[A True Story Filled with Blood and Tears] (Complete) Author: yanhuo6858

A True Story of Blood and Tears

Author: yanhuo6858
Words: 3761
Published: 2009/08/10 on: Sex Bar

Although three years have passed, even now, thinking back on that blood-and-tears past still
brings an indescribable bitterness to my chest. Yes, three years have passed, and I haven't been able to find an outlet for my emotions. So today
, I'll write it here. Don't question it, don't bother me; this is my story. It may not be well-written, but it's
my true feeling.

Three years ago, I was a senior in high school, a humanities student, and I was considered one of the top students in my class.
But three years ago, in the spring, something happened that changed my destiny. Please listen to my story.

I was born into a scholarly family, a large and very traditional one. In my memory, visiting elders
during festivals required kneeling and bowing. My parents both graduated from Nankai University with degrees in engineering,
and they traveled all over the country with me. When it was time for me to start school, we settled in Shenyang. I'm the eldest son, but I have an older sister who's three years older
than me .

I also have a younger brother, but he's lived with our grandfather since childhood, so we're not very close; it seems
even have grown distant over time. My sister, on the other hand, because our parents were often away running their business
, took great care of me from a young age, and our bond grew stronger over time. We were inseparable, sharing everything. I even knew about her first period before
my mother

, let's get to the point.

It was probably the winter of her junior year in college when she met a man—let's call him Jun—
a somewhat well-known figure in the underworld (he once helped me and my classmate escape after we were robbed at an arcade). They gradually
fell in love. I began to endure my sister's half-hour nagging every night when she came home, telling me how loyal and
manly Jun was. I didn't agree, but I didn't argue; as long as my sister was happy.

Not long after, my sister gave him her virginity. And she vowed that she would marry him
. My heart skipped a beat; I sensed something was wrong. I secretly asked a friend to monitor Jun's movements. Soon, I
learned of his "heroic deeds" of philandering. But after several discussions with my sister, she consistently defended Jun.
Speechless, afraid of hurting our relationship, I didn't pursue the matter further.

The following winter, whether he grew tired of my sister's body or something else, he abandoned her. This
happened exactly one month after my sister's abortion. Afterwards, my sister cried every day. One morning before the New Year,
at a friend's birthday party, after a hearty meal and drinks, someone mentioned my sister and asked me what had happened. I gave a
rough , and immediately everyone became agitated, determined to avenge my sister. Perhaps fueled by alcohol, within a minute, they devised
an attack plan to take Jun's leg.

That evening at 6 PM, they gathered 200 meters from Jun's residence. Just as they were about to act, a
Bora . The door opened, and my sister and cousin arrived. Someone had leaked the information. My sister found out and insisted
I not go. Seeing her tears streaming down her face, saying things like, "If you go, I'll die..." I had no choice but to stop there.

Afterwards, I went with my cousin to a dog meat restaurant. We drank and made a ruckus until 10 pm. Most of us were passed out.
Finally, a friend took my sister and me home, while my cousin took the others home.

Back home, my sister started acting crazy again, insisting on drinking more. I had to ask the supermarket to deliver a dozen bottles (12 bottles) of BC.
After drinking less than two bottles, I passed out. In my hazy state, the pain intensified. When I opened my eyes, I looked at the clock—4:30 am.

I found myself lying on my side on the sofa, my lower abdomen aching. I went to the bathroom and passed by my sister's room, where I was
shocked . Clothes, underwear... were scattered everywhere. My sister was lying naked on the bed, covered only by a pillowcase. I immediately
realized my friend had raped her while she was drunk. I frantically searched the other rooms, but my friend was nowhere to be found. I tried calling,
but his phone was off. So I decided to wake my sister and find out what happened. If it was true, I planned to kill him.

I covered my sister with the blanket and gently shook her awake, only to hear the unexpected answer: "It was consensual. I
made him have sex with me." My head throbbed with pain... I slapped her across the face and yelled, "
Are you crazy? You're not my sister!"

She froze, then said, "What I do is my business, it's none of your concern. I
can sleep with whoever I want. You slept with Can Can (my girlfriend) too, and you're still bothering me?"

Enraged, I pushed her away and walked out, saying, "Well, I didn't just sleep with anyone. Fine,
you wait. When Mom gets back, I'll tell her. You can explain yourself

then." I slammed her door shut and went back to my room. Then I heard her wailing inside
. My heart softened with her cries, but my pride prevented me from apologizing. About ten
minutes later, the crying stopped, and I calmed down. I wanted to go see my sister and say something, but when I opened
the door, she was standing there in her bathrobe. I pulled her in and said, "Sis, can't we stop ruining ourselves? You're doing fine. He doesn't want
you anymore, but you still have your brother. Please don't do this."

My sister didn't say a word, just stared at me, making me feel uneasy. I said, "Sis, don't scare me,
say something..." Before I could finish, my sister suddenly pounced on me and kissed me passionately. I was stunned and forgot to push her away
until she pushed me down onto the bed. I pushed her away immediately, stood up, and said, "Sis, what are you doing?"

My sister said, "I want you to sleep with me, or I'll go find someone else to sleep with me right now." (These are her exact words,
not a single one different. I'll remember those words for the rest of my life.)

Then my sister quickly took off her bathrobe, revealing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath, and hugged me tightly. I don't know
if it was genuine desire or something I could excuse by being drunk. Anyway, we had sex. It was quick,
maybe only a few minutes. It was my first time with my sister, but in my memory, it was very chaotic. Anyway,
it ended very quickly. Afterwards, my sister cried in my arms, whispering things like, "If you don't want me anymore,
I'll die..." Slowly, I fell asleep.

Around 10 a.m., I woke up. My sister wasn't beside me. Recalling everything that happened that morning, I was
in unbearable pain , even contemplating suicide. Just as I didn't know how to blame myself, my sister came in,
wearing only her underwear. She sat on the edge of my bed and asked me what was wrong. I said, "I deserve to die." My sister said, "Don't think too much about it.
You're my brother, always will be." I said, "I know, sister, please don't do this again, okay?"

Upon hearing this, my sister said, "Then reject me." Then she actually knelt down and gave me oral sex. This was something I had never experienced before.
The intense stimulation of what I had experienced made me forget everything. I frantically pushed my sister down, pulled down her panties, and,
if the blurriness of the early morning was due to alcohol, this was a perverse frenzy. I thrust wildly, and my sister
, while arching her hips to meet my movements, raised her head and kissed my lips, her tongue entering my mouth.

"I'm so fucking good, it feels so good! Harder, fuck me harder, you know? I'm your sister, your own sister,
and you're fucking your own sister right now..." My sister kept stimulating me with these words, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I
thrust hard, each time feeling like I was penetrating her womb. With waves of indescribable pleasure, I ejaculated
streams of hot semen into my sister's body. After the excitement subsided, I remained pressed against my sister
's voluptuous body, not withdrawing my penis, letting it remain inside her. At this moment, I knew I had succumbed, and
I had no more excuses for what happened in the early morning. I was enjoying this sinful temptation.

In the days that followed, we even bathed each other. Traces of our lovemaking
were left . We also read many articles criticizing and condemning incest. But we
couldn't stop. We knew it was wrong, but we couldn't break free.

We were both psychologically disturbed; the more consciously we felt the other was our sister or our brother, the more
excited we became, feeling different from others. Our greatest satisfaction was watching our genitals rub
back and forth until ejaculation, calling out "Sister...Sister...

" as we did so. This went on for about three months. Then Hui appeared. She was so pure, like a
princess , like a dream. I knew then, I had fallen in love with her. I originally thought this was
the best way for my sister and me to get out of this mess, but who knew that telling my sister would lead to disaster...

On my birthday, I made plans with Hui to go to Dalian to celebrate my birthday at Discovery Kingdom, but
at the train station, all I got was a slap from Hui... I was confused. In the following week, I
relentlessly pursued her and finally found out why Hui left. It turned out that my sister had secretly filmed me having sex with her and
shown it to Hui on her phone—just half an hour before Hui was waiting for me at the train station...

I was completely enraged, and my long-accumulated perverted psychology exploded. To this day, I still don't know
why had such crazy thoughts. I went to a sex shop and bought some small blue pills from the United States. I
took two pills at once (normally you only need to take one). When I got home, I pushed my sister down while she was cooking, frantically stripped off her
clothes, dragged her to the living room, and started having sex on the living room carpet.

Stimulated by the pills, my thick, hard penis powerfully thrust in and out of my sister's vagina. I could even clearly
see myself [penis thrusting in and out, milky white, glistening vaginal fluid flowing from my sister's vagina, already running
down her perineum to her buttocks]... She seemed to be enjoying it, so I bent down and bit my sister's hardened
nipples , sucking and teasing them...

I don't know how long we did it, I think at least half an hour, my sister climaxed, I could feel her
obvious spasms, so I turned her over, she was still immersed in the relaxation of her climax, I
rubbed my penis between my sister's labia and anus, my sister obediently raised her waist, but my evil thoughts erupted,
I forcefully thrust into my sister's anus, my sister was completely unprepared, and this was something that had never happened before, I heard
my sister's heart-wrenching scream, I was blinded by anger and desire, I held my sister down hard, and then thrust
desperately .

My sister struggled a few times, but was overpowered by my weight. She stopped struggling, but her cries and
sobs continued. I heard her plead, "Please, stop! It hurts! Little brother, I'm
your sister! Let me go!"... So many things, so many things, but I... I continued thrusting, this process
probably lasted about 15 minutes, and then I ejaculated. I sat on the sofa next to her, watching her. She continued crying
but didn't move. I saw my semen flowing from her anus, but it wasn't the usual milky white;
it was bright red...

I was terrified. Later, my sister went to the hospital. The diagnosis: anal mucosal prolapse, mild anal fissure, and
varicose veins in the anal plexus forming two venous clusters. The doctor said it was chronic, incurable, and would
last a lifetime... Even worse, this doctor turned out to be my mother's elementary school classmate. Later, my mother found out.

Three days later, my parents returned. Faced with their questions, my sister chose to protect me, remaining silent. As a result,
she was abandoned by the entire extended family and went south alone (dropping out of university). Until the beginning of this year, my mother, feeling sorry for
her daughter , secretly sent her some money. Now my sister is studying in England…

As for me, I've been living in constant fear ever since. I failed my college entrance exam and am studying at a third-tier university in the north, utterly disgracing my
parents … Thinking back now, it's truly a story of blood and tears. Now, in university, many girls pursue me,
but I never dare to accept them because I feel unworthy. Yet, driven by physical needs, I frequent various brothels. Today, I stumbled
upon this sex bar, and in my moments of decadence, I'll recount my past. If you, the reader, don't believe me, just consider it my original fabrication
; don't take it too seriously…

To those who do believe me, I can only say that I was wrong, wrong for not understanding family ties. May I never be born as a human again. As for my sister,
I don't know when I'll see her again. I miss her terribly, not out of lust, but because I miss that kind sister who sang to me
and lulled me to sleep on summer days…

The End

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