Little Sister - Incest Novel

The younger sister's burning desire seemed to take flight like wings in the sky above Zeng Liangsheng's innocent, melodious voice. Her fingers were scratching her groin, from which a warm current rushed through her blood to her head. His face was flushed. "Auntie, I'm so hot, so burning..." Zeng Liangsheng groaned, feeling his heart pounding so fast it felt like it was about to burst out of his chest. The fragrance of pollen wafting around his nose further stimulated his erect penis. She grasped his penis. "Hot? It won't be hot if you put it in... Good little brother, call me sister..." Feng Peipei's voice became languid, soft and fragmented, seeping from the depths of her pubic hair. "Ah..." Zeng Liangsheng collapsed onto the sofa, his penis standing erect like a pillar, swollen to its limit. Her fingers tickled him! Her hands were so soft and supple! He had masturbated many times, but nothing felt as good as the comfort of her delicate hands. Before him lay vibrant red lava, erupting from the solar furnace, engulfing his erotic world. Feng Peipei sat down, and suddenly cried out. She was somewhat astonished by his enormous size, far exceeding his actual age. Although her vulva was dripping wet, part of his penis was still stuck outside, unable to penetrate her. Accompanying her was Zeng Liangsheng's painful groan, a sound of his penis piercing through the flesh, like cracking in a bonfire of amber, a trickle of blood seeping from the urethral opening, he was bleeding like a virgin. In that instant, Zeng Liangsheng, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, suddenly sat up, his mouth catching Feng Peipei's lips, his tongue tracing a delicate, moist shape. Their tongues intertwined, saliva flowing freely, oblivious to the world around them. Feng Peipei happily accepted his sudden enlightenment; this naive boy actually knew to lift his buttocks to match her movements. She held onto the back of the sofa with one hand and pressed his head with the other, waves of pleasure surging through her vagina. Adultery was pleasurable, especially with such a handsome young man. The thought of his virgin semen entering her body brought an indescribable joy. She remembered her first time, taken by a decrepit old man from the next street. She received a candied hawthorn, while the old man paid the price with a seven-year prison sentence. That year, Feng Peipei was thirteen. Perhaps it was because of her early deflowering that her understanding of sex between men and women transitioned from ignorance to maturity in an instant. Wang was the seventh man in her life. During this time, she had sexual relations with her two older brothers, the old Huang father and son from next door, and her first love. From initial fear and dread to later enjoyment, she didn't know when this heavy, decadent release on the road to death would end. It all seemed unreal. Was I dreaming? Zeng Liangsheng repeated the same movements in a daze, supporting her snow-white, plump buttocks as he rose and fell, feeling the flesh pressing against his fullness, perfectly fitting him without any gap. Feng Peipei's descent was beautiful, first slow, like a sorrowful song, then swift, like a sudden storm. He closed his eyes, his mind filled with images of fallen petals drifting along the riverbank in Yongfeng Park, and on the other side, snowflakes scattering. In his illusion, this graceful figure transformed into an incomparably beautiful woman, with a delicate nose, cherry lips, and beautiful, ever-changing eyes—it was his mother's passionate release. His mother's unique trembling voice stirred the stars in his heart, causing his swollen erection to throb between those two pink petals, the turbulent flow seeping through the cracks, mingling with his mother's weeping, powerfully shaking his still-young soul. He buried his head in the deep cleavage of her full breasts, the rich scent stimulating the fish in his groin like lightning, like thunder, striking her in the dark forest. Glistening, sticky white fluid flowed like a fan of love, spreading out, one side bright as a new moon, the other crimson as the rising sun. Feng Peipei's face was flushed, her vulva already overflowing like a swamp. The last trace of guilt and unease in her chest vanished in this unprecedented pleasure, every pore of her body radiating boundless joy and perfection. The young man's passion seemed inexhaustible; beads of sweat covered his brow, his handsome face filled with ecstasy. His movements, no longer clumsy and direct, slowly became graceful, the up-and-down thrusts flowing like water, their union as skilled as a couple married for many years. She had a strong feeling that a pink and crimson flower was blooming in this world of sex, slowly enveloping them, the bud extending its soft, supple pistil, deeply invading their bodies and minds in the throes of pleasure. There were no more moral barriers, no more defenses of conscience. In truth, they were like the pair of silver larks outside the window, soaring through the lush green fields. Whether you gazed at the tiny pink daisies between her legs or the striking brown pine tree between his, the space between them, that flowing, milky white, subtly fragrant expanse—everything was so beautiful. The weather was fine and sunny. Soon, he began to convulse. ****************************************** Zeng Liangsheng dragged his weary steps home. He left Wang Ze's house in a hurry, and the last glance he took was shocking—Feng Peipei lay limply on the sofa, a vast expanse of white between her spread legs, resembling unmelted frost or scattered icicles. Ah, this was a spring leaf, its dense, cloud-like foliage shaking; perhaps it would be a long time before we could appreciate this vibrant green. The wind along the path was vibrant and deep green, the air filled with the delicate fragrance of wildflowers, and the easily accessible shades of red, pale yellow, deep blue, and tender green—yet nonetheless pale in comparison to the glistening moisture on her crotch. “Zeng Liangsheng, where have you been?” Hearing this crisp voice for the first time, Zeng Liangsheng was startled. He turned around and saw a short-haired girl standing gracefully at the edge of a rapeseed field, a babbling brook flowing past behind her. She was like the unassuming chinaberry tree standing to his left, its crown yet to burst into green, its branches laden with hard, sturdy yellow seeds. “Xi Mei, what are you doing here? I went to Teacher Wang’s house.” Liu Xi Mei was his classmate, whose family was even poorer than his. Recently, her father seemed to want her to drop out of school, saying that even if she passed the entrance exam, they couldn’t afford it anyway, so she might as well help with chores to supplement the family income. In fact, many people knew that her father disliked that Xi Mei was a girl, believing she would eventually become a burden. "I...I'm going to pick some vegetables from the garden. You...you, is Teacher Wang tutoring you?" Liu Xi Mei's eyes were full of envy. In her class, everyone knew that Zeng Liang Sheng was the teacher's favorite—a good student and beautiful. Zeng Liang Sheng approached her and saw her hand fiddling with the hem of her clothes, a thin strand of black hair cascading over her forehead, highlighting her fair and delicate face. Nature is truly fair, giving this poor person a natural beauty that many wealthy people lack. It was like clouds drifting from the azure sky, bright and sunny—the kind of beauty that wealthy city ladies dream of. His thrilling sexual encounter with Feng Pei Pei had completely changed Zeng Liang Sheng's perspective on women. He seemed to have grown up suddenly, understanding how to appreciate women. How come he hadn't noticed before how beautiful Liu Xi Mei was? “No, Teacher Wang said he'd give me some review materials. Here, do you want to take a look?” Zeng Liangsheng waved the yellowed books in his hand. “Great, really? Can I take them home to read?” Liu Ximei looked at the books in his hand with delight, her eyes full of envy. “Of course, but there are conditions.” Seeing her so enthusiastic, Zeng Liangsheng couldn't help but have a wicked thought, wanting to see if the dampness under her clothes was as wanton as Feng Peipei’s. “What conditions? As long as I can do it, I'll definitely give them to you.” Liu Ximei was overjoyed, completely unaware of his wicked intentions. “Really, don't be angry with me, otherwise I won't say anything.” Zeng Liangsheng’s eyes gleamed with wickedness, a fire burning within him, urging him to move closer to her. Liu Ximei was a little surprised and took a step back. “Why would I be angry? Tell me quickly, what do you want me to do?” “Let me kiss you, and I'll give them to you.” Zeng Liangsheng said softly, taking a step forward, his lips almost touching her face. Liu Ximei's face instantly flushed crimson, like a ripe persimmon. She took another step back, leaning against the chinaberry tree, and angrily cursed, "Zeng Liangsheng, you're bullying me! What kind of person do you take me for? I never imagined... I never imagined you... you'd be this kind of person..." She had originally liked Zeng Liangsheng quite a bit, but seeing his shamelessness today, she was deeply disappointed. Heartbroken and angry, tears streamed down her face. Seeing her distressed state, Zeng Liangsheng secretly regretted his abrupt and rude behavior. He immediately stopped his frivolous manner and apologized, "I'm sorry, Ximei, I... I was just joking, don't take it seriously. You... you said you wouldn't be angry with me." Seeing Zeng Liangsheng's remorse through her tearful eyes, Liu Ximei felt relieved. "You... you mustn't humiliate people like that again! I... although I'm poor, I'm not the kind of person who lets others bully me..."She paused, then choked back tears, saying, "This chinaberry tree behind me was planted by my mother. From its sprouting to maturity, it has to survive three near-death experiences and be cut down within three years, otherwise it will be eaten away by insects. That's why the chinaberry tree is also called the 'bitter-fate tree.' My mother said that even though we may be poor, our spirits should not be poor. We should live like it, strong, resolute, and indomitable. Zeng Liangsheng, I used to think highly of you. You... you mustn't disappoint me." Looking at Liu Ximei's indignant expression, Zeng Liangsheng felt a pang of shame. He shook his head and said, "Ximei, please don't say anymore. I'm so ashamed. How about this, I'll let you look at my English and math materials first. I'll take my Chinese and chemistry materials home, and we can exchange them after we've finished reading them, okay?" He sincerely held Liu Ximei's hand, gently shaking it a few times, feeling her palm was damp and cold. Liu Ximei hummed in agreement. "Okay, thank you. It's getting late. Would you like to come to my house for dinner?" Her expression softened, her eyes showing both joy and gratitude. After all, he had been kind to her. "No, my mother is waiting for me. Ximei, you can come to my house when you have time. I have some books there; you can take a look." Zeng Liangsheng wasn't inherently frivolous. His earlier behavior was simply because his wicked side had been stirred up. Liu Ximei's righteous words had been like a bucket of cold water, sobering him up considerably. "Okay, you can go now. I have things to do." Suddenly, Liu Ximei remembered something, blushed, gently pulled her hand away from his, and hurriedly turned and ran. Zeng Liangsheng watched her run gracefully with her textbooks tucked under her arm, and he was captivated. ****************** The night fog in the countryside, light and thin at first, rises gently in the golden light combed by the half-moon, like the soft breathing of a mother in deep sleep, so gentle and tranquil, its fragrance lingering among the roadside metasequoia, poplar, and locust trees, and the network of rivers and paths deep in the fields. Zeng Liangsheng walked briskly, quickly passing through the alley and returning home. The door was ajar, and Zeng Liangsheng pushed it open. His mother was sitting in a chair with her back to the door, holding a needle and thread, working. In the soft lamplight, the white thread was dampened; his mother twisted it finely, threaded it through the dimly gleaming eye of the needle, and with a gentle pull, pulled it out. These strands, carrying a long, delicate tenderness, also brought back Zeng Liangsheng's long childhood memories, and the childlike feelings surging in his heart. "Mom, I'm home," Zeng Liangsheng called softly to his mother. To supplement the family income, Mulan found a job at a civil affairs clothing factory, taking on needlework at home. She started by sewing scraps of fabric into slings, then attached them to the edges of a blanket. "Yes, you're back. The food is on the table; I just heated it up. Go eat quickly." Mulan didn't turn around. Her hands were skilled, her attention focused on the pattern drawn on the paper, afraid of making a mistake. "Has Grandpa finished eating?" Zeng Liangsheng didn't see his grandfather. He filled two bowls with rice; his mother always waited to eat with him—a habit formed over many years. Mulan stood up and carefully folded the blanket. "Finally finished. Your grandfather went out shopping, saying he was bored at home." Actually, she was lying. Zeng Wazi had stormed out after arguing with her. The cause was that Zeng Wazi wanted Mulan to have less contact with that teacher Wang Ze, saying the boy had ulterior motives. Mulan, however, coldly remarked that the person with ill intentions was probably someone else, and her father-in-law knew perfectly well. Zeng Wazi was furious and insisted that Mulan name the culprit. Although he felt guilty, he was, after all, Mulan's father-in-law, and in their hometown, that was an authority that absolutely could not be challenged. Who knew that since Mulan had come to town with her husband, she had become so arrogant, completely disregarding him as her father-in-law. Mulan chuckled, "Father-in-law, let's all keep it to ourselves. Actually, you're feeling better now, you can go back to the countryside, right? Mother-in-law is getting old and her health isn't good either." She thought that since things had come to this, it was better to just let them go, to avoid them constantly bothering her. Zeng Wazi was so angry he trembled, almost fainting. He pointed at Mulan and said "okay, okay" a few times, then couldn't say anything more. He turned around, slammed the door, and ran out. Mulan looked at him contemptuously, ignoring him, thinking that the old man couldn't have run far and would definitely slink back in a bit.

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