[Defending Love] (Chapters 4 and 5)

Chapter Four: Let's Let Go This Once
The familiar knocking sound was undoubtedly our mother. She asked from outside, "Tian, are you up yet?
Why is the door locked?" Because I'm paralyzed, I usually don't lock my bedroom door so that
my mother and sister can easily come in and help in case of any emergency.
My heart sank, and my penis seemed to realize the seriousness of the situation, retracting from my sister's mouth
like an earthworm soaked in salt water. My sister leaned against me, staring blankly at me, at a loss, and
asked frantically, "Brother, what should we do?" My mind went blank, but my only reaction was to reply
, "I'm here, what's wrong?"
"I forgot I bought you a new outfit yesterday. Try it on and see if it fits. If not, I'll
change it for you when I go grocery shopping later."
As she spoke, my sister and I quickly got dressed. My younger sister was still nervous and whispered, "Hurry
up and think of a reason. What would I be doing in your room?"
I nodded and said towards the door, "Okay, my sister's in my room. I'll have her open the door. She's
fixing my wheelchair here; it seems there's a small problem with it." I was saying this to my sister. She immediately understood and,
while going to open the door, said to my mother outside, "Mom, wait, I'll open the door right away. I probably
locked it from the inside when I came in."
When the door opened, my mother was standing outside holding a set of clothes. To ease my sister's and my nervousness, I quickly
said to Mom, "This outfit is so cool! Mom loves me so much. I'll wear it to work today.
When we get paid this month, my sister and I will buy a new outfit for our beautiful mom, making her
the happiest mother in the world!" Mom smiled broadly and said, "As long as my children are happy, I
'm beautiful every day!" She then handed the outfit to my sister, saying, "Help your brother try it on while I make breakfast!"
"Okay, Mom!" My sister and I finally breathed a sigh of relief. After Mom left, my sister immediately closed the bedroom
door, gently patted her chest a few times, and said, "I was so scared! If we had forgotten to lock the door last night, we wouldn't
know how to face Mom! I think she would have been terrified."
Looking at my sister, my heart suddenly ached! My dearest sister, so obedient and hardworking when serving me
, yet so fearful in front of Mom. A young girl just entering the world,
bearing so much pressure for this family, for her brother. My sister usually appears strong, especially in front of me, but
at this moment, she's become a frightened bird. For the past few days, I've treated my sister like my sex slave,
thinking that if she was willing, I could use her without considering the consequences, but I was wrong. My heart aches for her, my
dear sister, and tears stream down my face. I say, "Sister, my heart aches for you. Come here, I want to hug you!" Yes
, this hug isn't because I want anything in return, but to give my sister all my gratitude and emotion.
My sister looks at me; she seems to sense the change in my mood. She leans in and hugs me tightly, asking,
"Brother, why are you crying?"
"Nothing, dear sister. I just want to hug you!" At this moment, I truly cannot express my
feelings in words. Perhaps only through a hug, this primal way, can we witness the most basic emotions between people.
My sister was in my arms, eyes closed, like a sleeping child. This scene was the
warmest I ever felt! If humans didn't have the urge and stimulation of sex, perhaps my sister and I could live like this forever. But
between men and women, love and sex can never be separated, so our story won't just end in that warm
moment!
After breakfast, my sister and I went to work. That whole day, my mind was in turmoil. Images of
my sister's fragrance and gentleness kept replaying in my mind, while my heart kept questioning my responsibilities and the future. The more I thought, the more confused I became. Finally
, I made a decision: to have a long talk with my sister that night, to face reality seriously, and to solve the current problems in the most feasible way
.
After dinner, I took a shower and lay in bed, mentally planning what we would talk about. After my mother finished showering, she went back to
her room to listen to the radio, a habit she'd maintained for many years. When my sister took a shower, the sound of running water stirred up my previously
calm heart. I thought I could control the demons within me, but the more I tried to control them,
the wilder they became. My penis was erect, more magnificent than ever before. Before me was
an image of my sister bathing naked: glistening water droplets flowed across her fair skin, like a
pure and natural ink wash painting. Her slender body, her S-shaped waist, slowly swayed in the water, like a beautiful
mermaid, elegant and alluring. The little forest below her abdomen was beyond description; only
the magnificence of my penis could attest to its gravitational pull. I even pulled on my penis tightly, afraid it would be
sucked away. My sister glanced back, as if calling to me, "Come here, brother, help me wash your back." At that
moment, I felt like I'd been electrocuted, my whole body paralyzed…
I don't know how long I'd been fantasizing, but then the doorbell rang. I knew it was my sister. I immediately pretended nothing had happened, my
mind returning to reality. I was about to talk to my sister about something important. As soon as my sister entered, I cut to the chase:
"We need to talk about what happened this morning!"
After locking the door, she quickly snuggled into my arms, saying, "Brother, I know what you're going to say! But please
don't say it now, I don't want to hear anything!" Her sudden action left me bewildered. I could only
hold her quietly, saying nothing.
After about ten minutes, my sister looked up at me, her lips slightly parted—a classic gesture of wanting a kiss.
She said, "Brother, let's be willful this once! Maybe it'll be the last time."
At that moment, all our defenses crumbled. Like a hungry wolf, I met her lips with mine.
The instant our lips met, it felt like the moon was pregnant. Our tongues fought fiercely at the crease of our lips; I felt like we were on fire—
this must be the legendary fire-making technique. When I undressed my sister, it was practically ripped off. I
gripped her breasts tightly, wishing that milk would splatter from her pink nipples like falling petals onto our
bodies. My sister's breasts quickly became red and swollen; I could even feel them burning hot. I kept touching her nipples with my fingers.
She patted it until it turned from a red bean into a red date.
My sister also started to play with my penis with her hand. Her whole hand was on it, moving up and down. I
no longer felt numbness, but real pleasure. My penis was pointing straight up, the entire glans was fully protruding, purplish-red
.
"Brother, I want to lick your penis!" My sister looked at me, her eyes filled with a mix of dazedness and shyness. I nodded and
said, "I also want to drink from my sister's spring." So, my sister lay on top of me, her vulva facing my face. She was already
holding my penis in her mouth, very, very deep, my glans could feel the inside of her throat. Her tongue
swept across my penis, pausing and pausing, while her hand gently pulled my pubic hair. When my sister put my testicles in her mouth, my whole
body trembled, feeling extremely happy. Her hands continued to caress my penis, sometimes licking the glans with her tongue,
sometimes gently biting the shaft, sometimes stretching my testicles, sometimes slapping my face with the shaft… My sister was like a devout follower
, passionately infatuated with my penis, not wanting to leave for a moment.
And how could I only enjoy without giving anything in return? I took several deep breaths, letting
the fragrance emanating from my sister's vagina and anus take root in my heart. Then I sucked on my sister's opening, which was already flowing like a river.
I drank large gulps of the ecstasy flowing from her opening, a warm current flowing through my body. My sister's
pubic hair scratched my face, the tingling sensation arousing me, and I couldn't help but suck on it. At this moment,
my sister's labia were exceptionally pink from the engorgement, and her little opening opened even wider, like a seductive eye glancing at me. I immediately
met her tongue with mine, exploring inside. My sister's lower body began to writhe, like a crouching green snake.
I tentatively inserted my finger lightly into my sister's anus, and her whole body immediately convulsed. Under my double
assault, she began to moan.
After about twenty minutes, we were both exhausted, and the climax of pleasure had already passed once. My
sister turned around, panting, and leaned against me. But my penis was still erect, showing no sign of rest. My sister,
like a lost lamb, said in a drunken daze, "Brother, we must become one." But I
hadn't completely lost my senses yet, and I said, "I love you, sister. I can't have all of you, I can only be as close to you as possible to
the position of lovers."
"Okay then, whatever you want, brother!" After saying that, my sister straddled me and kissed me. Her labia
were pressed tightly against my penis, and she even deliberately used her hands to guide my penis, letting her labia wrap around it, like an American
hot dog. I was afraid that my sister would impulsively thrust my penis straight into her hole, so I reached my hand in as well. I held
my sister's hand, positioning my penis horizontally against her vulva, leaving no gap. We both involuntarily
quickened our movements, the sounds of our bodies sizzling and moaning filling the air. After about five minutes of this, my sister's body
convulsed, and a torrent of cum gushed out, soaking my entire genitals. My sister, utterly exhausted, lay on top of me,
panting heavily. I, however, hadn't ejaculated yet, continuing to stroke my penis with my hand. Before, during our intimacy, I
had never ejaculated because my genitals were numb and lacked sufficient stimulation. But this time, I felt I could be
the first. I vigorously stimulated the head of my penis with my left hand, hoping for a quick ejaculation. My sister noticed, sat
up, and said, "Brother, this time, let me serve you well." Then, she took my penis into her
mouth, using every trick in the book to stimulate it. Looking at my sister's pink body, feeling the stimulation from her lips
, I finally ejaculated, three times in a row, my whole body going limp. My sister sucked all my semen into her mouth, not letting a single drop spill.
She held it in her mouth, then looked at me, and swallowed it all. Afterwards, she pressed herself against me, quiet and still
, as if the whole world had stopped because of us!
After a long silence, I spoke first: "Little sister, let's calm down!"
My sister didn't dare look at me and continued, "Brother, if I was terrified when I first read your sex slave notes
, now I'm even more restless. Because now, I'm deeply trapped
in the role of your sex slave, completely unable to extricate myself. You know, brother? How many
nights have I dreamt of being your sex slave, suffering torment and manipulation, yet feeling immense pleasure inside? But
I dare not admit it, nor dare I take it any further, because I'm truly terrified. Although we've tried countless
excuses, which we consider clever, we can't escape our reality. Sometimes, I really think we
can ignore the outside world, but the world hasn't changed because of us."
Faced with my sister's sudden change, I was at a loss and could only comfort her, saying, "It's all your
fault, brother should bear all the responsibility. Don't cry." I gently patted my sister's shoulder, my feelings complex
. The air felt frozen, and we stood there silently, like two ice statues.
After a long while, my sister finally spoke again: "Brother, do you know why I suddenly had these
thoughts?"
I said, "No! I only know it's my fault. Don't think too much about it, sister. We'll find a way to solve
it."
"Brother, do you know? I've always thought that if there were a place where only the three of us lived, Mom and I
would become your sex slaves and live happily ever after. But I've slowly come to realize that's just a fantasy.
Lately, I've been constantly looking at the possible happy endings of incestuous love online, in newspapers, and in novels, but I'm
disappointed. All the endings are tragic. Actually, before today, I kept deceiving myself, thinking that
my brother and I would be different, that we would have a kind of love that could blend romantic love, familial love, and friendship—what we used to
call primal love. But what happened this morning disappointed me again. It turns out we care so much about Mom's feelings,
about what others think. There are realities we can't escape. I know that, like me,
you don't want to hurt Mom. We love this family. Love comes at a price! Sometimes, you can't have both! Maybe,
after tonight's indulgence, we'll be back to square one..." My sister didn't dare look at me, but I saw tears streaming down her face
.
"Time will change everything. Everything will pass, everything will be alright!" These words were
spoken to my sister, but even more so to myself!
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My sister finally laughed and said, "Are you really that heartless? But I love being in this house,
at least for now. Think about something practical!"
"Alright then! We promise, if there's an afterlife, we'll definitely be husband and wife."
"What if we're both men or both women in our next life? Is that the same?"
"Of course, a vow as firm as the mountains and as deep as the sea. Even if I'm a male dog and you're a sow, I'm still going to have you." Finally,
we burst into laughter. Really, I do hope for an afterlife!
"Enough joking around, let's get realistic. My dear sister, let's make this agreement: let's continue
this ambiguous romantic relationship. First, completely severing our deeply rooted feelings
would be incredibly painful for both of us, and that could be the root of all problems. Second, as everyone says, love eventually
transforms into familial affection. Perhaps if we maintain this arrangement, over time, our feelings will return to their original state, from the intense
passion we feel now to the more primal bond of family. Third, we're both adults; we have the right to enjoy the
pleasures of love. We can't always be abstaining from sex. Let's define it as mutual emotional comfort and stop thinking about the right or
wrong of incest. Fourth, we must strive to find other sources of emotional support, preventing lust from dominating our lives.
Finally, we must keep this secret safe, a world that belongs only to us!" I said this
with utmost seriousness.
After hearing this, my sister gave me a thumbs up and said, "Brother, you've hit the nail on the head. Let's
make a promise like this. Shall I start looking for a boyfriend tomorrow?" Before she finished speaking, she burst into laughter.
"If you're going to look for a husband, the line of men will stretch to the moon!"
And so, my sister and I made a loving promise, and our inner conflict slowly unraveled. The world may not have
changed because of us, but we ourselves must change. For our family, for love, for life, for the future, we must change.
If my relationship with my sister before was intense, then after making this promise, our relationship became
warm. I haven't had real sex with my sister because I think about her future. If she finds
a trustworthy man to marry, her first time should be with her lover, because I understand men's
obsession with virginity. Even if I didn't, I couldn't gamble with my sister's future because of my greed; that's not true love.
Now, my sexual activity with my sister isn't just about seeking excitement, but more about mutual comfort. Sometimes,
it's just kissing and caressing each other, not always about stimulating each other's genitals. Sometimes, we'd put on some music in the room
, cuddle and chat, naked or in sexy lingerie. For a more exciting experience,
when our mother wasn't home, we'd lie naked on the sofa and play and make out. After we made our vow of love, we gradually understood that
sex is only one part of love, but it's also the most effective way to express it. To be honest, I've
imagined countless times myself as a normal man, conquering my sister with my powerful penis, letting her climax
soak me with her love juices, but I understand that would only make love dependent on sex. What I want to build with my sister
is a balance between love and sex within the reality of our sibling relationship, using sex to enrich
the meaning of our love, not to create it. I feel that our current approach is perfect
—a touch of excitement in the ordinary, sex as a punctuation, flexible and adaptable.
Meanwhile, my paralysis is showing significant improvement. I can lift my legs about 15 degrees while lying down, and
I feel a noticeable pain, which is a very good sign. Perhaps this is another kind of power of love.
While my sister and I were living a comfortable life, we noticed that Mom seemed troubled and unhappy.
I'd sensed this ever since Mid-Autumn Festival this year. At first, I thought Mom, like my sister,
had secretly read my sex slave diary, but later I learned that Mom didn't know about it. My sister and I discussed
it many times, but we still couldn't figure out what was wrong with Mom. Sometimes I wondered if it was menopause
, but I gradually realized that the problem wasn't what I thought. Finally, one time, my sister mustered up the courage to
talk to Mom. She came back and told me that Mom was worried about my marriage, that is, she was worried that
I wouldn't be able to find a wife and would be left without anyone to take care of me when I got old.
"My great and selfless mother, I really don't know how to repay her," I said to my sister after hearing this.
"I told Mom that I would take care of my brother for the rest of my life, but she said that it wasn't realistic. You
will get married in the future, and when you have a family, things won't be like this anymore!" my sister said.
"What else did Mom say?" I asked.
"This? It's a private matter." My sister said, giving me a strange smile.
"Tell me, my dear sister!" I asked anxiously.
"Mom told me this: I've recently discovered that your brother has entered his teenage years. He's probably starting to think about women
. I've been through puberty too, so I understand what this is all about. Of course, I also know that you, Ling'er, are starting to think about
men. If you're ready, find a boyfriend and bring him home for me to see. This is the perfect age. As for
your brother, I'm worried. What girl doesn't want to find a normal man?
" My sister's eyes were red when she said this. My sister said it very seriously. I knew it wasn't a lie.
"Then why does Mom think I'm going through teenage years?" I said, somewhat dissatisfied.
"Want to know?" My sister made a face.
"My dear sister, stop keeping me in suspense. Tell me!"
"Several times, we've been intimate in your room, and my underwear has leaked out. Brother, you're so naughty, always..."
" She wouldn't give it back, she hid it under her pillow. As a result, Mom found it when she was cleaning your room. But she didn't say anything
, afraid of hurting your pride!" Indeed, I had done that; I often needed to smell my sister's genital odor to
fall asleep. However, I didn't dare tell my sister, afraid she would laugh at me.
My sister continued, "Mom also felt sorry for you, saying: 'Think about it, a grown man who has never been with a woman
must feel very awkward, it's understandable that he does something strange. Ling'er, don't take it to heart, your brother
just wants women. Just pretend you don't know, let him experience a little womanly scent, it will make things easier for him.'" Hearing my sister
's words, my face turned red, feeling like a child who had done something wrong.
"Mom said other things, but it's a secret for now." My sister looked at me, smiling mischievously.
"I don't want to hear anymore, I'm so ashamed." I really felt unsure what to do in front of my mother, so I
could only pretend I didn't know, that would make things easier.

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