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A figure carefully carried a box containing a cake he had bought for his sister.
Today was her sixteenth birthday, and giving her a surprise and making her happy was the most
important .
A large robe completely concealed his figure, but his slender, long hands, visible through the sleeves, were crystalline.
He took out his key and pushed open the heavily locked door. Although it was dimly lit, he could still vaguely
see a figure lying on the bed. When the image came into view, his eyes couldn't help but moisten. His sister
had been lying in bed for four years.
"Brother, you're back?" The figure on the bed heard the door open and turned to look towards the doorway.
"Yes, that's right." The girl's brother, suppressing his heartache, took a deep breath before
continuing , "Today is your birthday, so I bought a cake to eat with you.
Today you're sixteen, practically an adult, so let's celebrate properly."
"Brother..." The girl on the bed burst into tears upon hearing this. She knew their family's situation;
since their parents passed away and she lost her mobility, she had relied on her brother's work for the past four years.
And since her brother heard that her surgery offered a chance to regain some of her abilities, he had worked even harder to save money. As for the cake,
even if it was the cheapest kind, something an ordinary family could afford regularly, it was an incredibly
precious thing to them.
"I don't really understand these things, but everyone only has one sixteenth birthday in their life, because at sixteen,
the physical pain is nothing compared to the joy of the heart. "
After putting everything away, the man returned to the bedside and hugged his sister, saying, "Brother is going to give
my precious , so we can have a proper party." "
Brother...I..." The girl's face turned bright red, unable to finish a sentence.
"Is there something dirty?" As the older brother, the man knew what it was. For the past four years, he had felt this way every time his sister could
n't . The boy and girl in the story had committed a serious crime, but he
always had this expression when he defecated directly on the diaper. He understood that his sister always wanted to wait for him to come back before
acting like a man, but he also helped with most of her daily private matters, making him more familiar with her
body than she was with herself.
He gently put his sister back on the bed, his hands on the edge of the diaper that replaced her underwear.
After untying the large joint, a faint stench wafted out. "Good girl, brother will help you clean it up."
The man carefully wiped the girl's thighs and buttocks clean, and finally took all the filth
and dirty diaper away to wash it off. Although four years had passed, and the other party was her own brother,
the girl still so shy that she would only keep her eyes tightly closed. Each time he cleaned her, she felt useless, yet she was also very
grateful to him, after all, he was her blood-related brother. The only thing that made her feel fortunate was that perhaps because of
him, her heart was even more uneasy.
"All done, now it's time to bathe my precious little sister." After cleaning his sister's discharge, the
man stretched out his cleansed hands and began to help the girl in front of him undress. The thin body was dressed in a thin
nightgown, revealing
her small breasts. The girl's chest was only slightly raised, and the nipples and areolas were not clearly visible
unless you looked closely. Her fair skin was a sickly sign of lack of sunlight. Basically, the girl's appearance
was that of hair that reached her thighs.
In contrast to that appearance was her growing soul, which knew what the opposite sex was and what shame was.
She let her brother undress her, holding her in his arms as he stroked and wiped her body.
In those days of losing her parents and her ability to move, only her brother's daily care and selfless devotion
slowly guided the girl's heart towards healing and calm.
Once, having lost everything, she felt there was no meaning to life, but what she resented most was that heaven
had even taken away her ability to commit suicide, leaving her lying motionless in bed, sometimes only able to shift her head slightly
before being helped to sit up. Then he would open a gift box, place the cake on the table, and light the candles,
the only strength he possessed being able to lift thin books and newspapers. Later, when the family couldn't even afford hospitalization,
she truly wanted to die, but it was a single sentence from her brother that made her willing to live. "You are my sister,
" the girl's confession left her brother speechless, and he could only resort to avoidance. "
From now on, I will take care of you, so please live on."
Once, having lost everything, he lacked the courage to live, complaining that heaven hadn't
taken . A fourteen-year-old boy, still in junior high, faced the burdens of his parents' funeral expenses, his sister's medical
bills, and daily living costs, forcing him, who had previously enjoyed a carefree youthful life, to confront
the harsh realities of society. Overwhelmed by the weight of life, he thought suicide would be better.
However, when he saw his sister lying motionless, a thought came to mind, a thought he
would never utter: "I am not the most tragic one, and my sister can only rely on me, so
I must try my best to live."
They took a bath together, the man holding a towel in his right hand, using the clean water to wipe his sister's body from head to toe
again and again, while he himself only briefly dried himself after cleaning her.
"Let me tell you, brother, you always smell so good. Just smelling that scent makes me feel at
ease ." The girl snuggled against her brother, enjoying the happiest moment of her day.
"Silly girl, what's so good about your brother?" Hearing his sister's words, he, as the older brother, was somewhat
touched.
"Hehe." Usually lying alone in bed,
the girl , so how could she stop? "Brother's chest is like a pillow. As long as I sleep on it, I feel so
comfortable."
After the girl finished speaking, she vigorously rubbed her brother's chest, but she didn't see her brother's face suddenly turn pale.
He let his younger sister sit on his lap, his left hand supporting her waist. To conserve water,
the light in their room was dim, as if they had heard something they didn't want to hear.
A gift.
Feeling his sister's flushed cheeks and listening to her soft whispers,
the man always tried his best to fulfill the request of his sister, whom he considered his life: "Tell me, whatever you want, I'll
buy it for you."
"Make me a woman, a woman who belongs to you, brother." The girl's voice was not loud, but each word was clear
and firm.
After saying this, the girl quietly waited for her most important brother's answer. This was her deepest
desire, the only gift she could give him, but she knew he would never agree
. Although the accident had fixed her body in the past, her heart continued to grow, so she knew
what her only family in the world had sacrificed for her. Although she realized it, every time she tried to stop him,
she would press her face close to his ear and say, "Brother, today is my birthday," so she wanted to
stop and tell him to find an easier job. But all she got in response was him gently patting her head and telling her not to
worry.
"Sister," the man said, reaching out to stroke the girl's head, his eyes only on her, "This is something
you should do with your lover, not with your brother."
Although he already knew the answer, tears still fell from the girl's eyes. She knew her brother didn't want to hurt her feelings, but she knew even more that he didn't want her to be sad and cry. And no matter what she asked for, as long as she cried, he would be the most important person in
her brother's life . 　　"You..." This request immediately embarrassed the man, or rather, it was something most men preparing for sexual intercourse would find extremely awkward . 　　He reached out and gently wiped away the tears from the girl's eyes. As her older brother, he couldn't bear to see his only sister cry. 　　However, because the erotic parts had a pure love core, and the author was rather innocent... it wasn't as intense as some similar works. This request, however, was something he found extremely unexpected, and it touched upon the thing he least wanted his sister to know . 　　After wiping their bodies clean with a large towel, the man carried the girl back to the living room, dressed her, and didn't say a word. 　　"Brother." Unable to bear the silence any longer, the girl called out to her only family member, "Are you feeling better ?" 　　"No." The man paused before continuing, "I just want you to understand. Your most precious thing hasn't grown much in the past six years, as if it's been magically frozen at age twelve . Why not leave it to your future husband?" 　　"Because...because I only love you." When you get better, you can go to school, make friends. Isn't it more meaningful to do that when you get married ?" 　　"Brother..." Hearing her brother's words, the girl finally burst into tears. "Brother...I know ...in this world...only...you...will be so unconditionally good to me...so...I only love you..." " Don't think about all that. Let's have a birthday party first." 　　"Is it good?" As the buyer, he was eager to know if his sister would like it. 　　"It's delicious." The girl replied with a smile, her dimples making her look incredibly cute. 　　The guilt of incest continued to fester in the man's heart. Nourished by his actions towards his loved ones, he continued , "But, brother, is it really not possible?" She asked, but the person she loved most had never done this before, and she believed it wouldn't be any different this time. 　　Looking into his sister's clear eyes, without a trace of hesitation, he understood that this was absolutely unavoidable. Therefore, he had no choice but to go along with her wishes, unless he truly wanted to make her sad and weep. 　　The man took a pill from his backpack and handed it to his sister along with a water bottle. "Take this first ; it's a birth control pill. Although you haven't started your period yet, it's still better to be careful." 　　Seeing her brother's actions and words, the girl already knew he had granted her request. Did her brother carry a female birth control pill with him? 　　After giving his sister the medicine, Xu Mei turned around and took out the blue pill he had hidden earlier, swallowing it himself. He knew that after a while , his lower body would become erect, until the effects of the medicine wore off. 　　As the only person in the house who could roam freely, Xu Mei naturally had to take responsibility for cleaning up all the mess and tidying up. When he returned to the bedside, he saw his sister's face flushed with anticipation. 　　Gently stroking his sister's long hair, the silky touch intoxicated him. "You don't have to now." 　　"Brother, come, let me be your woman." After saying that, she closed her eyes, waiting for the person she loved most to take away her most precious possession. The buttons on her clothes revealed the slight bulge in her chest. The nipples, the size of grains of rice on those peaks, seemed to blend into the peaks, completely indistinguishable without careful observation. His hands rested on the girl's breasts, kneading her small, fleshy nipples back and forth, sometimes tracing the nipples with his fingertips, giving her a stimulation she had never felt before. 　　His lips covered hers, her first kiss, which she gave to her brother. Guided by the man, the girl began to respond with clumsy skill , their sweet saliva constantly exchanging between their tongues. 　　After a long while, a thin strand of saliva connected their lips. The intense pleasure of their tongues merging had completely intoxicated the inexperienced girl, but she didn't realize why her brother, who had no girlfriend, was making such skillful movements. 　　"It's not too late to back out now," the man said immediately, feeling his sister's body trembling. Deep down, he had always hoped she would change her mind. 　　There was no reply. The girl's eyes remained tightly closed, but she strained to raise her hands, embracing her brother—the first person to enter her body, the love of her life. She responded with her actions, expressing her feelings. 　　The man sensed her intention and naturally bent down to let her embrace him, while his own hands also reached back to hold her.

Fang kissed his sister beneath him once more. Understanding her resolve, he decided to leave her with
the most beautiful memories, to make her happy. For him, his sister's happiness was everything, even if it meant
facing his sister on the bed. He leaned down and began kissing her cheek. He untied her hands
, but even if his sister were to leave this world soon, he would arrange everything for her so she could live carefree.
The girl's moans grew louder. Sexual stimulation brought indescribable pleasure, but the immoral act
made him increasingly uneasy. The only motivation that kept him going was
the desire of his beloved sister.
Unlike her brother on top of her, the girl, completely unfamiliar with everything, was opening her mind and body to experience her first
sexual encounter. The girl held absolute trust and love for her brother, and it was precisely this pure longing that allowed her to
quickly achieve sexual pleasure under his guidance. A clear spring gushed from the white, moist crevice;
the tender body, teased by her beloved, flushed pink.
"Mmm..." The young girl uttered a meaningless sound.
As the man's movements grew larger, the crevice seemed to transform into a hot spring, the
endless of nectar wetting their joined parts. The man's lower body gradually became engorged and hard,
already hot to the touch. "Brother, let me see your
rod, okay?" The girl couldn't suppress her curiosity, wanting to see what the legendary engorged and erect
penis looked like.
For a girl, this was just a normal request, but the one pressing beneath him was his beloved sister,
and his current arousal was entirely due to drugs; if too much time passed, it would naturally soften.
However , the moment he met his sister's expectant gaze, he gave in.
Gradually, he straightened his body, his dark red penis standing erect, tilted towards the sky, its
upright posture like a soldier facing an officer, unmoving as a mountain.
"Hehe." The girl couldn't help but laugh when she saw this, and even reached out to touch the swollen tip of the penis.
This action did not lessen the eroticism of the work, but rather increased its connotation, it could be said to be unusual.
"It seems like a little turtle, soft to the touch, but also very hard, and very warm, completely different from usual
."
The man grabbed the girl's hand and kissed her slender fingertips. "Let's begin."
"Brother, come on, take me."
Putting down his sister's white jade-like hand, the man moved his target to her jade gate. The undeveloped lower body
was like a door made of fine jade, tightly closed on both sides, with only a crack visible from the outside. At this moment, this
unopened gate awaited the arrival of her beloved. The honeyed fluid flowing from the depths of her jade gate,
like a welcoming carpet, fully expressed the host's sincerity.
Xu Mei placed two fingers on either side of the jade gate; with just a slight effort, the gate opened. Inside was her pink fleshy orifice, completely hidden from the outside, only the sweet, fragrant fluid flowing from
within . Above that beautiful cavern, there was a small mound—the most sensitive bud of the young girl. 　　Xu Mei leaned down to approach the girl's lower body, kissing her once more, but this time he kissed her labia . Xu Mei curled his tongue and slowly inserted it into that beautiful cavern, sucking on his beloved's nickname. Under the unprecedented stimulation, the girl instinctively tightened her lower body muscles, her tender flesh pressing tightly against her brother 's shirt. Realizing the importance of his sister's figure, the brother, in turn, withdrew his tongue. Though brief, a thin thread of saliva connected his tongue tip to her alluring vulva. 　　"Relax," the man said, stroking her head, captivated by her soft hair. 　　"Come in, brother." 　　"It'll hurt a little." The man's fingers, placed on his sister's vulva, slowly parted, revealing the tiny opening . Her vulva trembled slightly with her body's movements, like a mouth calling out. The man placed his erect penis on her small opening, using the flowing saliva as lubricant, slowly but surely pushing forward. 　　The fully erect penis was far too large for the unexplored virgin cave, but with the aid of the nectar, it still entered smoothly. The excruciating pain of the stretched passage made the girl's body feel like it had never been before. She thought and wrote and wrote, but could never write a theme that satisfied her. Later, she put all her thoughts into words. 　　In contrast to her, her brother felt that the girl beneath him, that tiny "brother," was like a series of knives stabbing into his heart, cutting him all over, but he absolutely could not reveal it. At this moment, during the continuous thrusting, the large, erect penis felt extremely stimulated. That soft pleasure was a love for the female body. But for the man, every time his body felt pleasure and joy , his heart felt even more sorrow and bitterness. 　　In the dim light, two bodies on the bed were intertwined. While the upper body wasn't fully visible, the firm breasts were still vaguely discernible, their cup-shaped breasts swaying with her movements, displaying waves of flesh. Her slender waist, without a trace of coarseness, instead always tempted to reach out and embrace it. 　　Then, after a fierce thrust, their groins pressed tightly together. As the older brother, he had reached his limit, and this time, she wanted to give her brother her most precious possession—this was the ultimate pleasure she had ever experienced. The penis deeply inserted into her sister's body began to ejaculate within their beloved. And receiving his sister's essence, he too reached the pinnacle of ecstasy. In her heart, the girl desperately wanted her brother to leave his current job and walk hand in hand with her on the path of life. 　　A year later, after rigorous surgery and a long recovery process, the girl's body was once again able to move freely. And because she was raised at home, her favorite thing to do was browse, which allowed her to catch up with her studies quickly after returning to school. For the girl, the most important thing was that her brother had finally resigned from his original job and started looking for a new one. 　　A pair of weak little hands tightly gripped her brother's sleeve; she knew that with just one wave of his hand, she would be unable to hold on to her old job and would have to start looking for a new one.

Although her brother always wore loose robes to conceal his figure, and his physique limited his job
options in the girl's heart, her brother was always the most important person.
He provided support when she needed it most, gave her the courage to survive, and gave her so much...
One day, while she was studying, she suddenly felt a rolling sensation in her lower body; that long-lost
feeling of something foreign returned to her crotch. In an instant, her face turned pale, and her brother, noticing her
distress, immediately rushed over. However, when she stood up and looked down, she only saw a glimpse of something inside her large trousers.
When she came to her senses, she was already on the street, frantically searching everywhere, when she saw a man in a long robe
peeking out from under her pants. Seeing this, her brother quietly told her that this must be her first period, proof that her
body was beginning to mature.
Everything seemed to have been lifted from the clouds above their heads, allowing the plants to
finally receive sunlight. In just over six months, although her height hadn't yet reached the standard for a seventeen-year-old,
it was growing rapidly and flourishing. After the first rays of sunlight, the girl's figure seemed to have recovered from the years of hardship;
she was no longer as short as before, and her skin was soft and radiant.
Another year passed, and it was the girl's birthday again. To celebrate her eighteenth birthday, she
dressed up , wanting to dedicate this day entirely to her brother and share that joyful time with him once more.
"Brother, hug me." That evening, the girl once again made this request to her brother. "Today I'm
eighteen , so I want my brother to hug me."
After taking the medication, she was so immersed in her joy that she overlooked an important matter: why her brother...
Past experiences made the brother naturally understand the meaning behind his sister's words, but he still sat beside her,
reached out his hand, and embraced his beloved sister. He had no lustful desires, only a pure embrace for
his sister . Although he had stopped taking medication to alter his constitution,
the changes hadn't disappeared. He still possessed male function, but he didn't
react . This, however, reassured him, allowing him to care for his sister purely as a family,
without worrying about assaulting her growing beauty.
A simple embrace wasn't enough for the girl; she craved her lover's complete advances, to leave
his mark on her body, and finally, to cling tightly to her brother and enjoy ultimate pleasure together.
Knowing his own body's condition, the brother gently pushed the girl onto the bed. His soft, luscious lips, as always,
bent down to kiss her neck, while his nimble hands slipped inside her clothes, grasping
the soft flesh of her breasts through her bra, gripping the entrance of his penis, the honeyed fluid continuously flowing from her core, slowly awakening her long-dormant breasts
. The only thing that bothered the girl over the past two years was her breasts; they were only small and still developing,
and sometimes she even thought her brother's were bigger and rounder than hers.
The girl's greatest desire was that her figure could attract her brother, allowing him to forget his unfortunate
past and rebuild a happy life with her. Finally, she had a slight hope that she
could conceive his child and become his wife.
Intentionally or unintentionally, the girl constantly rubbed her hips against her brother's crotch, trying to arouse
his desire, but she couldn't get him to respond as she wished. Seeing
the look of disappointment on her face, the man subconsciously reached down to his sister's crotch and began to caress her vulva. The
girl's pubic hair was thicker than it had been two years ago, but it was still smooth and silky, unlike the coarse hair of most people.
The elder brother's jade-like fingers gently tapped on the increasingly mature doorway, then pressed the
doorbell lightly. The melodious ring signaled to the homeowner that a guest had arrived.
"You're practically an adult now, so I specially chose a beautiful big cake." The young woman, busy putting down the box in her hand, 　　uttered the simple, direct words, just two words containing countless meanings. Responding to her desires was
the elder brother's index finger inserted into her tender opening. The finger moved quickly in and out of the moist cavern, while simultaneously pressing the sensitive bud with his thumb, providing direct stimulation. Finally, he slowly reinserted it. After a while, allowing the girl to readjust, the elder brother withdrew once , then inserted his index and middle fingers all the way in. The foreign object inside her body had doubled in thickness, causing the girl immediate discomfort. However, the intense sensation, and the mere thought that it was her brother inserting it, filled her with an indescribable happiness . Psychology influenced psychology, and under her brother's intense stimulation of her breasts and fingers , she felt as if she were floating on clouds, reaching her first orgasm as an adult. Enveloped in pleasure and happiness, she thought, 　　"I...I'm such a bad brother." Looking at his hands, smeared with his sister's fluids, he had left after her recovery, but he had never truly left, hoping to spend more time with her . But now, he made up his mind to leave her, to let her start anew. 　　Furthermore, he was experiencing multiple health problems; the side effects of the medication were becoming increasingly apparent, and he felt as if he could hear the countdown to his own death. His final wish was to die somewhere his sister couldn't see him, so that she would only remember him as a good brother. 　　When the girl woke up, she only found a note and a bankbook on the table. Her beloved brother was gone. 　　"Don't look for me." The note only had four simple words, but it seemed to drain the girl's mind , instantly extinguishing all her thinking ability. She was overwhelmed with unbearable pain. But the possibility of being with her beloved brother made her heart soar like a cloud. She would run to anyone who came across her brother to confirm if they were indeed hers. That birthday, which should have been the happiest day, the day she officially became an adult, became the day the girl least wanted to remember. 　　The streets at noon were always quite hot, making people reluctant to walk in the sun. However, the man 　　who returned to the bedside reached out and touched his sister's head, saying, "You've almost saved enough money for the surgery, only your brother..." The girl completely ignored the heat, constantly running on the road, hoping to find her...

The person she loved. Suddenly, she saw a slender figure on the opposite side of the road. The figure under the long robe and the...
Noticing the girl's breathing becoming rapid, the man slowed his finger movements, slowly pulling out... But
unfortunately, her body wouldn't obey her commands. She could only grip to a limited extent, and unable to move, so although
the image of her brother was deeply imprinted in her mind was exactly the same, and the other person immediately turned away after seeing her ,
the girl rushed forward without thinking.
A harsh screech of brakes came, the sound of wheels screeching against the asphalt.
The hands, smooth and translucent, made onlookers think they were carved from fine jade.
Ahead, a petite body was thrown into the air. But what shocked all the passersby was that the girl seemed to feel
no pain. Despite her serious injuries, she still tried to crawl across the road, and a figure suddenly ran towards her from the
crowd .
But a car being chased by the police ignored traffic rules and drove past, knocking down the person in the robe and
dragging him under the car, leaving a bloody trail.
[The End]
He felt extremely guilty, he should have just stayed by his sister's side to protect her, and he had already decided
...
I am very grateful to all the judges, and especially to Uzi for his opinions on this article, which is why it was able to be published here.
I am a novice writer, and this is my first time participating in such a writing contest. I know
how inadequate my abilities are, but at least at this moment, I am truly doing my best to write, hoping to express my...
that hard erection, to arouse the girl's curiosity. The usually limp thing between the legs of the older brother, this is
what I wanted to feel.
The postponement of this summer's essay contest actually gave me more time to reflect on this short essay, making
up the shortcomings of the initial draft. It was truly a blessing in disguise.
The feelings between them were the purest form of love.
They could have chosen not to cross that line, ensuring their sibling relationship wouldn't be broken. However, the
sister prioritized her own feelings, forgetting to carefully observe her brother's psychological state. And the brother, because
he had never rejected his sister, naturally ended up with tragedy.
Love requires understanding and tolerance, but when love loses this basic element, it only becomes a disaster.
On a side note, I had been preparing for this essay since the announcement, but I wanted to
cut everything down, leaving only the feeling I most wanted to express: "taboo." That was the initial
idea for this essay. Afterward, an impression lingered in my mind, and after interpreting it, it became
the theme of this essay: "sin" and "love."
Later, while organizing the comics, I remembered the origin of this impression. "Angel Sanctuary," by Kaori Yuki
, is a manga about sibling love. Every character, whether angel, demon, or
human , is sinful, but all their sins stem from love. 　　Rereading the manga, I　　realized how deeply I had been affected by the love between
my brother and sister
.
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... This work shares a common theme with "Angel Sanctuary," not only in its sibling relationship but, more importantly, as the author himself stated, the emotional struggle between sin and love that gives the work its immense tension. 　　Compared to the first edition, this version significantly reduces the scenes of sex between the siblings and increases the subsequent development of the characters, making it a successful revision. It represents a major breakthrough, even if it's somewhat rough around the edges, but considering this is the author's first work, there's great potential for improvement. Incidentally, in the pure love genre, Japanese author Nakayama Bunjuro ( Doukyuusei ) and Taiwanese author Black Doll are considered among the best; I recommend the author take inspiration from their works. 　　Overall, this is an exceptionally good short story, but there's room for improvement. [The following appears to be unrelated and possibly machine-generated text : 盯于少女下腹处。＊ ...

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