeople called her "Fairy Jessica." She fell in love with the new mustachioed teacher at the town school, and they soon married, moving into a new house at the foot of the mountain on the edge of town. Occasionally, she would visit her brother's house and have secret trysts.
Across the woods on the hillside was the teacher's new house, its blue roof emitting white smoke, the warm orange light from inside casting a soft glow on the snow-covered ground. Laughter and music emanated from the house, carrying far up the hillside.
Beneath the dense, eerie foliage, a moss-covered, wrinkled face burned with a malevolent flame. "You little slut, just you wait. I'll take my revenge on you and your brother, one by one. I'll make you wish you were dead, endlessly gang-raped by the men of town. I'll also have the Africans and Chinese at the railway construction site have their way with you, immersing you in carnal depravity, so you'll never feel satisfaction again, emptiness forever your companion until death. As for your brother, heh heh, your cute little ding-ding... after I've had my fill, I'll nail it to the town's gallows." With that, she vanished into a puff of ash, which then transformed into a flock of crows that scattered and circled the forest and the hut for a long time, their ominous cries enveloping the town…
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