[I couldn't control myself and finally had sex with my own sister] (1-4) Author: Unknown - Incest Novel

I couldn't control myself and finally had sex with my sister. Author: Unknown Word Count: 39872 Brief Chapter 1 To put it simply, my half-sister, who is 7 years younger than me, and I've always had a good relationship since childhood. We bathed together and slept together. At that time, I was too young to have any particular thoughts about my sister, but I often looked at her genitals while bathing, just out of curiosity. We lived a peaceful life like this. When I got to high school, I just thought my sister had become more beautiful, but I didn't have any other thoughts because I had a girlfriend at the time. So I focused my energy and scheming on exploring my girlfriend's body and neglected my sister. At that time, my sister was often angry with me, but I didn't understand why and I didn't care until I went to college. When I went home for Chinese New Year during my freshman year, my younger sister still ignored me. But since we hadn't seen each other for half a year, I could tell she was quite looking forward to my return. Because it was winter, everyone was bundled up, so I didn't notice any changes in my sister. I just felt she had grown taller and was still beautiful. I won't boast about how handsome I am here, after all, we're all of the same blood. I rushed back home to have sex with my high school girlfriend, but it was also the last winter break of our crazy sex life. Because I later found out she was cheating on me, I decisively broke up with her. Mainly, I was tired of her, so I didn't feel much pain, but more of a defeat in my self-esteem. That's how my second semester of freshman year began. Summer vacation arrived, time to go home. Half a year of being a loser had left me sexually aroused. On the way home, I sighed with disappointment. I got home but had no girlfriend. It was a summer vacation I had no expectations for. I just wanted to see my family, because home is the best place. The moment I entered the door, there was my younger sister, about 165 cm tall. She's grown taller now. Because of the heat, she was wearing a short white dress, revealing her long, slender legs and hands, which were fair with a hint of pink. The biggest change was in her breasts; they were no longer concealable, now the size of small bowls. These breasts, without a bra, were impossible to hide under the white dress. The nipples and the curves of her breasts were clearly visible, even though the dress tightly covered them. Her underwear was black, which I saw. Since only my mother and sister live at home, and my stepfather has other women, I won't explain further. It was normal for them to dress like that. While I was still dazed, my sister grabbed my hand and dragged me to the dining room. There was a table full of delicious food. My sister said, "Brother, have you finished eating? It'll help you eat and ease your sadness." I said, "What? What's that?" My sister said, "Didn't you break up with your boyfriend? I know. You don't need to pretend to be happy." I was speechless. She understood that too. My mother was standing there silently, probably not knowing how to comfort me, just urging me to eat. As I ate, my eyes welled up with tears. Don't misunderstand, it was just the feeling of home that made me feel so good, not because of the breakup. At that moment, my sister also cried, frantically piling food onto my plate. I was stunned. They probably all misunderstood. After dinner, I noticed my sister's unusual enthusiasm. I hadn't felt this way in years. After I started high school, she had always been cold to me. It seemed she was being nice to me because she felt sorry for me and didn't want me to be sad. Oh well, I'll just continue pretending to be sad. It won't hurt me. I'll just have to make the most of this summer. After dinner, I went back to my room, listlessly turned on my computer, and reminisced about my childhood. Home is so nice. I opened QQ and saw a bunch of messages. Then my sister came in. "Brother, you use QQ too? Add me, add me!" I reluctantly agreed. I asked curiously, "What's wrong with you lately? Your temper has gotten so much better. I used to be so afraid of you." My sister replied, "Nothing, just wanted to make you happy, that's all." As we chatted, I suddenly noticed that my sister was sitting on my bed with her knees drawn up, completely unguarded. Her black underwear and the top of her fair thighs were right in front of me. I immediately got an erection, but the computer desk helped me out, completely blocking my bulging genitals. I couldn't talk anymore, so I pretended to browse the internet and took the opportunity to peek at my sister's underwear. My sister just obediently sat next to me and watched me surf the internet. There's only one computer in the house, and since I've been hogging it, my sister has been staying next to me the whole time. I wasn't surprised. After looking at her black underwear for half an hour, I didn't make any progress. It's my sister, and I've lost interest. I'm also tired, so I went to take a shower. I'll let my sister have sex with me. It's a habit in boys' dorms to just wear a towel after showering, hehe, I'm used to it. When I got back, I was about to change into my pajama bottoms when I suddenly remembered there was a younger sister next to me. "Sis, go out for a bit, I need to change." She said, "You go ahead, I'm online." I thought about it and realized she was right. When did I become so reserved? So I turned around to change into my shorts. Halfway through, I saw my sister in the full-length mirror on the side, turning her head to look at me. I was a little confused, but too embarrassed to call her out. I casually finished the rest of my routine and said, "You go take a shower now, let me use the internet." Then I saw her grab my towel and leave. Ugh, she even used my towel? Ugh, back to browsing the internet... Oh no, I forgot to put my change of underwear in the washing machine! My sister will kill me if she sees this. I immediately rushed out to get it before she showered, but... it was too late. I could already sense someone in the bathroom. I sneakily checked the situation; the bathroom door was half open, so she probably hadn't started showering yet. I sneaked in to take the dirty clothes. My sister, with her fair skin and delicate features, was completely naked in front of me, her back to me. She seemed to be holding my underwear in her arms. I thought she was going to help me wash it, but suddenly she brought the underwear close to her face. It felt like she was crying. I didn't have time to peek at my sister's naked body. I quietly left the bathroom, went back to my room, closed the door, and pondered this unbelievable scene. My mind was buzzing. Although I've been a loser for the past six months, and have had countless encounters with Japanese AV and uncensored Western films, the perverted Japanese have made me slightly yearn for sibling relationships—just a thought, after all, this is real life. To verify, I started checking the only computer in the house. Half an hour later, the results were astonishing. Her QQ signature was full of things like missing someone, but there was no male protagonist; she just used "he" instead. The key to confirming that "he" was me was a signature, which was today's signature: "I've waited so long, he's coming back today, I miss him." At this moment, I was certain that my sister liked me. My current emotions are happiness and excitement, with a slight sense of guilt about incest. In short, it's a good thing because my sister has developed a body that I'm interested in. My mind is a mess; I don't have any plans or ideas. I'll calm down for now and let things take their course. Just then, there was a knock at the door. I took a deep breath and calmly opened it, because I knew it was my sister. Oh my god, she was wearing a dress-like nightgown, but this time it was a loose-fitting one with a low neckline and wide openings under the armpits. It looked normal when she stood up straight, but I knew in my heart that if she bent over or lowered her head, it would be very revealing. Maybe because there were only women in the house, my sister usually dressed very conservatively. "Aren't you going to sleep yet?" I asked. My sister said, "I want to hear about your interesting experiences in college." I said, "Nothing much, just an ordinary life." Suddenly, my sister said something shocking: "Brother, have you ever had sex with anyone?" I was stunned for a moment and replied, "Do you even know what love is? You're so nosy. So what if I did?" My sister didn't say anything, her eyes were red, and she left my room. What should I do now? I didn't know either. Oh well, she's my sister after all. I shouldn't be too impulsive. Thinking about this, I fell asleep. That's how I found out my sister liked me. After spending a few days together, we got along very well, with an awkward, almost romantic feeling between us. My mom was going to visit my stepfather these past few days and told me to take good care of my sister and not to always run off to play and leave her behind. I started to get excited, haha, it's a bit of a melodramatic situation. Only when my parents aren't home do I become bolder. My first thought was to peep at my sister while she showered, so I prepared well in advance. Around 9 pm, I deliberately said I was sleepy and went to shower. The process was very primal; I did it on purpose to arouse my sister's desire. After showering, I just walked around in a towel, urging her to shower. She was very obedient and went immediately. Maybe it's just a habit, but she doesn't even close the shower door? I waited until I heard the sound of running water, then sneaked into the bathroom. I crouched down, peeking half my face into the shower. A fair, white body, just like last time, was facing away from me. Only last time I hadn't observed it properly; this time I couldn't miss it. Perfect proportions. The dark area where her buttocks met her vulva sparked endless fantasies. When she bent over to lather with soap, half of her vulva was clearly visible. No hair, just a captivating slit—not an open slit, but tightly closed, as if the labia were pressed together. Very tight. Water constantly flowed through this slit. I couldn't see the entire vulva, but this was the most perfect angle. Her breasts swayed gently. Her nipples weren't big, only the size of mung beans. I couldn't resist; I wanted to rush over, grab her breasts, suck on them, and then insert my penis into her vagina, tearing open her labia and thrusting in and out, finally ejaculating against her cervix. That was my thought at that moment. I'd watched too many porn videos, but this was real life, my real sister. The fantasy made me lower my guard. At that moment, my sister had already turned around to rinse the foam off her back. I froze, jerking back, but the bathroom floor was too slippery, and I fell in. My sister saw me clearly and immediately closed the door. "Brother, what are you doing?" I replied, "I saw you showered without a towel, so I brought you mine." Ugh.That's a clever idea, but I was only wearing a towel, nothing else. How could I give it to her? My sister said, "Thank you, brother, it reminds me of when I was little." At that moment, a mischievous thought popped into my head. "Sister, let's shower together, like when we were little." My sister paused and said, "Didn't you already shower? I don't want it, I'm so embarrassed. Just give me the towel." I was a little disappointed. I thought it would develop like a melodramatic story, with my sister agreeing and us making love smoothly. But reality is what it is. I obediently put the towel on the sink outside and was about to leave when my sister called out... "Brother, hand me a towel," I said petulantly. "Get it yourself, it's so annoying, I'm practically naked right now." There was a moment of silence. Then my sister slowly opened the door, poked her head out to look at me. I was genuinely embarrassed and covered my genitals. My sister said, "Brother, are you angry? Could you please get it for me?" I deliberately said, "Get it yourself, I've seen you since we were little, are you afraid of me now?" My sister, on the verge of tears, squatted down, covering her chest with both hands, and slowly moved to the sink. Then, with one hand, she grabbed the towel, quickly covering both breasts with the other, then pulled the towel over her chest and slowly squatted back down. As she turned, her entire buttocks and back curves were completely exposed to me, but I couldn't see her genitals. This squatting and moving motion... my shy sister... from this angle, I wanted to touch her genitals. I really wanted to. Her white buttocks, her adorable shy posture... I wanted to make love to her. I was determined to have her. Desperate, I pretended to spill my mother's skincare products on myself. I called out, but no one popped their head out. "What's wrong, brother?" I said, "I accidentally spilled Mom's cosmetics all over myself. I really have to shower again." My sister said anxiously, "Wait a minute, I'll be done in a minute, very soon." I got annoyed again. This was getting ridiculous; I was really getting angry. Whatever, I opened the bathroom door. My sister suddenly realized what was happening, squatted down, and yelled, "Brother, are you crazy? I'm not finished showering yet! Crazy, crazy! Get out of here!" I ignored her and started showering. My sister was squatting there, seemingly about to cry. The funny thing was, she started her squatting and shifting movements. I chuckled a little. Oh well, my sister isn't the kind of slut you see in movies; that's what attracts me. Let her go. At that moment, I just wanted to get clean and leave. My sister's squatting and shifting movements were almost outside the bathroom when suddenly she slipped and fell, hitting her head on the toilet. She started crying, "It's you! You bastard, you crazy jerk! It hurts, and you're all dirty!" She didn't even bother to cover her breasts and genitals anymore, sitting on the floor crying. Looking at her breasts and vulva, I felt both heartache and arousal. I rushed over and helped my sister up, saying, "Don't cry, it's my fault. I was just teasing you, I didn't expect it to turn out like this. Get up, I'll help you wash. If you hate it when your brother looks at you, I'll close my eyes. Get up quickly." Seeing how remorseful I was, my sister's anger subsided, and she said, "Okay, I don't blame you anymore. I can wash myself. You should wash yourself first." I proudly helped my sister up, and I could see she was still trying to cover her private parts. I put my hands on her waist and her other hand on my neck, so the other half of her breasts were pressed against my chest. Her other hand was still covering her nipples, but this time I couldn't cover her genitals. Under a few scattered curly hairs was a small fleshy bump... her clitoris... I forgot to mention that my penis was erect the whole time. Only then did my sister look at me directly, her face turning bright red. She didn't know what to do. Once we were in the bathroom, I felt more at ease. "Come on, I'll help you rinse off." "It's inconvenient to wash if you fall," my sister hurriedly said. "Then close your eyes quickly, I'm not used to it." Okay, close your eyes, I like closing my eyes. Closing my eyes gives me an excuse to touch the wrong place, haha, I replied. "Alright, aren't you annoying? You're even afraid of your own brother." My sister seemed a little guilty at this moment. I didn't care anymore. With my eyes closed, I grabbed the showerhead in one hand and prepared to do something with the other, so fake it was as if I couldn't see anything. I first helped my sister wash her neck, stroking it with concern, "Does it hurt here?" Seeing that I had closed my eyes, my sister naturally nodded, released her breasts with both hands, and started washing herself, saying, "It's okay." "I just bumped my butt and head." I rushed down, my hand naturally reaching past her breasts. I felt her recoil slightly, so I continued down, my hands on her waist, her navel, and then, as I reached her genitals, I felt her deliberately trying to avoid me. Before she could react, I gently massaged her genitals. At that moment, I could feel her stop moving, but she didn't pull away either; I could feel her twitching. I didn't want the scumbags in AVs to just rub her genitals and grope her. I just wanted to touch her. I gently washed her genitals back and forth, then moved to her buttocks. She didn't move. I squinted and saw her clutching her breasts, standing stiffly. I stroked her buttocks and inner thighs, massaging those areas back and forth. I couldn't linger too long, lest it look unnatural. So I rushed to her lower legs, and only then did she relax. "Brother, did you really have sex with your ex-girlfriend?" Suddenly, these words popped out. I opened my eyes and looked at her; her eyes were red. I didn't say anything. I hugged my sister and kissed her. She didn't move, she was stiff, but her mouth wasn't tightly closed, it was open. I frantically swirled my tongue in her mouth, but her tongue didn't respond at all, she probably hadn't kissed before. I used my tongue to hook her tongue, letting it swirl with mine, and she started to respond more readily. She stopped kissing. I excitedly kneaded her tender breasts with both hands, really kneading, and even tugged at her nipples, because they were too small and slippery. My throbbing penis kept hitting around her navel. Because I'm so tall, 180cm, my penis was always above her navel. No matter what I did, she didn't make a sound, she was just responding to my kisses. I started caressing her genitals, not daring to use too much force, just feeling the general shape, carefully feeling the contours of her tender flesh and labia. I touched and grabbed her buttocks a few times, it felt like two hands weren't enough. The shower was too annoying, so I quickly turned it off. It was quiet now, but the sounds of panting and friction became clearer. I couldn't take it anymore. The area around my sister's navel was slippery from my glans's secretions. I stopped kissing her, turned her around, and leaned against the wall. I squatted down, parted her labia, and hungrily licked them from top to bottom a few times. Then I carefully examined them for a minute, remembering I'd forgotten to suckle her breasts. I turned her around again, grabbed one breast, and sucked and pulled at the other. My primal desires were uncontrollable; even incest, I had to fuck her to the very end. I turned her around again, spread her white buttocks, and rubbed my glans up and down against her vulva, trying to reach her cervix in one go. At this moment, my sister cried out, "It hurts! Fuck you! Men are all bastards! Bastards!" What a domineering scream! I couldn't think straight anymore. A 15-year-old girl was standing naked in front of me, her buttocks facing me. Her vulva and labia were clamping my glans. Even if I didn't push, my penis would push in on its own. I didn't care anymore. I pushed forward five centimeters. The girl jumped up slightly. I didn't know if it was my thrust or her instinctive reaction to pain. When her toes could no longer support her weight, her buttocks fell back down. My glans was firmly inserted into her vulva. It was a feeling of being unable to go in but being forced in, a feeling of interference like several rubber bands tightening around my glans. Virgin, I had to continue, to thrust, to push, push, push! "Waaah, you bastard! Why are you doing this to me? Why are you all doing this to me?" I was not in a daze, but when I heard the word "you," I hesitated. Why "you"? The girl cried miserably, desperately pushing her buttocks upward, trying to support her buttocks. I suddenly felt my sister's pain. Was it related to her stepfather? I snapped awake. I slowly pulled my penis out of her vagina. The moment it was completely gone, she slid weakly down the wall to her knees, curling up in a corner, muttering, "Do you all have to do this? Why, why, why... Waaah..." She kept crying. This time, I really wanted to care for her, this sister I'd only just finished with. I picked her up, wrapped her in a towel, and carried her back to her room. I dried her off and covered her with a blanket. Her blank stare broke my heart. I kept slapping my face hard, saying nothing, just continuing to hit myself. Suddenly, my sister turned around and hugged me. "Brother, don't leave me again. I'm so scared, so scared!" I cried and hugged her back. "What's wrong? What are you afraid of? I promise I won't do this to you again." My sister cried even harder, for no apparent reason. She cried out, "I'm not blaming you, it's just that XX tried to rape me. He came to my room several times and touched me. One time he finally tried to have sex with me, and I couldn't take it anymore. I screamed, but because Mom was there, he didn't dare do anything. Mom seemed to realize something was wrong, so she let him move out. Waaaaah..." XX is Mom's current boyfriend; her stepfather has divorced her. I'm holding my sister right now, filled with resentment. Thinking about how I forced myself on her, maybe...This reminded her of her painful past, making her feel extremely guilty. She asked with concern, "He didn't actually rape you, did he?" My sister cried, "No, sob, he was so disgusting." I couldn't say anything, after all, I had just disgusted this girl. I said remorsefully, "Sis, it's my fault. I'll go back to school early tomorrow and stay in the dormitory. I don't want you to see this disgusting person again." My sister immediately said anxiously, "What? What? Are you going to go see your girlfriend again? Can't I give her what she can? Don't go, sob sob sob sob..." I'll stop here. The punctuation is messy, please bear with it. This is a true story. I'll add more later when I have time. Second section: "Brother, I love you. Please don't go see her again. I'm willing to give you anything, no matter how much it hurts, just don't go." I silently kissed my sister back without any guilt, because this was what I wanted. I felt no guilt, and I didn't explain. As long as I could have my sister... I'd do anything, because I only enjoyed this body. While kissing her, I said, "Brother likes you too. You've grown up, and I can't control your beauty, your cuteness. So I want you. Will you agree to anything I do?" My sister replied, "Hmm, I don't really understand, but it really hurts. But I'm willing, as long as you don't leave." I didn't want to talk anymore; I just wanted to devour her. Finally, I could openly fuck my sister. Kissing and sucking her breasts were all done lightly. I turned on all the lights in the room, making my sister open her legs, so I could clearly see the walls of her vagina and her clitoris. My sister's expression was one of blushing and turning to the side, constantly swallowing. I scraped her labia with my tongue, pulling them apart with both hands. Her abdominal muscles kept twitching and trembling. Was she wet? Was she reacting? I quickly teased my sister's clitoris with the tip of my tongue. As soon as I started licking, her legs seemed to be moving uncontrollably, and her hands were gripping her breasts tightly. My sister wasn't rubbing her breasts for pleasure; she was just inexplicably at a loss, and could only grab her breasts to distract herself from the stimulation she hadn't experienced before. After a few licks of her clitoris, my sister's entire lower body thrust upwards. Her fingers gripped her breasts so tightly they were almost deformed. The way her breasts were being pulled and twisted showed me how out of control she was. Her suddenly thrusting lower body lasted for about 5 seconds before she suddenly collapsed. "Sister, are you okay? Are you in pain?" She ignored me, gently releasing her breasts with both hands. She felt completely empty. I held my penis in one hand and rubbed it near her tight vulva. She must have just had an orgasm; the fluid from it was evenly smeared between her labia and the opening with the head of my penis. When I thrust, she bounced up and hugged me, but she didn't cry or make a fuss, just made soft moaning sounds. This time, with the help of her vaginal fluid, it wasn't so obstructive, and entry felt smooth, but it was still tight and squeezed, as if a membrane was blocking it. I knew what that was; I had experienced it before. I wasn't in a hurry; I couldn't hurt her. I just moved back and forth at a depth of about five centimeters. She started to lie down weakly, her hands naturally returning to her breasts, but without much force. Is this a personal habit? My previous girlfriend hadn't done this before, and these five centimeters of thrusting gave her a temporary, superficial sexual experience. My patience was limited, and in less than five minutes I asked, "I'm going to go all the way in." My sister asked in surprise, "Can I still go in?" Her innocent cuteness excited me even more. I withdrew my penis from the vaginal opening and thrust it in all the way to her cervix. My sister tensed up, her hands gripping her breasts tightly, already bleeding and scratched by her fingernails. She couldn't bear it any longer and kept calling out, "Brother, brother, brother, brother, brother, brother," repeatedly calling me "brother." I felt she didn't want to spoil my fun, but she was also in pain and couldn't hold back her cries. "Brother" seemed to mean "slow down, slow down, stop." I pried her hands apart and sucked on her breasts, but she just wanted to grab something. So she grabbed my arm, and I licked and sucked her nipples, squeezed her breasts, my tongue swirling around, while my lower body began to slowly twitch and move. Each thrust was an obstacle; retreat was dragged by the vaginal walls, advance was blocked by the uterus. The granular texture of the uterine head was deeply palpable. It seemed her vaginal canal was short, allowing me to easily reach its end. The only thing blocking my penis at the end was the uterus. An unexpected bonus: my sister started to moan. She had held back for so long, her sexual desire finally unable to be suppressed. "Brother, brother, it doesn't hurt anymore, ah, ah, um, um," she mumbled hysterically. The friction between our genitals left both of us completely wet. I tried to wipe myself with a towel, but found... The vaginal fluid was pink, my virgin sister. I want to fuck you to death, my virgin sister. Physical possession is no longer enough to satisfy my desire for her; I also want to satisfy my visual desire. I spread my sister's white thighs, wiped away the virgin blood, and exposed her pink vulva to me. I thrust in and out, watching my penis penetrate this virgin's gateway. The pull of my glans slightly tugged out a few millimeters of flesh from the inside of her vaginal opening. The movement of that tender flesh excited me even more. I grabbed her breasts, grabbed them, grabbed them hard, pulled her nipples, and watched my penis thrust in and out, looking at my sister's beautiful face, her expression of painful enjoyment. I had a perverted feeling of wanting to fuck her to death because she was so exquisite, beautiful, and... She was young and had a great figure. The whole room was filled with the sounds of "slap slap slap" and "mmm mmm, ahhh." Not enough, I wanted to experience the structure inside her vagina. I pushed my glans to the deepest point, rotating it clockwise and counter-clockwise around the vaginal opening. This way, my glans could rotate and scrape around the cervix, feeling the protruding fleshy bumps against it, the sensation of it sliding in and out of the glans. I could completely feel the shape of the girl's cervix. But when I did this, she started shaking her head from side to side. I asked, "Don't you like it? Can I stop doing this?" She stammered, "It feels so full inside." "It's so bloated, stop turning, my stomach is so bloated," I sighed. My sister thought I was unhappy and immediately hugged my waist and kissed me. "Brother, although it's bloated, it's so warm and I feel so happy." I knew it wasn't pleasant for a virgin, but I wanted her to experience pleasure amidst the discomfort. I admit I'm perverted. I sped up my rotation, my penis rubbing hard against all the flesh around her vagina, inside and out. My sister, who had been hugging and kissing me, suddenly placed her hands quickly on my pelvis, pressing against me. I felt her trying to push me away, but she didn't dare. She gently gave me some external force, her lips no longer caring about kissing, but rather trying to hold my lower lip, enduring the "mmmmmm" sounds. What a considerate girl, she'd endure anything to satisfy me. I'd run out of ideas for how to play with this body, and suddenly, on a whim, I reached down from my nipples and pinched her clitoris with two fingers, pulling it left and right. My sister suddenly looked down at me, unable to scream, and stammered out a pleading voice, "Brother, it hurts so much, don't pull there, kiss me." I didn't care, and suddenly everything sped up. My sister screamed "Ah!" and pushed me away with all her might. My entire penis was pulled out of her vagina. My 18cm penis had held her vagina open for over ten minutes, and the moment it was pulled out, before it could even close, the opening trembled and recoiled. The elasticity was gone; it was no longer just a slit, but a pinkish fleshy flower. At this moment, my sister truly cried, clutching her stomach. One hand reached out to touch her genitals, but seemingly in pain, she only lightly touched the exposed flesh at the vaginal opening with her finger before immediately withdrawing her hand. She then covered her breasts, crying, "Brother, I won't do it anymore, I really won't do it anymore. I really tried so hard to make you happy, please, please, sob sob sob." I crawled towards my sister with my erect penis facing her. Upon seeing my penis, she immediately covered her genitals with one hand and pulled back. At that moment, all I wanted to do was ejaculate; I couldn't hear anything else. Her pitiful behavior excited me to the point of inhumanity. I pulled her hand away, intending to continue inserting my penis into her vagina. Being so forcefully pulled away, her twisting hips made it impossible to aim at the vaginal opening. Her crying, screaming, and struggling annoyed me. I shouted, "You don't love me at all! It hurts so much! Even my ex-girlfriend didn't treat me like this!" Instantly… My sister calmed down and stopped struggling, she was just crying. I knew she was willing, and I eagerly spread her legs, ready to continue inserting into her vagina. "Brother, can I give you oral sex? I really can't do it anymore." "It's so hot down there, my stomach hurts a little," I said in surprise. "You know how to give oral sex? How do you know?" My sister said, "You have it on your computer, I secretly looked at it." Ugh... Okay, since it's come to this, I also want to try giving oral sex to my sister. I told my sister to lie down and open her mouth, and like doing a push-up, I thrust my penis into her mouth. My sister closed her eyes and didn't move at all. I impulsively thrust in hard, and my sister suddenly closed her mouth tightly. My glans was scraped by my sister's teeth, which wasn't very enjoyable. I immediately pulled out, and my crying sister said, "I miss Mom, I want to call Mom." I was a little disappointed. It's like my humanity won't recover until I ejaculate. "Then how about this, sister, you touch yourself, and brother will watch you do it yourself." My sister nodded helplessly, making some unnatural and not very seductive poses, but with such beauty and such a body...Her body and that pitiful expression were enough for me to vent. I started masturbating like crazy, while my other hand frantically caressed every part of my sister's body. My sister reluctantly touched her breasts, but I felt it was too monotonous, so I told her to touch her genitals. My sister reluctantly placed her hand on her labia and didn't move. Innocent is the purest, so exciting! I knew I was about to ejaculate. I told my sister to quickly open her legs and spread her labia, but my sister seemed not to understand me. I immediately frantically helped my sister into the seductive position I needed, pointing my glans towards her vaginal opening. Finally, I ejaculated. Because it had been pent up for so long, I ejaculated on her breasts, and the rest spread all over her genitals. Not much of it reached the vaginal opening. Seeing this... My 15-year-old sister's vulva was covered in semen. Suddenly, I wickedly scraped some semen from near her genitals to her vaginal opening, and then, taking her by surprise, thrust my penis all the way in. My sister's head jerked up, hitting me, but she couldn't break free because I was pressing down on her, my penis trapped inside her vagina. A loud, heart-wrenching cry erupted. I hugged her tightly and said, "I've always loved you, but because you're my sister, I've never dared to think about it. Today, I can finally love you openly and honestly." Hearing this, her cries turned into gentle sobs, and she hugged me tightly. Since I stopped thrusting, she no longer cried out in pain. I just held her like that until my penis went soft. I slowly withdrew, and I could tell my sister was still very nervous, watching me pull out. I gently cleaned the semen off her vulva. The contractions of her abdomen and the closing of her vaginal opening made this girl a woman. Holding my cleaned-up sister, we fell asleep like that… The boredom of life made me write another chapter. The subsequent developments are a reflection of life. I hope you enjoy the third chapter. In the morning, the usual plot is to have sex again. Actually, I wanted to too, because I was already hard. I could only admire her fair and tender body. I wasn't so bold after waking up. I didn't even dare to touch her. I just secretly peeked at my sister's every organ. Her eyes were a little swollen because she cried last night. Her side-lying position made her breasts look even bigger. The scratch marks from five fingers were clearly visible. This was my sister's unconscious instinctive reaction. I didn't do it. Her nipples were a little light. A tiny indentation, beautiful colostrum. My sister's lower body was covered. I gently pulled the blanket back, but with her legs pressed together, I couldn't see her vulva from the front. I could only run to the foot of the bed to see the tender opening that had been injured last night. The "wrong" had instantly turned into a "black fungus" (a pun on "black fungus"). Thinking about it, it was somewhat humorous. Because her thighs were pressed together, I could only see the two labia pressed together, completely obscuring the pink inner flesh. However, some semen stains from last night remained near her labia. At this moment, I was simply admiring my sister's naked body and began to masturbate. There was no physical contact, just pure admiration. Soon, I couldn't hold back anymore; I was about to ejaculate. My perverted mind still made me ejaculate on her buttocks. The semen flowed down half of her buttocks to her labia and stopped. When it had flowed a certain amount, it crossed the protruding part of the labia and flowed into the crevice. Then the semen stopped flowing and gathered in the crevice. When there was enough fluid, it flowed diagonally downwards towards the clitoris along the slit. Because the inner thighs were clenched so tightly, it finally flowed down the inner thighs and onto the sheets. This process is usually seen in close-up shots in pornographic films, but today I witnessed firsthand how sperm moved through the genitals of a beautiful 15-year-old girl. At this moment, my sister was woken up by the movement of the mattress. Feeling that her genitals were cold, she touched them and exclaimed, "Brother, what are you doing?" I hurriedly replied, "I didn't feel anything last night, so I got up and saw it and wanted to clean it for you." My sister's innocence made me a little ashamed. "Brother, please clean it for me, it's disgusting!" Hearing my sister ask me to clean it, I immediately grabbed some tissues and wiped my buttocks. I opened my sister's legs and looked at her genitals, intending to wipe them. My sister immediately pulled her legs back, climbed off the bed, squatted down, pulled the towel blanket over herself, and cried, "Brother, what am I going to do? I was bullied by my mother's boyfriend, and now I'm like this with my own brother. I'm so dirty, I feel so dirty." I stood over, squatted down, and kissed my sister, saying, "Even if you're dirty, it's because I made you dirty. As long as you don't hate your brother, I won't mind how dirty you are." Ugh, how could I say such a thing? My sister wasn't dirty at all; I wanted to swallow it down. At that moment, my sister smiled and said, "You're the dirty one, brother. Seriously, sex was okay at first, but you really hurt inside later. I don't want to have sex anymore. I hope you won't force me. After all, we're still siblings. I just want my brother to love me, hold me, and not leave me." I was moved and hugged my sister tightly, determined not to hurt her anymore. Playing with her emotions was enough for now. That's what I thought for the time being, because I knew my true nature. After tidying up the room and the scraps of paper, my sister and I went in for breakfast. Seeing her awkwardly avoiding eye contact, I quickly finished my breakfast and obediently went back to my room to surf the internet. For the next few days, we were both quite awkward, our conversations and interactions felt unnatural. Thankfully, Mom was coming back soon, and I hoped she could ease the awkwardness. Mom's return really brought a lot of liveliness to the house; there was laughter and conversation. Life went on like this for a while, and my relationship with my sister returned to normal. However, physical contact between us still felt a little unnatural, but we both knew we cared for each other. As the new semester approached, my sister's anxiety slowly surfaced. I knew she didn't want me to leave, but what could I do? I longed to be close to her and hug her, but blood ties held us back. It was the last week before I had to go back to school, and Mom started preparing many things for me. I saw my sister's worry and felt helpless. To make my sister happy... I decided to take her to the amusement park this week, but then I remembered something terrifying. The day I had sex with my sister, even though I ejaculated outside, because I'd watched too much porn, I ended up deeply inserting my semen-covered penis into her vagina, even trying to feel the head of her cervix, and it stayed inside for a long time. Thinking about this, I started to feel a chill. I couldn't possibly ask her if she'd started her period. A girl in her third year of junior high should have started menstruating by now, right? I hadn't paid attention to that at the time because I thought she was too young to understand. Now, the fear was growing stronger. What if she got pregnant? My mom would kill me! I desperately wanted to find my sister and ask her tentatively. So, when the time was right, I sat down next to her and asked, "Sister, I want to ask you an embarrassing question. When do girls usually start menstruating?" She blushed and replied, "Brother, why are you asking that?" I replied, "No, last night I was chatting online on QQ, and someone asked me this silly question, and I couldn't answer it." He laughed at me, "Just tell me, you're a girl anyway." My sister said helplessly, "Usually, it starts in middle school, some even in elementary school, that's it." I replied, "Oh, so are you normal, little sister?" My sister blurted out, "Yes, I'm normal." When she realized what I meant, her face was already red. I asked again, "How often do you get your period? Or does it only happen once in your life?" My sister laughed loudly, "Brother, you're so funny, it's once a month." I asked slyly, "Once a month? Oh my god, where does all that blood come from? Women are so pitiful." My sister hurriedly replied, "You just realized that? Mom..." Mom said women are the most pitiful, they need someone to pamper them. I said gently, "Brother loves you the most. When are you coming over? I'll buy you some good food to help you replenish your blood." My sister said, "Don't go back on your word. Maybe next time. I already came last week. I'm sorry to have troubled you." I was happy, haha, so I told my sister about the plan to go to the amusement park, thinking she would be happy. But there was no sign of her being happy at all. She just nodded silently. After that, I wasn't really looking forward to the amusement park plan anymore. And now my sister closes the door tightly every time she takes a shower. Is she being wary of me? Thinking about this made me a little depressed. I figured I should just go back to school and not think too much. Everything seemed so peaceful. But one night, my mom was home. I went out to meet up with some old friends and came back around 11 pm. My mom should be asleep by then. I had a few drinks, so I quietly went into the house, trying not to disturb my mom and sister. When I got to the bedroom door, I saw irregular lights flashing. I guessed my sister was online. It wasn't surprising; she rarely used the computer when I was home. I was such a loser. Just as I was about to go in, I noticed a strange atmosphere coming from the half-open door. I looked closer and saw that the monitor was showing porn I had downloaded before. I went silent, completely speechless. Sis, what are you doing? The same old cliché plot unfolded again. The difference was, my sister simply squatted on the computer chair, hugging her knees, doing nothing—no masturbation, just intently staring at the monitor. I glanced at the content: the female lead was giving the male lead oral sex. After one viewing, she rewound the video and watched the oral sex part again. I almost cried. How could you be so considerate, so innocent? Compared to my love, your love is so pure. I only used your beauty as a outlet for my sexual desire. I don't even deserve to say the word "love." I didn't want to watch anymore; it was meaningless. I barged in and turned off the porn.My sister was startled by my words, curling up into a ball, silent and avoiding my gaze. I said, "What are you doing? Why are you degrading yourself like this?" My sister cried softly. I angrily deleted all the pornographic videos. My sister's soft crying was probably to avoid waking our mother. I closed the door, unsure of what to say, and blurted out, "It's my fault for making you like this. School starts in a few days, so live well and study hard. A pretty and smart girl like you will definitely have a bright future. I'm leaving now and won't bother you anymore." My sister's sobs intensified, and she suddenly blurted out, "Brother, I just want to do something for you. I feel guilty every day because of the bad memories you had last time. I tried to endure it, but it really hurts, and I can't bear it. So, I can only learn this to make you happy. I can already sense that you dislike me, so I don't know what to do. I just want to learn it well as soon as possible to make you happy." After hearing this, I realized I had truly fallen in love with this sister. No desire, no impulse, only overflowing tears. I hugged her, "Enough, enough, you've made me feel ashamed. As long as I have you, that's enough. I didn't want you to get hurt because of me. I love you." An incestuous love began to sprout. I didn't want to clean up this mess, even if the outcome was tragic. I wanted to protect this beautiful beginning. Let the ending be shit. All night, I held my sister tightly, and she didn't want to let go of me either. We didn't kiss, we didn't make any unnecessary physical movements, we simply felt the comfort and satisfaction that the other brought us. To avoid worrying Mom, I called my sister back to her room at six in the morning. Before she left, she gave me a deep kiss, which I bravely accepted. There was no burden, no impropriety; it was simply kissing someone I love. Watching her happily leave the room, I felt so fulfilled. This is love—dangerous love, reckless love, youthful love. For the next few days, my sister and I happily went to amusement parks and many other places. What comforted me most was that holding hands and light kisses replaced sex and desire. Is this me? I know not, but this is me loving my sister. At least for now, love is suppressing my animalistic instincts. Finally, I embarked on my journey back to school. My sister and Mom saw me off with tears in their eyes. My only way of contacting my sister is through QQ. The road ahead is long, and this forbidden love is only just beginning. Thank you everyone for looking forward to the rest…

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