[Urban] Me and My Sister Wenwen (Complete) - Part 2

Chapter 10

After that, I would deliberately play with my younger sister before bedtime, and she really didn't mind at all.

Of course, since it was always late at night, I was very careful not to let her make too much noise so as not to wake Mom and Dad.

In addition, I would half-scare her by telling her, "If we play games instead of sleeping at night, Mom and Dad will beat us to death if they find out." So Wenwen would be very quiet.

At first, I would patiently wait until about 12 o'clock before slowly going to my sister's bed and shaking her awake. Then, for several nights in a row, after I shook her awake like this, my sister actually stayed awake until I slowly climbed out of bed to find her.

Later, Wenwen would often wait with me until our parents went to their rooms and went to sleep. Either I would go to her bed, or she would come to mine first…

During that time, I remember for the first few days I was just quietly exploring my sister's body with my fingers and eyes.

Then my sister started to actively rub and squeeze my penis, feeling its various changes.

Sometimes, she would hold my penis with her little hands, touching it and laughing as she watched it quickly grow bigger.

I really wanted to insert my penis into my sister's vagina… but I was still afraid. Although I had read books that said it wouldn't be a problem, I was still really afraid of hurting my sister and letting my mother find out.

Then one day, this game of mutual observation was no longer enough for me. I wanted more different experiences, so I boldly said to her, "Wenwen, do you remember the horse-riding game that Dad used to play with us when we were little?"

"Yes…"

"…Shall we play it too?" "

My little sister quickly smiled and agreed, because I knew she always loved playing the 'horse riding game' with Dad...

Please don't get the wrong idea, it's not a pornographic game. Dad's legs are together and curled up towards the sky, and we straddle the bend where his legs meet his calves. Dad moves his legs up and down, and we bounce up and down like on a carousel.

Thinking back now, I actually turned what Dad was just playing with my sister into a real horse riding game," and I still can't believe how bold I was.

Maybe it was because we were just kids that we played so uninhibitedly...

At first, I lay on the bed and imitated Dad, letting her play the horse riding game. Wenwen laughed happily, so I tried to make her even happier.

After a few minutes, I got tired and felt it was time...

"Wenwen, brother is tired. How about we change milk and you play the horse riding game?"

"No... Brother is too heavy..."

Wenwen innocently refused because she was afraid I was too heavy.

"No, let's try it first..."

My sister was eventually convinced and agreed to let me play the "riding horse" game.

I had her lie flat on the bed with her legs together and bent upwards, just like I had done for her earlier. I moved behind her feet, leaned forward towards them, and quickly spread her legs apart, revealing her panties and the curve of her genitals.

I remember Wenwen initially looking at me strangely, wondering why I was spreading her legs instead of sitting on her ankles like before.

To be honest... I wanted to simulate the sex scenes in porn, so our genitals could be pressed tightly together...

Then I stretched my legs back, knees slightly supporting my weight on the bed. I pressed my upper body down, but was careful not to actually press down on her. We were now in a fully sexual position, face to face, chest to chest, genitals to genitals, looking at each other.

Just this position alone was enough to excite me to the extreme. This was truly a preparation for intercourse, the only difference being that our genitals weren't in direct contact, and my penis wasn't inserted into her vagina.

When my genitals were pressed against my sister's vulva through my pants and underwear, it was incredibly exciting and stimulating, and my penis was already fully erect.

I glanced at Wenwen's face; she was still looking at me with the same curiosity. I started mimicking the movements in adult films, swaying my body back and forth, rubbing my genitals against my sister's vulva.

Even through the pants and underwear, it still felt quite good. It was a level above what it felt like when I touched myself or when my sister rubbed me with her hands.

At the time, I didn't know that this feeling was pleasure; I just felt as if all the blood in my body was burning, and my heart was pounding wildly.

I loved this feeling; it was unforgettable…

I remember my sister's bed starting to shake slightly because of my back-and-forth rubbing movements, and the springs making a clicking sound. I was really afraid of being too loud and waking my parents.

My sister seemed to feel it too, because I'll always remember that she didn't say anything at that moment, only had a puzzled expression on her face. Then I stopped what I was doing and looked at her, asking her what was wrong. Wenwen replied, "Brother... I feel so strange..."

I was worried that my sister might be in pain, so I asked her more specifically what it felt like. She told me, "My body feels warm..."

At the time, I was young and didn't know much, and I had no idea that my sister had also had a slight orgasm. It wasn't until junior high school that I realized this when I thought back on what happened.

I think it's understandable; my sister was only wearing a thin pair of panties, and the most sensitive part of a woman's clitoris was being rubbed by me through her panties, so she must have felt pleasure from the friction.

This must have been the first day that my sister and I stepped into the realm of pleasure together, and later we both started to enjoy this feeling.

Because Wenwen didn't dislike me doing this to her, and she never told her mother, I naturally became bolder and bolder. In the end, I would even boldly let my erect penis protrude completely from the wide leg of my shorts. And Wenwen didn't care at all; instead, she would smile and say that her brother's little chicken had come out.

I would then let the head of my penis press against Wenwen's panties and rub it against them. This feeling was much more direct than rubbing through one's own underwear and pants.

I remember one time it was really close; halfway through the rubbing, Wenwen's underwear was rubbed askew, exposing her entire vulva.

I couldn't see it at the time, but I felt the friction of my glans against warm, soft flesh, not the fabric of her underwear. I was too caught up in the pleasure to think much about it and continued rubbing back and forth.

A few seconds later… “Ah!?” My sister suddenly screamed, startling me so much that I immediately stopped and covered her mouth with my hand.

My heart was pounding; I still remember the tension vividly to this day.

“…Keep it down… What if Mom hears us!?”

I pressed myself against her, whispering in her ear. I had lied to her before, saying we played games at night instead of sleeping; if Mom and Dad found out, they would kill us.

It was only when my sister answered, "It hurts when your penis touched my genitals..."

that I sat up and saw that her panties were askew, and my glans was pressed against her labia.

I was certain I hadn't penetrated her vagina, because I hadn't felt anything. Wenwen's pain must have been due to friction that hurt her labia.

Even with my glans pressed tightly against her labia, I didn't dare take any further action and insert it. Seeing her cry out in pain just now, I couldn't imagine how much she would scream if I penetrated her.

Later, I would listen carefully outside the door to make sure my parents weren't awake before straightening Wenwen's underwear and continuing to rub and feel the pleasure...

We played this forbidden game like this until one day, even this game couldn't satisfy me... This was the only thing I could talk about during that period...

"Wenwen... can you suck my penis in your mouth?" I boldly asked my sister to give me oral sex.

Of course, at that time, I had no idea that this was called oral sex, let alone why I was doing it. It was just because it was shown in porn on TV, so I imitated it and believed it would feel good.

My sister kept telling me no because she knew my penis was where I peed, and she thought it would be dirty and afraid I would pee on it. She even innocently asked me why I was doing this. Of course, I couldn't answer...

Anyway, I kept trying to persuade her to suck my penis in her mouth. I've forgotten how I persuaded her; perhaps she only gave in half-heartedly.

At that time, my sister was sitting on the bed, and I was standing in front of her, so her face was directly facing my genitals.

Then I pulled down my underwear from my trouser leg, and my erect penis was immediately revealed to her.

Wenwen opened her mouth, and I slowly guided my penis towards her small mouth.

At first, her mouth wasn't open wide enough; when the head of my penis touched her lips, I asked her to open it wider.

I can even recall the feeling of my penis head entering Wenwen's mouth, the hardness of her teeth, then the warm, moist sensation, and finally her tongue pressing against my penis.

Occasionally, she would suck on it to swallow, and that was the most pleasurable moment. It was only then that I truly experienced the comfort and pleasure of oral sex.

But sometimes, Wenwen would bite with her teeth, which really hurt, so I told her not to bite.

I tried thrusting my penis in her mouth, letting it bounce around inside. She used to love it when I did this, but because her small mouth didn't have much space, I would just push it against the top of her mouth, making it impossible for it to really bounce.

I also tried thrusting my penis in her mouth and having her rub it back and forth with her mouth. It was truly pleasurable, very comfortable.

I quite liked this feeling, but Wenwen didn't like it at all. She always thought my penis was where I peed, so she thought it was dirty.

Also, partly because my penis was covered in her saliva afterward that day, I had to tiptoe past my parents' room to the bathroom to wash it clean, so Wenwen only gave me oral sex once…

In the end, I can't remember how long we played this forbidden game together at night.

With only a vague understanding of sex, my sister and I played this forbidden game every night, exploring each other's bodies and stepping into the realm of pleasure together.

Although I felt guilty, I really miss that time…

Until not long after, one day my mother suddenly told us that because I had grown up to 11 years old, my sister Wenwen had to move out of my room and sleep in another room.

I never knew how Wenwen felt when she heard she couldn't sleep in the same room as me, and I never asked her.

At that moment, all I knew was that I was incredibly disappointed, so incredibly disappointed…

because I knew that I could no longer secretly play those games with my sister at night…

Chapter 11:

Because I no longer shared a room with my sister, I felt incredibly lonely at night.

But on one hand, I was also relieved that my sister no longer shared a room with me. After all, what I did to my sister was absolutely taboo and unacceptable to society…

Because my sister's bed and desk were gone, my room underwent a major rearrangement.

My bed was moved to the other end of the room, where my sister's bed used to be. My parents bought a large bookcase to fill the empty space, to store my books.

Normally, at this time of night, my sister and I would secretly play those forbidden games. Now, I dared not sneak into my sister's room, because I had to pass by my parents' room first, and I was even more afraid of being discovered during their nightly room checks. So, when my desires rekindled, I could only secretly turn on the TV to watch porn.

This feeling was definitely not as intense as when I played with my sister, or rather, it was completely incomparable...

My frustration and regret grew stronger during that time. Whenever I had the chance, whether by lying or half-heartedly resisting, I should have tried to insert my penis into my sister's vagina. Now I have no chance at all, and can only stare blankly at the TV.

I remember one night, I was watching an adult film when I suddenly heard voices coming from the bathroom outside my room. My almost instinctive reaction, honed from months of secretly watching TV at night, terrified me. I immediately turned off the TV and pretended to be asleep under the covers.

It must be my parents getting up to use the bathroom, right? And they usually check on me while they're at it...

Sure enough, my door was quickly opened and then closed again a few seconds later. I breathed a huge sigh of relief; thankfully, my mother hadn't discovered I was pretending to be asleep.

Just as I was about to get out of bed to watch TV again, suddenly my blanket was pulled back, and someone lay down... using their hands? How could that possibly be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator, anime virgin physical sex toy, highly realistic genital shape! Intense and irresistible! Click to enter.

This is also the last thing I can talk about from when I was 11 years old…

I just remembered that night, only my sister and I were home. My parents drove back to the countryside around 10 pm to attend a relative's funeral early the next morning.

I opened my eyes, and sure enough, it was Wenwen. She came into my room, pulled back the covers, and lay down next to me… Was

she still half asleep? She forgot we had separate rooms and thought this was her room, her bed.

I immediately thought this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If I missed this chance, who knew when I'd get another? Plus, my parents weren't home tonight…

So my inner struggle began again, more intense than ever before. After all, I had been holding back for a long time, and my desires had no outlet. My sister's half-asleep entrance into the room was the perfect opportunity! Furthermore, I've been constantly regretting not taking real action with my sister...

But could I really do that to Wenwen again? She's my sister, she's always trusted me, could I really betray her trust again?

Caught between guilt and lust, it's truly agonizing. Reason on one side, instinct on the other, if I could only choose one, which would I choose?

In the end, I succumbed to the endless guilt and desire...

I quickly and gently shook her, and Wenwen was soon awakened.

"...Brother, what are you doing?"

"Wenwen, want to play horsey with your brother again?"

Children always love to play, and as soon as she heard I wanted to play with her, she immediately smiled and said yes, regardless of whether she had just been woken up, or whether she had discovered we were sleeping in separate rooms, or that she was now in the wrong room and on the wrong bed.

I only knew that I had been waiting for this day to come, enduring it for weeks.

Now, I was determined to insert my penis into my sister's vagina and personally experience the pleasure of sex. So, in a trembling voice, I said to her, "Wenwen... Grandma, can you take off your underwear?"

"Take off your underwear?"

"Because brother wants to play a new game..."

I remember I had to barely manage to keep my voice from trembling as I finished speaking. I was experiencing a surge of intense excitement and anticipation, along with a slight sense of guilt.

At that moment, I didn't need to appease my sister with the horse-riding game, since our parents weren't home. I was completely consumed by desire again; although I know it was rather reckless now, I didn't think much of it then.

Wenwen seemed a little suspicious when I asked her to take off her underwear, but she did as I said.

Lying next to her, I immediately felt Wenwen begin to remove her underwear under the covers.

My heart pounded wildly. Knowing our parents weren't home, I didn't need to worry about them finding out and bursting in, no matter what I did to my sister or whether she screamed. As long as I could comfort her afterwards and tell her not to tell Mom, it should be fine.

Since Wenwen only wore underwear to bed, she quickly told me she had taken it off. To confirm, I reached over and touched her, making sure her underwear was off and her entire genitals were exposed. Next, I took off my shorts and underwear under the covers and quickly put them aside.

I remember Wenwen laughing and telling me that her butt felt cool...

Under the covers, we were both finally naked from the waist down. I slowly moved my body over to Wenwen. Then, just like in those adult films, I used my hands to support myself on top of Wenwen, without pressing down on her. Then, I used my legs to spread her legs apart, holding my erect penis in one hand, and began to lean down, letting my elongated penis approach Wenwen's vulva.

At this moment, the moment I had fantasized about for so long was finally about to come true. I was extremely aroused and extremely nervous, almost losing control.

My penis quickly touched Wenwen's vulva and rubbed against it, the tip of my penis immediately feeling the warmth and slight heat of her vulva.

My thoughts were in turmoil. I was just trying to grasp my engorged penis under the blanket, adjusting it up, down, left, and right, gently rubbing it against my sister's labia, trying to find a definite direction.

My sister watched my actions curiously, still innocently unaware of what I was doing. She probably still thought I was playing a horse-riding game with her, like before.

I tried to find my sister's vaginal opening, wanting to find the indentation like in porn movies and immediately insert my penis, then start thrusting in and out.

But because I really had no experience, and because my body was covered by the blanket and I couldn't see, plus my sister's vaginal opening was probably still too small, I couldn't find it.

My sister, unaware that she was about to be penetrated and have her virginity taken, just kept giggling and saying, "Brother's little cock is so hard~~~".

Later, I gave up on probing and decided to just thrust forward. I thought, I've seen my sister's genitals so many times already, no matter how many times I thrust, I'll eventually penetrate her vagina.

So I braced myself on the bed with both hands, my knees on the bed, and pushed my hips forward, looking at my sister's still innocent face, and began to thrust my penis forward forcefully.

At that moment, I felt the head of my penis hit a lump of flesh and be blocked. I knew then that I hadn't penetrated my sister's vagina and had to try again. My sister let out a loud "Ah!" from my thrusts, and her body swayed slightly.

I ignored her; I was already mentally prepared for her screams, and thrust forward again, pulling my hips back. Wenwen screamed again, her eyes still innocently looking at me with a slightly frightened expression.

Realizing I hadn't succeeded, I ignored her again, pulled my hips back, and thrust forward once more, and Wenwen screamed again.

Hearing her screams only made me more excited and determined to achieve my goal of penetrating her vagina. My feelings were like those of a siege warrior, desperately trying to break down a locked city gate with battering ram, only

to find myself unable to breach it, which fueled my fighting spirit even more. I don't know how many times I tried, but my actions repeated until my glans felt an unusual sensation, not like hitting a lump of flesh. I immediately reached out and touched Wenwen's hand, realizing she was covering her genitals with her palm.

I looked up at my sister's face; I'll always remember her expression—a mixture of fear, confusion, and terrified terror…

But at that moment, I was completely absorbed in the moment, and I was simply annoyed and disgusted by her actions.

"…Wenwen…take your hand away…" I responded somewhat harshly.

At first, she just shook her head and said fearfully, "Brother…it hurts…"

"Wenwen, take your hand away…"

I whispered again, and finally, she obediently moved her hand away. I gripped my penis again, aimed it, and began probing, thrusting my hips in and out.

I remember Wenwen crying out in pain with each thrust of my glans. Later, she seemed to be able to tolerate the pain, and her cries grew softer.

I remember being extremely frustrated at this point, trying ten or so times without being able to penetrate my sister's vagina, not knowing what was wrong. Then I remembered reading in a sex education column in the newspaper that a young girl's vagina is not fully developed enough to accommodate a penis, so I guessed that was why I couldn't get in.

Later, after learning more about sex in middle school, I realized that my glans was actually positioned too high. When a woman lies down, the vagina naturally retracts downwards. So, if I had lowered my position, placed a pillow under Wenwen's buttocks, or even changed to a more comfortable position, I believe I would have been able to penetrate her vagina.

At the time, I was just an 11-year-old kid with severely limited sexual knowledge. Plus, because I couldn't penetrate my sister's vagina, I felt incredibly frustrated and had nowhere to release my pent-up desire.

Finally… I had to give up…

I stopped, cleaned up the mess, and started comforting my frightened sister, constantly saying nice things to her so she wouldn't actually tell our parents when they got home.

Later, because Wenwen was only 7 years old and really close to me at home—our parents were so strict that we siblings didn't feel close to them—Wenwen smiled again after I apologized and said nice things. I only breathed a sigh of relief when I saw her smile.

Then, to make up for it, I put my legs together so she could happily play a horse-riding game. I can't remember exactly, but I think we probably weren't wearing underwear or pants at the time.

But I figured it wasn't necessary; our parents weren't home that night, and my sister and I were already familiar with each other's genitals, so putting our pants back on seemed redundant.

I don't know how I suddenly came up with this idea, but while we were playing, I suddenly thought of having Wenwen tighten her legs and assume a proper position, while I spread my legs apart from hers, letting the triangle between her thighs and labia trap my entire penis. This strange way of playing...

maybe I wanted to mimic the feeling inside a vagina, which is why I thought of it this way.

Later, when Wenwen first heard me ask her to lie down and spread her legs again, she became scared and kept telling me she was afraid it would hurt. So

I went back to Wenwen, placing my erect penis between her legs, instead of just pressing it with the head like before. Then, I asked her to close her legs and trap my penis between them.

When my entire penis was trapped between her thighs, the feeling wasn't particularly special; I just felt the warmth of her body.

My sister, after clamping her penis between her legs, said, "Brother's little penis is so hot... jump a little..."

At that moment, all I could do was pathetically imagine my penis was already inside her vagina, and I started mimicking the slight thrusting and rubbing motions from those porn movies.

If you ask me about pleasure?

I won't deny it, it was definitely very pleasurable at first.

But after a while, pleasure? Don't be ridiculous...

Wenwen kept laughing, saying it was so ticklish, while I started feeling so tired, so very tired, and genuinely uncomfortable...

At that moment, I truly felt a shattered illusion about the thrusting action and pleasure of sex. To put it humorously, it was like a hero who, after overcoming countless hardships to defeat the demon king, suddenly discovers the princess is

an ugly monster...

Not long after, I stopped, panting heavily, extremely annoyed that sex was so tiring. What on earth had I been expecting all this time?

So after that experience that night, I didn't violate her for several years, until I was in the second year of junior high school and my sister was about fifth grade in elementary school...

Chapter 12

After that night when I was 11, I didn't violate my sister for several years.

Maybe it was because my father bought me a Nintendo Entertainment System that had just come out, and I started spending more time on video games. Plus, that night I found the thrusting motion during sex so tiring and uncomfortable, so I slowly lost interest in my sister's body.

But my sister Wenwen and I were still very close. She would always come to me first to tell me anything.

When we were out, she would always hold my hand tightly and not want to let go.

When I was in a bad mood, she would always come to comfort me and try to cheer me up.

My sister's loveliness and warmth have always been in my heart and have never been forgotten...

Over the years, the unacceptable and unbearable past that my sister and I went through as children, even as I write it down now, the guilt has not disappeared.

But at least, since I started writing this whole piece, it's as if the sin in my heart has been slightly liberated, allowing me to live more openly and more willing to face the darkest side of my humanity...

There are too many hypocrites in this world. Many people outwardly wear the face of a gentleman, constantly emphasizing propriety, righteousness, and a sense of shame, but inwardly they have a more terrifying desire for sex than ordinary people, and may even have had more terrifying experiences than I have.

And I believe there are quite a few such people on this forum... They

talk about propriety and morality all the time, constantly condemning others for their dirty sexual thoughts, yet in the dead of night, they lock themselves in their rooms to go online and read pornographic articles written by many forum members, or visit pornographic websites, or even engage in online promiscuity and one-night stands...

Humans are born with sexual desire; it's an instinct, a necessary condition for the continuation of life. Without sexual desire, there would be no new life. This is not accidental or sudden, but an inevitability of life.

As I've grown older and gained a better understanding of the world, I've truly come to know how severely society and those who uphold propriety and morality will condemn and criticize my actions towards my sister.

But because of this, my maturing mind at the time couldn't understand why having sex with my sister was so unforgivable.

At the dawn of human civilization, and even in the most remote parts of the world today, many people living in the same village still intermarry. In

ancient Egypt, incest was common; the royal bloodline was strictly preserved to maintain the purest blood.

In the ancient Persian Empire and even among the Mongol tribes of northern China, when the father died, the son had to marry both his mother and sister.

Why are their actions forgiven?

Perhaps it's the changing times, perhaps it's different ideas, but the human heart hasn't changed, the understanding of emotions hasn't changed, and the feeling of love hasn't changed, has it?

Just like how the world viewed homosexuality decades ago, why couldn't people accept two people of the same sex who loved each other being together, even having a physical relationship?

Are two people who truly love each other guilty simply because they are the same sex?

The biggest fear about siblings having sex is that the offspring born from these two people with the same genes will have genetic problems.

But modern technology has advanced to the point that in another ten years or so, it will be possible to repair and alter human genes. So, at that time, will it still be unforgivable and unacceptable for two people of the same blood to have sexual relations and have children?

Society is gradually becoming more open to same-sex couples who love each other…

But what about my sister Wenwen and me?

Just because we are siblings, we are forced to live forever in the shadows of society, afraid to utter a single word, afraid to even shake hands in public, fearing the harsh criticism that the outside world will bring upon us if they discover our secret.

Over the years, Wenwen and I have casually discussed our future plans: to open a coffee shop together, run it together, live together… But will such a life really come to pass?

It's unfair, it truly is unfair…

We know this will inevitably be a never-ending storm in our lives…

I don't know when it started, but I've become increasingly protective of my sister. If she gets scalded by hot water at home, or suffers a minor injury, it makes me anxious and sad, and I rush to apply medicine for her.

Because of this, my younger sister is closest to me at home. We talk about everything and she's always clinging to me…

When Wenwen was in fourth grade, something happened. It wasn't a big deal, but I knew that perhaps that's when my mistakes truly began…

One day, I was engrossed in playing video games when my sister suddenly ran into my room and burst into tears. My heart melted, and I panicked.

I rushed to comfort her while trying to figure out what had happened.

Later, I learned that for the past few weeks, Wenwen had been bullied by several boys at school. Sometimes they pushed her, sometimes they lifted her skirt in front of everyone, and sometimes they swore at her.

My sister said she didn't dare tell the teacher because the boys said they would beat her if she tattled on her.

I almost went crazy when I heard that. I couldn't believe that some little brats would dare to lay a hand on my sister like that.

It felt like I was a monster who had marked out a territory and was guarding a treasure, and a stranger dared to trespass and disturb my treasure vault. In such a situation, the intruders must be dealt with on the spot.

So I comforted Wenwen, telling her that her brother would go to school to help her the next day, and that she didn't need to worry about the teacher finding out.

The next day, during class, the scene of Wenwen being bullied kept replaying in my mind, but I could do nothing and had to endure it until school was over. Finally, as soon as class ended, I rushed to Wenwen's elementary school with another classmate who was very close to me. We waited for quite a while in the after-school crowd, and finally saw Wenwen carrying her schoolbag. Sure enough, three boys were following her, pushing her and cursing at her. Wenwen kept turning back, begging them to stop, and was on the verge of tears.

I still remember the anger I felt when I witnessed this scene; I rushed over like a madwoman. When Wenwen saw me, she immediately smiled and called out to me.

I will always remember that scene, her smile, her expression. It was as if as long as I was by my sister's side, she would no longer be afraid, and no one could bully her anymore.

As for those three brats, they were probably terrified when they saw me running towards them in a rage, and they were momentarily at a loss

for what to do. Later, I told Wenwen to go home first, simply because I didn't want her to see what I was about to do.

My friend and I pushed and kicked those three brats into the alley and began to give them a lesson in manners...

Don't worry, I didn't hit them, I just kicked them. I kicked them until they were almost crying, and then I warned them that if they bullied my sister again, I'd deal with them next time.

I thought I was cruel enough, but unexpectedly, my friend, seeing me kicking them for so long, suddenly got excited and punched one of the chubby kids who seemed to be the leader in the belly, and even said that next time it wouldn't be just one punch...

Thinking about that scene now, I can't help but break out in a cold sweat again. It must have hurt a lot, right? That punch.

Then, Wenwen told me that those kids were indeed well-behaved at school, not daring to even approach them, let alone bully them...

As for them telling their teachers or parents about being beaten by us?

Honestly, I wasn't afraid at all back then. Because I absolutely hated studying in middle school, I was assigned to a graduating class, constantly spouting profanities and never hesitating to fight. So I really thought to myself, if they dared to report me, I'd beat them so badly they wouldn't dare utter a sound again.

Although I acted like a bad student in public, I was like a tamed kitten around my sister, obedient and well-behaved.

I don't know why, maybe because I still remembered our incestuous intimacy as children, or maybe it's just how much I love my sister, so Wenwen was always very attached to me.

Plus, around this time, my parents only came home a few days a month, working in factories in Southeast Asia the rest of the time, so it was mostly just my sister and me at home.

Because I had classes during the day and tutoring three nights a week (actually, I'd just hang out and chat at the tutoring center), I always ate out for meals, and on weekends I'd go out with friends to hang out in the city.

My sister Wenwen, on the other hand, would have dinner at our grandmother's house nearby, so we both cherished the time we could spend together.

Perhaps it was from this time that I gradually developed feelings for my sister that went beyond sibling affection. It was no longer just about protecting her, but about wanting to possess her, to own her…

I believe my sister Wenwen felt the same way…

After all, we grew up together, sharing everything, the closest of siblings…

Chapter 13.

In the second semester of junior high, I noticed many changes in my growth.

At first, I didn't care because I knew it was a natural part of growing up. Then, as my body matured, I began to realize that I was a mature boy.

Then, during the summer break before I entered the second year of junior high, I woke up one day feeling my underwear was wet and sticky.

At first, I thought it was bedwetting, but later I realized it was nocturnal emission, something only boys experience. When there's too much sperm stored up, it's automatically released during sleep.

This is understandable, because before this, I had never ejaculated through masturbation. I only knew how to hold my penis and feel a slight pleasure, but I had no idea how to masturbate…

When I realized my maturity, for some reason, I, who had lost interest in sex for several years, felt a surge of excitement again.

Back in school, I sometimes overheard classmates talking about sex. They said it sounded pretty good, and everyone seemed eager to try it. But because of my childhood experience with my sister, I

only thought about how exhausting sex was—what was so great about it?

My life changed again when a classmate lent me a pornographic comic book…

If I remember correctly, the comic book had a completely black cover, and the printing quality wasn't very good. Inside were many short comics, seemingly drawn by different authors. One in particular caught my

attention because it depicted a brother and sister, and I still remember it vividly.

The brother caught his sister peeking at pornographic magazines in a bookstore and threatened to tell the teacher and parents. The frightened sister begged her brother to let her go, but he only agreed to

let her go on the condition that they have sex. In the end, they ended up in bed together…

It was a very formulaic pornographic story, but for me at the time, it was like a small drop of water falling into my heart, creating ripples that were hard to calm down.

Later, I seemed to rekindle my sexual interest, borrowing erotic comics from classmates to read at home. Each one was about siblings, and it brought back memories of forbidden games I'd played with my sister

.

Adding to this, a male classmate boasted about having sex with his girlfriend, constantly raving about how pleasurable it was and how intense his orgasm was, which brought back

vivid memories of the forbidden games I'd played with Wenwen as a child.

That night, I had the chance to insert my penis into my sister's vagina and experience the pleasure of sex, but I couldn't find the entrance and had to give up…

Over the years, although I occasionally think about this past, I always quickly remind myself that Wenwen is my sister and avoid thinking about it further…

Because my parents are away working in Southeast Asia, it's just my sister and me at home at night. Gradually, even Wenwen holding my hand intimately and clinging to me would reignite an unbearable desire within me

. Her intimate calls to me were incredibly seductive, stirring my heart.

I know she's my sister... but more importantly, she's a woman beginning to mature...

I started to unconsciously look at her body, at her slender little hands, her waist, her hips, her increasingly shapely thighs under her skirt.

Time has truly changed everything; Wenwen is no longer the little girl who played forbidden games with me a few years ago. Now, her body has left the childlike stage, becoming more and more youthful and mature, more and more like

a woman...

Later, I don't know when it started, but this thought actually crossed my mind: "When I was little, because I didn't know or know how, maybe sex wasn't so uncomfortable. Besides, I

know quite a bit about sex now, so I shouldn't be unable to find Wenwen's vaginal opening again..."

Perhaps it was my own physical growth that rekindled my sexual desire. The imagination and longing for the sexual intercourse only fueled the fire. I know I still have a chance; Wenwen still trusts me

. If I... but I quickly regained my senses and dismissed the thought.

Even so, I struggled terribly those few days. I couldn't help thinking about it at school, or when I saw my sister at home…

I remember that day, a Saturday afternoon, an afternoon that would change things again for both Wenwen and me.

After school, I was playing video games in the living room, while Wenwen was doing her homework in her room. Facing the TV, I tried to suppress my sexual fantasies and desires about my sister, focusing on dealing with the enemies in the game, but

my mind kept wandering back to all the memories of that night…

Suddenly, Wenwen came out of her room and walked towards me. I turned to look at her.

She was wearing a white top, a cute short skirt with many rose patterns, and black stockings covering her entire lower body.

My gaze involuntarily fell on her thighs, then moved to her genitals…

But to conceal the lust in my eyes, I asked Wenwen, "Is Grandma's dress new?" My sister answered without a doubt.

Then I turned my gaze back to the video game, and as for many years before, my sister sat quietly beside me watching me play. But at that moment, my heart was no longer on the game; it was with my

sister .

I couldn't help but think back to that night and many other memories.

My desire flared, yearning for more, hoping to relive that night. Besides, Mom and Dad weren't home. If I really played games with Wenwen again… just for a little while,

it shouldn't be a problem, right?

After struggling for a moment, I succumbed to my desire, put down the game controller, and turned to look at my sister.

At that moment, I felt a surge of tension and an uncontrollable thrill.

"…Wenwen, do you want to play games with your brother?"

"I don't know how to play video games,"

Wenwen naively thought I wanted to play with her, so she didn't suspect anything.

"…Not playing video games…Do you want to play with your brother?"

"Play what?"

I didn't answer her question, but nervously held Wenwen's hand, leading her to follow me.

All the way there, I kept telling myself, just a little while, absolutely no more, just a little while, absolutely no more…

I nervously led my sister into my room. Although there was no one else in the house, I instinctively closed the door, as if doing so would prevent them from discovering what I was doing with my sister…

Chapter

14

As soon as we entered the room and closed the door, Wenwen still held my hand tightly with trust.

But this trust filled me with even more guilt…

I remember looking at her, and she looked back at me with trust. I kept struggling to tell myself I should stop, that I shouldn't do this to my sister anymore, but my mind

kept replaying scenes from the pornographic comics I'd borrowed from friends, various incestuous sexual acts between siblings.

Whether coerced or consensual, the expressions always ended with pleasure, and they reached climax together.

Is sex really that pleasurable?

For a while, this question lingered in my mind. Based on my experience with Wenwen that night, I really only felt that sex was exhausting, how could it be pleasurable?

But then I remembered that day at school, listening to a classmate brag about his sex life with his girlfriend, and it seemed like he wasn't lying...

"Brother, what do you want to play with me?"

Wenwen asked curiously when she saw me standing there frozen after I closed the door. At that moment, I really didn't know how to answer, or even if I should answer.

I knew perfectly well that I had this opportunity now, and with my sister's trust in me so much, if I really explored her body again, she probably wouldn't refuse me, right?

However, after so many years, my sister was no longer the innocent little girl she once was. I didn't know how much she understood about relationships, or if she still remembered our games from back then.

But I could feel clearly that my inner desires kept telling me that I wanted to play that forbidden game with my sister again, the game we used to play every night many years ago. But I'm already in the second year of junior high,

and my younger sister is in the fifth grade of elementary school. We're both gradually entering our growth spurt. Should I really just follow my desires and step into this forbidden territory again...?

Later, after struggling for a while, I don't know why, I actually mustered up the courage to ask her directly: "Wenwen... Grandma... do you remember the horse-riding game we used to play together when we were little?"

Wenwen was stunned for a moment when I asked her so directly, looking a little embarrassed.

Sure enough, she remembered how we used to play together when we were little, and she took the opportunity to make rubbing motions that resembled sexual intercourse...

When I saw her expression, I was already convinced that my sister would reject me, but Wenwen just hummed in response and didn't say anything more. Her actions, however, shattered my last shred of reason and

fueled all my desires.

So, driven by endless desire, I mustered the courage to say again, "Wenwen, brother wants to play..."

I looked at her face; Wenwen's face was still filled with embarrassment, but she still didn't show any disgust towards me. At that moment, I knew I could definitely play this forbidden game with her again

...

My heart pounded again, but unlike when I was a child, I was now a middle school student. I understood everything about sex, and because of my growth, I had an instinctive

desire . I believe that it was this desire that drove all my actions.

At this moment, I didn't care whether sex was comfortable or not; I was just willing to instinctively follow my desire and feel everything about my life's instincts.

Then I let go of her hand, lay down on the bed, and deliberately asked her, trying to probe her: "Grandma... do you still remember how to play the horse-riding game? Brother has almost forgotten..."

I still remember all the expressions on my sister's face when she saw me lie down. She didn't come to me; she just stood there gazing at me.

"Wenwen, doesn't Grandma want to play with Brother...? Does Grandma hate playing with Brother?"

Looking at her, I knew she didn't know what to do. But in the end, she still moved her legs and walked towards my bed...

At that moment, watching my sister walk step by step, and finally step onto the bed and stand there, my heart was overwhelmed by endless desire. But she just stood beside me, looking down at me...

I thought I would need to say something and give her a push, but unexpectedly, Wenwen hesitated for a moment, then actually slightly lifted her short skirt, spread her legs and straddled my lower abdomen, slowly sitting on my penis

, and then supporting herself on my chest with her hands.

I don't know how long ago it was before my penis was so close to my sister's vagina.

At that time, she was a kindergarten student, and I was an elementary school student. And now, I am a second-year junior high school student, and my sister is already in the fifth grade of elementary school.

Time really flies...

And for us now, this is a forbidden game, a game that is absolutely unacceptable to society.

My penis felt Wenwen's vulva sitting on it, so it involuntarily began to grow larger and harder, pressing and spreading the flesh of Wenwen's vulva upwards. I knew Wenwen must have felt it, because her

eyes were looking at me, and she seemed a little embarrassed.

Even now, my biggest worry is still how much Wenwen knew about matters between men and women at that time?

Did she know everything?

Or, like me back then, only a little?

But I knew at the time that my sister hadn't rejected me, so it suited me perfectly...

It must have been her trust in me that made her willing to sit on my vulva like this, even though she already had some understanding of sex.

At that time, my mind was just a mess, and I hadn't expected things to go so smoothly.

Finally, I reached out and placed my hands on her waist, while her hands remained on my chest, and I felt time pass in silent gazing at each other...

Chapter 15 Based on True Story

I forgot how long we remained silent, perhaps only a few minutes, but it felt like it would last forever.

My hands were on my sister's waist, her arms were on my chest, my penis was pressed against her vulva—just that position was enough to ignite my desire.

Guilt? Absolutely a little… but more than that, it was the pleasure of not wanting it to end like this…

Before it all began, I kept reminding myself to just play around. But the endlessness of desire was like a bottomless black hole, swallowing up any reason.

As my mind slowly recovered from the chaos, all I knew was that I wanted more, much more, craving all the pleasure my sister could give me.

Looking at her clothes, her short skirt, her black stockings, her slightly bewildered and shy expression, I gradually forgot she was my blood-related sister, and saw her as a woman with whom I could enter the realm of sex.

I couldn't help but recall many scenes from erotic comics I'd read: siblings together, experiencing the pleasure of sex, their intense union culminating in an indescribable climax, with the brother ejaculating inside the sister's vagina, completing the entire process of procreation…

At that moment, I longed to touch Wenwen's genitals again, just like when I was a child. But because she was wearing stockings, which covered her entire lower body, I had to ask her to take them off first.

"Wenwen… can you take off your stockings?… Because we never wore stockings when we played with you before…"

I had to restrain myself so my voice wouldn't tremble with excitement.

Wenwen's eyes widened again after hearing my request, looking at me with disbelief that I would make such a request.

We fell into a silent silence again, a lack of conversation.

Finally, she stood up, still straddling me, and gently lifted her skirt in front of me, carefully beginning to remove her black stockings from her waist…

The sight of my sister removing her stockings before my eyes made my blood boil, filled with an indescribable, seductive allure. Although she was careful, her white panties were still faintly visible beneath her short skirt.

Seeing this, I felt my penis throbbing even more, almost bursting out of my panties. It was truly agonizing, unbearable for someone with adult-like sexual desires like me.

Finally, she took off her stockings and placed them on the edge of the bed, then slowly sat back on my penis.

At that moment, neither of us spoke.

I recalled the times we played "horse riding" together as children, and that night when she held my penis between her legs and thrust in and out...

It was this feeling, this thrill, that had always attracted me, making it impossible for me to escape the hell of desire.

Perhaps, I didn't need to try to escape. After all, the human heart, with its endless desires, is a hell without end...

Wenwen knelt on either side of me, her white skin stretching from her thighs to her calves, already showing the curves and allure of a mature woman, no longer the undeveloped legs of a child I remembered.

Men are truly visual creatures, I absolutely won't deny it, because at that moment I really couldn't resist the urge to touch and feel the alluring presence of my sister's lower body.

Therefore, I gently placed my hand on her thigh, feeling the softness of her skin… no, even now, I still enjoy being alone with her, gently stroking the skin of Wenwen's hands and legs with my fingers, feeling all the unspeakable emotions…

At that moment, ignoring her surprised expression as I touched her thigh, I naturally and nervously slipped my hand under Wenwen's skirt, along her skin and the outside of her thigh, until my hands reached her waist. Then, my uncontrollable desire led me to carefully move my hands between her legs, touching her genitals through her panties.

I remember Wenwen's body trembled slightly, because the vibration transmitted to my penis, making me feel even more stimulated and excited.

I looked at her, and my sister, sitting on my penis, also looked back at me uneasily.

Just as my hand was about to take it a step further, she broke the silence and spoke: "...Brother...no..."

"What's wrong...? Didn't we always play like this?"

Wenwen didn't respond to my question, only looking at me with slightly uneasy and fearful eyes.

I should have stopped, but at that moment I couldn't stop, because even I no longer had the will to stop myself. At this point, I only wanted to explore the most important part of my sister's female body, the place every man dreams of most about a woman's body.

Many years ago, as children, we explored each other's bodies, without much shyness, without needing words, simply silently reaching out our hands to touch each other's genitals.

Now, with my body matured, I had the opportunity to explore my sister's body again, and I was powerless to resist this desire...

I ignored her and again reached my fingers towards the edge of her panties. I remember gently pulling at it then, and I found that the feeling was different from when I pulled Wenwen's panties at night when we were children. When she was little, her underwear was loose, but now it's a tight-fitting, mature women's underwear, which is why it felt so constricting when I pulled it up.

My breathing quickened, and my heart pounded again.

Wenwen still didn't stop me. But I think she probably didn't know what she could do either.

After all, I've always been the closest person to her since childhood. Now that our parents are away from home for long periods because of work, and she only has me as her older brother to rely on, Wenwen definitely wouldn't dare disobey any of my needs...

So I carefully pulled up her underwear and boldly touched her genitals...

I still remember her expression at that moment; besides unease and panic, there was more helplessness and vulnerability. But her expression didn't stop me; instead, it aroused a complex desire in me to bully her and conquer her.

It was at this moment that I felt her legs, perhaps instinctively trying to protect herself, tighten towards my abdomen, as if trying to bring her legs together.

Looking at Wenwen, who was sitting on my penis, feeling uneasy and afraid, and feeling my fingers truly touching her private parts again, caressing her everywhere, the feeling was truly indescribable...

My fingers wandered over her vulva, feeling the folds of her labia, feeling the rise and fall of her vaginal curves. As my fingers probed further in, they came to a fold of skin where skin folded together, a concave area. I knew this was my sister's vagina, the place where a man's penis could be inserted for sex...

Because I didn't know how to use my fingers for caressing at the time, I only explored the surrounding area with my fingers. So I believe my actions didn't bring her much pleasure.

Finally, I got aroused and, disregarding the consequences, boldly tried to insert my fingers into Wenwen's vaginal opening.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I put them in, she cried out "Ah!" and immediately moved her hands over to press my arms through her skirt, preventing me from going any further.

"Brother, no..."

She looked at me with slight fear and worry, hoping I would stop exploring her body.

Even now, I still don't know how much Wenwen knew about relationships between men and women back then.

If she did know anything, in those days, only junior high schools taught sex education in their health education textbooks. It was absolutely impossible for a fifth-grade elementary school girl to learn about these things from a textbook.

But based on my understanding of her reaction and my knowledge of her, perhaps she was like me back then, only vaguely aware that my penis and her genitals were reproductive organs, and shouldn't be touched by just anyone…

I didn't say anything, just looked at her. Because I didn't know what to say about my actions. Should I continue to treat her like the innocent little girl I used to be, lying to her that I was checking if it had peed?

In the end, I didn't say a word, nor did I move my fingers any further. But just like that, I could feel the warmth and slight movement of the vaginal walls from the tip of my finger.

And I will always remember this unique feeling… Sometimes, just recalling that feeling is enough to excite me for half a day…

Finally, I don't know why, I decided to pull my fingers out of her vagina. Perhaps it was the pleading look in my sister's eyes that moved me, or perhaps I was really afraid of hurting my sister's vagina, or perhaps my rationality returned, which is why I acted this way.

And Wenwen must have realized that I was willing to withdraw my hand, so she slightly loosened her pressure on me, allowing my hand to come out and leave her skirt.

Perhaps, for Wenwen, this was an even bigger mistake. Or perhaps, it was all already beyond redemption…

When I withdrew my finger, my initial calm returned, and I went wild again. I saw a layer of wet liquid on the tip of my finger. I immediately knew it was the vaginal lubrication often depicted in erotic comics. Of course, it wasn't as exaggerated as in the comics, where a thin strand of fluid could be drawn from the tip of the finger… but seeing this scene in person was enough to push me, at the height of my youthful vigor, to the peak of desire once more.

At the time, I didn't think much of it; I just instinctively thought that my sister's vagina was ready to receive penile insertion, and I could just find a way to insert my penis, thus allowing myself to be completely consumed by the fire of desire…

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