I'm sorry, sister.

My
older sister lives near my middle school, so I always eat lunch at her house after school. She's ten years older than me and married, but she's petite and
looks like a college student even after having children. Her husband is tall, handsome, and dashing; they're a truly enviable couple. However, my sister has a strong personality, so they
often argue.

September 16th was my sister's birthday. It was a sunny day, and at noon I excitedly arrived at her house with the birthday present I'd prepared.
I went in without any trouble, finding my sister taking a shower; her husband wouldn't be back for a while. After greeting my sister, I watched TV by myself.

The bathroom door has always been broken and won't close, but I never paid attention to it before. However, today I was sitting in a spot where I could see right inside. This was terrible! I saw
my sister! How could I allow this? I kept telling myself I couldn't look, but even though I was staring at the TV, I couldn't concentrate. Every drop of water in the bathroom gripped
my heart.

Finally, my eyes involuntarily and cautiously glanced over, and the scene in the bathroom utterly astonished me.

My sister's back was facing me, allowing me to admire her without restraint. Her slender, snow-white neck flowed gracefully down to her full, rounded shoulders. Her back was full
yet not excessive; her willow-like waist, inherited from my mother, was so delicate it could be encircled by a single hand. A deep groove ran down her spine, nestled between her dazzlingly white, full buttocks. I was completely lost in this
beautiful sight. With each movement of my sister's body, I could almost see her full breasts; the occasional glimpse of red made my heart itch, and I cautiously leaned forward
to chase after them.

Just then, that infinitely alluring body turned completely around, and my eyes widened in disbelief. What a masterpiece! Two still-firm
breasts swayed naturally with her body, her flat stomach without an ounce of fat, and below that flatness was a mysterious protrusion, covered in lush, dark, glossy pubic hair…
Just as I was completely captivated, I heard a soft "Ah!" and a delicate white hand covered it. I quickly looked away from the television, but
it was no use; my bulging pants said it all. I was utterly mortified… I imagine my face must have blushed crimson. But time ticked by
, and my sister said nothing. I don't know how long I endured this awkward silence, but finally, my brother-in-law returned.

Every minute at the meal felt like an eternity. I ate absentmindedly, offering only half-hearted replies.

After some time, I suddenly realized they were arguing, apparently about buying a house. My brother-in-law stormed out in a fit of anger, leaving my sister alone, crying
. Seeing her cry made me uncomfortable; I just wanted to comfort her, but I couldn't find the words. After a while, my sister stopped crying and seemed to have forgotten what had happened
. She asked me to have a drink with her.

Watching her finish her red wine and then switch to white wine, I couldn't bear it, but I couldn't stop her no matter what I did. Eventually, she passed out on the sofa. I wanted to wake her up and tell her to
go to bed, but unexpectedly, a snow-white breast slipped out of her pajamas, right there facing me.

The feeling of touching her was amazing! I temporarily suppressed my shame, gently kneading her breast, involuntarily closing my eyes, my lower body quickly
swelling. My other hand touched her soft buttocks, gradually increasing the pressure unconsciously… After a while, my sister's breathing became heavier, her face
flushed, and with the added effect of the alcohol, she was incredibly alluring, making me drool. Afraid of waking her, I wanted to stop, but an enticing scent wafted into my nose;
I knew it was coming from her genitals, and I completely lost my senses.

A moment later, a sensual body lay before me. I was already naked. I impatiently pressed myself against her, about to indulge my lust
, when my sister's six-month-old daughter started crying. A thunderbolt struck my head—wasn't this incest?

Just as I was about to get up, my sleeping sister hugged me, murmuring her husband's name. Her languid, submissive face made me hesitate for a moment.
Then, she suddenly rolled over, pinning me to the ground, and expertly inserted my penis into her vagina, beginning a violent, rhythmic thrusting motion
. I had never seen my sister so wild. Feeling the warmth of her vagina, I was overwhelmed by blissful, twisted stimulation… With a loud cry,
my sister fell asleep again. I didn't dare linger and quickly cleaned up the scene.

Since then, everything has been as if nothing happened, except that sometimes my sister looks at me with a different kind of gaze, and I really don't know if she knows anything about it.

My room doesn't have air conditioning. The more I look at it, the more agitated I become. The image of my homeroom teacher's crooked, bald head keeps popping into my mind.

Damn it. My parents are teachers.

So I've seen all kinds of teachers. The teacher I hate the most is one who lacks knowledge and loves to boast.

He also likes to force people to listen to him. And he's ugly.

And he's bald! But there really are teachers like that in the world. And what's truly outrageous is that he has it all.

The worst part is that this bastard is my homeroom teacher!

I really admire those awful parents. Having a son like that is a disservice to children. If it were me, I would have shoved a whole steamed cake into
his mouth the day he was born.

To avoid being scorned by his students later. "XX, if your final exam score is below 85, I'll fail all your major subjects."

I'm not planning to save your parents the 6,000 yuan summer study fee. Anyway, you haven't contributed anything to the school, damn it. You dare say such nonsense to me?

If it weren't for the circumstances, I would have smashed as many of the men around me as possible. I would have smashed that empty, bald head of his until it was completely destroyed. But I'm not like him.

I have a bright future ahead of me. I don't want to go to jail for something so trivial.

Left with no other choice, I obediently began studying. Finally, after reading a paragraph, I looked up and saw it was past two o'clock. Sigh. I went to the living room and saw it was pitch black. I couldn't see my hand in front of my
face.

Feeling a bit bored, I turned on the light. I wanted to watch some TV (like most small families, we only have one). As soon as I turned on the light, I saw my older sister sleeping on the sofa
. Feeling a little drowsy, I glanced at her; my breathing must have stopped for a moment. My sister was only wearing a tank top and her old middle school athletic shorts.

Her ample breasts were almost spilling out. Those large, enormous breasts rose and fell gently with her breathing. Perhaps it was too hot at home, for a layer of fragrant sweat glistened on her body
.

Her wet undergarments accentuated her adorable little nipples, making me blush and my heart race. My gaze shifted downwards.

My sister's pants were pulled up to her thighs, clearly visible, due to her sleeping posture. My gaze, however, was deeply drawn to her shapely legs.

Those were such flawless, white jade feet. Every part of them could kill any man who saw them.

My older sister isn't considered exceptionally beautiful. However, there's a natural childlike innocence hidden within her features.

So even though she's already 20 this year, most people probably think she's younger than me. But she has a very easygoing personality. Although she's a bit rough around
the edges, I prefer to see it as naivety.

A kind of innocence I'd long forgotten. So being around her is truly comfortable. She doesn't try
too hard to dress up. Her clothes might not be as trendy as some people on the street, but she just has a certain charm.

And... no matter what she wears... her petite yet shapely figure... is the envy of many girls her age. I don't
know much about bra sizes, but I overheard her talking to my mother. She says it's 83. Uh... think about it... she's under 165cm... 83
... I think calling her busty wouldn't be an exaggeration. And it's really... really perky... kind of like a small watermelon. Round and firm.

No matter how much I dress her up, I occasionally accompany her shopping.

I often see quite a few guys staring at her chest.

However, since she rarely wears shorts, this was the first time I'd seen her legs so openly and without any embellishment. It was my first time seeing them like this…
but the curves of her legs are truly amazing. Perhaps it's because she enjoys swimming. Her legs are definitely on par with any celebrity legs I've ever seen.

Faced with this scene, I swallowed hard. And let me ask you, fellow readers: I am a normal male.

What would I do? And then I found out.

I'm kneeling beside the sofa, staring intently at her with my eyes. My own sister, watching her peaceful sleeping face.

I couldn't resist gently placing my hand on her breast. I still remember the feel of it. So soft and cottony. And what surprised me even more was...

I could actually feel her nipples. Although my animalistic instincts made me want to fondle her breasts properly.

But my hands just wouldn't cooperate and kept trembling.

Sigh... this is what they mean by being bold in lust but afraid of being bitten by a dog. I kept reminding myself of the consequences if she woke up. Besides, I'm not breaking the law no matter who I sleep with.

I absolutely cannot touch this beautiful woman in front of me. But if desire were so easy to suppress, where would rapists be in the world?

So even though my other hand was still trembling, I gently placed it on my sister's vulva. But then my sister felt a throbbing
sensation.

My heart felt like it was being clamped by a tiger. I immediately pulled my hand back. Not long after, my sister opened her eyes.

My mind was filled with images of my father tearing me apart and throwing me in the trash. "Hello. What time is it?"

I was stunned… “Three o’clock…” My mind raced, thinking, “Didn’t she notice?” “Great!” As she closed her eyes, I scrambled to my feet and
fled to my room. My mind raced, whimpering… whimpering… Once is enough for this kind of thing. But my sister’s beautiful body
left an indelible impression on me.

The next morning. (It's morning, but I hadn't slept at all.) I heard my sister getting up.

I tried my best to act as if nothing had happened as I walked out of the room.

My sister was a little surprised to see me up so early. "It's only six o'clock," she said with her usual smile. "What do you want for breakfast? I
don't have class today."

"Then you don't need to go outside to buy it." Looking at her as usual, and with her usual concern for me, even though I fully understood that it was just a purely sibling-like affection, I
felt a mix of emotions.

I was both pleased that she hadn't discovered my inappropriate behavior and ashamed of myself for being such a beast, harboring disrespectful thoughts towards her. But looking at her innocent
face, I suddenly realized my gaze was fixed on her chest. Then I understood that my lust hadn't vanished because of shame; instead, it burned
even more fiercely.

Luckily, I'm much taller than her. I usually have to look down at her. So when I glanced at her face or chest, she didn't notice anything unusual.

How could she know the enormous changes that were taking place in her brother's heart at that moment?

After eating the dry noodles she made… (They were so delicious! Sometimes when her classmates come over and eat my sister's cooking, they all unanimously praise how virtuous she is!) I
went to school to sleep. Hey, everyone. I had to beg and plead, but I stayed up all night. It's impossible for me not to want to sleep.

I was woken up by a blinding light not long after I fell asleep.

Looking up, I saw it was our class teacher again. The bright light was actually a reflection from his bald head. "Shen Yongji (pseudonym, of course, a pseudonym), you haven't handed in your homework."

He even slept in class. So what are you going to do to stop me from being your student? And your parents are teachers, for goodness' sake. (As an aside, this pimp was my parents' classmate at the teachers' college.)

However, both my parents graduated in the top ten of the entire school. This guy, on the other hand, had to stay in school late and delay graduation. He's so stupid his ancestors should be ashamed of him, right?) I said in a
very dismissive tone (plus my sleepy expression. My classmate later told me how disdainful I was): "I heard I only need an 85 on the final exam, right
? Since that's the case, why are you bothering me? It's none of your business." (All the people in the class who did well on the exams studied on their own and received extra tutoring.)

If I had to say what benefit this bald guy could offer us, it would be to temper our character and patience. (So we
wouldn't have to gang up on him.) Seeing his surprised and angry expression, I finally realized something. I'm usually quite low-key in class. This seems to be the first time I've openly challenged him like this. He must feel quite uncomfortable.
(Although quite a few people want to challenge him, everyone has some self-respect and no interest in wasting time with a turtle.) He pointed with trembling hands and
yelled, "Solve the example problem on the blackboard right now!! If you can't solve it, you can go sleep in the instructor's office!!" As fate would have it, I
had just finished working on his example problem last night. And I solved it perfectly. Looking at his distorted features, suddenly…

I think I understand what "indecent" means. "Next time, if you don't know how, you can ask me to teach you. Until then, don't disturb my sleep." (
A super skill I saw online.)

I never imagined I'd be of any use. Suddenly, thunderous applause erupted in the class. It gave me the greatest encouragement for my righteous act of ridding the people of this scourge. That stinky turtle.

I grabbed my textbook and hurriedly left the classroom. Coincidentally, the bell rang just then. After this incident…

My classmates called me a "hero." But in the end, I was just sleep-deprived.

But actually, I'm quite happy. Because people in my class started to approach me more actively. I gained a lot of unexpected "brothers," and most importantly...

He's a guy everyone calls "h".

Although we've been in the same class for a year, we're not actually that close. Partly because he's very low-key and rarely comes to school.

He consistently missed over a hundred classes each time. Yet, he never got expelled or placed on probation. I'll explain that later.

So why do we call him H? Because once in class, everyone was talking about Aruba. Since he rarely showed up, we naturally labeled him as H.

He lifted himself up and everyone cheered him on. His backpack contents were scattered all over us. But as soon as his backpack fell, we all stopped what we were doing.

Because the floor was covered in pornographic films. And there were all kinds of films. There were so many that each of us in the class could have one. H smiled sheepishly.

They didn't seem to care about what had just happened to Aruba. But we were completely dumbfounded. From that day on...

Whenever he arrives at school (though not very often), his classmates rob him of all his pornographic films.

He always watched with a smile as the group of people scrambled for those movies. And he never asked us for money.

He always seemed to have an endless supply of pornographic films to shoot. Because he added a lot of "yellow" (erotic) content to the otherwise dull lives of us guys.

So we all respectfully call him hgod, but he says he doesn't want to be a god. So we just call him h. But actually, besides giving everyone endless
great movies to watch...

I occasionally managed to get some. Nobody really knew why he was often absent from school. Nobody knew what was going on in his mind. I occasionally glanced
at him.

I always felt he was so unfathomable. And that eerie smile always gave me a chill.

Until one day, the head instructor came to our class and told us that H had a mental illness, which was why he often didn't come to school. He said
we all needed to take good care of him and not let him feel hurt, etc. We were all completely confused. Although H did
seem a bit strange, he didn't seem like someone who was easily hurt.

Around 11 o'clock, H strolled leisurely into the classroom. Everyone hurriedly asked him what had happened. He just smiled easily.

"If I didn't do this, how could I so easily skip school? And wouldn't it be nice if every teacher had to be careful around me?
" Everyone was taken aback. They were admiring his cunning. So this is how you ask for leave? But is it so easy to fake mental illness? I was just wondering when someone else
asked the same question.

H just smiled again. "Doctors are actually very easy to fool." I saw that eerie smile of his again. Seeing him like that, I wondered if he might actually have a mental
illness.

It was much more dangerous than the teachers had imagined.

After the Hero's Incident, I, who usually eat lunch alone, suddenly found myself sitting in front of someone.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be "h". Thinking about it carefully...

We weren't exactly close friends. Why did he come sit next to me? He blurted out, "You're very creative!" I didn't know why he
said that. But after thinking about it carefully, it was actually quite amusing. And so, strangely enough, we became good friends. The closer I got to him, the more terrifying he seemed
. A captivatingly terrifying one. He was actually running a counterfeit goods business.

Compared to us hooligans, he was on a completely different level. So we often brought him gifts. I became the only
person in the class who knew where he was, even if he wasn't there. When I got home, thinking about the chaotic day, I collapsed onto my bed. When I woke up, it was already past 11 pm.

I walked to the dining table. There was a note there.

The note said my parents wanted to go to the US for a month. But civil servants can't just travel abroad. So they asked me to help them get leave from school, saying they were seriously ill.
Damn! If it weren't for the fact that they go to a different school, who knows if it would have been ruined. Those two are so irresponsible. They didn't save a single penny. Luckily, I had some savings from working at a convenience store,
otherwise how would we have survived? I saw another note.

This time it was my brother who wrote it. He said he's going to Fo Guang Shan to become a monk. He told us not to look for him. I almost fainted when I saw it.

However, given how many bizarre things he does, it's not surprising. Conservatively speaking, it will probably take him about 10 days to two weeks to return.

Huh? Wait a minute… doesn’t this mean I can spend some time at home with my sister? The thought made my heart race. Although this kind of experience…

It wasn't like that before. But my feelings for my sister are completely different now. How am I supposed to handle this?

My mind kept drifting back to my sister's beautiful body. I could almost smell her alluring fragrance. Just thinking about it made my heart race.

This...this is incest...This is the first time I've experienced such an internal struggle, and the mental burden is too much for me. In the dim light, I couldn't help but glance towards my sister's room.
She should be asleep already, right?

Yes. But... even though I knew it was wrong, my body seemed oblivious to the seriousness of the situation and quietly headed towards my sister's room.

Preparing for my second tryst... My sister's room only had a single bed and a desk. There was a window outside the desk. When I first entered the room, I
couldn't see anything.

After finally getting used to it, I couldn't help but gaze at my sister, who was lying quietly on the bed, completely still. Seeing her, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the sweltering
summer.

Today, my sister is wearing a one-piece bathrobe. It's so hot that the hem of the robe has been pulled up to her knees, revealing her beautiful legs that haven't been seen all day.

I think I've never experienced this kind of stimulation enough. The sound of my heart pounding filled the entire room. I don't even know when my mouth opened.

A lot of saliva got into my mouth.

Only then did I understand what it truly meant to drool, thanks to my body's natural reaction.

So I started to move my feet slowly. Although I tried to keep my footsteps as quiet as possible, no matter how loud I tried, it was still too loud for me.

Because I simply cannot imagine what it would be like for a sister to see her brother sneaking around in her room. Oh my god. It would be so suspicious.

However, desire is desire. My body still obeyed my natural instincts. I quietly climbed onto my sister's bed. Luckily, our bed
is a wooden one. It didn't cause much of a commotion when I got on. My sister's flawless body lay naturally before me. I
didn't dare to breathe even a little.

I could barely suppress the trembling in my hands. I quietly pulled up my sister's nightgown. (Even if she was awake.)

If I run fast enough, she might think it's her own struggle. I can't pull her up more than halfway up her chest.

But at least I could see my sister's panties. It was hard to see clearly in the dark, but I could tell they were sheer lace. My sister's legs were already
slightly parted. So I gently rested my face against her mons pubis.

My hands began to wander aimlessly over her legs. I tried to savor every sensation of my sister's delicate skin as it touched my hands. Her shallow
breathing didn't change much. So I grew a little bolder.

I gently pulled my sister's panties to the side. With my right hand, I made my first exploration of her genitals. Although I couldn't see, I could feel my
hand caressing my sister's pubic hair, her mons pubis, her most intimate parts.

My penis couldn't help but stand erect. It was so swollen I felt like it was about to explode. So I straddled my sister.

Of course, I didn't dare to press down. Then I took out my penis and rubbed it against my sister's underwear.

This was the first time I'd ever seen my penis so big. The veins were clearly visible. I rubbed it for a while, probably afraid of being discovered. I casually ejaculated onto my sister's
other pair of underwear (taken from her closet). Then I started caressing my sister's round, firm breasts. Even through her bra, it was still my first time
touching a woman's breasts.

I still thought the touch was absolutely wonderful. I gently touched and rubbed it. But suddenly my sister's body trembled. I was startled, knowing she was about to wake up.
I quickly pulled up her robe and left my sister's room as quietly and quickly as possible.

The second attempt at stealing a kiss ended without anything happening.

If sex is sinful… then I believe no one in the world would want to go to heaven, even though my sister is a bit thick-skinned (thankfully, she's a bit
thick-skinned, otherwise I would be the one who is). But after a few days (I've been quite well-behaved these past few days), my sister probably noticed my gaze was a little strange. She usually
dresses very casually at home and often has ice cream. But she started wearing more layers, so I couldn't see anything. However, my
fantasies about my sister's warm, soft body burned fiercely at night, consuming my reason. So I began to gradually plan… I must make that beautiful body belong to…

For me, even just once would be enough.

But I know my sister's personality is such that she couldn't accept something like this. If I were to rape her, I think she would definitely take me to the police station.

I didn't want this to happen either. Finally, I thought of a good method: to drug and rape her. This would be good for me.

For her. For the future, it's all good.

And our relationship will not change in any way.

With this in mind, I began secretly searching for rape pills. But there was no way I could just find them.

Finally, I remembered the all-powerful "h," so I secretly asked him if he could help me with this. Unexpectedly, the
very next day after I told him, he sent me a package.

There were 10 FM2 cartridges inside. I really admire his methods. Although it was quite expensive. Luckily, I had saved up a little money beforehand.

I was incredibly excited to get this amazing item so quickly. As soon as school was over, I bought some Yakult as H had suggested.

I put three pills in the refrigerator, shook it, and then put it there. I was just waiting for my sister to take the bait.

The rape happened around 7 PM. I lay in the living room pretending to be asleep. (I was afraid I would be embarrassed if my sister told me she was dizzy and asked me for help.) As soon as my sister came back, I went to my room to
change my clothes.

Seeing me sleeping in the living room, she went to my dad's room to use the computer. Her silvery laughter drifted out intermittently. I closed my eyes and secretly fantasized that the sound would transform into her lewd
moans.

I was fantasizing again about climbing on top of her and doing whatever I wanted. My little brother was already rock hard. My sister chatted in her room for a while
(probably on instant messaging). She went to the living room and opened the refrigerator. (Our family buys Yakult all the time; it's nothing unusual.)

I even drank two cans myself. The three remaining cans, which I placed on the outside, were spiked. My sister, without a second thought, picked up a can and chugged it down.
I don't know what got into me after that sudden, startled reaction.

Perhaps it was a mix of guilt and excitement. But then a sharp pain shot through my chest. Yet I pretended to be asleep.

Wait quietly. About half an hour passed.

My sister's typing stopped for a while. Then I quietly got up. But the first thing I did was go to pee. My penis was throbbing painfully.

And I've been holding my pee for a long time.

I pushed open my dad's bedroom door. I saw my sister lying motionless on my parents' double bed. The computer was still on.

My heart started pounding again. I first went to the computer to look at her conversation with her friend.

I'm a little tired. I want to take a nap.

"Wait a minute, wake me up to check the statistics." She seemed unsuspecting. So I quietly (daring not to speak loudly) went to the bedside
and shook her hard. My sister pretended to say there was a phone call. I called her loudly several times.

I pushed her several times, but she didn't react at all. I gasped. I was really afraid that I had given her too much and something might have happened to her. I quickly turned her over
and patted her. Seeing that she was still breathing, I breathed a sigh of relief.

But looking at the beautiful woman before me, now completely at my mercy, I felt a strong sense of unreality. Finally, I snapped out of my daze and positioned her
in a starfish shape, face up. My plan to drug and rape her officially began. Although my sister had changed her clothes today...

But she was still wearing her school uniform on her upper body. So I unbuttoned her clothes one by one. Once I knew that my sister wouldn't know what I was doing
and wouldn't wake up, I became much quicker and bolder. Then I finally saw her bra. Under the light, my sister's fair skin.

She looked exceptionally beautiful and radiant. I took off her shirt. Seeing her upper body clad only in a bra, I felt a surge of desire. I was about to kiss her forcefully
.

But looking up at my sister's peaceful sleeping face, something strange happened. I was terrified of her eyes. So I quickly grabbed a
mask from the living room and covered her eyes. Then, I practically ripped off her bra. Her two round, large breasts were revealed before me. The pinkish-red
nipples were small. My hands kneaded, squeezed, and rubbed her large breasts with abandon. Watching her beautiful, firm breasts being molded into various shapes by me,
I felt an intense excitement.

I immediately took off my clothes. Then I placed my penis between my sister's breasts and started imitating the breast play in porn movies.

With both hands, I repeatedly squeezed my sister's beautiful breasts, which no one else could usually touch, against my little brother. My sister's originally white and tender breasts.

Later, I even rubbed it until it turned red. I rubbed and rubbed. Although I felt an unparalleled pleasure, I just didn't want to ejaculate.

So I removed my penis and started taking off my sister's clothes from the bottom half. The last line of defense covering her was a pair of shorts. I carefully hoisted my sister's two
legs onto my shoulders and quickly pulled down her shorts and underwear together. I looked at my sister's private parts.

A few pubic hairs covered her delicate mound of teeth. I looked at her. Her face was serene, but her lower body, a flawless, fair skin, lay before her own penis
. An eerie sense of incongruity filled the room. I looked at her; it truly was the body of every man's dream.

A surge of pride welled up within me as I parted my sister's legs, exposing her private parts completely to me. I pressed my face against her
genitals, inhaling deeply the scent. Then I pressed my lips into her vulva, licking and licking inside with my tongue. The taste was truly salty. But the thought that
this was my sister's private area...

I couldn't help but keep licking. Later, my sister's vulva started leaking fluid. I knew this was what everyone called love juice. I couldn't resist inserting my index finger
into my sister's vulva and then gently starting to move it in and out.

When my fingers were shamelessly playing with her private parts, my sister's body reacted in some way. It was her last resistance against this unknown invasion.
She even shook off her mask and began to twist her beautiful body. But I could see that even though she wanted to resist, she
didn't even have the strength to open her eyes.

most.

However, her alluring lips kept uttering some incomprehensible murmurs. My hand moved in and out for about a minute. My sister's body had already honestly released a lot of love fluid.
And looking at such a beautiful body in front of you, I finally couldn't take it anymore.

So I spread my sister's legs wider. I grabbed her breasts with both hands and pressed my penis against her vulva. I began to slowly penetrate her
. My sister was still a virgin, of course. Although she had released a lot of vaginal fluid, it was still too tight to penetrate.

So I pulled out. Then I thrust in again with force. Since it was my first time too, I wasn't quite sure about the angle. But my sister's eyebrows kept twitching.

I probably understand what happened. At least some people got in. That makes things easier.

I took another deep breath.

They began to advance relentlessly. The babbling from my sister's throat started to turn into screams. Although I could hear that she was constantly resisting.

But the layers of soft flesh in my sister's honeypot had already given me such intense pleasure that I felt like I was in heaven. How could I possibly stop now?

So I continued forward. Suddenly, I felt something blocking my little brother. I knew this was my sister's virginity.

Knowing that I could help my sister lose her virginity, I couldn't help but get excited. I quickly took out another pair of my sister's panties that I had prepared beforehand and placed them under my sister's buttocks.

Then my penis withdrew five centimeters. With another forceful thrust, I finally pierced my sister's virginity! Although it wasn't as comfortable as I had imagined.

But I still felt intense pleasure when it was just that my sister's most precious first time belonged to me forever.

At the same time.

The pain of losing her virginity made my sister instinctively squeeze her legs together, trapping my penis deep inside her.

I was so excited that I was about to ejaculate.

And my sister kept wailing. But to my ears, it was the most beautiful music.

I remained still for the time being. On the other side, I could feel my sister's blood seeping out of her vagina.

I waited until my sister's grip on me loosened before I started thrusting. As I thrust, I looked at the point where we were joined.

Each time my glans emerged, a little red splattered onto my sister's vaginal fluid. After a while, I could feel her vagina becoming soft, moist, and
elastic. Layers of flesh overlapped, clinging to my penis.

Each thrust made me want to thrust deeper. I thrust for about two minutes. I felt my penis trembling continuously.

I knew I was about to ejaculate. Although I knew I should pull out, I also knew that some semen had already leaked out during penetration. If my sister
got pregnant, it wouldn't matter if I pulled out now. Ignoring everything, I finally ejaculated all my semen into my sister's vagina. I withdrew my penis. Watching
my sister's once peaceful sleeping face turn flushed, an overwhelming feeling of love and tenderness welled up inside me. Watching my semen mixed with blood and vaginal fluid flow from her vagina...

The liquid. The lewd smell made his previously limp penis hard again.

I inserted my penis into my sister's vagina again. This time, with each thrust, I felt that my sister's vagina was not only soft but also incredibly tender.

There was an even stronger suction between the two layers of flesh, prompting me to thrust faster and deeper.

My sister's fair body was now covered in fragrant sweat. I continued to thrust in and out forcefully. Later, I even helped my sister up.

I suckled at her beautiful breasts. I wanted to have her forever. I wanted this wonderful moment to last forever.

In our licentious intercourse.

I loved my sister even more deeply. Finally, I ejaculated for the second time. I put my sister down, looking at her beautiful body. I rested for a moment
. At that moment, the energy and the demons within me told me…

This opportunity will never come again. You must possess her completely now. As this wicked thought takes root...

I got an erection for the third time.

So I pulled my sister to the edge of the bed, turning her back to me. My penis was pressed against her anus. Yes. I was going to take over my sister's anus again.

I want to have anal sex with her!! I want all her firsts to belong to me!! Thinking this, I thrust my penis in forcefully… but it wouldn't go in… I
think anyone who's ever had anal sex knows that the anus is really small. My penis might be long enough, but it just wasn't hard enough to get in. So I went to the bathroom and got a jar of
baby oil. After pouring some out, I got some on my hand and gently pushed the oil into my sister's anus. My sister resisted quite fiercely.

His hands and feet were trembling constantly.

She kept clenching her beautiful buttocks, using all her strength to stop her brother's unreasonable assault. But all I could think about was possessing her. So I inserted my hand for a
while, poured some on my penis, and thrust it into my sister's anus with all my might. Of course, the pleasure inside was much less than that of a vagina, but because it was really
tight, and with the lubrication of baby oil, I quickly felt a pleasure different from normal intercourse. My sister's back was arched from being penetrated. I think even
in sleep, such pain would be hard to bear. Just as I was enjoying violating my sister's anus, suddenly the phone rang! Instantly, my animalistic
instincts were swept away by fear.

Afraid that the ringing phone would bring my sister back to her senses, I quickly ran to answer it, hoping my voice wouldn't sound suspicious. "Hello." "
Hello. "

"I'm looking for Tingx." "Uh..." She's sleeping. "Could you wake her up to study? I'm her classmate." "Okay, sure. I will." As soon as I hung up, I immediately unplugged
the phone. I was scared half to death and went back to my dad's room. My original desires were completely extinguished by the fright.

But then I saw my sister's delicate body lying there quietly. I couldn't resist inserting my penis into her anus again. But this time I ejaculated after only a short while.

Exhausted, I helped my sister back to bed, cleaned up the places I had violated, put her clothes back on, and went to the living room
to sleep, feeling content.

I sincerely felt that today was wonderful. Little did I know that the most heartbreaking nightmare awaited me... The final chapter: When I got up the next morning, my only hope
was that my sister wouldn't know that I had drugged and raped her.

I went to my father's room. No one was there… but I could hear my sister crying coming from her room. I didn't know what had happened. So I went to
my sister's room and tentatively asked.

"What's wrong?" My sister sat on the floor crying, looking at me. What should I do? What should I do? I have my final exams today... but I don't even know what happened yesterday.

I've been sleeping all the time. And now my head hurts so much. I'm so dizzy. I'm even swaying when I walk. I haven't studied at all… If I don't do well on my test today, I might have to graduate late
… What am I going to do…” A wave of guilt washed over me. Of course, I knew this was a side effect of the medication. I didn't think too much before I did it. I
never imagined how much harm this would do to my sister!

I really wanted to shoot myself. So I knelt down to comfort her. "You usually do so well in your studies. You won't do too badly even if you didn't study. It's almost seven o'clock."

"You're going to be late!" My sister cried even harder. "I don't know... My head really hurts right now. I can't remember anything. There's no way I'll do well on the test
..." "I'm really guilty," I could only hold her hand and keep comforting her, even though I noticed that her hands were trembling because of the medication.

My sister still went to class. Meanwhile, I was tormented by guilt in my room, deeply regretting how my momentary lapse of judgment had affected my beloved sister. Later, I thought
about it...

Even if I regret it, it's no use. Life goes on. I was changing clothes and getting ready for class when the phone rang again.

Hello. Who are you looking for? "Hello. Are you a relative of Shen Tingx?"

"Yes, I'm her brother? What happened?" I had a strong feeling that something bad had happened. "She was in a car accident! I've already called an ambulance for her." I
was shocked to hear that.

I couldn't help but deeply blame myself for my carelessness. My sister was already dizzy and disoriented from the medication. How could I have let her go to class alone?! It's all my fault. I
only thought of my own momentary pleasure.

Damn it. I hope my sister is alright... I feel so guilty. I called her friend and my school to ask for leave and rushed to the hospital. A passerby
told me that my sister wasn't watching where she was going and walked into the road, which is why she was hit by a car. Seeing his indifferent attitude, I angrily punched him. But I knew
that actually, I wanted to hit myself the most. If something happened to my sister because of my selfishness and she regrets it for the rest of her life, I will hate myself for the rest of my life.

Thankfully, my sister only suffered a mild concussion and a broken right hand. I stood by her bedside, constantly blaming myself. When she woke up, I went to her.

I couldn't help but cry. "Sister, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." My sister looked at me with a puzzled expression. "What's wrong?... What did I do wrong?
What are you sorry for?" "You were in a car accident." My sister asked in a panic, "What about my exam?" "I told your teacher."

"I said I'd retake the exam once you've recovered." "Oh... then what are you sorry for??" I looked at her innocent face.

I still couldn't bring myself to say it. "No... I didn't stop you from going out. It was my fault." My sister couldn't help but smile. "That's none of your business."
I looked at her, feeling a little better. I smiled and said.

"I'll make it up to you later," my sister said with a smile. "Make it up? Why would you make it up to me?"

It's okay... I know... I know... I know I won't hurt you again.

【over】

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