Sisters, come together!

"Ding-dong~ Ding-dong~"

I reluctantly arrived at my neighbor's door and rang the doorbell.

While showering, I accidentally dropped my spare bra on the floor. Although I picked it up immediately, the floor was wet from the shower, and both bras were soaked and unwearable.

I remembered there was another bra on the clothesline outside the window, which I'd hung out to dry a couple of days ago; it should be dry by now.

Unfortunately, it's been windy all day, and the bra probably wasn't clipped properly, blowing onto my neighbor's clothesline.

Our living room windows face each other. Initially, I'd only seen the man in my neighbor's house by chance; he looked to be in his early twenties and quite handsome. So, whenever I was bored, I'd peek into his house from behind the curtains.

After a few days, I realized he wasn't a good person.

From my window, I could see the television screen in his living room and the sofa opposite it. Once, I saw a scene from a pornographic DVD on the screen: two naked, fleshy creatures intertwined.

Even more disgusting, he was naked from the waist down, sitting on the sofa, watching the DVD while rubbing his penis.

Although this was inappropriate for children, I was in the midst of adolescence, curious about men and sex, so I was deeply attracted.

Pornographic DVDs were often sold in the shops downstairs from my apartment, which had always piqued my curiosity, but I had never dared to buy them. Now I could watch them for free—wasn't that wonderful?

But I quickly became disappointed. Because of the distance, I couldn't see the content of the television screen clearly. Although I saw one person on top of another, moving their bodies constantly, I couldn't tell which was the man and which was the woman.

After watching for a while, I lost interest and shifted my attention to the man's masturbation.

Although I was only thirteen, I had already developed and had several months of masturbation experience. I forgot when and how I did it for the first time, only remembering that I initially just put half of my pinky finger into my private parts and gently made in-and-out movements until I reached orgasm.

Later, after learning a little about male anatomy, I began to wonder: men don't have vaginas, but instead have a lollipop-like sex organ, which you can imagine with your buttocks, concave and convex. When men have sex with women, they must put that thing into the woman's vagina, but how do they masturbate?

That time I finally saw it: it turns out that they hold that thing in their palm and then keep stroking it back and forth, which seems to be similar to our method of masturbation.

I was mesmerized at first, and after a while I noticed the size of his penis: although the man was tall and strong, and his palm looked big, he still couldn't completely hold that thing: about an inch or two of the penis was sticking out.

After a while, his penis started spurting out white fluid, some of it hitting the TV screen in front of him, but most of it spilled onto the floor.

I felt disgusted and couldn't bear to watch anymore. But in the middle of the night, I couldn't help but think of this man and his penis, and when I masturbated, I would fantasize about his penis inside me...

Then I developed a voyeuristic habit: several nights a week, he would brazenly masturbate on the sofa in the living room, and every time I watched, I couldn't help but masturbate before going to sleep, otherwise I couldn't fall asleep.

Although I had spied on him countless times, apart from his appearance, his physique, and his masturbation, I knew absolutely nothing about him. I didn't know his name, what he did for a living... I didn't want to have face-to-face contact with him, so I hesitated for a while about whether to go and get my bra back.

In the end, I decided to go anyway. I thought that if a girl like me, who was still developing, didn't wear a bra to support her breasts, they might become deformed overnight, and then it would be irreversible.

Also, because I was still developing, including my mind, I didn't realize how dangerous it would be for a young woman and a man to be alone together, especially since I was just a small, vulnerable girl, and the other person was a perverted man…

I rang the doorbell a few times, but there was no response. Just as I was about to turn away, the door opened.

"You… little sister, what's the matter?" "

I'm so sorry to bother you. I live next door. I… I have some clothes that were blown onto your clothesline… I wonder if I can retrieve them…" "

Oh, then come in first…" He politely opened the door and let me in.

After I took off my slippers and entered, he asked me, "I just brought the clothes in and didn't check them carefully before putting them in the bedroom drawer. Wait a moment, let me go take a look." "

Thank you so much." I said, but in my heart I was thinking: This clothing, so close to my skin, has been touched by a man; I don't know if I should wear it anymore.

After he went into the room, I stood in the living room waiting. The floor was tiled, and when I stepped on it barefoot, it felt cold and uncomfortable.

Not only was it cold, but I also felt something wet and slippery under my right foot. I quietly moved my right foot away and looked down. There was a thin puddle of water where I had just stepped.

But it wasn't just water; when I moved my foot along the floor, I could feel the sticky liquid, and now I could faintly smell a fishy, foul odor, somewhat like the smell of a man's semen…

A wave of nausea rose in my chest, and I almost turned around and ran home to wash my feet.

But thinking that would only make things more awkward, I endured it. I'd already stepped on it; washing it sooner or later wouldn't make much difference.

After a while, he came out with my bra.

He stood in front of me, and just as I was about to thank him, I noticed him staring at my chest.

From his lecherous gaze, I knew something bad was coming. I looked down, and sure enough, my white t-shirt revealed two small nipples protruding at the tips of my breasts.

I wasn't wearing anything underneath; the loose t-shirt swayed with my movements, lightly brushing against my nipples. No wonder I'd felt so uncomfortable earlier; I'd been so oblivious, unaware that my nipples were erect, and being subjected to this lecherous gaze.

"You…" I said, my face burning with anger, covering my chest with my hands.

"Hehe… little sister, please don't misunderstand. Although you said the bra is yours, how do I know you're not lying? So at least I need to check if your size fits this bra, but after looking for a while, I still can't be sure… why don't you lift up your t-shirt, so I can see more clearly…"

What?! Lift up my t-shirt? I wasn't wearing anything under my t-shirt. If I lifted it up, wouldn't he see my bare breasts? Even if I was wearing a bra, I wouldn't do this just to get one back. This man is seriously crazy.

I snorted and said, "Fine, don't give it to me then." I turned to leave, but he wouldn't let me see. "If you won't let me see, then you must be stealing someone else's things, so you're feeling guilty."

He said I stole someone else's bra? That's ridiculous. Even though we were in someone else's house, I couldn't help but yell at him, "You pervert! If you keep bothering me, I'm going to scream!"

To my surprise, he showed no fear whatsoever, instead grinning and saying, "I think it's you, you pervert, who's been bothering me all this time. You keep peeping at me while I'm masturbating, and then you come here under some pretext..."

What... he meant... he knew I was peeping at him all along...?

"You've seen my penis so many times, it's not unreasonable for me to want to see your breasts now, is it?" he said, moving closer and closer to me.

I was cornered against the wall, with nowhere left to retreat. I yelled at him, "If you come any closer, I'm really going to scream!"

Seeing my serious attitude, he hesitated for a moment, then laughed and said, "Little sister, don't be so neurotic. I was just joking with you. Who would be interested in a little girl like you who hasn't even grown any hair yet? Do you think I'm a perverted pedophile..."

As he spoke, he handed me his bra, and only then did I breathe a sigh of relief. Luckily, I scared him off. If he had come back, I wasn't sure I'd have had the courage to shout. If things got out of hand and the neighbors found out I'd been peeping at a man masturbating, how could I ever face anyone again? My parents might even beat me to death.

I don't know if I was being overly nervous or what, but even though his attitude softened, I felt a strange smile playing on his lips, which sent chills down my spine. So I remained vigilant, afraid he was hiding some scheme or that he might change his mind.

When I took the bra in my hand, I felt it was wet and sticky. I was stunned for a moment, then it dawned on me that it was semen. I felt both embarrassed and angry, and my face burned.

Seeing my expression and reaction, his smile deepened. I felt like I'd been tricked.

He was definitely up to no good; no wonder he'd suddenly been so agreeable and willing to give the bra back.

"Hehe... I'm really sorry, I used your bra to masturbate just now... and I accidentally ejaculated on it..."

I almost fainted. This man was even more perverted than I imagined. Although he claimed he wasn't a pedophile, I was certain he was a fetishist. He had touched my bra, and I'd wanted to throw it in the trash long ago, so I could tolerate it being soiled. But now even my hands were stained with this pervert's venom. I was incredibly unlucky.

I angrily threw the bra at him and turned to leave. I really wanted to yell at him, but with someone as shameless as him, yelling wouldn't help. It was better to leave quickly. I didn't want to linger in this filthy place for even a second longer, and I certainly didn't want to deal with this man for even a second longer.

But as soon as I turned around, he attacked from behind. Caught off guard, he easily grabbed me from behind. I reacted quickly, realizing I was in danger, and immediately tried to scream, but he was faster. Before I could even cry out, he had already flipped up the hem of my t-shirt and covered my head with it.

"Help!" The sound couldn't escape; I only heard my own low screams. Although a chill ran down my upper body, I had no time to protect my exposed breasts. At that moment, the most important thing was to get rid of the pervert's harassment. Besides continuing to scream, I also tried to fight back with my hands.

I reached behind me with one hand, trying to push him away, and tried to pull down my t-shirt with the other, but I failed. My hands were quickly subdued; both wrists were firmly grabbed, unable to move, and finally, they were forcibly tied behind my back.

Then I was lifted up by the waist. I couldn't see anything, but I quickly knew he was going to take me into the bedroom because he pushed me down onto the soft bed from behind.

My long skirt was lifted up, and I had no way to escape because I was pressed down and couldn't even turn around. His fingers slipped inside my underwear, pulling it down to my thighs in one swift motion.

My buttocks were completely exposed to the air. His hands roughly kneaded and squeezed my buttocks, then reached forward and began playing with my genitals.

"No..." His fingers rubbed my genitals until they felt hot and itchy, making me feel a little uncomfortable, but what was even more uncomfortable was that he forcibly inserted his fingers into my body, thrusting in and out of my vagina.

Although I sometimes put my fingers in my vagina when I masturbate, my fingers are never as thick as his, nor as rough, so even though I'm used to masturbating, I couldn't stand his abuse.

But the worst was yet to come. After his fingers had been thrusting in and out for a while, he pulled them out, then turned me over, raising my legs. A tearing pain shot through my lower body as I felt something hard being forced into my vagina.

Then he resumed his rough thrusting, but this time, what was ravaging me was a male organ much larger than his fingers.

Although I had lost my virginity three or four days prior, being raped again still caused me immense pain.

He thrust in and out about ten times, and I gritted my teeth, enduring the pain until he finally ejaculated.

I felt him spray hot liquid inside me, and then his penis withdrew from my vagina, the liquid flowing freely from my genitals. Then, the t-shirt covering my face was pulled down, revealing his lewd face and bloodshot eyes.

"So you're not a virgin anymore… I never imagined you'd be so promiscuous at such a young age…"

No! I didn't… I cried out in my heart, simultaneously triggering painful memories for him… It happened a few days earlier. That afternoon, I was home alone. I had just returned from school, changed my clothes, and started reviewing my lessons.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw two men standing outside.

They said they were the downstairs residents whose TV suddenly got static, so they wanted to come up and adjust the antenna.

Looking back, I realize how stupid I was. Although the downstairs antenna extended from my window to the rooftop, if they really wanted to adjust it, they should have gone up to the rooftop, not come to my house. Unfortunately, I didn't suspect anything and opened the door, letting them in.

Once inside, they subdued me. I realized something was wrong, but it was too late to resist. Two grown men easily subdued me, a young girl, and tied me up with ropes they had prepared beforehand. Then they pushed me onto the bed in the bedroom, and they tried to take off my clothes.

To protect my virginity, I resisted desperately, but of course, it was all in vain. I could only remain uncooperative, moving my body erratically.

In the chaos, I was knocked unconscious. When I woke up, I was lying on my bed in my own bedroom, legs spread wide. Besides being completely naked, I felt a stinging pain in my genitals. Reaching down, I felt a sticky, slippery liquid flowing out of my private parts.

I brought my fingers, stained with the fluid, to my face; it was my first contact with a man's semen. The sticky, white liquid emitted a foul odor, and upon closer inspection, I couldn't help but cry out in pain. There were specks of blood mixed in with the liquid; I knew my innocent body had been defiled.

I was at a loss, too afraid to tell anyone, only wanting to wash away the filth. I ran into the bathroom and repeatedly washed myself clean. I knew my sister and mother wouldn't be back so soon, so I spent a full hour showering before cleaning the bed, leaving no trace.

I tried to treat it as a nightmare, and although my emotions gradually calmed down, my private parts continued to ache. Even masturbation didn't help. Now, this brutal violation had reopened old wounds, causing me unbearable pain.

Although he had already satisfied his lust, he still wouldn't let me go, and instead began to violate my breasts.

"No... please let me go..."

"Hehe... I didn't expect you to come to me like that when I borrowed your bra to masturbate earlier, otherwise I would have saved some ammo... But there's still plenty of time, I can go a few more rounds with you without any problem..." "

Please let me go... If my family comes back later and doesn't see me... they'll definitely call the police... Let me go now... I promise I won't tell anyone..." "

Hey, don't try to fool me. This morning I saw your parents dragging a bunch of luggage out, and I heard them say they were going to Italy for two or three weeks..." "

But my sister will be home from school soon... If she doesn't see me at home... she'll call the police too..."

But this didn't scare him; instead, it stirred up his wicked memories of my sister.

"Your sister... you mean that pretty girl who goes to high school downstairs? Heh, I've wanted to sleep with her for a long time, thanks to you reminding me, this is a perfect opportunity to kill two birds with one stone."

Seeing the lewd smile on his lips, my heart sank.

"No!" "Please don't hurt my sister! Do whatever you want to me, please don't hurt my sister..." I pleaded desperately.

"Heh heh... So you're begging me to sleep with you now? Don't worry, after I've dealt with your young lady, I'll definitely grant your wish!"

"No! No!" Thinking of the tragic fate that was about to befall my sister, I couldn't help but scream hysterically.

"Don't make a sound!" He slapped me several times, but for my sister's sake, I endured the pain and screamed for help.

To stop me from screaming, he first stuffed his underwear into my mouth, then found two towels. One towel was used to tie my mouth so I couldn't spit out his underwear, and the other towel was used to tie my feet.

After threatening me not to move, he turned and left the room. I saw a fruit knife stuck in the waistband of his pants.

I struggled incessantly, but my hands were tied very tightly, and no matter how much I struggled, it was useless. With great effort, I finally managed to sit up. Looking in the large mirror on the wall, I saw my hands were bound – it was my bra.

I moved, trying to cut the bra straps binding my hands with a sharp notch in the marble edge of the windowsill, but the material was too tough. I was drenched in sweat, but made no progress.

Just then, I heard a man and woman talking outside the half-open door. Although I couldn't make out what they were saying, I knew the woman was my sister.

Sister! Danger! Run! Don't talk to that man!

I cried out in my heart, but my sister didn't sense my voice and was lured into the house.

"Your sister is lying in that room. Let me help you take her home!"

"Thank you so much…" Before my sister could finish speaking, she appeared in the bedroom doorway. Her face showed surprise when she saw me, while the man simultaneously pulled a knife from behind and held it to my sister's neck.

My sister finally succumbed to the lecher's clutches. I closed my eyes, unable to bear watching any longer, but I couldn't cover my ears. All night long, I could hear my sister's painful moans.

If I could, I would rather switch places with my sister, but as he said, he wasn't a pedophile. He clung to my sister's mature body, raping her countless times.

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