Brother, don't worry about me, just shoot!

From elementary school onwards, I've hated that sacred area between my legs—the damp, wrinkled flesh of my genitals, especially that repulsive red color, which exudes disgust. Although it's the most mysterious part of my body, I still can't stand its filthy feeling.

When no one is around, I often spread my legs, and then a nauseating odor hits me, truly repulsive, which is one of the reasons I hate it. Even after wiping away the remaining urine after using the toilet, this area remains damp. So it accumulates sweat and grime, meaning it always emits a filthy smell. Just smelling this odor gives me an unbearable feeling of uncleanliness. Although it looks ugly, I still succumb to the pleasure of masturbation. Every time, I swear it's the last time I'll masturbate, but I always end up breaking my vow. And because of that, I hate it even more for its irresistible, evil temptation – the constant masturbation. Sometimes, before or after showering, I look at my naked body, stand straight, press my penis tightly together, inhale, and contract my abdomen. My private area is completely hidden, and I revel in this self-admiration. Standing straight from head to toe, it's captivating; I always feel like a mermaid. But when I see my not-so-pretty face, my mood plummets. "This isn't a mermaid, it's just a fish."

I forget which book it was, but it says a man's genitals – just looking at them is enough to make you unbearably aroused, and if you're "fucked" by him, you'll crave them for life. But when the whole family bathes together, I've seen my dad's genitals; they hang like a deflated parachute, and nothing can arouse me. Ever since I was old enough to understand, I've never been able to stand the ugliness of my private parts; I truly loathe them from the bottom of my heart. I just never imagined that accidentally touching them could be so exciting. I've done some strange things about my private parts before. For example, once I took a red marker and painted it bright red, which ended up staining my underwear and getting me a scolding from my mother!

Such childish behavior not only made my heart flutter but also incredibly excited me. My heart was pounding, and my vagina was leaking fluid. The pleasure was indescribable. Sometimes, I would insert the pointed end of a comb into my most mysterious and sensitive hole, enduring the pain as I pushed it deeper and thrust in and out.

After a while, when the pointed handle was pulled out, drops of blood would flow from the cave. This sight made me even more excited, panting and unable to control myself for a long time. Although I was punishing my hated secret area by self-torture, the excitement generated by this self-torture was undeniable, a kind of mysterious pleasure. However, I didn't know why I had such an extremely contradictory personality. Now I was having sex with two men at the same time. Although they only brought me sexual pleasure, I used them to do things that I couldn't do on my own, to punish my secret area. Of course, my parents didn't know about my strange sexual fetish and having physical relations with two men at the same time, and of course, I hid it very well.

Even when I came home from school, I didn't go through the room where my parents lived, but went directly to my room on the second floor of another building. That night, around 11 p.m., my two sexual partners, Kiyoshi-kun and Nishida-kun, quietly came to my room on the second floor. Actually, it's because earlier today, on my way home from school, I went to Nishida-kun's apartment. Without Kiyoshi's knowledge, we had sex alone. Because I insisted that Nishida-kun touch my genitals—rubbing them, playing with them, licking them—he became somewhat unhappy. After doing all that, I was exhausted and didn't know how to describe it. My genitals felt hot and swollen, and I felt like something was rubbing against my sides. I couldn't straighten my back, and my whole body felt off. But I didn't want Kiyoshi to suspect anything, so I tried my best to please him. Nishida-kun sarcastically said things like, "Miss Mie, you seem quite energetic today..."

and other such cold, sarcastic remarks that Kiyoshi couldn't decipher. As usual, Kiyoshi first pressed down on me. It was the first time I felt a man's weight, so I told him I was very tired and not feeling well, and that I might not be able to fully cooperate. I told him that he could do whatever he wanted, as long as he liked it. As soon as he finished speaking, Kiyoshi hugged me warmly and kissed me passionately. "Tonight, Mie is different!

Full of charm, cute and amazing,"

he whispered in my ear, and to make me happy, he kept sucking on my breasts, biting my ear, and rubbing it. He also teased my clitoris from time to time. He caressed me passionately.

But because my genitals were swollen and painful, no matter how hard Kiyoshi worked on me, I felt numb, without any sensation. Instead, I felt like a cloth laid under his body, my whole body trembling as he squeezed and rubbed me, as if he were the only one having sex with me. And he was about to ejaculate on me. Next, Nishida hugged me and fucked me from the side. He always used this side-lying position, occasionally stimulating my clitoris with his fingers. This finally gave me some pleasure. Although it took twice as long as usual, I finally reached orgasm. I turned over, spread my legs, and immersed myself in the pleasure of the orgasm, moaning. At that moment, my mind went blank, I was completely unconscious, I only felt "good,"

and I didn't even know when Kiyoshi and Nishida left. The next morning, I had a terrible headache, and all my joints ached terribly. My genitals felt particularly strange; although they weren't hot or swollen anymore, some white discharge came out, and it felt like I was back to how I used to be. In the evening, after I recovered, I thought about what happened last night, and I was still a little excited. After taking a shower, I found a quiet spot to watch TV while thinking about it. That's when Nishida came in. "Miss Mie, last night was great! Do you remember how many times we did it?"

I listened quietly. "Hmm... tonight at my apartment, are you coming? There's a new person..."

After saying that, he smiled and left. By seven o'clock, I couldn't hold back any longer. I used returning a friend's laptop as an excuse to leave home. Then I felt my heart surging like waves, and I felt like I was sleepwalking, unconsciously walking towards Nishida-kun's apartment. I was really—(To be continued) Chapter Two In Nishida-kun's apartment, I saw three faces, including the newcomer, waiting for me. When I saw the so-called newcomer, the young man surprised me because his name was Kubo Junichi. He lived in the bustling area, and his family ran a bar. His mother used to work in a bar, and she and my father were once in love. Everyone in the neighborhood knew about it. After she married someone else, Junichi's stepfather funded the current bar. My parents knew when the bar opened.

But as time went on, it became a topic of conversation. My mother often used it to criticize my father, causing them to argue frequently. But despite the arguments, they never did anything too outrageous. Indeed, Junichi-kun is my father's son with that woman. We don't actually have the same contact as other relatives, nor have we met for any reason, but we are definitely siblings. Although he inherited my mother's beauty, I think he looks more like my father; he is my father's son, that much is certain. I knew this at the time, but the relationship between my father, his woman, and my mother made me somewhat reserved. Now that we've met openly, even if I try to treat him like any other person, it doesn't change the fact that we are siblings. Regardless, I still feel uncomfortable and have a strange feeling. But he's really handsome, which ignited some strange, unhealthy desires within me. Junichi-kun and I met at the apartment I looked at in Nishida. Before we even had a chance to call each other brother and sister, we had a close relationship.

Although the grudges of the previous generation were complex and intertwined, our sexual relationship improved our animosity and even fostered some feelings. Because of this, I gradually distanced myself from Nishida and Kiyoshi and entered Junichi's world. Along the riverbank was a bustling city, and Junichi lived there in a two-story shop. However, under the guise of studying hard, he lived alone in a small apartment by the river. He only came to this apartment when he needed to study, sometimes staying overnight, sometimes going home.

Like several of his like-minded friends, he disliked living in places where his mother could see and control him. Therefore, living here had a secluded feel to it. One day, Junichi invited me. He told me that the apartment was quite secluded, usually occupied only by himself, and especially quiet and mysterious at night, undisturbed. He insisted that I visit, no matter what.

Filled with curiosity, I accepted his invitation and that evening, taking advantage of the opportunity to visit him, met him alone there. Because I imagined this to be Junichi's study, a quiet and scholarly house, it turned out to be the complete opposite of what I expected. It was a specially designed luxury residence with a small but fully equipped kitchen and beautiful, expensive furniture in the living room. The kitchen and other facilities were complete, making it convenient to live here year-round. Although it faced the sunlit river to the south, it was far from the shore, so you didn't have to worry about being seen no matter what you did inside.

I couldn't find a better, more secluded house. Before coming here, Junichi and I had discussed it – we would be like any other couple, playing freely and doing whatever we wanted. And indeed, we were truly happy that day. Because we were siblings, we didn't need to be polite or break the ice; there was nothing to hide from each other. We could speak freely about family matters, private affairs, and personal secrets. Junichi had some strange interests. He preferred playing with each other's genitals to regular sex. Because when we were together, most of the time we were playing with each other's genitals, and of course we also had intercourse. But sometimes, it was almost always Junichi who ejaculated first and was satisfied, while I didn't feel any pleasure at all. "We're siblings, isn't it strange to do this?"

If I said that, Junichi would casually straddle me, taking out his penis and

inserting it into my vagina. "Not strange at all, what parents can do, there's no law that says siblings can't do," he

would always say casually, then keep kissing me, hugging me, and caressing my body. At first, we decided to meet once or twice a week, and only at night.

But gradually, we were not only together on Sundays, but later we even skipped school and stayed in that secluded room all day. The house was heated, so even if you were completely naked, you wouldn't have to worry about getting cold. Junichi had the physique of an athlete, strong and muscular, with thick pubic hair, and more importantly, he possessed a penis just like an adult's. When he wasn't dressed, you could see an old scar on his right abdomen from where his appendix had been opened. Having never before engaged in mutual genital play with a man while completely naked in a bright room, or had sex in various positions, I felt really embarrassed when I first did these things in Junichi's house.

The real reason was that when I was naked, my skin was dark, my breasts were pointed, and my body wasn't very full. I was dry and flat, yet I was particularly fat from my stomach to my thighs. Compared to Junichi, who was tall, slender, and muscular, I was truly pathetic. As for my genitals, Junichi's were exceptionally large and hard from every angle, always exuding a masculine aura. The glans was mushroom-shaped and glistening with a bright fleshy color, throbbing fiercely with each beat. Compared to his genitals, my perpetually wet and unremarkable genitals seemed like filthy garbage.

But despite my thoughts, this ugly thing was surprisingly loved by men. What I found unbelievable was that every man I knew wanted to have sex with me. Junichi was no exception; he always treated my urine-smelling, ugly genitals like a delicious feast, sucking and licking them. He would often bury his face between my legs, inhaling the stench.

I reciprocated with the same actions. Usually, I would hold Junichi's penis in my hand, then touch his pubic hair with my nose, or gently suck on it and pluck it. Of course, I would also suck on the glans, or lick and rub it with my tongue for oral sex. Finally, I would continuously rub his saliva-covered penis with my hand until he ejaculated.

During this process, especially in the moments before ejaculation, Junichi would bury his face in his palms, his chest, abdomen, and legs trembling uncontrollably, his entire body trembling as if being devoured by thousands of insects, moaning. I would be incredibly excited. Although having sex with only one person doesn't give me an orgasm, I can achieve one if my clitoris is stimulated with my fingers.

I had told Junichi about this beforehand, and he would do it during intercourse. Sometimes we would even orgasm at the same time. Sometimes we would compete to see who could orgasm first. Once, Junichi made me lie on a low table, exposing my genitals. He spread my legs and, with something that hurt me, inserted it into my vagina in one go.

Soon after, I felt the urge to urinate. Finally, I couldn't hold it in and urinated with a whoosh. As I felt the hard object being pulled out along with my urine, I quickly rolled over, and the strange-looking, thin thing fell off with me. At that moment, Junichi was frantically searching for something to wipe his wetness, and I handed him my underwear to wipe the wet area. "What's wrong? What's that?"

I asked him. Junichi then showed me the long, green, rubber-tube-like thing. He said, "[This is the stem of a water lily from the pond.]" He had taken a withered stem from the pond and inserted it into my genitals. And it could be inserted all the way in. As the urine flowed from the tube, he hurriedly tried to catch it with his mouth. Just as he was about to drink it, I rolled over, making a mess of urine everywhere. "I don't know what you were doing that made you roll over, but it's disgusting that you're trying to drink urine."

After saying that, I turned my face away. Junichi laughed and said to me, "But since it's your little sister's urine, how can it be dirty? Not at all..."

"You're so annoying... You're so annoying... Well, next time I'll drink your urine too!"

Junichi said he would do it again, but this time he prepared a towel, a basin, and a spoon. Then he made me lie on my back with my legs raised and spread apart, just like before. He picked up the stem of the water lily and forcefully inserted it into the urinary tract. It still hurt a bit and was not comfortable at all. When the tube was inserted all the way in, I felt the urge to urinate, so I quickly said to Junichi, "Is it okay? I need to pee again."

He hurriedly adjusted himself, "Go ahead and pee if you need to, is that alright?"

Junichi answered me while slowly pushing the tube in quite a bit more. At this moment, I felt a slightly painful pleasure, and urine overflowed from the tube, flowing onto the towel that had been placed under my buttocks, instantly wetting the towel. Meanwhile, Junichi was enjoying some kind of delicious treat, continuously sucking up the urine flowing from the water lily paste. Finally, the urine stopped flowing, and my bladder, like a deflated balloon, no longer felt bloated. "The tube is too thin,"

Junichi said this, and although I had drunk his urine several times while giving him oral sex, that warm, salty urine was really not pleasant to drink. Once, I even used a rubber tube that Junichi bought from the pharmacy to insert into the glans of his penis. Although it caused a fracture, it was eventually inserted, and quite deeply. At that time, warm urine would flow out, but only a drop, and I would drink it through the tube. Our behavior is probably what's called "sexual perversion"

!

Even so, I find it surprisingly exciting. Not long after Chapter 3, Junichi bought some so-called "medicine that makes people more energetic after injection" from someone and

gave me an injection. He injected the syringe directly into my clitoris. The drug was usually injected into the wrist, but Junichi deliberately injected it into my clitoris. After a while, I felt heat up around my waist. Although it felt comfortable, I didn't feel the expected sexual excitement. Knowing my fetish, Junichi would sometimes use a laboratory glass tube filled with hot water and then sealed it. He forcefully inserted it into my vaginal opening, trying to bring me to orgasm with his hand. However, despite his elaborate arrangements—inserting and pulling out the glass test tube, licking my labia, and finally inserting his already erect penis—I didn't experience any pleasure. Even so, the fact that I could have sex with Junichi was one of the reasons I was attracted to him. Perhaps it was because I had developed feelings for my biological brother, Junichi, and I was quite happy that he had chosen me as his sexual partner. However, for Junichi, perhaps I was just an object of his sexual desire.

During the time I was immersed in sex with Junichi, every two or three nights, Kiyoshi and Nishida would secretly come to my room on the second floor. Lately, we've become increasingly bold. They often sneak into my room one by one, and the three of us sleep on the same bed until dawn before leaving. This is so that the three of us can make love again after dawn, for the so-called pleasure.

Although it only produces pleasure when they each take turns doing it twice, and sometimes even doing it twice doesn't produce pleasure, generally speaking, we can all produce pleasure. Kiyoshi touches my clitoris with his fingers, while Nishida inserts a glass test tube into my vagina, constantly masturbating me like this. The feeling at that moment was incredibly pleasurable. If they continued to masturbate me, I would eventually lose consciousness and moan incessantly. Although I had sex with three men without interruption, I showed no signs of pregnancy. I doubt any girl my age would have sex as frequently as I did. When I talked about this with a good friend, she said, "During menstruation, ovulation occurs along with bleeding. If sperm is ejaculated into the uterus during intercourse while the egg is still in the uterus, pregnancy can occur."

In other words, if you don't have sex during your period, you won't get pregnant. But my thoughts were the opposite of hers. Once, I asked Junichi about this, and he said, "What? That's what your friend said?"

It's ridiculous, does she even understand?

What comes out during menstruation are already dead eggs, so even if you have sex during your period, you won't get pregnant. "Oh!

I see."

"Do you understand now? That's why there's the so-called safe period,"

he explained to me. "Mie, have you ever seen what sperm looks like?"

"Huh? What?"

"Sperm worms!

I'll show you next time. I'll bring my microscope from home. And Mie, you probably haven't seen your own eggs, have you?

During your period…"

"No, and seeing my own eggs…"

"You haven't even seen dead eggs?"

"No."

"During your period, you just need to pay attention."

"Hey!

How big are they?"

"Yeah!

Very tiny, almost invisible, only a few millimeters in diameter, a truly minuscule creature."

"Then how can you see them clearly?"

"Next time Michie has your period, let's go see each other,"

Junichi excitedly planned. "I've been trying out a big invention lately!"

"What invention? Tell me! Tell me..."

"Well!

It's using computers to create artificial babies,"

he said, a thought as astonishing as in-vitro fertilization. It sounded half-joking, but seeing his serious expression, it was a pointless topic. Let's change the subject!

Because of my irregular periods, I often had doubts and considered various possible causes. Recently, I've been experiencing a lot of vaginal discharge, so I think there must be a problem with some part of my uterus. It's a white, viscous substance, like fermenting sourness. Something like semen flowed out, staining my underwear in large quantities. My underwear was often covered in a layer of damp, yellowish stuff, which was very uncomfortable. At first, I thought it was semen ejaculated inside during intercourse, flowing back out afterward. However, the nauseating stench didn't smell like semen. Also, I often experienced strange spasms in my abdomen, near my uterus—warm, pure, as if my entire abdomen was very heavy. Sometimes I could even feel it spasming intensely! This

only stopped when I had slightly more vigorous intercourse, or when intercourse lasted longer than usual. The longer the period lasted, the more invigorating it became, but the pain that followed the pleasure grew increasingly intense. Despite this, I still made a promise with Junichi-kun that we would study eggs together during my next period. So I told him the calculated date beforehand. Before my next period, Junichi-kun was constantly researching various methods to obtain eggs that were still viable from the uterus to the onset of menstruation. He really put in a lot of effort!

It's true. One of his methods was to have me lie on the low table in his study and spread my legs as wide as possible. So he could examine and study it carefully. He would insert his fingers, measure the depth of the hole with a ruler, and even use his fingertips to explore the innermost structure. A few days later, Junichi showed me the semen he had collected after masturbating, placing it under a microscope. To my astonishment, in this white and bright semen, there were countless sperm, like a vast army, swimming forward, shimmering like silver. Through the microscope, this scene was clearly visible, truly breathtaking. "Wow!

So many!"

"As long as you insert my thing, my penis, all of these will run into your belly!"

"Really? That's great... This is the first time I've ever seen these things..."

When Kiyoshi-kun, Nishida-kun, and Junichi-kun took turns having sex with me, if each of them did it twice, then a total of six sperm would run into my belly. I thought incredulously that each ejaculation was only one or two drops, but one drop of semen contained thousands upon thousands of sperm. So, after having sex six, seven, or eight times, how many sperm would actually swim into my uterus?

Once, Junichi prepared a thermos. He collected the semen I ejaculated after masturbating for him for about four hours, about five times. He said the thermos kept the semen at the same temperature as body temperature, so it could be preserved for many days until it smelled bad. Although the first and third ejaculations were more plentiful, the fifth time the semen was somewhat dried and stuck on the glans, swaying in and out with the contraction and extension of the glans, as if it were struggling to breathe. Finally, he regretfully dripped out only one drop. Lying on my back facing the bright light, I felt Junichi insert a thick glass tube into my vagina. This glass tube was hollow, and when inserted into the vagina, it could reach the very inside. Moreover, he could see inside like a diving mask in the sea. Junichi confidently explained, "Wow... I can really see the very inside!"

Then he pressed his face between my open legs. "Yes, it's a bottomless pit,"

I thought, feeling infected by the excitement and inexplicably becoming aroused myself.

Afterwards, we embraced under a low table with an electric heater, passionately playing with each other's genitals and igniting a burning desire. That day, I stripped naked and crawled under the covers, then put my feet under the low table to warm them. After kissing, masturbating, and performing oral sex, Junichi and I embraced. Only then did Junichi insert his erect penis into my vagina, beginning another round of intercourse. Sometimes I was on top, arching my back to let his penis enter me from behind, sometimes from the side, and sometimes I would sit and move up and down. We made love, engaging in a series of strange sexual positions, which made me fall madly in love with Junichi. We were actually siblings, and we couldn't be in a romantic relationship, let alone get married. Despite this, we were constantly indulging in sex and trying all sorts of weird things. What was going on?

He had already ejaculated five times, but this time it was harder. However, with increasing excitement, his penis grew larger and harder, almost bursting, causing Junichi pain. "Junichi, don't you want to ejaculate yet?"

"Hmm...just a little more...a beautiful technique...what about you?"

"Hmm!

Don't worry about me, just ejaculate!"

I whispered in Junichi's ear, sighing, "We siblings...doing these things..."

"Hmm...hmm..."

Suddenly, Junichi hugged me tighter, thrusting harder and more forcefully. I kept saying, "We're siblings... we're siblings!

Aren't we..."

I said between breaths, and then something unbelievable happened. Suddenly, an intense pleasure surged up, making it hard to breathe. That big, hard rod was throbbing back and forth, making my entire lower abdomen feel numb. I couldn't bear it any longer and arched my back, moaning and convulsing, even my buttocks were trembling.

Then, after an unknown amount of time, when my consciousness returned naturally, I remembered the scene when Junichi pulled out. Although Junichi had withdrawn his penis, I still felt the weight of his entire body on me. I was truly exhausted. When he used his fingers to penetrate my naked body from below, I saw his almost asleep face, his eyelids half-closed. Then he kissed me with a satisfied smile. This was the first time in all the times Junichi and I had sex that I had truly reached orgasm. Could it be that my body really couldn't be without Junichi? As his older brother, he was probably thinking the same thing!

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