[Urban] Me and My Sister Wenwen (Complete) - Part 4

Chapter 23 Based on True Story

My heart pounded wildly the whole way, and I felt like my blood was on fire. From that moment on, nothing could stop me. I had become a demon existing solely for my lust, and I

wouldn't stop until I had my penis inside Wenwen's vagina.

Reaching her door, I knocked, waiting about ten seconds for a response. I knocked again, still no response. So

I waited another ten minutes before daring to open the door…

Her room was as always, Wenwen's scent still lingering, only a dim nightlight on. On the bed, Wenwen lay motionless, seemingly fast asleep.

I stood at the door, calling her name, trying to wake her, but she didn't respond, only breathing steadily.

I finally stepped inside, then closed the door behind me. From this moment on, this would be a private space just for the two of us…

Standing by her bedside, I'm not lying, I was so nervous, so incredibly nervous. This tension was completely different from the thrill of sneaking in at night to masturbate; it was the anticipation of knowing I could now do whatever I wanted with her body.

Wenwen was still fast asleep, like Sleeping Beauty, and nothing but a prince could wake her.

But was I her prince? Could I wake her?

Of course, I didn't want to wake her now; I only wanted her to remain asleep, to be my woman…

To make love to an unconscious woman, wasn't that like making love to a corpse? Wasn't it similar to what was written in Kawabata Yasunari's *Sleeping Beauty*?

If it were before, I would have thought it was morbid. But now, it didn't matter. She was Wenwen, my sister, my love. To me, she would always be so beautiful, pure, and charming.

More importantly, I wanted her. If she hadn't fallen into a deep sleep, I would never have had this opportunity.

I reached out my hands, but they were trembling slightly. I didn't try to calm myself down, nor did I need to; I gently lifted her blanket and pulled her aside.

She was still wearing her oversized t-shirt, still lying flat on the bed, fast asleep, unresponsive.

Wenwen's lack of reaction only fueled my initial fear and unease.

Then, I gently pulled her t-shirt up from the bottom, covering her thighs, and continued pulling it upwards. Occasionally, because her body was pressed against the bed, I couldn't pull it up completely, so I slightly lifted her body and continued until I reached her collarbone. Her

purple bra and white panties were completely exposed under the light, right before my eyes, utterly unconcealed. My

already erect penis, hidden in my panties, became even more swollen, almost painfully so.

Looking at this scene, I no longer cared about ethics or morality. All I could think about was having sex with her, enjoying her body, feeling the sensation of her vagina, to quell my lust.

Even through the panties, I could still see a patch of black. I knew it was Wenwen's pubic hair. This was truly the first time I had ever seen my sister's pubic hair. After all, the last time I saw her genitals was when I was wiping away my semen. She was still a child then, and her pubic area was completely hairless. Now that she's a mature woman, I wasn't too surprised.

I wanted to take off her bra first, because I had already decided that I wanted to make love to her in the missionary position, so my chest would press against her bare breasts, to feel the sensation.

Ironically, I really didn't know how to take off a girl's bra at the time, so I just pulled it up towards her neck from the joint between the cups. Without the bra's support, her breasts naturally spread open to the sides.

Her nipples were a darker red, quite different from the pink I had imagined. Her breasts were well-developed, a cup size between a C and a D, which I could probably just comfortably hold in one hand.

I reached out and touched Wenwen's youthful breasts.

For a long time, these were breasts I could only steal glances at, unable to look directly at them, or even even dream of touching. Now, ah… I was really holding Wenwen's breasts, and I'll never forget the feeling of that moment…

But her breasts were still a bit firm, not as soft as described in pornographic books…

I even remained still for a while, feeling her breasts rise and fall with her breath.

Then I pinched her nipples with my fingers and pulled on them; they felt a bit like rubber bands, a little hard. I did this like in porn, but quickly got bored. After all, Wenwen was asleep and wouldn't react, so there was no point in just pinching them like that, and I stopped.

Then, I couldn't wait and quickly took off my shorts, then my underwear, leaving my penis erect against Wenwen, my heart still pounding.

Embarrassingly, I hadn't even done anything yet, just looking, and clear, slippery fluid was already seeping from the tip of my penis at the urethra.

Really, this situation was incredibly stimulating; in this environment, in this situation, I believe it would be difficult for any man not to produce fluid.

I was about to proceed with my next move when suddenly Wenwen moved her arm and let out a soft moan, which startled me so much I almost screamed.

Looking at Wenwen's face, I noticed her eyes were slightly open, as if she were looking at me. I thought, "This is it, I'm really doomed." I had stripped her clothes off like this, and I had just taken off my own pants and underwear, leaving me with an erect penis and naked lower body next to her. Besides begging her forgiveness and not to tell my parents, I didn't know what else I could do.

But unexpectedly, her slightly open eyes turned away, looking elsewhere, and then closed again, falling into a deep sleep.

I was completely bewildered by this situation and didn't dare move for several minutes. Then I remembered a medical article I had read online before; some sedatives can cause this phenomenon, but the person is actually still completely unconscious and has no recollection of it afterward.

Thinking of this, I breathed a huge sigh of

relief… I had originally planned to place my penis between her breasts and masturbate like in porn. But after being startled by her just now, I felt I should quickly proceed to the final step: inserting my penis into her vagina and having sex with her. Otherwise, I really didn't know how long the effects of the sedative drug would last.

I reached out and quickly pulled her panties down to her ankles...

then slightly parted Wenwen's thighs, looking at a thick patch of pubic hair between her legs. I wanted to see her genitals first to confirm the location of her vagina, but because the nightlight was too dim, everything except the patch of black pubic hair was blurry.

I remember that to see clearly, I ran to turn up the nightlight and then took off all my upper body clothes. After all, I was about to have sex with my sister, and I didn't know if I would ever have such an opportunity again in my life, so I wanted to feel her completely with my body this time.

I held my breath, climbed onto the bed, and knelt naked between her legs, looking at her genitals. I reached out and touched her, gently prying open the two folded labia majora and minora. I saw a small opening covered by even more tiny folds, all of which opened and closed slightly with her breathing, as if they were alive. They were all slightly damp with her vaginal fluid, looking a little sticky.

The thought of my penis soon penetrating her, feeling all those folds moving inside her, and the slippery sensation of her vaginal fluid, filled me with intense desire.

This is Wenwen's vaginal opening. At the time, I really couldn't believe that I could see my sister's vaginal opening and all her movements so closely. But I quickly realized that it was different from what I remembered seeing it when I was a child. I don't know how to say it, but it felt more wrinkled and textured now than when I was a child.

I touched the vaginal opening with my fingers, and it felt very soft and warm and wet. But at that time, I only touched around the vaginal opening and didn't dare to insert my fingers.

Because I knew that Wenwen was still a virgin, and I didn't know where the hymen was. Although I heard that the hymen could be broken during exercise, I still hoped that it would remain intact.

After all, the last time I violated her, my glans only penetrated slightly and didn't go any further, so her vagina had never been truly penetrated by a foreign object for more than ten years since birth, and it was only when my penis entered that it was considered a true breaking of her virginity.

At that time, I didn't want to wait anymore. I knew that touching it again would only ever be the same, so I picked up her small pillow from the wall by the bed and put it under her waist to make her entire vulva float slightly, so that it would be easier for me to insert it later. Otherwise, I knew that since I was still a virgin at the time, I really wouldn't have been able to get started.

I spread her thighs further, then stretched my legs back, lying on top of her, supporting myself with my left hand on the bed, my right hand guiding my already erect, purplish-black penis towards her vaginal opening, my chest pressing slightly against her breasts.

Actually, it was a very common position for intercourse, and it also made it easy for me to look down and adjust my position at any time.

Condoms?

To be honest, I never considered it.

Because I heard that wearing a condom would reduce the sensation, I didn't want the first time to be different, so I decided not to wear one from the beginning. But anyway, I didn't have any sexual experience or casual sex partners, so naturally I wouldn't prepare one. Asking me to stop and go out to buy one was even more out of the question. In addition, I had been fantasizing about ejaculating inside Wenwen's vagina for several years, so I was even less inclined to prepare one. Still relying on my hands? How could that possibly be pleasurable? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator, anime virgin physical sex toy, highly realistic genital shape! Intense and irresistible! Click to enter.

Completely controlled by my lust at the time, I didn't think much about whether Wenwen would get pregnant. I knew the chances of a girl getting pregnant on her first time were extremely slim, so I gritted my teeth and was willing to take the gamble.

But when I felt the elasticity and softness of her breasts pressed against my chest, and my penis touched Wenwen's genitals with my right hand, under this double stimulation, I almost couldn't hold back anymore.

I don't know if all boys feel this way the first time, having the excitement of ejaculation before even penetration. Anyway, I tried to stay calm and it took a while to suppress the urge to ejaculate.

Her sleeping face was so close to mine, only about ten centimeters away. I could even feel her steady breathing, but she was completely unaware.

Looking at Wenwen's sleeping face, I gripped my penis, tried to adjust its position, aligned it with Wenwen's vaginal opening by feel, and then tried to insert it slightly.

At that moment, my mind was no longer filled with questions like "Can I?" or "What if I get caught?"

I was completely driven by instinct, wanting only to quickly insert my penis into Wenwen's vagina, feel her warm, moist space, and ejaculate my thick semen inside.

Knowing I had this opportunity made it impossible for me to stop.

My glans kept rubbing against Wenwen's pubic hair and mons pubis, searching for the vaginal entrance. But no matter how I adjusted or thrust forward, it seemed I couldn't find it; it was as if Wenwen's entire vulva was blocking my way.

After several minutes of trying, I still couldn't find the vaginal opening. I became impatient and sat up, looking down at my penis and Wenwen's vulva, and used my hand to realign my penis.

At this moment, Wenwen groaned again, startling me. I looked at her, but she made no other movement, as if she were fast asleep.

After reassuring myself, I checked the position one last time, then held my penis still with my right hand, supported myself on the bed with my left hand, leaned forward, my chest pressing against her breasts, and slightly moved my hips to try and insert the head of my penis into Wenwen's vagina.

But the situation was still the same as before; my penis head always seemed to be blocked, only able to slide between her labia towards the pubic hair on her lower abdomen, or rub against Wenwen's anus.

I believed that my penis head was aligned with Wenwen's vaginal opening, but I just didn't understand why I couldn't insert it.

I tried for several more minutes with the same result, which made me very frustrated, and I even started to curse under my breath.

Finally, somewhat resigned, I thrust forward hard, trying to vent my anger. I comforted myself that this failure was okay, I could just try a different position later, since I had several hours anyway.

Unexpectedly, what started as a hard-on feeling of being blocked by her labia suddenly felt as Wenwen's labia sank in due to the greater force I applied. Then, accompanied by a slight stinging sensation, my penis thrust forward completely.

In that instant, I realized I had seemingly penetrated it!

I will always remember that feeling; I truly felt an indescribable warmth in the glans, as if it were being tightly gripped by a small hand.

To confirm, I looked down. Sure enough, it was different from before when I was adjusting the position while looking down; I couldn't see the glans. Now, only the middle and upper part of the penis was completely invisible, as if it were extending into Wenwen's vagina, our bodies connected by this passage!

I excitedly looked at Wenwen's sleeping face. She was still sound asleep, seemingly oblivious to everything, but in my heart, I kept shouting: "I'm in!! My glans is completely inside!! Brother is inside your vagina!! I'm finally inside Wenwen's vagina!!"

Chapter 24 based on truestory

As I watched my penis enter my sister's vagina, the glans feeling the tightness and warmth of her vagina, coupled with the stimulating and tense sexual excitement, suddenly, I felt an intense urge to ejaculate.

I couldn't hold back any longer, and the ejaculation began.

I seemed to realize something was wrong and yelled "Damn it!" Then I quickly moved my buttocks back, kicked my knees on the bed, and pulled my penis back.

But it was too late. Because I had already started ejaculating, it was spitting out milky white semen. But because I didn't do anything else, the ejaculation power quickly weakened, and it stopped releasing more semen.

Some semen was still stuck on Wenwen's labia, and some was already stuck on the sheets, but at the time, I didn't care about any of that. I was only concerned about the act of ejaculation, which had caused my penis to soften. I was so angry that I cursed. I was really annoyed because I desperately wanted to take advantage of this rare opportunity tonight and ejaculate deep inside Wenwen's vagina, the place I dreamed of every day.

What was this?! Was it torture?! Because I knew that once it softened, I didn't know how long it would take to get hard again.

I looked at Wenwen; she still had no reaction, not even feeling the tip of my penis inside her vagina when I ejaculated.

So I immediately gripped it with my hand and tried to stroke it up and down like I would during masturbation, constantly looking at Wenwen's vulva, still covered in my semen, imagining that I was fully inside her. After a while, I finally managed to get my penis hard again.

It must be because I had just ejaculated; I felt that the sensitivity of my glans was reduced. Even when I touched it with my finger, I still couldn't feel much.

Then, with the experience I had just had, I eagerly spread Wenwen's legs wider, grasped my penis, and knelt down to find her vaginal opening. Now I knew I had to use more force than usual, so I thrust my hips harder, excitedly trying to insert my penis.

Although I still felt some resistance from her labia at first, it was nothing compared to the resistance I had experienced earlier due to insufficient strength.

It was only at this moment that I understood that a woman's vagina is naturally closed, and to enter, you really have to forcefully create a path. With the strength I used at the beginning, it's no wonder I couldn't insert it.

I felt my glans push aside her labia, and immediately inserted it into my sister's vagina again.

Although the sensitivity of my glans decreased, it was only limited to the sensation of sexual pleasure. I didn't miss a single bit of the wet and slippery feeling inside her vagina.

Wenwen's vagina felt a little uneven, and as I pushed forward, just as my entire penis was about to be inserted all the way in, my glans was first blocked by a warm, soft mass of flesh, unable to go any further. I realized I had reached the very end of Wenwen's vagina. Incredibly, our genitals seemed to be the same length; this might truly be due to sibling blood.

I'll always remember how hot it was, how incredibly hot and wet her vagina was, and how I could occasionally feel the walls of her vagina rubbing against me. But the main pleasure came from the most sensitive part of the penis—the glans—while the rest of the penis only felt like it was being gripped by the vaginal walls.

Occasionally, my penis would twitch involuntarily due to arousal, but because it was surrounded by her vagina, I couldn't move much. Actually, just maintaining that position, surrounded by her vagina, was almost unbearable. So I could only try to hold my breath and calm myself down to avoid ejaculating too quickly.

Just then, Wenwen let out a soft moan, then unconsciously moved her arms and shook her head, but quickly fell silent again.

I remember thinking at that moment: Is this what sex is like?

Before this, I had never known what sex felt like. And I could only imagine it in my mind…

I had considered many possibilities, but only after drugging and raping Wenwen that day, and experiencing it myself, did I realize… sex is an indescribable pleasure… truly pleasurable…

I wish she were awake right now, willingly making love to me, smiling at me, holding me, her legs wrapped around my waist, feeling every throbbing of my penis, not being drugged and raped like this.

But I also knew that if I didn't do this, Wenwen would never agree to have sex with me. After all, we grew up together, and I knew very well that to her, I was just her brother, her family, nothing more…

So, I don't regret drugging and raping her…

I looked up at her face; Wenwen was still asleep, her cheek slightly turned to one side. I thought about how I was inside her vagina, how I was fulfilling my long-held dream, and how my feelings for Wenwen were truly growing deeper. And seeing her sleeping face like this made me even more sexually aroused.

I wondered what would happen if she suddenly woke up now?

Perhaps, when she found herself completely naked, pinned down by her equally naked brother, legs spread, my penis thrusting into her vagina... she would definitely start struggling and crying, trying to push me away with all her might.

But I also knew I would never yield to her pleas. I would definitely say sweet words to her while restraining her hands and continuing to fuck her until I ejaculated...

for no reason. Because, at that moment, all I could think about was having sex with her...

I brushed her hair aside, then brought my cheek close to hers and kissed her lips.

And that was our first kiss... but I didn't feel much, only that Wenwen's lips were so soft. Having

sex before kissing, I still find it funny when I think about it now. Just like in the manga IS, Ichiki first pushes Iori down on the bed and plays with her for a while before saying, "Let's date."

Then, I slightly pulled my buttocks back, only withdrawing my penis a centimeter or two, and then slowly inserted it again. Wenwen's vaginal walls had an indescribable tightness; it always felt like I couldn't go any further, yet I could still penetrate even deeper.

The glans of my penis constantly felt like it was being pushed against her vaginal walls, feeling the folds of her vaginal walls.

Honestly, maybe I hadn't done enough foreplay, or maybe Wenwen simply didn't know, so her body didn't react, and her vagina didn't secrete much lubrication. Therefore, when my penis pushed into her vagina, the glans felt a little painful.

But that didn't matter; the feeling of my penis being surrounded by her warm, moist vagina, rubbing against the vaginal flesh, was indescribably pleasurable.

I slowly increased the force and speed, and with each thrust, I moved closer to the extreme of pleasure. I remember glancing down slightly and seeing Wenwen's breasts swaying slightly with my thrusts.

As my strength increased, I felt increasingly tired, like the final sprint of a marathon, but also increasingly intensely pleasurable.

I continued thrusting inside Wenwen's vagina until finally reaching the point of ejaculation.

Although it only lasted a few minutes, for years, countless days, this place I had only imagined in masturbation finally came to me after those few intense thrusts. I ejaculated violently inside Wenwen's vagina.

At that moment, I felt like I was in heaven, my mind blank, filled only with extreme pleasure, almost forgetting my own existence.

This was truly a male orgasm, possessing an intense, explosive pleasure that women could never understand.

Though subtle, besides my own heartbeat, I could clearly hear the slapping sounds as my semen gushed out, hitting Wenwen's vaginal walls or cervix. The sound was just like someone forcefully slapping a wad of sticky snot against a wall.

I don't even remember how long I ejaculated, it just felt like an eternity, and I knew the force of my ejaculation inside Wenwen's vagina was incomparable to the force of my previous masturbation. This was absolutely the pure power of pure pleasure, incredibly intense.

Finally, my consciousness returned to my mind; I knew my ejaculation was coming to an end, and I began to smell a strong, foul odor of semen.

I was so tired, utterly exhausted, with absolutely no strength or energy left. It felt as if everything within me had been released during the act of lovemaking and ejaculation.

Gasping for breath, my heart pounding, I was completely drained and unable to support myself any longer. I collapsed onto Wenwen, straightening my legs that had been bent and pressed against the bed, and lowered my upper body to her side.

My penis remained inside Wenwen's vagina, not withdrawn; besides, I truly didn't have the strength to pull it out.

My left side pressed against Wenwen's left side as she lay on the bed, also against her left breast, feeling the rise and fall of her slightly rapid breathing. Perhaps it was because I was pressing against her that she was breathing so rapidly.

I turned to look at Wenwen; she remained completely unaware. Looking at her beautiful, sleeping face, I truly understood that if we lived in ancient China, with its strict moral codes, she would be my woman, and she would have no choice but to stay with me.

But then I quickly thought... she's my sister, Wenwen!

A wave of guilt slowly washed over me...

I actually ejaculated inside Wenwen's vagina, and quite a lot. What if Wenwen got pregnant afterward?

I was very worried about her getting pregnant, and I was also anxious about many other things. But I was so tired, so very tired, that I could understand why many men fall asleep immediately after sex.

So I quickly drifted off to sleep...

Chapter 25 based on true story

. I awoke slowly from my dream.

I'm usually a late sleeper, but suddenly, I smelled a familiar, strong stench—the smell of semen—which immediately reminded me of everything I'd done to Wenwen, and jolted me awake.

For a moment, I hoped it was all a dream, that I hadn't done anything to Wenwen.

But when I opened my eyes and saw Wenwen's sleeping face, I knew it wasn't a dream. I had drugged and raped my own sister for my own lust...

I glanced at the clock on the bedside table; it was 3 a.m. I'd already slept for an hour and a half.

Then I realized my left hand was still cupping Wenwen's full right breast.

At that moment, I knew I'd done something terribly wrong, and I frantically raised my hand. The uncertainty of how long the drug would last made me even more anxious.

I tried to get up, but felt a warm, wet friction against my glans.

I realized my penis was still inside Wenwen's vagina, having remained inside since I ejaculated. Although it wasn't fully erect, as most men know, the penis often

becomes erect uncontrollably during sleep, so it was still somewhat firm.

I tried to prop myself up, intending to remove my penis from Wenwen's vagina first.

However, as I did so, my penis inevitably rubbed against her vagina again. Having been inside her for an hour and a half, the initial lubrication had disappeared, leaving it semi-

closed. This action actually brought me more pleasure and stimulation, causing my penis to become erect again. But I was also terrified and dared not do anything further to Wenwen.

When I pulled my penis out, it was coated with a slightly shiny liquid. This must be the natural lubricating fluid secreted by the vagina.

Then I saw my milky white semen flowing out of Wenwen's vaginal opening, which instantly lowered my body temperature, filling me with extreme fear and anxiety.

Without even putting on clothes, I ran to the bathroom, grabbed a whole pack of toilet paper, and took it to Wenwen's room. I pulled out sheets one by one and vigorously wiped away the semen

stains on the bed, including the semen that had leaked from

Wenwen's vagina and the semen traces I had left on the sheets earlier when I couldn't help myself. The semen stains on the sheets were finally wiped away, but because I had fallen asleep from exhaustion an hour and a half earlier, most of it had dried and couldn't be wiped off. Luckily, Wenwen's sheets were a deep violet-blue

, so they weren't very noticeable. The fishy smell of semen was my biggest worry. All I could do was wait and get some air freshener to spray on the semen-stained areas of the sheets

, hoping to eliminate the odor.

But… the stains on the sheets were easy to clean, but what about the semen residue inside Wenwen's vagina?

If I didn't clean it, Wenwen would definitely find it when she woke up the next morning, and there would definitely be more flowing out… Plus, I was terrified of her finding out what I had done to her, so

no matter what, I had to clean it up.

Looking at Wenwen's vagina, where my penis had just been inserted, a wave of guilt washed over me again.

Her labia and many small folds were turned outwards from my thrusting. The vaginal opening seemed alive, expanding and

contracting around her vaginal opening and labia.

Normally, seeing this would have aroused me instantly. But this was a sensitive time…

I took two tissues and first wiped her vaginal opening and anus area, then the areas around her labia and pubic hair where semen had remained. As I wiped, I looked at Wenwen's still peaceful sleeping face, and

the guilt in my heart grew heavier. Wenwen was my sister, and the woman I loved most. She had always trusted me so much, so obedient and gentle, and I had actually ejaculated inside her vagina

without any precautions, just for my own desire and the satisfaction of sex… But at the same time, I also felt a strange, indescribable sense of satisfaction. I don't know how to describe this sense of satisfaction. It's like knowing you've just completed an act of continuing life, and feeling satisfied with that. It's also like finally fulfilling a long-held wish to have sex with my sister, and feeling satisfied with that. I'm afraid of this feeling of guilt and satisfaction, but I've never been able to resist such an intense desire... This terrifying me, help me, can anyone hear me? Help me, help me, help me... But no one hears my cries, as if I'm a sinner who shouldn't exist in this society, in this world... After wiping my sister's genitals, there was only one place left that I had to clean: the semen inside Wenwen's vagina. I didn't know how much of my semen was still inside her vagina. After so long, perhaps most of it was already dried on the vaginal walls. Thinking about this then, no, even now, I still feel a chill. I didn't know how many sperm were swimming in her uterus? Perhaps hundreds of millions, perhaps more. But no matter how many, if even one could fertilize Wenwen's uterus and result in pregnancy, I would be in big trouble. The physical harm my sister I knew the chances were slim, but not entirely nonexistent. All I could do, besides be afraid, was pray. But no matter how afraid I was, I had to clean up. Otherwise, before Wenwen even realized she had been drugged and raped and was pregnant, she would first discover the semen flowing from her genitals. I first removed the pillow that had been under her buttocks, so that her body was lying flat without any height difference, and some more semen flowed from her vagina. Although it wasn't much, I quickly wiped it clean. Then I reached out with my right hand, holding two sheets of toilet paper between my fingers, and with my left hand on her labia, I tried to spread them apart as much as possible. I remember seeing the sticky vaginal fluid inside her vagina, which looked white because it was mixed with semen. Then I reached into her vagina with the toilet paper in my right hand, and then wiped the outer part near the vaginal opening with my palm in a circular motion. My fingers felt the wetness and warmth of her vagina again, but the pleasure this sensation brought me was still incomparable to sex. I didn't wipe for long before pulling my fingers out. The toilet paper was wet and contained some semen, but I didn't see any blood. I knew this didn't mean Wenwen wasn't a virgin. Because not every woman bleeds during her first time. Plus, the hymen is very fragile; it could easily break with vigorous activity. So I still believed she was a virgin and wasn't too concerned. Actually, the main reason was that we grew up together. I knew that because of her introverted nature, she had few female friends, let alone male friends, and therefore had never had a boyfriend. Under these circumstances, she had never had physical intimacy with anyone other than me, so I was quite certain she was a virgin, just like me. I took out two more sheets of toilet paper and wiped deeper into her vagina.

Unexpectedly, just as I was about to pull it out, the toilet paper was completely soaked and sticky inside, and it broke because I had been wiping for too long.

When I saw the broken piece of toilet paper, I panicked and was terrified. It was like realizing I had made a mistake and trying to fix it, only to make things worse.

I tried to use my index and middle fingers to insert into Wenwen's vagina again, trying to pull the toilet paper out, but I only managed to pull out a small piece each time, sometimes even pushing the remaining toilet paper further into her vagina.

Because my fingers were short, I couldn't reach the very bottom of Wenwen's vagina. I wanted to use something like chopsticks to pull the toilet paper out, but I was really afraid of hurting Wenwen. So in the end, I had to give up,

hoping that Wenwen wouldn't find out what I had done to her...

After all this was over, I felt guilty and carefully checked Wenwen's entire body to make sure everything was alright. Then I carefully dressed her, covered her with a blanket, turned off the lights, leaving only the bedside lamp on

, and made it seem like nothing had happened.

Filled with guilt and a strange sense of satisfaction at finally fulfilling a long-held wish, I glanced at Wenwen and left her room…

Chapter 26 based on true story.

That night, I didn't sleep, nor could I.

I was completely restless in my room, unable to sit or stand, all because I had succumbed to my desires and caused such a disaster.

That night, I kept having wild thoughts: What if Wenwen found out? What if Wenwen really was pregnant?

Finally, I waited until after five o'clock, when sunlight was streaming into the room, before I heard the sound of a bedroom door opening.

I was truly startled, because I knew Wenwen had woken up and left her room. I quickly turned off the lights and lay down under the covers, pretending to be asleep. That way, if she suspected me and came into my room to question me, she wouldn't find me awake. Because that would only confirm her suspicions.

Although I was hidden under the covers, I listened very carefully to all the sounds coming from outside the room. Plus, it was still quite early, and the environment was very quiet, so even slightly louder sounds were clearly audible.

She walked down the hallway, past my room, into the bathroom, and then closed the door.

When I knew Wenwen had gone into the bathroom, I was immediately terrified. But this wasn't just any ordinary fear; it was a feeling difficult to describe. It was a slight chill running through my body, a cold, piercing sensation as if countless ice needles were pricking the back of my head.

From childhood to adulthood, whenever I felt this way, it meant something terrible was about to happen. Because many times when I was little, I would do wrong things at home, like stealing money from my parents to buy toys or breaking their treasured possessions. Although I always tried to hide it, whenever I had this feeling before returning home, I knew I was going to die…

Strangely enough, even when I wasn't home and didn't know I'd been discovered, I still had this intense feeling of dread. You can call it a sixth sense, or precognition, but it was always incredibly accurate. A friend once joked after I finished telling him this that it was the murderous aura of a predator preparing to hunt me, so as the prey, I was bound to feel it.

The unease Wenwen felt when she went to the bathroom immediately made me realize: she wasn't just going to the toilet, but rather sensing something was wrong with her body and checking herself.

Sure enough, no matter what, a girl usually feels something strange in her genitals on the day she has sexual intercourse. Besides, it had only been a few hours since I drugged and raped Wenwen, and there was still some toilet paper I hadn't properly disposed of left in her vagina, so it would have been difficult for her not to feel anything.

I was terrified, extremely terrified; I've never been so scared in my life.

She stayed in the bathroom for a long, very long time, and there was no sound of the toilet flushing. This sent chills down my spine. Because I was certain she was checking herself. All

I could think about was Wenwen taking off her underwear and seeing semen mixed with bits of toilet paper flowing out from deep inside her vagina that I hadn't cleaned. After all, she was lying down when I cleaned her. Since the cleaning was interrupted by the torn toilet paper, there must still be semen inside.

I don't know if she would recognize it as semen if she saw the milky white liquid or smelled it. In any case, at least when I forced myself on her when she was little, she saw my semen and witnessed the whole ejaculation process, so maybe she really would recognize it.

I don't know what to do. All I can do is pretend to be stupid and protect myself. If she really comes to question me, I'll have no choice but to beg for her forgiveness in the end.

Because I didn't check the time, I had no idea how long she stayed in the bathroom. Finally, I heard a new sound, the sound of the water heater turning on, and then the sound of the showerhead rinsing.

I knew that Wenwen must be washing her genitals...

which meant that she must have seen something coming out of her genitals, otherwise, why would she take a shower so early in the morning when she doesn't have the habit of showering in the morning?

It was at this moment that I officially realized that I couldn't escape this time. She might not ask me directly, but she would definitely suspect me.

Then, after she finished showering, she came out of the bathroom, walked past my door, went to her room, closed the door, and didn't come out again. But I knew that perhaps I could hide for a while, but I couldn't hide forever; sooner or later I would have to face her.

That Sunday morning, in painful and fearful thinking, I didn't get up until after ten o'clock, trying my best to pretend I had just woken up. That way, if Wenwen came out and asked me, at least I could pretend I didn't know anything and act like nothing was wrong.

I opened the door, my heart pounding, and walked towards the living room. As I passed her room, I saw the light was still on through the crack in the door. I walked over, but she still didn't open the door to question me, which really surprised me. Because at that time, I thought maybe I was overthinking things, and she didn't suspect anything.

But to be more sure, after reaching the living room, I went back to the bathroom. And as I passed her door on the way, she still didn't react, which surprised me even more. Perhaps she was just taking a shower, and not because she found anything strange.

Finally, I went into the bathroom, picked up my toothbrush and towel, and began to wash my face. At that moment, I genuinely thought the matter would end there; she hadn't noticed, and she wouldn't question me, which reassured me considerably. But I was wrong…

After washing myself, I left the bathroom and headed back to the living room, where I saw her bedroom door was closed. I assumed she was still inside, but just as I stepped into the living room, the door opened, and she walked in carrying breakfast.

Wenwen looked startled when she saw me, and I was startled too by the sudden encounter.

She didn't say anything, but after all, she was my childhood friend, and I could tell from her face that she suspected something. However, I realized that she might not have a clear recollection or memory of what happened, which was why she hesitated to ask me directly.

Then, without looking at me again, she walked past me, carrying the breakfast she had sneaked out to buy while I was brushing my teeth and washing my face, and headed towards her room. I knew she was deliberately trying to avoid me, which was why she happened to leave while I was washing my face.

At that moment, a chill ran down my spine again. I had been far too complacent; she must have found something amiss in the bathroom. Whether it was bits of toilet paper or my semen, I knew I couldn't escape it.

Then, she stayed in her room all day. No matter how I pretended not to notice, or knocked on her locked door to check on her, she didn't respond…

And from that day on, Wenwen avoided meeting me. She never gave me a friendly look when she saw me, and her tone was harsh, which made me not only worried and afraid, but also filled me with even more self-blame.

The psychological torment I endured during this time was indescribable. It was a mixture of fear, tension, timidity, and the terror of not knowing what the day would truly bring.

I loved her deeply, I kept telling myself. But I kept asking myself, did I love her, or just her body? If I truly loved her, why did I do something like drugging and raping her?

Some say that appetite, sleepiness, the urge to defecate and urinate, and sexual desire are instincts that humans can never resist. I've never been able to resist my intense sexual desire. Since childhood, I've explored my sister's body, attempting to penetrate her vagina unsuccessfully, until now, finally drugging and raping her.

If God exists, I believe He would never forgive me. Because I can only go to hell, to be with the devil, to be destroyed by the fires of hell…

But sometimes I still think back to that night I drugged and raped her, the feeling of my penis inside her vagina. That feeling, once experienced, is unforgettable, and it's something that can never be satisfied by masturbation alone. So I desperately want to taste that pleasure again. I still have half a bottle of the sleeping potion, but I no longer have the courage to touch it, and I've hidden it deep in my drawer.

Yes, I've always longed for liberation, to escape this temptation, to leave this pain behind. But because I haven't had the courage to face this moment, I dare not end it.

Sometimes, ending something seems simple, but it's so hard, so incredibly hard…

For weeks after that night, I walked past her room and coincidentally encountered her walking out of her own room. She didn't want to look at me, just walked ahead of me as if I didn't exist.

Looking at her back, the intense pain and regret surged into my heart again. From childhood to adulthood, we've always been so close, never as terrible as this.

Looking at her back, I wanted to hug her, to make this nightmare a thing of the past. But I couldn't hug her, I didn't dare, I didn't even dare let her know I loved her.

I only dared to indulge my desires when she was unconscious; I was a useless coward, a phrase I've mocked myself with countless times.

At that moment, I was truly on the verge of being tormented by my conscience. I know this feeling is something I can never fully express in words, never finish writing about, and never be able to share with you all. It wasn't just about this rape of her; it was also about the many years of my constant crying out, my love for her, all my fantasies about her, and my search for liberation. All of this seemed to erupt because of this rape, and finally found its answer.

In the end, looking at Wenwen's back, she was my sister, she had always been innocent, a victim of my endless desires for years. Perhaps you don't understand, perhaps you don't believe, it doesn't matter; the human heart is inherently full of all sorts of voices.

And so, at that moment, I finally couldn't bear it any longer and bowed to the voice of my conscience...

"Wenwen... actually... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

Hearing me suddenly say these words, Wenwen immediately stopped and turned to look at me, her face quickly falling. Then we both fell into a brief silence…

She didn't say anything, but I knew she understood what I meant.

I'll always remember Wenwen's expression at that moment. Her expression shifted from initial suspicion and impatience to shock, then from shock to extreme worry and fear.

After a long while, Wenwen finally blurted out these words to me: "…Did you do anything to me?!"

Perhaps she was asking me, but I knew she just wanted a definite answer.

At that moment, I didn't know what to say. Did my brother really insert his penis into her vagina and ejaculate inside? Or did he accidentally leave some toilet paper inside her vagina while cleaning?

So whatever it was, I couldn't say it, and I couldn't bring myself to say it…

But for Wenwen, I understood; I didn't need to say anything, she would know what I wanted to say. From her expression, as if a sixth sense had struck again, I knew she had also discovered everything I had done to her. No, she had already discovered it; she just wanted to confirm it with me.

"...Really! I was just curious at first! Just like that time with Grandma! I really didn't want to hurt Grandma! I just couldn't control myself..."

"You...how could you really do this to me...?! I'm your sister!!"

"These past few days I've felt so sorry for Grandma...and these past few years, I've been feeling terrible..."

"I'm your sister!!" She screamed hysterically, then tears streamed down her face: "I'm your sister!!"

I'll always remember that moment when her tears fell...

That whole night, I knelt in front of her door, listening to Wenwen crying alone in her room.

Occasionally, she would open the door, tears streaming down her face, and curse me a few times, then run past me without another glance, running into the bathroom to shower. Sometimes I could still hear her crying amidst the sound of the water. I knew she wanted to wash away the filth I had brought upon her...

I understood that my misplaced love and lust for my sister was the biggest culprit that had turned us into this.

Perhaps at this moment, the desires of the past few years can finally be released. But I will never forget this mistake, it was my own doing...

and it will forever haunt me with self-reproach...

Chapter 27 based on true story

It was a bathroom, the entire floor made of a single piece of black stone. A layer of plastic mats made of many small crosses covered the floor. The walls, extending upwards from the floor, were also made of black stone.

This bathroom had no windows, and the door was a heavy, sturdy wooden door like those in ancient times.

Inside the bathroom was only a large square bathtub, also made of black stone, and it connected naturally to the walls and floor, as if it were one with the walls and floor.

Suddenly, I remembered that this was a hot spring resort somewhere in Beitou. When I was a child, my parents often took us here to bathe in the hot springs.

I walked into the bathroom and saw Wenwen wearing a dark blue one-piece swimsuit, sitting on the bathtub with her legs hanging naturally. She looked at me shyly and with a smile, and crossed her calves slightly.

I couldn't help but look at her mature body, following her full breasts, and then seeing her genitals between her legs. Suddenly, I felt my heart race and my penis began to harden.

I locked the door and went inside, standing before her. As if completely driven by instinct, I opened her shy legs without thinking. I moved closer to her, using my body to spread her legs, and then touched her breasts through her swimsuit. She just smiled shyly yet seemingly happily, saying, "Brother...no..."

At that moment, my lust was completely aroused, and hearing her say no while her face showed a shy yet happy expression made it even harder for me to stop.

Then I pulled my hands to the bottom of her swimsuit, to the triangle between her thighs and pubic area, and quickly pulled my fingers down, then immediately pulled it to my right, letting the swimsuit slip between Wenwen's thighs and buttocks, exposing her entire vulva to me.

I kept telling Wenwen, "Wenwen, just let your brother insert it once, just once, just once..."

But Wenwen still smiled shyly and said, "Brother... no..."

Then I ignored her, took off my pants and underwear, aimed my glans at her vagina, and forcefully inserted it.

The feeling that followed was something only those who had truly experienced sex could understand, and would never forget. My heart was pounding so hard, because nothing could compare to the pleasure of sex…

Finally, I began thrusting violently, and then a few seconds later, I suddenly opened my eyes to find myself in complete darkness. The hot spring bath was gone, Wenwen was gone, and I didn't know why I was lying on my side.

At that moment, I didn't understand what was happening; I was just wondering why Wenwen had disappeared. Wasn't I making love to her? Then, I realized it had all been a dream… a cruel dream…

Ever since that day when I couldn't bear the torment in my heart and told her the truth, sometimes I would hear faint sobs coming from her room. Every time I heard it, my heart bled.

I couldn't comfort her because I was the one who had hurt her so badly. I didn't beg her not to tell her parents or go to the police. Because I knew that I didn't deserve her forgiveness for what I had done to her.

Then, as the days passed, she cried less and less, as if the pain in her heart had subsided. This was my slightest comfort during that time.

She didn't leave this dangerous home or leave my side; she continued to live under the same roof as me. Perhaps because she was still a third-year junior high school student, she didn't have independent financial means, and she had nowhere else to go. She simply continued to go to school during the day as if nothing was wrong, and then lock herself in her room at night, completely refusing to see or speak to me.

Several weeks had passed since that day. I thought things would just fade away peacefully, but I was wrong...

because I received a call from the school, from her homeroom teacher. At first, I thought Wenwen had finally told the teacher about what I had done to her, which was why the teacher had come to her door. Or perhaps, the police were already on their way to arrest me. But after calmly listening to what the teacher said, I didn't deny it; I was very surprised by what she told me. Because she told me that Wenwen's grades had plummeted recently, and she had suddenly become very introverted and silent. Her classmates were very worried about her, and she hadn't been to school for two days in a row, not knowing if she was sick or what.

From childhood, Wenwen had always been a well-behaved and obedient child, requiring no one to worry about her in any way. Now, she had skipped school for two days in a row, and no one knew where she had gone.

I immediately knew it was all my fault; I had made her start to give up on herself. I had been worried she might harm herself, but I never imagined she would do it this way, so I hadn't paid attention to these things. Finally, I lied to the teacher, saying she hadn't been feeling well for the past few days, and hung up the phone.

I was extremely worried and didn't dare go out to look for her. I didn't know where Wenwen had gone for the past two days. Even if I went out, I wouldn't find her, so I could only stay at home and start overthinking.

Had she started hanging out with other delinquent girls? Or was she doing something else that would harm herself?

I was so anxious I almost cried. After all, she's my younger sister, the person I love most. If she did something to hurt herself because of me, I could never forgive myself…

I kept praying she wouldn't do anything bad, and I felt even more guilty for everything I'd caused.

Finally, around six o'clock, the living room door opened from the outside. Wenwen glanced at me, then looked away and started taking off her shoes. I immediately got up from the sofa and went to her.

“Your teacher called today and told me about you. Where have you been all day?”

She didn't answer, just took off her shoes and went down the hallway.

I asked her again, but she still ignored me.

Finally, I grabbed her arm and yelled, “Where have you been all day?!”

She immediately roared back like a volcano erupting, “What does it have to do with me?!”

I was truly shocked. She had never been so fierce to me before, and I was momentarily speechless.

She broke free of my hand and headed back to her room. I immediately followed her into her room and stood in front of her.

"Wenwen, your brother is really worried..."

Faced with my sincere question, she just looked at me coldly and replied simply, "I don't want to go to school these two days, I just want to go shopping in Ximending, is that not allowed? I'll go to school when I want to, so leave me alone."

I didn't know what to say to her, so we fell silent together. Suddenly, I realized she seemed to be sulking. At the time, I didn't know what she was sulking about, but I knew I couldn't back down now, otherwise she would definitely go astray, and I would regret it for the rest of my life.

"Okay, then your brother won't go to school either, and will stay with Grandma all day."

When she heard me say that, I will always remember her originally cold face turning red with a hint of anger.

"If you dare, I'll tell Mom and Dad what you did to me!"

"Wenwen, it's okay if you tell Mom and Dad, the police, or the teachers what I did to you... I've been feeling really guilty... I really want to tell you, no matter what happens to me, as long as you're safe and sound..."

Then, we remained silent for the rest of the day, not saying another word...

Finally, she broke the silence and coldly said that she would go back to school the next day.

I was still worried and didn't sleep all night. The next day, Wenwen indeed got up early and went out. I secretly followed her until I was sure she had entered the school before I felt relieved.

I followed her like this for several days, and the teacher didn't call home again, so I believed that Wenwen would eventually listen to me and go back to school, putting my mind at ease...

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