An end is also a beginning

Incest isn't a high peak, where you experience the joy of success upon reaching it.

It's a precipice; you can walk past it or avoid it altogether, but if you take that
step, you'll find there's no turning back. And you're not falling straight down; there are
unseen steps leading downwards. With each step, the next step disappears, leaving you
suspended in fear, endlessly descending. What lies below, you don't know.

However, the pleasure derived from depravity is often far more intense than that of normal conduct, a fact
I can assure you of with certainty, having already made love to my mother several times.

And today, I'm about to take that crucial step again. I'm going to the lake in the mountains near my hometown to deflower my
older sister. Shamelessly, I feel brimming with energy as I plan this.

Summer vacation is already more than halfway over; I should take advantage of the remaining heat to go to that lake with my sister for
a refreshing swim, shouldn't we? This kind of opportunity doesn't come every day.

When I told my sister at my grandmother's house that I wanted to have my first time with her on the mountain, she
looked at puzzled expression, wondering why I'd chosen such a place. Actually, I'd wanted to go there for a long time; I'd originally wanted my mother
to go with me, but now it seemed like my sister was the one to go.

After lunch, my sister and I each made an excuse and left my grandmother's house separately. I even
secretly grabbed a towel when no one was looking. I waited for my sister at a dilapidated thatched hut we had to pass on the way
up the mountain. When she arrived, we went up the mountain together.

Along the way, my sister and I admired the scenery. It had been so long since I'd been to this mountain in my hometown, everything felt so
new and exciting. My sister and I felt like we were really there for a leisurely stroll, almost forgetting that we were going to do *that* kind of thing.

After walking for about an hour, we finally reached our destination. To be honest, if it weren't for the villagers growing tea on
the mountain and having a clear, frequently used path, we might not have found this lake.

The lake was semi-circular, formed by water flowing down from higher up the mountain. Could there really be a lake at the very top
? I don't know, and I'm not interested. After arriving here, I suddenly remembered the purpose of
this trip.

I quickly stripped off all my clothes, then jumped lightly into the lake. The lake
wasn't deep, only reaching about halfway up my thighs. In the sweltering summer heat, the cool lake water was incredibly refreshing.

I looked back at my sister and saw her looking around, probably checking if anyone was nearby. Actually,
we hadn't seen a soul on the way here. I thought she was shy, so I mischievously splashed water on her,
soaking her clothes instantly.

My sister glared at me, then slowly took off her clothes.

Under the midday sun, my sister revealed everything to me. Her fair skin glowed slightly golden in the
sunlight , her face was like a red apple, her full, rounded breasts rose and fell
, and below her flat stomach was a beautiful dark triangle. Her legs were so long and straight.

I was stunned. My sister looked like she had stepped out of a painting. She went into the water, slowly walked to
my side, and then hugged me tightly.

My sister's body was trembling slightly, and I knew it wasn't from the cold lake water.

She rested her head on my shoulder, her firm breasts pressing against my chest. The
initial slowly faded, replaced by a surge of intense lust.

I hugged her tightly, kissing her passionately, wanting to meld her into my own body.

My erect penis pressed against her lower abdomen, and she grasped the hot, throbbing rod with her cool little hands
. I kneaded her plump buttocks with both hands, my fingers squeezing into her cleft and rubbing up and down,
eliciting soft moans like a small animal.

We had already done plenty of foreplay, and I could no longer restrain myself. So, while still kissing her, I
pulled a large rock by the lake.

My sister understood my intention; she climbed onto the rock and lay down. Standing in the lake
, I could see her untouched virgin territory between her slightly parted legs.

I climbed onto the rock, leaning over and pressing myself against my sister. I
kissed , tasting every inch of her body with my lips. She held my head, her eyes closed, savoring
the tenderness her brother brought her.

When I kissed her lower abdomen, she opened her eyes, her gaze filled with shyness, deep affection,
and a hint of longing. Then she slowly opened her legs, revealing everything about herself.

The neat, thick black forest, the hidden door beneath, was tightly closed but already slightly moist, as if
ready to welcome her first guest. I stroked the crevice in the middle with my hand, and my sister trembled
slightly, softly calling my name. I knew it was time, and pressed myself against her again.

I whispered "sister" in her ear, and she murmured back in mine. I slowly thrust in,
and she hugged me tightly. I fully felt the heat and tightness inside. When I met that barrier, I
knew that what I had longed for was finally about to be mine.

I took a deep breath and thrust forward with all my might, penetrating deep inside my sister. She
cried in pain. At that moment, brother and sister were truly united.

I dared not move, though I longed to. I held my sister, my lower body pressed against her without moving.
After her cry of pain, she gripped my back tightly. In the bright afternoon sun, the two of us, brother and sister, were pressed
tightly together, motionless for a long time.

I don't know how much time passed, but my sister's grip loosened slightly. I looked up and saw tears
streaming down her face. I didn't know if it was from the pain of her first time or something else. I tenderly licked away her tears,
but they only flowed more.

Before I could say anything, my sister softly said, "Finally, I've granted your wish, you
naughty little brother." Then, she kissed me with unprecedented passion, while her lower body moved slightly.

I was already bursting with desire. With my sister's prompting, I began to slowly rock back and forth. I dared not be too
violent, but I didn't stop either, slowly leading my sister to experience that intoxicating pleasure.

My sister began to receive the hard object's thrusting in and out without moving her lower body. After about ten minutes of this rubbing,
my sister became wet enough. I knew that my sister was finally starting to feel it, so I increased the pace.
The squelching sounds from our point of contact reached our ears.

The warm, soft flesh of her virginity enveloped and squeezed me. With each deeper penetration, I could feel her
becoming increasingly wet. I thrust harder and harder, and she couldn't help but moan. I knew that a woman's first time
was more painful than pleasurable, so I quickened my pace, not holding back.

Just as I reached my peak, I lifted my head, staring intently into
her She looked back at me, and I ejaculated inside her.

After I finished, all my strength seemed to have been drained away. I rolled over and collapsed
next to her, while she lay
there .

We lay there like that for a while. When I reached out to touch her, she
sat up . She looked between her legs, at the spot where my brother had just penetrated her, and saw a trickle of blood
flowing onto the stone, the pattern looking like someone had casually scribbled it with a red pen.

My sister suddenly started crying softly, which startled me. I instinctively hugged
her from behind, and she let me hold her, but didn't stop crying.

Just as I was about to say something, she turned around, her face
flushed with , looking incredibly pitiful. I gently wiped away her tears with my fingers. Her red, tear-
filled eyes looked at me, and I couldn't forget her face for a long time. The expression of a
sister who had given her virginity to her brother was deeply etched in my mind.

She hugged me back, pressing herself tightly against me. In this hot weather, I could feel her
shivering, so I could only warm her with my own body.

We lay back down on the rock, and I kept whispering sweet nothings to her. I had never said
so . Gradually, she smiled again, but I lost my appetite. My hands began
to roam over her body again, lifting her up and pressing her against me. My penis, which had just deflowered her, hardened again, pressing between her
legs.

My sister felt it. She gently bit my shoulder, arched her body slightly, and moved her lower
body slowly, allowing me to enter her again without moving. It felt much wetter than before.

My sister began to sway back and forth slowly. I didn't know if she was still in pain, but seeing the slightly intoxicated expression
on , I couldn't help but match her movements and thrust.

My sister straightened up, her back to the sun, rising and falling against me. Sunlight occasionally
pierced my eyes through her hair. This beautiful woman relentlessly devoured me, leading me into the deepest warmth, which
then radiated outwards once more.

In that instant, I seemed to lose my sense of direction. Everything before me blurred, and the woman
seemed to transform into my mother. She let out a melodious moan, and then she became my sister again, collapsing
onto . The two of us nestled quietly together, as if the world had stood still.

We stayed by the lake until the sun could no longer reach us before heading back. On the way back, I
held my sister's hand and carefully led her, even though she seemed alright.

Back home, my sister and I tacitly understood each other, as did my mother and me. My sister knew everything, but she
wouldn't say anything more to me. I, however, didn't know what to do next.

Time flew by. For the rest of that summer, I didn't sleep with either my mother or sister again. For
me, that summer felt like a dream; I slept with both my mother and sister, and my initial guilt
turned into passion.

On the eve of my sister's departure for university, we made love again. My mother
was taking a shower, and my sister pulled me to lie down on the bed. I knew she wouldn't be back for the entire semester, and
the next we met would be during winter break.

This time, my sister no longer felt the pain of losing her virginity, so I thrust into her forcefully. Her
soft body gently received my thrusts. Because I was afraid my mother was next door, I ejaculated quickly.
Afterward, my sister even helped me clean up.

After we finished, my sister lay beside me and told me to listen to my mother at home, blushing as she told me not to
bother her. I grinned mischievously and told her I would miss her. She said she would miss me too and told me to study hard. I nodded
repeatedly in agreement.

The next day, my mother and I saw my sister off at the train station. Watching her wave goodbye from the train and disappear into the distance,
I wondered what it would be like to see her again. This summer vacation felt like a dream, beautiful yet
unreal, like a bubble.

A few days later, I started school. I lived at school and came home about once every week or two. I
listened to my sister and studied hard, consciously trying to avoid being intimate with my mother. I knew my
mother wouldn't allow it if my grades dropped, and she was happy to see me studying hard.

Back then, I didn't have a cell phone, so sometimes I would go to internet cafes to chat with my sister on QQ.
Of course we never had any nude chats. My sister would occasionally ask me if I had been with my mother, and I always dodged
the question.

Actually, I had something on my mind that I didn't know how to tell my sister. Although I rarely slept with my mother this semester,
I didn't know why, but we felt increasingly close. I wondered if it was because
it was just the two of us at home. My mother seemed to be becoming more and more dependent on me. Sometimes I even
felt like my mother was my wife. This feeling both terrified and thrilled me.

I remember one Friday when I came home. My mother was cooking in the kitchen. I went in and hugged her from behind,
caressing her body. She chuckled and continued cooking, even turning back to kiss me. In that instant, it
felt like she was flirting with her husband.

This seemingly natural yet unsettling feeling left me with a strange mix of emotions—happiness and
unease, a feeling I couldn't quite define, good or bad.

That night, lying in my room, pondering that feeling,
my mother, wearing only a thin nightgown, quietly entered.
I only snapped out of my daze when her soft, fragrant body pressed against my chest.

That night, my mother displayed a different kind of allure, making me feel both tossed about in a storm and
lying on a calm, warm beach. That night is unforgettable.

After that, because of the pressure of the end of the semester, I didn't make love to my mother again until the semester ended.
I focused all my attention on my studies. After finishing the last exam, I felt a huge sense of relief
. For some reason, the semester had flown by, and I knew I'd see my sister again soon.

The night I returned home after the exam, my mother cooked a delicious meal as a reward. After eating and drinking my fill, I watched
my mother washing dishes in the kitchen and remembered the wonderful time we had last time.
Overcome impulsively went up and hugged
my mother. She was startled and immediately felt the rod-like object pressing against her buttocks. She didn't say anything and continued washing the dishes, letting my

hands roam over her body. When she finished washing, my hands were already on her breasts, kneading them incessantly. My mother
grabbed my hands and led me slowly into the bathroom. It was already quite cold, but
nothing felt warmer than being naked with my mother in the small bathroom. I kneaded her breasts, watching her
wash my erect penis, and felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

After washing up, I pulled my mother onto the bed. Before the cold air could seep into our bodies, I
covered We hugged each other tightly. Although she had dried herself, she
was already incredibly wet inside. My penis entered her without any resistance,
swirling After some fuss, I had my mother kneel down, and I thrust hard into her plump, white
buttocks. Just before I reached my climax, I gently inserted my index finger into her anus. I had
only gone in a little bit when my mother couldn't help but moan loudly and came.

That night, my mother and I made love three times. Towards the end, I was completely exhausted.
When , I almost rolled off my mother and immediately fell asleep.

For the next few days, I slept with my mother almost every night. My mother seemed to feel that with my sister back, there wouldn't be as many opportunities
, so she was very cooperative.

On the day my sister was to return home, my mother stayed home to prepare dinner while I went to the train station to pick her up. As soon as she
saw me, she rushed into my arms; anyone who didn't know better would have thought we were a couple. On the way home, we poured out our hearts
to each other expressing how much we missed each other.

Just as I was about to step through the door, I seemed to hallucinate. The other side of the
door appeared to be an abyss, as if once I stepped in, I would never come out again.

The hallucination lasted only a moment. Inside, my mother was setting out the dishes. Seeing my sister and me return, she
smiled and invited us in to eat. While I was still pondering what I had just witnessed, my sister grabbed my hand and
pulled me inside.

What stories lay behind that door? Perhaps no one could ever know…

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