The Birth of an Incestuous Family (Part 1)

Ah, when should I begin? This chaotic family, this decadent family, this

family destined to be intolerable to the world. It was all destined; that very thing, that

true evil, was in the blood of this family. It was only a matter of time before this family reached this point.

From a very young age, I knew my family was different from others. Our black hair and

eyes , the details of our faces, all clearly indicated our uniqueness. However, at that time, I didn't realize that

these outward differences couldn't compare to the vast differences within.

My family were Chinese immigrants. My parents were originally Chinese, later made their fortune in France, and then immigrated to

the United States. Our social circle was small; we didn't have many friends we saw regularly, nor many

relatives who visited us frequently. When I was very young, I always thought it was because we were Chinese, and therefore hated

racial discrimination under the banner of American freedom. Looking back now, I was so naive.

All this chaos fell upon me, starting when I was eleven. One day, my older sister,

two years and just starting middle school, excitedly rushed into my room, demanding to see my penis. At that moment, I

felt waves of shame, but I didn't refuse, because at home, my sister always bossed me around, and I was

somewhat afraid of her.

Then, my sister, her eyes shining with excitement, started playing with my penis, and naturally, I

got an erection.

Before that, when I occasionally thought about very simple, basic erotic things—back then, I

mostly thought about simple things like kissing and hugging—my penis had also gotten hard, but I

didn't understand what it meant, only that it was a bad thing, and I didn't dare tell my parents.

Then, my sister looked at my small, soft thing that had grown into a big, hard one, and showed a very happy expression.

"This is penis..."

Because my family is immigrants, we often use English, but my parents require

us to speak Chinese at home, though we still often insert English into our Chinese.

"Penis," that was probably the first time I'd heard that word, and I immediately understood its meaning.

Then, my sister, interested, shook it a few times from side to side to confirm its erection, and slowly,

very slowly moved her lips to my penis.

At that moment, I just stared blankly, watching my sister's face slowly descend between my legs, and then

I felt my little thing, which I usually used to pee on, being gently licked.

Yeah, just a lick, and I ejaculated.

A

very strange feeling.

Especially when I saw the white liquid sticking to my sister's stunned face, a strong

excitement began to boil within me.

Then, there was guilt.

I wet the bed, no, I peed on my sister's face.

I waited for the scolding that was about to come, but there wasn't. After a moment of surprise, my sister muttered softly,

"How come so fast..." and then did something I never expected.

She carefully scraped the white stuff I ejaculated from her face into her mouth and tasted it very carefully.

"It doesn't taste good..." She frowned, looking troubled. Then, as if to confirm something,

she lifted my limp penis, examined it closely, and then took it entirely into her mouth.

Her tongue roamed over my penis, carefully licking away the white liquid clinging to it. Then,

my sister sat up, smacked her lips, and said seriously, "It doesn't taste good!"

And then, miraculously, I got hard again.

Noticing my change, my sister began to examine that thing again. This time, after playing with it a few times with her fingers

, she carefully grasped it and began to move it up and down.

The intense pleasure stimulated me so much that I couldn't even speak. I just had a strong urge

to pounce on my sister, to pin her down, to insert that thing into her mouth, and to ejaculate

that !

But I didn't do that, because before I could, I ejaculated again.

This time, the white stuff got all over my sister's hand, and some even sprayed onto her clothes, but she didn't

notice. She just stared at the sticky stuff on her hand, opening and closing her fingers slightly. She seemed to have given up on eating it

, but after a moment's thought, she carefully licked it off.

Then it began. A new task appeared in my life. Almost every day, my sister would find an opportunity

to barge into my room, pull down my pants, and start playing with my penis.

I didn't know if this was right or wrong, or if I should refuse. The pleasure of each ejaculation captivated me,

so although I always looked reluctant when my sister came, I was secretly happy, even somewhat looking forward to it.

This went on for a year.

What brought about the next change was my discovery: my sister started secretly getting up at night and going to

my parents ' door. Since my room was between theirs, every day I could hear my sister

carefully opening and closing her door on the right and tiptoeing past my door to the left.

Our house has four bedrooms, all on the second floor, right next to each other .

One question that puzzled me as a child but never got an explanation for was why my sister and I had our bedroom on the right, and my parents' bedroom on the left, leaving

an empty room in between.

This question was soon answered.

Because of this curiosity, I started spying on my sister's nighttime activities. I saw that after leaving her room, she didn't

go to my parents' room, but carefully and secretly opened the door to the empty

"guest room" between my room and my parents' room—oh, the guest room, even though we never had any guests, that's what my parents called that room.

This huge question spurred me to action. The next day, after my sister went into the guest room, I quietly

went over , opened the door, and peeked inside.

I saw my sister in the darkness, pressed against the wall, peeking into my parents' room through a small hole. Her

body was gently twisting, and her left hand was rhythmically swaying inside her pajama bottoms.

I didn't make a sound, continuing to cautiously approach. I needed to catch her red-handed so she wouldn't

deny it . Then I noticed rhythmic sounds coming from next door; it sounded like a woman calling.

Then, when I grabbed my sister's left hand with one hand and covered her mouth with the other, she

struggled a few times in obvious fear, only stopping when she realized it was me.

"Don't make a sound..." she nodded obediently. I had never seen her so obedient before, which gave me

a strange impulse for a moment.

"What are you doing?" I asked, letting go of her hand, and then my sister grabbed my arm.

"How dare you scare me!" she threatened in a low voice, but seeing her terrified expression and

obedient nodding, I wasn't scared by her this time.

"Tell me! Otherwise, I'll tell Mom and Dad you were peeping!"

My sister was clearly startled, and I immediately added fuel to the fire: "And about you playing with my little penis every day!"

My sister pulled her hand away in annoyance, moved aside, and said, "See for yourself!"

I peeked through the crack in the wall. In the next room, Mom and Dad were doing something on the bed. Mom was kneeling

on the bed,

and Dad was on top of her, thrusting his big penis between her legs. With each thrust, Mom made "Ah, ah, ah" sounds.

The sounds became clearer. They hadn't changed much, but after seeing this,

the sounds that had been echoing in the room suddenly seemed clearer. So tempting, so cute.

I got hard again.

Seemingly noticing my change, my sister grabbed my penis tightly and began their daily routine.

After a year of practice, I could last half an hour under my sister's ministrations, but that day

I ejaculated in just a few minutes.

After ejaculating, I lay weakly on the bed, while my sister immediately took her place, licking

her right hand while doing something with her left hand inside her pajama bottoms.

Suddenly, I desperately wanted to see what was inside her pants. I stood up, walked behind her, and

roughly pulled down her pajama bottoms. Then I saw—her underwear.

Startled, my sister turned and glared at me, yelling, "Stop messing around!" She looked back at the other side,

but after a few glances, she gently turned back and asked, "Want to see?"

"Yes!" I still remember how resolute my answer was.

Then, my sister naturally took off her pajama bottoms and underwear, exposing her genitals

to .

White, pink—I didn't know what adjective to use to describe it, so

I could only describe its color.

There were a few hairs on it, very few, making me almost want to pluck them out.

Then my sister said, "Come on, rub it for me!" and then opened her legs.

I was so excited I couldn't contain myself. What I'd just witnessed next door had given me a huge thrill. I was eager to know

what was inside a woman's genitals and what had happened.

Then, I placed my hand between my sister's legs and looked closely. I finally understood. I knew

women didn't have penises, but I'd never known they had three holes down there. My genius-level understanding

immediately made it clear: the top one was for urination, the bottom one for defecation, and the middle one was

for penetration.

I gently rubbed her genitals with my fingers, carefully observing

how such a small hole could accommodate my penis. What would it feel like to insert it?

The sounds from next door grew more intense. I heard my mother let out a high-pitched cry and couldn't resist moving

closer to my sister to see. Our faces were pressed tightly together. I saw my mother was completely prone on the bed,

her buttocks raised high, a pleasurable tremor running from her waist to her thighs. She was murmuring

, "Ah, brother, brother...so amazing..."

My penis was grabbed again. I looked at my sister; her eyes shone eerily in the darkness. She was stroking

my penis, panting, when suddenly she pushed me down, straddled my face, and commanded, "Lick it!"

We hugged each other tightly. I felt my sister sucking my penis, and I naturally licked her

vulva , my fingers roaming around it tirelessly. I had an urge to make her tremble,

to make her tremble in a way that was intoxicating.

The moans from next door resumed after a few seconds, and over here, I heard

what sounded like the same from my sister's throat. So tempting!

I increased the frequency of my licking and discovered a small clitoris. Every time I licked it, the little opening

would contract slightly. I rhythmically attacked the opening, and soon, a pleasurable tremor appeared,

though very faint. With a suppressed "humph" from my sister

, her opening closed tightly, twitching a few times. I could feel her thighs tremble,

and then a stream of fluid sprayed onto my face.

I instinctively knew it wasn't urine; it was something like the white fluid I ejaculated, representing pleasure

.

After that, my routine expanded. My sister would still barge into my room, but it was no longer a one-sided

affair. I also gained the opportunity to attack her. We started an almost unconscious competition, seeing who could

make the other ejaculate first. I gradually became less afraid of my sister and actually enjoyed taking

the initiative during these games.

It was around this time that I began to research these things, trying to understand what they were. I learned that the white fluid I

ejaculated was semen, that my parents' actions were called love, and that our actions were called oral sex.

I began to crave something more.

This is natural; the more you know, the more you want.

But my sister seemed hesitant about something. Every time I made a move to penetrate her, she would vehemently

refuse and threaten never to perform oral sex on me again.

This resulted in us remaining in this exciting yet monotonous routine for another year.

But it's okay, the next change came soon.

I went to junior high school, started attending classes, and met many classmates. Although they often

pointed , they could only cower and shrink back in the face of my fists. I also earned

the nickname "Bruce" at school.

Actually, I wanted to tell them they could call me "Little Dragon," but obviously, these guys wouldn't understand what

that meant.

There are enemies, but there are also friends. I got along well with a few Black and Hispanic guys in my class,

and we started talking about "men's topics." Of course, I wasn't stupid enough to reveal my affair with my sister,

but I had done some research on this subject before, and I always spoke fluently about it, which they considered an expert.

Well, the turning point came with the appearance of an even more expert.

American law is very strict, so although I had tried my best to investigate, my

understanding mainly came from some formal books. I had no way of accessing the more obscure stuff—but

someone did!

It was a Black guy, from a wealthy family, who was always a slacker, liked to flirt with girls,

and always swore about "asshole" and "fuck." He wasn't in my class, but he heard I was good

at this and came to ask me for advice. In the end, I was completely defeated.

Although I was very knowledgeable in theory, I didn't have a single personal item. And this expert who wanted to exchange

collections after learning that I was a giant in theory but a dwarf in practice, very generously copied

a large batch of pornographic films for me.

Looking back now, I realize that in terms of action, I was actually ahead of that "

expert" who had watched countless pornographic films but didn't even know what a real woman tasted like. But that's not important. What's important

is that my horizons broadened.

When you can't do something, you feel it's difficult, but when you're determined to do something,

it can be solved very easily—I say this because after watching porn, my

ambition began to swell. I started looking for more porn. The "expert" couldn't satisfy me anymore. I started

searching online, and quickly, I found it.

Yes, no matter how difficult, there's always a way to find it, and once you find the first one, you can't stop finding

the second.

My understanding of porn inspired my sister. After that, we often played porn in the room and performed oral sex on each other. But

every time we did that, all I could think about was how to fill this little hole in front of me… oh, and

the other one too, using the thing I'm currently sticking in her mouth to fill both holes.

I started testing her more frequently, and my sister's defenses became increasingly weak. I felt that

all it took was a trigger for everything to happen naturally.

Ah, and then, the opportunity arose.

One day, my parents weren't home. My sister and I were in my room, playing porn and giving each other oral sex. Suddenly, we

heard the door open. We jumped up in terror, turned off the porn, and tried to get dressed. But Mom seemed to want to

see me and came straight to my room. My sister's clothes were complicated, and she couldn't put them on right away, so I

grabbed her clothes and stuffed her and the other under the computer desk.

Mom was standing right next to me. If she just looked down, she could see that I wasn't online;

under my keyboard, my sister was hiding naked. She would immediately understand what we were doing and

explode.

But she didn't notice my sister was under my desk,

between my legs, until she finished telling me about school.

This should have been incredibly terrifying, but strangely, my sister and I

found . So we started secretly doing it when our parents were home,

sneaking into the bathroom together when we went out, and later, my sister even reinforced my keyboard by putting up posters next to it, then

hid under my desk to give me oral sex, specifically choosing times when our parents would come in.

This was exciting, but it also bothered me a lot. Then one time, my mom sat next to me watching me

play video games, and she was making very inappropriate noises, which terrified me for a whole hour. I finally couldn't

take it anymore.

"Sis, can't you tone it down a bit? If we get caught, I'll be the one who suffers!"

Of course, men are never in the right in these situations. If our parents found out, my sister might get a scolding,

but I'd probably get slaps and a stick.

"Tch! Taking advantage and still acting innocent!" my sister complained, very annoyed, and then started listing my faults.

Because of the changes in the past two years, I no longer feared her, so at this moment,

I was in a bad mood and a little angry—actually, I didn't know if it was anger or just an excuse,

because after my sister went to the windowsill to confirm that Mom had left, I immediately pushed her onto the bed.

"What advantage did I take? You flattered me for a year, drinking my nutritional supplements every day, do you know

you drained me dry?" I said, pressing down on my sister, sounding fierce but actually weak.

Perhaps she saw right through my thoughts. My sister didn't answer, just looked into my eyes, panting

, and said, "No!"

"Why!"

"No means no!"

"I'm going to do it today!" Actually, it was just something said in anger, but after saying it, my

sister lost her tiger-like demeanor, turning her head away and no longer arguing.

Thinking about it now, my sister was probably just reserved all along, only saying it. How much she really

wanted to be penetrated was probably beyond my imagination.

I started to take off my sister's clothes. She neither refused nor agreed. It wasn't the first time we'd

undressed each other, so I skillfully exposed her body completely.

Then I got up, quickly took off my own clothes, spread my sister's legs, and was about to thrust in.

"No!" My sister suddenly struggled violently. Actually, it was

more like a violent posture than a real struggle. I was a little confused, not knowing what she wanted.

"It... will hurt..."

Then, that day I realized that what had been standing between my sister and me was such a simple and

pointless reason.

You ask me? Did I stop?

Nonsense!

Of course I stopped! I started using my mouth!

"It's okay, as long as there's enough water, it won't hurt much, I've read about it in books!"

My sister stopped struggling and asked, "Really?"

Although my relationship with my sister had gradually reversed over the years, at this moment, I suddenly had a

strange feeling that I was stronger than my sister!

There was no reason for it; it just suddenly occurred to me.

I didn't answer my sister, but instead began to caress and kiss her passionately,

teasing her vulva with my fingers until it started to flow with fluid.

Then, I opened my sister's legs, parted her vulva, and looked inside carefully. There was a

membrane there; I had been looking at that membrane almost every day for over a year, and it was about to disappear.

My penis was as hard as iron, and my heart was burning like fire!

When my penis entered my sister's vagina, she let out a terrible scream, tears immediately streaming

down her face, and then she shouted, "Pull it out! Pull it out!"

Later, she told me that it didn't actually hurt as much as she had imagined when it went in; she had just been preparing for this

release for half a day.

At that moment, I ignored her and started my actions. My sister's inside was very tight. Even with lubrication,

thrusting was still difficult. But I was no longer the kid who would ejaculate at the slightest lick.

In the past two years, my sister's mouth had trained my penis to be incredibly hard. My penis moved back and

forth . It only took a short time for my sister to go from screaming to gradually falling silent and then beginning to make sounds that pleased me.

I felt like there was a tunnel, and I was opening it up, from very thin to very large, and

then reinforcing it again and again, expanding it to its best position.

My sister's moans were so melodious. I heard them every day, but today they were uniquely different.

I knew that for my sister, this feeling was different too! Because she came very quickly. After getting into

the mood , I only needed to thrust a few times before my sister started to convulse. The alluring twitches of her waist and thighs were exceptionally large,

making my soul almost fly away.

"Ah...ah! I'm going to die!" my sister murmured with hazy eyes, and I became even more excited.

"Sister! Sister! I'm inside you!"

"Ah...ah..." My sister didn't respond to my assault. "I'm going to fuck you to death! Fuck you until you pass out!

Then I'll shoot all my semen inside you, so you can give birth to your brother's child!"

I blurted out lines I'd seen

in myself, but my sister got excited.

"Ah! Shoot inside me, let me give birth to your child!"

My sister shouted, wrapping her legs around my waist. I increased the frequency of my thrusts, each one making

a slapping sound. My sister responded intensely, her juices and blood flowing from our point of contact.

After my sister had ejaculated three times, I finally ejaculated inside her, and she was clearly somewhat dazed.

"Xiao Zhong...so amazing..." My sister murmured, holding me.

"Sister is great too!" I said, my hands stroking her body with satisfied sounds.

"Ah...it's flowing out..." my sister said, covering her genitals with her hand. I immediately sat up excitedly,

spread her legs, and looked at her vulva—it was completely swollen, like two sausages, and from

the gap between them, blood and white fluid mixed and flowed out.

"So beautiful," I said sincerely.

My sister reached out, dipped her finger in, tasted it, and said, "So fishy!"

(To be continued)

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