Sleepwalking Brother

I am a 15-year-old girl living with my brother and parents. Our life was generally happy and fulfilling.
However, about six months ago, my brother couldn't find a job after graduating from university, which caused him to become anxious and sometimes even
sleepwalk.
When I first heard the term "sleepwalking," I was genuinely scared because I often saw scenes of
sleepwalkers . But after the doctor's explanation, we realized that reality wasn't
as exaggerated as in dramas.
I don't fully understand the details, but my brother's condition is relatively mild, and he shouldn't do
anything harmful. Most importantly, when he sleepwalks, don't wake him. After he finishes sleepwalking, he will naturally return to
sleep, and when he wakes up, he won't remember what he did while sleepwalking.
However, he didn't know what he was doing while sleepwalking, which ultimately led to an incident.
Here's what happened: About five months ago, late one night, I felt the urge to urinate in my sleep, so I got out of bed to go
to the bathroom. Because I was so anxious and tired, I forgot to lock the door as soon as I entered the bathroom. I just closed it and
hurriedly took off my clothes, then plopped down on the toilet to pee.
Just as I finished, the toilet door suddenly opened. I looked up and saw it was my brother.
(Wow…)
I almost screamed, but quickly covered my mouth with my hand because I saw his eyes were tightly closed.
I knew he was sleepwalking, and I didn't dare make a sound so as not to wake him.
He came in and went straight to the toilet. That's when I realized he was also there to pee.
It was too late to stand up and avoid him; he was standing too close to the toilet. If I stood up now, I would definitely
bump into him. I could only continue sitting and wait and see.
Of course, there was no space to put my pants back on, so I had to leave my genitals exposed. Luckily, my brother
's eyes were closed, so he couldn't see anything, otherwise it would have been incredibly embarrassing.
It was the first time I'd ever seen a man urinate, and I was watching him face-to-face. Apparently, men urinate like women, with
their legs spread. When he spread his legs, I had to spread mine even wider to avoid our four legs
touching .
This spread-leg position also pried open the labia of my vagina, and I vaguely felt
a chill inside. Although no one else saw, being in such an indecent
position in front of my own brother still made me blush.
Then, needless to say, my brother pulled down his pants and took out his penis to urinate.
When I saw him make that move, I was startled again and quickly covered my face with my hands, not daring to look. I just hoped that
his urine would hit the puddle and not splash on me. (Because usually after he and Dad urinated,
the rim of and the floor next to it were covered with yellow urine stains; maybe men always make a mess after urinating.)
I couldn't wait for my brother to finish urinating and leave. But after waiting for a while, there was still no movement, no
sound of water as I expected. I couldn't help but peek through my fingers, and oh my god, I saw my brother constantly stroking his penis with his hand;
he was having sex! He actually had sex in front of his own sister!
Even though he was sleepwalking and didn't know what he was doing, I was still a little annoyed.
(Fine, you want to have sex in front of me? I'll see how you men have sex, and see what's so great about your
penis .)
Fueled by anger and curiosity, I simply lowered my hands from my face and openly watched my brother
have sex .
His penis was very long; one hand couldn't completely encircle it. The liver-colored glans
protruded from between his thumb and forefinger. Upon closer inspection, the swollen glans had something like lips at the tip, and a small lip in the middle
—that's probably where men urinate.
I compared it with my palm and fingers; my brother's penis was about five inches long and an inch thick, with the glans
being an inch and a half thicker. Thinking back to my own narrow vagina, if my future husband's penis were also
this thick and long, I'd be fucked to death!
Lost in thought, I was suddenly overcome with climax as my brother ejaculated, white semen spurting from the tip of his penis and spraying directly
onto my face. I tried to cover myself, but it was too late. He continued his stroking motion, semen flowing out continuously.
I felt a warm sensation in my genitals; he had also ejaculated onto my genitals.
Oh no! My legs were wide open, my private parts completely exposed, and he had gotten right on me.
I quickly reached for toilet paper, but as luck would have it, my brother, after ejaculating, also reached for it.
Our was too late to pull away. He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand towards his genitals
.
I looked up and saw that my brother was still unconscious, so I didn't dare to struggle and simply let my hand go limp.
He was using my hand as toilet paper, rubbing the back of my hand and palm against his penis.
Although it was limp, his penis was still at least four inches long, and I could still
feel its warmth.
After wiping for a while, he finally let go of my hand, pulled the flush button, and then put his pants back on and left.
Although several places on my body were stained with my brother's semen, I was already terrified and dared not
linger in the bathroom. So I hurriedly put my pants back on and left, carefully wiping
the semen off my body only when I returned to the bedroom.
When I was about to wipe myself, I realized that I had forgotten to put my underwear back on in my haste and had only worn my pajama bottoms when I ran back to
the bedroom . So after I dried myself off, I went back to the bathroom to retrieve my underwear.
When I got to the bathroom door, I saw that the wooden door was ajar and the light was still on. I was thinking: I must have forgotten to turn off the light
. As I was thinking this, I pushed the door open, only to find my brother inside,
sniffing my underwear.
I thought he was sleepwalking again, but when he turned his head, I saw that his eyes were open, and there was an eerie
light in them... He was clearly awake.
Our eyes met. I wanted to take my underwear back, but I was afraid it would cause even more embarrassment. I thought, maybe I should just
pretend nothing happened.
I wanted to turn around and leave, but as soon as I turned around, my brother grabbed me from behind and hugged me around the waist. One of his hands
slipped under the hem of my pajamas and began to knead my breasts through my bra.
"Brother... what are you doing..." I felt something was wrong, but to avoid waking my parents, I
tried to keep my voice down.
"It's nothing... I accidentally got your genitals dirty, so I wanted to clean them up for you, otherwise you might get
pregnant..." he said, while slipping his other hand inside my pants and
rubbing my genitals with the crumpled panties in his hand.
Isn't it said that sleepwalkers don't remember what they did while sleepwalking? How did
my brother know he had ejaculated inside me?
But I didn't have time to think about that anymore, because my brother was gently rubbing
my vaginal opening with my soft silk panties, making me feel itchy, and my nipples were
hardening .
However, his words had brought me back to my senses... Right, these are my fertile period; if I don't
thoroughly clean the semen from my genitals, there's still a chance of pregnancy.
I couldn't care less about my brother's advances; I just wanted to break free from his harassment and rush to the bathroom to shower, but
I didn't succeed. I had no choice but to verbally warn him that if he didn't let go, I would scream.
My brother pulled his hand out of my pajama bottoms, and I thought he was going to let me go. Little did I know, he was
going to shove the underwear he was holding into my mouth to silence me. His hands immediately
gripped my wrists tightly, making it impossible for me to move or remove the underwear from my mouth.
Then, my brother dragged me from the bathroom doorway out of the living room and headed towards his bedroom.
I knew this was no joke. I struggled even harder, but the more I struggled, the tighter my brother held me
. As my buttocks pressed against his lower body, I could feel his penis harden again,
which startled me.
His penis, which had just been limp a few minutes ago, was now erect again, and
I had finally been pushed onto his bed. Wasn't this extremely dangerous?
My brother held me down on the bed, continuing to grip my wrists tightly with one hand while using the other to
grab my waistband and try to pull down my pajama bottoms. I kicked wildly, managing to stop him from
pulling them down, but in the chaos, my pants tore, and I immediately felt a chill on my thighs.
My brother seized the opportunity to tear a strip of cloth from my pants and tied my wrists to a wooden post at the head of the bed, giving
him two hands to deal with my lower body.
Thinking of his erect penis, five inches long and one inch thick, I became even more anxious, tears
streaming down my face. I begged my brother to let me go, but he was unmoved. Instead, he pulled down my pajama bottoms
and spread my legs. I shook my head violently, but in the end, my brother still inserted his penis into my vagina.
"Little sister, your little hands were making my penis hurt a lot just now, so you have to help me take care of it.
But I'll go slowly, I promise I won't hurt you..."
Although my brother's penetration was slow, because his penis... especially his glans... was
so big, I still felt waves of tearing pain in my lower body. And when he thrust in and out, I
almost fainted from the pain.
I don't know how much time passed, but my brother reached orgasm again, but this time his penis
ejaculated , forcing me to receive all of his sperm.
To make myself accept this unacceptable cruel fact, I comforted myself by saying: my brother must have
acted impulsively and couldn't control himself, which is why he did such a shameless thing to me.
After he vented, I saw him get up, and his upper body came to my chest. I thought he was going to untie
the ropes binding me. But he wasn't satisfied yet. He unbuttoned the front of my nightgown, pulled up my bra,
played with my breasts with his hands, and kissed my neck and cheeks.
Although my thighs were throbbing and numb, my brother's violation of my upper body gave me waves of pleasure.
How wonderful it would be if this person caressing my body were the man I loved. Unfortunately
, this man was a beast. His caresses and passionate kisses didn't stem from pure love
between , but rather from satisfying his own lust.
What shamed me was that my body involuntarily excited me with this greedy and lewd teasing
. I hated how vulnerable my teenage body was.
After satisfying his lust, my brother's lower body returned to its previous state, ravaging me once more. This time, he
wasn't as gentle. He thrust his penis deep inside me,
pumping . The already aching areas were further irritated by the relentless friction of his penis, causing me to finally faint from the pain.
When I awoke, I had already been carried back to my bed. I felt excruciating pain in my lower body. Although
the semen that had filled my vagina was flowing back out, making my inner thighs cold and wet, I still had to rest
for a while before could barely get out of bed to take a shower.
I scrubbed my whole body vigorously, especially my genitals. I rubbed them thoroughly with a sponge, and ignoring
the pain, I spread my swollen labia wide open so that the powerful jet of water from the showerhead could flush
out .
Of course, I also cried, and I wondered how to face this unfortunate situation. Should I tell my parents?
Should I call the police? Would they believe me? What would they think of me? Would they say anything hurtful to me
?
"You shameless girl! If you're going to do something like that, go somewhere else! How could you do it
at ? What a tragedy!"
"You say your brother raped you? What were the details? How much of his penis went in?
Did it hurt?
Were you a virgin before this? Had you had sex with other boys before…?"
"According to your brother's testimony, you weren't wearing underwear at the time, and you left it on the clothes rack in the bathroom
to lure him…"
Forgetting the past is easier than facing the future, so why not just pretend nothing happened, treat it like a
nightmare ?
Who knew that this attempt to appease the situation would lead to even more serious consequences?
A few days later, my brother, thinking I was afraid of trouble, became emboldened and tried to
rape me again while our parents were out. That morning, my parents had to go to their early shift and left home early. Later, I got out of bed to go to school.
I had changed into my school uniform, even putting on my socks, and was about to put on my shoes when my brother suddenly came out of his bedroom.
He grabbed my arm, trying to drag me into his bedroom.
I knew what he wanted to do. I felt he shouldn't do that to me again. I wanted to refuse, but
I didn't have the courage. In the end, I just weakly pleaded with a pathetic excuse: "Brother...no...I
...I have to go to school today...I'll be late..."
"Then don't come into the room. I'll just have sex with you on the floor! But you have to cooperate. Don't
pull or tug at me, or I'll tear your school uniform, and you won't be able to go to school."
I didn't know how to resist, or rather, I didn't even know if I should resist.
In the end, half-heartedly, I was pushed to the floor of the living room. My brother lifted my school uniform skirt and panty, then
pulled down my underwear, and then raped me again.
His movements were quick and rough. Although this wasn't the first time, it still made me feel like I was dying. I
was already in so much pain that tears were streaming down my face, but I was forced to bite my lower lip, afraid to utter a sound. The door was half open, and
people were constantly passing by in the hallway outside. I was afraid of disturbing the neighbors and letting them know about this shameful
affair in my house.
My brother thrust for more than ten minutes before reaching climax, and he ejaculated inside me again, just like last time. But
this time, I didn't have time to wash myself. After hurriedly putting my underwear back on, I put on my shoes and ran out of the house.
The crowds of students had already dispersed. I ran back to school, wiping away my tears, but my upper thighs were still
throbbing, and I couldn't run very fast. Luckily, the school was not far from my building, so I was only
ten . Although I received a demerit, my classmates and teachers didn't notice anything unusual.
However, I couldn't concentrate in class all morning because the semen had flowed back out of my body,
soaking the front of my underwear. A sticky, cold liquid soaked my genitals, making me feel extremely uncomfortable.
Later, I could vaguely smell the fishy stench of semen coming from my genitals…
From that day on, whenever it was just my brother and me at home, he would indulge his lust on me,
sometimes on his bed, sometimes on my bed, sometimes on the sofa bed in the living room… Every time, I
begged him to stop doing this to me, but he shamelessly said that one act of filth is still filth, and
since had already given in to him, it wouldn't matter if he did it again. He even advised me to take the opportunity to enjoy
the pleasure of male-female intercourse.
Although I did have some physical arousal, could I really enjoy this experience that felt like being raped
?
Finally, last week, I felt something was wrong with my body, especially since my period hadn't come for several months
, and I suddenly had a bad feeling.
I went to the doctor for a checkup, and the worst thing really happened to me: I was pregnant with my brother's child.
I told my brother about it, and he was at a loss, saying he needed to think about it carefully for a night. I thought he would
give me a solution the next day, but instead he disappeared, leaving me to face the situation alone.
Although I was panicked, I still didn't dare tell my parents. Later, about a week later, I
found out about a clinic that did black market abortions. I used my savings of many years to have the procedure done, only to find out that the
clinic had been under police surveillance for some time.
The day I stepped into the clinic, the police rushed in, and everyone, including myself and
several pregnant women waiting for their procedures, were taken to the police station for "assistance with the investigation."
When it was my turn to be questioned, I lied to them and said I was just going to see a doctor. I thought that since I was so young,
they wouldn't suspect that I was there for an abortion. But when they saw my slightly protruding belly, they knew
I was pregnant.
It turned out that the police had seen many girls my age getting abortions; they had all gotten pregnant because of
promiscuous relationships . Initially, they thought I was just like other girls, nothing out of the ordinary.
It was only because I was under sixteen that the police wanted to investigate who had fathered the child.
Although the pregnancy could no longer be hidden, I tried my best to avoid my brother going to jail,
so I made up this story: About five months ago, one evening
after encountered a pervert. He held a knife to my neck, forced me to a corner of the stairs, and then
raped me. Because of fear and shame, I neither called the police nor told anyone else, and
unexpectedly I became pregnant with his child… After hearing my story, they felt something was amiss and
immediately sent people to investigate.
Even if the rape was fabricated, several months had passed;
what could they possibly find out? But most importantly, the hospital performed an abortion, which was certainly much safer than a black market procedure
.
My parents were already deeply worried about my brother's disappearance, and now hearing that I'd been violated by a pervert
and become pregnant was another blow to them.
If they knew the person who got me pregnant was their precious son, I bet they'd
go crazy.
After the abortion, I'd have to stay in the hospital for several days before I could go home.
I thought that would be the end of it all, and I could finally return to a normal life. But I had to endure
a lot of gossip, all because of my carelessness and not thinking things through
when I made up the story. Apparently, the police conducted a thorough investigation of my building, which
naturally alerted my neighbors. Although the police are supposed to keep the victim's identity confidential, somehow
the victim's identity was leaked.
If I had known this would happen, I would have just randomly pointed to a hill for the police to investigate, and then I could have some peace and quiet.
"Hey, I heard that Mrs. Zhang from the thirteenth floor had her daughter raped by a pervert a few months ago
!"
"Yeah, it was that well-behaved girl who lived across from me. She was pretty and polite, and she
always greeted us when we passed by. It's a pity she was only a teenager when she was raped by a pervert. How will she ever get married in the future
..."
"Those unscrupulous perverts only prey on these kind of well-behaved young girls. As they say, teenagers are so fragile. I
think you should be careful with your little girls."
"I haven't seen her last week. I heard she stayed in the hospital for several days. I wonder why?"
"Could it be that she caught an STD from a pervert? I heard some perverts get so sick that even prostitutes won't
do business with them, so they seek out respectable women to satisfy their lust..."
"It's not an STD, she got pregnant from rape! Two weeks ago, I noticed her waistline had gotten thicker
, and her belly was quite large. I found it strange then, how could she suddenly gain so much weight...
Turns out, she got pregnant by a pervert..."
"How could such a thing happen? It can't be true, right? I saw her yesterday, and she looked
very slim."
"It's because she stayed in the hospital for several days last week and had the baby removed that she got back to her previous figure.
But her belly is bound to be a bit loose, that's unavoidable..."
"Hmm, you seem to have quite a bit of experience."
"Pah, ptooey, ptooey! Spit it out and say it again! I've never gotten pregnant by a pervert! I'm
perfectly innocent ..."
"You don't need to be so nervous. I meant you have a lot of experience with pregnancy."
"You need to be clearer. I've had three daughters already. If I don't have experience, who does? But I
really have no experience with abortions. Hey, she had an abortion at such a young age, I wonder if she'll be able to have children in the future?"
"Maybe she will, but whether a man will want her is hard to say!"
...I've heard my neighbors gossiping behind my back more than once. Every time, I think to myself: the worst ones
aren't you gossipy women. Let's see when your daughters get raped by a pervert, then we'll see if
you still have the mood to gossip about other people's private affairs.

If this is true, that woman is so pitiful!
Is her brother even human? I wonder if the novelist is a woman...hehe. Well written from a female perspective, very realistic. Women don't experience pleasure when raped. No fabrication. Support the author, the article is fantastic! Very well written! Keep it up! Great article, hope to see more! So pitiful! Those rapists who go to jail are the most despicable people. Is he even her real brother? Poor sister, I support the author, well written. Indeed thrilling, truly exhilarating. Poor sister. This brother is very cunning, pretending to be sleepwalking to avert his sister's suspicions. This takes a long time, and then when they meet in the bathroom, she won't suspect anything.
Ideally, he should also pretend to be sleepwalking during the rape so he won't bear any responsibility.
Seems rather evil, haha. That kind of person is simply scum. Getting his sister pregnant and then disappearing—is he even a man?
I hate gossipy people! Doesn't he think about whether he'd still be in the mood to say such things if his own daughter were in such a situation?

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