meteor

Chapter 1.

'Human technological civilization has taken another giant leap forward today. In order to study the constituent materials of comets, the artificial satellite "Impact" was successfully collided with a comet recently. According to a spokesperson for NASA...' While eating and watching the news on TV: 'Humans are truly omnipotent; they can even pluck stars from the sky.' I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Yang Zhengde, and I just moved home from the school dormitory for summer vacation. My family is a single-parent household; besides my mother, I have an older sister.

My sister's name is Yang Huixin. She had excellent grades in school, and after graduating from university, she took the national college entrance examination and is now a prospective civil servant.

Of course, good grades come with hard work. Whenever her classmates go out for social events, my sister always stays quietly at her desk. Because of this, although my sister has a fair and lovely face, is 165 cm tall, and has a curvaceous figure with a full bust that is very attractive, few people know my sister, and she has very few suitors.

After paying for my meal, I walked home. As usual, no one paid any attention to me, and no girls approached me for my phone number. I was just an ordinary young man.

'It's so hot, I'd better go home…' I reached out to shield my eyes from the sun. Suddenly, 'splat!' A stream of warm water flowed down my head. I wiped it off and was horrified to find it was my own blood! Looking at my blood-covered hands, my ears rang. My

head was spinning… So many people gathered around… What were they saying… Stop talking, you're disturbing my sleep… Damn it, be quiet… I'm so tired… I want to sleep…' The X-ray showed that the patient's head had been struck by a small, hard, high-speed stone, causing significant bleeding. Fortunately, there was no serious brain damage, and after a blood transfusion, his life was no longer in danger. However, there's a problem: the small stone is still lodged in my brain. Because it's so deep, removing it is extremely difficult, and we can only observe it further for now… When I woke up, I was in the hospital. The doctor was talking to my mother. My sister, sitting next to me, noticed I was awake and quickly called the doctor over. The doctor asked me some questions, like if I felt nauseous or vomiting, what my name was, and what 1+1 equals. A nurse also did some tests, and everything came back normal.

After three days of observation, the doctor removed the bandage from my head and discharged me. This unexpected misfortune, while not turning me into a dementiac or a vegetable, did leave a small dent on my head, which I covered with my hair. Worried about long-term effects, the doctor told me to come back for a check-up in a month. It

was past nine when I got home. My mother told me to rest early. After taking my medicine, I lay down and soon fell asleep.

I had a dream!

In my dream, I was floating in the air of the room, feeling so relaxed and comfortable. In the dream, I could even move at my own will. I went through the bedroom door into the living room. Mom was eating fruit and watching the TV show "Monopoly." This dream felt so real... I could even hear the laughter coming from the TV.

When I tried to fly outside to take a look, I found that I couldn't go any further than the door. How strange! Okay, since I couldn't go out, I decided to check out my sister's room. Just like before, I easily passed through my sister's door, but I didn't see her. Just as I was wondering, I was surprised to find that my sister was taking a shower in the bathroom, which excited me.

Ever since junior high school, I've dreamed of seeing what a girl's body looks like, especially my sister's body, which has been the object of my sexual fantasies many times. I've always had a kind of worshipful liking for my sister, and today I finally had the chance to realize my 'dream'.

Although I knew that peeping at my sister was wrong, thinking about it from another perspective, it's just a dream, and having a wet dream isn't illegal. I quickly passed through the bathroom door. My sister had just put her skirt in the laundry basket and was about to take off her bra. My sister reached behind her back and unhooked her bra (so bras have clasps in the back!). When her soft, white breasts popped out, it was a truly historic moment! So this is what a girl's breasts look like! Besides excitement, I felt a surge of emotion.

My sister's breasts were beautifully shaped, probably a C or D cup. The delicate nipples were a lovely pink, slightly hardened by the coolness of her clothes, swaying gently with her movements. Her

fingers hooked onto her panties, and with a smooth motion, they came off. A mysterious area I could never see in reality was revealed before my eyes—this dream felt so real. My sister's pubic hair wasn't thick, but it wasn't sparse either; the protruding triangle looked rather cute.

A girl washing her hair isn't actually that alluring. Unlike the soft, shiny shampoo commercials, it's just a normal hair washing routine. After washing her hair, she started washing her body. Her slender hands applied shower gel from her neck to her chest, her long fingers massaging and rubbing her breasts before moving down to carefully clean her private parts.

I felt my blood boiling, wanting to rush up and hug my sister. Suddenly, the scenery changed, and my feet firmly touched the ground. I found myself in the bathroom. Where's my sister? I tentatively called out, "Sister?" The bathroom echoed, but only silence answered. It

really was a dream… Wait! Why is my voice so high-pitched? Then I saw a familiar person in the mirror—my sister, Yang Huixin. What does this mean…? I reached out and twisted my face, and my sister in the mirror did the same. It hurts! This isn't a dream.

I've become my sister! Or more accurately, for some inexplicable reason, I've possessed my sister's body. My soul is in my sister's body, but where is her soul? For a moment, I panicked, my mind went blank, and I was terrified of what was happening to me. 'What happened to me?' Facing my sister's beautiful body, all I wanted was to escape. How could I leave my sister's body?

Just as the thought of leaving my sister's body filled my mind, a force, like an invisible hand, suddenly pushed me from the front, sending me flying backward, my body floating in the air again. I saw my sister lying on the bathroom floor, slowly propping herself up and opening her eyes. She seemed a little confused about why she was lying on the floor, turning her head to look around for a while.

Suddenly, her gaze turned towards me. I tensed up, wanting to escape this awkward situation quickly. I should apologize! 'I'm sorry, sister, I didn't mean to peek at you.' But she seemed not to see me, continuing to rinse off the soap. This wasn't a dream! My soul had left my body; was I already dead?

I quickly passed through the bathroom door, trying to return to my body. Back in the room, I saw my body still lying perfectly fine on the bed. I desperately tried to move towards my physical form, but a wave of drowsiness washed over me, and I opened my eyes with difficulty. It

was almost eleven o'clock at night; had I only slept for a little over an hour? The side effects of the medication left me feeling extremely tired, a stark contrast to the floating sensation I had just experienced—a feeling of ease and comfort. Getting out of bed, I felt a dryness in my throat and decided to go downstairs for a drink of water. Stepping out of my room, I saw my sister emerging from the bathroom; she smelled wonderful.

Indeed, a woman fresh from the bath is most alluring, especially a beauty like her!

"Sis, did you feel anything strange just now?" I asked tentatively.

"No, what do you mean by strange?" My sister looked puzzled.

"Well… it felt like an earthquake just now, did you feel it?" Afraid of giving myself away, I quickly made something up.

"You were probably dreaming, haha!" My sister's smile was beautiful.

"Oh, I'm going downstairs for a drink of water, go to bed early!" "You should go to bed early too, you're always making me worry." Was it really just a dream?

Downstairs, my mother was watching the news.

"Evening news, hello. The Presidential Office has received notification that a NASA spokesperson stated that most of the debris from the comet impact is predicted to fall in the Asian region, and people in mountainous areas may have a chance to see a meteor shower." "Mom, were you watching Monopoly just now?" I asked.

"Yeah, someone almost won a million, but he called his girlfriend, and she didn't know the answer, so the million was gone. What a pity. Ade, do you want some fruit? If not, I'll take it away." "No, I just came down to get some water." It seems it really wasn't a dream; my soul really did leave my body, which is why I saw the living room. I scratched my head, my fingers digging into a scar on my forehead. Could it be because of that injury?

Back in bed, I thought about what had just happened. Something strange happened to me; I could actually let my soul leave my body and even possess someone else's! "This is a gift from God." "I felt like Superman, with magical powers. The thought of doing things I'd never imagined before made me so excited I rolled around in bed, all sleepiness gone.

But first, I needed to practice using my abilities. How did I escape my soul? I thought, 'Leave my body…fly…escape…get out…escape…' Nothing happened. This shouldn't be happening!

I tried even harder to imagine it, but the result was the same; I was still lying perfectly fine in bed. Just as I was about to give up, my mind relaxed, and I felt a wave of relief. I saw myself lying in bed.

It seems I need to relax and focus to successfully escape!

I returned to my body and tried to escape again. The second time, having mastered the technique, I escaped in just a few seconds. After practicing a few more times, I could escape my soul smoothly. The feeling of being outside my body was so liberating. I wandered around the house, but there seemed to be a limit. Just like before, if I was too far from my body, I couldn't reach it. That's something I had to be careful about.

'Looks like I'm quite used to being a ghost,' I joked."

I remembered what I hadn't finished in the bathroom earlier, hehe, sis, I'm coming to find you! I went to my sister's room; she was online reading emails. I flew to her ear and whispered, "Sis~~ let me explore your body properly!" She didn't hear me, hehe, and then I possessed her body. The feeling of going from observer to first-person is really strange; I wonder if she's aware of me controlling her. I looked at her email inbox; besides some spam emails and online articles from friends, there was nothing else—how boring.

I left the computer desk; it's adult time now. My sister's room has a large wardrobe filled with clothes, but mostly simple and conservative—sigh. Next to it is a large full-length mirror, through which I can see my whole body.

In front of the mirror, I controlled my sister's body, which made me happy. My sister was wearing a thin nightgown, without a bra underneath. I pulled down the neckline and looked down; it was a genuine C-cup, round and soft—a very beautiful shape.

What was once an unattainable dream is now mine. Hahaha!

I greedily kneaded my sister's full, beautiful breasts. The touch through her clothes felt so special, and her nipples slowly hardened. My sister's breasts were soft yet elastic, quite different from the limp feeling of my previous girlfriends. So my sister has such good stuff.

My actions were reflected in the mirror, and my sister's expression was very lewd. I thought it would be disgusting if I made that expression on my own face. Beautiful women are indeed different.

"Sister~~ Sister~~ Xin..." I called my sister's name, and her sweet voice made me even more excited. I moistened my finger with saliva and gently drew circles on her nipples, a tingling sensation spreading throughout my body.

It made me tremble slightly, and then I massaged her tender breasts more vigorously. I felt my whole body burning up, and I controlled my sister's slender hand to slowly move down, gently rubbing her clitoris through her panties. Her panties were already soaked; a woman's body is so sensitive.

I took off my pajamas, leaving only a pair of white panties—a rather unappealing style—and sighed. Then I pulled the panties off, revealing a flawless, snow-white body. Covered in fragrant sweat, her nipples stood proudly erect against the cool air.

I pulled a chair to the mirror, spread my legs, and decided to take a good look at my sister's alluring vulva. I pinched and rubbed her engorged, red clitoris between two fingers—it felt so good, almost unbearable. Her juices flowed from her vulva onto the chair; she was a true gem. My sister's face was reflected in the mirror, red like an apple, looking incredibly tempting.

Without hesitation, I inserted my fingers into her wet, swollen vagina, feeling its warm, slightly wrinkled texture. As I penetrated deeper, my fingers touched a membrane—probably every man's dream 'hymen'! Withdrawing my fingers, her vulva immediately felt empty. I sucked on my sister's fingers, which were saturated with her nectar; her taste was irresistible.

This time, I inserted two fingers at once. It was a little narrow, but it felt wonderful, and her juices flowed freely. I began to thrust gently, rubbing her clitoris as I did so. With each movement, the pleasure intensified, and soon I climaxed.

"Ah ...

Having separated from my sister's body, I became a soul. I saw that my sister seemed a little strange about her body, but because of the fatigue after her orgasm, she didn't think too much about it and turned off the lights to go to sleep.

I also returned to my own body, ending my interesting first experience of masturbating with a female body.

Foreword: It would be terrifying if the body below one's head developed its own consciousness and acted on its own, or was manipulated by someone else, completely disobeying the commands of one's own brain. Perhaps hypnosis can achieve this? Although it is mainly based on induction, it seems that it can also achieve something similar. If one is really controlled, it would be better to be unconscious than to be awake.

Chapter 2.

Yang Zhengde - The protagonist of the story was hit in the head by a meteor (meteorite?), which allowed his soul to leave his body at will.

Yang Huixin - The protagonist's older sister, who passed the civil service exam after graduating from university. She is 165cm tall and has an enviable fair and lovely face and a beautiful body. Zhengde has an almost worshipful affection for his sister. Lin Xiufen - The protagonist

's mother, who divorced her husband many years ago due to his infidelity and now works in sales at an insurance company.

She was very beautiful in her youth. Although she's 45 now, her delicate face bears the slight marks of time, but she maintains a good figure, which makes things go very smoothly when she's doing business.

After that first special experience, I possessed my sister's body for several nights in a row, enjoying the pleasures of a young woman. I enjoyed staying inside her body, doing everyday things like watching TV, surfing the internet, and reading. During the time I possessed her body, her brain seemed to create a fictional memory to fill the gap.

I've considered the inconveniences of this ability. There's a distance limit to the soul leaving the body; that is, when I want my soul to leave, I can't always bring a bed with me. Even more troublesome is that when an accident occurs in the external environment, the body is in a state of unconsciousness and cannot move immediately, meaning I can't use this ability freely outside. I must improve my ability.

After learning about these things, I began to explore my untapped abilities more deeply. These past few days, I turned down many invitations from friends and stopped trying to enter my sister's body, focusing instead on refining my skills. Now I only know I can achieve soul separation, but what else can I do? Like the various superpowers depicted in movies and comics, can I do them?

I started trying. Just like the Wright brothers' invention of the airplane, which, as expected, encountered many failures, I think my current feelings are similar to theirs; each failure brought a heavy blow.

I can't conjure fire or generate electricity out of thin air, I can't disappear in front of a mirror, I can't grasp rubble with my hands, and I can't fly like Superman. This made me feel somewhat disheartened. I even considered giving up. That

night, feeling a bit down, I entered my sister Huixin's body again. While eating cookies and watching TV, I accidentally dropped them, shattering them into several pieces. "Ah!" "If a cookie falls on the floor, ants will grow!" My sister's voice was as sweet and charming as ever. I was about to pick up the broom to sweep up the cookie crumbs when a sudden thought struck me!

I stared blankly at the cookie crumbs, thinking... Everything in the world is made up of smaller components, so could my soul be like a cookie, cut into several parts? But what would the split soul look like? Could it revert to its original state? If not, wouldn't that be what's called "soul scattered"? Although a little worried, I decided to experiment with my new idea anyway.

Back in my room, I heard my sister's voice next door: "Ah! How did you drop the cookie? Ants will grow!" Hehe, I'm so sorry. But never mind her. I began practicing splitting my soul, feeling tense, afraid of making a mistake.

I first imagined my soul splitting into two. I discovered that the shape of the soul changes according to my thoughts, and smoothly, the soul split into two as I wished. Both souls had my consciousness, like my left and right hands, without any disharmony.

Two souls moved as I wished, one growing larger while the other shrank, then merging back into a single, complete soul. I split into two souls again, the larger one returning to my body, waking me up, and seeing the smaller fragment of my soul before me. Then I slowly retracted the smaller soul bit by bit. I had grown! By understanding how to control the amount of my soul, I experienced that the spirit of the body was related to the amount of soul; the more soul remained in the body, the better the spirit. This allowed me to move using the remaining soul while keeping my body conscious.

I opened my mouth and slowly released a portion of my soul, manipulating the movement of the smaller soul, passing through the door to downstairs. I could clearly sense what my soul saw and heard. Downstairs, the living room was empty. Was Mom not home? Curious, I went to Mom's room and found her looking at financial statements. I decided to borrow Mom's body to see how far my partial soul's abilities could be used!

I possessed Mom's body. The feeling of having my entire soul possessed her was different. Although I couldn't completely control Mom's consciousness, I had more than enough control over her actions. Through the message relayed by the little soul, Mom's consciousness was hazy and unclear. I made Mom stand up and go upstairs to the second floor, where she knocked on my door.

'Knock! Knock! Knock!' 'Who is it? Come in.' I asked knowingly, continuing the game.

'Ade, are you resting?' Of course, I made Mom say that too.

'Yes! What does Mom want?' 'Mom just wanted to ask how your finances are lately, Mom will give you some pocket money.' Mom took out three thousand-dollar bills from her wallet and handed them to me.

'Thank you, Mom.' I chuckled to myself, hahaha!

'Then you rest well, Mom won't bother you anymore.' 'Mom, wait a minute.' Mom was standing straight by my bed, how could this fun game end like this? I manipulated Mom's hand, gently stroking my head. Mom's hand was so warm, it felt like being back in Mom's arms when I was a child.

I decided to relive those memories. I had my mother sit down by the bed, rested my head on her lap, and secretly smelled her private parts. My mother seemed completely unbothered, continuing to stroke my hair with a warm smile.

Childhood memories flooded back, and I suddenly longed to taste my mother's milk, that forgotten flavor.

My mother's hands were long and slender, with wrinkles on the back. With each movement of her fingers, she unbuttoned her white short-sleeved shirt. Underneath the open shirt was a bright purple bra, the kind worn by mature women.

Then I stopped her. "Mom, let me help you." I tried to unhook the bra myself, reaching behind my mother and fumbling for a long time, but couldn't find anything like hooks or clasps. I explored a part of my soul's memories; it turned out to be a front-clasp bra, which I easily unhooked. The bra slid down from the center to the sides, revealing my mother's full, luscious breasts.

My mother's breasts were large, but of average shape; due to her age, they weren't as firm as my sister's. There was a ring of areolas, about the size of a ten-yuan coin, around her dark brown nipples, but that didn't dampen my enthusiasm at all. I quickly put my mouth to her nipple and started sucking. I didn't get any milk; instead, I smelled a strong, milky aroma—an indescribable, motherly scent.

I playfully licked and bit them with my tongue and teeth, and my mother's body reacted, trembling slightly as if she enjoyed the sensation. I licked and bit them alternately, until both nipples were hard and erect. Suddenly, I pinched her nipple hard with my fingers, and my mother jumped violently, clearly stimulated. I found her reaction hilarious.

I sat up, unzipped my pants and underwear, and my proud, erect penis stood erect. Looking at my mother beside me, I hesitated. Should I really do this? My ex-girlfriend and I used to go to third base, we'd give each other oral sex, but when I hesitated about taking it further, she ran off with a senior. Later, I heard from a friend that she slept with him less than a week later, and I was heartbroken for a long time. For the past few years without a girlfriend, I've only been able to get by by masturbating.

Thinking about this, I made a resolute decision: since God has given me this wonderful ability, from now on, I'll do whatever I want; I'm different.

My mother involuntarily moved to my crotch, reaching out to pull down my pants and boxer shorts. She brushed her long hair behind her ear, then licked my testicles back and forth with her warm little tongue. I felt like my body was melting. I reached out and touched my mother's head. She looked up, her eyes wide, her tongue licking incessantly, like an adorable puppy.

Her tongue traveled upwards, and she gently drew circles on my testicles with her fingers, then pressed her face against my aroused groin, rubbing it: 'My son has grown so much.' After kissing my penis and glans like a lover, her bright red lips enveloped and concealed Nanbangguo.

Watching my mother sway her head between my legs, feeling her tongue stimulating my penis up and down, I felt a sense of superior accomplishment. You know, manipulating your mother is like playing with a toy. Looking at my mother beneath me, she seemed to have become an obedient puppet, offering no resistance.

I let my mother's left hand slip inside her skirt, and through her silk panties, I rubbed two fingers against her vulva.

"Mmm... mmm..." My mother made comfortable sounds, her fingers moving more and more forcefully, her vaginal fluid gradually soaking her panties.

Because I hadn't felt such stimulation in so long, I surrendered shamelessly, my body arching back as I ejaculated directly into the back of my mother's throat. The fluid that had been accumulating for several days must have smelled terrible, I thought, but my mother swallowed my thick semen whole, as if it were a delicacy.

After confirming that nothing was left inside my penis, Mom climbed onto my chest with a blissful and satisfied expression, took off my clothes, and gently licked my nipples. I told Mom to stop what she was doing and take off her shirt and bra, which were still hanging on her body. Mom's hand searched for the zipper at her waist, and with a 'whoosh', her dark skirt fell to the ground. Underneath the skirt, she wore a pair of purple silk lace panties, the bottom of which was wet and shiny with a strong smell of vaginal fluid.

Mom is very busy every day and often brings work home to do. It seemed that Mom hadn't showered today, and the smell of her private parts was so strong that I couldn't stand it. "Mom, you smell so bad down there!" I teased Mom, even though I knew she was too busy to shower.

"I don't even want to touch it with my hands like this." So I pulled my leg out from under Mom and gently rubbed her private parts with my big toe. My mother held me tightly, letting out soft moans, her smooth breasts pressed against my chest.

"You always work so hard, let me help you take a bath today!" If it were a normal mother hearing this, she'd probably slap me twice, but under my control, neither of us had a choice but to submit.

My mother, shirtless, walked ahead of me, and we went into the bathroom together. After adjusting the showerhead, my mother took off her underwear and tossed it into the laundry basket. I held the showerhead in one hand, first wetting her body, then used the other to lather her with shower gel. From her neck to her arms, then from her armpits to her chest, I carefully massaged her. My mother stood before me like a flawless white statue, mesmerized.

I didn't linger on her breasts for long before moving downwards. My mother's fair feet were covered in foam as I slid my fingers down her flat lower abdomen to the thick pubic hair, then down to her moist, glistening labia, playfully teasing her. She let out a soft, coquettish sound.

Parting her plump, white buttocks, I attacked her dark anus. After scrubbing it, I suddenly and mischievously inserted my middle finger. "Ahhh!!" she screamed. Even with only a part of her being, her body still reacted on its own. I quickly calmed her down.

Just then, my sister rushed out of her room: "Mom, what's wrong? Did you fall?" Her voice was anxious.

"No, no, my clean clothes just accidentally fell on the floor." This was, of course, said under my control. "

Oh, it's alright. I thought you slipped. People say older people can't handle falls." After my sister returned to her room, I pinched my mother's face: "You scared me to death! Don't scream like that!" My soft face was stretched out to the sides, making me look quite funny.

After slapping my mother's bottom, I said to her, "It's your turn to wash me." Ignoring my earlier impolite behavior, my mother pressed her full breasts against my body and used the foam from her own body to lather me up. She wrapped her arms around my body, brought her rosy lips to her son's lips, and gave him a deep, passionate kiss. My

mother's body was being lathered up and down in front of me, while the kiss continued, filled with incestuous undertones. I felt my groin stirring again. My previously limp penis slowly became engorged and returned to its former fierce, veiny state, pressing against my mother's wet vagina. It was time.

I had my mother lean against the wall, my penis pointing upwards, my legs slightly bent, and I thrust upwards towards her overflowing vaginal opening! "Ahhh!! Hmm... Ahhh~~" Under the constraints of her abilities, my mother's lips could only emit weak moans, her eyelids trembling rapidly.

At that moment, I crossed the line of ethics. My mother's hot, wet vagina enveloped my penis. This was where I had come from, and now I had returned. Her delicate labia were engorged with blood. My mother's vagina wasn't as tight as a young girl's, but it possessed a unique charm and heat unique to mature women.

Even though she herself was unaware, I knew that my mother was also shocked by this incestuous act. The constant flow of her vaginal fluids echoed my thoughts. I began to thrust violently into this sexually hungry hole, controlling my mother's body to move up and down in rhythm with my thrusts.

"Ah... um... um... um..." My mother was completely unable to resist, only able to cry out like a kitten, "Um... um um... um... ah!!!" Soon, my mother reached her first orgasm with her son.

I still didn't stop thrusting, letting my mother's orgasm continue. Before long, all of my hot semen shot into my mother's uterus. I felt that the amount that came out the second time was less than the first time.

My mother lay in my arms like a little woman. We sat on the bathroom floor to rest, watching the semen slowly flow from her vagina. As I rested, I worried about what would happen if she accidentally got pregnant. Scanning my mother's memories, I learned that she had undergone tubal ligation after giving birth to me, which reassured me.

Since we hadn't brought any clothes, my mother and I had to endure the cold air and walk out of the bathroom naked. Just as we stepped out, I found my sister standing outside the door, looking at us naked and bewildered. "You're done washing? I need to use the toilet. You… what are you doing?"

My sister was speechless, her eyes wide with astonishment.

Chapter 3.

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All they had to do was flip the switch.

Most of the perpetrators later stated that they felt a cruel thrill when they were about to cut the switch. They said, "At that moment, I realized that when I cut this switch, the prisoner's life ended. His life was in my hands, which gave me a sense of superiority, but also made me realize how fragile life truly is." And many more expressed a different perspective on life

afterward

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She was very beautiful when she was young. Although she's 45 now, her delicate face bears the slight marks of time, but she maintains a good figure, which makes things go very smoothly when she 's doing business.

＝ ... The two of them hurriedly helped my body put on its clothes, then manipulated my mother to put on her own clothes. Now let's go back to the scene from before. I had my mother stand at the bathroom doorway as if she had just come out of the shower, and my sister stood by the door as well. Okay, action! Separated from my sister's body, the expression on her face immediately returned to her original surprised look—it looked so vivid!

"How could you... Huh? Mom?" My sister's expression changed from surprise to confusion; she could be a contestant on a face-changing contest.

"What's wrong?" "N-nothing... I think I'm seeing things." My sister rubbed her eyes.

"I think you're too tired. I'll make you some chicken soup another day to nourish you." I made Mom say these words in a loving motherly tone, but I was actually about to laugh out loud.

"Okay, thank you, Mommy! Oh, I almost forgot I need to go to the bathroom." My sister dashed into the bathroom.

After Mom returned to her room, I summoned back a part of Mom's soul. As before, Mom's fragmented memories began to repair themselves, and the night passed.

The next day was Sunday. In the morning, our family gathered at the table for breakfast. I ate my breakfast while watching the small part of the soul floating in the air. I was already quite used to the split soul. My sister and Mom, of course, couldn't see the small piece of soul floating in the air and ate their breakfast. After playing for a while, I started to get bored and wanted to read the newspaper.

"Sister, I want to read the newspaper!" "Take it yourself!" my sister replied casually.

"I want to read the movie/TV show you're watching. You're taking so long, let me read it first!" I said stubbornly.

"Can I read it first and then you can have it?" "Of course not! How can an older sister not give way to her younger brother? In ancient times, even when cooking soup, the younger sister would taste it first, so the younger brother should read the newspaper first!" My sister ignored me, and I reached out to grab the newspaper. My sister, who seemed focused on reading, reacted quickly, and I missed. Not only did I not get the newspaper, but I also spilled my milk on the table, soaking my pants.

"What's all the noise about! Look at you, even eating breakfast is a mess!" my mother said impatiently, getting a little angry. I had no choice but to reluctantly go get a rag to wipe the table and floor.

"Haha!" "You love to steal, serves you right!" I was a little annoyed that my sister would actually mock me like that.

I was getting angry too. This little brother of mine has been gone for a while, and today I'll teach you a lesson in manners. I sent a small piece of my soul into my sister's body. This piece of soul was even smaller than the one in my mother's body yesterday. The soul slowly connected with my sister's body, but because the amount was so small, the area I could control was also relatively small, so my sister remained conscious. But that was enough.

I began to observe my sister's movements. As long as the soul remained still inside, my sister could still move freely as she pleased. The opportunity came. My sister picked up the milk cup and just brought it to her lips, wanting to drink the milk, when suddenly her wrist seemed to have its own will and began to rotate, spilling milk all over her.

"Ah!!!" Because the milk was cold, my sister instinctively shrank back. Her clothes, soaked through, clung tightly to her chest, revealing her full breasts through her bra, the glimpses of flesh adding to the allure.

"You just spilled one, and now you've spilled milk again! What are you doing?" Mom scolded angrily.

"I didn't mean to, I don't know how it happened, my hand just moved by itself," my sister said innocently.

Of course you didn't mean to, I did. But I kept those words to myself.

"See, you dare say that to me? This is karma," I laughed smugly.

"I don't care about you, hmph!" My sister went to the kitchen to get the rag I had just used and wiped the table and floor again.

I danced a triumphant dance and went to the living room to watch TV. I wandered around, not knowing what was interesting, so I decided to watch a rerun of yesterday's variety show. Cai Kangyong's show was hilarious; it hadn't been long before I was rolling around in my chair laughing.

Mom had finished clearing the table and came to the living room. My sister went back to her room to change. Mom said, "Let me watch the TV first. I haven't finished the drama I rented a few days ago, and I have to return it tomorrow." Despite my reluctance, I obediently handed over the remote under Mom's coercion. But then a thought crossed my mind: since I'm capable, why should I obediently listen? A restless spirit stirred within me. I wanted to transform; I shouldn't be the only one in the family who had to obey. I split off a small piece of my soul and attached it to Mom, just like my sister. Mom remained conscious. But from now on, whatever I wanted, including her body, she would involuntarily offer it to me.

I sat silently on the sofa: "Rewind to the program I was just watching right now." Mom started moving, but her expression was strange. She watched helplessly as her hand involuntarily picked up the remote, switched to a variety show channel, and then put it back on the table.

"Don't touch the remote. Sit quietly in your seat." Just as Mom was about to reach for the remote again, my soul issued this command. Mom faithfully carried out every command I gave, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't touch the remote. This terrified her, and her face turned pale.

Mom immediately realized something was wrong, something strange was happening to her. When she tried to stand up, she found her bottom firmly stuck to the sofa.

"I...I..." Mom still tried hard to stand up.

"Mom, you want to watch a variety show with me too, right?" I cruelly asked a question whose answer I already knew.

"Yes, Mom wants to watch a variety show too. We can borrow that drama next time." The words that came out were not what she truly thought. Mom was clearly even more shocked; her terrified eyes and gentle tone were completely at odds. I ignored my mother's reaction and left her sitting on the sofa, flustered.

Suddenly, I said, "I want an apple. Go peel one for me, slice it." My tone was like a master ordering a servant, utterly impolite, but I knew I would soon be eating a fragrant, sweet, and perfectly sliced apple.

While my mother was peeling the apple, I planned what was to come. I sent a series of commands to my sister upstairs, not with my mouth, of course. My sister went to my mother's room without thinking, changed into one of my mother's sexy black lace bras and panties, then put on black suspenders and stockings, and finally found a pure white backless dress that my mother had worn in her youth from the bottom of the closet.

When my sister came down the stairs, I was stunned. Her noble bearing complemented her beautiful face, and the pure white dress perfectly hugged her graceful figure, highlighting her perfect breasts and hips. But her flustered eyes seemed to be trying to convey some message. I had my older sister sit on the chair next to me. Just then, Mom brought over a plate of apples. I grabbed a slice and munched on it with relish, leaving Mom and my sister staring at me helplessly.

"These apples are so sweet! So fragrant and sweet, you should eat some too!" I reached for a second slice.

Despite my urging of Mom and my sister to eat the fruit, they didn't move, or rather, they couldn't move at all.

Then I manipulated Mom's mouth to speak: "I can't eat delicious apples without putting in any effort. Please tell me what to do!" Mom's eyes were brimming with tears.

"Oh, Mom's right. Well… Mom, could you please give me oral sex?" I shamelessly made the request.

"Let me serve you, I didn't… how could I… I want to taste your delicious penis." Each word came out clearly from my mouth, seemingly without complete control over Mom's movements.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Mom resisted slightly. Her large eyes, glistening with tears, also burned with anger. She was furious at what I had said. My sister, watching our every move, could only sit helplessly on the sofa, watching everything unfold before her eyes.

I made Mom take off my pants. My penis, swollen and engorged with blood, sprang out. I slapped Mom's face with my penis: "Suck it well, if it makes me feel good, I'll give you an apple as a reward." Mom's small mouth took my glans in, her fragrant tongue sliding in and out of her mouth, licking the cleft of my glans. I felt a warm sensation. Mom stroked my scrotum with one hand and held my penis with the other, moving it up and down.

"Sister, do you want to eat an apple too?" I turned to my sister and asked. She nodded gently. "But you can't eat a delicious apple without putting in the effort, you know. Look how hard Mom is working!" I ignored Mom's resentful look as she looked up.

"Perhaps, sister, you can perform something? Do you know what I want to see you perform right now? I want to see you do a striptease." My sister's face immediately showed fear. Her two round, beautiful legs suddenly moved uncontrollably to the stereo playing seductive music, and then she struck a sexy pose in front of me.

My sister began to sway her graceful body to the music, her hands sometimes cupping her snow-white breasts, sometimes sliding down to her private parts, like two little snakes restlessly caressing every corner of her body, dancing seductively in her dress. Then my sister moved closer to me, turning around and swaying her alluring hips. I reached out and touched her firm, bouncy buttocks. "Ahhh," my sister blushed and let out a soft moan.

Taking a step back, my sister slowly unzipped her dress from the side, letting it slide to the ground. Underneath, she wore a deadly sexy black suit, black lace stockings accentuating the curves of her long, beautiful legs. I felt my engorged penis about to burst. My sister caressed her soft breasts through her bra, then reached into her panties, as if she couldn't wait to take them off.

I pushed my mother aside, picked up my sexy sister, and she straddled my lap. My rough penis repeatedly bumped against her private triangle. My sister cupped her breasts in her hands, rubbing them against my face. The feel of her stockings against my thighs only heightened my excitement. I unhooked her bra, and her two round mounds sprang out. My sister breathed heavily, her eyes moist as she looked at me.

I guided her hands to tear her black silk panties, discovering her vulva was soaked, already prepared for sex.

"Why are you so wet?" Tears streamed down my sister's face as she shook her head repeatedly. It seemed dancing had aroused her.

"Ah Zheng... no... no... this... isn't right..." My mother seemed to be resisting again.

"Mom, don't you have anything to do? Then lick my toes!" No mother would forgive her child for treating her like this, except my mother. She crawled to my feet, and despite her inner resistance, she obediently bent down and carefully cleaned each of my toes with her tongue.

I slowly inserted my penis into my sister's deep red vulva. It felt tightly enveloped, and after a short while, I hit something—her hymen. My sister cried out in terror, "Ah!! No…no!!

Take…out…!!" She shook her head violently, tears streaming down her face.

"Your virginity, and your body, will belong to me forever and ever." I smiled triumphantly and thrust forcefully. The excruciating pain of her hymen rupturing made her scream, "Ahhhhhh!!!!" "Does it hurt? Bear with it, you'll feel better soon." I comforted her, stroking her face, but it was no use. Her manipulated hands clung tightly to me, and her expression showed her reluctance; she continued to cry.

I kicked my mother aside and began thrusting into my sister's sweet vulva. The girl's hot, tight vagina swallowed my penis, then spat it out before plunging it back in completely. This felt a thousand times better and more pleasurable than making love with my mother. Her youthful body, her fiery figure, was on full display. Her beautiful legs, clad in sexy black stockings, rubbed against my waist and thighs.

I reached out to tease my sister's clitoris. She bit her lip, trying to suppress a sound, but her body betrayed her, swaying up and down to the rhythm, her hands constantly kneading her full breasts.

"Moan loudly!" I commanded in my mind.

'Mmm!! Ah!! Ah!! Ahh!! Ahh!!' I ruthlessly made my sister, this virgin, act like a slut.

'Mmm!! Ahh!! Hahh!! Hahh!!' I turned and saw my mother beside me, excitedly crawling towards my sister and me, moving very slowly, as if it were taking a great deal of effort.

"Do you want it too? Wait a minute, you can masturbate!" I continued thrusting into my sister's body, reminding my mother of what she should do. My mother had no choice but to comply, opening her clothes and pants, reaching out to caress her breasts and vulva.

Meanwhile, my sister tried hard to suppress herself, thinking about other things, trying to prevent her body from experiencing pleasure. I wouldn't allow that, so I split off another part of my soul and entered my sister's lower body. Then I invaded her mind, removing her suppressed thoughts and controlling her to only think about sex.

My sister's expression changed; her originally rosy face gained a lewd aura, and her throat spontaneously emitted sweet moans that sounded captivating and pleasing to the ear. The rhythmic up and down movements turned into more intense thrusting.

Her body suddenly arched back, and with a sharp cry, my sister climaxed. Her body trembled violently, and her vulva released a strong-smelling love juice that flowed down my legs and onto the ground. She had squirted!

I was quite pleased with the result. I pulled out my penis, which was covered in virgin blood and vaginal fluid, and forced my sister's head to take it into her mouth. A large amount of semen shot deep into the back of my sister's throat. She coughed and swallowed the fluids from her brother's mouth, with some semen still dripping from the corners of her mouth.

"Look how wasteful you are! Mom, come and help your sister clean up. By the way, crawl." My mother crawled over on all fours, opening her mouth to eat the semen from the corners of my sister's mouth until she was sure it was completely clean.

"The floor is so wet, clean it up while you're at it!" My mother was pale with anger. Like a puppy, she stuck out her tongue and knelt on the ground licking my sister's vaginal fluid, her body trembling with shame. Only after she had licked the floor clean did my mother kneel down at my feet. My sister gradually recovered from the afterglow of her orgasm, staring blankly at the floor.

"You both did very well. This is your reward." I patted my mother and sister's heads and then threw them two pieces of apple.

The mother and daughter acted as if they had found a treasure, crawling on the ground to grab the sand-covered apples… Chapter Four (end).

A writer was writing a book. A friend asked him, "If tomorrow were the end of the world, what would you want to do before you die?" He thought for a moment and said, "I can't die yet." His friend was curious and asked him why. He replied, "Because I haven't finished writing the ending." I haven't finished writing

the ending of the story. ********** ... She was very beautiful when she was young. Although she is now 45 years old, her delicate face bears the slight marks of time, but she has maintained a good figure, which makes things go very smoothly when she's doing business. === ...

"From now on... you'll be my personal toys, understand?" "Ade, you unfilial son, what spell did you cast on us? Let us go!" Mom shouted angrily. I allowed them to speak freely, only restricting their movements.

"Yang Zhengde, you bastard! You're heartless, you pervert! How could you do this to me, waah..." My sister was very emotional, her voice sounding hoarse.

Having gained power, her personality seemed to be changing. I felt nothing, cold and indifferent to my mother and sister's accusations.

"You unfilial son, you scoundrel, you beast..." *Slap!* A stinging slap landed directly on Mom's face. But it wasn't me who did it, it was my sister. It's easy to guess who made her do it.

"Mom... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I couldn't control myself." My sister cried out guiltily.

"It's okay, Mom knows, Yang Zhengde, I regret not aborting you..." *Slap! Slap!* Two more slaps landed, the force unrestrained, leaving Mom dizzy and disoriented, fiery red marks appearing on her face.

"Yang Zhengde!!! Go ahead and kill me if you dare! I'd rather die than be controlled by you. If I could move, I'd go to the kitchen right now and grab a knife to kill myself!" These were the older sister's words, but without her limbs, this was all she could shout.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!..." Several more slaps landed on Mom's face, clearly causing bruising and swelling.

"Mom... Mom!!" Looking at the wounds she had inflicted on Mom, her last cry was almost a heart-wrenching sob.

"Don't you understand the situation? Let me make it clear: from now on, I'm the boss. If you say anything that displeases me, Mom will be beaten; if you disobey me, Mom will also be beaten. Of course, you'll be the one to do it. Think carefully about what you're going to do." 'My sister was stunned. She didn't even have the right to commit suicide, what room was there for resistance?

' 'Huixin, don't worry about Mom. People like this, so heartless, will be punished.' My sister raised her hand high again, then brought it down heavily: 'Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

Slap!…' 'Did I say you could speak, Mom?' The slaps rained down on her face until Mom couldn't take it anymore and fainted.

'Waaaaah… Ahh…' My sister cried loudly, overwhelmed by her helplessness.

'You know your situation now, right? You have to be obedient to avoid suffering. Now, masturbate in front of me.' I released the restraints on my sister, intending to let her do it herself.

'Waaaaah… Waaaaah…' My sister lay on the ground, her crying still not stopping. '

Hmm, you still don't seem to understand what I'm saying. I'll just have to let Mom suffer a little more punishment.' I forced my mother to sit up and made her slap herself. Although she was already unconscious, the force of her controlled hand was immense; the sound of her cheeks being slapped was so loud it could be heard outside the door. I wondered if this would affect her intelligence.

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me... Waaah... I'll just masturbate... Waaah..." I made my mother stop, watching my sister, who was being coerced, shamefully spread her legs, tears streaming down her face, playing with her genitals in front of me. Her movements were rough, not like she was trying to make herself feel good, but rather like she was sulking, rubbing her genitals haphazardly.

"Look, don't you love watching me masturbate? How is it, are you excited?" "Yang Huixin!! I'm warning you, if you don't behave, I'll make you and Mom suffer a pain worse than death." Faced with my sister's stubbornness and her threatening words, I was truly enraged this time.

"..." My sister was intimidated by my imposing presence and began to obediently masturbate, her gentle hands seemingly trying to bring herself to orgasm. Her left hand cupped her beautiful right breast, her fingertips kneading her nipple; her right hand pressed against her private parts, applying pressure without any large movements.

"Mmm...mmm...mmm..." My sister, still with tear stains on her face, let out beautiful moans, her complexion gradually turning rosy.

I approached my sister, placing one hand on her head, while my other hand rested on my mother's head, releasing my soul to seek and control the sensory nerves, creating an invisible chain. Then I sat back on the sofa. Now, my sister's sensory nerves were connected to my mother's, meaning my mother could feel my sister's body, and my sister felt the same way about my mother.

My mother, still unconscious, shared my sister's sensations, as if an unseen hand was caressing her breasts and genitals, her vulva gradually becoming moist due to a natural reaction. I picked up my mother and kissed her breasts like a lover. My sister's body clearly reacted; she instinctively thrust her beautiful breasts forward, seemingly enjoying the sensation.

'Ring ring ring~' The phone suddenly rang, the piercing ring waking my mother. I ordered my sister to answer it.

'Hello, this is the police station. We just received a report of an argument over here. Is there anything we can do to help?' 'No, no, no one's arguing. Maybe it's just a prank? Hehe, officer, I'm sorry to bother you.' Thinking she was saved, my sister heard herself uttering these insincere words, and her hopeful mood sank again, vanishing without a trace.

'If you need anything, Miss, we'll be there immediately…' *Click!* I hung up before she could finish saying goodbye. What a nosy neighbor, I thought to myself, maybe I should give her a lesson someday.

'Sister, you can continue now, Mom's waiting!' The older sister silently lowered her head and masturbated. The mother, standing nearby, reacted, groaning, "Ahhh... umm... hahh... why is my body like this?" Due to the nerve connection, the mother, though separated by distance, also felt the older sister's caresses.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed a box of ice, half a bowl of salad oil, and a banana. Returning to the living room, I hugged the mother again, pressing the ice cubes against her bare nipples, simultaneously robbing her of movement and speech, leaving her only able to stare at me with wide eyes. The cold sensation spread to the older sister's body, and her delicate nipples immediately hardened and protruded.

I alternately applied the ice cubes to both nipples until they turned into small, purplish-red lumps.

Following the ice down the mother's flat stomach to her thighs, the older sister arched her back, while the mother remained motionless. Then, I used my index and middle fingers to spread open her vulva and inserted the ice cubes. This action made my mother tremble violently, while my older sister, sitting on the ground, felt as if cold ice had been stuffed into her genitals. She reached out to dig the ice out, but couldn't find anything, and cried out in pain, "It hurts so much...

Ahh

... Having just masturbated, the wet vagina allowed my penis to easily penetrate to its full depth. The heat, wetness, and folds of the vagina stimulated my senses. Both mother and daughter simultaneously experienced the dual stimulation of the banana and my penis, letting out moans and cries of pleasure: "Ah ...

My limp penis was still inside my sister's body. I flipped her over and kissed her lips like a tiger. Although I couldn't control her movements, her face remained unresponsive, like a lifelike doll.

Suddenly, her head slammed into my forehead with a loud 'thud,' and I saw stars. 'Yang Huixin, you're finished! You're dead! No matter how much you beg for mercy, I won't let you go this time!' In a fit of rage, I issued a series of commands from my head. My sister forcefully pushed me off her and punched me in the head again.

'My control... failed? It hurts! It's blood, I'm bleeding!' I looked at my blood-stained hands in horror.

'Take me to the hospital, please, take me to the hospital, I'm bleeding! It hurts so much!' I pleaded loudly.

My sister looked at me on the ground, picked up a water glass from the table, and cruelly smashed it over my head. The water glass shattered into pieces, cutting my face and ears. My sister grabbed the largest shard and started stabbing and stabbing at my face repeatedly… “Ouch! Ahhhhhh! Stop it!! What are you doing? Are you trying to kill me? I’m your brother!!” Dizzy and powerless, I was completely unable to resist, and gradually everything went dark… ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊.

“Beep…beep…beep…” The rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor filled my nostrils with the pungent smell of disinfectant. With great effort, I managed to open my heavy eyelids. I think I’m in a hospital. Out of the corner of my eye, I see my mother talking to the doctor beside the bed.

My mouth is parched, and I desperately want some water. I try to sit up, only to discover that I have no feeling in my hands!! I’m terrified. I want to scream for help, but I can only weakly open my lips and let out a faint groan.

"Hmm...hmm..." The doctor beside the bed noticed my unusual state: "The patient is awake." My mother anxiously moved closer to me, her red eyes suggesting she had just been crying. He then performed some examinations, observing my reactions, but I couldn't respond at all. Seeing this, my mother sadly rushed out the door, and the doctor followed.

I heard the doctor outside the door speaking to my mother: "The patient's condition must be very distressing, and you, as his mother, must be strong. You understand? Be strong, don't lose heart. There have been many cases of vegetative state patients waking up before, and your son's condition isn't too bad..." My head went blank, and I couldn't hear the rest of the words clearly. Vegetative state? Was he talking about me? I've become a vegetative state? How could this be? Impossible! How could I become a vegetative state?

My heart felt like it had been suddenly emptied, and my mind was a mess. Saliva dripped from my lips, but I couldn't even grab a tissue.

About two or three minutes later, Mom and the doctor came in from outside. Mom noticed drool on my cheek and quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe it away. The doctor prescribed some medicine, instructed the nurse to give me the injection, and then hurriedly left.

After the nurse left, Mom, suppressing her emotions, said to me, "Ade, don't worry, Mom will take care of you for the rest of your life." Mom reached out and touched my head; it was so warm, offering a little comfort. "You've been in a coma for two weeks. The doctor said you... are completely paralyzed, but Mom... Mom believes you'll get better. Waaah..." Hearing Mom's words didn't make my empty heart feel any better. "Huixin will come to see you from home later and bring you some clean clothes. You should rest well." Hearing my sister's name, a surge of hatred welled up inside me. It's all that bitch's fault! She made me completely paralyzed. It's okay, from now on, I'll live in your body! I planned everything with a ruthless gaze.

Half an hour later, my sister brought over a change of clothes. Surprisingly, despite all the things I had done to her, she didn't show any disgust; instead, she seemed worried and sad. However, this didn't shake my resolve. Now I was going to take over your body and live a proper life.

I tried to concentrate, but nothing happened; I was still lying in bed. How could this be? Had I even lost my abilities? I could only watch helplessly as my sister looked at me.

Noticing my gaze, she softly asked, "How are you feeling now? Do you want to watch TV?" My sister turned on the news. The ever-young and beautiful news anchor was reporting the news, and the footage showed me while I was unconscious.

"Last week, a gang shooting broke out in the streets, resulting in the accidental shooting of an innocent passerby. A man surnamed Yang was shot in the head and became a vegetable. Police arrested two suspects yesterday, and one main suspect is still at large. They also recovered the murder weapon and a large quantity of drugs from the house..." I stared at the television screen, tears streaming down my face.

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