The perverted older sister

That night, my older sister asked me, "Does my armpit smell?"
As soon as we entered the hotel room, Yoshiko raised her arm, which was peeking out from under her tank top sleeve, and pressed her nose against her armpit. Caught off guard, Junichi didn't know how to answer. He was overjoyed and excited about the unexpected stroke of luck that he would be sleeping in the same room as Yoshiko that night.
Indeed, this could only be described as lucky. This trip to Okinawa was Yoshiko's pre-wedding trip with her fiancé, Tatsuo Otani. Junichi had come along under the guise of being their parent's watchdog, but in reality, he was just someone they brought along.
"I'll be too lonely to sleep alone in a double room," Yoshiko said as we entered the hotel room on Dream Beach, clearly trying to seduce Tatsuo.
Because it was still before the wedding, they had told their parents that Tatsuo and Junichi would share a room, and Yoshiko would sleep alone. But Yoshiko hadn't meant it that way. Why should she sleep alone when she was on this rare trip to Okinawa with her fiancé? If she could just convince her brother, she could enjoy a hot and sweet night.
Junichi, already seventeen, certainly didn't want to be a boring third wheel. Hearing his sister say such things, he was prepared to voluntarily change rooms, but an unexpected event occurred.
"That's true. Then, Junichi-kun, please share a room with your sister. It's better this way since we'll be separating soon." Tatsuo himself, seemingly tempted, ruined the plan. Yoshiko and Junichi both gaped in surprise, unsure how to respond. Was he a truly immature young master, or a rather skilled hypocrite? They both looked at each other in bewilderment.
"But...but I..."
"No need to be polite. Yoshiko and I will be together forever. You being with her might be the last. For Yoshiko's sake, I'll also ask you on her behalf."
Having said that, there was nothing more to say. Perhaps this was true love; Yoshiko could only believe Tatsuo's good intentions and give up her desires. Junichi's situation was even more complicated. He had originally intended to give up his room, but unexpectedly, he was forced to share a room with his sister. Although confused, he was undeniably filled with joy and excitement.
For Junichi, Yoshiko was both near and far. Having a beautiful older sister wasn't just something others envied; it was a source of pain and immense psychological pressure. Her voluptuous body, around twenty years old, constantly lingered before his eyes, exuding a sweet feminine allure. It's no wonder his longing made him stiff. This sweet, mature body, within reach and scented with his own nose, was a forbidden body—untouchable and unsmelled. Thus, his longing and admiration grew ever stronger.
Perhaps not feeling like a woman around her younger brother, Yoshiko was quite bold in exposing her body at home, especially displaying the curves of her figure without a care. Junichi found his sister's purely feminine demeanor irresistible. Especially her full, rounded buttocks, a rarity among Eastern women, and the sweet, sour scent emanating from her slightly sweaty skin—for Junichi, this was an untouchable wellspring of feminine charm. Unrestrained and unafraid of being discovered, he could gaze intently with burning eyes, reveling in her sweet scent. This desire, once thought impossible, was now unexpectedly likely to become a reality.
Just as he entered the room, letting out a sigh of relief, a surge of joy welling up inside him, he suddenly heard his sister say,
"Does my armpit smell?"
Junichi felt as if his wicked intentions had been seen through, and he was genuinely startled.
"It's sticky from sweat."
That was exactly the scent he had always longed for; how he wanted to press his nose against her sweaty armpits and let the scent wash over him. But his sister's words and subtle actions almost made Junichi dizzy.
"How is it? Can you smell it? He occasionally glances at my armpits. Is it because they smell? How is it? Does it smell of sweat?"
It smells! Yes! What a beautiful, irresistible scent! Junichi wanted to shout and rub his nose against his sister's armpit.
"No, there's no body odor!"
"Really? That's good! You can't smell these things yourself." After saying that, Yoshiko turned her back to Junichi and began to pull up the hem of her tub-style top with both hands.
"I'm going to shower first, then change into my swimsuit. Junichi, you should change into your swim trunks while you're at it."
Junichi felt his heart tighten, gripping his hardening member in Yoshiko's trunks and closing his eyes. Images of his sister's naked back and her naked body in the shower flashed through his mind.
"Ah, sister..."
How he wished he could smell his sister's scent to his heart's content, lick her entire body until it was covered in saliva. Thinking of this, a burning jealousy towards Otani Tatsuo ignited in Junichi's heart.
"Damn it! Give it to that guy!" His penis in his lower abdomen became even more erect.
Fantasy, just more fantasy, an endless fantasy about his sister's naked body. He could only catch glimpses of his sister's skin occasionally, only smell her scent when they brushed past each other. But Otani could smell and lick his sister directly. He could hear the sound of a shower through the door, and on the other side of the door, his sister's naked body was exposed. If he could, he wanted to kick the door down, rush in, kiss his sister's entire body, and press his burning member against her. But he couldn't do that, and he allowed Otani to do what he did. His resentment towards Otani and his desire for his sister burned like a fire, making his penis swell even more.
"What are you doing? You're not changed yet."
Seeing his sister emerge from the bathroom so quickly, Junichi couldn't help but widen his eyes. A white dress-style swimsuit, with an extreme slit that almost reached her waist, as if it would sink into her crotch. It was the kind of daring swimsuit that you could see in photos or advertisements, but was rarely seen in reality.
"I...I want to shower too..."
Junichi's lower abdomen was tense and painful, and his throat was hoarse. He couldn't wear swim trunks in his current state.
"Sister, you and her go first, I'll catch up later."
"Oh, okay!"
Yoshiko looked slightly puzzled and walked past Junichi toward the door. After washing away the sweat and grease, the sweet and sour body odor was gone, replaced by the fresh scent of soap. Jun glanced at the woman passing by, then turned his head to chase her back—no, her buttocks. The swimsuit, seemingly clinging precariously to her rounded buttocks, slowly sank into the swaying cleft with each step. Even when Fangzi tried to pull her buttocks out, it seemed to pull them back in with a suction effect.
"Excuse me, I have to go now."
Hearing the door close, Junichi sighed deeply. The thought of the swimsuit sinking even deeper into that area once it got wet made his heart pound. At the same time, his penis swelled to an urgent point. Junichi pulled off his shorts and underwear and ran into the bathroom.
"Junichi! Why are you looking at me like that! You've been staring at my buttocks the whole time!"
That night, Fangzi couldn't sleep. She was probably quite drunk from the champagne and wine, but her body was burning hot and she couldn't sleep. It wasn't from the sun; it was a heat emanating from deep within her body. During their evening walk, Tatsuo asked for a kiss, but didn't touch Yoshiko's hot body. Yoshiko began to regret not having a room to herself; her younger brother slept in the bed next to her, preventing her from even masturbating. She knew that masturbation would allow her to fall asleep easily, and this frustrating feeling of wanting to masturbate but being unable to was a first for her.
Yoshiko knew the reason for her hot body was her swimsuit—the one that dug into her buttocks with every step. Yoshiko had long been aware of some perverse fetishes. She particularly enjoyed the sensation of something sinking into her crotch, especially rubbing against her anus. Even at night, she would secretly let the crotch of her panties sink into her buttocks under her skirt or jeans, enjoying the pleasure. At night, she would touch her hot anus with her fingers, indulging in the perverse pleasure of masturbation many times.
It's not that there's no pleasure in the front; in fact, she's more sensitive than most people and can fully enjoy the beauty there. But when she touches the back and inserts her finger into the small hole, there's an indescribable pleasure. She doesn't know when she developed this fetish, but since childhood, she's felt that playing with the back is worse than the front and would get her scolded, yet it also feels more attractive. The pleasure of deliberately holding back from defecating and then finally doing so. The indescribable sensation of secretly digging into her anus with her finger. And the guilt of smelling that finger in front of her nose—undoubtedly, she's been immersed in this perverse pleasure since childhood.
Take tonight, for example. If her younger brother weren't in the next bed, she would definitely be soothing her burning anus with her finger. Thinking about this makes her very angry at her brother for being there.
"What are you thinking, staring at my butt like that! You're a pervert, so disgusting!"
"I...I..."
"Jun-ichi! I can't believe that a younger brother would look at his older sister's butt with such lewd eyes. Are you trying to masturbate while looking at my butt?"
Yoshiko said something she didn't even want to say in anger. But in that instant, an evil thought appeared in Yoshiko's mind.
"I'm sorry, but I..."
For Junichi, this was like his sister having hit the nail on the head, leaving him unsure how to respond.
"But what? Is it because my butt is beautiful? Is that what you want to see my butt?"
The unexpected words made Junichi nervously look at his sister. In the dim light of the bedside lamp, her eyes gleamed mischievously.
"So, do you want to see?" Her voice no longer held any disgust, but instead carried a sweet, seductive tone.
Junichi still couldn't speak, his gaze earnest in affirmation.
"Okay, I'll let you see. After I get married, this will never happen again. Consider it a memory of our parting."
Yoshiko seemed to be explaining to herself, leaning down and lifting her nightgown. In the dim light, the small white bikini-style panties, with an elegance only Yoshiko possessed, accentuated her voluptuous, dynamic buttocks—a sight that could only be described as alluring. In the tense atmosphere, the sound of Junichi swallowing hard could be heard.
"You can take it off, you can touch it, because tonight is special."
Fangzi whispered, then shyly rested her face on the pillow. If his sister hadn't leaned down, Junichi wouldn't have had the courage to go over. Because, with only his underwear on, there was no way to tease his eagerly anticipating penis.
Junichi knelt beside his sister's bed, his hands trembling as if afraid of being discovered, and gently placed them on the panties. Then he took a deep breath and used his other hand to pinch the waistband of the panties. Gently, like peeling off a thin layer of skin, he very gently turned the panties down.
He could see that his sister's buttocks were tense too. Using the crotch area as a fulcrum, the small white fabric was completely turned over, revealing beautiful, full mounds. At this moment, Junichi didn't have the courage to pull the panties down with force. Actually, this was enough. This was the buttocks of his sister that he had dreamed of. The buttocks that appeared before him now were more beautiful, more gorgeous, and more fresh than he had imagined.
"How is it? Isn't my butt beautiful?"
"Sister! It's so beautiful!"
Before he could even finish speaking, Junichi couldn't resist rubbing his face against his sister's bare buttocks. He didn't care if he got scolded or kicked. He grabbed the flesh of her buttocks, ran his fingers along the cleft, tasted the deliciousness of her skin with his tongue, and put his nose between her buttocks to smell the scent.
Yoshiko was momentarily confused and tense at this sudden turn of events, but while she found Junichi's sniffing of her buttocks like a puppy cute, the lewd and abusive feeling of her buttocks being played with began to give her an inexplicable sense of ecstasy.
"Sister's buttocks smell so good, they have a sweet scent like her armpits."
The sweet fragrance wafting from her sweaty buttocks caused Junichi's excitement to surge. Yoshiko, too, felt ashamed at smelling her own buttocks, yet couldn't help but feel a dazed sense of self-intoxication.
"Put your finger in my ass!"
But she immediately realized that what she felt on her buttocks wasn't a finger, but hot, wet flesh. Yoshiko's whole body trembled with shock as he thrust in and out.
"Ah, in that place!"
Junichi spread her buttocks apart with both hands and licked her exposed anus repeatedly with his tongue. Of course, no one had taught him; Junichi was simply driven by instinct, finding the shyly clenched anus incredibly adorable, and couldn't help but lick it with his tongue.
"Ah, ah, um," Yoshiko bit her lip, gripping the sheets tightly, intoxicated by the sweet trembling she felt for the first time in her life.
"Ah, oh,"
Junichi's fingers slowly touched her saliva-soaked anus, and Yoshiko's whole body tensed involuntarily. A knuckled finger slid into her lower body. She clearly felt the first joint enter, then the second. When the finger stopped, Yoshiko exhaled deeply. In that instant, an electric shock-like tremor shot from her rectum straight to her back muscles, and Yoshiko's whole body arched as if electrocuted.
"Ah!" The finger inserted wasn't hers, it was her brother's. This thought sent a sweet numbness through her back muscles. The sight of a finger inserted into her anus caused her sister's entire body to convulse, her skin turning pink and sweating. Junichi could hardly believe such a strong reaction, yet he was also deeply moved.
Junichi left the finger inside her anus, sticking out his tongue to taste the flesh of her buttocks, unconsciously rubbing his lower abdomen against the edge of the bed. His sister's panting, whimpering, physical tension, and distressed expression, along with the gradually increasing sweet body odor, all resonated with Junichi, pushing his excitement to its limit. Just as Yoshiko's body trembled with the distorted climax, Junichi's penis exploded inside his underwear.
To avoid disturbing his sister's limp body, he gently withdrew his finger and brought it to his nose. Though faint, it was unmistakably the smell of excrement. To Junichi, it wasn't unpleasant; he didn't perceive it as the scent of his sister's deep flesh, but rather as an erotic aroma.
"No! You can't do this!" Seeing the smell of her excrement on Junichi's fingers, Yoshiko blushed and frantically wiped them with toilet paper.
"It smells so good!"
"You bastard! Pervert!"
Seeing his sister covered in red, Junichi felt a firm conviction. If I'm a pervert, my sister is an even bigger one. For Yoshiko, tonight's actions might just be a small fling, but for Junichi, it was pure arousal. Perhaps it was the intuition of blood relatives; Junichi, amidst Yoshiko's playful antics, had already seen through his sister's hidden truth—she shared the same perverse blood as him.
As usual—no, because of the second day of this perverse game—his sister's attitude was even colder and more indifferent, but Junichi's desire was aroused, filled with confidence in the anticipation of pleasure. Try to maintain a cold attitude, spend more time with that useless fiancé.
Junichi could calmly observe his sister, wearing a provocative swimsuit displaying her sexy body as she played in the sea. Indeed, on this day, Yoshiko deliberately made physical contact with her fiancé, Tatsuo, in front of Junichi, boldly teasing him and leaving him bewildered. However, the more she did this, the more Junichi felt it was his sister's pathetic affectation, arousing his sadistic desires.
Now, Junichi felt his sister's body was nothing more than a delicacy for his own enjoyment. From head to toe, every gesture and movement existed to arouse his lust. No praise was needed; simply making him erect again and again was the best compliment.
Junichi left the beach before them, going alone to the street to buy props for their encounter that night, props for indulging in his sister's body.
"We've finished eating, let's go too! We need to buy some local products to take back!" Yoshiko pleaded with Tatsuo.
"Yes! Junichi-kun, would you like to come along?"
Tatsuo, of course, was unaware of Yoshiko's unease and invited Junichi to go as well.
"No, I'm not going! You two go and enjoy the night view!"
Junichi's lips curled into a mocking smile as he looked into Yoshiko's eyes, and Yoshiko quickly looked away. Yoshiko felt a pang of heartache as she thought that Junichi probably had some ulterior motive.
"Tatsuo, let's go! We were going to enjoy the Okinawa night!" Yoshiko urged Tatsuo, taking his arm as they walked out of the hotel restaurant.
Her buttocks were almost spilling out of her shorts, and she wore sandal-style high heels; her silhouette was no less impressive than a Westerner's. In contrast, Tatsuo, with Yoshiko clinging to his shoulder and his head close to his arm, looked extremely embarrassed. Anyway, a man like that would never dare to engage in premarital sex. Sister, go and come back soaking wet with your plump buttocks; I'll take care of the aftermath. Junichi watched their retreating figures, muttering to himself. Yoshiko,
clinging tightly to him like a leash on Tatsuo's arm, felt uneasy. Wearing only a tank top, the feeling of her breasts pressed against Tatsuo's arm was nothing compared to the burning, stimulating sensation of Junichi's gaze piercing her crotch. Trying to avoid his gaze by walking with her legs tightly pressed together only intensified the heat in her groin. Junichi's sharp, persistent gaze pierced through her hot pants, fixated on her buttocks, never leaving her. Yoshiko had thought countless times to turn around and confirm if Junichi was following her. The wicked sensation of his gaze on her buttocks remained so intense; Yoshiko even felt dizzy.
"I want to see the sea, let's go to the beach." She had no interest in shopping on the street, and to escape Junichi's gaze, Yoshiko also wanted Tatsuo to hold her tightly as soon as possible.
"But we haven't bought any local products yet," Tatsuo said, sounding like a completely clueless little boy.
"No! We're going back to Tokyo tomorrow. How about our dream, a night on the beach?"
Yoshiko was almost frantic. In the past, she tried her best to appear virtuous and gentle in front of Tatsuo, a refined lady who wouldn't be ashamed to be a daughter-in-law of the Otani family. She didn't dislike Tatsuo, who had taken a liking to her, nor did she feel any resistance or pain in pretending to be a well-bred lady. But no matter what, she needed to relieve herself, like last night.
The beach was dark with no moon and starlight, and Yoshiko seemed unable to resist, hugging Tatsuo tightly and pressing her fragrant lips to his. Although Tatsuo hesitated a little, he still tried his best to accept Yoshiko's lips. Yesterday and today, by the second time, he would at least have learned to let their tongues intertwine. Smelling the sweet fragrance, feeling the soft breasts pressing against his chest, the sensation of a woman's body, he could also get an erection.
"Do you think I'm a lowly woman? Do you hate me?" Yoshiko asked, wrapping her arms around Tatsuo's neck, as if she were being coquettish.
"How could I? How could I hate you?"
Actually, Tatsuo didn't have any ulterior motives regarding being lewd or disliked. He was simply confused and at a loss, given Yoshiko's more aggressive physical advances than before, and his lack of experience with women.
"Then, make love with me now, right here."
"What? But in a place like this?"
Tatsuo knew, of course, that his erection was a desire for Yoshiko's body. However, on the beach where someone might pass by at any moment, he lacked confidence in completing his first sexual experience.
"How about we go back to the hotel? Sleep in my room tonight."
"Really? Really?"
Yoshiko kissed Tatsuo again, intoxicated by the hardness pressing against her lower abdomen.
"Back so early, sister!" Junichi's gaze seemed to be scrutinizing her body with a mocking intensity.
"Oh, yes! I've decided to sleep in his room tonight, to let him love me properly." Yoshiko tried to appear calm. Yesterday was just a game; she should be thanked, and there was no reason for her to be threatened, Yoshiko told herself, packing her clothes into her suitcase.
"Sister, that's impossible." A voice filled with intimidation, unlike anything she'd ever heard before.
"You have no right to order me around." Fangzi's voice was tense and a little hoarse.
"Is that so? I think a perverted brother is most suitable for a perverted sister."
Completely different from Junichi before yesterday. Had that one perverted game completely changed Junichi? Perhaps it should be said that the game became the catalyst that exposed Junichi's hidden nature.
"Anyway, call him and refuse. Tell him you're about to play a perverted game with your brother."
"I don't want to! Get out of my way!" Fangzi, holding her suitcase, tried to push away Junichi standing in the doorway.
But Junichi immediately pulled Fangzi's hand away, and with his other hand, forcefully grabbed her breast from her tank top and twisted it menacingly.
"A perverted woman who's happy making her brother lick her asshole, how could she possibly be satisfied with ordinary sex? Sister is a born pervert; she loves being bullied like this." Her grip on her breast tightened, her fingertips digging into her flesh through the tank top.
"No! That's not true! You're lying!" Fangzi dropped her suitcase, trying to pull Junichi's hand away, her face contorted in pain as she struggled.
"It's not nonsense. We're siblings of the same blood, so I know. See, you're starting to feel better, aren't you?" Junichi's fingertips, embedded in her breasts, trembled.
"It hurts! No! I'm going to call for help! I'm screaming!"
"You say things like that, but you know perfectly well you could never do it."
Junichi was absolutely right. It was too late for regrets. The one who ignited Junichi's perverse lust was Fangzi herself. Thinking of this, all strength immediately drained from Fangzi's body. It's my fault, yes, I'm a perverted woman, the kind of woman most suited to be bullied and toyed with by my brother. She felt her body, which had been stiff with pain, slowly relax.
"Sister, look at the bed. I've prepared things you might like."
Fangzi weakly turned her head to look. On the bed were coiled ropes, clothespins, and a pen-shaped flashlight. Immediately realizing the purpose of these items, Yoshiko's body trembled violently, and her hands, which had been gripping Junichi's wrists, fell limply to her sides.
"Sister, you seem quite satisfied!" Junichi said, releasing his grip on her breasts. Yoshiko slid down against the wall.
Now, all she could do was accept her fate, or rather, that's what Yoshiko told herself, enduring the humiliation and torment of her younger brother. She was being tortured all over with ropes, clothespins, and a pen-shaped flashlight. Yoshiko didn't want to admit that she felt any anticipation for this cruelty, so she used her entire body to portray resignation, to act out a helpless act of being humiliated.
Junichi smiled, kneeling before Yoshiko, who was slumped against the wall, and using the clothespins to clamp her nipples from her bucket top.
"Ah!" The intense, stinging pain lasted only a moment, then melted into a feeling of self-intoxication.
"Well then, let's call that kid first." Junichi dialed the phone in the next room, Tatsuo's room, and placed the receiver to Yoshiko's ear.
"Hello! Who is this?" Junichi heard Tatsuo's excited voice, full of anticipation for their first time making love, through the phone.
"It's Yoshiko." Junichi played with the clothespin clipped to her nipple with his other hand, the intense pain contorting Yoshiko's face.
"I'm sorry! I'm feeling a little uncomfortable."
"What? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine, I just want to sleep. So, so it's impossible tonight, I'm sorry!" There
was a moment of silence on the other end. "Well, that's fine too, it's good for us to be like this before the wedding ceremony. I should be the one apologizing, so, rest." Tatsuo seemed oblivious.
"Goodnight!" Yoshiko hung up the phone, and Junichi immediately said, "That kid will definitely cry if he knows how perverted his sister is."
Just a slight twist of the clothespin would elicit a soft cry from Yoshiko. That expression was alluringly beautiful, naturally igniting Junichi's lust.
"Sister. Stand up, and then raise your hands."
Yoshiko, eyes closed, obeyed Junichi's first command. There was no escape now; she had lied to Tatsuo. Thinking of this, she felt pathetic and tears streamed down her face. As Yoshiko raised her hands, Junichi yanked up the tub-shaped shirt, still clipped to her nipples with clothespins.
"Ugh!" *Smack! Smack!* As the clothespins snapped off, Yoshiko couldn't help but scream. Five distinct claw marks were left on her exposed breasts. As the turned-up shirt covered her face, Junichi pressed his nose against her exposed armpits.
"Wow! Such a strong smell! I can't stand my sister's body odor. It's the smell of a lustful woman, the smell of a promiscuous woman trying to seduce men!" Junichi pressed his nose tightly against her damp armpits, breathing deeply, intoxicated by the provocative scent.
"No! I'm embarrassed, please spare me." Hearing Junichi's words, which were a mix of humiliation and praise, Yoshiko also felt a strange sense of intoxication. The body odor she had been so concerned about was now completely unmasked when smelled like this.
"This is a perverted smell, ah, I can't stand it, it's sour and sweet, it's a perverted smell."
With her top still covering her face, her tongue licking under her armpits, and the provocation of her words, Fangzi felt dizzy. Junichi's hands were already sliding down Fangzi's body, unzipping her hot pants and pulling them down sharply. The hot pants and panties flipped up onto her thighs, revealing thick pubic hair. Her snow-white lower abdomen, untouched by the sun, contrasted sharply with the dark hair. Junichi's fingers inserted into the groin of her thighs, which were still clutching her panties.
"Oh! Sister, it's all wet here!"
A muffled sound escaped Fangzi's lips from behind her top-covered face. In her mind, she imagined herself with her hands raised, her face covered by her top, her panties pulled down, her breasts, stomach, and all her flesh exposed—a pitiful sight.
"Ugh! It stinks! Sister's cunt has a strong, perverted smell too!"
Junichi's nose pressed down from her pubic hair to her soft labia. Shame flushed Fangzi's entire body, causing her to sweat profusely. Of course, she could have easily lowered her hands and pushed her despicable younger brother away, but she was completely immersed in his perverse desires and filthy words, experiencing a strange sense of intoxication with her pitiful self.
"Sister." Junichi suddenly stood up, pulled up the shirt covering Fangzi's face, and whispered in her ear to the dazed Fangzi, "Sister, do you want to be tied up?" Fangzi's heart trembled, because Junichi was right. She was almost at her breaking point from this humiliation without being tied up. Her pitiful acting had reached its limit; she longed for the pain of being tied up with ropes—that would be much more comfortable.
"Isn't it? I want to tie you up, don't I!" Junichi hooked Fangzi's chin with his fingers, and Fangzi nodded slightly.
"Then take it off! Take off all the clothes that are in the way, so you're completely naked!"
Fangzi glanced at her brother's bulging, veiny member, and her body trembled involuntarily. Under Junichi's hot and cruel gaze, Fangzi took off her top from her head, and her hot pants and briefs from her feet, revealing her naked body to her brother.
"Hurry up and tie me up!" Being completely naked and defenseless, and constantly being humiliated by Junichi's gaze, Fangzi felt sad and couldn't help but say this, her whole body flushing even more deeply.
"Hehe, sister is such a pervert! Okay! Turn your body around and put your hands behind your back."
Fangzi did as Junichi said, turning her back to him and overlapping her hands behind her back. Seeing her buttocks naked made them appear even more lewd and seductive, completely different from the healthy beauty she wore in her swimsuit during the day; her entire buttocks had become a sex organ only to seduce men. Junichi deliberately rubbed his penis against his sister's buttocks, first tying her hands, then tying them two or three times around her breasts.
"It hurts! Don't be so rough!"
But such pleas only fueled Junichi's lust. His breasts were twisted in shape. Junichi bound Fangzi's arms and breasts, then pushed her onto the bed, making her lie on her back. This would make her nipples more prominent. He clipped clothespins onto her nipples and pulled them down, repeating this motion repeatedly, even rotating them backward and left and right after clipping them.
"Ah, it hurts!" Fangzi writhed in pain.
"Sister, don't you like being tortured like this?"
The intense pain distorted Fangzi's face, and she whimpered, yet she began to feel aroused under this abuse, evidenced by the sticky sweat and the increasing concentration of her sweet and sour body odor. And Junichi, without a doubt, noticed this as well. After playing with her breasts to his heart's content, Junichi solemnly and slowly lifted Fangzi's legs, arching her body. Then he took out two ropes and tied her legs, which were almost touching her head, to the bed rails for support.
Fangzi's body was more flexible than most, allowing her groin to be fully exposed. For a woman, there was probably no more shameful position. Before even being touched, Fangzi had already closed her eyes, panting with a pained expression.
"Sister, you look amazing like this, what a view! I can see your vagina and anus clearly!"
"Ah! No! Ahh!" Fangzi's whole body tensed, and honey-like fluid flowed from her vulva.
Junichi picked up a pen-shaped flashlight, used his other hand to part her labia, and inserted the flashlight between them. Fangzi's body trembled, the tip of the flashlight coated with a sticky liquid, which emitted a faint light, like a creature wriggling slightly in the sea.
"Ahhh, no!" Fangzi's voice trembled with gasps.
"Hehe, that's right! Sister actually prefers her anus more than this, right, you perverted sister?"
Junichi said, sliding the pen-shaped flashlight, soaked with a large amount of her vaginal fluid, from her perineum towards her anus. Fangzi's leg was stretched out straight. Junichi rubbed the chrysanthemum-shaped opening with his fingers, then inserted a pen-shaped flashlight into the small fleshy hole.
"Ahhh! No! I'm going to cum! Please, put it in, put your cock in there?!"
Junichi couldn't help but reveal a smug smile. What kind of sister would be bullied and humiliated by her own brother, and the more she was bullied, the more her lust burned and she demanded more torture?
"Okay, I know, I'll put my cock into this perverted woman's ass!" After saying that, Junichi immediately changed his position and pressed down on Fangzi's body from the opposite direction.
"Sister, let's lick each other properly first."
Junichi put his lower abdomen on Fangzi's face, crawled down like a frog, and put his mouth on her vulva. At the same time, Fangzi opened her mouth like a goldfish taking bait and took her brother's glans into her mouth. Junichi desperately licked the anus that emitted a strong stench. When he put saliva on the anus with the tip of his tongue, the small anus tightened and twitched slightly. These organs seemed designed specifically for torture.
Under his sister's intense, single-minded sucking, Junichi almost felt his penis explode in her mouth, so he quickly lifted his buttocks. After getting up, he looked again at his sister's naked body, bound and lying on the bed. Her hands were tied behind her back, her breasts were bound several times, her body was bent into a shrimp shape, and one leg was raised high above her head and tied to the bed. Faced with such shame, she displayed an extremely pitiful posture, yet still maintained a dazed expression, panting and twisting her body, her anus writhing in pursuit of anal humiliation—a sight that could only be described as alluring.
Now he was going to enjoy a carnal feast, a frenzied feast, with his sister. Junichi felt deeply moved, then pressed down on his sister's body. His sister's legs straightened, and her whole body tensed. Their saliva-covered penises and anuses rubbed together.
"Ugh," Junichi groaned, gripping his own penis, and thrusting forcefully into his lower body. Yoshiko trembled all over, her breathing stopped, and a look of pain appeared on her face.
"Ugh..." He heard a soft "plop" sound; the head of his penis had indeed pierced his sister's anus. Junichi supported himself with both hands, thrusting with all his might.
"Ah!" A sharp scream escaped Fangzi's throat. A burning pain shot from her buttocks straight to the top of her head.
Junichi's penis, experiencing a pleasurable sensation as if it were about to break, groaned involuntarily. Frowning and shaking her head, she let out intermittent moans from her wide-open mouth; her sister's dazed state was both pitiful and beautiful. Junichi couldn't move; the slightest movement would shatter the delicate balance of pain and pleasure, and his sister's body would crumble with a scream.
The pulsation of his rectum and the throbbing of his penis merged into one, causing their bodies to pulsate in unison. The sweat pouring from their bodies intensified the sweet and sour scent, fueling the man's lust. Junichi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, reveling in the womanly scent that only his sister could possess. The climax arrived suddenly. His penis was gripped tightly by the narrow vaginal opening; something hot surged up within the tight flesh. Feeling this, Junichi's blood boiled, rushing downwards, his entire body pulsating and spasming.
"Ouch! Ugh!"
The moment Junichi's throbbing reached deep into Yoshiko's body, a hoarse cry escaped her lips, and Yoshiko's body stiffened as if in a spasm. The bed railings binding her feet creaked. Junichi, having vomited everything, tried to lift his lower body.
"Ouch!" His not-yet-completely-shrunken penis couldn't be pulled out of the tight vaginal opening. Junichi could only press his weight onto Yoshiko, waiting for time to pass.
"Wow! It's covered in my sister's poop!"
As his shrunken penis emerged from her anus, even though only a tiny bit of his sister's excrement was on the tip, it was a cruel statement to Yoshiko, who was still enjoying the sweet afterglow of their bodies. Her body tensed involuntarily, and she couldn't help but clench her teeth.
"Sister has to wash me clean. You did this."
Yoshiko felt uneasy and confused when Junichi untied the ropes binding her feet. Even when you're allowed to lie freely on the bed with your body stretched out, your numb lower body doesn't feel like your own.
"Ah! No!" It turned out that Junichi had pulled up her chin and rubbed his penis, which had been inserted into her anus and was covered in excrement, against her sister's nose.
"No, no!" Aside from the smell of semen, the smell of excrement was unmistakable.
"Quickly lick it clean! Sister, it's your own stuff, it won't be dirty."
With her nose pinched, she had no choice but to open her mouth. Even if she shook her head desperately, the penis was easily inserted. Tears streamed from her tightly closed eyes; there was no other way. Fangzi didn't even have time to indulge in her own sorrow. As if resigned, she began to suck on the penis covered in her own excrement, not knowing what it tasted like, only feeling uncleanliness.
"I can't take it anymore, please stop!" Unable to hold back her nausea, Fangzi spat out Junichi's penis.
"Okay, it seems to be clean now." Junichi said, leaving Fangzi's body.
"Please, let me rinse my mouth." Because of the intense feeling of filth, she couldn't swallow the saliva that had accumulated in her mouth, which dripped from the corners of her mouth.
"Yes! Sister!" Junichi picked up Fangzi, cradling her almost powerless body as he led her to the bathroom, her hands still tied behind her back.
"Come on, please."
He turned on the sink faucet, but he just stood there, ignoring everything. Fangzi had no choice but to put her face under the faucet herself. The strong water made her choke; not only her face, but her hair was also soaked. Junichi had gone mad, exceeding the bounds of a game, and Fangzi trembled with fear.
"Now it's my turn!"
"Please, spare me! No more!"
"Yes, I understand, sister! I'll let you go after I clean your anus."
Junichi picked up the limp Fangzi and made her kneel in front of the bathtub. Then he made her bend over, raising her buttocks. Fangzi felt all the blood rush to her head, and she felt dizzy. But she didn't even have the strength to speak, let alone resist.
"Open your anus wide and wash it clean with the shower water." Chun-ichi's white, sticky fluid flowed from her raised buttocks.
"I'm going to start washing!"
One second, two seconds, three seconds. Warm liquid poured onto her tense, clenched anus. That wasn't shower water! Instinctively knowing what that sticky substance was, a reflexive chill ran through her body, goosebumps rising.
"Ah!"
"A shower is a shower, but a golden shower!" A gush of urine hit her clenched anus.
"No! No!" Yoshiko shook her head desperately, trying to lift her body, but she had no strength.
The stinging pain in her anus, the sensation of the fluid spreading from her anus down her back, made every hair on her body stand on end. He's gone mad! Chun-ichi has gone mad! Chun-ichi's urine flowed from her back to her neck, then into her hair. Overwhelmed by extreme uncleanliness and disgust, Yoshiko almost fainted. But at that moment, a strange, inexplicable pleasure arose in Yoshiko's heart.
Fangzi desperately tried to dispel the unbelievable, yet unacceptable, sweet tremor. Her back muscles were shaking, but Fangzi knew it was a mixture of disgust and sweetness. Perverted woman! Ah! You're a perverted woman!
The sound of Junichi's urine hitting her anus wasn't just Junichi's; it was undoubtedly Fangzi's too.
We were both lost in love.

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