The story of siblings eating forbidden fruit

Before I tell this story, I'd like to ask you all a question: what are the odds of a romantic relationship developing between cousins?
Hehe, you might jokingly say that in Korean dramas, the probability is almost 70%. Well, let me tell you,
my story isn't as melodramatic as some Korean dramas, but I still happened to experience it.

Well, what I'm talking about is actually quite rare even in Japan. What, you think all Japanese people are like this? Hehe,
then unfortunately, you've been corrupted by this so-called unique Japanese "culture."
It's understandable for something to happen between cousins, but to actually have that kind of relationship is like winning the lottery.
Okay, enough of that, I haven't even had a chance to introduce myself yet.

I, Shinichi Urata, was born into an ordinary office worker's family in Kyoto. I have a younger sister who is not related to me by blood, but
I guess you could call her my cousin. Speaking of my cousin, she's absolutely gorgeous—beautiful features, an alluring figure.
To put it bluntly, countless men would want to sleep with her. Although she's my sister, I won't deny that
I've fucked her a million times in my dreams or in my mind. Oh, I almost forgot to introduce her name: Yumi Urata.

I still clearly remember the first time I met this sister when I was just five years old.

Hey, don't overthink it, we were just innocent kids back then.
Even when we were completely naked, there were no complicated thoughts mixed in. The adults didn't care and
let us play in the bedroom. Of course,
I think you can all guess what two naked little ones could do.

Two years later, my aunt and uncle moved away, and my sister went with them to faraway Sendai. A few years later,
perhaps due to setbacks in Sendai, they returned, bringing with them a beautiful and sexy young woman.
I couldn't believe this was the same sister who used to lie naked in the bedroom with me, doing nothing.

Fate really plays tricks. My sister came back, but I had to leave again. I was admitted to the University of Tokyo with excellent grades,
which naturally made me my sister's role model and the pride of the family.

Soon, my sister and I began our new lives, and the scene of making love... I know it's immoral,
but how could I not be moved by such an alluring sister? It's no exaggeration to say that
I even fantasized about how wonderful it would be if the person beneath me was my sister when I made love with my girlfriend.

However, this could only be a fantasy. Later, I went back a few times during my leave of absence from school. As she grew older,
my sister became even more womanly. But I didn't dare to make any rash moves, after all, I knew she was my sister.

I originally thought my conviction was really that firm, but later I realized I was wrong. The reason
I didn't make any rash moves on my sister wasn't because of our relationship, but because my family was around.
Why do I say this? Because when my parents weren't around, I easily crossed that sensitive line.

It was a summer after my sister and I had both entered the workforce. My sister had found a job as a school teacher in Kyoto after graduation—
the kind where she teaches a group of young children. As for me, I chose to stay in Tokyo for the sake of my future.

The immense work pressure I had been under forced me to take leave and go home to rest for a few days,
and that's when the story unfolded.

Since I decided to stay in Tokyo after graduation, my sister was actually living in what was originally my home. I learned that
when I was a sophomore in college, my sister's parents had left home again for work, this time to Kagoshima,
while my sister had stayed in Kyoto to continue her studies.

I took leave to go home, and as her older brother, I couldn't possibly take her place, so
I had no choice but to sleep in the cubicle.

On the surface, it seemed like I was being wronged, but that wasn't the case at all. For me, it actually made things easier,
and what happened afterward fully proved this point. I really don't know what my parents were thinking,
putting such a tempting peach next to a thirsty wolf like me. They're definitely not related by blood.

My sister sleeps in her bedroom, and I'm in the next stall.

From the first day I came back, every night I would sneak into my sister's bedroom
and drool over her beautiful and tender body. My sister has a habit of always sleeping without a bra,
which is a boon for this insatiable wolf like me.

Although this is my own home, I've been away for many years, and this bedroom is already filled with my sister's scent.
How can I easily fall asleep in such an atmosphere? While my sister is fast asleep, I quietly appear in front of her,
carefully lift the blanket covering her, and undo her pink nightgown.
She doesn't wear a bra to sleep, which saves me a lot of trouble. By the dim moonlight, I admired her flawless breasts,
then pulled out my penis, immersing myself in the lewd images I conjured in my mind. I stopped abruptly just before ejaculating,
helped her fasten her pajamas, covered her with the blanket, and went back to my cubicle to sleep.
The next morning, I pretended nothing had happened and went downstairs to enjoy a delicious breakfast with her.

Then the day passed by uneventfully, and in the evening, I repeated the same actions. Although progress was slow,
my pace increased every night. The night before the story unfolded, I mustered my courage and pulled down her pajama bottoms,
gently tracing my fingers around her pink opening. That was all; I didn't have the courage to penetrate her,
but I was already satisfied with that. Like before, I stopped abruptly in excitement, reluctantly climbing back to my cubicle to sleep.

The next morning, as I was still groggy, I heard someone come upstairs. It was my sister,
and she had brought me breakfast.

"Yumi? What are you doing up here? You're usually..." I was surprised
to see my sister at this time, considering she's a school teacher; she should be at school by now.

"Yumi looks so youthful today, haha," I said. Yumi wasn't wearing her business uniform, but a casual red and white checkered shirt and
black casual pants. The outfit was a bit odd, but maybe it was because she was home, so she was more relaxed.

"Really? Brother, you're so good with words," I replied. Any woman would be pleased to hear a man compliment her on her youth,
and Yumi was no exception.

"Of course! Yumi looks so beautiful today, even I, as her older brother, am having some thoughts,"
it's not too much for us siblings to joke like that occasionally.

"What kind of bad thoughts are you having now, brother?" Yumi's eyes were filled with suspicion. Did she find out what I did last night? I
guess I'm just overthinking it.
"What? I'm your brother, how could I be thinking about those things?" I regretted saying it as soon as I finished speaking; I had just given myself away.

"Is that so?" Yumi looked at me, her suspicion growing stronger.

"Okay, let's not talk about that anymore. Since you're already up here, I think we should chat for a while,"
to be honest, looking at Yumi's eyes, I felt a little guilty.
"Yeah, okay, we can chat," Yumi seemed quite natural about it.
"Yeah," I nodded.
"What's Tokyo like?" I couldn't quite keep up with Yumi's train of thought; I didn't understand why she asked that first question.

"That's fine," I said dismissively. Yes, Tokyo is an international metropolis, but you can get tired of it after a while.
I've been there for six or seven years, and this big city that outsiders envy is just so-so to me.
"Like this? What do you mean by 'like this'?" Yumi seemed dissatisfied with my answer and pressed me further.
"By the way, Yumi, aren't you going to work today?" I changed the subject, asking an obvious question.
"Today? I asked school for leave," Yumi answered crisply and directly.
"Why?" I admitted I knew from her clothes that she wasn't going to work today, but I really couldn't guess the reason.
"Well, because you're here, brother," Yumi answered shyly.

"Really? You took leave because of me?" I pretended to be surprised; I knew Yumi's thoughts all along.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry," Yumi didn't say anything, just nodded, a little shy.
"No, it's not like that," Yumi said nervously.
"Really?" I asked casually.
"Yeah," Yumi nodded affirmatively.

"Then let's have breakfast, shall we? Want some milk?" I didn't want things to stay like this, so I subtly changed the subject.
"Yeah, wait a minute, I want some," Yumi replied, clearly still having things to do.
"Then I'll start eating," I couldn't resist starting to eat by myself.
"Um, brother, I'll go downstairs for a bit, you can eat slowly," Yumi said, seeing how much I enjoyed my meal, and got up to leave.
"Okay," I nodded, my mouth full of food.
"Oh, right, the restroom is next door," Yumi said before going downstairs.
"Okay," I nodded. "

I'll be back in a bit," Yumi was no longer in sight, but I could still hear her voice clearly.
"Yeah," I replied perfunctorily.
After confirming that Yumi was downstairs, I started rummaging through her suitcase, pulling out purple and pink bras and panties,
and then displaying them in front of the pre-prepared camera.

What?! You ask why there was a camera? Heh, do you even need to ask? Of course, it was prepared to secretly film Yumi.
I don't think there's any need to go into what happened after that; everything was normal until my parents left around 11 o'clock.
After breakfast, I stayed in my bedroom alone and read for a while, then went downstairs to find Yumi.
When I got to the first floor, I saw Yumi cooking in the kitchen.
"Yumi, do you always cook by yourself at home?" I couldn't help but ask, seeing Yumi's skillful knife work.
"What? What's wrong, brother?" Yumi seemed a little confused.
"Oh, nothing," I really didn't know what to say.
"Eh, are you bored?" Perhaps Yumi saw that I was bored, so she asked tentatively.

"Yumi, what are you making?" Looking at the ingredients on the cutting board, my curiosity immediately surged.
"Haha, what is it? Guess!" Yumi didn't intend to tell me directly, but instead asked me to guess.
"Ah, this is potato balls?" I said confidently, watching Yumi cut potatoes.
"No," Yumi said with a mischievous smile, denying my guess.

"Eh, what is it then?" I asked Yumi, still confident in my judgment.
"Don't know?" Yumi still had the same expression, not giving a direct answer.
"Could it be tempura?" I didn't give up and continued to guess.

"No, oh, it's that, that," Yumi saw my confused expression and couldn't help but give me a hint,
but obviously her hint had almost no effect on me.
"Which one?" I really didn't know what "that one" meant.
"It's that one," it seemed that Yumi was deliberately teasing me today, continuing with this and that, not getting to the point.
"What? I don't know, I never cook," after several such exchanges, I was getting a little impatient.

"Oh, it's the one my brother likes to eat," Yumi's hint was somewhat helpful this time, perhaps sensing something. No, actually, I guessed it as soon as she said it.
"Ah, could it be a hamburger? No way," yes, hamburgers are my favorite, and Yumi makes them very well.
"That's right, it's a hamburger," Yumi gave me a sweet smile.
"Looks like Yumi is a good cook?" Of course, I didn't forget to praise her.
"Hehe, but it'll take a while, you'll have to wait," sure enough, a beautiful girl needs praise,
Yumi must be feeling very pleased.

"Yeah, I know that," of course, I know hamburgers don't take minutes to make.
"Yumi, you're always so virtuous," I continued to praise her from a different angle. Every girl wants to be praised by a guy,
no matter what aspect; as long as you praise them, they'll be happy.
"Hehe, no, not at all," she said, though she was secretly overjoyed;
her shy expression said it all.

"Your boyfriend must like that about you, right?" I wasn't stupid; I wouldn't just shower her with praise.
I tactfully shifted the topic to relationships.
"Hey, um, I cook for him too."
Yumi has always trusted her brother, so she tells me almost everything.
"Does your girlfriend cook for you?" I asked her,
so naturally she asked me, which was all within my control.
"Hey, I... I don't have a girlfriend."

That's what people usually say when they're flirting with girls, and that's exactly what I'm saying right now. 　　 "Liar,
" Yumi said without hesitation.
"Really, I really don't have a girlfriend."
I said it with certainty, but Yumi definitely wouldn't believe me.

"Hey, no girlfriend? How can you not have one?" Maybe my eyes were too sincere,
because Yumi's tone changed, but she didn't stop what she was doing to look at me with surprise.

"Well, I dated one a while ago, but it's over now."
My ex-girlfriend was a total slut. The reason for the breakup was kind of ridiculous—she complained
that I didn't satisfy her. But since that's the case, I don't care. I've been playing around with her for a few months now.

"Really?" Yumi still seemed a little skeptical.
"Yeah, that's right," I nodded firmly.
"Then let's find another one," Yumi's suggestion was very practical.
"Yeah, that's what I was thinking too," I said absentmindedly, because I was staring intently at Yumi's chest. "What?" Yumi seemed to notice something and looked at me suspiciously.

"N-nothing," I stammered. I couldn't help it; I was feeling guilty.
At that moment, I was focused on observing Yumi. Because she was cooking, she was wearing a plaid skirt with a patterned apron.
"Yumi, your clothes are so strange. Can I take a look?" I pretended to be curious, wanting to touch Yumi's body. "What, what are you doing?" I reached out and lifted Yumi's skirt. My sudden movement startled Yumi.
"It really is strange," I continued my attack. This time, my target was clear: Yumi's alluring buttocks.

"Nothing strange, and I haven't really looked at it carefully," Yumi seemed to know what I was thinking, trying her best to stop my advances. "Let me see," I knew that once the opportunity was lost, it would be hard to get it back, so without thinking, I reached out and touched her butt.
"No!" Obviously, any woman would resist if a man suddenly attacked her, like a conditioned reflex.
"How much is this dress?" I realized the situation was getting out of hand and immediately changed the subject.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I could sense that I had touched Yumi's butt,
and I could tell she was a little angry. "That's really going too far," Yumi said, both angry and embarrassed.

"But it is a little strange," I said, though I knew the time wasn't right, I couldn't help but reach out again.
"Don't do this, brother," Yumi reacted quickly, grabbing my hand and stopping my sudden attack.
"Oh, just let me see," this time I wasn't referring to the dress, but Yumi's butt.
"Brother, do you still want to do 'that'?" I'm an adult, so
I naturally know what Yumi meant by "that," but I was surprised she suddenly brought it up.

"Eh, what? I'm just really interested," I replied, caught off guard, and could only try to cover it up.
"Hmph, I know," Yumi suddenly said,
and my first thought was that she knew everything I'd done.
"Eh, what?" I knew perfectly well, but pretended not to know anything.
"You touched me yesterday, didn't you?" Yumi quickly answered my suspicions; she knew.
"Eh, no, how could I?" At this point, I could only play dumb.

"Don't play dumb, you touched me, didn't you?" I saw a terrifying confidence in Yumi's eyes.
"When?" I knew that playing dumb was the best course of action.
"Tonight," Yumi said with certainty.
"I didn't, I was sleeping there the whole time," I thought, admitting it now was the end of it.
"Play dumb," Yumi asked me in a strange tone.
"Eh, wait, what are you talking about?" I continued to play dumb, thinking that Yumi was probably trying to trick me into saying something.
"You touched me, didn't you?" Yumi blinked her cute big eyes at me, and I felt like I was about to break down.
"Okay, yes, I touched you, I'm sorry," after the conversation just now,
I was sure that Yumi already knew what I had done, and playing dumb wouldn't end well, so I decided to admit it.

"Eh, brother always does this kind of thing," Yumi said something that shocked me. "Always" meant more than once,
so did she know what I had done to her at night before? I didn't dare to think too much about it.
"Hehe, well, no, no," I didn't know what else I could do but play dumb.
"What do you mean no?" Yumi pressed on, as if she had to get a clear answer before she would give up.
"Well, because I like you," I didn't know if this trick would work, but it still had to come in handy at this time.
"What?" Yumi thought I was just making excuses to cover up what I'd done.
"I'm serious, I'm truly in love with you," I said, my eyes full of sincerity.

"No, we're siblings," Yumi asked, not stopping what she was doing, cooking as she continued.
"But, we're not related by blood," I admitted, I actually liked Yumi a little, but I'd always kept our relationship in mind and
never mentioned it to her.

"But, oh well, this just won't do," girls are usually like that,
resorting to pleading when they have nothing to say, and Yumi was no exception.
"What? Don't come any closer, don't!" My mind was now consumed by desire. I slowly approached Yumi,
who backed away step by step until I cornered her against the wall.

After a moment of staring at each other, Yumi looked at me seriously, signaling me not to do anything rash, then
went back to the stove to continue making hamburgers as if nothing had happened. How could I let this opportunity slip by? I grabbed Yumi's hands from behind.
"What? What are you doing? Let go of me! Don't do this!" Yumi instinctively resisted.
At that moment, I couldn't possibly pay attention to her. Her hands were restrained,
but her body tried to break free, and I took the opportunity to move my hand towards her chest.

"Don't do this! It's dangerous here! Let go of me! Let go of me!"
The danger Yumi referred to was, of course, the proximity to the entrance; if her parents saw them, it would be disastrous.
I obediently released her hands. She thought I had given up, but she was clearly wrong.
I put my left arm around her shoulder, turning her to face me sideways, and then quickly reached diagonally with my right hand towards her chest.

"I said, wait, don't do this!" Judging from Yumi's expression, she was genuinely angry.
I also felt a little awkward, so I released my right hand from her chest, went behind her,
and wrapped my arms around her, adjusting my position so she was facing me directly.
"Don't move," I put my index finger to my lips, signaling Yumi not to move.

"Get away!" I could feel Yumi pushing me, but
her push was weak and powerless against me.
"No, this won't do," Yumi said. Because of the change in our positions, we were now face to face.
Her big, bright eyes looked at me with a helpless expression, which was so cute that
I couldn't resist kissing her.

My sister resisted my rude intrusion. I forced her lips open with my tongue,
but she kept her mouth tightly shut, so I could only give her a light kiss.
"This won't do," perhaps my rudeness made her uncomfortable, because she pushed me away forcefully after a short while.
"What's wrong?" To be honest, I had never seen Yumi angry before, which made me both curious and excited.
"I'll wash my hands first, wait a moment," Yumi said, turning on the kitchen tap and carefully washing the fruit and other things. "Okay," I replied immediately.

"You understand what I mean, right?" Yumi's sudden question would have left most people completely baffled,
but I knew exactly what she meant.
"I don't understand," I replied, turning to the side and pressing my already bulging erection against Yumi's buttocks.
"Don't come any closer," Yumi said, having washed and dried her hands. She clearly felt my penis and
was about to turn around when she fell right into my trap. I quickly grabbed her and made her turn her back to me.

"What are you doing?" This time, my sister's tone was rude, but even so, I held her tightly.
I placed my hands on her breasts and began to knead them vigorously. Yumi struggled to twist her body, trying to break free from my grasp.
But no matter how she moved, my hands remained firmly on her two jade-like breasts, kneading them incessantly.

"Brother, stop! This is dangerous," I knew exactly what she meant by "dangerous."
Siblings doing this would be most frightening if their parents saw them.
"Alright, I know, let me go first," Yumi said, having struggled for a while without success, she had no choice but to surrender.
I listened to my sister and released my grip on her breasts.

"Brother, please don't do this," my sister said, but this time I could clearly sense the difference in her attitude.
I decided not to be as rough as before. I slowly squatted down with Yumi in my arms, and she half-heartedly sat down on the floor.
This time, I gently kneaded her breasts, and she didn't resist much.

I let Yumi lean against the refrigerator, then looked at her affectionately. I saw a hint of helplessness in her eyes.
I understood our relationship, but at this moment, my mind was already occupied by a terrible desire, and
I couldn't care less about anything else. I closed my eyes and kissed her.

Things went as I expected. This time, Yumi didn't resist, but instead cooperated, extending her smooth, fragrant tongue
to intertwine with mine. In this situation, how could I possibly stop? My hands roamed freely over Yumi's chest,
casually unbuttoning her red and white checkered shirt to reveal a pink bra.

"Ah, ah, umm, ah," Yumi's resistance gradually turned into moans. With one hand, I caressed her breasts through her bra, while
the other pulled down her shirt. She moaned softly, a sound that sounded incredibly soothing to me.

Seeing that Yumi wasn't resisting, I easily pulled off her pink bra, her soft, beautiful breasts completely exposed before my eyes.

Although this wasn't the first time I'd seen my sister's breasts, unlike before, this time I didn't sneak around.

I tried to be as gentle as possible, lightly caressing my sister's fair, tender breasts, then teasingly flicking her nipples with my fingertips—
the feeling was indescribably pleasurable.

"Ah, umm, ah, ah," Yumi's breasts trembled involuntarily from the stimulation of my fingertips.
"Yumi, let's go over there," I said, sensing Yumi's body was starting to get excited. I felt the time was almost right,
so I suggested the bedroom. While doing this in the kitchen was exciting, it would be disastrous if Mom and Dad suddenly came home, especially since
the kitchen faced the entryway. Yumi was already aroused;
judging by the current situation, even if I didn't ask, I think she would willingly let me have sex with her.

I carried the almost half-naked Yumi to the second-floor bedroom, bringing her plaid shirt and pink bra with me.
I had her sit on the floor, pointed to my crotch, and gestured for her to have sex with me.
I thought she would happily agree, but unexpectedly, she refused.
"I don't want to, don't do that kind of thing, we're siblings," Yumi refused decisively.
"I just want to find memories," I said, a seemingly meaningful statement, but it didn't seem to have any effect.
"This isn't a memory," Yumi curled up, clutching her plaid shirt to her chest, trying to stop my intrusion.

"What are you doing? No!" I was wrong again. Yumi didn't intend to have sex with me;
she was just letting me play with her breasts out of desperation.

But since things had come to this, how could I give up? I reached for the red and white plaid shirt.
Although she was holding it tightly, I easily pulled the shirt away from her chest. Then I reached
for her tender breasts. Yumi quickly hugged
her chest tightly, so I couldn't reach them.

But Yumi is, after all, a woman. In terms of strength, she can't possibly compare to a sporty man like me.
With a slight push, Yumi leaned back, her hands moving away from her chest. I quickly opened my palms to caress her breasts.
As Yumi leaned back, I leaned forward as well, and soon her two jade-like breasts were under my control again.

"No, I'm so shy," Yumi's face turned as red as a ripe apple. I didn't have time to think, and pushed her down,
then touched her private parts.
"Brother always does this," Yumi's pants were easily pulled off, leaving her only in a pink panty.
I acted quickly, giving Yumi no time to react, and pulled off her panties,
then massaged her dark opening with my thumb.

"What if someone comes?" It seems Yumi was indeed worried about someone coming, or to put it more bluntly, she was worried about her parents coming back. "It's okay, this is our own home, no one will come," I knew who she was referring to, but I pretended not to know.
"What if Mom and Dad come back?" Yumi didn't mince words and said directly.

"Don't worry, they won't," at this moment I was like a beast in heat, pressing down on Yumi, kissing her lips,
teasing her tongue, one hand vigorously kneading her fair and full breasts,
the middle and index fingers of the other hand taking turns inserting into that wet black forest, rhythmically thrusting in and out.

"No," I buried my head in Yumi's lower body, licking that tempting black forest, tasting the overflowing lustful fluid.
"Ah, umm, ahh, umm, no, no," after sucking on Yumi's lower body for a while, I lifted her up,
gently blowing on her ear, while my fingers continued to thrust in and out of her lower body.

After this teasing, not only Yumi, but my own penis was also almost at its limit.
I made Yumi kneel on the carpet. Yumi wasn't very tall, so when I stood up, I positioned my penis directly in front of her mouth.
Without a word, I pulled down my pants, my hard penis bulging against her black panties.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Although Yumi sounded like she was resisting,
the earlier finger thrusting had completely aroused her. Seeing the tent-
like opening in her panties from my penis, Yumi leaned her head closer and licked the tip of the tent. Even through her panties,
Yumi could still feel the slightly hot temperature of my penis.

"How did it get so big?" Yumi said in surprise, rubbing my penis through her panties.
"Because I like you," this was truly what I felt.
"What? What?" Although it was what I felt, no girl would believe it if I said it out loud.
"Does it feel good?" Yumi gently stroked my penis, looking at me with an extremely seductive gaze.

"Ah, umm, ah, it feels so good," my penis grew even bigger under Yumi's gentle caresses, and I couldn't help but moan.
Yumi knelt on the carpet, pulled down my underwear, took out my already rock-hard penis,
and tried licking around the glans a few times with her mouth. Then she slowly put my penis into her mouth and
rhythmically thrust in and out, making smacking sucking sounds from time to time, which gave me an unprecedented feeling of stimulation.

I took off my underwear and put it aside, then lay down. Yumi lay on top of me, sucking my penis very seriously.
Her oral skills were very proficient, with almost no teeth involved. It seemed that her boyfriend often made her do this.
But anyway, the important thing was that she was now seriously eating my penis.

"Can you lick me? It's so itchy there, hee hee," Yumi told me to turn over and lie down,
then she lay on top of me, sucking my big cock with all her might, while turning her buttocks towards my head.
Her dark, thick forest was right next to my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and licked it a few times, and Yumi's body trembled in response.

We maintained the classic 69 position, sucking each other's genitals. To be honest, I really enjoyed this feeling.
Doing this with Yumi was something I had always dreamed of, and from her continuous moans, I could tell she was enjoying it too.
After about ten minutes, I sat up and hugged the naked Yumi, letting her lie on the carpet,
while I held my hot cock, ready to insert it. "No, you can't go in,"
just as I was about to insert it, the last bit of reason left made Yumi resist again.

"No, no, ah, ahhh," Yumi's resistance was as meaningless to me as before.
I pressed down on her, kissing her little mouth, then gripped my thick penis against her entrance, and
with a timely thrust, my hard penis slid into Yumi's vagina.

"Yumi, are you home?" Just as Yumi and I became one, I heard the sound of a key opening the door and my mother's voice outside.

Seriously? Why now of all times? Yumi quickly shifted back, and my
penis slipped out. I quickly tidied up the clothes on the floor and left a note
telling her that Yumi and I had gone shopping, then closed the bedroom door.

After cleaning up, I realized Yumi was gone. She couldn't have come downstairs in such a short time, especially
since she was completely naked. I quickly looked around and
soon noticed that one of the wardrobe doors in the bedroom wasn't fully closed. Yumi had hidden inside.

Suddenly, an idea flashed into my mind: it would feel amazing to make love with Yumi in the closet.
However, the sound of the entryway door opening didn't allow me time to think. I walked straight to the closet

, my erection still hard. I opened it and looked around; it seemed empty, but based on my judgment, this was the only place Yumi could hide,
so I didn't hesitate to slip inside as well. It's worth briefly describing this large closet in Yumi's house.
It was bought last year when they moved; it has two shelves and is spacious enough for four people to hide inside.

Using the light from outside, I saw Yumi curled up in the innermost part.
Her soft skin was faintly visible; as I suspected, she was indeed completely naked.

"Brother, Mom's back," Yumi whispered, afraid her mother would hear.
If she saw Yumi and me hiding in the closet, completely naked, she'd probably faint from anger.
"Yes," I nodded, my voice barely audible to myself. As I spoke,
I slowly moved closer to Yumi, reaching out to grab her breasts.
Soon, her tender breasts were in my grasp.

"Brother, this won't do. It'll be terrible if someone sees us," Yumi quickly tried to stop me, knowing exactly what I was about to do.
"Shh, it's okay. As long as we don't make a sound, Mom won't know. I left a note outside; she'll think we went out,"
I winked at Yumi, then looked at her with an almost lecherous gaze.

"Ah, umm, brother, it still... it still won't work," I gently played with Yumi's full breasts,
trying to quickly rekindle her desire. I had almost succeeded, but with Mom back,
Yumi's interest vanished instantly.
To have her, I had to arouse her. My hand inadvertently slid down to her pubic area.

"Ah, umm, no, ah, umm," Yumi was actually a woman with a high sex drive, so under my teasing,
she gradually became aroused and began to moan with enjoyment.

"Yumi, I'm coming," I said, holding my hard penis and hovering around Yumi's entrance, as if waiting for an opportunity
to fully enter.

"Brother, no, brother, umm, ah, umm," Yumi's moans stopped abruptly, and I smoothly entered her body. The
warm cavity felt so simple and amazing. After entering, I could tell that Yumi often did this with her boyfriend,
because throughout the entire process, I didn't feel any resistance.
Her vagina had been developed exceptionally well by her boyfriend.

"Ah, umm, so good, don't do that, it's too stimulating, I almost came." Yumi not only had excellent oral skills,
but she could also control the tightness of her vagina with ease, which surprised me greatly. After I entered, Yumi suddenly tightened her vagina, and
in an instant, I felt a current run through my body, and I almost ejaculated.

"Hmph, who told you to get on top of me? This seems a bit too fast," Yumi said nonchalantly.

"What? I meant almost, you didn't actually ejaculate. Just you wait, I'll show you what I'm capable of."
Nothing is worse than being looked down upon by your own sister, especially when it involves a man's dignity.

"Ah, umm, ah, umm," I adjusted my position slightly and began rhythmically thrusting.
Since Yumi had already been "developed" like this, I couldn't just randomly poke around inside her.
To deal with her, I had to be strategic, like the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one.
"Ugh, ah, ahhhh, your cock is so hard, it feels so good," this trick worked.
I used the nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one to fuck her. Actually, this nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one wasn't really nine shallow thrusts followed by
one deep one, just a few shallow thrusts followed by a few deep ones.

Before long, I could clearly feel that her passage was becoming increasingly lubricated. Needless to say,
she must have started secreting love juice like crazy.

"Ah, so good, so great, so hard, ahhh, umm," Yumi tried her
best to keep her voice down, and she did manage to control it effectively, but I could still hear her panting clearly.

"Ahhh, umm, oh no, Mom's coming, it'll be terrible if she sees us," Yumi heard footsteps coming upstairs,
and at that moment, that person could only be her mother, and she inexplicably opened the wardrobe door.

Just as she said, if we were discovered, it would be terrible, to be precise, the consequences could even be described as unimaginable.
"Shh, close it quickly, don't make a sound, it's okay, she's gone," I gestured for her to close the door immediately,
and at the same time, I slowed down the rhythm of my thrusting, and Yumi's panting became less rapid.

As she closed the door, I saw through the crack that her mother glanced at the table, and then turned and went downstairs.

I think she must have seen the note I left, and to make sure she saw it as soon as possible,
I deliberately used a blank sheet of paper, and wrote the words a little larger than usual.

"Ah, umm, oh ah, ah umm, brother, brother's cock is so big, don't stop, fuck me,"
I stopped thrusting because I was afraid my mother in the room would hear me.
My penis remained inside Yumi's vagina until I saw my mother leave the room, then I continued thrusting.

Because I stopped thrusting, Yumi held her breath and didn't make a sound.
As I thrust again, Yumi continued to moan.
"Um, so good, keep going, fuck me, brother, you're so good," Yumi said in a low voice,
but I knew my mother would still hear her moans. Luckily, she had already gone downstairs.

"Yumi, turn over, let's change positions," I whispered to Yumi.
My mother might come back upstairs at any time, so we basically communicated in hushed tones.
"Ah, is it doggy style?" Yumi, being my sister, guessed right away. But that feeling only lasted a second
before I realized her boyfriend must like that position too.

"What, does your boyfriend like to fuck you like that?" I asked, knowing the answer already.

"Yeah, and he always makes me roll over, so when you call me, I know what you're up to,"
Yumi said with a playful sticking out of her tongue, looking incredibly cute.

"Yumi, there's a question I've been thinking about for a while, and I think it's better to ask you," I stammered, feeling a little
nervous about such a sensitive topic, especially from my cousin.
"What is it? Stop beating around the bush, just say it," Yumi said, sounding impatient.

"Well, it's nothing really. I just wanted to ask if my dick is bigger or your boyfriend's?"
I still can't believe I asked my cousin that, but since I've already fucked her,
it's not too much to ask, right?

"Um, to be honest, my boyfriend's dick isn't as big as yours, but it's harder.
His is like steel," Yumi bluntly said, pointing out that my penis wasn't hard enough.
"So, does it feel better when I fuck you or when your boyfriend fucks you?" I continued with that damn question.

"Ah, umm, he's fucking so good," Yumi slowly turned around, presenting her snow-white buttocks to me. As she asked the question,
I had already thrust my hard penis into her vagina, but she still resolutely gave me a hard slap.

"You little slut, it seems you're going to teach me a lesson today. I'll fuck your cunt raw,"
perhaps because of my cousin's words, I started swearing and increased the speed of my thrusts.
It's no exaggeration to say that I accelerated instantly. I thought Yumi would react to this sudden change.

"Ah, ahhh, umm, why are you suddenly, ahhh, umm," Yumi seemed caught off guard,
forcing a moan. Strictly speaking, it wasn't a moan anymore; it was clearly a cry of pleasure,
just not very loud.

"Ah, mmm, so good, so much water, you little slut, watch me fuck your cunt with my big cock today, I'll fuck you until you beg for mercy,"
I thought. Being an athlete, I increased the speed of my thrusts. If it were a vibrator,
at this speed, it would probably be burning up already. To balance the temperature inside her vagina,
Yumi's lower body kept releasing a lot of vaginal fluid, which lubricated the passage,
reduced the friction of my penis against the vaginal walls, and lowered the temperature inside her vagina. So, a woman's body is incredibly intelligent.

"Ah, mmm, so good, I'm so wet down there, it's constantly flowing, ah, ah mmm," Yumi kept moaning.
"Okay, get on top, I'm a little tired," I pretended to be tired, then slumped onto the second shelf of the wardrobe,
my penis, covered in vaginal fluid, standing erect. Yumi understood what I meant, obediently holding my penis, and sat down on it.

"Ah, umm, you, you said you were tired, you, ah, umm," Yumi said, and
I started thrusting in the standard lotus position, gradually increasing the speed.
I didn't expect Yumi to believe me so easily. It was ridiculous. How could I be tired after just a few thrusts?
I thought to myself, if I don't fuck you to pieces today, I'm not your brother.

"Feels good, you little slut. Tell me now, do you feel better when I fuck you or when your lousy boyfriend fucks you, huh?"
I asked deliberately, my penis relentlessly pounding against Yumi's clitoris.

"It feels so good, so incredibly good. You fuck me the best. My lousy boyfriend's dick is smaller than yours, and he doesn't fuck me as well as you. Ah, I can't take it anymore,
I feel like I'm flying," Yumi actually echoed me, talking about her lousy boyfriend. It seemed she had lost her senses,
which meant she was about to climax.

"Fuck you to death, fuck you to death, you little slut, you dare to talk back to me? Quickly apologize to your brother, or I'll fuck your cunt until it's burning!"
I said hatefully. It turns out that when people speak, their thoughts can be subtly influenced.
I felt like I was losing my mind when I said those words. I thrust wildly,
and Yumi's moans changed noticeably. At the same time, I felt my lower body getting hot,
and the love juice secreted by Yumi flowed out from our point of contact. I could feel that the temperature had become abnormal.
I was a little scared, and the speed of my thrusting slowed down. After all, if I accidentally caused any problems, it wouldn't be a joke.

"I apologize, brother, why did you slow down? Fuck me, fuck me harder!"
Yumi apologized to her brother, but she wasn't afraid that her cunt would be burning from my cock.
It was because I slowed down. What a fucking slut!

"What, you want me to fuck you? Then beg me, beg me to fuck you, hurry, say it, say you're a slut,
your cunt needs to be fucked, you want my big cock to fuck you," I stopped abruptly.

"Yeah, I'm a slut, my cunt needs to be fucked, I want your big cock to fuck me, hurry, I'm uncomfortable,"
Yumi said, which showed that her sexual desire had been brought to its peak.

"Since you're so obedient, I'll grant your wish," I grinned lewdly and began to increase the speed and force of my thrusts.

"Ah, um, ahhh, um, um, ah," as my thrusting speed and force changed,
Yumi's breathing became more and more rapid, and her voice became louder and louder,
to the point that I was worried my mother downstairs would hear.

"I said, keep it down, Mom's still downstairs," I said, propping myself up. Yumi leaned to one side,
shifting her weight so I didn't have to bear her entire weight,
making it easier for me to enter and exit her.

"Ah, umm, so good, so good, ah, such a big cock, I can't take it anymore,"
Yumi said, enjoying herself, but I reminded her to try and control her moans. Her
soft panting was incredibly stimulating to me.

"Yumi, I can't take it anymore, ah, umm, umm, umm, ah," I thrust into Yumi's vagina with all my might,
her tender flesh flowing with lustful fluids under the impact of my thick penis.

I was thrusting rapidly, after all, I'm not a god, I couldn't maintain that kind of intensity forever.
I don't know how many times I pumped, but suddenly I felt a surge of intense pleasure rushing up my body.
I knew I was going to ejaculate. To be honest, I desperately wanted to leave all my essence inside Yumi,
but we're siblings, and having sex is already immoral. If I ejaculated inside her, and something went wrong, and Yumi
got pregnant with my child, then it would be too late.

I quickly pulled out my semen-covered penis, then masturbated a few times. I felt an electric current run through my body,
and then my ejaculation came out, my countless offspring gushing from the tip of my penis
onto Yumi's fair and smooth body.

"Ah, so good, yes, like that, mmm," Yumi quickly recovered, sat up in front of me, and
slowly put my penis into her wet mouth, obediently sucking on my hard penis.
It's unbelievable, I actually did what couples usually do together with my sister,
and in such a confined space at that. I still vividly remember Yumi's developing body.

Her fair breasts, the slightly pink nipples, and that fuzzy paradise.
Of course, Yumi's heartfelt moans and her skillful movements left an even deeper impression on me.

I'm not bragging, but Yumi's oral skills are really good. In no time, she had licked my penis clean.
The moment her fragrant tongue touched my glans was simply amazing, and the aftertaste was incredibly pleasurable.

"Even sexier than before," I said, carefully examining Yumi's body. Milky white semen was still on her stomach,
her hair was messy, and with her dazed eyes, she looked incredibly lewd.

"We'll definitely be found out," Yumi almost cried. I knew it wasn't because I was bullying her,
but because she was worried that her mother might find out at any moment.

"It's okay, let's stay here for a while," I said. Actually, I was also feeling guilty. If my mother came up now,
it would be useless to say anything; there would be plenty of evidence.

We didn't say much after our lovemaking. I thought I might never be able to enter Yumi's body again in this lifetime.
I considered today as the only chance God had given me, which was why I had this passion.
I was already very satisfied because not everyone can sleep with their own sister.

In the end, fate was on our side. Mom didn't come upstairs again, and
my affair with Yumi was kept secret.

After that, Yumi and I returned to our normal lives. As the saying goes,
once you start, you'll start again, a third time, and even more. Since that crazy time,
Yumi and I developed a deeper relationship. To put it bluntly, we were both siblings and, so-called, sex partners.
We often hid at home to make love passionately, forgetting all the worries of work and life,
and recklessly enjoying each other's bodies.

[The End]

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