Spring on a Desert Island

"Three months have passed, and not a single ship has sailed through this area. There's no hope left.
Am I destined to spend my whole life on this deserted island?" Nagami Ten'i murmured to himself, despair creeping into his mind.

If he were alone, he might have already committed suicide; after all,
no one could endure such a solitary existence. While it's said that people live for hope, that's merely a consolation. If things
could be achieved simply by talking about them, then so many people wouldn't live in constant misery.

Before, he had no idea why he lived, just drifting through life aimlessly. But now, facing this
desperate situation, his only goal was to live well, not for himself, but for…

'Mom and Dad must be devastated when they hear the news of the plane crash, right?' Banishing those troubling thoughts
, his mind returned to his parents far away in Tokyo.

He and his sister had come to Hawaii specifically to celebrate his sister's acceptance into the University of Tokyo, but they encountered
a sudden storm, and their plane crashed. But fate seemed to be playing a cruel joke on us, managing to bring
us, the two survivors of the plane crash—a brother and sister—to this small, isolated island . "When I first saw the news reports of the plane crash, I didn't feel much, but being one of them myself made me realize how cruel it is." Arriving on this secluded island felt like the whole world had abandoned us; civilization was no longer relevant to us, and this change happened almost overnight— it was truly heartless. What was worse was that the island was far from any flight paths. Even though we initially held great hope, as time went on, our future, like a candle in the wind, grew increasingly dim. "We might stay here for five, ten, twenty, even fifty, a hundred years, until we 're hundreds of years old before anyone discovers us. By then, we might have vanished silently, turned to bones, or left nothing behind." A pessimistic thought lingered in my mind, but I absolutely couldn't show it. I had to let my sister know there was still a glimmer of hope. I was her support; if I didn't even have confidence in myself, how could I take care of her? Yet, another voice within me said, "Perhaps this is exactly what you want." Yes, sometimes I really did think that way. "Tianwei, come here! Dinner's ready." A sweet, gentle female voice interrupted my reverie. I got up and walked towards it. My clothes were practically torn to shreds; I was practically half-naked. After all, three months wasn't a short time, and I had to venture deep into the thorny forest to find anything edible . It was only natural that my clothes were ruined. However, because the island was in the tropics, unlike cold Japan, I didn't feel cold even without clothes. My sister was a little better off than me, but looking at her beautiful dress (which was probably no longer tattered), I figured she was nearing the end of her life. Maybe then… 'How can I let my mind wander?' I silently warned myself, trying my best to focus on the present. Although it was supposed to be a meal, nothing could really be called "food," but under my sister's magical hands, it had become a very sumptuous feast. "Ah, this looks delicious. Well, I won't be polite," I said, using my usual polite phrase, picking up the bowl (though it was actually just a seashell I'd gathered from the shore) to eat. "Be careful! Don't choke," my sister said gently. My heart immediately warmed, and my spirits lifted. My sister was always so gentle , even in this environment, she hadn't changed at all! Memories flooded back, and I stared at her, lost in thought. Compared to my beautiful and gentle older sister, I'm probably nothing special. My grades are bad, my looks aren't great, and I'm often mischievous and prone to fighting. But since childhood , my sister has always taken care of me gently. Back then, I often thought, "My future spouse must be someone like my sister." I wonder if that counts as my ideal? Actually, I really like my sister. It's not the usual sibling love; I'm fully aware of it myself , but I don't know if my sister knows it too. But I also vaguely know that my sister loves me as well. Although I say I want to marry a girl like my sister, deep down I hope to marry her, even though it's unacceptable to the world. What's wrong with siblings loving each other? Why can't they get married? Didn't humanity have a period of incest? So why can't it be done now? The whole world is an obstacle to me marrying my sister, and I'm frantically cursing the world. Everyone has the right to pursue happiness, but my sister and I don't. Perhaps one day, a man will take my sister away, and I might be plunged into darkness, even hell. I don't think anything could be as terrible as living without my sister. Will I go mad? I think that's highly likely . Holding explosives in my arms with my sister, or perhaps shooting myself in front of her—I've had all sorts of thoughts. Without my sister, I can no longer be considered a person; at best, I'll be a vengeful beast. Living in the deepest depths of hell, what else do I have to fear? I'll destroy everything in this world because it prevents my sister and me from being happy. My sister is a stunning beauty, possessing the most beautiful body and admirable gentleness. You can find all the virtues of womanhood in her. A woman like that is bound to be pursued by someone, and I forever harbor this unease. My sister loves me, but under societal pressure, she will marry another man. But I absolutely don't want that, absolutely not. I don't want her to marry anyone but me. I consider all worldly opinions to be utter nonsense. I dare to defy the world and commit murder, arson, rape, and kidnapping for my sister's sake. Even if it means becoming an enemy of everyone in the world, it would be worth it. Without her, I would have nothing.

My parents seem to love me, but they don't love me at all. Why did they bring me into
this world? If I had been born into another family, things wouldn't be like this. I hate heaven, I hate earth, I hate everything in this world
. Why are they so cruel to me? I will kill anyone who gets in my way, I
must be strong and overcome all obstacles.

"I can't miss my sister!" My heart screamed, the confusion was driven away, and my
belief was firm. "I am willing to endure eight kinds of suffering and ten kinds of hardship..." This seems to be something said by Yamanaka Shikanosuke of the Amago clan during the Warring States period,
but for me, it is far from enough. Going to the eighteenth level of hell, being cursed by the world forever, these are not
problems. I only want to be with my sister.

Being with the woman I love is the greatest happiness, and also the eternal pain in my heart. I want to forget all of this,
but it's all too late. A name is already engraved in my heart—my sister's name is
Kami Miyuki.

Let go of everything, I can't let go; abandon everything, I can't bear to. Obsession is suffering, confusion is suffering.
If I force my own thoughts onto my sister, will she feel happy? Even if she doesn't want to,
I can't let her go. My heart is torn between persistence and abandonment, but alas, I can never truly
let go. Just imagining her lying beneath another man fills me with uncontrollable rage.

This is absolutely unacceptable, even if it defies heaven, even if it's utterly rebellious, even if it's a mountain of knives and a sea of fire, even if it's a near-death
experience, even if all the calamities befall me… I would gladly accept it all. Who can blame me for the profound impression she
left ? That kind of longing, even if my body turns to ashes, I could never forget. I love
my sister. Perhaps "love" isn't even enough to describe one ten-thousandth of my feelings for her. She is the only one I've chosen
for life, the woman I've chosen to be with for all eternity. She is my soul, my everything.
I absolutely, positively will not allow anyone to destroy our relationship.

What an unforgettable, life-and-death love it is! Our hearts are constantly
communicating, though neither of us has spoken aloud, we both implicitly acknowledge this fact. It's
the accumulation of years of affection, a refuge for our souls to find solace in each other. Oh God! How cruelly fate is playing tricks on us! It has brought
us together so deeply, yet erected an invisible chasm between us, one that neither of us can cross.

I desperately want to possess her body; given our spiritual connection, this physical union is also necessary
. Not for lust, but like the communication of love, without it, love cannot be considered perfect. But
I never want to force her, because I know that in the secular world, our love has no future, only destruction
. Since that's the case, why force her to do something she doesn't want to do?!

Perhaps being isolated on this deserted island is a good thing, because at least our dreams
can come true. Here, there are no worldly constraints, and no one will stop us. But I'm
a little afraid —have I misunderstood my sister's feelings? Does she only feel brotherly affection for me? If I were to actually ask
, and she answered like that, I would fall into an abyss of eternal damnation, for ten thousand years—no, perhaps until the end of the universe,
I would never escape.

"Loving too deeply is painful"—I don't know who said that, but it couldn't be more true for me
. Although perhaps just one step forward would bring happiness, I was filled with a fear of loss
. I dared not take the risk, or perhaps I was afraid of the real outcome. What would her answer be? I
had no idea.

"What's wrong? You look strange." Perhaps seeing the gritted teeth on my face,
my sister looked at me with concern, bringing her beautiful face closer. I stared blankly at the beautiful
woman so close to me, wanting only to pull her into my arms.

"What's wrong? You seem a little strange. Are you sick?"

Seeing that I didn't respond, my sister carefully examined my face, her bright, clear eyes filled with
tenderness. Her fingers touched my forehead. My heart pounded. I had felt skin-to-skin contact
before, but each time it always excited me deeply.

"Sister, I love you so much! I want to be with you forever and ever!" These words slipped out unconsciously. I
put down my bowl, opened my arms, and embraced her, wanting to kiss her red lips. I was startled by my own actions
; I had unintentionally blurted it out.

She struggled, her beautiful eyes filled with panic: "Don't do this, that's not right, you can't..."

Struck as if by lightning, despair flashed in my eyes: Sure enough, my sister only felt brotherly love for me, and I had finally
met my demise.

Releasing her, my face was beyond description—"ashen." I had nothing left, nothing at all.
There was no light left in my future. Heart-wrenching pain, unbearable agony, my liver breaking—these words couldn't describe my
feelings. I felt utterly empty, as if enveloped by an endless night.

"So I was just deluding myself." What else could I think? What was the point of saying anything more? I
wanted to die, but would death solve everything? If I were truly dead, perhaps my soul would weep in the eternal night
! To suffer in hell would be a joke to me, for I've already fallen into
a cage more painful than hell itself. What could be more cruel than that?

It's over, everything is over. My world collapsed in an instant, nothing remains, only my
lonely soul wanders in the darkness.

"Brother, we are siblings, we can't love each other, you need to be rational..."

I didn't hear a word she said. What is pain? What is sorrow?
Does a heart as cold as withered wood count? Does a heart broken into knots count? But what do these things matter? They are merely superficial sorrows
. "The greatest sorrow is a dead heart," but that's not true either. The deepest sorrow isn't a dead heart, but
an endless despair, because you know you can never achieve it, you will forever suffer its torment.
It's like a venomous snake that gnaws at your soul, constantly eroding it, causing unbearable pain, leaving you
helpless and adrift, unable to find peace, making your life worse than death.

The profound suffering is indescribable; a desperate soul wanders, and I am already dead. Yes, now...
I can no longer be considered alive; even if I were alive, I'd be nothing more than a walking corpse. Perhaps being a soulless
walking corpse is happier.

"Damn heaven, why do you always so cruelly steal people's happiness?" I looked up at the sky.

"Brother, I know you're sad, but this feeling..."

"You wouldn't understand. My feelings for you are too deep, too deep for me to bear," I murmured.

Indeed, how much grievance, how much sorrow, is contained in those words, "too deep for me to bear"? Without
you, my soul will never be happy again. Although I appear calm, without tears or sobs
, how can such superficial sorrow express even a fraction of my feelings?

I turned away, walking aimlessly towards the beach. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore drew me in. I wanted to transform
into the sea, to turn the resentment in my heart into relentless waves. The boundless ocean is like my sorrow, without beginning or
end.

"Don't try to kill yourself, little brother. I truly love you too, I've loved you since we were little, but we can't..."
Her words of love liberated my soul, like a beam of light illuminating the boundless darkness
, sending me soaring to heaven.

Overjoyed, I turned around: "Sister, is it true you love me?" I couldn't believe my ears
; I wanted to hear her say those words, more beautiful than celestial music, again.

"Yes, little brother, I love you too, I love you so deeply, but I dare not..." Perhaps she
couldn't help herself, but she still spoke, her true self radiant and dazzling.

"As long as you love me, that's enough. I won't care about worldly opinions.
Isn't heaven guiding us to this deserted island a sign?"

The shift from extreme sorrow to unparalleled joy was so overwhelming; I almost couldn't bear
it. I wasn't alone after all. My sister loved me too. With that, what
couldn't I overcome? For her, I would challenge even the god of fate; for her, I would fight to the death; for
her, I would give up everything. Love that was reciprocated revived me from the deepest darkness; it drove away
all gloom and allowed my soul to sleep peacefully.

"You mean…?" My sister blinked her beautiful eyes, looking at me with a puzzled expression.

"Since Heaven knew our love was not accepted by the world, it sent us to this isolated island. It allowed us
to love and be together here, it allowed us to have children here. Because this is an absolute sanctuary, nothing can
disturb the deep love between us."

Heaven had not abandoned us; it had mercy on us, it sympathized with our
love that was not accepted by the world—what a magnanimous heart! This was the first time in my life I had thanked Heaven. "Who's going to have children with you?" My sister, being a girl after all, couldn't help but blush

when teasing me about this . "That's a symbol of our physical and spiritual union, a testament to our love given to us by God. After we are born, grow old, get sick, and die, let us leave behind proof of our true love in this world. Sister, do you know? Humans today are the product of early incest, and we will also propagate our race on these deserted islands, letting them pass on this true love from generation to generation. Perhaps it will be a hundred, two hundred, or even more years before anyone comes to this island. By then we may not be around anymore, but as long as our children continue, there will eventually be a day when they can prove our deep love to the world. They will declare to the world that their ancestors have loved and known each other here for generations." I became more and more excited as I spoke, as if I were giving a grand speech. "Stop talking nonsense! What kind of rubbish are you spouting?!" My sister patted my head, as if she were being affectionate. "Sister, I'm not afraid of hardships or dangers, I'm not afraid of any difficulties, I'm only afraid of losing you. You are the most precious gem in my life, and loving you is the greatest blessing of my life. I will always be good to you, no matter what happens in the world, no matter how the world changes, no matter how time changes, this vow of love will never, ever disappear in this universe." I was a little surprised by my own eloquence. Was it really me who said such words? Haha, maybe I had buried my love deep in my heart before, never letting it show, so today's outburst was so intense! I looked at my sister with deep affection, my eyes filled with unyielding love. I reached out and hugged her again. As her faint fragrance filled my nose, and her trembling breasts rubbed against my chest, I dared to be sure that this was not a dream. Sister, she was really in my arms, like the most precious thing I had ever cherished. I didn't even dare to hug her too tightly, for fear of crushing her, of making her disappear. "Sister, I want to be with you for all eternity. Being husband and wife for one lifetime isn't enough; we'll make a promise for the next life, and the next, and the next… until the universe is destroyed and humanity is extinct, I will never let you go. You are mine, no one can take you away, you will always be mine alone, and no one can make me leave you." The heartfelt confession flowed like a gentle stream, and with my defenses broken, I felt no fear. My previous anxiety stemmed from the fear that my sister wouldn't reciprocate my love. After all, she was so outstanding—the school's flower, the pride of the nation, the goddess in everyone's eyes. She was practically omnipotent and omnipotent; compared to her , I, the ugly duckling, was utterly insignificant. This vast disparity was the source of my anxiety; I could only suppress my feelings, secretly resenting the injustice of fate . But now, my sister has reciprocated my love. I am no longer alone; I will never be lonely again. With my sister by my side, I will feel like I'm in paradise. "Hmm..." Faced with my endless confession, my sister didn't say a word. She just blushed, closed her eyes , and nestled in my arms, experiencing the inner turmoil. I knew she had never received a boy's confession before. With my jealous, domineering, and unreasonable demands , my sister would never have been able to meet any man other than me. But although her face was flushed, I could see the joy in her heart. She was also captivated by my sweet words, and having opened her heart, she no longer needed to hide anything. Her cherry lips parted slightly, as if extending a silent invitation to me. I was mesmerized, or perhaps I was willing...

Bewitched by my sister, I met her lips with mine. She didn't open her eyes; she simply
lay there quietly, letting me caress her. Her face flushed, and her breathing quickened.

How to describe this kiss? Was it a thunderbolt striking a prairie fire, or simply the natural instinct of the body? I was intoxicated,
savoring the fragrance of her lips as if it were the most exquisite thing in the world.

I was no longer satisfied with a shallow kiss; I was no longer her brother, but her lover
. A deep, intimate French kiss was more fitting for us. Sliding my tongue through her mouth, I
murmured, "Sister, you are so beautiful, so beautiful. I will love you forever! I want to
be connected with you, body and soul, forever, never to be apart again."

Hearing my tender words, my sister responded, her tongue entwining with mine, just like
our intertwined and inseparable bond.

Perhaps after speaking her mind, she became bolder and more passionate. Even
my blunt words no longer embarrassed her.
We greedily inhaled each other's fragrance, exchanging saliva.

Finally, my sister couldn't breathe anymore. She moved away, half-closing her eyes and giving me a coquettish glance: "Brother
, I will always love you. We will never be apart."

I was captivated by her unprecedented charm, and my primal desire surged. Holding my sister
's rosy cheeks, looking at the infinitely shy beauty in my arms, I kissed her again, feeling that I had no regrets.

This time, my kiss was aggressive. Under my forceful demands, my sister
seemed softly and bonelessly in my arms. Her desire was also aroused; I
could feel the surging passion within her just from the hardening of her nipples. Our bodies seemed to be drawn together by an invisible force. I kissed my sister passionately again
and again , pouring out all the love in my heart, wanting to make her even happier. Yes, happiness—I
wanted to give my sister the happiness of a woman, to let her live in joy forever.

My sister responded to me, her face flushed with intoxication, her delicate and alluring expression only making me love her more. My
hands gently caressed my sister's back, as if to pour all my love into her body. I was incredibly gentle, yet
full of passion.

"Come on, ah... little brother, I feel so uncomfortable!" Experiencing this kind of stimulation for the first time in her life, my sister
couldn't help but cry out. Her hot body pressed even closer to my chest, like a clingy kitten.

I held her tightly, letting her full breasts rub against my chest. This intense stimulation made her
tremble , wanting to resist yet unwilling to let go. Her body became even hotter, like a burning
fire in my arms.

"No...I can't take it anymore...Little brother, don't do this!"

My sister's pleas only increased my pleasure. Looking at the beauty in my arms, my heart was filled with happiness: "Sister
, my beloved sister, isn't this wonderful? Let's unite our spirits and bodies,
isn't this the happiest thing in the world?"

My invasion reached beneath her tattered dress, and I grasped her buttocks with both hands. My sister
trembled violently, and a light flashed in her eyes. My hands slid over her soft skin,
caressing her delicate skin with irresistible affection. Her buttocks were round and perky, the most beautiful kind of buttocks.
I had always liked to follow behind my sister, just to catch a glimpse of her buttocks. Childhood memories
flooded my mind like a stream, and I sighed with happiness.

The blush on my sister's face had spread to her neck. She buried her head in my firm chest, trembling in my arms as if she wanted to
burrow into it.

"Sister's butt is so beautiful, I love touching it!"

My praise only made my sister feel more embarrassed. She murmured shyly in my arms, "Don't touch it anymore
, I can't take it... It's so strange, this feeling is so strange!"

She whispered, and I smiled. The woman in my arms was no longer my sister; she had become
my woman, my woman exclusively.

"What's so strange about it? Does it feel good when I touch you like this?"

"It feels good, but it's also very uncomfortable... Please, don't touch it anymore!"

As if resisting me, my sister twisted her butt, but this action only had the
opposite effect, making her unable to stop once she started twisting.

"I never thought my sister's butt was so sensitive!"

My sister's twisting only increased the stimulation. This time, not only her buttocks but also her breasts were affected
. With both sides working together, my sister's desire seemed to have reached its peak. My hands continued
to roam slowly over her buttocks, gently soothing her restless soul. My sister's breathing became heavy, and her boneless body
writhed in my arms.

I felt it was time to take it a step further, so I stood up with her in my arms. She looked at me somewhat uneasily
, but I smiled slightly at her and took off her dress. My sister was a little shy, but she did
n't resist, letting me remove her dress. Perhaps she had already come to some kind of understanding;
standing there in only a bra and panties, she offered me nothing to admire.

"Sister's body is so beautiful, it's driving me crazy!"

I was telling the truth; my sister's body was truly indescribable, the kind of figure that would
make any man, unless impotent, immediately pounce on her if she were naked in front of him.

"How annoying, you're teasing me again!" My sister blushed again. But I think she
was very happy to hear her lover's praise.

"Really, I'm not lying, sister, your body is truly beautiful. Sister, let me see your naked body!
I think it must be even more beautiful than Venus." As I uttered these words of praise, I unhooked my sister's bra
, revealing a pair of ample breasts like lively little rabbits, which I stared at intently.

Next, I looked at her panties. My sister's panties were white, made of very thin material, and I
could even vaguely see the dark forest between her legs. I squatted down, pulled down my sister's panties,
and held them in my hand. Only then did I notice that the bottom of her panties was completely soaked.

The strong, fishy smell drew me in. I pulled the small panties over my face and inhaled
the fragrance of my sister's virgin vulva. "It smells so good! I can't help but be captivated by it," I muttered
to myself not wanting to remove the panties.

"You're so annoying! This won't do!" My sister snatched her underwear from my face, her
face a mixture of anger and pleasure.

"Sister, just let me smell your panties a few more times!" I pleaded pitifully
, but she resolutely refused. "No, what's so great about that? It's so embarrassing!"

"I love everything about you, sister. If you don't give me back my panties, I'll..."

"Fine, go ahead and take them!" My sister was teasing me, and I felt like
a wolf pouncing on a lamb.

"I wouldn't steal that kind of dead thing. Since my sister won't let me smell her panties, I'll just have to be impolite
." I pretended to be fierce and pressed her down, forcibly spreading her legs and burying my face in her
crotch.

"What are you doing? Don't do this, it's so embarrassing!" My sister's hands pounded my back, but unfortunately,
they were too weak and could only tickle me.

Her body twisted and turned, trying her best to tighten her legs and not let me see there, but I wouldn't let her
succeed. I just held her thighs firmly with both hands, my eyes fixed on my sister's there: "So beautiful
! Like a flower, and it even moves, as if it has life."

Hearing my praise and feeling my burning gaze, my sister's place seemed to respond to me,
writhing even more violently, and crystal love juice flowed out of the opening.

"Ugh... little brother, you're so naughty. It's so embarrassing, it's so dirty there, don't look anymore!"
Seeing that she couldn't stop my observation, the older sister, with the shy demeanor of a young girl, could only cover her face with her hands, like any innocent
girl unsure what to do.

"How can you say that? I love you here because I love you, sister!
Anything on your body isn't dirty."

As if to prove my point, I stuck out my tongue and tentatively licked the writhing petals.
"Ah..." A very strong reaction. A young girl's vulva is incredibly sensitive; just a light
touch on her labia was enough to elicit such a strong reaction from her. But I thought, if there were no love between us
, she wouldn't be so sensitive to the stimulation I gave her.

"Your vulva is very sensitive too, and the love juice that flows out tastes delicious. Sister,
does this licking make you happy?" Savoring the taste of her love juice, I attacked again with my tongue.

"No! It's so embarrassing! Little brother, get up, don't look, and don't lick."

"But isn't your sister very happy? Your body is enjoying this pleasure!"

He was right; his sister's body was completely immersed in this sensual stimulation, unable to extricate herself. Her
words were merely the shyness of a young girl. I decided to continue stimulating her there.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not. Ah..." She couldn't utter a word of protest, because my face
was already pressed against her fragrant vulva, my tongue sweeping across her secret garden.

The flow of love fluid increased, splashing onto her thick pubic hair, forming pearl-like droplets
that shimmered with an unusual luster. The scent of her vulva in the air intensified, like the finest wine; I
even felt a sense of intoxication.

"Sister's vulva tastes so good, I want to eat more!"

My sister was suffering terribly from my licking. The tingling, numb, and itchy sensation inside her vagina was acting up, and she
could only release it by writhing her body. "Don't eat anymore, it's so itchy... Sister's inside is so itchy,
I can't take it anymore... Sister, please, don't eat anymore!"

"No, I want to eat, I want to make Sister feel like she's in heaven." Ignoring my sister's pleading,
I continued to press forward.

The contractions in her vagina became even stronger, every cell in my sister's body was cheering. My hot tongue
probed into her hole, like detonating a bomb. My sister instinctively arched her buttocks, wanting my tongue
to penetrate deeper into her body.

The scent of my sister's vulva became even stronger, and I was intoxicated by this intoxicating fragrance. Up and down, left and right, in circles,
thrusting... I used every trick in the book. Thanks to modern technology, I had learned these things from porn
, but I never thought I would actually use them one day.

My sister's eyes were glazed over; she was just moaning wildly, lost in pleasure, looking
incredibly beautiful. I persevered, trying my best to make her feel even happier.

My efforts paid off; her movements became more intense. She pressed my head down with both hands, desperately
trying to make my mouth and her vulva more intimately connected: "So good...so good...
I can't take it anymore...I can't take it!"

My sister's moans gave me a feeling of happiness; I was the one bringing her this pleasure. In my excitement, I
swallowed her love juices greedily. Her love juices had a slightly fishy, salty, and slightly
pungent smell , but I didn't back down. Instead, I devoured them like a delicious meal.

"Sister's nectar is so delicious, I love sister's vulva so much!" I couldn't help but comment as I smacked my lips while eating her juices
.

My words excited my sister even more. She thrust her little buttocks upwards violently,
letting out a loud cry as she climaxed: "Little brother, eat it, eat it, suck all of your sister's love juice! This is for you. Ugh...
I can't take it anymore, I'm coming..."

My sister had her first orgasm, her face radiant with happiness, silently expressing her
satisfaction. I didn't stop there. Even during her orgasm, my tongue didn't leave her
vulva. Copious amounts of love juice gushed out, splashing my face, but I didn't care.

My sister's orgasm subsided, and a trace of reason returned to her eyes. She looked at me gently and
pulled me up: "Don't lick anymore. I've already had my pleasure once, but this time I want you to use that to make
me feel good."

Her hand reached inside my clothes, which were no longer covering my body, and pulled out my swollen, hard penis. Her eyes...
Her eyes widened instantly as she stared at my bulging penis. "Wow, it's so big! And so hot, soft yet firm
, looks like it'll be fun to play with," she said softly, caressing my penis several times with obvious delight.

Actually, my penis wasn't that big, but for a virgin like my sister, it was a behemoth
, especially considering the thought of it entering her body; she couldn't help but feel a sense of fear.

I knew I couldn't let my sister take the initiative, so I stripped off my already barely-clothed clothes
and pressed myself naked against her soft body.

"Come on, little brother, I'm waiting for you to plant your seed inside me, so our love can blossom and bear fruit."

Her words immediately ignited a storm of passion. Already burning with desire, I couldn't withstand such stimulation. I
embraced her body, kissing her deeply, my penis thrusting wildly between her legs. My sister was
hurt by my reckless actions; she cried out softly, but consumed by lust, I didn't care. I was insane
, like a stallion in heat, my penis thrusting wildly into her vagina. Even with the lubrication of her love juices,
there was still a slight pain.

"Sister, I love you so much, I want you, I want to scatter my seed throughout your womb, so you can bear
the fruit of our love, I want to pass our love on to future generations."

Finally, I found it, my penis nestled within her soft labia. I thrust my hips forward violently, my penis, having
broken through her hymen, plunged deep into my sister's body, only to be trapped by her tight vaginal walls,
unable to move.

"Ah...it hurts so much, don't push anymore!" My sister cried out pitifully, her body struggling against me
, the pain of losing her virginity causing her immense suffering.

Her pain jolted my senses back to reality, and my boiling passion cooled. I held my beloved sister tightly,
making no further moves, only kissing her with all my might: "I'm sorry, a thousand, ten thousand times sorry! Sister
, I was consumed by lust. I only wanted to possess you, only wanted us to be united in body and spirit
, but I made you suffer. Don't cry anymore, I will always love you and take care of you."

In the gentlest tone, I stroked my sister's beautiful long hair, my heart filled with remorse and tenderness. My sister
was still sobbing, looking at the dark red liquid flowing from her lower body, staining my penis. I didn't know if she was sobbing from the
pain of losing her virginity or from the agony of deflowering; I guessed it was both!

What could I do at that moment? I could only comfort my sister, who had just lost her virginity: "Sister, please don't cry, okay
? Your crying is making me anxious. I'm not afraid of anything, but I'm afraid of you crying. If hitting me or biting
me can relieve your pain, then hit me or bite me!"

My sister raised her beautiful face, tears still falling like beads from her eyes. I sighed inwardly. My already
gentle and beautiful sister, pitiful after being assaulted by the storm, clenched my
heart even tighter.

"Will you love me forever?" My sister's tone was very calm, and her tears seemed to have stopped.

"Forever isn't enough. Sister, you are the lover I chose for all eternity. I will love you until the universe is destroyed.
Really, sister, you have to believe me. I will take good care of you. If you are not happy, I will
feel my heart breaking. I don't want you to be unhappy." In the end, my sister was not much different from ordinary women.
It was only natural that she felt a sense of emptiness and loss after losing her virginity. As I
spoke pointed to my heart.

"Mmm, little brother, I will love you for all eternity." My sister, moved, offered her fragrant lips and
kissed me passionately.

At that moment, we were both motionless, feeling each other's heartbeats, wishing time could stand still.
The golden rays of the setting sun shone on our naked bodies, and the tides and time seemed to freeze. Deep affection
flowed in our eyes; my sister and I were united in spirit and body, she was in me, and I was in her,
no longer separate.

My sister looked even more beautiful in the sunset, especially since she had just transformed from a girl into a young woman.
Her past innocence had not disappeared at all; instead, it had gained a mature and steady beauty, leaving me mesmerized.

"You naughty boy, what are you staring at like that? So lost in thought!" She playfully punched my chest,
like a spoiled little girl.

I woke up with a start, looking at the beautiful woman nestled in my arms, my heart filled with happiness: "Sister, you
've become even more beautiful, I'm practically mesmerized."

"You little rascal, weren't you just being so rough? It
hurt !" My sister's tone changed, like a young girl in love complaining to her lover. I couldn't help but
hug her tighter, really wondering if I was having a beautiful, unreal dream.

"Sister, I'm so sorry, but we have to get through that hurdle eventually, so we can be
united body and soul."

"Oh dear, we're already like this, are you still going to call me 'sister'?"

"Oh, oh, then what should I call you?"

"I don't know, you little rascal, figure it out yourself!"

"Ah, don't tease me, um, I get it, I guess I'll just call you 'wife'!" I watched her enjoy
teasing me, and suddenly it dawned on me, with a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?

My sister blushed again, her face blooming with happiness like a bride on her wedding night. Seeing that she didn't object
, I knew she had tacitly agreed: "Alright, from now on I'll call you my wife, and after we have children,
I'll call you the mother of your children!"

"Ugh, I don't want to! You're teasing me! Eek..." She squirmed in my arms, feeling my
still-erect penis inside her, and her eyes filled with shyness again.

I naturally felt great too; the vaginal walls that had just held my penis so tightly seemed to relax now.
Her squirming stimulated my shaft, and I couldn't help but move slightly. She cried out in fear
, "Be gentle, it still hurts a little."

"Don't worry, I'll be very, very gentle. My little wife is so delicate, how could I bear to be rough?" I
leaned in and kissed her.

"If you say that again, I won't come anymore." Her shyness was clearly showing again.

I smiled without saying a word, and simply moved my hips slowly, letting the thick shaft of my penis gently thrust in and out of her honey hole.
Seeing that she didn't seem too uncomfortable, I gradually increased my speed, our two high mounds of her mons pubis
colliding violently. After her vagina adjusted, my penis almost went all the way in each time.

"If you don't come, how will we have our child?"

"Pah! You're so mean, you're talking nonsense." She pouted her pretty red lips, as if she was angry with me.

I gently comforted her, "Okay, okay, good wife, I give in, I won't say it again."
In the end, I had to give in. After all, being henpecked was something I was happy to do, because I loved her so much and didn't
want her to be unhappy in the slightest.

Seeing my concession, my sister's face lit up with a smile again, as if celebrating her victory.
She gave a soft hum.

"You little vixen, bewitching my heart isn't enough, you also want my manly dignity. Are you satisfied now
?"

She smiled at me, "Fine, I'll let you off this time."

"Yes, thank you, my wife!" I laughed heartily, my penis already moving
rapidly . Thrusting left and right, thrusting up and down, circular motions... I used every trick in the book to please my little
wife.

Her pleasure clearly increased, and my thrusts made her moan with satisfaction. I didn't
tease her anymore; after all, she had only recently become a married woman, and she was a little uncomfortable. With each thrust and withdrawal, we were very
closely coordinated, for two people with a resonance of souls are truly in tune.

The love juice flowing from her vagina soaked my entire penis, especially the pubic
hair on both of our genitals, which was a complete mess. I thrust rapidly, and after grasping her most sensitive spot—the cervix deep inside her vagina
—I almost always plunged deep, reaching her cervix.

The relentless, deep thrusts were effective; my sister was panting as if she might suffocate at any moment, yet she
still responded to my thrusts with boundless energy.

Seeing her exhaustion, I stopped and kissed her tenderly. "Do you want to stop and
rest for a while?" I asked softly. She shook her head: "Don't worry about me, just keep going, I'll be fine
."

Since she asked for it herself, I didn't say anything more and continued thrusting. The repetitive piston-like
movements generated a current in my sister's waist; she moaned wildly, twisting her cute little buttocks, desperately
wanting to share the sweet wine of sex with me. Her body swayed like a snake, burning like a wildfire in my arms
, and held in the arms of her beloved, she was filled with satisfaction and joy.

"The longer I'm with my sister, the more adorable she seems, which is probably the biggest reason I fell in love with her."
Thinking this, I didn't stop thrusting. I plunged my penis deep into her womb, sending waves of pleasurable pleasure
into her body, while my own lower abdomen surged with frenzied waves.

Our bodies were tightly embraced, like people adrift on a turbulent sea. The physical pleasure
deepened our spiritual connection. In the endless sea of our hearts, we exchanged everything, letting happiness
envelop us. In our world together, the sunlight was always so bright and dazzling.

My mushroom-shaped glans intertwined tightly with the wrinkled walls of her vagina, just like our bodies, inseparable
. A powerful electric current surged from within, flowing down our lower bodies into our minds, combining to create a tingling, pleasurable
sensation.

I thrust my hips frantically, the frequency of the piston-like movements seemingly beyond my control. A rush of intense, electric
currents vibrated through me. Just thinking that the ultimate goal was to plant the seed of my life within the body of my beloved woman filled
me with uncontrollable excitement. Could there be anything more beautiful in this world?

Beyond the frenzied entanglement of our bodies, my sister, with whom I shared a deep spiritual bond, seemed to sense my thoughts
. Deep within my mind, she cried out, "Shoot! Let your seed fill my womb, where
the fruit of our love will be born."

Her vaginal walls contracted even more intensely, each contraction like a tiny mouth nursing,
squeezing my almost burning penis. The lubricating love juices cooled the raging fire of my penis,
while the amorous vaginal walls soothed my restless instincts. We embraced tightly, our spirits united, expanding to boundless horizons.

The two of us, weathering storms together, sang this love song, our trembling bodies synchronized. Our
rhythm of pleasure climbed higher and higher, soaring over one peak after another, repeating until we reached an endless summit
, where we floated and overlooked the entire earth: the sun, moon, and stars circled around us, and the dark universe
seemed even wider in our minds. We strolled in this enchanting microcosm, silent, yet
our hearts understood each other.

My sister's moans seemed distant; I held her tightly, greedily inhaling
every fragrance from her body. This beauty was mine. With her, I possessed the whole world. She was
my most beloved woman, and we would be together forever.

Her vulva writhed violently, indicating her impending climax, while my testicles prepared for release
. Our naked bodies trembled violently, our genitals intertwined,
inseparable as if we loved each other deeply. What began as a mere spark of passion grew into a raging torrent. With each frantic
thrust, the rapid friction between our genitals felt like fire was about to erupt, and my body, overwhelmed by the overwhelming
pleasure, nearly went numb.

My only thought was to reach orgasm faster and more intensely, and my sister seemed to share the same idea. With
our combined efforts, my penis and her vagina convulsed almost simultaneously. Orgasms came,
wave after wave. My penis vibrated, ejaculating my life essence, while my sister's vagina spasmed, gushing forth
endless love fluid. Inside her, our bodily fluids merged into one, becoming inseparable.

The rhythm of my penis intensified the contractions of her vaginal muscles, and conversely, the contractions of her vaginal muscles intensified
the rhythm of my penis. Our orgasms resonated, becoming stronger and more powerful, sending our souls soaring to
the heavens, floating in an unknown world.

A feeling of happiness enveloped me. I held my sister tightly in my arms; the world seemed so beautiful, and life
seemed so full of hope. My sister also gazed at me intently and affectionately; our eyes met.
Neither of us wanted to be apart again. Happiness was within reach, and after countless hardships, we
finally found it.

My semen filled my sister's uterus, and I even had the illusion that I could see
it , watching it swim out of the uterus, heading towards the fallopian tubes to find its other half. There, they
combined, melted, and became inseparable, just like my sister and I, neither of us was alone anymore.
The fused semen slowly moved towards the uterus, and perhaps in a day, it would
implant in my sister's uterus, grow and develop there, and then form the fruit of our love.

I smiled at my sister's beautiful face after her orgasm. She opened her eyes,
winked at me as if she knew everything, and smiled sweetly, her face radiating a sacred maternal beauty.

"Darling, do you think it will be a boy or a girl?"

I didn't know, I really didn't know. As long as it's the fruit of our love, what does it matter if it's a boy or a girl? He
is the witness to our undying love, he is the continuation of our lives, he is everything.

Smiling at my sister, I calmly said, "What does it matter if I'm a man or a woman? As long as I have you,
nothing will ever be difficult for me again. Sister, you are my savior."

Yes, my sister is my savior. Who else could make me happy besides her? I truly
believe this, and I will always believe it. Holding my sister, I kissed her deeply again, greedily inhaling her
fragrance once more.

...

Ten months later.

The waves crashed wildly against the rocks on the shore, making a sound like the wailing of ghosts and wolves, and the storm poured down
as in. Night shrouded everything, and the entire island was shrouded in mist; even things that were close at hand
could not be seen.

The cruise ship, Hoji Maru, unfortunately encountered a raging current. It was tossed about in the wind and rain, seemingly about to be smashed to pieces at any moment. Thanks to
the experienced captain, under his command, everyone managed to hold on until now. However, the raging current
had already taken them far off course, and the torrential rain had made them completely disoriented. Now they
were exhausted.

However, the storm continued, and the future seemed bleak. The men exchanged glances, despair gleaming in their eyes
. If this continued, without a place to anchor, they would be
torn to pieces by the raging waves, their last strength expended, forever lost in the depths of the sea.

"Don't lose heart! Remember, there's always a way out. I believe we can find an island or something
to stay on, and then we'll be safe," the old captain urged, seeing the men's spirits waning. He tried to rouse them,
to encourage them to persevere.

Although he himself had no certainty, someone's shout roused the men from despair
, who responded loudly, each holding firmly to their posts, preparing
to fight the storm once more.

A loud baby's cry pierced through all obstacles, reaching their ears even amidst the thunderous wind, rain, and crashing waves
. "There's hope! We're saved!" the men cried out in ecstasy
, all gazing ahead.

Since there were cries of infants ahead, it meant that it was either land or an island, which proved they had hope
. Tears of joy streamed down their faces. Having experienced near-utter despair, they were now filled with renewed hope, and they
desperately steered the boat forward, for that place represented their hope for survival.

Children are people's hope, the continuation of humanity, they are…

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