My brother saw me off

It rained all day, and on the way home, I was in a daze until Fuping hugged me tightly, and I realized I was already home.
I tidied my rain-soaked hair and smiled at my cute little sister.
I felt a little relieved to be alive, but also a little lost.
"Sis~~ Did you bring any meat back?"
...Maybe I had simply forgotten something.
"Ah...I...forgot..."
"Sis...you promised me..." Fuping's disappointment was palpable.
"I'm sorry...I'll definitely bring some next time, so many things happened today." "Sis, are you trying to get away with this? That's so mean..." Fuping pouted.
"Jiawen." Just as I was about to explain, my father, sitting on the sofa, spoke.
"You really didn't bring anything back?"
"Um...yes..." I lowered my head apologetically.
"Xincheng!" My father shouted upstairs, his tone unusually serious.
"Bring me that knife from my room!"
"Huh? Okay." My brother's voice was somewhat puzzled.
That knife, our whole family knows, was the butcher's knife my father used when he was a chef. Since he retired, it's hung on the wall of his room, its blade about 60 centimeters long, gleaming with a sharp metallic sheen. Countless girls have lost their young lives to this knife.
For this long-forgotten treasure to reappear in the field, it certainly couldn't be anything good.
A sense of foreboding began to creep into my heart.
"Dad…Dad, what are you trying to do…?" I felt my voice trembling.
"Xiaowen..." Dad gently stroked my head, "Do you remember the promise you made before you left?" "I...I remember..." I vaguely understood something, and hurriedly continued, "But you should also know that I was just joking back then..." "Whether you were joking or not isn't the point. The point is how others perceive you, right? Do you know that Fuping, and even our whole family, have been waiting all day for your promise?" As Dad spoke, he reached out and took the large knife from my brother. Veins like tree roots covered his aged hands. Although his skin was gradually loosening, his thick muscles still retained their former grandeur. He gripped the knife tightly, his knuckles cracking, and the gleaming blade instantly emitted a terrifying killing intent.
"So, I must kill you now!" Dad's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and the blade trembled. As a former professional butcher, his years of experience had given him an irresistible authority; it seemed that just his gaze could make a girl paralyzed with fear.
I wanted to run away.
Perhaps I should say I had no choice but to run.
But my feet were glued to the ground like cement, unable to move an inch.
"Xiaowen, how many times have I told you? The most important thing is a person's reputation and conduct, especially for those of you in the waiter profession. Your image in front of others is far more important than your life. Don't you realize this yet?" I knew very well.
Perhaps I wasn't really afraid of death, but when faced with such a situation, I always unconsciously wanted to escape.
Sometimes, once you escape, you might want to keep escaping.
Some say that a girl's life is a process of learning how to face death. As a waiter, I didn't even have this awareness; it was truly shameful.
No wonder Xiaofang was so disappointed in me.
"I understand what you're saying," I lowered my head, feeling somewhat ashamed.
"It's not that I want to kill you today, but that you decided to die yourself. Since you made that promise this morning voluntarily, you have an obligation to fulfill it. As Fu Ping's sister, if you break your word like this, aren't you setting the worst example for Fu Ping? How can elders be trusted if they don't keep their word? How will your younger siblings feel guilty accepting their elders' teachings in the future? Besides, you work in a restaurant; where has your spirit of sacrifice and dedication gone? If you still want to live a life of shame today, you don't even deserve to be my daughter!" These words left me ashamed and unable to lift my head.
I've run away from life too many times. Even if I continue to run away, perhaps what remains won't be the same person I once was. Is a life of constant contempt really better? "
I knew it was right...
" Dad grasped my trembling shoulders and whispered, "Xiaowen." Dad loves you, which is why he wants you to be a good person. You're beautiful and kind. How could Dad not be heartbroken if you died? But because I love you, I don't want you to go down the wrong path, ruining our family's reputation and your entire life..." "Mmm..." My vision began to blur, and I couldn't help but hug Dad tightly.
Although I was afraid of death, I had to face it when the time came.
"Dad, so Sister really has to..." Fuping said, hugging me tightly from behind.
"Mmm." I turned around, holding back my tears, "Yes, you'll be eating my flesh for dinner." Fate is cruel. I thought I could escape this ordeal today, but in the end, I still had to face my own death.
Strangely, I no longer felt the same fear as I did in the restaurant.
Perhaps, after knowing my fate, I felt less anxious than before.
I know this is the path I'm meant to take.
"Well... Xiaowen, Dad will let you choose. Whichever method of execution you desire, Dad will try his best to fulfill it." Dad nodded approvingly at me. "Consider it my final way of expressing my love for you." "Okay... let me think about it..."
Actually, for me, there was nothing to consider. I love beheading, I always have. But Dad letting me choose gave me more room for imagination, allowing me to fantasize about many different ways to die. And these ways of dying, once spoken, could immediately come true. This strange feeling inexplicably excited me.
"No need to think about it, Xiaowen. Fuping knows you love beheading, right? Every time you look at food magazines, you're always fixated on the beheading theme. Anyone can guess that I really want my neck to be chopped off like that." Fuping chuckled, pretending to chop my neck with a hand chop. Before I could even scold this mischievous sister, I realized my cheek was already burning hot from the moment she chopped me.
"Hmm... I want to be beheaded..." I think my face must be frighteningly red right now.
"Alright, Daddy will grant your wish. My specialty used to be beheading, so you can rest assured." "But… I have one more request…" I said, stealing a glance at my brother standing beside me, who seemed desperate. "I… I want… I want to be beheaded when I reach my climax…" Before I could finish, I was too ashamed to lift my head.
Then, a pair of strong arms tightly embraced me.
"My dear little sister, let me grant your wish, okay?" came my brother's voice.
That jerk of a brother.
But only him…
"You pervert…" I struggled awkwardly in my brother's arms, but his strong arms made my heart race.
"Don't say that! After all, I always take good care of you." His lips gently touched my right ear, the scent of a mature man swirling around my nose. "My dear little princess, could you grant your brother's humble wish on this last day…?" His soft hair danced in the wind, the familiar feeling making me smile softly.
I knew, Brother Xincheng was just a little perverted.
"After I leave... don't... do anything to Fuping..." Lying limp in Xincheng's arms, I was already panting slightly, unable to control myself. I didn't directly answer my brother's question, but my body had already given him the best answer.
"Don't worry, you know I respect girls' feelings, like that day..." "Stop talking..." I turned around and silenced my brother's mouth with my own.
"Cough!" My father's cough interrupted our intimacy. Only then did I realize that my father had been silently watching everything from the side, and even Fuping was staring at me with great interest, making me feel incredibly embarrassed.
"Ah... Dad, is it okay...?"
"If I said no, would you still stop?" My father looked at my brother's left hand kneading my breast vigorously, while his other hand was brazenly rubbing inside my skirt.
Before I could answer, a wave of tingling and numbness rushed up, and I could only blush and groan in my brother's arms.
"But I have a condition," Dad said seriously, his smile fading. "Xincheng, you can't take off Xiaowen's clothes before she's beheaded. I want Xiaowen to give her life as family, as Sister Fuping, not as livestock." "Okay!" Xincheng agreed excitedly.
"Then, I'll prepare from the side. Xiaowen, just call me when you feel the time is right, and I'll give you a quick death." Dad said confidently.
"Okay..." My face flushed red. The image of myself being beheaded had been swirling in my mind for a long time, and my sensitive lower body had already become wet without me even realizing it. This
wasn't the first time I'd made love in front of others. After all, working in a restaurant, there were always some customers with such preferences. But now, being teased by my brother under the watchful eyes of my family, besides a strange embarrassment, there was also an indescribable excitement.
Perhaps it was because they were family... to show my most wanton side to the people I knew best.
My brother took a rope and tied my hands tightly behind my back. The rope, embedded in my flesh, made my hands feel swollen and tight. Although it was uncomfortable, I must admit I really enjoyed the feeling of being restrained.
"Does it hurt...?" he asked softly as he tied the knot.
"No..." I obediently let him shape me to his liking. Turning around, I saw Fu Ping staring at me intently. Feeling a little embarrassed, I could only give her a silly smile.
"Sister..." Fu Ping seemed lost in thought.
"Hmm, what's wrong?"
"Ah... nothing... I just think... Sister looks so pretty now..." Perhaps Fu Ping hadn't truly accepted the fact that I was about to become flesh.
"Alright." My brother turned me to face him. The thought of performing my final, and most lewd, act in front of my family still made me feel a little uneasy.
"Relax, Xiao Wen, I believe you'll do well." He hugged me tightly.
Perhaps, this is what men are like. Sometimes their lewdness is disgusting, but when they're gentle, they can make a girl feel weak all over.
"Smells like cantaloupe." He smiled, his gentle breath brushing against my ear. But his right hand, already restless, slowly lifted my short skirt from behind.
"Mmm." I nestled in his arms, my legs slightly parted, letting my brother's fingers roam between them. "But you only ever smell cantaloupe." I smiled.
"I've always loved this scent you have, it's uniquely yours, sweet but not cloying." My brother sat down on the sofa, holding my head and ordering me to stand in front of him, legs apart, bending down to lick his groin. Since my skirt had been lifted up, my position now exposed my snow-white, plump buttocks to the family members present, with only my most private area barely covered by my soaked pink panties, which looked even more sexy and alluring against my black stockings.
The shame and embarrassment were indescribable, but what could I do? I knew very well that all I had left was the obligation to obey.
I seemed to hear my father swallowing.
"Dad! Why don't you join in too, while Xiaowen's little hole is still free?" My brother seemed to have noticed my father's desire.
"Hehe, Dad's getting old! I won't embarrass myself in front of the young people anymore. Now I just want to enjoy myself. Look at this perky butt, it's making my mouth water..." Dad said, pinching my butt hard, making me whimper with my mouth full of his penis.
"My sister's oral skills are pretty good too. Look, she's only been sucking for a short while and she's already aroused me." My brother said, closing his eyes and breathing comfortably. He held my head in his hands and unceremoniously thrust his penis into my mouth.
"Enjoy it, soon your head will really be in my arms..." My brother said between breaths.
"Mmm..." I mumbled, my vision obscured by my long hair, unable to see Fuping's reaction.
Perhaps, what I care about most is Fuping. As a waitress, I'm used to being humiliated by men, but my current state is something Fuping has never seen before. More than thinking about how my brother will play with me, I care about my image in Fuping's eyes; more than worrying about how I'll die, I care about how Fuping will view my death.
After all, Fuping has always been my most cherished sister.
No matter what my fate, I only hope that I will still be a good sister in Fuping's heart.
Perhaps all I can do is hold onto hope. At least, I chose what I believe is the right thing to do.
With heavy breathing, my soaked panties were roughly ripped off by my brother. With his help, I obediently spread my legs and straddled his, letting him grasp his already hard, purplish-red penis and unceremoniously shove it into my already dripping vagina, preparing for the second round of attack.
I know that when I climax, I will instantly become a headless female corpse convulsing, but when death truly arrives, imagining my body being so cruelly decapitated, the headless body still sensually exuding its last remaining life force, the violently convulsing and trembling body spraying blood, displaying another level of beauty, always makes me unable to resist. It's as if with the cut of the neck, my soul is also liberated, dancing my body in the wildest posture. I straddle my brother, swaying my body
up and down in coordination with his movements. The buttons of my shirt on my chest have already been opened, and my pink lace bra has been pulled up, revealing my round, snow-white breasts. At this moment, my brother is holding my buttocks, guiding my movements, while burying his entire face in my breasts that sway with my body, smelling the scent of his favorite cantaloupe.
I groaned, enjoying the pleasure of my vagina being stretched and rubbed open. I knew this was my last time; soon, my living body would become a lifeless piece of flesh, mercilessly cut into pieces and turned into a dish on the table. My body would cease to exist. If I didn't cherish every moment, it would be such a waste.
Dignity was no longer necessary for me; it would only hinder my enjoyment of sex.
I thrust my chest forward, letting my brother frantically bite my nipples. The thrill and tension of impending decapitation transformed into an irresistible excitement that burned through my body. The tingling and sharp pain from my nipples almost drove me mad. The sounds of our bodies colliding and rubbing together, accompanied by the wetness, sent waves of intense, tingling sensations through my body like electric currents.
At that moment, I moaned wantonly.
"Xiaowen... will you hate me?" My brother, his penis still inside me, asked softly.
"What if I do... what if I don't... oh..." I closed my eyes, raised my chin, and enjoyed the sensation, letting my full breasts sway in front of him.
If Dad were to strike right now, it would all be over... "I just... want to... apologize..." The man seemed a little lost in thought.
"I don't hate you." I interrupted him, my vision blurring.
But it doesn't matter anymore. Whatever the man in front of me had done, it wouldn't change my fate.
My brother seemed a little guilty as he held me in his arms, letting me breathe heavily in his ear as I trembled slightly.
"It's almost over..." The man's gentle whisper always left me defenseless.
"Mmm..." I blushed.
"Finally, let's use your favorite position." My brother helped me up from the sofa, standing in the open space of the living room, and told me to stand with my legs apart, gesturing for me to bend over.
"Why do you like this position?" My brother grabbed my hands, which were tied behind my back, and lifted my short skirt with his other hand.
"Haven't you asked me that many times?" I bent over, somewhat amused and exasperated. "I don't know myself, I just like it." "I just wanted to see if your answer would change..." He said, carefully combing my hair and tucking a strand of my long hair behind my neck.
I lowered my head, knowing this was my final fate.
Her long, slender legs, clad in black high heels, were spread apart, appearing even more alluring and sexy against the backdrop of black stockings. Her short skirt had been lifted, revealing her rounded buttocks. Her hairless pubic area glistened with the luster of the man's recent penetration, and a few playful droplets of moisture seemed to be slowly trickling down her thighs. Her white shirt was stained with sweat from the recent intercourse, making her pink lace bra even more clearly visible. The buttons at the chest were undone, and because of her bent-over posture, her two round, full breasts broke through the thin fabric, hanging down her chest, her erect nipples swaying with her slightly rapid breathing.
Whenever her neck was exposed, she always had a strange feeling, as if the nerves in the back of her neck had become instantly more sensitive. The slightest breeze would bring a peculiar tingling sensation, gently spreading throughout her body.
At this moment, I knew this was the last time I would expose my neck. Soon, the exhilaration of having my skin ripped open would cause my blood to gush out. As I imagined this scene, my vaginal fluids began to seep out again.
"Brother…do you believe in fate?" I asked, looking at the ground.
"Isn't that a cliché question? Those who believe will always believe." He grabbed my hands, which were bound behind my back, and with the other hand, he supported my buttocks, thrusting his hard penis deep into my vagina once more.
"Maybe I'll come to like this position, just for this day…" I whispered.
Perhaps the position of a man entering from behind always reminds me of the guillotine…the feeling of a fantasy coming true sometimes makes it feel like a dream.
"Huh? What did you just say?" My brother's voice mingled with the slapping sounds of his penis hitting my buttocks.
"…Nothing." I smiled, unusually calm.
Perhaps the reason I wasn't killed in the restaurant was for this moment…dying for the sake of it all, perhaps, was the best ending.
I looked down, watching my lower body being frantically thrust into by the man. Occasionally, overflowing vaginal fluids would drip directly onto the ground from the gap between our bodies, and my snow-white breasts would sway violently with each thrust.
And that seal was still proudly imprinted on my lower abdomen.
"Brother, take good care of Fuping." I was still a little worried.
"Sister, I'm already so old..." I could hear her pouting.
It seemed like she was even choking up a little.
"Hmm! My good sister, your cunt is getting tighter and tighter!" My brother gripped my buttocks and thrust in forcefully.
Feeling the man's penis writhing inside my vagina, I couldn't help but close my eyes, letting everything from the past flow through my mind.
And the contractions of my vagina grew more and more intense with my arousal.
What I loved most was always this feeling of being conquered. It was embarrassing to say, but it was the truth.
It seemed that deep down, I also believed that being decapitated was the most suitable way for me to die.
I opened my eyes, watching my breasts sway with each thrust, my long legs trembling as if they couldn't support my brother's onslaught, which always sent waves of excitement through me.
I remembered Xiaofang saying that the sexiest girls are those who express themselves freely on the guillotine.
So, am I sexy now?
"Xiaowen," my brother asked, panting, "If there really is a next life, would you still want to be a woman...?" "...Yes." I bit my lip, panting as I tried to suppress the waves of pleasure surging from my vagina.
"...Why?"
"Because...I..." I gasped, waves of intense tingling sensations already assaulting my head.
"Xiaowen...?" my father asked alertly.
"Um...Dad...I...oh..." I groaned, lifting my head, a violent orgasm beginning to erupt from my vagina.
"Xiaowen, why?" my brother asked anxiously.
"Because..."
I wanted to continue, but a strong tingling sensation began to assault the back of my head. I heard my father shout, and then felt a chill on my neck as my voice was abruptly cut off. The ground in front of me began to rush towards me rapidly. After a violent impact, I could only watch through the gaps in my hair as the floor beside me was gradually splattered with beautiful, bright red.
I tried to turn my gaze. A pair of beautiful legs in black stockings and high heels were still trembling, trying to maintain their original posture. Looking up, I saw that the short skirt had been lifted up to the waist, and the man was still desperately occupying the space between the legs, which were dripping with lustful fluid. He seemed to want to seize the last moments and feel the woman's remaining wantonness. The snow-white abdomen twitched slightly under the shirt, and the C-cup breasts were still swaying sexyly with the man's movements. And the snow-white, flawless chest was connected to a section of bright red severed neck, and youthful blood was still gushing violently from the severed neck cavity. From this angle, I could vaguely see the white trachea still bubbling with blood and the severed cervical vertebrae.
The jarring sight shocked me, but I knew instantly that the headless woman was myself. The headless woman, devoid of her usual composure, trembled violently before the man, her high heels clicking rapidly against the ground with each convulsion. From her constantly leaking vaginal fluids, I could tell this headless girl was still in the throes of intense orgasm, appearing even more delicate and beautiful under the man's strong arms.
When I was truly there, everything before me felt like a dream.
Perhaps even I couldn't accept it all.
However, I didn't regret it.
Everyone has their most poignant moment, and perhaps today I will forever remain in my family's hearts.
I remembered a time when I was little, in the park, my father holding me tightly as I cried after being bullied by my brother, gently comforting me.
"Because I love you."
If there is a next life, I would gladly offer my body again.
Looking at my headless body, still convulsing, I couldn't help but smile slightly, letting the youthful crimson of blood fill my vision.
[The End]

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