My little sister

Crunch, crunch, crunch. I reluctantly opened my eyes, and sure enough, it was Lian'er there, munching on a big, red apple. The little girl sensed my gaze, turned to look at me, and with a big, smiling bite, turned away again, crunching away a few more times until only the core remained.

It seemed my desire to sleep a little longer was out of the question; who knew how long this little mouse would keep eating?

My mother was still fast asleep in my arms, probably dreaming of something delicious. Her little mouth smacked a few times, and her warm cheek rubbed against my chest, the sticky drool making it itchy.

Lian'er remained motionless in her chair, staring intently at the computer screen, another apple appearing in her hand from somewhere, and she continued munching. Her little hands gripped the rather large mouse, frantically swiping it across the table. Seeing that the game character wouldn't cooperate with her, she angrily bit into the apple. I watched for a while, then shook my head dismissively. Lian'er's dedication was still a bit lacking compared to mine; she needed more practice.

Today is Sunday. Last night, my "adult" "harem concubines" and I, as usual, spent the entire night indulging in our wild antics in the downstairs hall. Fortunately, no one else lived nearby, so we could do whatever we wanted. We chattered and shouted until five or six in the morning.

My eldest sister had her period yesterday and wasn't affected by this battle. In the end, the two of us worked together to carry Mom and the others upstairs to their beds. By the time we finished, it was already dawn. I had barely closed my eyes when Lian'er woke me up.

I kissed Mom's forehead, then wrapped her dazzlingly white body in a towel and lovingly moved her to one side. The sleeping woman didn't feel a thing; she just hummed a few times, stretched out her hands and patted the bed aimlessly a few times, then continued her erotic dream.

My second sister, who had been sleeping soundly beside me, was accidentally pushed to the edge of the bed by my mother. My heart skipped a beat, and before I could even get up, she tumbled onto the carpet with a thud, her feet in the air. Surprisingly, she only mumbled a few words about being cold before turning her head and going back to sleep, completely unfazed.

Just as I was enjoying watching her antics, something was thrown at me. Without turning around, I caught it. That brat! She threw me an apple core! She's probably upset that I wasn't looking at her. This little thing, despite her young age, has already learned to compete for attention with her mothers.

A flash, and Lian'er had nimbly jumped into my arms. I patted her, then pointed to my second sister on the floor. Lian'er nodded in understanding. I grabbed a blanket from the bed and had Lian'er cover my sister with it.

Lian'er pouted and dragged the large quilt over like an ant pulling an elephant. After finishing, she turned to look at me, still lazing in bed, and mouthed "lazy dad" to tease me.

"You brat, so unhygienic, littering everywhere. Why aren't you playing anymore?"

I wiped my hands, threw the things I had just received into the corner trash can, and asked Lian'er, who had sat back down.

Lian'er shook her little head, ignoring what I said, and turned around in my arms. I took off her princess nightgown, spread her plump legs, and pressed down on my exposed penis. I felt the touch of my daughter's delicate and warm little hands and breathed heavily a few times. Lian'er giggled and touched the glans with her little hands, making my penis shake like an ancient schoolteacher, looking quite comical. Lian'er laughed.

“You little slut, what a slut.”

Fangfei walked in from the doorway and commented after seeing the father and daughter’s actions.

“You’re the slut, your whole family are sluts.”

Lian’er probably just learned the vulgarity online and was using it on the spot.

After saying that, she thought for a moment and felt that something was wrong. She turned around and looked at me. I pinched Lian’er’s chubby little face and laughed.

“Haha, you’re doomed! You actually called your father a slut, you little slut, you’re dead!”

Fangfei heard Lian’er’s words, laughed, took off her shoes, and jumped onto the bed. I hugged the smug Fangfei and kissed her beautiful, still-childish face heavily. Only then did Lian’er realize that she had fallen into Fangfei’s trap. She glared at Fangfei and then vented her anger on my Nanbang Kingdom.

As I kissed Fangfei, I unconsciously pulled off her little white bunny pajamas and tossed them aside. Fangfei and her mother—her younger sister—were similar in build, their still-developing bodies looking frail and delicate, which stirred a feeling of pity in me.

"Daddy, when will Fangfei and I get bigger here? Like Mommy and Grandma?"

Lian'er, perhaps finding playing with that distant southern country a bit monotonous, leaned closer after seeing me kissing Fangfei. She looked at Fangfei's chest, compared it to her own, and asked me in a clear voice.

I was caressing the two nipples of Fangfei's small chest when I heard Lian'er's question. I looked up at Lian'er's chest, and she shyly covered her little breasts, not wanting me to see.

I chuckled, embracing my two naked little angels and letting them sit on my hairy thighs. I felt the gentle friction of their tender labia against the small openings at the base of their legs, slowly explaining the process of sexual development to them.

As I spoke, I ran my fingers along their tightly closed, almost impenetrable slits, making the two little girls cry out that it tickled.

"Will our genitals become dark too? Like those aunties on TV?"

Lian'er asked innocently, spreading her legs wider to make it easier for me to move on the small protrusion between her legs. Fangfei, not wanting Lian'er to steal the spotlight, hesitated for a moment before defiantly guiding my hand to her other little opening. As I slowly inserted my index finger, Fangfei wrinkled her little nose, and the small opening at her anus tightened and relaxed several times, quickly adapting to the foreign object her father was inserting, and biting my finger tightly.

"Daddy, look at her, so shameless! Shame on her! This little slut is letting Daddy stick his ass in her hole!"

Lian'er protested, clinging to my neck.

Fangfei glanced at Lian'er disdainfully. "You're the little slut! Not only do you use vulgar language, but you also peek at porn."

I almost burst out laughing. The two little ones were alike. But Lian'er was too precocious. I'd better keep a close eye on my collection; I can't let my daughters be poisoned by porn so soon. I still want to enjoy the thrill of personally opening the door to their sexuality. After Fangfei finished speaking, she ignored Lian'er, snorted, and looked away.

What amused me was that, secretly, Lian'er also pulled my other hand and placed it on her perineum. I touched Lian'er's beautiful daisy, which seemed very sensitive. As soon as my finger went in a little bit, her small body began to tremble. Lian'er tilted her head back, her beautiful long black hair cascading over her slender neck like a little swan. She pouted her thin lips and followed my big mouth, sticking out her little fragrant tongue to lick it.

"You three, father and daughters, are really energetic! You didn't even get tired last night. Get up, my little darling, let your father rest for a while. He was really working hard yesterday."

Reeking of shower gel, the younger sister strolled in from outside, combed her hair in front of the large mirror by the door, and then pulled Fangfei over. "Hey, you brat, what are you spacing out for? I said, where did you throw your clothes?"

Seeing her naked daughter standing there nonchalantly, the younger sister asked angrily, bending down to look for her daughter's clothes in the room. Fangfei made a face at the younger sister's back, and seeing that Lian'er and I were still snuggling together, she grinned to show her displeasure, her two little white rabbit teeth quite amusing.

"Hurry up and put these on, you'll catch a cold."

My younger sister grabbed the still-fussy little one and pulled on her pajamas.

"You little rascal, you're well-behaved in front of me, but you're more mischievous than a monkey around your dad."

My younger sister patted Fangfei's bottom, sending her to wash up, and then sat on the bed herself.

I gave Lian'er a quick kiss on the lips, and Lian'er giggled at my younger sister before obediently jumping off the bed.

"Little vixen, trying to steal our husband, huh? Good thing she ran away fast. Otherwise, I'd teach her a lesson."

My younger sister said, half-jokingly, as she watched Lian'er skip away. But as soon as she finished speaking, Lian'er's little head popped back up from the doorway. "It's not good to talk bad about people behind their backs, little mommy."

She immediately ducked back down, and the sounds of Lian'er and Fangfei laughing and playing could be heard from the hallway.

My little sister was speechless at Lian'er's words. Turning around, she saw my gloating expression, and her face immediately darkened. She looked me over for a long time, finally nodded, and decided on the parts that needed to be punished. So I was sent to the torture rack again. My partner, who had rendered me so gloriously, was once again tortured by the three fleshy holes in my little sister's body. Finally, I shed humiliating "tears" of defeat. My little sister nestled in my arms, burping contentedly. Looking at her good brother's limp state, she used her fair little hand to play with my now lifeless thing. "How about it, little guy, you're obedient now, hehe."

"Brother, are you angry?"

My little sister used her hand to pry open my closed eyelids and looked into my eyes. I rolled my eyes at her. "Why would I be angry? I know you too well. You just wanted to find an excuse to have sex with your big brother."

"Hehe, you know your brother is the smartest."

My little sister hugged one of my arms and placed it on her breasts. I could faintly hear her pounding heartbeat.

"Time flies so fast. Thinking back to when we were little, playing house with you, my older sisters, and me in Grandpa's yard, and now we all have kids with you. Brother, do you think I'm getting old? People say that old people keep reminiscing. I think I just noticed a wrinkle, brother, did you hear what I said?"

My little sister's chatter was almost as much as my mother's. I sat up, nodded to her, covered us both with the blanket, and lay down in her arms. Then, like soothing a child, I gently patted her sweat-soaked back. She snuggled against me, humming softly without saying a word.

"My little sister won't get old. You're my favorite. I'm looking forward to you and your mother serving me from now on."

My little sister blushed, listening patiently to my sweet words, her face beaming.

My first sexual urges towards my younger sister can be traced back to when I was in junior high school, when she was still in elementary school.

Initially, I didn't have strong feelings for her because my mother and second sister had already slept with me. My second sister was constantly taking care of me, both anally and vaginally, and even when I wasn't available, my mother was always there for me. So, my desire for other women wasn't very strong.

When she was in elementary school, my sister was at most a little beauty. She told us that some older, shady students would often wait for her at the school gate. When she came out, these hooligans would follow her, altering the lyrics of songs that were considered "dirty" at the time, adding her name to them. She would cry all the way home before they would stop.

Because of this, I led a group of friends in several fights with those hooligans, with both sides winning and losing.

During fights, my little sister would hide in a corner where I couldn't see her, cheering me on. If I was losing, she would yell and shout to bolster her courage, grab a small stone, and rush out to throw it at the person hitting me, not even daring to check if she hit them, before immediately running back.

Years later, when I met that gang leader again, we'd laugh about it. He, now a white-collar worker, regretted not actually pursuing her back then; by the time he wanted to, she was no longer in school. We drank together, and I hummed and hawed, agreeing to help him win her over, secretly praising myself for acting sooner; otherwise, she would have been devoured by those wolves.

Later, to deal with the gangsters, she learned some martial arts from me. She didn't manage to beat them, but it led to her frequently getting into fights in class, ravaging the faces of female students and the buttocks of male students. My younger sister already didn't get along well with the girls in her class, and this only added fuel to the fire. The girls avoided her, and even the good boys would steer clear of her.

When the teacher visited her home, she complained to her dad. He promised to teach her a lesson, but he immediately forgot, because my sister was incredibly well-behaved in front of him, completely pleasing him and preventing him from even thinking of scolding her.

One day, when my sister was in fifth grade, I was home, helping my mom wash vegetables while whispering and teasing her, asking if I could use her back that night. My mom chuckled and called me a little pervert.

When the door opened, we saw my sister come in crying. My mom and I asked her what happened, but she wouldn't say. My mom wiped her hands and told me to continue washing vegetables, saying she'd go ask my sister what had happened. There was a notorious rape gang running rampant those days, and my mom was probably worried something had happened to my sister.

After I finished washing the vegetables, neither my mom nor my sister came out. Just then, my second sister came back. I told her about our worries, and she immediately said it was impossible, that the gang had already been arrested. I was wondering why I hadn't heard anything about it when my mother and younger sister came out. My younger sister seemed a little shy, her eyes darting around at me. I felt something was off. My second sister seemed to understand something, and she went over and whispered to my mother for a while. They both looked at my younger sister and me and secretly laughed.

"Okay, Xiaofang, don't be afraid. Mom has told you, this is a normal part of a woman's development. Mom went through the same thing when she was little. Don't be afraid, child. Listen to Mom, just remember to keep that area clean. From today onwards, you're a big girl."

Hearing my mother's words, I understood. After all, I'd been with my mother and second sister so many times; through their "influence" and some inappropriate books, I already knew some basic female anatomy. My younger sister had started menstruating. My second sister had once told me that every girl's vaginal opening... Every month, there's a period—they say girls need to keep warm during those days, and while my mind was still wandering to things inappropriate for children, my mom slapped me on the head. "Go do your homework!"

I'd already finished mine. Did they think I didn't know what they were up to? They were probably going to tell my sister how to use sanitary napkins, and then they made an excuse to send me away. Did they think I'd never seen that area

before? But I don't really have a strong impression of my little sister's area. I remember it being similar to my second sister's, maybe even prettier, I subconsciously thought. Curiosity killed the cat, after all. I'd never actually seen a woman menstruate. When my mom and second sister came, I'd only ever seen them with those white things on their lower bodies—sanitary napkins. Such a good opportunity, why not take a look? My strange relationship with my mom and second sister meant I didn't think anything of it being wrong.

So, as I went into my room, I was careful. I just made a loud closing motion, but I didn't actually lock the door.

After a while, I heard my mom and the others talking quietly outside. I tiptoed to the door and went over. The three of them were in my younger sister's room.

I held my breath, like someone stealing landmines in a revolutionary movie, tiptoeing as quietly as possible until I reached my younger sister's door. Luckily, the door wasn't locked; Mom probably thought I was engrossed in my studies.

I peeked through the crack in the door, and to be honest, what I saw there was quite a shock.

My little sister's white cotton panties were pulled down to her ankles by her mother. She pulled her shirt up, revealing her white belly, and shyly answered her older sister's questions: when did she get her period, how much came out, did it hurt down there, did anyone see, did she get any on her pants, and so on.

My mother watched the two sisters with a smile, pulled a thin white cloth from a box, and gestured over my little sister's bare genitals. Then she patted her head, saying she'd forgotten to wash her. My mother

walked towards the door. I froze for less than half a second before quickly slipping to a corner out of sight, thinking how lucky I was to have closed my bedroom door before coming over. If my mother had seen me with the door open and no one in sight, I would have been exposed.

After a while, my mother returned with a basin of water. My little sister asked if she wanted to lie down. My mother thought for a moment and said, "Just stand here."

I watched my mother's movements intently through the crack in the door. Mom wrung out a towel and tested it on her face, probably to avoid burning her little sister's little sister's genitals. Well, that name is quite apt, and it sounds really evocative.

After not seeing her for several years, her little sister was still rather thin; you could see her ribs showing. However, her breasts had grown considerably, though not as large as her older sister's or Mom's. But I felt that small had its advantages; if I held breasts of that size in my hand, they would probably be just as beautiful as Mom's and her sister's. I felt my mouth getting dry and realized that I hadn't even noticed I was drooling because I was so focused on looking at her body.

Although her body was thin, her overall proportions were quite pleasing. Her small bottom wasn't large, and there wasn't much flesh, but its shape was beautiful. Her waist was so slender it seemed I could wrap my hand around it, which, compared to her small breasts, made her appear fuller and her bottom more shapely. I only realized later that many women are like that; one feature might not be perfect, but the overall combination is stunning.

As my mother moved, my little sister spread her slender legs, playfully stomping her little feet on the bed, her lower body twitching as if shaking off water droplets.

My mother finally finished wiping, and my view was no longer obstructed. My little sister's little vulva, both mysterious and unfamiliar to me, was finally fully revealed before my eyes.

I strained my eyes wide open. What alluring, what tempting skin! Those two snow-white labia, having just emerged from infancy with their owner, cautiously and carefully entered this complex adolescence.

The full labia formed a high bulge below my little sister's abdomen, surrounded by a few strands of light-colored hair bravely protecting their delicate owner. I stared at that mysterious cave, motionless, not caring what my mother and second sister were saying; I just wanted to see it one more time. I had never been so focused when making love with my mother and second sister.

My mother and second sister later said they wanted to examine my younger sister's body more closely. So, after she dried off, my younger sister spread her legs and sat on the bed. My mother brought a flashlight, and my younger sister shyly parted her labia with her hands. My head went blank; all I could see were those labia and the small, round opening in the middle, along with the winding, bright red folds inside. I don't remember how I left my younger sister's room. I remember being discovered by my mother and the others, and my younger sister, furious and embarrassed, running over and kicking me naked before I stumbled back to my room.

For the first time, I saw a vagina different from my second sister's and my mother's. My primal instincts screamed that I longed to connect with that young body. But that was my sister, my most beloved younger sister! Should I hurt her? But hadn't I already done *that* with my mother and second sister? So what difference would it make if I did it with my younger sister? I'm my younger sister's older brother. Only I can truly and selflessly protect and love her. Doesn't she also love me the most, her brother who always stands behind her and protects her? Didn't she once say that she wanted to marry me when she grew up? What does being a wife mean? Doesn't it mean having sex with your husband and having children?

Actually, I'd rather consider this my first time with my younger sister, even though it was just my one-sided fantasy.

The time I actually penetrated her body was truly absurd.

After my younger sister started menstruating, our relationship became somewhat distant, and my peeping at her that time only exacerbated this distance. She didn't completely ignore me, but whenever we sat alone together, an awkward atmosphere would always fill the air around us. Afterwards, when I thought about it, I felt really useless. Even my mother and second older sister were completely under my control, yet I couldn't handle a younger sister who was three years younger than me. During that time, every time I saw my younger sister, all the things I wanted to say would get stuck inside me, and I couldn't say them.

When I went to pick her up, my little sister no longer clung to me like before; instead, she lagged a few steps behind. Whatever I said, she would only give a few simple words in response.

Her change was sudden, but another change came even more abruptly.

My little sister actually stole Dad's liquor at home. Perhaps it was her first time drinking, because she didn't know how to mask the taste in her mouth. When I sat opposite her, I immediately knew from the smell that she had been drinking.

She stared straight at me, pointed at me, and asked who I was. Before I could even speak, she collapsed, which startled me. I was relieved to find she was just drunk. Dragging my limp little sister, I could smell the faint scent of liquor on her. At that moment, I felt a wicked urge. Dad, Mom, and my sister weren't home; it was just the two of us. My manhood kept telling me that today was a golden opportunity, not to be missed.

I carried my little sister towards her room, but at the door I felt uneasy; it would be better to go into my room. However, when we reached my bed, I changed my mind again. If my little sister woke up and saw me in my room, I'd have to explain myself. So, I carried her to her room. Without even admiring the cozy decor, I hastily drew the curtains, closed the door, and turned on the bedside lamp. Only when I was about to get into bed did I realize I hadn't taken off my clothes. I stripped myself naked with unprecedented speed and pounced on the bed.

Looking at my sleeping little sister beneath me, her face like a lotus blossom, her eyes slightly closed, her breath soft and gentle, my penis stood erect and rock hard.

For a moment, I was like a mouse struggling with a tortoise—I didn't know where to begin. I slapped myself hard twice, trying to recall the process of making love with my mother and second sister. It must have started with her mouth, right?

I kissed my little sister's lips for a long time, until she was clearly out of breath, her breathing rapid and her head bobbing from side to side. After a while, her tongue remained hidden inside her mouth, and I couldn't wait to move on to the next step. It wasn't until I saw her clothes that I thought of stripping her naked. My little sister, naked, was clearly even more alluring than before. In the few days I hadn't seen her, her body seemed to have developed a bit more. I reached out and grasped her two restless little breasts. Small but firm, they were soft yet firm, like my mother's breasts. I pinched her two small nipples, and in less than a minute, they hardened. Although they weren't as big or as red as my mother's, nor as round or as high as my second sister's, I immediately fell in love with them. I let her breasts roll around in my hands, enjoying the smoothness of her flesh, watching the occasional glimpses of doughy milk seeping through my fingers. I felt I should do something more.

Reluctantly putting down the two cute little toys in my hands, I lay on my little sister's chest and began to suckle from side to side, filling one of her breasts with my mouth, my tongue swirling around the nipple, while my other hand continued to knead the other one.

I licked my younger sister's chest for a good ten minutes. When I looked up at her, she seemed to react, but still didn't understand what was happening. She let out soft moans, her pretty face flushed even more, and her straight nose was covered in beads of sweat. Her little hands grabbed and touched my body haphazardly, sometimes accidentally brushing against my hard penis. Perhaps because she had never touched such an object before, she touched it curiously a few times after one of her hands touched it. I felt a tingling sensation on my scalp from the touch, so I simply helped my younger sister hold my penis and then quickly stroked it with her chubby little hand.

My penis received temporary comfort, and I reached down to my younger sister's lower body, past her round, deep navel, to the area between her legs.

I felt the smoothness of those few sparse hairs, then suddenly covered my little sister's pale pink mons pubis with my large hand. A warm, moist sensation immediately spread to my hand, and then my palm truly felt the white, delicate, and warm texture of my little sister's labia.

After caressing my little sister's mons pubis a few times, I could no longer restrain myself. I couldn't care less about using my mouth to taste my little sister's vulva anymore. I told myself that I wanted to use my penis to personally experience that softness and depth inside that fleshy hole.

I knelt between my little sister's legs, holding my grotesquely large penis. The moment the head of my penis touched my little sister's labia, my body trembled. What a feeling this was! In that instant, I felt as if I had been electrocuted, my consciousness momentarily leaving me. The sudden stimulation almost made me ejaculate. I wiped the sweat from my brow, composed myself, spat, and smeared it on my penis. Then, I lifted it again and tried to push it into my little sister's vagina. It

was so tight, so difficult to get in. After more than ten attempts, the head of my penis finally slipped in a little. The head was surrounded by the burning flesh, the surrounding folds of flesh writhing involuntarily, trying to overwhelm the invading enemy, but only bringing it strange pleasure. My little sister's vagina felt like a tube filled with hot water; the warm sensation of my penis inside made me feel incredibly comfortable. It was also like a strange little mouth, the restless folds of flesh inside seeming like hundreds of tiny tongues licking my penis from different directions.

My penis was only halfway in, and the sensation was already unbearable. I tried to suppress my impulse. My second sister had once told me about the difference between virgins and non-virgins; I couldn't forget that my little sister was still a young girl who had never had sex. Her hymen was still waiting for my test.

My glans felt the membrane, its resilience pitiful. My abdominal muscles tensed, and I thrust forward, as if hearing a mournful groan from the membrane. My little sister sat up with a cry, and I quickly reached out and embraced her. Looking into her still dazed eyes, I knew it was just her instinctive reaction to her hymen being pierced. My penis finally took advantage of this opportunity to penetrate the deepest part of her vagina.

After the initial struggle, I slowly thrust in and out of that slightly tight passage. Later, as more and more fluids were secreted from her body, the lubrication between our organs increased, allowing me to speed up my thrusts. Although I still occasionally felt like I couldn't pull out or penetrate properly, it was much better than at the beginning.

I had finally overcome all obstacles and entered my little sister's sacred temple of womanhood, plucking the dazzling pearl from within. From now on, the master of this temple could only be me—her own brother—and no one else.

My younger sister remained in a semi-conscious state throughout, even during her first virgin orgasm, she didn't understand what was happening, only knowing that she was responding to my penetration and withdrawal with her womanly instincts.

That was the first time I realized that a woman is most beautiful in bed, and the most beautiful woman is often right beside you.

That day, to me, my younger sister was that most beautiful woman.

When the first streetlights came on that day, this beautiful little woman and I ejaculated simultaneously, enjoying what felt like our umpteenth orgasm together.

That day, when my mother opened the bedroom door, I had just managed to inject the last bit of semen I had left into my younger sister's messy little mouth.

That was our first time together, a confused and chaotic one.

I never dared let my younger sister drink alcohol again. My younger sister readily agreed, and we resumed our close sibling relationship. However, every night, when Mom and my second sister weren't looking, my younger sister would give me a knowing look, and then we would almost always find a secret corner to explore the ultimate meaning of sibling love together.

Much later, my younger sister, lying in my arms, told me that she had been upset with a classmate at school that time. Remembering how Dad always relieved his worries by drinking at home, she secretly went to drink his liquor when she got home. She

proudly told me that it was indeed hard for her to sober up after drinking, but her brain would later tell her everything that happened while she was drunk. After listening, I hugged my younger sister, smiled, and pointed to the twinkling stars in the sky, saying to her, "Actually, we're all dreaming. We're just each other's fantasy objects. Everything is an illusion. In reality, we're just innocent siblings." My younger sister would playfully punch me a few times with her little hands, saying, "Of course it's true!"

Of course, for you readers, these are indeed illusions. But for me, those lying in my arms—whether it's my mother, my eldest sister, my second sister, or my youngest sister, including myself and their daughters—are all truly real. Our love remains unchanged; it will not disappear even when the world ends, but will live on forever in this world and the next.

[The End]

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