Sister becomes wife

My Sister Becomes My Wife

Today, while reading a pornographic magazine, I unexpectedly encountered someone I knew—my sister.

Of course, a pornographic magazine can't be anything good. The book was full of nude photos of my sister, each
posing seductively, some even featuring close-ups of her genitals.

The more I looked, the more uneasy I felt, not because my sister would take such photos, but because she didn't seem like
my sister, even though they looked identical.

Could she have been forced to take these photos? But it didn't seem like it.

Never mind, I decided to test my sister.

Before explaining my plan, let me tell you about my family situation.

My mother died when I was very young, only six years old, and my sister was only three.
My father never remarried after my mother's death, and he just worked tirelessly.

My sister and I saw our father less than five hours a week. We were raised by domestic helpers
from a young age. When I was fifteen, my father thought I was independent enough and could take care of my sister, so he stopped hiring domestic helpers and
handed over the household responsibilities to me. From then on, the household chores were shared between my sister and me.

The idea for this test came about from there; my younger sister had always been in charge of tidying up the room. I
put the book under my pillow, making sure that page was easy to find.

Then I went to school. Today was supposed to be a holiday, but I had to
go back to university because of a makeup class for an experiment.

I got back from university at 7 PM. Usually, my sister would be cooking at this time, but today was different;
she hadn't even cooked rice.

I went to her room and asked, "Sis, why didn't you cook?"

My sister said through the door, "Brother, I'm not feeling well. Let's order takeout today!"

I knew she was troubled; I guessed she must have seen that book.

I quickly went back to my room to check. The book was still under my pillow, but it was upside down. She must know I had seen it
and was afraid I would scold her.

But I wanted to know why, so when the takeout arrived, I went to call my sister to come out and eat. She said she had no appetite, so I
lied and said I didn't have enough money to buy it and asked her to lend me some before she finally came out.

As soon as my sister came out, I said, "Since you're out, let's have some food."

She didn't look directly at me, just nodded slightly. It was then that I realized how pretty she actually was; she just didn't
usually dress up.

When she noticed me looking at her, her face flushed, and she lowered her head even further.

To break the silence, I spoke first, "Time to eat! It'll get cold."

My sister only responded with a soft "Mmm!"

During the meal, apart from the television, there was no sound.

I spoke first, "I almost had an accident during the experiment today, but luckily I reacted quickly and was okay."

My sister finally spoke up, "Brother, experiments aren't something to be taken lightly. What if you get hurt?" It

was good that she was willing to talk more, so I quickly replied, "Yes, yes, I'll be more careful next time."

My sister smiled, and the atmosphere improved considerably.

Afterwards, everyone chatted and laughed as usual. Suddenly, my sister asked, "Brother, have you read that book?"

I immediately knew it was that pornographic magazine, but I said, "Which one? I have many books."

My sister said, "The one under your pillow."

I might as well be direct and say, "Yes, I have. It's normal for men to read these kinds of books, but one of them looks a bit like
you." I deliberately said "looks like you" instead of "it's you," hoping my sister would tell the truth herself.

My sister hesitated a bit before saying, "That's me."

It was true! I asked, "Why did you take those kinds of photos?"

My sister said, "I didn't take those kinds of photos."

Didn't take them? Then...

my sister continued, "I did go to have my picture taken, but there were clothes on. I don't know how, but when it was published,
the clothes ."

I immediately understood. The magazine used computer processing or put someone's head on another person's body to create composite images.

I explained it to my sister, and after listening, I saw that she was much more cheerful, and I was relieved.

But my sister seemed to still have something on her mind, saying, "No one will believe it. Even I thought I had
taken these photos myself."

I was very confused. "Thought" I had taken photos? "If it's there, it's there; if it's not, it's not. How can you 'think'
it is?

" Seeing my strange expression, my sister said, "Brother, let me show you, and you'll understand. Bring that book to my
room."

Completely confused, I had no choice but to comply.

I took the book into my sister's room and saw her sitting on the bed.

I said, "I brought the book. What's there to see?"

My sister, as if she had made up her mind, immediately took off her t-shirt. Now
she was only wearing a pink bra, but it was a 1/2 cup, barely covering her
full breasts.

I stared, speechless, and after a long while, finally said, "Sister, why are you…?"

Before I could finish, she said, "Look at me in the book."

I looked at the sister in the book with excitement, but couldn't see anything. "What's wrong?"

she asked. My sister said, "In the book, my left breast…"

Before she could finish, I saw a mole under the left nipple of the sister in the book. I looked at my sister.

She said, "I already have one under my left nipple." As she spoke, my sister reached behind her to unhook her bra
.

As soon as the clasp was off, her breasts spilled out. She covered one breast with one hand and unhooked the bra with the other. When
the bra was completely off, she covered her chest with both hands.

At this moment, her movements were incredibly alluring, and coupled with
my ...

Her words brought me back to reality: "Brother, look!" With that, she released her hands,
revealing two pink nipples before my eyes.

I looked closely and saw that there really was a mole under her left nipple. Such a coincidence!

I examined her closely, unconsciously getting closer and closer to her nipples. Because of my rapid breathing, some air hit
her nipples, causing the areolas to tighten slightly, and the nipples to react and harden. Seeing this
, I was overjoyed. My sister was so sensitive!

I looked at her; her face was turned away, but her cheeks were flushed, and she said softly, "Brother, no..."
"Don't blow on my nipples."

I was also embarrassed to look at them for so long, and said, "It's just a coincidence that they're in the same spot, brother, I'll believe you."

I really believed my sister completely, because the shape of the breasts and the color of the nipples in the book were slightly
different . The breasts in the book were firm but slightly sagging, not as firm as my sister's breasts at seventeen, and the nipples in the book
weren't pink either, so I absolutely believed my sister.

But my sister wouldn't accept my explanation: "Brother, look at the lower half of the photo again."

Upon looking, I found a mole on the inner right thigh near her vulva.

Just then, my sister took off her shorts, leaving only pink panties of the same style as her bra.

I was surprised and asked, "Do you have another mole in the same spot?"

My sister didn't answer. She spread her legs and pulled open the right side of her panties, revealing the
mole through her pubic hair.

But at this moment, my attention wasn't on the mole, but on her panties. Because her panties were wet and her pubic hair had
a sheen, I didn't expect my sister to be aroused and wet as well.

Seeing me staring in disbelief, my younger sister almost burst into tears. She said, "Even
you don't believe me, brother ! What am I supposed to do?"

Seeing her on the verge of tears, I immediately hugged her and said, "Brother believes you, I definitely believe you."

At that moment, I gently brushed her hair aside with one hand and ran my other hand across her back. I was surprised at
how , and how fragrant it smelled.

My sister calmed down considerably, but remained shy in my arms, asking, "Brother believes me, but others don't
. Nobody will want me."

I replied, "You're so beautiful, how could nobody want you? If that's true, I'll take care of you for life."

My sister asked, "Really?"

I nodded.

She seemed very happy and said, "Brother is the best!" She hugged me tightly.

At that moment, her breasts pressed against my chest, and I could vaguely feel her nipples. I was a little
flustered; my little brother was already hard to stand.

My sister seemed to sense my feelings, whispering in my ear, "I love you, brother." Then she pressed her
lips .

I hadn't expected her to do this, but I gradually became engrossed, my hands roaming restlessly over her smooth body
. When my hands reached her breasts, my fingers first circled her areolas, then gently rubbed her nipples with two fingers.

My sister couldn't resist this caressing and let out a soft moan.

I gently pressed my sister down on the bed, my left hand playing with her left breast, my mouth on her right nipple, while my right hand reached towards
her virgin territory.

I didn't rush to remove her panties; my hand only caressed her genitals. Perhaps she was too nervous,
because her legs were tightly closed. I slowly swept my hand along the inside of her thighs, and sure enough, she felt comfortable and gradually
relaxed her legs.

Now I can caress my vulva through my underwear. As I gently stroke it, my sister moanes,
"Ah...it feels so good...brother, faster...it feels amazing."

Her vaginal fluid has soaked her underwear. Seeing that she's aroused, I take off my clothes
and her underwear. Now we're both naked. We're no longer siblings, just two
lustful people.

When my sister sees my erect penis, she stares at it intently and says, "This is brother's..."

I stop her, slyly saying, "It'll be yours in a minute."

My sister blushes and says, "Brother is naughty, I don't want to."

I take her hand and place it on my penis. At first, she's a little scared and hesitant to hold it, but she gradually gets used to it and starts
holding it with both hands.

"It's throbbing!" my sister exclaims excitedly, as if she's discovered something new.

I said, "It's so happy to see you, it's jumping around excitedly. Try kissing it."

My sister did as I said, slowly bringing her lips to the glans. Each kiss sent waves of pleasure through her,
and sometimes she would even put it in her mouth with her tongue.

I also played with her nipples, reigniting her desire, and I was incredibly excited. Without needing
oral sex, I pressed her down on the bed. My sister understood what I was going to do and relaxed completely, letting me handle her.

I gently probed her vaginal opening with my penis and said, "I'm going in."

She nodded, and I inserted my penis into her vagina.

As the glans entered, she said, "Ah...it's so big...slow...slower..." I slowed down
, continuing to penetrate gently.

I felt a thin hymen before me, and then it broke through.

My sister cried out, "Brother, it...it hurts...it hurts! Stop, don't move..."

I stopped and saw her pained expression, feeling a pang of tenderness. I whispered in her ear, "Brother loves you very much,"

and then kissed her lips.

Hearing this, my sister hugged me even tighter, as if afraid I would leave: "Brother, I'm actually very happy. Now you and I
are one."

I knew my sister wasn't in so much pain anymore, so I slowly moved my penis in and out.

My sister let out a joyful cry: "It's so full... Brother's is so big, it feels so good... Ah... Ah oh...
Faster... Brother... Thrust in harder..."

Encouraged by my sister, I thrust even harder, my penis going in and out of my sister's vagina repeatedly.

After about a hundred thrusts, I felt I was about to ejaculate, so I said, "I'm about to ejaculate, I'm going to pull out
."

But my sister said, "Don't pull out, ejaculate inside! I want to have your child."

I couldn't help but pour all my semen into my sister's womb.

I gently kissed my sister's face: "Do you regret it? We're committing incest now, and you might be pregnant with
my child."

My sister said, "I'm so happy to be pregnant with your child, because I really love you."

Hearing this, all my worries vanished. Who cares about siblings or incest? As long as we truly love each other,
that's enough .

I laughed and fell asleep in my sister's arms.

Afterwards, I continued to have sex with her, and each time I ejaculated inside her.

I also thought that if my sister really got pregnant, I would tell my father that her boyfriend had gotten her pregnant, and that he wouldn't take responsibility.
The responsibility was gone. Since my father wasn't home much anyway, everything was left to me.

A month after my sister and I first made love, it was her 18th birthday, and my father came home.

And from him, I learned a big secret—my sister wasn't my biological sister.
My mother's health had been poor after giving birth to me. But she longed for a daughter, so she adopted my sister.

Hearing this, my sister and I were overjoyed. Since we weren't blood-related siblings, we could certainly get married.

My father was surprised when he found out, but quickly accepted it.

After that, my sister and I became husband and wife.

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