My Sister Next Door, Chapter 30, Part 1 Complete

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Chapter 30 My Sister is Next Door
Yueling felt my penis had already penetrated quite a bit. Knowing she couldn't escape this time, she simply gave in. She touched my back and said, "Brother! If you want to, just come on, your little sister is right here."
With my sister's permission, I groaned and used my hard penis to pry open Yueling's tight vagina, thrusting all the way in. Although it was the second time I'd penetrated her, the feeling from Yueling's vagina was still so wonderful. The thought of being able to vent my desires on Yueling's body from now on made my lust rise uncontrollably.
There was no moonlight, no lamplight; the room was pitch black. I couldn't see Yueling's expression, but I could feel her sobbing and her fingernails digging into my muscles. This time there wasn't enough foreplay; I'd only lubricated my penis with my saliva. And Yueling had only lost her virginity once before, so this intercourse would probably still be a little painful for her.
But for some reason, at that moment, I was only thinking about venting my lust and didn't want to think about my sister. I treated her as just an ordinary girl, a tool for my sexual gratification, and kept thrusting against her.
There were no changes in position, no sweet words, I just mechanically repeated the thrusting, using the most traditional movements to obtain simple pleasure. Yueling slowly got over the initial pain, and her vagina gradually became wet, flowing with vaginal fluid.
After thrusting for less than ten minutes, I didn't know if my sister had an orgasm, but I accidentally lost control of my desire and started ejaculating against Yueling's uterus. Since this was the second time I had ejaculated, the amount of semen was much less than the first time. I only ejaculated about four or five times before my penis went limp.
After ejaculating, another wave of fatigue and drowsiness washed over me, and I rolled off my sister and lay down on the side.
I saw Yueling slowly get up, pick up the wet towel she had prepared beforehand to clean her genitals, then put on her nightgown, carefully leave the room, and tiptoe to the bathroom. Before Yueling returned, I drifted off to sleep again.
After what seemed like an eternity, I awoke again, seeing my sister beside me. A surge of desire washed over me, and I climbed onto her body once more.
This time, I said nothing, letting Yueling slap me. I heard nothing of what she said; I simply poured my desire into her body.
Aside from the time I lost her virginity, I had sex with Yueling four more times that night. Yueling's first time ended after these five encounters. The next four were merely my simple release, mostly occurring in a half-asleep, half-awake state, without any regard for anything else. I had completely treated Yueling as a plaything. The last two times even lasted only four or five minutes. I got up, spread Yueling's legs, and began to penetrate her. I had no idea what Yueling's state was like at that moment.
A young girl's fresh first time felt wonderful, but unfortunately, it was a painful experience for my little sister, Yueling.
When I opened my eyes again, it was already dawn. After a night of release, my desire had completely vanished, and I didn't even have morning erections. Only then did I remember to take a good look at Yueling, whom I had ravaged.
I looked down, and there lay my poor little sister beside me. Yueling was still fast asleep, sleeping soundly and sweetly, but the streaks of tears on her face mercilessly told the story of her ordeal the previous night.
Although I had controlled myself during the first time I lost my virginity, later, after I was exhausted and relaxed, I inevitably lost control. Yueling had said that she was mine for the night, that I could do whatever I wanted to her, but as her brother, I still couldn't control myself. She must be heartbroken.
For her first time, Yueling had made ample preparations, buying sheets and many towels, just in case she got wet and made the bed, making sure I slept comfortably. After losing her virginity, she endured the pain and exhaustion to make the bed for me, just so I could sleep well. Even after I repeatedly vented my sexual desire on her, she silently endured it, without struggling or pushing me away. All of this was incredibly difficult for a girl with no sexual experience, especially since this girl was my lively and adorable younger sister. She did everything for me, keeping her promise and giving everything she had for my pleasure.
Thinking about this, the guilt I'd felt these past few days intensified, and I couldn't help but whisper in the sleeping Yueling's ear, "Yueling, do you know, I'm a beast. Do I really deserve this...?" Unexpectedly
, Yueling answered, her voice soft but clear: "You're my brother, I'm your sister. You like me, I like you. Knowing this is enough for me."
My heart trembled, and I couldn't help but pull Yueling into my arms. This time, there was no desire, only pity and love. In my mind, the girl's body, which I had used to vent my sexual desire last night, had finally returned to being that of my beloved younger sister, needing care and protection.
"Yueling, I'm sorry, I made you suffer." I stroked Yueling's hair in my arms.
Yueling was clearly awake, but she didn't open her eyes. After hearing what I said, tears welled up in her eyes.
However, this tender scene was cruelly shattered by a strange sound. A long "gurgle—" came from Yueling's stomach.
Although Yueling didn't open her eyes, her face instantly turned red.
I asked with a smile, "Oh dear, little sister, are you hungry? What time is it?"
Yueling finally opened her eyes and took out her phone from the bedside table. Her phone wallpaper was a photo of the two of us by the river, and next to the photo was a large time: 11:00 AM! We actually slept until noon; Mom and Dad must have gone out to buy household supplies for Yueqing long ago.
I said, "You skipped a meal, and you used up so much energy last night, no wonder you're hungry."
Yueling struggled to sit up. "Brother, wait here, I'll go make something to eat."
Seeing Yueling's furrowed brow, I knew she must be aching all over. After last night's ordeal, any normal girl would be exhausted. Even though Yueling is an athletic girl and has a slightly better physique, she should rest properly for the day.
I grabbed Yueling's arm. "Dear sister, rest! You must be in so much pain. Don't try to tough it out, be a little more affectionate!"
Yueling forced a smile. "I'm your sister, and now I'm also your wife. If I don't take care of you, who will? I may be clumsy, but I can still cook porridge and fried rice. Let me cook. This pain will pass soon." She forced herself to get out of bed. However, once she sat on the edge of the bed, she couldn't straighten her back or stand up.
I sensed Yueling's strange movements and her apparent discomfort in her groin area, so I pulled her closer, suddenly lifted the blanket, and spread her legs. Caught off guard, Yueling was completely exposed, her genitals exposed, and she quickly shrank back under the covers in fright. I only saw it for a moment, but what I saw made my heart ache as if it were being ripped apart. Yueling's genitals were bright red, and her labia were completely swollen—a truly horrific sight.
I hugged Yueling: "You're like this! Why are you moving! I'm such a beast, I've ruined you like this!"
Yueling hugged my head, stroking my hair: "Oh, brother, it's okay, it's normal to feel a little uncomfortable the first time. It'll be over soon!"
I was so heartbroken I almost cried. "Your lower body is all swollen, what are you pretending for! You'd better stay in bed today! Don't get out of bed. I'm a better cook than you, I'll cook!"
Yueling struggled a few more times, but she was too weak, and her lower body was indeed in a lot of pain. So she let me cook. I looked in the kitchen; there was some leftover porridge that could be heated up. Yueling was hungry, so I made her something simple to eat first, and then stewed something to nourish her.
So I cut half a sausage, opened a bag of pickled vegetables, and fried two eggs. Along with the heated porridge, I took it to Yueling's room.
When I entered the room, I saw Yueling holding a water glass and taking a small pill. I glanced at the pillbox and immediately understood; it was a morning-after pill, commonly known as a contraceptive pill. My usually carefree sister was being so thoughtful, which touched me deeply.
My sister and I had eaten countless meals together, but this breakfast felt particularly special. I brought out the small bedside table from my room, and my sister and I ate a simple breakfast together in bed. My usually energetic and mischievous sister was now like a delicate young woman, moving slowly and carefully, afraid of soiling the bed. Meanwhile, I fed Yueling eggs, pickled vegetables, and sausages every now and then. Every few bites, Yueling and I would giggle like silly newlyweds.
After breakfast, I helped Yueling to the bathroom, tidied her up, and then helped her back to bed before going downstairs to buy ingredients for stew, along with a bunch of Yueling's favorite snacks.
Two hours later, Yueling drank the chicken soup I made. Although it wasn't very good, it was at least a small way I could make amends to my sister.
The whole day was spent eating and drinking; I stayed in Yueling's room with her the entire time, never leaving her side. By the afternoon, Yueling had eaten and drunk her fill, and after a short nap, she had recovered her energy and returned to her usual cheerful self. She could even walk around and chatted with me about basketball techniques. Seeing that my sister was alright, I finally felt a little relieved.
This was the simplest and most heartwarming day Yueling and I had ever spent together. We had developed an inappropriate relationship, a physical bond, and our emotional intimacy had increased significantly. Now, Yueling and I were not only siblings, but also lovers, and even husband and wife—closer than family.
Yueling and I spent the whole day together, barely even leaving the bed. We helped Yueqing check her flight for the next day and arranged to meet her and return home. Then we disposed of the soiled towels and sheets from the previous night. The rest of the time was spent flirting and surfing the internet.
Finally, in the evening, after Yueling and I had dinner, my parents came home.
When Mom and Dad came in, they were carrying large bags and bundles—quilts, pillowcases, water cups, a whole bunch of things, useful and useless—and they even brought some things for Yueling and me. Looking at all that stuff, I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. Yueling and Yueqing's taste in things was so far inferior to Mom's; I doubt they'd actually use much of it. When they needed it, Yueling and Yueqing would have to go shopping themselves. However, Mom's good intentions couldn't be denied. Whether we needed it or not, Yueling and I thanked them profusely and accepted the things, secretly plotting how to get rid of them.
That night, Mom and Dad were very excited, tidying up in the empty room next to mine and pacing back and forth in the hallway, working late into the night. Since Yueling had already been exhausted by me the night before, I didn't go into her room. Yueling knew I wanted her to rest well for the night, so when my parents weren't looking, she secretly stayed in my room for a while before going back to sleep early.
The next day, my mother got up very early, put on her new clothes, and cleaned the house spotlessly, making all the preparations to welcome Yueqing. When she saw me up, she reminded me, "When you go to pick up Yueqing, don't drive too fast on the airport expressway, don't wander around, and come home as soon as you pick her up!"
I knew my mother was eager to see Yueqing, so I comforted her, "Mom, don't worry, as long as the plane isn't delayed, I'll make sure to bring your goddaughter back on time."
Actually, at that moment, I was most worried about Yueling, wondering how well she slept last night. Seeing Mom busy making breakfast and Dad reading the newspaper, I stood in front of Yueling's bedroom door in the hallway and texted her: "Are you awake? Open the door!"
After a few seconds, my sister's door opened a crack, and Yueling, wearing pajamas and with her hair disheveled, peeked out from behind the door, looked around, and then pulled me into the room.
Yueling's recovery was truly beyond my expectations. I had thought she would be lying in bed, listless and unable to get up, but this morning, she was exceptionally energetic, and the pain and fatigue from the previous day seemed to have vanished without a trace. I pulled Yueling along, looking her up and down. "Yueling, are you rested enough? I could have picked up Yueqing myself; she doesn't have much luggage anyway. Why don't you rest at home for another day?"
Yueling shook her head violently, her messy hair whipping around and hitting her face. "Picking up Sister Qing is such a big deal, you don't want to leave me behind?"
I turned and locked the door, giving her a deep kiss. My hand rubbed Yueling's breasts a couple of times, then moved down to her crotch. Through her panties, I gently touched her vulva. "You..." "Does it still hurt here?"
Yueling smiled sweetly, pressing her cheek against mine. "It doesn't hurt anymore. You think I'm that fragile? I can go grab a rebound now."
I played with her ear, licking her cheek. "I still feel so sorry for you, making your first time like that. I was a bit dazed at the time, I don't know what happened, but when I thought about it being your first night, I couldn't help wanting you."
Yueling patted my head. "Good brother, don't think so much. I'm happy that you're comfortable. Just be nicer to me in the future. Good husband!"
"Eh? Husband?" Hearing Yueling call me that felt so new.
Yueling giggled. "Yeah, husband, older brother plus husband. Hehehe."
I secretly savored the title. This was the first time a girl had ever called me husband, and it was from my own sister.
Seeing that I wasn't speaking, Yueling thought I was unhappy: "What's wrong? Don't you like me calling you that?"
I quickly shook my head: "How could I! My own sister calling me 'husband' makes me overjoyed. It's just that it's the first time someone has called me that, so I'm a little taken aback, darling."
Hearing me call her darling, Yueling jumped for joy, grabbed my hand, and playfully called out, "Husband—husband—husband—husband—husband—husband—husband—"
I quickly covered her mouth: "Are you crazy? Be careful Mom and Dad hear you! Don't just call me that!" "If you get used to calling me that, try calling me that at home in front of Mom, Dad, and Xiaoqing too, and see how embarrassed you'll be!"
Hearing this, Yueling immediately became obedient, hanging her head dejectedly, and said, "Sigh... I'm destined to be sneaking around with my husband for the rest of my life, my fate is as bitter as bitter melon."
Seeing her dejected, I quickly hugged her, "Calling me 'brother' isn't so bad, is it? When we make love, I love calling you 'little sister,' it feels so close to me, so intimate."
Yueling smiled and nodded, "Yes, brother, dear brother..." Just
then, Mom's voice came from the kitchen, "You two little rascals, come and eat breakfast, then go pick up Yueqing!"
I grabbed Yueling's messy hair and said, "Mom's calling for dinner! You're going to get scolded if you keep this up!" Yueling stuck out her tongue and immediately jumped to the mirror to fix her hair. Seeing that Yueling wouldn't be finished anytime soon, I went to the table to deal with Mom.
At the table, Mom kept nagging. Yueling and I knew Mom was about to see Yueqing, and she was understandably excited and nervous, so we just kept going and ate quickly. Before I'd even swallowed my last bite of breakfast, Mom urged Yueling and me to hurry up and leave for the airport. Yueling, still holding her bowl and picking at her food, said with dissatisfaction, "Ugh! Mom! I haven't finished eating yet!"
Mom tapped Yueling's head with her fingertip: "Eat, eat, eat! All you ever think about is eating! You've never missed a meal, but this one's so slow. What will we do when Yueqing gets off the plane and no one picks her up?" Yueling had no choice but to quickly shovel the rice into her mouth, and we hurriedly set off.
My mom would never have imagined that Yueqing was actually staying at a hotel not far from our house. Yueling and I arrived at the hotel quickly. Yueqing was already dressed in her white dress and sitting on the bed in the room waiting for us.
Yueling had indeed recovered quite well. As soon as she saw Yueqing, she jumped up and down, shouting, "Sister Qing! Sister Qing, I'll sleep with you tonight!" Yueqing and
Yueling pressed their cheeks together. "Okay, Lingmei, you can sleep on the inside of the bed." Seeing these two sisters so affectionate, a sense of guilt began to creep back into my heart. Perhaps I should make a choice between these two wonderful girls.
When Yueqing saw me, her eyes lit up. Because she was still holding Yueling in her arms, she couldn't be too affectionate with me, but she secretly held my hand from behind Yueling.
"Xiao Qing, it's still early, let's go buy a suitcase." I said, looking at the small backpack next to Yue Qing. "Just a small backpack, it doesn't look like you've moved in."
Yue Qing nodded, while Yue Ling shouted, "I want a red one! I want a red one! If you don't need one, give it to me, Qing-jie!"
Yue Qing couldn't refuse Yue Ling, so she smiled and agreed. Yue Ling grabbed Yue Qing's small backpack and ran towards the elevator. As we left the room, Yue Qing and I took one last look inside. The delinquent outfit Yue Qing had worn when she first appeared before us was neatly folded and placed on the table in the room, along with the half-finished bottle of brandy.
"Don't you want it anymore?" I asked.
Yue Qing said calmly, "I don't need it anymore." After saying that, she slowly closed the door.
After buying the suitcase, the three of us wandered around outside for more than an hour. Estimating that it was about time, I drove my two sisters home. All the way there, Yueling and Yueqing chatted non-stop in the back seat. Yueling kept talking about sleeping with Sister Qing that night, while Yueqing kept asking about her godparents. The two girls were as excited as if they had just met.
Finally, we arrived at the front door. I deliberately let Yueqing walk in front, indicating that she should ring the doorbell. Yueqing turned back to look at Yueling and me, hesitant. Yueling nudged Yueqing: "Sister Qing, go ring the doorbell! Mom has been waiting for you!"
Yueqing nodded. Relatives she hadn't seen for many years, the elders she was once closest to, were now on the other side of the door. What kind of scene would she see? What expression should she wear when facing her long-lost godparents?
Yueqing's hand trembled as she pressed the doorbell heavily.
"Ding-a-ling—" The sound had barely faded when Mom's anxious footsteps came from inside, and the door opened. Mom and Dad were standing in the doorway. They and Yueqing, after four years apart, had finally met!
My mother looked towards the doorway and saw a graceful young woman in a white dress standing before Yueling and me, with a suitcase beside her. Looking closer at the girl's face, she realized she hadn't changed much from a few years ago; it was clearly her goddaughter, Yueqing, whom she hadn't seen for many years.
I thought my mother would warmly welcome Yueqing inside, but before she could even say a word, tears streamed down her face. Seeing my mother like this, Yueqing spoke first: "Godmother! Godfather! Your unfilial goddaughter has come to see you!" After saying this, she herself couldn't help but cry.
Mom hugged Yueqing tightly, "Oh, my child, you've suffered so much all these years! Why didn't you come to your godmother when you were in trouble? Do you still remember me?"
Dad, behind Mom, was also extremely emotional, his eyes red-rimmed. "Yueqing, I've already told your dad about your coming. Just stay here."
Yueqing just kept crying while hugging Mom, unable to say a word .
Seeing everyone so emotional, I quickly tried to persuade her, "Oh, Dad! Mom! Are you just going to block Yueqing at the door like this? Come inside first!"
Mom nodded repeatedly, "Yes! Yes! Yueqing, come in and see the house." She took Yueqing's hand tightly and led her into the living room, sitting on the sofa.
I whispered to Yueling, "Go sit next to Mom. She gets easily agitated; try to calm her down." Yueling nodded and obediently sat down next to Mom.
Mom didn't let go of Yueqing's hand, as if Yueqing would fly away if she did. She asked Yueqing what kind of plane she took and how long the flight lasted. Yueqing, who wasn't good at lying, panicked and couldn't answer. It was Yueling who came to her rescue, handling all her mother's questions.
Her mother then launched into a barrage of questions about Yueqing's life over the past few years. Sometimes, when Yueqing mentioned the hardships of life, her mother couldn't help but shed a few tears, leaving Yueqing feeling somewhat lost. Luckily, Yueling was there, constantly interrupting and teasing, usually warming up the atmosphere when her mother was upset.
Her mother kept calling her "goddaughter," and Yueqing reciprocated by calling her "godmother." Hearing this, the father chimed in, "Hey! You two, if you ask me, stop calling each other goddaughter and godmother, it sounds like chili sauce. Yueqing, since you've moved in, just call her Mom."
Yueling quickly chimed in, "Okay, okay! Sister Qing, call her, call her, and she'll be my real sister!"
Hearing her father's suggestion, the mother was overjoyed, looking at Yueqing with expectant eyes. Yueqing cried and laughed, choking out, "Mom!—" The mother hurriedly responded, "Yes—!"
Yueling joined in the fun, "Me too, me too, Mom—!" This made the mother laugh heartily, "Hahaha! What are you doing joining in, you little rascal!"
The mother was sandwiched between Yueling and Yueqing, one as lively as an elf, the other as serene as a fairy, one passionate as fire, the other gentle as jade. The three of them, mother and daughters, huddled together, laughing and joking, enjoying each other's company. As the saying goes, a daughter is a warm, comforting presence, and at that moment, Mom must have deeply felt the happiness and joy of motherhood. For
this afternoon feast to welcome Yueqing, Mom prepared more than ten dishes, with plates, bowls, and dishes of all sizes covering the entire square table in the small dining room. Yueqing, Yueling, and I sat in order on one side; Mom sat opposite Yueqing, and Dad sat opposite Yueling and me. The meal lasted from noon until evening. I drank a few glasses of wine with my enthusiastic father, while Yueqing, being on abstaining from alcohol, didn't touch a drop, only chatting casually with Mom. Yueling ate heartily this time, devouring almost half the food on the table.
Late at night, everything quieted down. I lay in my room, staring at the ceiling. My younger sister, Yueling, lived next door to my left; lively and adorable, like an elf. My cousin Yueqing lives next door to my right. She is gentle and lovely, like a fairy.
I heard Yueling's footsteps running from her room to Yueqing's, and then I heard the two sisters laughing and playing next door to my right. That night, Yueling would definitely cling to Yueqing and sleep with her, and Yueqing, I imagine, was also eagerly anticipating this night with her cousin. The feeling of them being next door was exactly the same as when Yueqing used to stay with me when I was little.
Today, our generation of siblings is living together again. My room is flanked by two younger sisters, family members I grew up with. But my feelings are incredibly complicated. I love Yueling, and I love Yueqing, and I've been hiding this from their respective partners, while both sisters love me wholeheartedly. I'm sorry to them! Just because of my indulgence in lust and my hesitant choices, I've planted a time bomb in their future relationship. This guilt is my greatest pressure.
But I also feel happy, and I truly hope that the three of us siblings can live like this forever, and that I can take care of them as their brother and lover for the rest of my life.
Guilt or happiness, which feeling is stronger?
If I had to choose, I think it would be happiness.
Because…
my sister is next door!
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