My sister in the hospital bed

From the moment I realized how incredibly sexy my younger sister was, I fell hopelessly in love with
her.

The fantasies of having sex with her constantly occupied my mind, preventing me from thinking about anything else.

My sister possessed an alluring female body and a gentle, kind personality (even though at that time I was only
interested in her body).

Strangely, my desire for her was considered abnormal. While any lustful
man fight tooth and nail for the chance to sleep with his sister
, I was the only one forbidden from even thinking about it.

I remember one summer, we attended a cousin's wedding tea party.

My sister wore a beautiful blue dress and sat properly in a chair,
watching the wedding ceremony unfold, while I sat behind her.

I imagined that chair must have been uncomfortable for her, because she kept leaning forward, trying to find a
comfortable position.

However, because of her bending over, the blue dress that had originally fit perfectly
loosened from the shoulders down, opening slightly in the front. From my angle, I could just
glimpse what was underneath.

I saw that her bra had shifted slightly, revealing her shapely breasts through the cups
.

In the dim light, the delicate curves of the girl's bare breasts were reflected on my retina; even more striking, I saw
a tender, juicy little red berry blooming at the top of the bra.

This berry wasn't lying flat on her breast; it proudly protruded,
creating .

I stood there, dumbfounded, drooling over this berry, imagining myself putting it in my mouth and
sucking its juice.

Unfortunately, Mom noticed my younger sister's discomfort and told her to go inside and rest.

My sister got up, straightened her clothes, much to my disappointment. She gracefully went inside, leaving me with only
a brother with an erect penis, constantly replaying the scene in my mind, trying to imprint the perfect lines of her breasts into
my memory.

I couldn't tell her about my feelings.

It wasn't just because of traditional morality; it was also because our parents were very conservative and devout
believers , thinking sex itself was evil, and they passed this belief on to us,
raising my sister and me in this kind of upbringing.

Of course, these rules meant nothing to me, but my sister was different. She was a good girl, only
respecting me as a brother, without any other thoughts.

Compared to my desires, I truly loved my sister, therefore, I kept
my incestuous , not daring to let this pure girl who respected me from the bottom of her heart know.

I didn't know what my younger sister thought of my filthy thoughts, nor did I dare to know. Therefore, I
wouldn't destroy our current intimate relationship for a pointless test.

Four years later, on her way home from school with some classmates, my younger sister was in a car accident.

The sudden, powerful impact threw her forward, slamming her head against the windshield. Thanks to the seatbelt,
she wasn't thrown out of the car, but the impact with the glass left her in a deep coma, unable to regain consciousness.

The doctors told us that my younger sister's condition was very bad, and she might die; they said that even if she
woke up from her coma, her brain would suffer considerable damage.

I was deeply shocked.

At that moment, I suddenly realized how deeply I loved my younger sister, and this feeling was definitely not just
simple lust.

My parents and I often visited her.

During each visit to her in the hospital, I constantly tried to clarify my feelings, regretting even more that I hadn't
told her I loved her before her car accident.

One fateful night, I ended my usual one-sided conversation and wanted to leave, only to find that
visiting hours were long over.

I guessed the nurse must have assumed I had passed away with my parents, so she didn't bother to confirm.

I sat by my younger sister's bedside, gazing at her face, as pale as fresh snow, so peaceful,
as if in a deep sleep. Then, my gaze was drawn to a pair of firm, erect breasts beneath the sheets.

I looked back at the sheets, my eyes following the rise and fall of my younger sister's chest with each breath, staring intently for a long, long
time.

When my senses returned, I didn't realize what I had just been thinking; I simply
walked the bedside, unbuttoned the blouse around my younger sister's neck, and freed those smooth, fragrant breasts from my memory.

I bent down and took her bright red nipple into my mouth, gently sucking on it, just like
the scene I had dreamt of repeatedly over the years.

The emotions of love and physical needs kept assaulting my reason (but mostly physical needs).

I knew it was wrong, but I also understood that this would be my only
chance .

I quickly pulled off my pants, climbed onto the bed, and parted my little sister's smooth, plump legs.

Kneeling between her legs, I held my rock-hard penis in my hand, the glans pressed against
the entrance of my dear sister's honeypot. My

little sister's vagina was so dry, but as I rubbed my penis up and down at the entrance,
after a few minutes, it began to moisten. I smeared some saliva on the glans and finally, I was able to slowly push my penis
in.

I pushed in a little, silently lying on top of my little sister, savoring the sweet touch of her honeypot.
A few minutes later, I began to thrust my penis in and out of her.

I knew this was a morbid and pathetic act.

Everyone said that having sex with an unconscious female corpse was utterly unpleasant, but I must say,
this was the most wonderful sexual experience I had ever had.

As I ejaculated, a thought crossed my mind: I didn't want this to be the only time. Perhaps I could
think of a proper way to continue using my little sister's body.

My final idea was to disguise myself.

I used my time to learn how to dress, bought clothes to suit my purpose, got
a pair of fake breasts, and volunteered at the hospital where my little sister was staying.

I figured out the hospital's rules and would sneak into my little sister's room whenever no one was around,
enjoying her body to the fullest.

Three times a week, as soon as the bell rang after class, I would rush back to my apartment, put on women's clothes
, and go to the hospital.

I wondered what my parents' expressions
would be .

In fact, I thought they would probably assume I was a lesbian or a cross-dresser, but they would never
imagine that I was using this disguise to commit incest with my own sister.

Six months passed quickly. My sister remained in a coma, my parents continued to pray, and everyone
was worried. Only I found true happiness.

I continued to have sex with the person I loved, and as I was about to graduate, I also found a very
well-paying job.

In the past, I hadn't paid much attention to my family's financial situation, but now I finally realized that my parents
were constantly spending large sums of money on my younger sister's medical expenses, and our family's finances were on the verge of collapse. Our
insurance didn't cover hospital care, making our future prospects even more precarious.

I tried hard to find ways to improve the situation. First, I took on several part-time jobs and quit
my volunteer .

Of course, I still visited her in the hospital, but I no longer dressed in women's clothing or tried to have sex with her.

I even tried fundraising online, but only received ridicule.

A month later, we received a call from my sister's hospital.

The doctor called us over and told us some surprising facts.

My sister had woken up from her coma, which excited my parents and me greatly, but the doctor's expression was very
strange.

The doctor cleared his throat, reminding us of his presence, then lowered his voice and told us
something strange: my younger sister was four months pregnant.

Recalling that moment, I don't know how to describe my parents' expressions; in fact, I also doubted what
my own expression was at that instant.

Deep down, I may have already considered the consequences of using my younger sister's body so recklessly,
but every time my penis entered her vagina, I always forgot about those consequences.

Regardless, the outcome was unexpectedly in our favor.

To avoid a court case and a lawsuit we were bound to lose, the hospital decided to waive all of my younger sister's medical
expenses and provided a considerable sum of compensation.

My younger sister woke up, but, as the doctor had predicted, she had suffered some brain damage.
It's not that she's become an idiot or anything; my little sister has simply lost many of her past memories, her reactions aren't as
sharp as before, and sometimes she just stares blankly and giggles.

She's no longer the vibrant, sexy, and charming young woman she once was; now, she
's just an ordinary girl. However, in my eyes, she's still incredibly sexy and alluring, and retains the same gentle personality she had as
a child .

My parents don't care about this at all; they're just ashamed of their daughter's unusual pregnancy and
keep her locked in her room all day.

I'm unhappy about this and suggest that my little sister move in with me to the city where I live now.

My parents are overjoyed and immediately help my little sister pack her bags.

A few months later, my little sister gave birth to our child in the city, and my brother and I raise the child together.

I found an opportunity to tell my little sister all the love I had in my heart.

After saying that, I held her hand and told her I wanted to live with her like husband and wife; and she
smiled foolishly and agreed.

Overjoyed, I immediately pushed her down onto the sofa, took out my penis, spread her legs, and thrust my shaft
into her long-missed honey pot.

My younger sister writhed beneath me, moaning repeatedly.

We made love four times in two hours. My own sister's body still attracted me so much,
making me as restless and impatient as a boy in his first love.

The year after my younger sister gave birth, my parents, who rarely visited, were deeply shocked by what they saw
.

They simply couldn't believe such a thing had happened.

I didn't admit to anything, but I think my parents knew very well that I was the only one who
fathered

From then on, we became estranged, but my parents didn't publicize it. For them, reputation was more important than anything else in
life , and they absolutely couldn't let their relatives and friends in the countryside know that their children were now living together incestuously and
had a child together.

Later, when they found out my younger sister was pregnant for the third time, we officially severed our parent-child relationship. Neither of us
ever mentioned it to the other, but it didn't matter anymore. My younger sister and I had our own family and
were enjoying a warm home life with our children.

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