[Defending Love] (Chapter 8: The Beginning)

Chapter Eight: The Beginning
Faced with my sister's request, I had no legitimate reason to refuse. Especially her eager eyes, which told me
how strong her inner desire was.
I verbally agreed, but my mind was still racing, trying to come up with a solution. Because it was all so sudden, my mind
went blank, and my heart was pounding. Whether Mom knew about my relationship with my sister, or my sister knew about my
relationship with Mom, I knew that none of the three of them could accept it all at once. Our family might be facing unprecedented
changes.
What should I do? At that moment, my sister had already pushed me into the room. Mom was well hidden, without a single flaw
. I knew that if I didn't come up with a solution now, the problem would escalate. I took a few deep breaths, and suddenly
an idea struck me. I said to my sister, "Sister, you must be exhausted from your journey.
Go take a shower first. We can chat about your interesting experiences in Shanghai later! Anyway, we don't have to work tomorrow, so we can stay a little longer.
Go take a shower, I'll wait for you!" This was partly for my sister and partly for Mom.
"Yes, brother, if you hadn't reminded me, I would have completely forgotten about the stench of Shanghai. Okay,
I'll go take a shower first, so I don't get your bed dirty," my sister said self-deprecatingly, before going out to shower. I immediately
breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, I worried that the implication in my sister's words might have given my mother something.
In fact, I couldn't care less about that now. After hearing the sound of running water from my sister's shower, I whispered to
my mother under the bed, "Mom, come out and go back to your room. My sister is taking a shower."
My mother peeked out from under the bed, her face showing a hint of panic, and said, "Turn off the light quickly!" Without thinking
about the meaning behind my mother's words, I immediately turned off the light. My mother's figure moved in the darkness, and when she reached the door, she
peeked out first before quickly leaving my room. Now, I was left alone in the darkness,
facing a pile of future problems. During the days my sister was away, I indulged in
a secret life with my mother in the dark. Under the cover of darkness, my mother and I forgot the turning of the world, building
a paradise in each other's hearts. But life is reality, and the night always ends. Now, my sister has returned to
our lives, and we've become a world of three.
After some thought, I think I have a solution to our current situation. First, I mustn't let my mother know about my
relationship with my sister; at least for now, she can't accept it. Second, I need to find an opportunity to explain my situation with my sister
. Third, either I can steadily advance the relationship between the three of us, or let it return to
its original, ordinary state—for example, my wedding, my sister's wedding.
However, I haven't been able to think of a good solution to the problem of my mother and sister visiting at night.
If they both come to my room on the same night, all the secrets will turn into awkwardness, and I can't
imagine what will happen afterward. So, I'm pondering whether to explain my relationship with my mother to my sister tonight. Perhaps this
is the best solution, after all, my sister has read my sex slave diary; she at least understands my fantasies about my mother
. But is this the most appropriate time? I can't be sure right now. Thinking it best to test
the waters first, and if things went well, it would be better to clarify things upfront.
Just then, my sister's footsteps approached. The door opened, and I was stunned. My sister was only wearing a bikini, my
favorite pink one. As soon as she entered, she circled my bedside and asked seductively, "Brother, does it look good?
This is a special kind of lingerie from Shanghai. I heard from Shanghai women that men especially like this stuff. Brother, do you like it?"
I was a little breathless, because standing before me was a sexy goddess. I had never seen my sister
so beautiful. She was clearly wearing makeup; her lips were fiery red, and the bikini made her figure look exceptionally full and
curvaceous. The shy little girl of the past had transformed into a glamorous queen of the big city. My penis,
without hesitation, stood erect and surrendered! I took a deep breath before saying, "Little sister, this is visual murder. You're so beautiful
! Shanghai is truly a big city. You went there and went from a country bumpkin to a goddess!"
"Brother, you're making fun of me. Was I a country bumpkin before? Was I really that unsophisticated?" my sister said, looking at me angrily
.
"Let's not talk about the past. Now, even rich and handsome guys would line up to chase after you!"
"I don't want any rich and handsome guys, I just want my brother." After saying that, my sister shyly snuggled into my arms.
"Brother, I haven't seen you for over a month, I've missed you so much. You don't know, I'm all alone in Shanghai,
and I dream about you every night. That's when I realized how much I can't live without my dear brother. One day, I
saw a couple taking wedding photos on the Bund in Shanghai, and I even fantasized that it was me and my brother. That scene was so warm
and romantic, unforgettable."
"Silly sister, brother can't marry sister!"
"Can't I even fantasize? Brother, you're so unromantic. I love to fantasize like this, imagining every day that
we'll have a warm home. Making love every day at home, from the front door to the living room, to the bathroom, to
the kitchen, to the balcony…" My sister looked at me with fervent eyes as she spoke; was she hoping for a response
? My feelings were complicated. On one hand, I enjoyed my sister's deep affection; on the other hand, I worried that she was going
astray. But I still decided to agree with her, after all, I also fantasized about the same life. I said, "What a
romantic scene! I'm captivated. My sister went to Shanghai and has become increasingly urbanized and fashionable.
Did something interesting happen?"
"Yes, brother, this trip to Shanghai has taught me a lot. Now I want to bravely love my brother
!" my sister said firmly. She continued, "When I was in Shanghai on a business trip,
I met a female friend through work. I call her Sister Mei. We hit it off immediately and quickly became
close friends, and I even stayed at her house. Sister Mei is over 40 and still single, living with her sister
. Her sister was married but is also single. She's very beautiful and energetic, and when she dresses up
, she looks like she's in her late twenties. I asked her why she didn't get married. Someone with her looks should have had many men pursuing her when she was younger
, and even now, she must have many admirers. Afterwards, she told me..."
Then she told me her story. After hearing it, I suddenly understood. It went like this: Sister Mei said she was a lesbian
. Being naive and inexperienced, I didn't know what homosexuality was. Sister Mei laughed and said, "I'm going to
tell you now, don't be afraid. Homosexuality means I'm attracted to women, not men. I want to
date women, marry women, do you understand?" I was still clueless and asked, "Can two women date and
marry? How do two women have children?" I couldn't grasp the concept. Sister Mei laughed heartily and
said, "There are many things you don't understand. Just like you don't understand that in some families, sons and mothers, or
fathers and daughters, or even siblings, have romantic relationships, even sexual relations—this incestuous love,
like homosexual love, is hard for the world to accept." After hearing Sister Mei's words, I suddenly understood, because my
love with my brother was within that. Later, Sister Mei continued telling me her story. She said that she had discovered she was attracted to
women since childhood, especially her own younger sister, who was the love of her life. She originally wanted to keep this secret
forever, but ultimately failed. At the age of 22, she confided in her sister,
hoping her sister would accept her. But the reality was cruel; her sister was shocked and distanced herself from her, causing her
great pain. Later, things changed. Her sister was hurt and betrayed by many men, even her future husband
ran off with another woman. From then on, her sister lost all hope in men, and slowly, she returned to
her sister's life. The two have been in love ever since, living happily ever after. After hearing this, I was deeply moved
. Although I don't fully understand the emotional world of homosexuality, the love between my brother and me
is similar to the love between the two sisters. Later, I also told Sister Mei about my brother and me, and she was equally
moved after hearing it. I asked Sister Mei how to face this unconventional love. She gave me two words: "Let it be!" She explained
that, just like my relationship with my sister, what you desire may elude you, but what you don't desire brings fulfillment. Therefore, regarding your
relationship with your brother, let it be. Since it has happened, it's a beginning; let fate continue. If one day
you separate, it's the end of fate; don't force it, and don't suffer because of it. This is
the code of love that Sister Mei taught me. "Brother, now is the beginning of our destiny, so I must grasp it, cherish
it, and bravely love what I love. No matter what tomorrow brings, I cannot miss today's destiny!" My sister said
this with tears in her eyes. I was deeply moved and kissed her forehead tenderly.
As the air of destiny filled the room, my sister and I embraced naked. My sister lay on top of me,
her tongue exploring my mouth, releasing all the longing and desire of the past month. I met her tongue,
our passion colliding like mandarin ducks playing in the water, a scene of pure bliss. My sister's body pressed tightly against mine, her two hard nipples
pricking my skin like tiny fingers pressing on my acupoints, making my whole body heat up and go weak. My
hands were like greedy capitalists, one frantically feeling the smoothness of her jade-like back, the other gently
roaming her buttocks, one little finger occasionally probing her anus in a piston-like motion. My sister's
hands weren't idle either, her left hand tightly holding my head, her right hand grasping my penis and stroking it back and forth. My love juice quickly covered
the glans, wetting my sister's hand, making a sizzling sound as she stroked it.
At the same time, I could feel the desire in my sister's lower body gushing out like oil from underground
; I was even afraid that the slightest friction would ignite a fire, burning off both of our pubic hair. The hands God gave me were now
controlled by the Emperor of Lust, frantically reaching towards my sister's vast forest. My hand caressed my sister's vulva, like a small boat gliding across
the Atlantic Ocean, sinking into the vast sea, its soul trying to transform into a penis, searching for the mermaid of the sea
. Our breathing was like that of someone gasping for air, our kisses almost like one of us giving the other artificial respiration.
A few minutes passed, and my sister slowly pulled away from my lips and sat up. She was like a mistress, riding her
beloved horse. Her eyes were hazy with a hint of allure. She looked at me and said, "Brother, you are mine tonight
." This was the first time I'd heard my sister say such a thing. She had truly transformed into a queen, possessing
everything I had. My sister's left hand guided my slightly purplish penis, trying to align it with her opening. I had no
intention of resisting, gazing deeply into my sister's loving eyes. My sister seemed unsure of the exact location of the opening
, trying several times without success. A few times, she even seemed to have found the wrong spot, about to sit
down, but then straightening up in pain. Looking at my adorable sister, I couldn't help but laugh. When my sister saw me laugh,
she glared at me angrily and said, "Bad brother, it's my first time! What are you laughing at! I've heard that the first time you make love
, it hurts. Is it really that painful? Or am I just not finding the right place? Bad brother, please help me!"
"My dear sister, it's my first time too. I don't really know either. I'm just a theorist. And I wasn't
laughing at you, sister. I only laughed because I think you're cute. You look the cutest right now!"
"Then what do we do now? Do we have to use a flashlight to slowly find it? I'm so embarrassed!"
"I think, sister, you can do it. Haven't you heard that where there is love, there is direction? Try closing your
eyes and feeling with love, you'll definitely find the right place. Love guides us, doesn't it?" After hearing my
words, my sister smiled reassuringly and nodded. Then, she closed her eyes, held my penis, and slowly explored her lower body.
Looking at my sister's sexy posture, my heart almost turned into a devil, and I almost turned into a beast. With a snap... Without
any warning, my penis plunged fully into my sister's vagina. She cried out, her lips tightly
pressed together, her face flushed, like a frightened lamb. In that instant, our virginity was
gone. A surge of intense happiness made us embrace each other tightly. My penis, nestled in my sister's warm, sweet vagina
, felt like it had returned to its mother's embrace, and I never wanted to leave.
My sister lay on top of me and said, "Brother, it really hurts a little. You have to be gentle with me. I
'm your woman now." I caressed my sister, too moved to speak. But my sister forgot one
thing: her brother's paralysis hadn't fully healed, and he couldn't give her the sex she wanted like a normal man. I...
I tried to move my lower body, but to no avail. At this point, I had to remind my sister, "Brother can't move. Sister
, you need to take the initiative." My sister immediately realized what I meant and said embarrassedly, "Brother,
I'm sorry. I was confused." So, my sister sat up again and tried to slowly twist her hips. Perhaps because it
hurt a little, my sister bit her lower lip and looked at me, saying, "Brother, is this how it is? I feel your penis
filling my vagina completely. The stimulation is so wonderful, I can't even breathe. Although it hurts a little,
behind the pain, there's a constant feeling of pleasure, spreading little by little to every cell in my body." My sister's body twisted
more and more, her pink vagina contracting and relaxing with the friction against my penis, greatly stimulating my nerves. I watched as the strands
of virgin blood turned into large red flowers blooming at the point where my sister and I met, as if announcing to the world that this
was a red revolution. My sister's breasts swayed slightly, like two ripe apples,
beckoning to me in the gentle breeze of love. My penis roamed inside my sister's vagina, her inner walls undulating, each thrust
bringing me to the brink of orgasm. I took deep breaths, trying to distract myself from the pleasure and avoid an untimely climax.
My mind raced with fantasies: "Sister, your vagina is the best in the world, your juices flow like rivers, day and
night. My penis is yours, Your Majesty, always at your command, always ready,
always hitting its mark. It's so wonderful! A million soldiers are already waiting. At Your Majesty's command, they will charge forward to the death, to
Your Majesty's forbidden palace. Your Majesty, give it a little more, and a hundred thousand elite soldiers await your call. Ah, ah, Your Majesty
, give the order! If you don't, my hundred thousand elite troops will lead the charge!
Soldiers, charge!" With that, my semen gushed from my penis in a rapid, continuous stream, spraying across
the battlefield. My sister was now convulsing, pressed against me.

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