Incest within a family during the Spring Festival

I woke up at 8:30 on the first day 　　of the Lunar New Year and secretly glanced at my sister. Tears were streaming down her face. She turned over and said, "Don't touch me.
" I lay down on the bed too and chatted with her casually.
I said, "I never thought my brother-in-law was that kind of person. I'd noticed something was off between him and Mom a while ago."
My sister didn't answer.
I muttered to myself, "Do you know when it started?"
Last summer, my sister was still completely still.
I remembered. Last summer, my sister and brother-in-law took Mom and Dad to Lushan. Dad couldn't go because of work, so Mom went alone. My sister missed her last-minute tutoring class, which led to Mom and brother-in-law's affair. I guess that's when they started hooking up. "
Didn't you give your brother-in-law a warning?" I was furious.
One is our mother, and the other is my husband. What could I say? My sister was still sobbing. "
I never thought Dad was such a beast in human form," I said.
My sister said, "They were doing it yesterday. I saw it. How could you find a girlfriend like that? You
might not even marry her in the future, you little slut."
I lay on the bed fully clothed. My sister asked curiously, "Don't you always sleep naked? It must be
tiring to sleep like that." She knew I slept naked because I always slept with her when I was little, until I was thirteen, when the house was small.
I joked, "I was afraid of scaring you, haha. Pshaw, what haven't I seen?" My sister laughed through her tears.
I don't remember much about the past, but I vaguely remember liking to sleep with my sister in my arms. My favorite position was lying on my side, hugging her waist, my penis against her butt. Even though I didn't understand much then, it felt good instinctively. Did my sister ever play with my little penis back then?
I took off my clothes, slipped naked into the covers, and said mischievously, "Sister, can I sleep with you like before?"
My sister looked at me with a mixture of affection and wariness. "You're all grown up now, you can't be naughty, okay?"
I knew my sister was good to me, and I always respected her. I started to act a little spoiled.
My sister crawled into bed, and I put my arm around her waist. "Wow, so cautious, wearing so much." "Wearing too much must be uncomfortable, sister." With my encouragement, she took off her sweater, revealing only her underwear and bra underneath. "
What are you going to do then? Is your husband always a womanizer?" I asked, trying to make conversation. "I
don't know. I was always scared when your brother-in-law came with me; I had to wear a condom." "
Mom's really pitiful, but it seems like she really likes your brother-in-law?" I knew my sister and Mom had a good relationship. "
Your brother-in-law is so rough; Mom has suffered half her life raising us, sigh..." Suddenly, as if remembering something, my sister grabbed my ear and said, "Did you go inside Mom that day?"
I grimaced and said, "Good sister, didn't you see that day?" "How could I dare..." My sister smiled, a smile so elegant and beautiful. "Good brother, you and Mom are the closest people to me. I don't want you to do anything incestuous."
I pretended to be ignorant. "What's incest? Is incest that terrible?"
Incest is when you put your thing inside Mom's, incest will give birth to monsters!
If you don't put it in, then there won't be monsters, so it's not incest, right?
Probably, my sister hesitated a bit.
So, like my brother-in-law and Mom, having sex without blood ties, that's not incest either, right?
This… I can't really say for sure, my sister hesitated for a moment, "Probably not!
" Then Dad and you aren't related by blood either…
What nonsense are you talking about? My sister got a little annoyed. That old lecher has been eyeing me all along. I slapped him once, and he didn't dare do it again.
That little slut is already promiscuous; I dumped her later. I'd be really jealous if anyone else touched my sister.
My sister seemed a little touched, snuggling even closer to me. My sister is past her prime; I hope you find a good wife in the future, live a good life, and stop messing around like this…
"I hope to find a woman like you in the future..."
Silly boy, my sister snuggled closer to me, her hand unconsciously touching my already erect penis. As if remembering something, she chuckled, "You've changed so much in the years... and you're still so capable!"
I immediately thought of her sparse pubic hair, her rosy vulva, and how much bigger and harder her penis had become. Was she saying I was bigger and thicker than my brother-in-law? I grabbed her hand and placed it on my penis. She tried to pull away a couple of times, but couldn't, and under my pull, she wrapped her arms around it.
It wasn't as thick as his, but it seemed longer, and more capable.
Her hands were so soft; it felt so good. "
Pengpeng (that's my nickname), look at them all messing around like that. You...you won't hate me, will you?"
"Sister, no, I like seeing you happy." I hesitated, but I was also feeling very aroused. "Sister, can you help me?"
She hesitated for a moment, then her small hand began to stroke my penis faster. My hard, throbbing penis just wouldn't give in, and I grew increasingly impatient. "Sister, how about you use your mouth...?"
Yesterday, you helped me release with your mouth. Once you've done it the first time, the second time isn't so difficult.
Sister bent down and began to suckle greedily. I positioned her in a 69 position, lifted her panties, and pressed my tongue against them.
Today, I'm really having problems. No matter how much you help me, I just can't ejaculate. It's so frustrating!
"Sister, how about you do it like Mom...?"
Sister seems a little tired too. "Pengpeng, you can't bully your sister... If you do something incestuous, I'll never forgive you... No, sister, don't worry." I impatiently climbed on top of her, pulled off her panties, and rubbed my penis between her thighs.
My penis rubbed against her tender vulva, our pubic hair brushing against each other. The flesh around her vulva was so tender, it felt amazing. I rubbed my penis up and down vigorously, and my sister seemed to enjoy it. Her vagina was already wet and slippery. Reader, want to know what it feels like to have your penis held vertically between your labia? Go home and try it with your wife—one word: amazing! Soon I felt it too. I lifted my hips, and my semen spurted from my big penis onto my sister's vagina, along with her vaginal fluids—it was incredibly pleasurable.
My sister pushed me off. I quickly found a piece of toilet paper and stuffed it into her vagina. My sister took the paper, wiped herself a few times, and tucked it between her legs. I was exhausted. I hugged my sister's waist, like when we were kids, and pressed my limp penis against her buttocks before falling asleep. When I woke up on the morning
of the second day of the Lunar New Year,
the sunlight shone on the bed, and my sister was still fast asleep. My penis was hard as a pillar again. But I didn't want to disturb my sister any longer, so I covered her with a blanket and got up.
I went to my mother's bedroom, hugged her, and nestled her in my arms. Naturally, we ended up in the same bed.
My mother, nestled in my arms, was so delicate and beautiful, so fragile and helpless. I'm almost an adult now; I should be more considerate of her in the future. I pressed my lips to her forehead, gently wiping away her tears with my tongue. She pulled away, said "Sleep," and fell back down. My arm was resting on her pillow, and her head fell to my arm. She didn't say anything more. I suddenly remembered her affair with my brother-in-law, and a sense of contempt welled up inside me, yet I couldn't suppress my feelings. "
What's so good about my brother-in-law? Mom, have you considered my sister's feelings?" "
Don't say anything more, Mom is also feeling terrible." She buried herself even deeper in my arms.
I said something even more vicious: "Does your brother-in-law's penis feel good to you?"
"What did you say?" My mother was truly angry, pulling away from my arms. She was a woman too; her body began to tremble.
I grabbed her head and said, "I'm sorry, Mom! " "
What?" My mother looked confused. "
I'm sorry, I penetrated you that day."
"Well, it's not your fault."
I stared at my mother's sexy, upturned lips, recalling the passionate scenes between her and my brother-in-law, and a devilish thought arose in my mind: I wanted to have sex with her.
"Mom, I want to go in again!"
"Pengpeng, what are you saying?" "I'm your mother." My mother paused. "We've already missed our chance, let's not make the same mistake again." "
Since we've already missed it, what's the harm in making it again?" "Mom, please!"
Then I pressed my lips to my mother's, my body pressing against hers.
My mother struggled, but gave up after a while. She simply kept her mouth tightly shut, preventing my tongue from entering. My body began to move on top of hers, her large breasts carrying me like little boats. My mother was only forty-six, yet her body was so well-maintained, her skin fair, delicate, full, and flawless. No wonder my brother-in-law was so infatuated with her.
My mother's gaze was complex; I couldn't decipher it. Was it shyness, fear, avoidance, or encouragement? "
You've grown up, Mom is so happy, really." Mom put her hand on my penis. "You lasted over forty minutes in the living room that day, you're young after all, but... but you should take care of your health." At the end, Mom's expression seemed a little shy, and a little expectant.
I put my hand on Mom's vagina, which was already overflowing with moisture. I took off her bra and positioned my penis at the center of that overflowing swamp. "
Mom, I'm going in," I said, and with a strong thrust, I penetrated Mom's vagina.
Mom's vagina was so warm. Just like I observed that day, Mom's vagina was a little wide and a little short, meaning her clitoris was shallow. This kind of vagina wasn't really a good fit for Dad's penis, making it difficult for Mom to achieve pleasure. But my penis was thick and large, able to reach her clitoris and stretch her vagina; Mom should feel very comfortable.
Mom reacted quickly, Pengpeng, baby, fuck Mom's cunt... fuck... Mom likes... my good son... fuck Mom's... cunt to death, I thrust in and out, fucking Mom until she trembled all over, baby... fuck... Mom lets... you fuck... fuck Mom to death... ah... slower... baby... fuck Mom to death... ah... ah... oh... oh... good son... Mom likes... ah... oh... Mom's juices flowed everywhere, wetting my pubic hair. My penis was also wet, covered in Mom's white fluid. I controlled the speed of my ejaculation, I wanted Mom to ride on top of me.
Mom rode on my body, her eyes glazed, moving up and down, it felt so good, I touched Mom's breasts, thrusting upwards, ah, I want to shoot inside Mom's cunt... At this moment, the door was suddenly opened, and my sister rushed in. Damn it, the door wasn't closed!
My sister was obviously stunned by the scene of my and Mom's flesh fight.
Although Mom was still on top of me, she was clearly startled. I was incredibly nervous, not because of my incestuous relationship with Mom, but because of my sister—my beloved sister had once said, "If you dare to do incest, I will never forgive you."
The scene was incredibly awkward. My sister's face, contorted with rage, grew increasingly ugly before she turned and stormed out.
Mom pulled off me, not even bothering to wipe herself, and threw on a coat before following her out.
This was it; my image in my sister's eyes was completely ruined. What else could a man who slept with his own mother be but a pervert? I was filled with remorse. But it was strange; why was my sister in Mom and me's room so late?
After a while, Mom came back and said, "Go sleep in the living room. Your sister and I are in this room tonight." It turned out my sister and brother-in-law had been arguing all night. My sister wanted to have sex with my brother-in-law, but he refused. (Was it because he was still thinking about Mom?) They argued for a long time, and their words became heated. My brother-in-law even hit my sister and said some very hurtful things, like, "Didn't your little pussy get quite comfortable last night, didn't it?" Mom didn't have time to explain to me in detail and just sent me to the living room.
The living room was so cold. The lights in Mom and my sister's room were still on, and the doors were tightly closed. I peeked into the study; my brother-in-law looked listless too, and it seemed Mom hadn't given him a good look either.
The long night was so hard! On
the third day of the Lunar New Year
, when I woke up, it was already bright. Mom and my sister's doors were still closed.
At lunchtime, Mom and my sister finally came out. My sister's eyes were red and swollen; she looked like she had been crying half the night. But her face was very pale, and she wouldn't even look at me.
Mom and I silently went back to our room, looking completely lost.
Mom made the bed without saying anything.
Actually, I really wanted to know what she and my sister had talked about last night, and why my sister hated me so much.
"Do you know who your sister likes the most?" Mom asked, speaking up first.
"Could it be me?" My heart skipped a beat.
"Yes, your sister cares about you the most," Mom seemed to read my mind. "Your sister is actually very conflicted. She avoids you because she likes you, she chose to study in another city because she likes you, she married far away in Xiamen because she likes you, and she's afraid to see you often because she likes you.
This girl, even Mom can't persuade her. She likes you, but she doesn't dare do anything immoral, and she doesn't want to see you do such a thing. Sigh, it's all Mom's fault!
She said she likes it most when you hold her while she sleeps, and only in your arms can she sleep soundly. It's not that she doesn't want you to sleep with her, she's afraid.
Then why did she choose Dad instead of me tonight? She hates that old rogue.
Isn't it because you hurt her heart?!"
I couldn't help but feel a surge of sorrow. My self-destructive sister, who hurt whom more?
I was in a daze all night, feeling nothing. I took off my clothes, got into bed, and went to sleep. In the darkness, it felt as if someone was gently caressing my penis, guiding it into a warm, moist place. I involuntarily thrust in and out hard. I knew nothing else; all I wanted was my sister, who was perhaps being ravaged at that moment. Her sparse pubic hair was being pulled by a rough hand, her tender little vagina was being penetrated by a large penis, she was moaning, she was crying, her heart filled with my name, her brother's name, while her body was being entered by another man. I woke up on the morning
of the fourth day of the Lunar New Year
. My mother was still fast asleep in my arms. My soft penis pressed against her vagina, where the thick pubic hair had been disturbed. I straightened my body, and my penis also straightened, erect—a morning erection.
Mom was sleeping soundly, her breathing even, her large breasts rising and falling gently. I touched her vulva; it was still a little wet. I pressed the head of my penis against her opening and rubbed it a couple of times—it felt good, I liked the feeling. After a few rubs, I couldn't resist thrusting in, enjoying the long, warm feeling inside. Not wanting to wake Mom, I pulled out after a few thrusts.
I went to the living room; it was still early. All the doors were closed. I quietly went to my sister's door; there was no sound. I pushed it; it was locked. I went to the balcony and looked inside, and what I saw made my eyes sparkle. My sister was lying on her side, seemingly still half asleep. Dad was holding her from behind, his thick, large penis thrusting in and out of her. That old lecher, he doesn't even waste this little bit of time! I don't know how many times he's fucked my sister's vulva all night! Dad seemed very careful, gently manipulating and playing with her until finally ejaculating a large, white stream that gushed from my sister's vagina. "
Do whatever you want," my sister said, then lay down on the bed without even taking off her clothes.
I was terrified. What I wanted was my sister's heart. If I just took her body like this, what difference would I make from an animal?
I knelt down in front of the bed with a thud, tears streaming down my face, and pleaded, "Sister, please forgive me. I'm so sorry. You're the person I love most, the person I care about most. I love you, sister, I was wrong. Please forgive me! If you don't forgive me, I'll never get up again."
My sister remained motionless. There is no greater sorrow than a dead heart. I must revive my sister's dying heart. I know I can.
So I knelt before the bed and started recounting our childhood, from gathering pig feed together to going to school together, all the way to her university entrance, her job, and our marriage—all these years of love and longing I've felt for her.
I recounted details like how we slept embracing each other, how I liked to tuck my legs between hers, and how I liked to press my penis against her buttocks. Three whole hours passed, and my sister only turned over once. I rushed over, still kneeling before her, only to find tears streaming down her face. I couldn't help but embrace her and weep.
After what seemed like an eternity, my sister pushed me away, saying, "Get up, I forgive you." Then she got up and walked to the mirror, staring blankly at herself. I followed her, bewildered. "
I need to take a shower," my sister said, lifting her face, her expression suddenly filled with grief and anger. "That beast slept with me five times last night…" she cried, tears welling in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, sister," she sobbed.
All I could do was hold my sister tightly, my frail, pitiful sister.
I prepared the water, and my sister went in and showered for a long time. When she came out, her hair was wet, and her eyes were much brighter. "Go take a shower too," my sister said.
When I finished showering, my sister was already in bed, her back to me. I took off my clothes and slipped in naked. My sister was also completely naked, except her white buttocks were still facing away from me.
I placed my hands on my sister's waist, lingering on her lower abdomen, the softest part. It led up to her breasts and down to her pubic hair, but I didn't touch her vulva. Such a sacred place, my dirty hands would defile it.
Touching was my language, our language.
Quietly, I fell asleep like that.
I don't know when, but I woke up. It must be almost dawn. The light was still on, and my sister seemed to be asleep. So beautiful, serene like a goddess. I gently kissed the corner of her mouth. My hand was still on her lower abdomen, now it wandered to her breasts, so soft, the large nipples seemed about to pop out. My hand moved to the base of her thighs, a delicate patch of flesh. My brother-in-law is such an insatiable man, having such a beautiful sister and still chasing after other women, what a fool. I leaned down, gently examining my sister's vulva, that sparse patch of pubic hair was exquisite, like what? A peach blossom grove. What does the Peach Blossom Spring describe? During the Taiyuan era of the Jin Dynasty, a fisherman from Wuling made his living by fishing. He was quite the expert at it! He followed the stream, lingering along this beautiful little river, reluctant to leave. Suddenly, he came upon a peach grove, stretching for hundreds of paces along both banks. It was truly a beautifully arranged grove, with lush grass and fallen petals, just like the peach grove on my sister's side—it was so enticing! The grove ended, the water ceased, and he found a mountain—the source of the stream. This was it! I placed my fish at my sister's burrow entrance, much to the fisherman's surprise. So I abandoned the boat and entered through the opening. Of course, it was strange; even I couldn't resist. There was a small opening in the mountain, seemingly emitting light. I gently parted my sister's labia, revealing her tender, red vagina, so deep it was intoxicating. I gently inserted my middle finger; at first, it was extremely narrow, barely allowing passage—it was tight enough. After taking several dozen steps, it suddenly opened up. Hehe, I dared not go any further. My sister's womb must be that paradise, right? I dared not; I was afraid of waking her. But I believed that inside my sister was the most beautiful paradise. The paths crisscrossed, the sounds of chickens and dogs could be heard, there were fertile fields, beautiful ponds, mulberry trees, and bamboo groves… My penis, without me noticing, was hard and erect. Looking at my sister's red opening, I felt incredibly uncomfortable. I wanted to insert it, but I dared not. Should I wait a little longer? So I moved my glans to my sister's vaginal opening and rubbed it against that tender, pink flesh. It felt so good! My sister's vagina started to flow, the stream was rising, and my glans was like a waterwheel in the stream. Hehe, it was fun.
Afraid of accidentally inserting it, I gently leaned over my sister, using my elbow to support my body, and wrapped my penis in her labia majora and minora, vertically, not horizontally, just like before, and rubbed it. It felt amazing; my pubic hair was covered in my sister's vaginal fluid. My sister still didn't wake up, but her legs were slightly parted. I accidentally lost my balance and fell onto my sister's large breasts. My sister groaned, her eyes still closed. I carefully rubbed, my body unconsciously pressing down on her, and her hands unconsciously went to my waist.
Perhaps I got carried away; I didn't even realize when my penis became erect. I knew my penis was facing my sister's clitoris! So, with a sudden force, I actually inserted it into my sister's vagina. I froze, too afraid to move. Suddenly, my sister opened her eyes and stared at me blankly. I tried to pull out, but before I could, her hand, which had somehow landed on my buttocks, pressed my penis back in.
"Sister is yours now," she said, then closed her eyes and turned her head away.
I remained trembling with fear, but my body involuntarily began to thrust.
I don't know how long I went on, only that her vagina became increasingly wet. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and was about to ejaculate. I tried to pull out and ejaculate outside, but my sister held me tightly, preventing me from pulling out. So, with a shout, I ejaculated my thick semen into her vagina.
I rolled over weakly. My sister still seemed asleep. I held her in my arms, filled with boundless love.
"Pengpeng, you must swear to me that you will always be good to your sister," she said, her eyes still closed. "I swear,"
I said, "I will only love you in this life, I will marry you, and I will love you forever."
My sister covered my mouth with hers. "Silly boy, we're siblings. Close relatives can't marry. But I'm so glad you have this intention." "
Sigh, if we really did commit a sin, Pengpeng, then let me go to hell!"
"No, sister, neither of us needs to go to hell. I want to give you a lifetime of happiness. If close relatives marrying will produce monsters, then we won't have any. I just want to be with you!"
My sister covered my mouth with her lips, then extended her tongue. I caught it, gently swirling it around, a sweet and blissful feeling. We held each other like that until dawn. It's
the fifth day of the Lunar New Year
. My sister is going back to Xiamen tomorrow. Our time together is always so short. My sister and I are still locked in the house, a large quilt covering our bodies. We make love whenever we get an erection, trying every position. My sister is very compliant, cooperating fully with me. When Mom came to bring us food, I saw she was limping. I asked her, but she wouldn't say. Had her brother-in-law ruined her vagina? I only care about my sister. In her arms, I'd rather melt into a puddle of water. Qingjie passed away
on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year .

I took them to the station, and my sister's eyes were filled with sorrow. I knew it was love for me, and I felt a heart-wrenching pain. My dear sister, you are mine.
Mom tidied up and went back to her room and got into bed, as if I didn't exist. I had no reason to stay in Mom's room anymore, since the study was empty. But thinking of how Mom walked with a limp, I couldn't help but ask her what was wrong.
Mom didn't speak.
"Did you have a fight with your brother-in-law?" "
Your brother-in-law is a pervert," Mom said angrily. "That night, he actually stabbed Mom there with a beer bottle.
Are you hurt? Are you alright? Let me see?"
Mom still didn't speak. I went over, pulled back the covers, and Mom tried to cover herself, but I forced them off. I pulled down her underwear, and oh my god, Mom's vagina was so swollen! That brother-in-law is a beast in human form! "
Should we wash it with salt water?"
"It hurts, never mind."
"Or, or I can lick it for you, saliva can disinfect."
So I bent down and started licking Mom. My mother didn't refuse again.
At that moment, there was no sexiness involved; it was simply me fulfilling my filial duty as a son.
That night, I slept beside my mother; she needed warmth too. My hand grasped her breast, just like when I was a child, and I slept soundly that night.
Postscript:
Six months later, I graduated smoothly and found a job in a city near my hometown. I started work a month and a half later.
My mother and father had also separated and I heard they were going through divorce proceedings. My mother moved back to our old little home, saying we were all grown up and had nothing to worry about. I told her that once I was settled, I would bring her over so she could enjoy a happy old age.
There was no news from my sister; it turned out she had kept it from us. She and her husband divorced; they had no children. Marriage was easy, and divorce was easy too. I don't know if her philandering husband dumped her, or if she simply couldn't tolerate him anymore?
During the period before I started work, I lived with my mother and slept with her at night, for some reason. Maybe it was because my mother was still young, and her vagina was itching after not having sex for so long? Maybe I was young and vigorous, with too much semen, and feeling uncomfortable? After all, Mom is a woman, and a young and beautiful one at that. But in my mind, only sex with my sister was real sex. One day, during sex, Mom told me something unbelievable.
That day, I was thrusting into Mom's vagina, and she was moaning like a good boy. Suddenly, a question popped into my head: "Mom, are we committing incest? You don't seem to be committing incest at all."
Mom, still panting, said, "We're not committing incest.
You're my biological mother, and I'm fucking your vagina, how can it not be incest?"
Mom hesitated for a long time before finally telling me, "You're not my biological son, baby. You're the son of Peipei's (my sister's name) uncle. Your biological father died early, and your mother remarried and moved away. Your uncle, my husband, adopted you. You were still young then. Later, my husband died, and I remarried to this father."
So, my sister and I aren't biological siblings either?
"Hmm, she must be your cousin!"
I couldn't help but shout with joy, "That's great!" My mother looked at me strangely. "Even though you're not my biological son, I've always raised you as my own."
I didn't listen to what my mother said anymore; I knew enough. I thanked my mother for telling me this good news; I wanted to thank her properly. So I worked even harder on her until she rolled her eyes and begged for mercy.
The next day, I boarded the train to Xiamen.
My sister was surprised to see me; she had lost a lot of weight, but was still fresh and beautiful. I told her the news, but she didn't believe me. So I took her to the hospital for a blood test. The test results confirmed our conclusion, and we couldn't help but embrace each other in the hospital.
So I made up my mind, turned down my job back home, and came to Xiamen. I wanted to be with my sister; I wanted to marry her. There was no one we knew here; we would start our new life here.
On our wedding night, we were entwined together, not getting out of bed for days, doing nothing but making love. My sister's vagina was still so tight, so alluring; we thrust in and out wildly. My sister was very happy. One day, she suddenly thought of her mother and wondered if they should bring her over too, since her mother was still her biological mother, and mother and daughter are connected.
I was a little hesitant because of my ambiguous relationship with my mother. What if she made demands of me again after she came over? So I told my sister, my wife, and my Peipei about my concerns.
My sister was also hesitant. After all, her mother was her biological mother. "Why don't we find her a companion?" she said. "But
how can we find a suitable one so quickly? What if she finds that lecherous man again?" My concerns weren't unfounded.
My sister suddenly slapped her forehead, "That's right, she's not your biological mother. Even if you sleep with her, it's not incest." "
I don't care," she said, "but can you handle it?"
"Silly brother," she said, "Mom raised us. Helping her solve her problems is filial piety."
So I agreed and brought the woman I used to call "Mom," who is now my mother-in-law, who had sex with me, and who was still so infatuated with me, to our little home in Xiamen.
My sister had told Mom about our decision long ago, and Mom was very touched. So, on the night Mom arrived, we prepared a welcoming ceremony. The ceremony was quite simple: after a bath and dinner, we welcomed Mom into our room. My sister massaged Mom's legs, and then I went up and had sex with her. When I forcefully thrust into Mom's vagina, she was so moved that tears streamed down her face.
From then on, I lived a life with one wife and one concubine. When my sister had her period, Mom was there; when Mom had her period, my sister was there. Often, the three of us slept on one big bed, with my white buttocks and white legs on either side of me. One day, I secretly took a super-powerful pill, which made my sister and Mom unable to get out of bed the next day.
[The End]

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