Rape his own sister

(I) I've been having sex with my sister for many years, from the time her little pussy was just growing pubic hair until now. She's now 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 back 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 physical desires for her have 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 at home, and she's been quite depressed. My frequent visits to comfort her are a kind of comfort, so she seems quite enthusiastic every time we have sex, 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 us extremely excited. (II) I first deflowered my sister when she was only 1 year old. She wasn't exactly young; at 1 year old, some girls have already given birth. And in my opinion, my sister was quite well-developed at that age. Her breasts were already firm, her buttocks were plump, 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). Since then, I've raped her many times—though now it can't be called "rape," she still seems a little reluctant when we do it—if I were sentenced, I don't know how many years I'd be! 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 felt 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 falling madly, 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, leaving them hanging there in a very erotic manner. 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 to thrust all the way in, deeply, deeply into her virgin vagina. The sound of the rushing rain drowned out everything. Amid my sister's tearful pleas, I clumsily finished early. The tightness of her virgin vagina caused my penis, which had only ever experienced masturbation and hadn't seen much of the world, to surrender after only about ten thrusts. Afraid that ejaculating inside her would cause problems, I pulled out my eager little brother at the crucial moment, spraying a pool of thick semen onto my sister's groin, mixed with the fresh blood flowing from her newly deflowered vagina, running down her labia… Afterwards, I comforted my sister for a long time, apologizing and telling 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, or Dad would beat us both to death. I think my sister understood perfectly well who would be even more ashamed if things were exposed. I carefully tidied the bed before quietly leaving, flushing the toilet paper covered in the sticky fluid down the toilet, but leaving a small, relatively clean piece of paper stained with my sister's virgin blood as a memento of my deflowering. I still retain my sister's virginity. (III) People's courage always grows. Incest with my sister, once it happens, it happens again. One night, half a month later, I climbed into my sister's bed again and thrust my aroused penis into her newly deflowered vagina. This time, when my sister woke up, she didn't cry out like last time; she just kept pleading in a low voice not to do this to her, but I couldn't let her go.I continued thrusting into her body until the very last moment, when I pulled out and ejaculated on her belly. This time, I lasted for more than ten minutes—it felt so good! Although my sister still showed signs of resistance, her physical reaction showed that she wasn't in as much pain as the first time, and she wasn't as emotionally agitated. Afterwards, I apologized and comforted her, telling her that her brother liked her very much and couldn't help but do this. I told her that it was nothing; 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 deliberately avoided my gaze, just like last time, and ate her food with her head down. I secretly reached out to touch her with my foot, but she immediately moved 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 that 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 inserted from the inside; if she didn't open it herself, no one could do anything except break 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 bits and pieces of sleeping pills 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 mixed the sleeping pill powder into the milk powder my sister drank every day, stirred it thoroughly, and then waited anxiously and expectantly for night to fall. Sure enough, after dinner, my sister finished her homework and, as usual, made herself a glass of milk and sat in the living room to watch TV. But this time, she fell asleep on the sofa after only a short while. Mom carried her back to her room and put her to bed. I was overjoyed. Haha! Tonight's going to be fun again! After my parents turned off the lights, 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 actions. This time, I stripped my sister completely naked, throwing her underwear and vest aside (because her breasts were just starting to develop, although they were perky, they weren't very big yet, so my sister hadn't started wearing a bra). The naked body of the young girl was breathtakingly beautiful. I very calmly stripped myself naked as well, using a vibrator, before straddling 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 between her legs. My sister's hole had only been penetrated twice; the petals were still tightly closed, and sparse pubic hair was 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. I tried to widen the vaginal opening as much as possible, peering into the dark hole, but after looking for a long time, I still couldn't understand anything. I also found my sister's clitoris (the previous two times, due to limitations, I couldn't be so relaxed), and after peeling back the outer skin, revealing the smooth little bead of flesh, I stroked it a few times, and it miraculously swelled up! How fun! After licking my sister's small breasts, I moved on to 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, with a delicious, fresh taste and no unpleasant odor, making me feel intoxicated by the sensation, 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 even better 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 exhilarating. 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 worked quite well. When she woke up the next morning, 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 powder in her milk wasn't enough, because she suddenly woke up while I was getting into it, which startled me! In my panic, I almost ejaculated prematurely, nearly inside her vagina (that would have been terrible!). Luckily, I reacted quickly and pulled out, the hot semen landing on her pubic hair. After being exposed, my sister became more cautious and never drank that milk again. So every night I was back to facing that 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 in the afternoon. Coincidentally, that afternoon (the weekend), one of Mom's mahjong friends called to invite her to play, and Dad had to go on a business trip out of town, leaving only me and my unconscious 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 gave up. That day, I fucked her for over five hours straight, from afternoon until evening, ejaculating three times (it felt like I was releasing all the pent-up sexual desire from the past two months). I was so exhausted I could barely walk. When Mom came home from playing cards, I had already cleaned up the scene perfectly, making it exactly as she had left it. After this exhilarating experience of drugging and raping her, 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. I was certain she wouldn't dare tell our parents, and she wouldn't tell anyone. It was just a little secret between my sister and me. As for me, as her older brother, aside from the occasional need to release my sexual desires on her, I dote on her! Who wouldn't think we're a very close brother and sister? Actually, I really love my sister, but I can never quite control the powerful beast of desire deep within me. We're loving siblings, and also passionate lovers—what's wrong with that? So, time and again, I've deeply and passionately joined with my sister. My only worry is whether she'll get pregnant, because even though I always withdraw, the risk is still significant. Fortunately, everything has been fine; we've had a "red light" every month. To prevent any accidents, my sister and I later made three "gentlemen's agreements" (it seems she's resigned herself to it): 1. No more than five times a month (averaging once a week); 2. Always use condoms; 3. Don't force her to have sex during her period. I naturally abide by these rules. But sometimes I find wearing a condom during penetration unpleasant, as it's not as stimulating and satisfying as skin-to-skin contact. So, during my vagina's safe period, I sometimes ask to be penetrated without a condom. My vagina, unable to resist my persistent pleading, only...I reluctantly agreed. On those days, I always had a particularly good time. (V) For so many years, I've maintained a forbidden physical relationship with my sister. Under my care, her beautiful body has matured and blossomed. Her breasts have grown from two small green apples into firm, full peaks. The area around her little cunt has transformed from lush grass into a dense forest. Her tender hole is moist and supple, tight but not rough, soft but not rotten! As for me, through constant practice, my little brother's endurance has increased from the initial ten minutes to forty or fifty minutes. Our compatibility has improved, and we often reach orgasm together. I believe it won't be long before my sister is completely willing to have sex with me. Then I won't say "raping my own sister," but rather "making love with my sister." This is my story with my sister. Having sex with my own sister is so great!

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