The Birth of an Incestuous Family (Part Two)

Because I've watched a lot of American adult videos, my understanding of anal sex is practically common sense.

Finding an American adult video that doesn't involve anal sex is like finding a needle in a haystack. Therefore, in my mind,

anal sex is as normal as sex, or rather, it's a part of sex. In fact, after our first

time, I asked my sister to do anal sex, but she refused without hesitation.

This time, however, I wasn't foolishly waiting. Having the woman who

always bullied me on top of me gave me immense confidence, and the feeling of conquest when I ejaculated on her face was several times stronger.

I specifically studied sexual techniques and discovered my sister's G-spot. The

time , my sister finally came, and it felt like completing a level in a game—a huge sense of accomplishment!

So, figuring out how to develop my sister's anal sex was just a matter of planning.

I had previously discovered that while my sister had a strange interest in sex, she also harbored a fear of the unknown. Her

hesitation to actually have sex with me was simply because she was afraid of pain. Clearly, her fear of anal sex

must also stem from these kinds of strange rumors.

I searched online and, to my utter indignation, found that most women expressed fear of anal sex, and

some so-called medical experts were spouting nonsense like "it easily causes fecal incontinence" or "it easily causes infections

." But the first problem to solve is undoubtedly the pain.

This should be relatively easy to address.

Honestly, I almost became a lesbian a few years ago. One time

while showering and lathering up with soap, I accidentally inserted my finger into my anus and got an erection. Fortunately, my aversion to homosexuality

prevailed , and after cautiously trying it once, I never did that perverted thing again.

However, that experience left me with a very valuable lesson: simply inserting a finger into the anus doesn't hurt;

the feeling is quite wonderful.

And, to insert a finger, lubrication is essential.

So, during the next few times we made love, I intentionally or unintentionally played with my sister's anus, letting her get used to

the feeling.

Then, on a day when both my parents were out, the plan officially began.

I remember the situation: my sister came to me, wanting to play "big," which basically meant

I should use all my skills to make her high.

There was no reason to disagree!

We took off our clothes, and first, my sister gave me oral sex. Because anything too technical could only

be done , I wouldn't have a chance to penetrate her for a while. I'd just give her oral sex first, so

I wouldn't be hard-on later after I'd had her satisfied.

I sat on the edge of the bed, and my sister knelt between my legs, holding my penis in one hand and sucking the tip. I

liked watching her intently sucking my cock from above. Occasionally, she would look up at

me, and that look made me feel pitiful and cute. Perhaps only at this moment was she willing to play

the victim in front of me—of course, I think she never really meant it that way; she just didn't realize how weak she

appeared .

To be honest, although I've been giving oral sex since we were little, my sister has never liked my overly vigorous movements. So now I

often feel that my oral sex isn't quite strong enough. I really want to grab her head and shove it down her throat

, but I know I'll get yelled at for that. Although I'm not so afraid of her anymore, I still

feel bothered if she gets angry.

That day, my sister gave me oral sex for about ten minutes. She seemed to be getting impatient and urged me to come quickly.

I said I couldn't do it, so she pushed me down and straddled me.

She liked the woman-on-top position, maybe because it made her feel like she hadn't been

conquered yet. But when I thrust from below, watching her make crisp moans in rhythm with my movements, seeing

the surprised look in her eyes when I disrupted the rhythm, made me truly feel like I was conquering this woman.

After one orgasm, my sister got off and continued to use her hands and mouth for a while. This time I

came quickly, and as always, she swallowed most of it, smearing a little residue on her body to save herself the trouble of cleaning up

afterwards .

"Okay, we can begin." She said as she lay down on the bed, spreading her legs and

breathing .

I stood by the bed, caressing her body, my right middle and ring fingers probing into her vagina.

I quickly found the slightly hard spot and began to massage it vigorously. My sister cried out with my movements,

reaching orgasm within minutes. I pressed on her twitching abdomen, observing her opening and closing, calculating

how far to go.

A woman's orgasms always come in waves. After the first time, I quickly did it several more times.

Later fastest time I brought her to orgasm was only 7 seconds, but at that time I

wasn't that skilled yet. After my sister reached orgasm four times, she started squirting, and after two more times, she began to spasm. I had to hold her down

with my hand to prevent her from falling to the ground.

That was about the time.

After the spasms, my sister lay on the bed completely powerless, her eyes glazed over. My fingers began to

attack her anus. She gave me a weak glare but didn't stop me.

Actually, I had planned to use soap as lubricant, but my sister's vaginal fluid was so abundant that I simply

inserted my middle finger gently into her anus.

My sister let out a soft "Ah!" but didn't resist further, probably realizing it

didn't hurt.

I gently pressed my finger inside her anus, watching her complex expression.

I pulled out my middle finger and found it covered in feces, but—who cares?

I put my middle and index fingers together and inserted them into my sister's anus again. This time, she probably felt

discomfort , shouting, "Take it away!" and slapping me away.

I ignored her, stimulating her clitoris with my left hand while my right hand gently stimulated her anus, causing a slow,

steady flow of fluid that made her wriggle slightly.

"Want to try?" I asked.

"No way!" my sister flatly refused, as always.

But I wasn't asking for her opinion at all. I had already taken out the tools I'd prepared beforehand—a syringe,

an enema, and a syringe and an enema solution. The syringe and enema were fine, but the enema solution cost me quite a bit of my allowance.

I inserted the enema into her anus, and I heard my sister cry out again, seemingly about to protest. I

immediately pressed down with my left hand, turning her protest into "uh-huh, ah-ah." After squeezing the enema into her anus,

I sensed her unease. She probably already knew that her back door was definitely in danger today. Of course, it didn't matter

to me; my first experience had taught me that if I forced myself on this woman, her resistance would

diminish.

"Try it! Don't you know many female celebrities get enemas regularly? It's said to be good for your skin

and prevent age spots." I started to persuade her, naming many female celebrities,

some , others I'd made up. But when my sister heard about beauty, she was clearly interested.

She first wiped her hands with a tissue; they were still yellowish, but there wasn't time to wash them. I picked up the oversized syringe, drew in

the enema fluid, removed the enema, and inserted the syringe again. My sister was clearly disoriented.

I slowly pushed the enema fluid into her intestines. Perhaps the cool enema fluid stimulated her, because

she began to writhe, her legs opening and closing, and she was breathing rapidly.

After pushing two syringes of enema fluid into her intestines, she clearly felt discomfort and began to protest.

I had to stop and wait for her reaction.

She sat up, seemingly enduring something, then shouted "No, no!" and tried to get up to go to the toilet—

how could I give her such a good opportunity? I immediately grabbed her, kissed her passionately, pushed her down, and began thrusting into her

vagina .

My sister's reaction was very strange; she seemed to want to scream but was also holding back, her expression conflicted. She kept cursing at

me

, telling me to finish quickly, while writhing restlessly. I, without any restraint, fucked her hard for a while, then picked her up—something I had planned beforehand. Although she was a bit heavy, I'm a "martial arts practitioner," so carrying her a few steps was manageable.

I carried her from the bedroom to the bathroom, continuing to thrust the whole time. It was undeniably exhausting

work; by the time we reached the bathroom, I was panting heavily.

Then, I placed my sister on the toilet, clamped her legs around my shoulders, and began thrusting hard.

My sister screamed, gripping the tank, and then suddenly cried out and convulsed. Although a while had

passed since their last encounter, she had had quite a few orgasms today, and this sudden movement was very forceful. I had to grab her neck

and press her against the toilet, but her legs kicked wildly, hitting my head.

However, I achieved my goal. This spasm stimulated her intestines, and with a series of "plop" sounds,

the remaining stool in my sister's stomach splattered into the toilet. Defecation shouldn't diminish the sexual pleasure; that was

my plan.

After this intense climax, my sister sat on the toilet, breathing heavily, and drifted back into a dazed state

. I could still hear something falling into the toilet bowl. Taking advantage of this opportunity, I pulled out

the condom I had hidden in the bathroom and quickly put it on. Normally, whether it's for emotional reasons, financial factors, or hidden desires, I resolutely

refuse to use condoms. This time, however, it was specifically for this grand plan. After all, this kind of enema is definitely not as

professional as those from AV companies, and I didn't want to contract AIDS.

I lifted my sister off the toilet and placed her on the floor. She lay there weakly, seemingly still dazed.

I took this opportunity to spread her buttocks; her anus was twitching, and there was some yellowish stuff stuck to the side. Oh well,

I'll bear it. That's why I wore the condom. I inserted the head of my penis. My sister seemed to realize what was happening and tried to escape, but I

grabbed her waist and held her down, thrusting hard into her. However, the hole was too tight, and my sister seemed to be

clenching her buttocks tightly due to tension. After inserting the head of my penis, I couldn't push any further.

In my haste, I couldn't bear my sister's resistance, so I grabbed her hands and twisted them behind her back, using my left hand to

hold on. I finally managed to insert halfway in. When I noticed, I realized that because of this position, my sister's face had

been intimately pressed against the ground for quite some time.

But I couldn't worry about that now; I could only quickly try to loosen it, ignoring my sister's screams. Finally, after

a few minutes I inserted my entire penis into her anus.

At this point, I had a strong sense of foreboding. I was certain that if I couldn't completely subdue her today,

I'd be dead by the time she realized what was happening. So I went at it like crazy, but it seemed my sister didn't feel anything from her anus.

Although she was screaming and yelling, her body wasn't reacting very strongly. I had no choice but to continue using my left hand to increase the intensity. After exhausting all my

strength to make her fly, she finally calmed down. But the frantic rush had left me exhausted, and I could only

finish a few more quick thrusts before ejaculating. I took off the condom and carried her back to the room.

Back in the room, my sister came to her senses and angrily kicked and punched, but because she had orgasmed so many times, her fists

were weak. I easily pushed her down and began the difficult process of subduing her.

As a result, my sister orgasmed more than twenty times that day, and finally completely collapsed, lying on the bed convulsing,

completely losing control of her body. I panicked and almost called an ambulance. Fortunately, she calmed down after a while

and then stayed in bed for two days under the pretext of catching a cold. The first thing she did after recovering was to pinch me hard

because the feces I hadn't wiped off my hands that day had ended up on her.

However, after that, I finally gained access to the backdoor.

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