Unable to escape her sister's palm

From the time my younger brother was born when I was seven, all of my parents' love shifted to him. So, when I was little, I would often bully him, either stealing his food or playfully slapping his head when he wasn't looking. Every time I saw his puffed-up cheeks and the tears in his eyes, I felt a sense of triumph mixed with pity. To see more of that expression, I came up with all sorts of bizarre ways to tease him. But my brother was still very attached to me. However, after he started elementary school, he began to deliberately distance himself from me. I racked my brains to come up with new tricks to attract his attention, but they only made us drift further apart. I was helpless in the face of this situation and could only watch as a piece of my heart was torn away.

In my senior year of college, my parents started getting busy with work, and they entrusted me with the important task of supervising my younger brother's high school entrance exams. Although I now had to deal with my professor's thesis and my brother's exams, I also wanted to have a chance to get closer to my brother. So I asked him to share a room with me. Although he refused on the grounds of gender differences, with my parents' approval and my pressure, he had no choice but to move his necessary belongings to my room. I organized my thesis on the coffee table in the room, while he prepared for the exam at his desk. One day in early May, I had to go to school to discuss my thesis with my professor, leaving my younger brother home alone. During my conversation with the professor, I was still worried about whether my brother would study diligently and whether he would go hungry. When the professor finally let me go, I rushed home, but as soon as I got there, I rang the doorbell, but there was no response for a long time. In the steamy heat, my anger also... The anger started to rise, so in a fit of rage, I used the key to open the door. Once inside, I found that my younger brother wasn't studying in my room; instead, he had run back to his own room and locked the door. Seeing this, my anger reached its peak. After finding my brother's room key, I unlocked his door. I was about to rush in, but I decided to open it a crack first to see what my brother was doing.

I wish I hadn't looked. I saw my brother watching porn and masturbating, wearing headphones! Good grief! This kid was ignoring me being out in the sweltering heat, masturbating in his air-conditioned room! This was intolerable! In a fit of rage, I kicked his door open and slapped him across the face. My sudden action enraged him, but faced with my volcanic expression, he could only kneel on the floor in fear. In my fury, I unleashed a torrent of abuse on him, making him feel utterly worthless. His head drooped lower, his cheeks swelled, and tears welled in his eyes. But his penis didn't shrink; instead, it grew harder from my scolding. Seeing this, a mischievous thought crossed my mind. I ordered him to strip naked and stomped on his penis. Seeing his face alternate between pain and pleasure, I became excited too, and my hand involuntarily began to stroke my own genitals. Just as he was about to ejaculate, I stomped hard, and hot fluid gushed from my sole, splattering onto both of our bodies. Afterward, I threatened him not to tell anyone. Two weeks later, the exam results came out. My brother had performed poorly and only got into a remote high school in the northeast corner of the country.

In the tranquil town in the northeast corner of the city, my parents entrusted me to my second uncle who lived there for the convenience of attending school. I went to and from school with my little cousin. The schoolwork was not as complicated as in the city. I made new friends and even got a girlfriend. Most importantly, I finally got rid of the female demon who had been entangled with me for 15 years. It was worth all my efforts to manipulate my grades and college choices. I was able to enjoy a very pleasant life in the seaside town in the northeast corner. However, these carefree days came to an end on that day.

That day, because our Chinese teacher was on maternity leave, we needed a substitute teacher. Amidst the whispers of my classmates, I learned that the teacher was a young and beautiful woman with shoulder-length hair and a prestigious university degree. Being in my adolescence, I naturally started to fantasize, imagining a female teacher with long hair, wearing a suit, with a slender figure and a face that resembled an idol star.

At that moment, the teacher standing on the podium writing my name shattered my beautiful illusion. That name, so familiar it was almost unrecognizable, that face deliberately hidden behind thick glasses—no doubt, that person was my own sister, whom I avoided like the plague, the female demon who had controlled my life for fifteen years. On the podium, she answered the students' questions one by one, and when she talked about our relationship, she deliberately looked in my seat. To avoid making eye contact with her, I deliberately lowered my head.

After school, my older sister called me to her car and told me to get in. However, instead of heading to my uncle's house, she drove to a guesthouse in town. After I got out, she led me to my room. My luggage had already been delivered by my uncle's family. With my sister's help, I unpacked it quickly. It was almost dinnertime, so she told me to do my homework and review while she waited.

At dinner, we chatted about our recent lives. It turned out that after I moved to my uncle's house after getting into high school, my parents' work became even busier, and my sister was often alone at home. She had been looking for teaching opportunities at various schools, and after learning from a friend that my school had a vacancy, she moved to the guesthouse in the northeast corner of the city to work and be with her only brother. At the request of a friend studying abroad, she took on extra work besides her school job. Besides her job, she also had to manage a friend's guesthouse. Of course, my sister had informed my second uncle before moving here, and asked him not to tell me first. She also asked me to move her luggage to my sister's place while I was at school. My sister has always been like this, meticulously planning everything around her, even the dishes on the dinner table, all designed to tantalize my taste buds. But this only made me more afraid of the woman in front of me. I wondered what kind of prank she was planning to play on me this time.

After dinner, I called my second uncle to let them know not to worry. On the phone, my second uncle kept praising how obedient and sensible my sister was, and told me to listen to her and help her whenever I needed it. Halfway through the phone call, my sister suddenly stood behind me, startling me. She gestured in my ear for me to be quiet and continue the call, then pulled her penis directly from my crotch. While talking to my uncle and aunt, I tried to prevent myself from getting an erection in that situation, but under my sister's soft and skillful fingers, all my efforts were in vain. So I could only suppress my near-orgasm while continuing the call. Finally, just as I hung up, I managed to resist the urge to ejaculate. Seeing this, my sister stopped what she was doing and quickly pulled her pants back up, leaving them stained with my semen.

I politely declined my sister's offer, quickly washed my semen-stained clothes and put them in the washing machine, then went to the bathroom alone. Just as I was rinsing off, the bathroom door opened, and my sister walked in wearing a towel. I wanted to ask her to leave, but she said that the family needed to save money, and rinsing together would save on the water bill. So I quickly rinsed off and left the bathroom.

That night, I left only one light on in my room and locked the door to prevent my sister from sneaking in and playing pranks like she used to. I was awakened in the middle of the night by a sudden gust of cold wind. I wanted to get out of bed to close the window, but as I tried to get up, I found the light was already off, and I was disheveled. My body was entwined by the tentacles of another woman lurking in the darkness, completely extinguishing any remaining sleepiness that had been extinguished by my fear of the dark. At that moment, a soft female voice whispered in my ear from the darkness: "Little brother, it's me, your older sister! I can't sleep, I want to chat with you." But hearing the true identity of the woman's voice didn't put me at ease; instead, it made me even more nervous. After all, she loved to keep me awake at night, and I tried my best to defend my weaknesses, waiting for her next move. But she maintained her original posture and didn't attack, only whispering in my ear: "My naughty little brother!! Are you trying to escape your sister by manipulating scores and aspirations?"

Startled by her question, I could only timidly reply, "Yes!" As if understanding something, she continued, "I know I'm sorry for what I did to you then. I really only did it in the heat of the moment. I know you won't accept it even if I say this, so how about I atone with my body?!" Taken aback by her words, I quickly struggled free, but the force of my movements only loosened her loose robe. Beneath the robe, her slender figure, untouched by any intimate clothing, was revealed, as openly as the sincerity in her voice. Stunned, I could only let her attack my penis under the cover of night. Rationally, I wanted to push her away, but her skilled mouth and tongue made me hold her hair tightly instead. Just as I was about to ejaculate, she stopped abruptly. As I was wondering what was going on, I saw her take off her robe, gesturing for me to let go, and then she lay naked on my bed. Her initiative startled me, and I hurriedly said, "An apology doesn't need to go this far! This kind of thing should be done with your future brother-in-law." At this moment, my sister smiled slightly, pushed me down on the bed, kissed me on the forehead, scolded me in the ear as a little pervert, and then put on her robe and left. That night, I masturbated for an hour before falling into a deep sleep.

After several nights of this entanglement, coupled with her arbitrary appointment of junior teachers, I gradually became overwhelmed. However, the thought of the upcoming long weekend next month cheered me up again, as I had finally saved up enough money to take my girlfriend to the movies. But then a bolt from the blue struck me...

On the first day of the holiday, I was supposed to go to the movies, but my sister dragged me into the car. It turned out that my parents were going to reunite with us this holiday. I was going to call them in the car to cancel the date, but my sister told me that she had already informed her of the cancellation. So, with no other choice, I could only join my sister in the family activity. When we got home, my sister and parents chatted happily, while I just stared blankly at my phone, which annoyed my parents. At this point, my sister had to smooth things over and explain that I was distracted because of the upcoming exams. After hearing this, my parents were relieved.

I spent most of the holiday at home. Besides my sister's occasional pranks, I also had to deal with my parents' gossip, making me feel like I wasted the vacation. Back at school, my girlfriend seemed a bit distant. No matter how much I tried to be friendly, she only responded coldly. So I had a friend inquire for me, and I found out that while I was busy with my teaching job, she had already gotten very close to a senior on the school basketball team. After our holiday date was canceled, she happily went out and had a blast with him. Now, I had no choice but to tactfully keep my distance. We each continued our ordinary school lives until a text message shattered this tranquility.

My sister was preparing dinner in the kitchen, while I was flipping through TV channels in the living room, looking for something interesting to watch. Suddenly, my sister's phone buzzed with a text message from an unknown number, but the message infuriated me! It turned out the message was from that senior student, thanking my sister for her advice on how to woo my girlfriend. I suppressed my urge to storm into the kitchen and confront her. Driven by impulse, I pretended to be calm while eating with my sister, but my responses to her were basically just "uh-huh" and "oh" to get through the motions. It wasn't until she tentatively mentioned my girlfriend that I finally snapped and retorted: "Anyway, with your help, we've already broken up. Are you happy now? To you, I was just a toy to pass the time when you were bored, wasn't I?" Then I slammed the bedroom door. No matter how much my sister cried and screamed, I ignored her. Several hours later, I went to the refrigerator in the kitchen to get a drink, and saw my sister lying asleep on the sofa in the living room, exhausted from crying. Although I was still angry with her, out of sibling affection and concern that she might catch a cold, I had no choice but to carry her back to her room. With great effort, I finally settled her on the bed. Looking at her sleeping face, I even felt a slight flutter in my heart, but the memory of how she maliciously caused my breakup quickly dispelled that feeling, and I prepared to get a drink and return to my room.

From that day on, we didn't exchange a single word. At school, we only greeted each other politely, and at home, apart from a few words of response, we basically went our separate ways. Time flies. Our Chinese teacher announced in the class group chat that the baby had turned one month old and it was time to prepare to return to school after the holidays. My older sister was also ending her nearly eleven-month internship and preparing to go home. On the day of the farewell party, everyone in the class felt very reluctant to part. After all, besides being beautiful and a dedicated teacher, she had helped many people solve their problems. Although she had the flaw of liking to play pranks on me, she was truly a wonderful woman. However, none of that mattered to me as I was about to regain my freedom. I just wanted to go back to my second uncle's house and continue my carefree life away from the emperor's reach.

On the last day before my sister had to leave, she was cleaning up to hand the guesthouse back to her friend. For convenience, she was only wearing a loose t-shirt, almost like a dress, and probably shorts underneath—enough to make one's imagination run wild. I, however, didn't care and continued tidying diligently, eagerly anticipating returning to my uncle's house. Just then, my sister opened my door, locked it from the inside, and wasn't about to let me out. Before I could ask her what she wanted, she kissed me on the lips. Her clumsy lips and tongue danced in my mouth, and I responded just as clumsily. We kissed for over a minute before finally pulling away. Then she said, "It seems that a first kiss still can't be as effective as my nightly 'night raids' on my brother." "My brother's so skilled!" she said, ignoring my stunned expression. She pushed me down onto the bed. Seeing her so proactive, I abandoned my reserve and responded to her advances. Through her loose t-shirt, I began to fondle her breasts, only to realize that she hadn't been wearing a bra before coming in. To confirm, I touched her lower body—oh my god!!! She should have been wearing underwear or... The area around my hot pants was only covered by damp buds; it seemed my sister was really going all out this time. So, in response, I hurriedly took off my own pants. But whether it was from nervousness or the inconvenience of using only one hand, seeing such beautiful flesh and being unable to enjoy it was incredibly frustrating. Seeing this predicament, my sister simply smiled slightly and then, with practiced ease, removed my... Seeing this, I jokingly said, "Looks like you've accumulated quite a bit of experience during your four years of university!!" But my sister wasn't about to back down and retorted, "Yeah!! Every time I raid you at night, I take off your pants, you little lazy pig, and even use my legs to hold you so you sleep so soundly after so many times. If you were a girl, you would have been taken advantage of long ago!!" At this point, I shouted, "Well, well!! Your sexy sister has finally shown her true colors. I'll fuck you to death!!!!" I pulled her up and pinned her down in a doggy-style position. With my sister's cooperation, we finally joined together. I marveled at the tightness and perfection of her vagina. Amid her moans, I sensed that she also found my penis to be the perfect size. We didn't move much, but quietly savored the moment. But having finally gained control, how could I let this opportunity slip away? So I started moving my hips from slow to fast, and my sister, initially at a loss, began to move back and forth violently in response to my movements. We both shouted obscene and lewd sounds, and finally, we both reached orgasm simultaneously. Our faces flushed, we embraced each other and drifted off to sleep.

I woke up from my dream to find it was only a little past 4 a.m. My sister had already woken up and gone back to her room. On the table, I saw a transfer exam application and a letter. The letter said that while cleaning my room and unpacking my luggage, she found my high school entrance exam answer sheet and discovered that the questions I got wrong were ones that my sister and I had reviewed with repeatedly. Although she was suspicious, she initially thought it was just carelessness, but after the internship... After checking my grades at high school and comparing them to my actual academic performance, she realized she had been tricked by her own brother. Starting with that night's raid, she meticulously took numerous photos and videos of us. On one hand, she encouraged the older student to pursue my girlfriend; on the other hand, she used her position as a junior teacher to distract me, allowing the older student and my girlfriend to develop their relationship. My parents were also part of her scheme, a diversionary tactic to ensure the older student could successfully confess his feelings to my girlfriend. The letter concluded by telling me I either had to accept the transfer exam and attend her new school, or I had to expose the photos on school walls and in class groups, making it impossible for me to stay at school. Faced with this dilemma, I pondered deeply…

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