[Urban] Me and My Sister Wenwen (Complete) - Part 3

Chapter 16.

Looking at the traces of my sister's love juice on my fingers, I still feel a chill when I think back to that time... I was truly controlled by lust back then, my mind filled only with the desire for sex.

I believe every experienced guy has experienced this. When lust is high, you become unrecognizable, like a wild stranger.

My heart pounded again, I didn't want to think about anything anymore, I didn't care about anything anymore, I just wanted more, more, and more... So when I saw that my sister hadn't resisted much, I hardened my heart and told Wenwen to stand up so I could take off her panties...

She probably didn't understand why I wanted her to stand up, thinking I didn't want to play with her anymore, so without much hesitation, she used her hands to support herself against my chest, lifting her buttocks a few centimeters away from my penis, preparing to stand up.

But I quickly reached under her skirt, and before she could stand up, I quickly pulled her panties down from her waist and towards the joint between her thighs and calves. It was only then that Wenwen realized I wanted her to stand up because I wanted to take off her underwear.

"Brother?!" she exclaimed in surprise, her hands leaving my chest as she tried to pull her underwear back up, but she lost her balance and ended up sitting back down on my pants.

Without my pants and underwear, my penis would have directly touched her vulva.

This realization and feeling completely ignited my desire.

I felt an indescribable pleasure again, an excitement I hadn't felt in years.

It was too late for her to stop me from taking off her underwear, but she still stubbornly held on, trying to pull it back up. I could only hold her hands to stop her.

"Wenwen! Let go!"

Annoyed and frustrated by my sister's interference, I yelled at her to let go, but she didn't respond.

"Wenwen!! I said let go!! Did you hear me?!"

I finally shouted in genuine anger, startling my sister and causing her to shudder.

I think she had never seen me so fierce before. After all, I've always been very gentle and caring towards her in the past, never yelling at her so fiercely.

She was so frightened by my outburst that she could only look at me silently with pleading eyes, her hands retreating, too afraid to pull her underwear back up.

I glared at her, no longer caring whether she was scared or worried, and directly lifted her skirt from the front, wanting to see her genitals. But it was only then that I realized her underwear, which I had pulled down to her thighs, was blocking my view.

I originally wanted her to stand up so she could take off her underwear completely herself, but then I thought, wouldn't it be more advantageous for me if Wenwen's knees were bound by her underwear? If she tried to stand up to avoid me, she would definitely trip...

Besides, I had already seen my sister's genitals so many times when we were little that I could almost draw them out, so even if I looked at them again now, it wouldn't be the same.

So, burning with lust, I told Wenwen to sit up a little, onto my lower abdomen. Wenwen didn't dare disobey my command and stood up slightly before sitting forward on my lower abdomen. Then I quickly reached behind her, pulled aside my underwear from my wide trouser leg, and pulled out my long-erect penis.

I don't know how to describe the feeling at that moment. It was as if my desire had finally been liberated, and there was nothing left to hold back.

Then my penis stood erect behind my sister's buttocks, with the entire back of my penis pressed against her buttocks.

As for Wenwen, she must have noticed that my penis was lying against her, but she could only gaze at me with her eyes again.

Looking into her pleading eyes, I made up my mind at that moment. Even if she was my own sister, today I would let my penis penetrate her vagina and personally experience the orgasm of sex... Anyway, things had already developed to this point, and my parents weren't around. I really was fearless when I was bold enough.

Then I asked her to sit back and sit on my lap, so that my penis was in front of her labia and not being sat on by her. So she silently supported herself with her hands on my chest, stood up slightly from my lower abdomen, and moved her buttocks back.

At that moment, my penis, no longer supported by my sister's buttocks, naturally tilted forward slightly, and the head of my penis touched Wenwen's moving buttocks. Wenwen must have felt it too, but after hesitating for a moment, she didn't say anything, just stood up a little higher and continued moving.

She probably thought she had moved back enough, so she sat down. But she sat too far forward and accidentally sat directly on my penis...

At that moment, my penis directly felt the warmth and elasticity of her genitals, which felt extremely pleasurable.

I looked at her face, and she was still staring at me with wide eyes, slightly frightened. Wenwen must have known what she had sat on... because we had grown up together since childhood, exploring each other's bodies together, and I could tell what she was thinking just by looking at her expression.

At that moment, I really had an impulse to just have her stand up a little, and then insert my penis directly into her vagina, to personally experience the pleasure of sex...

But I was able to restrain myself, which is actually a bit funny, because at that moment I kept telling myself that since we were going to play now, there was no rush to finish immediately, and it would be better to wait until I was more interested.

So I asked Wenwen to sit a little further back, and she stood up and moved to the back, finally settling on my lap.

At this point, I could clearly see my erect penis, though covered by my sister's short skirt, still had a noticeable bulge.

Wenwen looked down at me, occasionally glancing up at me with a nervous and frightened expression.

I remembered how my sister used to love observing and touching my penis when we were little. Now she's really grown up, and she knows that a man's penis is a dangerous thing for a girl… and for Wenwen now, it's the very organ that's threatening her virginity.

I looked at her for a while, then reached out and grabbed Wenwen's hand. She was startled by the sudden pull, but I ignored her and pulled her hand under her skirt, wanting her to hold my penis. Unexpectedly, her fingers recoiled as soon as they touched my penis.

"…Wenwen, didn't you like playing with your brother's little penis when you were little?"

Wenwen didn't speak, just kept looking at me.

I waited a while and she didn't respond, so I forcefully pulled her hand over to touch my penis, but she pulled her hand back even more forcefully.

"...Brother...no..."

"...Why!? Brother won't nurse you anymore!!"

Hearing my sister pleading with me kept getting annoying, and I started to get angry.

I have to admit, I wasn't myself at that moment; I was the bad, vicious me from junior high school, the one who would use violence to achieve whatever I wanted. Plus, she hadn't actively stopped me before, which was like igniting my lust and then suddenly telling me to stop—how painful!

Then Wenwen didn't say anything, maybe because she saw I was really angry and didn't dare to respond.

"Didn't we always play horse riding games like this before!?"

Wenwen still didn't speak.

"Hold it!!"

My loud shout startled her again. And she finally gave up resisting and opened her hand to hold it.

My erect penis, held by my sister, couldn't help but twitch. That's the feeling that's always attracted me, and my arousal level is tens of thousands of times higher than when I'm holding it alone.

But because I had never masturbated before, I didn't know how to help Wenwen with her hand, so I just let her hold it for a while, and I started to get bored.

At that point, I thought it was about time, and waiting any longer wouldn't change anything. Plus, I started to regret my earlier stupidity in not taking the opportunity to insert my penis into her vagina, so I decided that I had to insert my penis into her vagina.

I knew that I had never actually penetrated a woman's vagina before, let alone masturbated to ejaculation, so I was still a virgin. And my sister was the same; she was definitely a virgin.

At that moment, I was completely controlled by lust, and all I could think about was that I had to have sex with her, possess her, regardless of whether she liked it or not.

Finally, the moment came. I was going to insert my entire penis into my sister's vagina and personally experience the kind of sex that other classmates could only imagine. Perhaps there was also a bit of vanity at play; after all, having sexual experience in the second year of junior high school was really rare in those days.

I sternly told Wenwen to stand up slightly. She probably didn't know what I was about to do, so she obediently stood up, supporting herself on my chest with both hands, to avoid further scolding.

Then, although I couldn't see what was happening there, I used my memory and knowledge to grasp my penis with my right hand and Wenwen's waist with my left, trying to align the glans with her vagina.

Then, I told her to slowly sit down…

I thought that when Wenwen sat down like that, my penis would naturally slide into her vagina, which was what I hoped for.

Then, as Wenwen obeyed my command and slowly sat down, her labia indeed touched my erect glans. She must have felt my penis erect beneath her vulva, the glans pressing against her, and stopped moving, unwilling to sit down. She looked at me with wide, slightly frightened eyes, as if trying to tell me something? A gift!

I knew she was aware of what was pressing against her genitals, but at that moment, I was consumed by lust and didn't care about her complaints. All I wanted was to follow my desire and fully insert my penis into her vagina; I didn't care about anything else. So, I held her

waist with

my left hand and began to press down hard…

Wenwen couldn't resist my strength and was finally forced to sit down on my glans…

Finally, I felt my glans pressing tightly against Wenwen's genitals. But Wenwen was also tense and scared, trying her best to resist my strength and stand up. So, after confirming that my glans was firmly against her and wouldn't slip away, I quickly released my right hand from my penis, grabbed her waist with both hands, and pressed her body down with all my might.

But Wenwen was still a child, and a weak girl at that; she couldn't resist the strength of my hands and finally sat down on my glans again.

At that moment, not only was she tense, but I was too. Because I knew I absolutely couldn't let go. If I did, she would definitely stand up and run away, and then it would take much more effort and time to penetrate her vagina again...

Then, because my strength was greater than hers, I felt my glans pressing against the flesh of her vulva, sinking deeper into her body.

Next, there was a warm, wet sensation, but more than that, an indescribable pleasure, an extreme excitement!

I still don't know whether what I slightly inserted was her urethra, vagina, or anus? After all, I couldn't see it, so I'm just guessing the general location...

But I think it was definitely her vagina...

As for Wenwen, she must have felt my glans officially penetrating her vagina and screamed, "Ah! -- Brother -- No!! --"

Her hands pushed even harder against my chest, trying to stand up, wanting to get her vulva away from my penetrating glans. I could only hold her even tighter, preventing her from standing up, and we maintained that "slightly inserted" position.

At that moment, all I could think about was that the tip of my glans had finally entered my sister's vagina. Based on my understanding of sex, I knew that once the glans was inside, a little more effort would allow the entire penis to be inserted.

Suddenly, like a volcanic eruption, I was so tense and excited that I could barely resist; I felt like I was about to urinate. Then, in less than three seconds, I actually started "peing"?!

I peed?!

I was completely stunned, thinking I had actually urinated, and suddenly felt strange that it wasn't a smooth flow like usual, but rather a series of spurts.

But I quickly dismissed these doubts, because I immediately felt an unprecedented excitement and pleasure, as if I no longer cared about anything else; now I only needed to focus on enjoying the pleasure of "peing"...

Because I was so focused on my orgasm and actions, my sister managed to break free from my grip on her waist, stumbling and falling onto the bed beside me, away from my penis.

Without her skirt and underwear to obstruct the view, I suddenly saw my erect glans and urethra, like a fountain, continuously gushing out milky white liquid.

Then, I smelled a strong stench of decay... That's when I realized I had ejaculated!!

I had actually ejaculated my virgin semen into my sister's vagina!!

Seeing this, Wenwen was also frightened. Her face showed a slight expression of fear as she stared at my ejaculating penis, watching it gush out a milky, viscous semi-liquid... _________________

Chapter 17

When the ejaculation ended, the passion subsided, and reason returned, I realized I had made a grave mistake... Not only had I actually used brute force to force my penis into my sister's vagina, but I had also ejaculated in front of her...

At this moment, my penis had begun to soften and droop, gradually shrinking back to its original position. The room was still filled with the thick smell of my semen, as if constantly reminding me of the shameful thing I had done to my sister.

I remember looking at my sister, who was sitting beside me, somewhat bewildered, while she stared at me in horror.

Then I turned to look at my penis, with a trail of semen still running down it, staining my shorts. There were several marks on the bed where semen had sprayed high into the air and fallen back down during my violent ejaculation.

It was the first time I'd ever experienced something like this, and I really didn't know what to do. I could only wait until I fully regained my senses, then quickly take off my shorts and underwear, which were stained with semen, and run naked to the bathroom.

I grabbed a large pack of toilet paper and rushed back. First, I wiped the semen off my shorts and underwear, then I started wiping the stained areas on the sheets. Even though it was my own semen, I felt really disgusted while wiping it off; it was sticky, thick, and had a strong, strange smell.

But it was then that I learned about the final stage that had puzzled me for years, something sex education books and porn had never mentioned: what happens after ejaculation inside a woman's vagina?

I learned that because of the natural viscosity of semen, it sticks inside the vagina, and the excess flows out...

After wiping, I still didn't put my underwear and pants back on. Because there was so much semen on them, even if I cleaned them and put them back on, they would still smell terrible.

Then I turned to look at Wenwen, who was still sitting on my bed. She just stared at me with wide, silent, and terrified eyes.

At that moment, I really didn't know what to say to her. What could I say to her?

After all, I had just explored Wenwen's body like a wild animal, and even dared to try and insert my penis into her vagina, so I couldn't say anything to her…

After a long while, I could only calmly ask her, "...Wenwen, did you get any milk on you?"

Wenwen didn't respond, only staring at me with slight fear.

Seeing that she wasn't responding, I reached out to touch her. Wenwen actually flinched at my outstretched hand, as if I were about to hurt her again...

"Wenwen, stand up, let your brother check..."

Although I asked her to stand up again out of concern, she just kept shaking her head at me...

I asked her to stand up again, and she still shook her head at me...

Finally, I was already very annoyed, and now this situation made me even more anxious and impatient, so I lost my temper and yelled at her again, "Wenwen! Stand up!!"

She was so frightened by my yell that her body trembled, and she obediently stood up in front of me as I said. Then I asked her to lift her skirt, and I saw that her underwear was still above her knees, she hadn't been wearing it, so her entire genitals were completely exposed to me.

At this moment, I could clearly see that her entire labia were still covered in my milky white semen, and the labia around her vaginal opening were slightly parted, revealing her vagina.

I had indeed just ejaculated, and my glans was still pressed against her vulva… perhaps even halfway inside her vagina…

Normally, such a close and clear view of my sister's vulva would be enough to arouse me for half a day, prompting me to boldly explore her body. But I had just ejaculated, so I felt no reaction whatsoever, no excitement at all, only an unforgettable sense of guilt…

I pulled out some toilet paper and began to wipe the semen off Wenwen's labia.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I started wiping, her body trembled with fear upon touching her labia, and she said to me in a trembling voice, "Brother… please don't…"

Wenwen still thought I was going to violate her body again, and fearfully begged me to stop.

Every time I recall that moment, I feel incredibly guilty, so incredibly guilty… I'm her brother, I should have protected her, prevented her from being afraid or sad, but instead…

“Wenwen, be good, brother just wants to clean you up…”

Then I gently parted her labia and wiped the opening of her vagina.

I knew she still thought I was lying to her, so I kept looking up at her, gently telling her that I would never hurt her again.

Finally, I saw Wenwen's eyes begin to well up with tears, filled with emotion.

Wenwen cried… tears began to stream down her cheeks and fall onto my face…

For this, I will always feel incredibly guilty …

I actually took advantage of my sister's trust in me and did this to her…

I don't know why I ended up like this? I couldn't control myself at all? And all I wanted was to insert my penis into her vagina and experience the pleasure of sex…

Even after I cleaned her genitals, Wenwen was still crying.

“…Wenwen…”

She didn’t respond to my calls, like a frightened and lonely child, hurt and tormented, only able to cry alone, with no one to help her.

I’m a stubborn person; back then, when I went astray at school, I never thought I was wrong, and if I was, it was always someone else’s fault. If the other person had any questions, I would resort to violence.

But facing Wenwen, who was so frightened, I truly regretted it to the extreme, and I could never forgive myself…

I stood up, ignoring that my lower body was still naked, and hugged her in my arms, comforting her as much as I could. And Wenwen, perhaps because she was crying uncontrollably, and perhaps because she was willing to trust me again, allowed me to hold her tightly.

Between brother and sister, there is truly a connection of hearts. At this moment, I could feel all her hurt, all her fear, and all my sins and mistakes...

If I could, I would bear it all for her, I would turn back time, I would go to hell and never be forgiven, just so that none of this had ever happened, so that my sister Wenwen wouldn't have to be so afraid because of what I did to her ...

But I know that all of this is unchangeable, just as we must rely on each other and support each other on the road of life.

Then, that day... There's nothing more to say...

I didn't violate her again, I didn't hurt her again, all I have are memories of that day, her frightened tears, and my eternal regret...

Chapter 18

Wenwen...

Wenwen...

My sister...

I still remember her in kindergarten, so innocent and quiet, always clinging to me and calling me brother.

But because of my curiosity about sex, I did those things to her in the bathroom and in my room...

My sister Wenwen...

I still remember her in elementary school, so pure, lovely, gentle and obedient.

But driven by my own desires, I did something unforgivable to her in the room…

From a young age, she was incredibly adorable. Beautiful phoenix eyes, a well-defined nose like a foreigner's, cherry lips, and an oval face. Every relative and friend who came to our house couldn't help but praise her cuteness.

I knew I wasn't as pretty as Wenwen; no relative had ever complimented me, but I didn't care. After all, as her older brother, I was happy and proud of my sister's beauty…

But since that day, Wenwen has deliberately avoided me, looking at me with fear, as if getting close would hurt her again, and I would violate her like a wild beast. Perhaps she didn't avoid me forever, but we were no longer as close as before.

I know this is a mistake I made, an irreparable and unforgivable error…

She remembers the game I tricked her into playing when she was little, and she will forever remember what I just did to her.

She was about to begin puberty, she was about to mature, she was about to grow up. She would have her own life, her own love, and a man who loved her…

Perhaps, she would never be able to forgive me because of this…

I would forever remain an indelible stain on her life, a nightmare for her.

At the time, I believed this, I blamed myself so much, and I always hoped she could forgive me.

But I also knew I was a beast, letting my lust burn like hellfire, unworthy of seeking forgiveness.

Therefore, I dared not yearn to stand under the light of heaven again. I only prayed that the fires of hell would replace the nightmare in her heart to burn me…

No, if hell truly exists, I believe I entered it and burned myself to the fullest when I was a child playing forbidden games, and now only the last remaining soul that knows how to seek repentance exists…

It was that day, the day I received forgiveness, that night she suddenly told me she wanted to go to the bustling city to buy something for school the next day, and asked me to go with her.

That night, on the crowded bus, I used my hands to create a small space for her, protecting her.

I accompanied her into the bustling city, amidst the couples, neither of us spoke, and I didn't dare touch her, only silently walking beside her.

Then, she suddenly reached out, just like when we used to go shopping together, to prevent us from getting lost, she hooked her arm around mine...

I won't deny that I was initially surprised, after all, I thought she would never touch me again.

I looked at her, and she looked at me too. Fear was still visible on her face then. But I saw something more—a smile that showed she was willing to trust me again.

She didn't say anything, and neither did I.

Actually, siblings can be like that, so warm…

I knew that all the mistakes no longer needed an apology. Because we were siblings, no one else could be trusted like that, no one else could save me from such sin.

At that moment, I truly received her forgiveness, like seeing the light of heaven…

In those years, I never violated or hurt her again.

The years flowed by silently.

Wenwen grew taller, and her feminine characteristics became more and more obvious. Her legs grew longer and more beautiful. But I always tried not to think about it…

It's funny, really because I learned how to masturbate. In those years, whenever my libido was high, I would relieve myself with my hands.

And I believe that every boy has masturbated. These are memories of youth, indelible moments in life.

Some say that for men, sex precedes love; for women, love precedes sex.

Whether this is true or not, my feelings for my sister grew increasingly intense.

At first, I only had slight doubts; looking at my sister, a strange feeling welled up inside me, but I didn't know what it was.

Then, watching her grow more beautiful, her charm radiating, I could no longer distinguish between familial love and romantic love.

Finally, I was confused, my soul completely lost in the whirlpool of emotions…

Perhaps it was at this time, as I was about to graduate high school and Wenwen was about to graduate junior high, that I realized I loved my sister…

When I came across the once-popular mystery manga *Kindaichi Case Files*, and read the story of the tragic love lake, I suddenly felt a pang of pain.

Yes, wasn't that me?

If Wenwen suffered such torment, I would surely transform into a beast, offering her the blood of a sinner.

Seeing Miyuki from Adachi Chō's story filled me with a silent loneliness.

The protagonist siblings finally became husband and wife, no longer running away from themselves, no longer running away from the world's gaze. Even now, their attitude still fills me with longing…

I love my sister, yet I can only watch her silently; such a life is unspeakably painful… It's like having a crush on someone but being unable to confess, only silently enduring such torment.

At that time, Wenwen had many boys pursuing her at school, and boys would occasionally approach her on the street, and she would always talk to me intimately with a smile. I tried to pretend I didn't care, but the thoughts in my heart only grew stronger.

"Wenwen is mine, and she will always be mine. Other men will only hurt her, covet her beauty, unlike me who will always be by her side to protect her…"

I don't understand why I have such a biased love for her? Why I have such a wrong love for her?

Perhaps it's because for so many years, only my sister and I have depended on each other at home. Perhaps it's because of the many times we've been intimate. Perhaps there's no reason for any of this; loving someone doesn't need a reason, and love doesn't need a reason, even if it's wrong.

There were many things I didn't know, but I knew one thing: I would definitely go to hell because of this, and I firmly believed that...

Finally, I discovered that the most terrifying thing in the world, the real monster, is not falling in love with someone you shouldn't, not having desires for family, not discovering that your heart is so different from others...

but

discovering that you have desires that you shouldn't have,

knowing that it's wrong,

that you can't continue

, that you can't

fulfill them, yet being unable to stop them

and only letting them control you, turning you into a beast.

This is the most terrifying thing in the world

, and I thus

fell once again into the inextinguishable fire of hell... _________________

Chapter 19 based on true story.

Where should I begin?

These past few days, I've been thinking about this question, and coupled with the many personal matters that have been bothering me, it's even harder for me to think calmly.

Perhaps, I should start here...

but then I quickly think, perhaps I should start here...

or perhaps, there's no place at all where I can definitely begin...

Therefore, I've decided not to think too much and just write it down. Therefore, this opening may seem a bit disorganized. After all, a writer's thoughts will always be most faithfully presented in their words...

As we grew older, Wenwen became more and more quiet, and like me, she didn't like watching TV. Also, as we grew older, we became more aware of the differences between men and women, so Wenwen and I mostly met and talked in the living room, avoiding entering each other's rooms.

I will always remember that day in the room, the feeling my glans felt in Wenwen's vagina—soft, yet elastic, extending inwards...

Having such a memory is truly a painful thing. That feeling really makes one want to experience it again, even if the other person is one's own sister... And all I could do was learn to control my desires and suppress them.

I also remember that we would always sit together on the living room sofa on weekend nights, listening to pleasant music from the stereo and chatting happily.

Because she always dressed very simply at home at night, wearing only a thin, dark t-shirt that reached mid-thigh, and no pajama bottoms, I would often find my gaze fixed on Wenwen's calves when she wasn't looking, my eyes wandering up her thighs to the top of her t-shirt. It was like she was wearing a mini-skirt, the fabric barely concealed, truly arousing my imagination.

As she grew older, her breasts became fuller, and her hips rounder. Sometimes, when I glanced at her unintentionally, it would always stir my desire. I wondered what a girl's breasts felt like to touch? Were they really as soft as the legends said? In short, this was my biggest question at the time, and I always longed for an answer. But I never found one.

Because I attended night school, my life was completely reversed from most people's. In the quiet of the night, I would listen to music, rushing to finish my schoolwork, enjoying the perfect tranquility of the night.

It would have been a quiet night, like countless others, pure and beautiful, but it became the night that reignited the fires of hell…

because I always used my pens until the ink ran out before buying new ones. That night, around three in the morning, my red pen suddenly ran out of ink, and I couldn't live without it, so I immediately thought of borrowing one from my sister.

At first, I really didn't think too much about it, I had no impure thoughts, I just needed it for homework, so I went to her door and opened it.

Unexpectedly, through the nightlight, I saw something I shouldn't have seen, reigniting the fires of hell within me, the long-dormant lust within me…

Wenwen was fast asleep, lying flat on the bed, the blanket kicked to the side, her entire body exposed. Her oversized t-shirt, which should have covered her thighs, was now pulled down to her lower abdomen. Therefore, I could clearly see her white cotton underwear clinging tightly to her genitals…

I was truly frozen at her doorstep, not knowing what to do.

I knew I should close the door and leave. As I had for many years, I had to control my desires again, to avoid making a mistake and hurting my sister.

In the end, I closed her door and didn't dare ask for the red pen before entering her room. I thought that this would eliminate the desires I shouldn't have.

But what I didn't know at the time was that although I temporarily closed the door that night, it completely aroused all the desires in my heart again, a strong desire that I could no longer control...

Chapter 20 based on true story.

In those days, my mind was filled with thoughts of Wenwen's white panties and her covered lower body.

It was really unbearable. On the contrary, I felt that the more I tried to suppress it, the more intense the desires in my heart became. And all I could do was fantasize about Wenwen's face, her smile, her body, every curve of her every day, and then use my hands to express the strong desires in my heart...

Perhaps the desires were temporarily vented, but I knew even more that this situation was terrifying. It's like drug addiction. At first, a small dose might satisfy you, but quickly you'll crave more, until your body demands a forbidden boundary that mortals can never cross.

The decline of the human heart is so easy, often beginning without you even realizing it…

Why? Why did you have to teach me what love is?

Why did you have to show me how to love someone?

Love has no logic, nor does it need logic. Love is an instinct, a need, when you're lonely and helpless…

From childhood, my sister Wenwen has always been there for me, close to my heart, listening to my voice.

It was she who taught me what love is, how to truly love someone…

Why? She's my sister?

Why? I'm her brother?

Love has always forbidden siblings from existing in each other's hearts. Love is a taboo, a silent existence, when you're related by blood…

We never want to face our own emotions, avoid them, involuntarily gaze at them, and finally understand them.

It was she who showed me the direction of my heart, gave my heart something to rely on…

Why? Is the one I love not the one I should love?

Why must I endure such torment?

Love inherently carries pain, an unquenchable wound. Love is an experience, a burden, and when you choose to accept it…

From the moment I realized I loved Wenwen, all her beautiful images and smiles constantly flashed before my eyes, bringing even more pain.

Yet, it was she who made me feel that perhaps it was all worthwhile, that all the pain would eventually pass…

But how much pain must I bear? Is it as much as every pulse of life? Or as deep and unfathomable as the blue sky?

Perhaps it will end one day, but will the fires of hell also be extinguished? I don't know, I hope they will. But I know they won't. After so many mistakes, hell has long been my only refuge, the only place my soul can go.

Finally, when I realized the descent of my soul, it was too late. I was completely lost. My heart could no longer endure this torment, no longer bear this indifference. I loved her, I wanted her, I longed for her, I longed for more, I longed for her to know, I longed for her to feel, I longed for the day all this suffering would end…

Finally, one quiet night, around 2 a.m., I went to Wenwen's room. I slowly and carefully turned the doorknob, trying to open the door without making a sound.

It had only been a few years, so I remembered almost every detail of that night, every feeling.

At first, I only opened the door a crack, peeking into her room with one eye.

Only a small nightlight on the bedside table was on. Wenwen lay motionless on her side, fast asleep, completely unaware that I had opened her door.

Unlike the previous days, when she lay flat with her legs slightly apart and her clothes pulled up to her abdomen, her clothes now covered her thighs, and she was lying on her side.

When I saw her sleeping position, I knew it would be difficult to see what I wanted to see, but I told myself that maybe I could see it when I got closer, since her clothes weren't very long...

Then I stood at the door and waited a while, making sure Wenwen was really asleep, before slowly opening the door wider, preparing to tiptoe in...

I started to feel my mouth dry and my heart pounding, because I knew I was doing something very dangerous... After all, I wasn't a child anymore, and I knew how serious the consequences would be if Wenwen found out... But I just couldn't stop.

When I quietly stepped into her room, it felt incredibly exciting, a completely different experience from sneaking into her bed to ambush her when I was a child. Back then, I was young and didn't have many concepts of right and wrong; besides being afraid of my parents finding out and getting a beating, I wasn't afraid of anything else.

I almost held my breath as I slowly walked to her bedside, really afraid that if I breathed even a little louder, she might find out. Not only that, I was also on edge, ready to turn and run at any moment. Just in case something happened, at least I could escape immediately.

Everything was so quiet, like a silent hell. Although the fires of purgatory continued to burn, there was not a sound, or perhaps no sound was needed.

I kept watching her sleeping face, watching for any signs of Wenwen waking up, and slowly made my way in.

Finally, I reached the foot of her bed. Although the foot of her bed was only a little over a meter from the door, it felt like hundreds of kilometers as I carefully made my way there, and I felt increasingly distant from the bright, normal paradise behind me.

Then I squatted down beside the bed at her feet, trying to peek at her genitals through her clothes, but her t-shirt always blocked my view, so I couldn't even see her underwear.

Although a little annoyed, I quickly shifted my gaze to her erect breasts. For years, this was a place I had only dared to secretly look at.

I had seen plenty of pictures of women's breasts in porn, but I had never touched them. I wondered what it felt like?

I struggled for a while, wondering whether to go or not.

Finally, I nervously reached out my finger and poked her breast.

Through her t-shirt, I gently touched the side of her breast. Because I used so little force, I couldn't really feel anything, just the texture of the fabric. Later, I increased the pressure slightly, and it actually felt a little soft; it was more like rubber than flesh.

Just then, Wenwen made a soft "hmm" sound and started to move. It was like someone being disturbed while sleeping was about to wake up. I must have poked her breast too hard to wake her.

I felt a chill run through me, because I was more than two meters from the door. Even if I turned and ran, it would be too late; she would definitely see me. I could only immediately lie flat on the floor, my whole body pressed against the floor, and start praying…

I tried to stay still, constantly blaming myself. After all, even if Wenwen found out, I couldn't blame anyone else.

Sometimes, I wish Wenwen had noticed the turbulent emotions in my heart back then, so that all of this could have ended and I wouldn't have to endure this torment alone anymore.

Whether it was a good ending or a bad one, at least my restless heart could have found some peace.

Countless times I've wanted to run to the place closest to the sky and shout to the heavens, hoping the firmament would carry away all my pain.

But it's impossible…

Countless times I've wanted to tell my friends about my suffering, hoping they could save me.

But I dare not…

Who will save me?

Who will save me…

This question keeps echoing in my heart, every single day, hoping someone will hear it. But I know no one will hear it, and no one can save me. If someone did hear it, they would surely see me as a monster, a beast, an unforgivable morbid member of society.

So all I can do is cry out, cry out the silent cry of my soul, forever carrying it, living alone each day, letting it torment me…

I heard movement on the bed, the rustling of the blanket, then silence returned. I suddenly realized that Wenwen must have pulled the blanket over herself and gone back to sleep, completely unaware of my presence in her room…

I remained lying on the floor for several minutes, afraid to stand up immediately, before slowly raising my head and carefully looking at Wenwen across the bed line. By this time, she wasn't just sleeping on her side anymore; she was lying flat, the blanket covering her chest, so there was no way she could see anything.

But it was fine, anyway, after being startled by her that night, even if her legs were slightly parted and her clothes were pulled down to her lower abdomen, I definitely wouldn't dare continue.

So that night, I slowly stood up, then slowly walked out of her room, closing the door behind me…

leaving with an even deeper sense of guilt…

Chapter 21.

The first night, although I was frightened away by my sister's seemingly waking movements and felt an even deeper sense of guilt, afterwards I felt an even deeper sense of satisfaction.

From that night on, every night I would quietly come to her room, silently turn the doorknob, and step slightly into Wenwen's private space, treading the dangerous line between dream and wakefulness.

My gaze would crawl along the curves of her breasts, my eyes fixed on the mysterious area between her buttocks, fantasizing that I was pressing down on her, feeling the wetness and warmth of her secret garden path.

Perhaps it was this kind of fantasy that, from some unknown day, emboldened me to take out my erect penis from my underwear and masturbate while watching her lying quietly on the bed.

At first, I was afraid and only stood far away outside her door. As the days went by, I grew bolder and stepped into her room, standing beside her and ejaculating my life-giving essence.

Every night, standing beside Wenwen, I would stroke my penis back and forth, watching her sleeping face as I released my desire, which only made me crave her more, to possess her.

I aimed the semen on my finger at Wenwen's slightly open mouth as she slept.

Sure enough, due to gravity, a thin, long line of milky white fluid began to flow downwards.

Finally, the drop of semen fell smoothly into Wenwen's mouth, onto her tongue, and Wenwen remained completely unaware...

But I knew that if she were awake, I would never have had this opportunity to let my semen drip into her mouth.

During the day and at night, I meet Wenwen at home, chatting and laughing. She still doesn't realize that I sneak into her room every night, masturbating while she sleeps, and even dripping my semen into her mouth.

I don't know how she would react if she knew all this? Angry? Sad? Or some other reaction I can't predict?

No matter what, I know she wouldn't give a positive response. That's something that only happens in the world of pure pornography, and I live in a world of flesh and blood—a fact I can never forget.

But I really can't resist. I want to feel the warmth of Wenwen's vagina again, just like that time in middle school, when my penis was only slightly inserted into her vagina, and I ejaculated.

But now I don't want just a slight insertion; I want full penetration, I want to go all the way in, I want to ejaculate deep inside her, I want to leave a mark of desire.

But I still know I can't really do that. It's too dangerous, and if I'm discovered, I'll be in real trouble. So, in the end, I can only come to her room late at night when she's asleep to release my desire. During the day, when she was awake, she would hide in her room browsing various pornographic websites, trying to calm her desires.

That day, unexpectedly, I stumbled upon a website selling all sorts of pornographic products, including a sleeping potion. I immediately knew this was what I needed; buying it would allow me to have Wenwen again and unleash my pent-up desires.

From that day on, Wenwen was no longer my sister; she was mine, the woman with whom I had a physical relationship…

And from that day on, I was forever plunged into the hell of desire, never to escape …

Chapter 22 based on true story

I will always remember the many things that happened when my sister and I were very young, when Wenwen and I slept in the same room.

Back then, I didn't know anything about love between men and women, and I hadn't yet explored her body under the guise of games. We were just ordinary siblings with a very close relationship, mutually dependent.

Sometimes, I would be awakened in the middle of the night by crying and calling from the other end of the room.

It was Wenwen crying, calling out "Brother, Brother!" I rushed to her bedside, asking if she was having a nightmare. I held her, comforted her, and coaxed her back to sleep.

I'll always remember the fear and warmth I felt for my little sister then. Wenwen is like a little girl who always needs my protection. Even now that she's grown up, she's still that adorable little sister in my heart...

Now, I don't know why I feel this way. I desperately want her to fall asleep, to become her nightmare...

I don't know if the sleeping potion I bought online is real. Could it be a scam? I only know that my desire kept urging me to buy it, without fail. Even if I was scammed, it didn't matter; I'd tried it anyway.

So in the end, I succumbed to my desire and bought it...

For those few days, I eagerly awaited the day it arrived in my hands. But on the other hand, the struggle of reason made me hope it would never come...

I still don't know what the true feeling of sex is like. I'm still a virgin. Aside from that time I did that to my sister in middle school, I haven't been this close to a woman's genitals in years.

And Wenwen must be a virgin too. If I could really drug her and take advantage of the situation to have sex with her… I don't deny that every time I think about it, it excites me uncontrollably, so I immediately suppress my reason.

A few days later, I returned home from school one evening and suddenly found a small package on the living room table. Wenwen heard me come in and came out of her room, saying it was delivered by the postman and she was signing for it.

Looking at the package, I immediately knew what was inside and felt extreme sexual excitement and fear. After all, I know that drugging and raping a girl is a crime, especially when the victim is my beloved sister… Fate is

cruel. Wenwen probably doesn't know that the package she signed for was something I bought to drug her. Otherwise, I believe she would never have signed for it. So at that moment, I believed that perhaps it was all preordained. After all, since I was a child, I had so many incredible opportunities to explore Wenwen's body without my parents finding out...

At that moment, I picked up the package, immediately went into my room, locked the door, and impatiently opened the package, taking out a small bottle of medicine. I remember it wasn't a very big bottle, just a tiny jar.

It's unbelievable that such a small bottle of medicine could make someone lose consciousness. I don't know the principle, and I don't need to know the principle. What I need to know is whether I can really abandon all reason and use it on Wenwen?

Those few days, my struggle was unusually intense; I felt like I was sitting on

pins and needles every day. I knew I couldn't use this medicine, but on the other hand, I also knew that if I didn't use it, I might never have the chance to make love to her...

Then, a few days later, the weekend came. I'll always remember that night; it was a night of torrential rain, so Wenwen and I didn't go out. We sat together in the living room watching a variety show on TV. It must have been Hu Gua's show, because Wenwen always liked his shows. But I had no interest in the TV at all; my mind was constantly struggling with whether I could really do this to my own sister.

I know that although she is my sister, physiologically she is just an ordinary woman, not much different from other women. Why can I make love to other women, but not to my own sister?

I love her, I crave her, I want to have her. Such a strong desire never ceased in my heart.

I glanced at the clock; it was already past eleven. I usually buy late-night snacks to eat at home on weekend nights, so I stood up to grab my umbrella and head out. I knew I could take the opportunity to buy her food and then use it to drug and rape her, but I remained silent, following my conscience, hoping she wouldn't ask, and I wouldn't have the chance to do anything more to her.

But when Wenwen saw me leaving, she asked where I was going.

Sometimes, I really don't know whether to call it coincidence or destiny. I could only tell her I was going to buy late-night snacks, and Wenwen actually looked at me trustingly, smiling and asking me to bring her back soy milk and an egg pancake.

At that moment, I really hoped she wouldn't say anything, rescuing me from this hellish struggle, so I wouldn't have the chance to drug her. But I also knew that even if she said no, it would only be temporary. I would definitely follow my desires and find a better opportunity to do this to her, until I achieved my goal.

I walked out silently, and now I don't even remember how I got to the soy milk shop. All I know is that I was in immense pain and struggling...

After buying soy milk and egg pancakes, I walked around the alleys near my house several times with an umbrella, circling back and forth, constantly agonizing over whether to drug Wenwen's soy milk. I knew that if I could drug her and make her drink it all, I could definitely rape her. But could I really do such a thing and hurt her?

Occasionally, I would stop in the rain, unsure of what to do. I thought about finding a secluded place, adding the drug to her soy milk, and taking it home for her to drink. But fear and the constant pangs of conscience prevented me from making a quick decision.

Yet, I knew I was so close to the desires of my heart, and I had this opportunity, so why not seize it? Besides, people say sex feels good, and if Wenwen knew nothing, it shouldn't really hurt her, right? After all, the natural structure of human sexual organs is designed to accommodate penetration and acceptance, so it shouldn't harm Wenwen.

In the end, I don't know how long I struggled in the rain. All I know is that at that moment, I could only keep deceiving myself, telling myself: just do it once. Just feel the sensation of sex. Anyway, Wenwen won't really get hurt, and she won't know...

I found a secluded spot in the alley, nervously hiding there, terrified of being seen by passersby. Then I lifted the lid of the soy milk cup and took out the sleeping pills from my pocket. I didn't know how much to pour without Wenwen waking up halfway through. In the end, I poured half a bottle of the pills into the soy milk, stirred it well, and went home.

All the way, my conscience kept warning me; it was like a tug-of-war between desire and reason, never ceasing, and the guilt grew stronger and stronger.

And each time, I told myself: if I only have sex once, it shouldn't really hurt my sister, and she won't know anyway...

I opened the front door, and Wenwen was still sitting on the sofa watching TV. When she saw me come back, she turned her gaze to me, and when she looked at me, I suddenly felt very guilty and quickly looked away, unable to look at her. Just as if she could see my eyes, she would also discover what I was about to do to her.

This was my last chance before crossing the forbidden line. I could still stop, as long as I didn't give her the soy milk. But then I looked at Wenwen's beautiful face again, and it aroused an even stronger desire in me to make love to her.

I so desperately wanted to possess her, to have her body, to have everything about her, to become one with her...

So I went into the living room and gave her her soy milk and egg pancake...

Wenwen watched TV, eating the egg pancake and drinking the soy milk. I watched her drink the soy milk nervously, watching her finish the whole cup.

I remember that every time I saw Wenwen take a sip of soy milk, or heard her drink it, I felt as if my whole body was burning up and my throat was dry from the tension.

It must be the fire of purgatory burning within me, never ceasing.

I watched her finish the soy milk and egg pancake, then turned my eyes back to the TV, waiting, waiting, waiting for the drug to take effect.

I didn't know what would happen to Wenwen when the drug took effect. Would she immediately collapse onto the sofa? Because in the movies I've seen, the sedatives work very quickly, and she collapses on the spot. So, should I just have sex with her in the living room, or carry her back to her room first? Either way, if she suddenly collapses, won't she suspect something afterward?

It's funny, before this, I was only struggling with whether or not to drug her, and I hadn't thought about these things at all. I never thought I'd pay attention to this kind of thing until things had already come to this point, and there was no turning back.

But it's also possible that the sedative was fake, that it's just an online scam to make money. If that's the case, perhaps that's for the best, at least I won't have to struggle with this pain anymore.

I don't know how much time passed, but suddenly, Wenwen didn't say anything to me, she just stood up and left the sofa. I looked up at her, and she was walking towards her room with a tired look on her face.

I was really startled at that moment. I knew the sedative had started to take effect, and Wenwen probably didn't know anything right now, she just simply thought that sleep had suddenly come over her and wanted to go back to her room to sleep. Unlike what I expected, she didn't immediately collapse onto the sofa; instead, she went back to her room to sleep. This meant I didn't have to worry about her finding out something was wrong later.

My heart started pounding again, and a deep sense of guilt made my face burn and my breathing quicken.

What should I do? Should I stop now

and pretend none of this ever happened?

But if I really gave up this rare opportunity, would I ever have another chance?

As I struggled with this internal conflict, my penis uncontrollably hardened, sending a slight wave of pleasure through me. Then, images began to flash through my mind: me on top of her, my penis inside her vagina, enjoying the pleasure of making love with her. These images slowly pushed away any remaining rationality I had.

I turned off the TV, left the sofa, walked out of the living room, and headed towards Wenwen's room…

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