[Urban] Me and My Sister Wenwen (Complete) - 6

Chapter 34

One night, I entered a dream.

In the hazy dream, Wenwen sat before me, a shy smile on her face, a mixture of unease and doubt. She told me softly that, according to traditional Chinese marriage customs, her parents, through a matchmaker, were about to arrange her marriage…

Yes, the dream was absurd, but the meaning it contained was the most shocking moment for me, directly shaking my entire soul.

My world began to crumble, out of control, unbelievable that she would leave me, marry someone else, and become a part of my memories.

I asked her, “Does Grandma know her? Does Grandma love her? Is she really willing to marry her?”

She only told me helplessly, “I don’t want to either, but it’s my fate…”

I went to the other party, asking them to end the engagement; but they only mocked me, mocking my love, as if seeing through my heart, ruthlessly revealing all the unspeakable secrets in my heart, mocking my love for my sister.

At that moment, I channeled all my grief and anger into violence, becoming a beast, beating everyone who appeared in my dreams, just to protect her, to keep her by my side forever, never to leave.

I cursed the heavens, I cursed the earth, I cursed everyone, blaming them for everything; but I knew they were not wrong. Marriage is a natural law, and I could not accept losing her.

This only intensified my sorrow and anger…

When I woke up and realized it was a nightmare, a wave of powerlessness and sorrow immediately washed over me.

I cried, because of my own helplessness, my insignificance and despair under the collective norms of this society.

For a long time, I tried to distinguish whether what I felt was love or lust.

I gradually realized that this was a difficult thing to distinguish, or perhaps impossible. After all, humans are forever driven by desire, by the longing to love and be loved…

At that time, I longed to see her, to see her figure before me, to stay by my side, as if she would never leave me. So I quietly got out of bed and went to her room.

At that moment, I didn't care whether it was late or wrong to casually enter her room again; I only hoped to find peace with Wenwen.

I quietly opened her door and saw her sleeping peacefully, facing the inside of the bed, her back against the edge. Her right leg was bent forward, pulling up the hem of her t-shirt, revealing her underwear and the entire cleft of her buttocks.

Looking at this scene, many memories resurfaced in my mind.

In her room, on her bed, when I was a child, I had secretly climbed up and lay down next to her, placing my erect penis between her buttocks, only to be discovered when she woke up and took it in her hand.

More than half a year ago, I had also sneaked into her room like this and masturbated next to her.

A few months ago, I even used a date rape drug I bought online to feel and enter the most private part of her body...

At this moment, I wasn't driven by desire, but simply seeking peace of mind, to be sure that she would still stay by my side.

I carefully climbed onto her bed, then wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, not caring if she woke up, not caring if she scolded me. Because I love her so much, I can't lose her. I just experienced the pain of losing her in my dream, and I don't want to go through it again.

Wenwen did wake up, startled to find me lying beside her, embracing her.

"Wenwen... Brother is so scared. I just dreamt that Grandma was going to leave me forever... I'm so scared... I'm so scared..."

She initially tried to push me away, but hearing my words, she didn't move.

She didn't say anything, just quietly let me hug her from behind, occasionally turning her head to look at me. I believe that because I didn't make any inappropriate moves, she didn't resist. But I know she must have been very nervous, very afraid of what would happen if I made any further advances.

For me, it was a completely peaceful and serene moment. Smelling her hair, her room filled with her fragrance, the palpitations from the nightmare seemed to vanish without a trace...

That night, I held her like that, drifting off to sleep again in an indescribable peace, no longer afraid that she would leave me.

Chapter 35

Long, long ago, a year or two before we started our forbidden games, when we were very young, Wenwen always liked to follow me around, constantly calling me "brother" and wanting me to take her to play.

I remember one time, because I was annoyed by her always following me around, and didn't want her to bother me anymore, I stepped into the room and, without saying anything, suddenly pushed her out and tried to slam the door shut. But because I pushed her, she instinctively grabbed the door frame to avoid falling, and in doing so, her fingers were caught hard in the door I slammed shut.

Wenwen immediately burst into tears, looking at me with snot and tears streaming down her face, as if she didn't believe that I had just intentionally hurt her, that I had just accidentally pushed her and happened to close the door. So she kept crying to me, "Brother! It hurts!! My hand hurts so much!!" as if hoping I could find a way to make her pain go away...

Of course, I couldn't, and this was pain I had inflicted on her; all I could do was let this pain become a deep mark in my heart, forever punishing myself.

Whenever I think about this, no matter how old I was, my heart aches, and I want to hug Wenwen tightly and tell her about my sadness and regret.

Then, I don't know when it started, but my parents were often away from home because of work, and Wenwen's dependence on me grew deeper and deeper. Sometimes at night, I would be awakened by her crying and rush over to hug her and comfort her because of her nightmares.

Then, when we were a little older, one night I accidentally turned on the channel and saw porn, and I began to explore my sister's body step by step out of curiosity.

At first, it was the toilet, then the bathroom. While showering, I explored her female body with tension and excitement, while Wenwen looked at my penis and touched it curiously. Finally, I even made her stick her butt out high and lie face down on the bathroom floor, wanting to secretly insert my penis into her vagina in this position...

At night, porn on TV could no longer satisfy me, so I would look at my sister sleeping on the other side of the room, walk over quietly, pull aside her panties, and touch or press her labia with my fingers. Finally, I climbed onto her bed, pressed myself against Wenwen who was sleeping on her side, and placed my penis between her buttocks.

She discovered this and grabbed my penis, which led us to start playing a forbidden game. At first, it was just about exploring each other's bodies and changes while sleeping at night. Eventually, I tricked her into playing a "riding horse" game with me, using the opportunity to mimic sexual intercourse by rubbing our genitals together.

At first, we were wearing pants and underwear, but then I pulled my penis out from my pants leg and rubbed it directly against her underwear. Wenwen was still innocent and didn't realize this was wrong; she just obediently let me play the "riding horse" game with her and, with my half-hearted resistance, gave me oral sex.

After we moved to separate rooms, I didn't play this game with her for a while. Until one night, when my parents weren't home, she went to the bathroom and, still half-asleep, wandered into my room, not realizing it wasn't her room anymore. I decided that night to insert my penis into her vagina and experience the feeling of sex for myself.

I asked her to take off her underwear, and she still didn't suspect anything. Then I pressed down on her, looked into Wenwen's innocent eyes as she gazed at me, spread her legs, brought my penis close, and began to insert it into her vagina...

Although I ultimately failed due to lack of experience and knowledge, it made me feel that sex wasn't so comfortable, so I didn't violate her like that for several years.

Years later, when I was in junior high and Wenwen was in elementary school, my sexual desires were rekindled. I nervously lured Wenwen to my room and wanted to play the games we used to play as children. At first, she obediently sat on my penis, just like when we were little, with her hands on my chest.

I became increasingly unable to control myself. I pulled down her panties, took out my erect penis, and made her hold it in her hands. Then I made her stand up slightly, my penis facing her vagina, intending to forcefully penetrate her.

But because I was so aroused, only the head of my penis penetrated a short distance before I ejaculated violently into Wenwen's vagina, making sure she saw me ejaculate, and then wiping myself in front of her afterwards.

She cried out of fear, and I regretted what I had done to her again…

It was from this moment that I irrevocably realized I had fallen in love with my sister.

A few years later, one night while I was sleeping, I accidentally saw her mature body in her room. Unable to control myself, I sneaked in and masturbated beside her. Eventually, I even used a sedative to successfully have sex with her…

I can't fully describe the feeling of sex in words. If I were to say it was physically pleasurable, it wouldn't be quite like that. The physical sensation of sex is somewhat pleasurable but not overwhelmingly so, not at all as exaggerated as depicted in erotic novels or comics. It's simply the feeling of the warmth, curves, and peristalsis of a woman's vagina, and the slight pleasure of the glans rubbing against the vaginal walls.

The true pleasure of sex comes from within, the feeling of conquering a woman, entering the most intimate part of her body, or the subconscious desire to procreate finally being fulfilled. These emotional sensations are the key to the final climax. As long as there is emotional connection, even if the other person is just masturbating with their hands, one can experience pleasure no less intense than that of sex with genital contact. Because I have experienced this, I can say these things…

To say I regret it, sometimes I regret doing these things to my sister. But to say I don't regret it, I truly don't regret exploring my sister's body in this way. My brotherly love for her made me regret what I had done to her. But my romantic love for her made me want her even more…

That night, although I came to her room, perhaps because I had been sleeping alone for a long time, having someone else sleeping next to me felt very strange.

I slowly woke up and was startled to see a dark head in front of me. It was only then that I realized it was Wenwen's head, and I remembered running to her room to find her asleep because of a nightmare. It was also then that I noticed Wenwen was sleeping in my arms from behind, and my penis was instinctively erect, pressed against her buttocks. I

turned to look at the small clock on the bedside table and remembered it was around 4:30. I didn't know if she was awake, so I sat up to look at her sleeping face with her back to me. Her breathing was steady, her face was peaceful, and she was completely asleep.

At that moment, I didn't know how to react. Should I wake her up? But if Wenwen were awake, I probably wouldn't have had the chance to be so close to her body... I also realized that this opportunity might never come again...

Ever since that night I drugged and raped Wenwen, I've longed for an opportunity like this, to touch her body again. But because I was always afraid of hurting her and of not having the chance, I could only keep these thoughts to myself. But at this moment, perhaps because I had just woken up, and Wenwen was sleeping in my arms, it all felt like a dream. No matter what I did, as long as I didn't do anything that would get her pregnant, it would be okay. After all, I was also very afraid that she would get pregnant, so I wouldn't dare to actually insert my penis into her vagina now.

But I also knew that Wenwen might still wake up. When that happened, I could only do what I always did: talk to her nicely, ask for her forgiveness, and that should be fine...

Because it was still a bit warm at the time, the blanket was only a thin one. I slightly raised my upper body and lifted the blanket, looking down to see that her t-shirt was still covering her thighs. I was very nervous then, and I slowly pulled it up with my hands until I reached her lower abdomen, revealing her entire underwear.

I desperately wanted to touch her breasts or genitals, but I couldn't, because it might wake her. So I carefully pulled my penis out of my underwear through the leg of my shorts, feeling both excited and scared. I thought about how Wenwen was asleep because she trusted me, and I was doing this to her...

Looking at her sleeping face, I lay on my side and started masturbating with my hand on my penis.

I really wanted to place my penis on her buttocks like I did when we were kids. But then I was afraid she would wake up, so I just masturbated.

Perhaps because the slight vibration from masturbating with my hand was particularly noticeable on the spring mattress, Wenwen woke up soon after.

I didn't realize she was awake until she suddenly turned her head. She saw I was awake, and I didn't know how to respond, so I didn't say a word. She tried to turn around, but for some reason, I immediately pressed down on her shoulder with my right hand, pressing me down from behind just like when she helped me masturbate a while ago.

"…Brother?"

She was still confused, not understanding why I wouldn't let her turn around or stand up.

Because of this movement, I found that I could control her movements from behind and do more to her than just masturbate. So I didn't respond to her, but seized the opportunity, immediately grasping my penis with my left hand and moving my hips to guide it into her buttocks. She was already awake, and the masturbation I'd done a few minutes earlier had made me lose my senses, so I wasn't willing to give up this opportunity.

Wenwen must have only then realized that my penis was pressing against her buttocks and beginning to penetrate.

"Ah!! Brother!! No!!"

I could feel her tensely squeezing her thighs and buttocks together, trying to stop me from entering her cleft. But it was useless, because my penis wasn't between her thighs, but rather along the triangular path of her buttocks, so she couldn't possibly squeeze it.

When my penis was fully inside her buttocks, I knew that my glans was pressed tightly against her labia through Wenwen's panties. Plus, with the natural upward position of an erection, if there were no underwear obstructing it, and if I lowered my position a bit, I should be able to penetrate her vagina quite naturally… But I still didn't dare, because I was still afraid that Wenwen would get pregnant…

This feeling was strange; the warmth of Wenwen's genitals immediately transmitted to me through the glans. My entire penis couldn't help but throb several times… [Gift! Human First Oil Spray Male Delay Aerosol External Long-Lasting God Oil Adult Sex Toy Anti-Premature Ejaculation Click to Enter]

Because I didn't move for about a minute, Wenwen turned to look at me, her face showing a slightly frightened and terrified expression.

"Brother…"

she called out to me, a little scared and worried, as if hoping I would stop there.

But I had no intention of stopping; instead, I craved more, more, to fill the desire in my heart…

“…Wenwen, relax your thighs.”

“…No…Brother…”

“Wenwen, trust your brother, I won’t do anything to you.”

I kept telling her that I really wouldn’t hurt her, and she must have known she had no other choice. Finally, she managed to relax the muscles in her legs and buttocks.

I knew Wenwen must be very nervous, because I was too…

I started to pull my penis out from her buttocks. After pulling it out a few centimeters, I thrust it back in, just like the thrusting motion in the vagina during sex. After a few thrusts, Wenwen probably realized that I just wanted to masturbate like this, and didn’t really want to violate her or have sex with her, so I immediately felt her resistance lessen.

Although it couldn’t compare to the sensation of a vagina, her triangle area was still hot and felt a little tight.

I knew that my glans was rubbing against her vulva, and even through her underwear, she must have felt the clitoral pleasure. But she didn't seem to react, and in that situation, I was completely out of my mind, so without thinking, I asked her directly, "Wenwen... doesn't Grandma feel comfortable?"

She didn't answer me, but just kept her head down, nervously looking at her vulva.

"Brother, do you remember when we were little, we often did this? Grandma would tell me her body felt warm... that's actually a kind of pleasure... is Grandma not interested in this kind of thing anymore?"

Wenwen turned to me and answered when I mentioned this, "Brother... no..."

When she said this, her face was a mixture of complex expressions, confusion, fear, and worry, but not a strong refusal. I didn't even know if her "no" meant I should stop, or if she didn't want to experience pleasure and orgasm with me?

After a moment of silence, I could only ask her, "...Why?"

But she still looked at me and answered, "Brother... no more..."

"Didn't Grandma like to play like this with Brother when we were little?" "Why don't you want to now? Is it because I'm your older brother?"

At this point, another pang of pain shot through my heart.

Why? Why is Wenwen my sister? The woman I love most?

"...Wenwen, does Grandma really not like this? What happened when Grandma helped me masturbate before? Grandma didn't do anything, right?"

She didn't answer me, just kept looking back at me. Then, perhaps realizing I couldn't stop except for ejaculating, she turned away, wanting to silently wait for me to finish.

Sensing her thoughts, I didn't speak, continuing to thrust like a wild animal, trying to rub my glans against her clitoris to arouse her. But she didn't react, as if telling me a woman's sexual pleasure wouldn't be aroused so quickly.

I felt increasingly close to ejaculating. I thought about stopping to grab some toilet paper, but I quickly dismissed the idea, telling myself that even if semen got on the sheets, I could just wipe it off later. On the contrary, if I stopped now, Wenwen might lock the door, and I would never have this opportunity again...

“…Wenwen…I’m going to ejaculate…”

She didn’t respond, just remained lying calmly on her side.

Suddenly, on the verge of climax, as if driven by the instinct to reproduce, I gripped Wenwen’s arm tightly, shifted my hips downwards, and pressed the head of my penis against the labia of her panties, and began to ejaculate.

I ejaculated in throes, completely unaware of the danger of ejaculating in this position, only wanting to fully enjoy the pleasure of ejaculation and fill all the emptiness in my heart.

After the passionate ejaculation ended, I slowly withdrew my penis from her buttocks, and felt that unlike the tightness when I was thrusting in and out, it was now wet and slippery with semen. In the room, besides Wenwen’s fragrance, there was now a strong… The smell of semen lingered in the air.

After about ten seconds, as my reason returned from the intense ejaculation, I was again filled with dread at my actions of ejaculating against Wenwen's vulva. I thought that with her underwear in place, and not ejaculating directly inside her vagina, it shouldn't be too dangerous. But I also knew it would be best for Wenwen to go to the bathroom and wash herself immediately. However, she didn't react at all, remaining lying on her side with her back to me, seemingly unconcerned that I had ejaculated on her underwear outside her labia.

Looking at her silence, I suddenly felt an indescribable fear, as if I had hurt her deeply.

But thankfully, a few minutes later she simply asked me coldly, "…Brother…do you really love me? Do you really want to stay like this with me forever?" "

I never expected her to ask me that. After a few minutes of silence, I decided to answer her honestly: 'I really love you, and I want to have sex with you... but I know I can't... because you might get pregnant... so I can only do this...'

Then, Wenwen silently sat up on the bed, took off her semen-stained underwear right in front of me, and started wiping the semen off her thighs, completely oblivious to the fact that I was right next to her.

At that moment, seeing Wenwen's exposed genitals barely visible under her t-shirt, and her wiping there..." At her actions, I suddenly found myself speechless. Although this wasn't the first time we'd seen each other's genitals, further concealment was pointless. However, I was still somewhat surprised by her sudden change, as if she didn't care about anything.

After wiping herself clean, she didn't say anything, nor did she glance at me. She expressionlessly got out of bed, opened the door, and headed towards the bathroom. I quickly pulled up my pants, got out of bed, and followed her to the bathroom.

From inside, I could hear the sound of running water. Wenwen must have started using the showerhead to wash away my semen.

"…Wenwen?"

I cautiously knocked on the door, asking her, because I was terrified, terrified that she might do something rash because of what I'd done to her.

"What is it?"

Wenwen replied calmly.

"Are you sad, Grandma? Do you really not want Brother to do this to you again?" Then, there was only the sound of water in the bathroom ;

she didn't respond to my concerns.

Several minutes later, I knocked on the bathroom door again and called her name. Only then did she respond: "Brother, I'm fine, nothing will happen to me..."

Chapter 36

Because of my worry, I decided not to go to school that night, and if necessary, I didn't plan to go to school for the next few days either, wanting to keep an eye on Wenwen for any unusual behavior.

At that time, I was really afraid that Wenwen would start to fall into depravity again, or do something suicidal...

That night, as soon as Wenwen entered the house, I deliberately went over to talk to her, to check on her, and she calmly answered me before going back to her room.

I asked her with concern what she wanted for dinner, and then I went to buy it, and also bought her a lot of other things. My favorite drinks or snacks.

Then at nine o'clock, I knocked on her door, worriedly wanting to see how she was doing. Unexpectedly, she looked at me, was silent for a while, and then said, "Wait until I finish my homework..." Then she turned back to continue doing her homework...

At first, I was confused. Then I realized that she thought I wanted to ask her to masturbate again, which was why she asked me to wait until she finished her homework.

At that moment, I remembered what she said last night, and her calm behavior today wasn't because she was sad or anything, but because Wenwen had accepted the situation and was willing to do this with me... After all,

even if she kept refusing, I would still keep asking her, and she might have really come to terms with it after knowing the situation.

But at that time, I wasn't too happy; instead, I was a little scared because there were always many worries... But on the other hand, I was also really happy and looking forward to it. After all, if Wenwen was really willing, I could ask her to help me masturbate anytime in the future, without having to beg her or use semi-coercion like last night.

I waited until about eleven o'clock, which was almost time for Wenwen to go to bed, before slowly making my way to her room.

I knocked nervously, and after she answered, I opened the door and went in. The main light was off, only the soft nightlight on the bedside table was on. Wenwen was sitting on the bed, leaning against the bedside table reading a book. Then she put the book back on the bedside table and watched me enter her room.

I didn't say anything; the atmosphere was still a little awkward for me. After looking at each other for a while, I decided to go in anyway, and pulled back the covers to sit beside her. Wenwen remained sitting on the bed, watching me without saying a word.

Standing beside Wenwen, I couldn't help but gaze at the curves of her waist accentuated by her t-shirt clinging to her body, her full breasts, her fair neck and shoulders, her beautiful face… Then Wenwen met my eyes for a moment before looking away, her expression a mixture of embarrassment and shyness.

The silence lasted for quite some time; she seemed to be waiting for me to speak or make a move.

"Wenwen… is Grandma really willing?"

"…Brother, don't you want me to stay like this with you forever?"

Her straightforward answer left me speechless.

"Wenwen, is Grandma feeling very sad? Is it because I keep doing those things to her that she's like this? If so, I…"

At that point, I couldn't continue. Would I never treat her like that again? Would I leave her? Could I really do it? All I knew was that my love for her, my desire for her body, would never stop me…

“…If it’s just like the last few times, I’m fine…because you said you wouldn’t dare do anything that would get me pregnant…so if it’s just helping you…”

“Why are you suddenly willing to do this? Didn’t you always refuse before?”

“Actually, I’ve thought a lot lately…because you’re my brother…and you’ve always told me that you really want to do this with me because you love me, haven’t you? That’s why I thought of saying this last night…”

At that moment, overwhelmed with emotion, I couldn’t speak. Looking at her, she was still looking down at her intertwined fingers. I couldn’t help but hug her tightly, afraid that this was a dream and I would wake up soon.

She seemed a little lost in my embrace. But I believed that she could understand the love I wanted to convey to her from my hug…

Then, I let go of her, looked at her, and we were both silent for a while. Then I felt it was time.

"Wenwen...is it okay?"

I asked her nervously. Although I didn't say anything, she knew what I meant and calmly nodded in response.

At that moment, I felt another wave of nervousness. This nervousness was just like that night when I was about to have my first experience with Wenwen...

because Wenwen was only wearing that t-shirt, and her lower body was only covered by her underwear. So, under the covers, I started to take off my shorts and underwear. I took off my shorts and threw them on the floor next to the bed. Just as I was about to take off my underwear, Wenwen stopped me.

"Brother, can you wear your underwear?"

I was taken aback by her sudden request. She still had some reservations, so she hoped I would at least wear underwear. But to be honest, wouldn't it be the same if I pulled down my underwear and let my penis out?

"But what am I going to do if I wear underwear?"

After I asked, she became quiet again. I waited a while before taking off my underwear and throwing it on the floor.

"Brother, lie down..."

She still wanted me to lie down, just like the previous two times. She was probably still worried I wouldn't be able to control myself.

"How about I help you like this? You won't do anything to me, and I'm afraid you'll get pregnant..."

Then, seeing she didn't object anymore, I lifted the blanket, exposing my lower body beside her.

In the dim light, Wenwen kept staring at my erect penis as I sat cross-legged. Perhaps she had a girlish reserve, but undeniably, humans are naturally curious about sex. I was already exposed to her like this, so Wenwen couldn't help but stare.

However, I think it shouldn't be too shocking for her, because she'd seen enough when she was little, and I'd touched it several times until I ejaculated recently, so it shouldn't bother her much.

"I remember when you were little, you loved playing with your little penis, and you'd laugh and say it'd gotten bigger."

I said casually, but she just looked at me awkwardly and then turned away. At that moment, I regretted saying that, causing unnecessary embarrassment for both of us.

Honestly, the way she looked at me still made me feel uncomfortable, even making me feel like my body was some kind of terrifying, dirty thing…

“…Wenwen, this is your brother’s body, all boys look like this…”

Then, perhaps sensing my feelings, she turned back.

I reached out and held her warm hand, guiding her to hold my penis. She then began to actively masturbate me. But perhaps because this wasn't the first time she had helped me masturbate, the stimulation wasn't as intense as before.

As Wenwen sat beside me, masturbating with her hand, I reached behind her and hugged her, bringing her closer to my body and allowing her to experience this bliss.

After several minutes, I suddenly wondered what it felt like for her to masturbate me. So, after struggling for a while, I decided to ask her. After all, it wasn't a sensitive question, was it?

"Wenwen, can you tell me what it feels like to touch right now? I've always wanted to know..."

After I asked her, she told me after a while, "...rough...hard...warm..."

Then, after a pause, she added, "and a little sticky..."

These were answers I'd heard her give when I was little, but when I heard her say sticky back then, I thought it was strange, assuming it was from sweat or not having washed properly after a shower. Then I realized that the stickiness must be from the lubricating fluid coming out of the glans, which she must have encountered while masturbating me with her hand...

At first, I was a little worried that she'd think I hadn't washed properly, or that all men's genitals were this dirty and feel disgusted, so I decided to tell her anyway.

"...It's sticky because of the lubricating fluid coming out of the opening. It flows out like that during sex or masturbation...actually, girls have it too..."

I knew all too well. After all, the night I drugged and raped Wenwen, her vagina was wet and slippery. But I didn't dare say that, because it was practically our last, leaving only a painful memory for both of us. Plus, it was her first time, and I took it from her like that; I couldn't even imagine the damage I'd done to her. Luckily, she was naturally obedient, otherwise, I don't know what kind of girl she would have become.

She didn't answer me then, just listened quietly, her hand continuing to stroke me.

"Wenwen, what did you feel when you touched your brother's semen?"

"...Very sticky...and the smell was very strong..."

"Did you find it smelly?"

"No..."

It was only after hearing her say that I was certain. A man's hormones might not be something he himself would like, but for the opposite sex, it certainly wouldn't be repulsive; it might even be a very aphrodisiac smell.

"Then did you hate having your hands on it?"

"...It's okay, because it washes off easily with water."

Then, I didn't have any more questions for her, so I remained quiet and continued to enjoy the happiness of her helping me masturbate.

A few minutes later, Wenwen broke the silence and suddenly asked me, "...Brother, how do you feel right now?"

It must be because I asked her these questions that she wanted to know how I felt too.

But how should I tell her about male pleasure? Because pleasure is something that really can't be clearly explained verbally; you have to experience it yourself...

"Wenwen? Have you ever masturbated?"

I know asking like that was too direct, but it was the quickest way I could think of at the time, otherwise I wouldn't know how to tell her.

When I asked her that, her hand paused for a moment.

But based on her reaction, even if she didn't say anything, I was pretty sure she had masturbated. After all, it's normal for a girl her age to have masturbated a few times.

"If you've masturbated, you probably felt the same way I have..."

Although she didn't say anything, the conversation had already gone this far, and it had piqued my curiosity, and I thought this might be a good opportunity...

So after some deliberation, considering the possible consequences, and with my lust already overflowing, I boldly asked her: "Wenwen, how many times have you masturbated?"

She remained silent, so I continued to press her.

“It’s okay to tell your brother, since you’ve already done this for him, there’s nothing you can’t tell him, right?”

She still didn’t answer, so I kept asking her until she probably got annoyed and simply replied, “…just a few times…”

“Didn’t you feel good?”

“…Just a little bit…”

It was only after hearing her say that I understood she probably didn’t know how women should masturbate, which is why she didn’t feel much and only masturbated a few times. After all, from what I’ve read, female physiology is different from male physiology, so achieving sensation does require some skill.

At that point, I became curious again about whether she had experienced pleasure from my glans rubbing against her clitoris last night. So I asked her again, “Did you feel anything when I did that to you last night? When we played horsey games as kids, you would say your body felt warm.”

As usual, she tried to avoid the question with silence. I kept pressing her for answers, and she finally managed to reply, "I just feel a little warm, but it's not very comfortable..."

Hearing her say that really discouraged me. Last night, I kept trying to rub her clitoris, but she still didn't seem to feel anything. It really hurt my male pride. But at least, she wasn't completely numb.

At that point, I got carried away and said to her, "How about I help you masturbate, brother?"

I was really caught up in the conversation and got quite emotional, so without thinking, I placed my hand on her kneeling, white thighs to see if I could actually help her masturbate, and thus directly touched her genitals.

I didn't expect Wenwen's reaction to be so intense. As soon as I touched her thigh, she immediately released her grip on my penis, forcefully pulled it away, and shouted nervously, "Brother, no!!"

Sometimes I really don't understand her thinking... She was already helping me masturbate, and I just touched her thigh, and her reaction was so intense. I was genuinely shocked by her intense reaction and didn't know what to say.

"Wenwen, I'm sorry... I was just joking..."

How could it be a joke? It was just an excuse. I really got carried away... That night I apologized to her several times and said a lot of nice things before she continued to masturbate me with her hand.

Then we were both extremely awkward and didn't say anything... Actually, I didn't dare to say anything more...

Finally, when I was about to ejaculate, although I didn't say anything, perhaps because of some instinctive reaction from my penis, Wenwen knew first and broke the silence by saying to me: "Brother, toilet paper..."

Of course I knew I needed toilet paper, otherwise it would stain her sheets again. But I really couldn't stop now, otherwise the urge to ejaculate would pass and it would take a long time. So I honestly told her: "I can't stop now, otherwise it will take a long time... Please cover the glans with your other hand first..."

She looked at me awkwardly for a while, making sure I was serious, and then she really covered it with her left hand.

I was about to climax and couldn't hold back any longer. I put my hand on her neck and shoulder, rested my head near her ear and hairline, and told her I was going to ejaculate and asked her to move her hand faster. Then, not long after, I began to ejaculate violently...

I looked at Wenwen's face, while she stared intently at the head of my penis, completely unaware that I was watching her. After all, not counting the time in junior high when I only saw the final ejaculation stage, this must have been the first time Wenwen had seen a boy ejaculate so closely from beginning to end. Otherwise, the previous times she had only felt it with her hand or only ejaculated inside her thighs, which is why she was watching so intently.

After my violent ejaculation, I was almost exhausted again. I leaned against her, feeling my heart pounding and smelling the thick scent of semen.

I watched as she released her hand from my penis, which was covered in semen. Her left hand, which had been covering it with toilet paper, turned its palm like a bowl to catch something, and it too had caught a lot of semen inside.

At that moment, seeing Wenwen's hands covered in my semen, I felt a strange, inexplicable sense of satisfaction and happiness.

But a few seconds later, some semen started to drip from between her fingers, potentially onto the bed, so she quickly stood up, wanting to run to the bathroom to wash it off. Seeing her in such a hurry, I didn't think twice and reached out to catch it with my own hand, following her to the bathroom without even putting on my pants.

We remained silent until she washed her hands and I washed my penis, then she went back to her room, told me to put on my pants, said goodnight, and kicked me out…

Chapter 37 :

From that day on, Wenwen and I grew increasingly intimate.

I don't deny that from the first time Wenwen helped me masturbate, my guilt gradually weakened. It was replaced by an indescribable, complex sense of happiness and an endless thirst for desire.

Morality, in this situation, was truly fragile. Perhaps in my heart, it still calls to me, reminding me that Wenwen is my own sister, that what I did was wrong, but I can no longer hear its voice…

The shackles of morality may cause me pain, but whenever I think of my love for her, that she is even willing to do this for me now, I feel that such pain is worthwhile.

To say that my heart is twisted, perhaps a little. But I am definitely not the kind of madman in society who would harm innocent bystanders. To this world, my only sin is loving a woman I shouldn't have loved…

Everything in this world may have limitations, but love can never be limited. Because I can no longer imagine a day when I no longer love Wenwen. After all, in this world, only love is truly free, existing forever without restraint.

I am willing to love her and protect her with my life. Even if I leave this world and go to hell to be punished for my sins, as long as I know that Wenwen is in danger, I am still willing to rush out of purgatory with my last remaining soul, just so that she can live a peaceful life.

This is my eternal and unwavering love…

I don't know what Wenwen's perception of love is?

Perhaps for her, love was still a pure and ambiguous concept. But to call it romantic love wouldn't be accurate... At that time, to her, I was ultimately just an older brother. The difference was that I was an older brother with whom she had shared considerable physical intimacy. Perhaps it was precisely this physical intimacy that made me love her more, more irrevocably.

Those days were truly blissful and sweet for me, like a newlywed couple. I was the husband, she was my bride, and we spent many joyful nights together.

Gradually, I could see that Wenwen had changed, or rather, become more mature and charming. Women who have had sexual experience really do change. This change isn't deliberate; it's a natural transformation of mind, body, and temperament—a transformation that words can't fully describe.

Sometimes at night, I would ask her to help me with this forbidden act, and other times we would just have a casual chat. But during that period, it was less frequent, only once every few days, as if we had already fully satisfied ourselves, and I didn't crave it as much as I did at the beginning.

That night, as usual, I went to her room to talk to her, telling her some interesting things that had happened to me and sharing them with her. As Wenwen listened, she always smiled, and she looked even more beautiful.

We talked about many things then: things happening around us, the past, the present, and even the future…

“Brother, I want to open my own coffee shop someday, the kind with a nice atmosphere… but I’m not very smart, and I don’t know how to make coffee, so I don’t know if the shop will even be successful…”

When I heard her say that, I can’t deny that I was quite surprised, because it was the first time I’d heard her talk about her future plans.

Wenwen is a gentle and obedient girl, but she’s definitely not the type to get high scores on exams. It’s not that she hates studying or has no interest in it; it’s just that she can’t remember many of the key points in her humanities subjects no matter how much she memorizes them; she never understands the algorithms in more advanced math, she’s not good at sports, and she’s completely clueless about chemistry… So at the time, I thought that this kind of future might really be the right one for her. After all, everyone has their own talents, and studying is not the only way out in life…

Then, I saw a beautiful future in my mind: if I could run this coffee shop with her, we could live intimately together again, without having to worry about the sensitive looks of others, or even not seeing each other for a long time, because we’ve both grown up.

"Wenwen... how about your brother and grandma run it together?"

Then, she gave me a trusting smile and made that promise.

Perhaps for Wenwen, it was a simple promise without much thought about its underlying meaning, and for her, the future still seemed so distant. But for me, it was like an eternal promise; I would always wait for her...

Afterwards, we talked about many things, but nothing left as deep an impression on me as opening a coffee shop.

That night was a weekend night, which is why Wenwen and I talked until almost 1 a.m. I remember that I got thirsty while talking, so I looked at the small clock on her bedside table and realized we had been talking for over two hours.

I didn't say much, just told her it was late, got out of her bed, glanced at her, and walked out of the room. Wenwen knew I was leaving and said goodnight.

I remember running to the kettle to get some water. I originally intended for the night to end like that, but after a few sips of water, I remembered that it had been almost a week since I had slept with Wenwen, and I started wanting to again. Plus, tomorrow night is Sunday night, and Wenwen needs to get to school on Monday morning, so she can't stay up too late... Besides, it's normal for couples to have sex three times a week, and I've been doing it for almost a week...

So after putting the cup back, I went back to Wenwen's room and knocked on the door. She answered, so I opened the door and went in, closing it behind me. The room became even darker because she was getting ready for bed and had turned the nightlight down to its lowest setting.

Wenwen, who had already lain down, sat up and looked at me.

I felt really awkward at that moment, since I had just said I was leaving, but I came back... and I came back to ask her to do it for me, so I didn't know how to bring it up.

Wenwen looked at me for a while, and quickly sensed what I wanted to do, then showed an embarrassed and shy expression. But maybe because I had just talked to her and made her happy, I felt she was less resistant now; otherwise, I would have always felt somewhat resistant before.

It was already autumn, and the weather was getting colder, so I was already wearing long sweatpants. Wenwen, as always, was only wearing a t-shirt and underwear. The room had warmed up again, not as cold as when I had just opened the door.

Seeing that she had silently agreed, I nervously walked to the bedside, the spot where I had just been sitting and talking with her, and sat back down after lifting the covers.

I remember the atmosphere now was completely different from the relaxed and happy atmosphere during our earlier conversation. It was like before, when Wenwen wanted to help me, there was always a sense of tension in the air.

I didn't say anything, but took off my sweatpants under the covers and threw them to the floor. I did the same with my underwear.

At this point, my penis wasn't erect yet, so it was limp. I took her hand, reached under the covers to my penis, and let her hold it. It was only then that I started to get erect, and it grew bigger and harder in Wenwen's hand...

Wenwen quietly stroked it up and down with her hand, and I, as before, put my left arm around her from behind, rested my head on her neck and shoulder, and just like that, I hugged her.

As she stroked my penis, I would sometimes whisper in her ear, telling her how much I loved her. Like, "Wenwen, I love you so much...do you know that...?" or "You're so beautiful..." Some guys might find such words cheesy, but I really didn't. On the contrary, I always felt that being able to say these things to Wenwen was my greatest happiness. Wenwen never responded; she just listened quietly, never revealing her feelings or thoughts to me.

That night, Wenwen was stroking my penis like this, and it had been almost a week since I'd last ejaculated. Plus, for over a month she'd only been helping me masturbate like this, so I really started to crave something new and exciting, otherwise it was becoming too formulaic...

I struggled for a while, then leaned on her shoulder, looked at her, and called her name. Wenwen only realized I wanted to tell her something after I called her several times, not just calling her name casually.

"...Wenwen, would you like to lie down on the bed?"

She seemed a little surprised by my sudden request, and her hands stopped. After all, these past few days, I'd just been lying next to her, letting her masturbate me with her hand.

"I just want my little cock to be between your thighs like that night before..." It

was only when I wrote this that I realized I'd been referring to my penis as "little cock" in front of Wenwen, probably out of embarrassment, just like when we were kids.

Wenwen initially looked at me with surprise, and then neither of us spoke or made any moves. After a long while, Wenwen broke the silence: "But... if you do that... will I get pregnant?"

Wenwen asked me worriedly, but because I really wanted it then, I told her, "No way! There's no ejaculation inside the vagina, and you're wearing underwear, how could you possibly get pregnant?"

Of course, this was another lie. Even if you ejaculate through underwear, although the chance is slim, there's still a risk. But at that time, I was filled with desire, and Wenwen didn't really understand these things, so she must have thought, like in the sex education textbooks, that ejaculating inside the vagina would result in pregnancy, so I lied to her like that.

Wenwen was silent for a few minutes, then said to me again, "...Brother, would that be more comfortable? Wouldn't you have to keep moving? Like now, I only need to move my hand..."

"Because..." I paused, then decided to tell her the truth after a while. "Because that's more like making love with Grandma..."

After I finished speaking, she fell into an awkward silence again.

"Brother has always wanted to do this with Grandma... but I'm afraid Grandma will get pregnant, so I can only do it like this... okay, Wenwen? Grandma won't be hurt."

I quickly added a bunch of nice things. Because in situations like this, Wenwen usually agrees if I keep begging her.

She did speak up, but to be honest, I didn't expect her to say, "No... I'm on my period today..."

I won't deny it, I was genuinely startled when she mentioned she was menstruating. My first reaction was to back away. Then, I wondered if she was just making an excuse to avoid my penis touching her genitals.

But after thinking about it, I figured Wenwen wouldn't lie to me. After all, she'd never lied to me about this before, so I believed her.

"Are you using sanitary pads?"

She nodded shyly and awkwardly.

"Now?"

She nodded again.

I was silent for a moment, and then, seeing I didn't answer, she started masturbating me again. But at that moment, my mind was only focused on doing what happened that night, so I didn't have the energy to enjoy the pleasure of her masturbating me.

I felt a bit resentful and quite annoyed. But then I quickly realized that since she was using sanitary pads, even if I ejaculated, she wouldn't be in danger, right? And I wouldn't have to worry about getting her menstrual blood on me, wasn't that better?

“Wenwen, there are sanitary pads in the breast, so there’s even less to worry about getting pregnant. And I won’t get any menstrual blood on the breast, so it’s okay! How about we do it together?”

“…But…”

She was speechless at this point, and just looked at me awkwardly again. Plus, after our heart-to-heart talk, I was in a better mood, so after nearly a minute of silence, I knew she wouldn’t resist, and quickly put my arm around her shoulder, urging her to lie down.

Wenwen half-heartedly lay back on the bed, but still looked at me with some worry. I quickly reassured her, telling her to trust that nothing would happen.

Incredibly, seeing Wenwen lying flat under the covers beside me, I immediately felt a surge of lust and started to get nervous.

Just as I was nervously about to move, Wenwen asked me, “…Brother, should I turn around?”

She must have thought I was going to penetrate her from behind like that night, that’s why she asked me that. But that position was only used when I was forcing myself on her that night; there was no need to do it from behind in this situation.

"Just lie like this, Grandma."

Then I moved my body under the covers, straddling her, kneeling with my legs apart beside hers, elbows on either side of her arms, a bit like a doggy style.

I felt my legs together; Wenwen kept them tightly pressed together. She looked at me nervously, and looking at her from above gave me a strange sense of conquering a woman.

After getting ready, I told her I was going to slowly move my body closer, and after she hummed in response, I slowly lowered my genitals.

I remember at the beginning, my erect penis touched her, but I didn't know where it touched, so I touched it with my hand, and Wenwen told me it was her lower abdomen. I tried again, moving my position even lower, but still didn't succeed. Really, it was then that I realized this position was completely unsuitable for intercourse. Plus, the penis is naturally angled upwards, making it even more difficult to insert horizontally into the space of her genital triangle.

Finally, I said to her, "Wenwen, can you hold my penis with your hand to help me find the right spot? I can't see anything like this..." I was

really embarrassed at that moment... I almost couldn't bring myself to say it, having to ask the woman for help with something like this.

I felt her hand holding my penis, and then she started guiding me.

She held it, and I slowly moved my lower body closer. Finally, I placed my legs against hers, spreading them wide and straight on the bed, like the Chinese character for "person," and my glans finally felt the texture of her underwear.

To confirm, I asked her if it was here, and only after she shyly nodded did I confirm, and then I slowly began to insert it into her genitals...

At first, I kept watching her, while Wenwen's eyes were wide open with tension, knowing I had begun to penetrate.

I will always remember that feeling; it was indeed a sanitary napkin, and I could feel a layer of padding through her underwear, with a slight rustling sound of plastic.

Finally, my penis was fully inserted into her cleft, the scrotum resting against her thigh. I knew Wenwen must have felt it, but she still didn't say anything.

I started to pull my penis out a few centimeters, then repeated the insertion, like the movements of making love.

I didn't know what to say... The feeling of friction through the sanitary napkin was truly more elastic than the feeling of directly rubbing her genitals. ...And because of the friction against the sanitary napkin, there was a rustling sound.

After a few thrusts, I suddenly remembered that I had done this with her when I was a child. Back then, I couldn't penetrate her vagina, so I tried this method to experience the feeling of sex. But because I was young at the time, and I didn't understand and thought sex was tiring and uncomfortable, I didn't touch her for several years until I was in middle school...

Now, doing it this way, I can experience the stimulation even more. After all, I'm not an ignorant child anymore. My penis is so close to my sister's vagina, and she's willing, it's completely different from when she just masturbates with her hand.

I looked at Wenwen's face lying on the pillow in front of me, and kept imagining that it wasn't her crotch, but her vagina, and continued the thrusting motion. Then I heard the creaking sound of the spring mattress as I swayed, which aroused me even more.

Then my body inevitably got lower and lower, until finally my upper body was pressing against her, and I only noticed when she reacted.

"Brother—your body is so heavy—"

Because Wenwen has always been reluctant to let me touch her sensitive areas, such as her thighs or near her breasts, I've been avoiding touching her for a long time. At that moment,

I realized my chest had accidentally pressed against her breast, so I quickly stopped and propped myself up on my elbows, apologizing to her. Wenwen just said it was okay, seemingly not caring much.

When I stopped, I suddenly thought that if I touched her breasts, Wenwen probably wouldn't object too much, right? But I was also a little afraid she would resist fiercely…

In the end, I decided to ask her first, and if she refused, I would let it go.

"Wenwen…can I touch your breasts? Just once…just once." "

She was surprised when I said that. Then she didn't speak, but finally nodded.

So, I nervously moved my right hand towards her breast. Wenwen also looked at my hand nervously, seemingly still afraid.

When my fingers touched her breast, even through her t-shirt and bra, I felt a warmth that rose and fell with her breath. Wenwen trembled when I held her breast.

Although I had touched it the night I drugged and raped Wenwen, for several hours, it still felt the same now, still a little hard.

"Brother...you guys seem to really like touching girls' breasts. Why?"

When she asked me that, I really didn't know how to answer her. After all, breasts are just the most obvious sexual characteristic of women, used for breastfeeding, so I didn't know why boys would like to touch girls' breasts.

"Because boys don't have them themselves, right? And girls' breasts look sexy, so they want to touch them..."

I remember holding her breast with my palm and feeling its elasticity.

"...What did you feel?" "

She asked me that, but actually, we had already started asking each other how we felt about various things before this, which was a way of exploring this area together, so I wasn't too surprised.

'Soft and hard, with the warmth of milk, and very big.'

I told her that almost without thinking. "

On the contrary, lately I've felt that Wenwen's boundaries have been constantly shifting.

Perhaps she's aware of it herself; she's already helping me masturbate, so she's gradually become less nervous about things other than sex.

Therefore, when I tried to reach under her t-shirt to push open her bra and touch her breasts directly, she noticed my intention and immediately pressed her hand down.

"Brother, no! You said you'd just touch me!"

I quickly apologized again and took my hand out.

But I still really wanted to touch her, to hold her breasts while rubbing my genitals until I ejaculated, so I asked her again, "I really just want to touch you, can we do this until I ejaculate?"

At first she refused, but later she realized she couldn't refuse me, so she told me not to move my hand around.

I nervously placed my right hand on her left breast, supporting myself with my left elbow, and began thrusting.

Because it was so pleasurable and stimulating, I soon felt like ejaculating. Wenwen must have known I was about to ejaculate, because my thrusting became faster and faster.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore, so I forced my legs between hers. Wenwen didn't expect me to do this so suddenly; she cried out in surprise, probably trying to do something, but I suddenly and forcefully spread her legs apart again.

I pressed the head of my penis firmly against the opening of her vagina through her panties, and then began to ejaculate violently.

Because of this, Wenwen didn't speak to me for several days…

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