The sins of siblings

A
figure carefully carried a box in his hand, inside which was a cake he had bought for his sister.

Today is my sister's sixteenth birthday, and I want to give her a surprise to make her happy, which is the most important thing in my heart.

The wide robe completely concealed his figure, but his hands, slender and long, with their translucent skin, made anyone who saw them think that they
were carved from fine jade.

He took out the key and pushed open the heavily locked door. Although it was dark, he could still vaguely see a figure lying on the bed. When the image
came into view, his eyes couldn't help but moisten. His sister had been lying in bed for four years.

"Brother, you're back?" The figure on the bed turned to look at the door when he heard it open.

"Yes, that's right." The girl's brother suppressed his heartache, took a deep breath, and continued, "Today is your birthday, so I went and
bought a cake to eat with you."

"Starting today, you're sixteen. You're practically an adult now, so let's celebrate properly." "Brother..." The girl on the bed
burst into tears upon hearing this. She knew their family's situation. Since their parents passed away and she lost her mobility, they had relied on her brother's work for the past four years
. And since her brother heard that her surgery offered a chance to regain some of her abilities, he had been saving money even more diligently. As for the cake, even if it was the cheapest kind, something
an ordinary family could afford often, it was an incredibly precious thing to them.

"I don't really understand these things, but a person only has one sixteenth birthday in their life, because sixteen is considered an adult, so I specially chose
a beautiful big cake." The man was busy putting the box in his hand on the table and did not notice that his sister secretly wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes onto the pillow.

After putting everything away, the man returned to the bedside and hugged his sister, saying, "Brother is going to give my darling sister a good bath now, so we can
have a proper party." "Brother... I..." The girl's face turned bright red, and she couldn't finish a sentence.

"Is there something dirty?" The older brother knew what it was. For the past four years, his sister had always
made this expression whenever she couldn't hold it in and defecated directly in her diaper. He understood that his sister always wanted to wait for him to come home before going to the toilet, but unfortunately, her body wouldn't obey her. She could only control herself to a limited extent, and since she couldn't move,
even though he was a man, he had to help his sister with most of her daily private matters, making him more familiar with her physical condition than she was with herself
.

Gently placing his younger sister back on the bed, he placed his hands on the edges of the diaper that had replaced her underwear, untying it at the seam. A faint odor wafted out. "
Sweetie, brother will clean you up." The man carefully wiped the grime from the girl's thighs and buttocks, finally taking away all the excrement along with the soiled
diaper. Although four years had passed, and the man was her brother, the girl was still so shy that she would keep her eyes tightly shut. Each cleaning
made her feel useless, yet she was also very grateful to him; after all, he was her blood brother. The only thing that made her feel fortunate was that, perhaps due to
poverty and limited food, the smell wasn't too bad. Otherwise, having her loved one inhale so much stench every day before eating would have made her even more uneasy.

"All cleaned up, now it's time to bathe my precious little sister." Having finished cleaning his sister's excrement, the man stretched out his cleansed hands and began
to undress the girl before him. Her slender body was clad in a thin nightgown, revealing her small breasts. The girl's chest was barely visible, her nipples and
areolas barely discernible without close inspection. Her pale skin was a sickly blemish from lack of sunlight. Essentially, the girl's appearance had barely
changed in the past six years, as if she had been magically frozen at the age of twelve. The only thing that had changed was her thigh-length hair.

Unlike her outward appearance, her soul had grown up, knowing what the opposite sex was and what shame was. She allowed her brother to undress her, holding her
in his arms and letting him caress and wipe her body all over.

In those days of losing her parents and being unable to move, only her brother's daily care and selfless devotion gradually brought peace
and tranquility to the girl's heart.

Once, having lost everything, she felt there was no meaning to life, but what she resented most was that fate had even taken away her ability to commit suicide, leaving her only with...

She lay motionless in bed, occasionally turning her head, her hands only strong enough to hold thin books and newspapers. Later, when her family
couldn't even afford her hospital stay, she truly contemplated suicide. But her brother's words gave her the will to live: "You are my sister, and from now on I will take care of you.
So please, live on."

Once, having lost everything, he lacked the courage to live, complaining that fate hadn't taken his life too. A fourteen-year-old boy, still in junior high, faced the stark realities of life
: his parents' funeral expenses, his sister's medical bills, and daily necessities. This forced him, who had been enjoying a carefree youth, to
confront the harsh realities of society. Overwhelmed by the weight of life, he felt suicide would be better.

However, when he saw his sister lying motionless, a thought came to his mind, a thought he would never utter aloud: "I am not
the most miserable one, and my sister can only rely on me, so I must try my best to live on."

He let his sister sit on his lap, supporting her with his left hand on her waist. To save water, the brother and sister bathed together naked. The man
used a towel wrapped in water in his right hand to wipe his sister's body from head to toe repeatedly, while he himself only wiped himself after cleaning her.

"Let me tell you, brother, you always smell so good. Just smelling that scent makes me feel at ease." The girl snuggled against her brother, enjoying
the happiest moment of her day.

"Silly girl, what's so good about your brother?" Hearing his sister's words touched him as the older brother.

"Hehe." The girl, who usually lay alone in bed and only had someone to talk to when her brother came home, wouldn't stop. "Brother's chest
is like a pillow; I feel so comfortable sleeping on it." After saying this, the girl continued to rub her brother's chest vigorously, but she didn't
see her brother's face turn deathly pale in an instant, as if he had heard something he didn't want to hear.

"Brother, today is my birthday," the younger sister said, pressing her face close to his ear. "So I want a present."

Feeling his sister's flushed cheeks and listening to her soft whispers, the man always tried his
best to fulfill his sister's requests, which were as precious as his own life: "Tell me, whatever you want, I'll buy it for you."

"Turn me into a woman, a woman who belongs to my brother." The girl's voice was not loud, but each word was clear and firm.

After saying this, the girl quietly awaited her most important brother's reply. This was her deepest wish, the only gift she could give him
, though she knew he would never agree. Although the accident had immobilized her body in the past, her heart continued to grow, and she knew
what her only family in the world had sacrificed for her. Although every time she realized this and tried to stop him, to tell him to find an easier
job, she was always met with his gentle pat on the head, telling her not to worry.

"Little sister." The man reached out and stroked the girl's head, his eyes fixed on her. "This is something you should do with your lover, not with your brother
."

Although she already knew the answer, tears still fell from the girl's eyes. She knew her brother didn't want to hurt her, but she also knew he didn't want her to be sad
and cry. In the past, no matter what she asked for, as long as she cried, her brother would always do it. This time, she wanted to give her most precious thing to her brother,
the most important person in her life.

He reached out and wiped away the tears from the girl's eyes. As her older brother, he didn't want to see his only sister cry, but this request was really unexpected to him
, and it also touched on the thing he least wanted his sister to know.

After wiping their bodies clean with a large towel, the man carried the girl back to the living room. Once she was dressed, he had her sit on the bed. He then opened
the gift box, placed the cake on the table, and lit the candles, without saying a word.

"Brother." Unable to bear the silence any longer, the girl called out to her only relative, "Are you angry?" "No." The man paused before
continuing, "I just hope you've thought it through. Why not leave your most precious thing to your future husband?" "Because...because I only love you
." The man, back by the bedside, reached out and stroked his sister's head, saying, "You've almost saved enough for your surgery. When you recover, you can go to school..."

"Books, make friends. Wouldn't it be more meaningful to do that when you get married?" "Brother..." Hearing her brother's words, the girl finally couldn't hold back her tears. "
Brother... I only know... in this world... there's only... you... who would be so unconditionally good to me... so... I only love you..." The girl
's confession left her brother speechless for a moment, so he resorted to avoidance. "Don't think so much, let's have a birthday party first." "
Is it good?" As the buyer, he really wanted to know if his sister would like it.

"It's delicious." The girl replied with a smile, the dimples at the corners of her mouth making her look incredibly cute. "But, brother, is it really not okay?"
Her small, weak hands gripped her brother's sleeve tightly. She knew that if he waved it away, she would lose her grip, but the person she loved most had never done that before,
and she believed that this time would be no exception.

Looking into his sister's clear eyes, which held no hesitation whatsoever, he knew there was no escaping this matter. Therefore, he had no choice but to go along with her wishes,
unless he truly wanted to cause her pain and tears.

The man took a pill from his backpack and handed it to his sister along with a water bottle. "Take this first; it's a birth control pill. Even though you haven't had
your first period yet, it's better to be careful." Seeing her brother's actions and words, the girl knew he had agreed to her request. After taking the
pill under his feeding, she was so excited that she overlooked something important: why would her brother carry female birth control pills with him?

After giving his sister the medicine, the man turned around, took out the blue pill he had hidden earlier, and swallowed it. He knew that after a while, his lower body would become erect, and the effect would last until
the medicine wore off.

As the only person in the house who could move freely, the man naturally had to take responsibility for cleaning up all the trash and tidying up. When he returned to the bedside, he saw
his sister's face flushed with anticipation.

He gently stroked his sister's long hair, the silky touch intoxicating him. "You don't have to now." "Brother, come, let me be your woman
." With that, she closed her eyes, waiting for the person she loved most to take away her most precious possession.

Facing his younger sister on the bed, the man leaned over and began kissing her cheek. He unbuttoned her nightgown, revealing her slightly rounded breasts
. The tiny nipples, like grains of rice, seemed to blend seamlessly with the peaks of her breasts, almost indistinguishable unless one looked closely. His hands rested
on the girl's breasts, kneading her small, delicate flesh, occasionally tracing the nipples with his fingertips, giving her a stimulation she had never experienced before.

The elder brother's lips covered the girl's cherry lips; this was the girl's first kiss, and she gave it to her brother. Under the man's guidance,
the girl began to respond with her clumsy technique, and sweet saliva exchanged between their tongues.

After a long while, a thin silver thread connected the two's lips. The pleasure of their tongues intertwining had completely intoxicated the girl who had no experience with this.
But she didn't realize why her brother, who didn't have a girlfriend, was so skilled at this.

"It's not too late for you to back out now." Sensing his sister's trembling body, the man immediately said to her, secretly hoping she
would change her mind.

There was no answer; the girl's eyes remained tightly closed, but she struggled to raise her hands, intending to embrace her brother, the first
person to enter her body, the love of her life. She responded with her actions, expressing her feelings.

The man sensed her intention and naturally leaned down to let her embrace him, while simultaneously wrapping his arms around her from behind, kissing his sister once more. Understanding
his sister's resolve, he decided to leave her with the most beautiful memory, to make her happy. To him, his sister's happiness was everything;
even if he were to leave this world before her, he would arrange everything for her so she could live a carefree life.

The guilt of incest continued to fester in the man's heart. Nourished by his actions towards his closest relatives, it grew relentlessly amidst the moans of the young girl. Sexual stimulation
brought unspeakable pleasure to his body, but the more he continued his immoral behavior, the more uneasy he felt. The only motivation that kept him going was
the wish of his beloved younger sister.

Unlike her brother who was pressing down on her, the girl, completely unfamiliar with everything, was relaxing and experiencing her first time. The girl harbored absolute...

He trusted and loved her, and it was this simple longing that allowed her to quickly experience sexual pleasure under his guidance. Clear
spring water gushed from her fair, moist vulva; her tender body, teased by her beloved, flushed pink.

"Ugh..." A meaningless sound came from the girl's throat.

As the man's movements became more vigorous, the crevice, like a spring turning into a hot spring, continuously flowed honey-like fluid, wetting the part where the two were joined.
Meanwhile, the man's lower body gradually became engorged with blood, hardening and erect, pressing against the girl's lower abdomen.

The hard protrusion aroused the girl's curiosity. Her brother's usually limp member was now burning hot;
the heat was palpable even to the touch. "Brother, let me see your penis, okay?" The girl couldn't suppress her curiosity any longer; she wanted to see what the legendary engorged,
erect penis looked like.

"You..." This request immediately made the man feel extremely embarrassed. For most couples preparing for intercourse, it would be an ordinary request
, but the person pinned beneath him was his beloved sister, and his current arousal was entirely due to drugs; if too much time passed, it would naturally
soften. However, the moment he met his sister's expectant gaze, he gave in.

He slowly propped himself up, his dark red penis standing upright at an angle towards the sky, his posture as straight as a soldier facing an officer,
unmoving as a mountain.

"Hehe." The girl couldn't help but laugh when she saw it, and even reached out her finger to touch the red tip of the rod.

"It's like a little turtle, soft to the touch yet firm, and incredibly warm, completely different from usual." The man took the girl's hand and
kissed her delicate fingertips. "It's about to begin." "Brother, come, possess me." Releasing his sister's jade-like hand, the man shifted his focus
to her...jade gate. Her undeveloped lower body, like a door crafted from fine jade, was tightly closed, only a sliver visible from the outside. At this moment, this
never-before-opened gate awaited the arrival of her beloved, the honeyed fluid flowing from its depths like a welcoming carpet, fully demonstrating the host's
sincerity.

The man placed two fingers on either side of the jade gate, and with just a little force, he opened the gate.

Inside the door was her pink vulva, completely hidden from the outside, only the sweet juices flowing from it were visible.
Above that beautiful cavern was a small protrusion, the most sensitive bud of the young girl.

The man leaned down and approached the girl's lower body, kissing her again, but this time he kissed his sister's fleshy lips. The man curled his tongue and slowly inserted it
into that beautiful cave, continuously sucking the nectar of his beloved.

Under unprecedented stimulation, the girl instinctively contracted the muscles of her lower body, her tender flesh pressing tightly against her brother's tongue. Noticing his sister's
tension, the brother also withdrew his tongue, though only briefly, a thin strand of saliva connecting the tip of his tongue to her alluring honeyed opening.

"Relax." The man reached out and stroked the other's head, captivated by the soft, smooth hair.

"Come in, brother." "It'll hurt a little." The man's fingers, which had been resting on his sister's vulva, slowly parted, revealing the tiny opening. The vulva
opened and closed slightly with the trembling of his sister's body, as if she were calling out. The man placed his erect penis on that small opening, using
the honey-like fluid flowing from it as lubricant, and slowly but surely pushed forward.

The fully erect mushroom was far too large for the unexplored virgin cave, but with the help of the honeyed fluid, it entered smoothly.
The throbbing pain of the stretched passage caused the girl's body unprecedented agony. But being able to unite with her beloved brother made her feel as if she were floating on
clouds; the physical pain paled in comparison to the pleasure in her heart.

In stark contrast to her brother's feelings, the girl beneath him calling him "brother" repeatedly felt like knives stabbing into his heart,
cutting him to pieces, but he absolutely could not show it.

At this moment, with the constant thrusting, he felt immense stimulation from the erect penis. The soft vaginal walls, the opening tightly gripping the shaft, and
the nectar constantly flowing from the clitoris were slowly awakening the long-dormant pleasure—a craving for the female body. But for the man, each time his body felt…

When one experiences joy and pleasure, one's heart is filled with even greater sorrow and pain.

In the dim light, two bodies on the bed were intertwined. Although the upper body could not be fully seen, the firm breasts were still vaguely visible, and
a pair of bowl-shaped breasts swayed with her movements, showing waves of flesh. Her slender waist was not rough at all, but
rather made people want to reach out and hug her.

Next, after a fierce thrust, their groins pressed tightly together. The older brother reached the pinnacle of pleasure, his
penis, deeply inserted into his sister's body, beginning to ejaculate within his beloved. And he, having received his sister's essence, also reached the highest bliss. In her heart, the girl deeply
wished that her brother could leave his current job and walk alongside her on life's journey.

A year later, after a grueling surgery and a long recovery process, the girl was able to move freely again. Moreover, because
she spent most of her time recuperating at home reading, she was able to quickly catch up with her studies after returning to school. Most importantly for the girl,
her brother finally quit his job and began looking for a new one.

Although her brother always wore loose robes to conceal his figure, and his physical condition limited his job options,
he was always the most important person in the girl's heart. He helped her when she needed him most, gave her the courage to live, and gave her so much… One day, while she
was studying, she suddenly felt something strange in her lower body; that long-lost sensation of a foreign object returned to her crotch. In an instant, her face turned
pale, and her brother, noticing her distress, rushed over. However, when she stood up and looked down, she only saw specks of blood seeping from her pants
. Seeing this, her brother quietly told her that this must be her first period, proof that her body was beginning to mature.

Everything seemed to have been lifted from the dark clouds that had been hanging over them, allowing the plants to receive sunlight and grow rapidly and vigorously. And
after her first period, the girl's body seemed to be making up for all the growth she had missed over the years. In just over six months, although her height hadn't yet reached
the standard for a seventeen-year-old, she was no longer as short as before, and her skin was soft and radiant.

Another year has passed, and it's time for the girl's birthday once again. To celebrate turning eighteen, she dresses up specially, wanting to dedicate this day entirely to her brother
and share that happy time with him once more.

"Brother, hold me." The girl, still awake that evening, made her request to her brother once more. "Today I'm eighteen, so I want you to hold me." Past
experiences made the brother understand the meaning behind his sister's words, but he still sat beside her, reached out his hand, and embraced his beloved sister. However,
he had no lustful intentions; he was simply giving his sister a hug. Because of long-term medication that altered his constitution, although he had stopped taking it,
the changes hadn't disappeared. He still possessed male function, but he didn't react naturally to a woman's body. This, however, reassured him,
because he could love his sister purely as a family, without worrying about assaulting his increasingly beautiful sister.

A simple hug is not enough for the girl; she craves her lover's complete assault, to leave his marks on her body, and finally, to hold her brother tightly
and enjoy that ultimate pleasure together.

Knowing his own physical condition, the brother gently pushed the girl onto the bed. His soft, vibrant lips, just like in the old days, pressed down to kiss his sister's neck, while his nimble
hands slipped inside her clothes, grasping her breasts through her bra. The only thing the girl had been slightly dissatisfied with over the past two years was her own breasts; they were still only small
and round, and sometimes she even felt that her brother's were bigger and rounder than hers.

The girl's greatest wish was that her body could attract her brother, allowing him to forget his unfortunate past and rebuild a happy and
joyful life with her. Finally, she had a slight hope that she could conceive her brother's child and become his wife.

Intentionally or unintentionally, the girl kept rubbing her buttocks against her brother's crotch, trying to arouse her beloved brother's desire, but she couldn't elicit
the response she hoped for. Seeing the disappointment on her face, the man subconsciously reached down to his sister's crotch and began to caress her vulva
.

The girl's hair was more abundant than it had been two years ago, but it was still smooth and silky, unlike the coarse and stiff hair of most people.

The elder brother's jade-like fingers gently tapped on the increasingly mature doorway, then pressed the doorbell lightly. The melodious ring
signaled to the homeowner that a guest had arrived.

"Brother..." The girl uttered simple, direct words, just two words, yet they contained countless meanings. And what responded to her desire was the man's
index finger inserted into her tender opening. The finger moved rapidly in and out of the moist cavern, while simultaneously the thumb pressed on the sensitive bud, providing direct
stimulation.

Noticing the girl's breathing quicken, the man slowed his finger movements, gently pulling it out completely before slowly inserting it again. After
a while, allowing the girl to readjust, he withdrew once more and then inserted his index and middle fingers together. The foreign object inside her doubled in thickness, causing the girl
some immediate discomfort, but the feeling of fullness, and the thought that it was her brother inside her, filled her with an indescribable happiness. Psychology
influenced physiology; under her brother's rubbing and inserting fingers, in a burst of intense pleasure, the girl felt as if she were floating on clouds, reaching her first orgasm as an adult, and
fell asleep enveloped in joy and happiness.

"I...I'm such a terrible brother." Looking at his hands, stained with his sister's honeyed fluid, he felt immense guilt. He should have stayed
by her side to protect her, and he had already decided to leave after she recovered. But he had lingered, clinging to the precious moments he could spend with her
. Now, however, he made up his mind to leave her, so she could start anew.

Moreover, he had developed multiple health problems, and the side effects of the medication were becoming increasingly apparent. He felt as if he could already hear the countdown to his death. His
last hope was to die somewhere his sister couldn't see him, so that she would only remember him as a good brother.

When the girl woke up, she found only a note and a bankbook on the table; her beloved brother was gone.

"Don't look for me." The note contained only four simple words, but they felt like a bomb had been thrown into the girl's mind, instantly robbing her of all ability to think.

When she came to her senses, she was already in the street, frantically searching everywhere. She would run up to every person wearing a robe to confirm
if they were her brother. That birthday, which should have been the happiest day, the day she officially became an adult, became the day the girl least wanted to remember.

The streets were always quite hot at midday, making people reluctant to walk in the sun. However, the girl, whose heart was only for her brother, completely ignored the heat
, running tirelessly down the street, hoping to find her beloved. Suddenly, she saw a slender figure across the street. The
silhouette beneath the long robe was exactly the same as the image deeply imprinted in her mind. The person turned and left immediately upon seeing her, which only spurred the girl to rush towards them without hesitation.

A harsh screech of brakes followed, the sound of wheels screeching against the asphalt. A small, delicate figure was thrown from the car.
But to the astonishment of all passersby, the girl seemed oblivious to the pain. Despite her severe injuries, she attempted to crawl across the road, and
suddenly a figure emerged from the crowd and ran towards her.

But a police-chasing car ignored traffic rules and drove past, knocking down the person in the robe and dragging him under the car, leaving a bloody
trail.

【over】

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