[Urban] Me and My Sister Wenwen (Complete) - 8

Chapter 42

During that time, not only was Wenwen worried, but I was also very nervous. The pressure of being afraid of getting pregnant was incomparable to anything ordinary.

She was sullen at home every night, and I almost never saw her smile. It was as if she had a thousand burdens on her heart. But she never blamed me, still believing that the condom had accidentally slipped off. Perhaps Wenwen couldn't blame me because I was, after all, her only brother.

Because of this, I felt extremely painful and regretful, and I didn't even know how to face her. I could only try to do things that would make her smile when she was in a bad mood. But in fact, these actions were completely useless to each other's feelings...

During that time, I thought carefully about what I should do if Wenwen really got pregnant.

Bringing a life into this world is not just about having sex and then having a child. The responsibility for this little life, the education and upbringing of this child, must be known and taken responsibility for. Moreover, children of blood relatives are born with many diseases. Therefore, if she were truly pregnant, our child, even if innocent, could never come into this world… because all that would be left for him, besides illness and the inevitability of early death, would be the stigma and judgment of the world.

A little over a week later, Wenwen came into my room, a relieved smile on her face, and told me her period had returned, which put my mind at ease.

Seeing that relaxed smile return to her face was truly heartwarming. Knowing she wasn't pregnant made me so happy I couldn't help but hug her. Having consummated

our marriage, according to ancient customs, we were already husband and wife. As the saying goes, "It takes ten years of cultivation to share a boat ride, and a hundred years to share a pillow." I believe Wenwen must have been somewhat aware of this as well.

From then on, Wenwen and I became much closer, and she seemed even more considerate towards me. Before I go to school in the morning, sometimes they will drag me out of bed and keep telling me, while I am still sleepy, not to squander the living expenses that my parents send us, to eat dinner properly before school, or to be careful when I ride my bike home at night, or even not to run around with my friends after school and to go home early. Then they will sweetly say goodbye to me and go to school.

For a while, I was really confused. She had never been so nagging to me before, showing concern as if she had become a haggard housewife. Perhaps people are right; when a woman has a man, and not a man she dislikes or hates, she will definitely change. Whether you call it a awakening of maternal love or the radiance of feminine tenderness, it's true.

But honestly, I was also very happy because it was the first time in my life that I felt intimately cared for. After all, maternal love and tender care were very distant memories for Wenwen and me... During

that time, I was in a particularly good mood at school, and my friends could tell. At first, they didn't say or ask me anything, but one of them couldn't take it anymore and asked me directly, "You have a girlfriend? You seem to be in a good mood lately."

I didn't know how to respond at the time, so I could only simply say, "Yes." "

Then they kept asking me which girl I was, which class I was in, or where I met her, and so on... I didn't answer them, just smiled. Because I knew the answer wouldn't be something they could accept, nor something I could easily say. So after they pestered me for a few days, knowing I wouldn't tell them no matter what, they quieted down and stopped asking me.

When I got home from school at night, if I found she wasn't asleep, I would go to see her. There wasn't anything really wrong, I just suddenly wanted to see her, care about her, and know she had a good day. Therefore, I went to see Wenwen more often, just like she did with me; I genuinely wanted to convey my smile." To be in her heart forever, to accompany her.

Strangely, sex was no longer important to me during that time. Occasionally, sexual desire would resurface, but I just wouldn't want to go to Wenwen again, as if I didn't want to hurt her, and I was content to take care of things myself.

Things changed again after that night of lovemaking with Wenwen, on Christmas Eve…

I'd heard that girls especially love Valentine's Day and Christmas Eve. Maybe it's because they feel so romantic, so they can't resist these days. Therefore, I started to worry, should I do something for Wenwen on Christmas Eve? But after thinking about it, I still felt it shouldn't matter, so I went to see her anyway.

"…Wenwen? Are you busy on Christmas Eve a few days from now?" "

I originally planned that if no classmates asked her out and were willing to accompany me, I would ask her if she had any places she wanted to go and then take her there. But I didn't expect that when she looked at me, she immediately knew what I wanted to say to her. Or perhaps, she already had the idea of wanting to spend Christmas Eve with me.

She gave me a pure and shy smile unique to young girls: 'Brother, will you come shopping with me? I want to buy something.'

I remember that on Christmas Eve, because it wasn't a national holiday, night school didn't have a break, so I had to ask the school for leave. I know I've asked for leave a lot, but because night school is always relatively lenient, and besides, I don't ask for leave every few days, the teacher didn't say much. But I think there must have been quite a few people asking for leave that night, after all, everyone must have known what they were going to do that night.

I waited at home for Wenwen to come home, and when she finally came home, she still went straight to her room to put down her schoolbag and take off her coat. I didn't urge her, because she must have remembered that it was Christmas Eve." On Christmas Eve, Wenwen wanted to go out with me, so I let her stay in her room to change or put on makeup at her own pace. I thought I could change in ten minutes, but Wenwen simply changed into casual clothes and came out a few minutes later, making it seem like she was urging me to hurry up and get dressed...

Before this, she hadn't told me where we were going, and I hadn't asked her, but I still drove her out, without needing to ask her anything along the way. I knew exactly where she wanted me to go with her; I guess that's what being a couple is all about. There's not much to say, just simple tacit understanding. Plus, we've grown up together closely since childhood, so guessing each other's thoughts isn't difficult at all.

Wenwen chatted and laughed with me the whole way, telling me about what happened at school that day, what her friends were like, or other random things. It felt like I was closer to her life, sharing her joys, but in reality, it's still her own life, and I can never truly step into it. But for me, just being able to listen to her share was enough... When

we arrived in Ximending, we still walked side by side in the crowd. Seeing couples in love ahead, leaning on each other, always made me feel a little lonely. Perhaps Wenwen was right beside me, but I knew we could never be like ordinary couples, holding hands fearlessly in front of others.

We are siblings, sharing the same blood and similar appearances—an indelible fact. Perhaps to others, we just appear as a brother and sister shopping together, and no one would think much of it, but I just couldn't forget it. It felt like everyone on the street was watching me, knowing about our past...

This pressure was terrifying, irresistible. Those who haven't experienced it will never understand such pain and sorrow.

Wenwen would go into every shop selling small plush toys and cute trinkets, and when she saw something she liked, she would happily show it to me, asking if it was cute. Sometimes she would buy it, sometimes not, and sometimes she would start haggling with the shopkeeper.

That night, she took me to a Western restaurant in the basement near Lai Lai Department Store. I think it was called Yang Yang, but I don't know if it's still there. If Wenwen hadn't led me in, I wouldn't have known it existed.

"Brother should like the pasta here. Friends who came with me before said it was delicious."

Knowing I liked pasta, she smiled and told me, and I could only smile back.

I remember the restaurant was nicely decorated, with separate smoking and non-smoking areas, which was quite rare a few years ago. The TV was playing a Michael Jackson music video, not anything related to Christmas Eve, which made a strong impression on me.

I ordered pasta and a drink, then Wenwen and I found a corner table for two, sat facing each other, and started eating.

"…What's wrong?"

I remember being asked by Wenwen halfway through the meal.

I looked up at her; she had already put down her spoon and fork, her eyes looking at me with a sad expression.

"…Do you find going out with me boring?"

"No, I always enjoy going shopping with Grandma."

"Then why aren't you saying anything or smiling today?"

I didn't answer her, just looked back at her.

Wenwen looked at me, then, knowing I didn't want to answer, quietly lowered her head and continued eating.

But I could feel that, unknowingly, I had hurt her, and we had hurt each other...

After we finished that meal, we walked out side by side again. But this time, I didn't want to see her so heartbroken. The sad expression on Wenwen's face because of me kept piercing my heart.

Finally, I reached out and gently put my arm around her shoulder from behind, just like countless couples do for each other on the street...

Wenwen turned to look at me, but she didn't say anything.

I looked at her, believing she already knew what I wanted to say, and all the pain in my heart.

There was no reason, and there didn't need to be.

Because I saw a warm smile on her face again...

Chapter 43

The stars in the sky shone brightly on this Christmas night.

Holding her beside me, I felt her warmth even more, the care she wanted to convey to me.

Why is a sibling relationship always not allowed by society? We didn't hurt anyone, we didn't harm anyone, we just wanted to live a peaceful life like a married couple with the person we deeply love, is that wrong?

Perhaps I'm still afraid of others' opinions, still worried that someone will see through my heart, but with her by my side, I no longer feel lonely and isolated...

She took me to the men's clothing section of Lai Lai Department Store and helped me pick out a scarf to buy for me, saying that I wouldn't be cold riding my motorcycle home at night with it wrapped around my neck. I felt so warm, as if all the care she wanted to give me was contained in this scarf. In the end, Wenwen bought me a light blue scarf. And I didn't know what to say, so I could only say thank you to her, letting her know how touched I was. Does

she love me too? Is it the love between siblings? Or is it romantic love? Or perhaps, she herself can no longer distinguish the boundaries between them?

Or perhaps, for us, this is the best...

"Wenwen, is there anywhere else you want to go? How about I take Grandma somewhere? It might be a bit far, but the scenery is beautiful."

She smiled and nodded.

So I wore the scarf she had just bought for me, feeling all the warmth, and rode my motorcycle with her through Taipei City, up to a night scene area near a famous university on Yangmingshan, looking out at the night view of the entire Taipei Basin.

The beauty of Taipei's night view can only be truly appreciated by those who have seen it with their own eyes. The dimly lit world is illuminated by distant lights. Whether it's billboards or the warm glow of peaceful homes, these lights add a touch of tranquility to this otherwise cold world.

When Wenwen saw the night view, she couldn't help but smile. Such beauty was something she had never seen before. And for a junior high school girl, there are so many beautiful places in this world she has never seen. If I could, I would always be with her, sharing this world with her.

Because it was Christmas Eve, there were more couples than usual, embracing passionately in the cold wind. At that moment, I still felt as if everyone was watching us. But it didn't matter anymore. I knew that as long as she was by my side, I would have more courage to face the world.

In the crowd, I found a spot for us and sat down. I spread my legs, took her hand, and asked her to sit on my chest and lean against me. At first, Wenwen was shy when she learned I wanted her to sit like this. But she still sat down, and like countless other couples around us, leaned against me, letting me hug her from behind. Still relying on your hands? How can that be pleasurable? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator, anime virgin physical sex toy, highly realistic genital shape! Inhaling and exhaling rhythmically, irresistible! Click to enter.

We didn't speak, just quietly watching the night view. Actually, there was no need to speak at this moment; our feelings must have been the same.

This is what they call love and romance, right? As if immersed in eternity, feeling our souls so weightless, intoxicated by purity.

"Wenwen, it's so good to have milk on Christmas Eve this year..."

She didn't respond, but I knew there must be a warm smile on her face.

I have prayed endlessly that she isn't my sister, that we don't have the closest blood ties, but can be like ordinary lovers, staying together and loving each other in this world...

But perhaps the fulfillment of this wish will bring me the pain of sorrow and loneliness. In the vast sea of people, I will find it difficult to meet her, understand her, fall in love with her, hold her tightly... Even if we meet by chance on the road, we will be strangers in each other's eyes, walking on different paths in life, insignificant fragments of life that will never be remembered.

And life is often like this…

I hugged her tighter, watching her hair flutter in the cold wind, inhaling its fragrance.

I wondered what she was thinking? Was she thinking the same things as me? Or about her own life? Or perhaps she was thinking of nothing at all, simply gazing peacefully at the night view?

“Wenwen…?”

“Hmm?”

She responded softly. I brought my lips to her ear and whispered, “…I love you, Grandma…”

I hugged her tighter, resting my head against the back of her hair, inhaling all her scent.

Wenwen didn’t respond, as always. Perhaps she didn’t respond because she felt no response was needed. Love doesn’t need words, nor can it be fully conveyed through language.

I stroked her hair, gazing at her white neck and shoulders, gently touching and caressing them with my fingers, as if they were works of art.

I began to kiss her, kissing her ears, her slender white neck, her heart, everything about her silent soul…

Heaven, please let this moment last forever, don’t let it end…

“…Brother, don’t kiss me anymore,” she whispered, hoping I would stop.

"Why?"

"People will see..."

I didn't respond, because no one really wanted to pay attention to us. There were many couples around us, immersed in a romantic atmosphere, passionately kissing each other, so my kiss with Wenwen wouldn't attract too much attention. But this was my first time kissing someone in public, and I felt a little nervous and excited, filled with deep affection. Wenwen must also be experiencing this kind of kiss in front of others for the first time, because she kept her head down shyly and awkwardly.

"...Brother..."

Following my kiss, she slowly relaxed her guard. Initially silent, she then turned her neck and shoulders, closed her eyes, and took my hand, as if she were immersed in love with me.

Then, with a passionate kiss, my desire for her resurfaced. Sex with love is the best aphrodisiac. At that moment, I felt my desire pressing against her full buttocks, slowly beginning to swell. I don't know if she felt it, perhaps she did, but she didn't say anything.

I endured for several weeks after that night, not contacting her, perhaps because of my guilt, perhaps because...

"Wenwen...?"

"...Hmm?"

she responded softly.

"I want..."

Chapter 44

Suddenly asked this by me, she paused, not responding. Perhaps she was guessing what I wanted? With my hand? Or lovemaking?

I put my mouth close to her ear and whispered to her: "Can we make love one more time? It's been several weeks... and I haven't looked for milk..."

"...Brother, no... I said it would only be once."

Although she said that, I hugged her tighter and rested my head on the back of her hair, smelling all her fragrance.

“Tonight is different. It’s Christmas Eve, and many couples end up like this…”

“I’ll get pregnant… I was so scared last time…”

“This time it definitely won’t, it won’t fall out again.”

I meant it. After the lesson from last time, I really didn’t dare to take off the condom this time.

She didn’t respond, but I felt that she wasn’t going to give in or struggle, but rather intended to deal with my request with silence.

So, I continued to persuade her: “Wenwen, let’s make love… that night your breasts won’t hurt much and there won’t be any bleeding, right?”

She didn’t speak again.

“This time it really won’t fall out, okay…”

She still didn’t want to. But perhaps the atmosphere had been too good all day, and Wenwen’s own thoughts had changed. In addition, she already had the experience of the first time, so she wouldn’t be as stubborn as a virgin trying to protect her chastity.

Therefore, after I persuaded her for ten or twenty minutes in the cold wind, she finally nodded heavily…

Although I was completely acting on impulse and hadn’t planned it beforehand, I was still very excited about making love on the upcoming Christmas Eve.

I quickly took her hand and weaved through the crowd. Even though it wasn't the first time, I could still sense her shyness. Whether we were siblings or lovers, it was already a blur for us at that moment.

On the way home, Wenwen, sitting in the back seat, still hugged me tightly, leaning against my back, sharing our warmth.

We got home after eleven. I remember Wenwen lowering her head, shyly telling me she was going to take a shower first, and then she took her clothes and went into the bathroom. It was then that I suddenly realized that because the next day was Saturday, Wenwen had to get up early for half a day of school. If she took half an hour to shower and then we had to make love, who knew how late it would go? Plus, I knew Wenwen was a heavy sleeper, and if she had to go to school the next day, she absolutely had to be in bed before midnight, otherwise she would usually oversleep and be late.

I could wait until Saturday night to make love with her, but that wouldn't be a special Christmas Eve…

So, I took a condom and went to the bathroom door to call her.

"Wenwen?"

The sound of the shampooing stopped in the bathroom.

"…What is it?"

"Can I come in?"

She remained silent, undoubtedly startled by my words.

"Don't you have class early tomorrow morning? Otherwise, if we make love after you shower, it might be past 1 a.m. by the time we finish…"

She remained silent, not responding immediately.

Perhaps she was thinking too. After a while, realizing I was serious, she answered, "…Brother, wait a few minutes."

Then, I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom, intermittently, stopping after a few minutes. A few more minutes passed before the bathroom door opened from the inside.

Wenwen stood in the bathroom, her body still slightly damp, wearing a t-shirt, shyly drying her hair with a towel, avoiding eye contact. She must have put her t-shirt back on after washing her hair, hence the dampness.

I stepped into the warm bathroom, closing the door behind me to keep the winter air out. I looked at Wenwen, who remained shy, her cheeks flushed, beautiful and adorable, continuing to dry her hair with the towel.

"...Grandma, sit on the edge of the bathtub, I'll dry you off."

Only then did she finally look up at me. She sat quietly on the edge of the bathtub, legs together, and handed me the towel.

I took the towel and gently dried her hair, being careful not to hurt her.

"...Brother has been so gentle with me lately..."

she suddenly said, which surprised me.

"But...tonight, Brother did it again..."

Hearing her last sentence, I didn't know what to say. Yes, she was right, no wonder Wenwen said that.

"Wenwen, will Grandma hate it when I want to do this with her?"

She was silent for half a minute before shyly smiling and answering, "...Because Brother really likes me, doesn't he..."

Yes, I truly love Grandma, forever... but I didn't say it aloud, just smiled at her, but I believed Wenwen would know, she definitely would...

Then, she told me her hair should be dry, so I stopped and put the towel in the laundry basket.

At this moment, I couldn't help but start to get nervous again. But I knew there was no time to be nervous now; I had to start taking off my clothes. Wenwen, on the other hand, seemed unaware of what I wanted to do. After all, there wasn't a place to lie down in the bathroom like a bed, so she decided to stand up first.

"Wenwen, you can just sit there; you don't need to stand up."

Hearing me say this, she sat back down.

"Are you wearing underwear now?"

I asked her as I took off my clothes. I figured she would never take off her t-shirt and be completely naked when we made love, so I just wanted her to take off her underwear like that night. Wenwen knew what I really meant, so she slowly put her hands inside her t-shirt and started pulling her underwear down from both sides, then hung it on the clothes hook next to her. At that moment, I also took off my underwear and started putting on a condom.

Her eyes were still fixed on me as I put on the condom, as if she was worried that I wouldn't put it on tightly enough and that it would fall off like that night. I didn't respond to her or say anything; I just put it on, came to her, and placed my hands on her knees.

"Wenwen, can you spread your legs as wide as possible? And stick your butt out a little more."

When I said that, she probably realized what I wanted to do. After she moved her butt, I slowly spread her legs wide with my hands. But she still seemed afraid I would see her genitals, so she pressed her hands against her t-shirt to cover them, not wanting to expose herself.

Seeing that she was wide enough, I stopped. Because the edge of the bathtub wasn't very high, Wenwen's feet were still just touching the floor. I slowly bent my knees, using them to press against the ground. Just as I thought, the height of our genitals was perfect, allowing me to penetrate her like this.

"Wenwen, can you pull your clothes up a bit? Otherwise, I really can't see."

Then, after struggling for a while, she slowly pulled up her hem, revealing her entire vulva and labia slightly parted by her legs.

I didn't say anything or make any comment, just grasped my penis and leaned closer. She watched all this with her head down and tense eyes. After all, we had been making love under the covers that night, so she couldn't see anything, just like me, and could only rely on her senses to know everything. It couldn't compare to the tension and excitement of seeing it with her own eyes.

I suddenly thought, should I do some foreplay first? But she definitely wouldn't like me touching her, so I stopped, picked up a small plastic basin from the floor, and scooped water into the bathtub filled with warm water.

"I'll rinse it with water first, so it'll be more slippery and my milk won't hurt so much later."

Then I rinsed my penis with water and carefully poured it on her vulva, being careful not to wet her t-shirt.

When the head of my penis touched her labia, her body involuntarily trembled with tension. Since I could see it myself, her vaginal opening wasn't hard to find. I quickly positioned the head of my penis on top of her, applying slight pressure to hold it in place, then released my hands and instead placed them on her slender waist.

I looked up at her, so close I could almost feel her warm breath and smell her fragrance. Wenwen kept her head down, her eyes fixed on her genitals, pressed tightly against my penis, as if connected by a bridge.

"Wenwen, my penis is already against the entrance of your vagina, it's going in."

Unlike the first time, I didn't finish my sentence before immediately inserting myself, wanting to give her time to react. But she probably had experience before and knew what it would feel like, so she didn't call out to me to wait. She just looked up, her cheeks slightly flushed, and gently hummed in response before looking down again.

I knew it was time to insert, so I gripped her waist even tighter and started thrusting my hips forward.

At first, I felt some resistance from her labia, but soon I felt myself sinking in, and then the entire head of my penis entered her vagina, and my whole penis began to slide in little by little. Similarly, her vagina began to contract slightly, squeezing my penis, and it was just as warm. I kept thrusting until I was completely inside her, our lower abdomens almost touching, before I looked up at her again.

She looked up at me then, and without me saying anything, she must have seen that I was all the way in. But she had been watching with her own eyes, seeing my penis enter her body. I wonder what she felt like? I think she must have been a little scared too.

"Wenwen, will it hurt?"

"...No."

"Then I'm going to start moving. " "

So, I slowly pulled my penis out a few centimeters, then slowly inserted it all the way back in.

At first, she looked down at my penis going in and out of her body. Slowly, she raised her head to look at me, and suddenly, without saying a word, she leaned her upper body against my chest, unzipped her t-shirt that she had been pulling up, and hugged me tightly, resting her head on my shoulder near my ear.

I was startled by her action and stopped thrusting, not knowing what was wrong with her.

"Wenwen?"

"…Brother…"

"What's wrong with your breasts? Does it hurt a lot?" She

didn't answer me, but hugged me tighter.

Suddenly, I understood her thoughts, all her emotions. Hugs need no reason, especially when you have someone in your heart.

I could feel her chest rising and falling with her breath beneath her t-shirt; it was the pulse of life, like her steady yet intense heartbeat, the warm stirring of life's channels, the language of the soul.

At that moment, we were not only physically united, but our souls were also gradually merging together, unwilling and unable to separate…

I pushed her further, gently, feeling all the peace and tranquility of Christmas Eve, and all the warmth and moisture of her body. As time passed, her feelings grew stronger, she would hug me tighter, breathing softly, lost once more in the hazy world of love and desire.

God created man, endowing him with pleasure, perhaps so that people would understand love-filled sex. It was so captivating.

The thought of my penis being deep inside Wenwen again made me move faster and faster, building up the pleasure and calling her name repeatedly. I wanted to remove the condom again, but then I remembered the fear of her getting pregnant, so I resisted and didn't take it off.

This time, our lovemaking lasted a long time, longer than our first time a few weeks ago. I don't know the exact time, but it was about 20 minutes. Honestly, it wasn't that I was particularly vigorous, but the condom was in the way. I guess I'm not suited to wearing condoms; aside from the pressure and warmth of her vagina, I don't feel much.

Her orgasm finally came. I felt her vagina contracting and relaxing more intensely than usual, stimulating my penis even more, and she held me even tighter.

"…Brother…please stop?"

she whispered in my ear, her voice growing louder, as if she couldn't bear the pleasure any longer. But I didn't stop, because for both of us, pleasure shouldn't stop.

"…Brother…stop…stop!" "

I could feel the muscles in her body, arms, and thighs tensing up, as if she was trying her best to hold back.

'Wenwen, this is what the pleasure of sex is like. Just bear with it, I'm about to ejaculate too.'

After I said that, she didn't say anything, but just hugged me tighter, waiting for me to release my essence through the condom. But that was just comforting and lying to her, because with the condom on, there was still some time before the pleasure of ejaculation.

I thrust harder, from slightly withdrawing and then inserting again, to withdrawing deeply and then inserting completely, her body swaying backward with my thrusts.

For a pure girl in her third year of junior high school, almost 15 years old, and who had never experienced an orgasm, the stimulation of pleasure was really a bit unbearable.

But less than a minute later, she probably realized that I still didn't seem to be about to ejaculate, and finally couldn't help but shout again: '...Brother...I don't want to anymore!!'" "

She must have finally succumbed to the waves of pleasure, because she stopped holding me, left my embrace, and started pushing me away with her hands and kicking her legs wildly. But because of her kicking, the muscles in her vaginal walls were engaged, which actually gave me even more pleasure.

I was genuinely shocked; I hadn't expected her to resist so fiercely. I thrust in all the way again and then stopped, holding her tightly.

'Wenwen, Wenwen, calm down, listen to me!'

I called several times. And since I had stopped thrusting and lost the source of pleasure, she finally calmed down, letting out a sigh of relief.

She looked at me, and we looked at each other. The bathroom was stuffy, and we had just had such intense lovemaking, so her face was covered in sweat.

Then, like a deflated balloon, she leaned back into my arms, breathing softly…

'Wenwen, do you really dislike the feeling of orgasm?'" She

didn't answer me verbally, only nodding slightly with her forehead resting on my shoulder.

I knew she didn't dislike it, she just wasn't ready to accept such an intense feeling. Suddenly, I didn't know what to do either. Because of her like this, I didn't dare to continue...

"...Wenwen, will your breasts really not be able to take it? But brother needs to ejaculate before sex will end..."

After a long while, she finally answered me, seemingly having calmed down a bit: "...Can't we go faster?"

I knew that when she said "faster," she didn't mean I should move faster, but rather that I should ejaculate faster. But I just couldn't do it, which is why it's been so long.

"Because of the condom, I haven't been able to feel any pleasure, and I can't ejaculate..."

She didn't answer me, as if she didn't know what to do next.

Since not using a condom didn't work, there was really no other way.

If she switched to using her hand to masturbate me, it would defeat the purpose of sex, and I couldn't just say that she would always use her hand when she couldn't handle orgasms. That way, Wenwen would never truly experience sex and would develop a habit of using her hands to avoid it.

Oral sex was even more out of the question; not many girls like oral sex, let alone Wenwen.

As for calculating the safe period, I didn't know how to do it back then.

If it's withdrawal, then it's the same as not using a condom...

And speaking of which, it suddenly reminded me of...

"Wenwen, can I not use a condom?"

"...No, you'll get pregnant."

"After you ejaculate, stand up immediately, so the semen will flow out right away and won't stay in your vagina. And since we're in the bathroom, you can immediately turn on the shower and rinse yourself with warm water, and you shouldn't get pregnant."

She fell silent, probably thinking about the method I told her.

"...Will this really prevent pregnancy?"

To be honest, it sounded like it might work, but I wasn't sure. I thought there would still be some risks. But at the time, besides condoms and birth control pills, I didn't know much about this kind of thing, only some basic sex knowledge. And last time she immediately ran to the bathroom and rinsed herself with hot water, and she didn't get pregnant, so I naively thought it should work.

"Last time you rinsed yourself with warm water right away, and you didn't get pregnant, right?"

Then, she finally believed what I said and asked me to let her take off the condom.

After I pulled out my penis, I immediately took off the condom, then held it, placing the head against her labia before slowly inserting it.

Without a condom, the feeling was definitely different…

I remained still for a while, but I could already feel some fluid starting to seep from the head.

Wenwen, probably seeing I wasn't moving, asked, "Brother? Is it better if you don't feel anything?"

Better if you don't?

Honestly, it was incredibly pleasurable… I hadn't moved because I wanted to savor the feeling…

"Wenwen, I'm going to start now. Be patient with the pleasure; I'll really ejaculate very quickly this time."

"You have to leave quickly after you're done."

She anxiously reminded me to leave quickly after ejaculating so she could get up and clean up.

I started thrusting, and the feeling was doubled. Wenwen continued to hold me tightly; besides the pleasure, she must have been worried about cleaning up after I ejaculated.

I started holding her tightly and thrusting my lower body more vigorously into her vagina, shaking as if I were pounding.

Not long after, my entire penis felt tingly and itchy, and I felt like I was about to ejaculate. Wenwen must have sensed the change in my penis and knew I was about to ejaculate, because she couldn't help but nervously remind me to leave quickly after I ejaculated.

I noticed her hand moved to my chest, as if ready to push me away at any moment. I stopped hugging her tightly, leaned back about ten centimeters away from her body, and my hands, which had been wrapped around her back, moved downwards, tightly gripping her buttocks.

I looked down, and Wenwen looked down too, watching together as my penis thrust in and out of her vagina.

"Wenwen... I'm going to ejaculate..."

Then, the time came, and I remained still, thrusting and ejaculating until I reached the deepest part of her vagina. She must have felt it, as the older brother, releasing the essence of life into his younger sister's body again... but the thought of my semen inside her was strange.

Just as I finished ejaculating and tried to pull out, Wenwen nervously pushed me away. We both saw it; as soon as my glans left her vagina, milky white semen flowed out, and it had a strong smell.

Wenwen immediately stepped into the bathtub, picked up the showerhead, turned on the warm water, and started rinsing with her back to me.

This time she wasn't as nervous as last time; after all, she was mentally prepared, and she believed that rinsing it off immediately would prevent pregnancy, so she wasn't afraid of getting pregnant.

Because of this incident, I spent several days at the library researching how to calculate a woman's safe period. And after reading the book, I discovered that Wenwen was lucky this time and didn't get pregnant afterward, otherwise it would have been very risky... But even this time, there were only three instances of intracavitary ejaculation, and each time there was at least a month between ejaculations... Anyway, these are all digressions.

Looking at her back, I couldn't help but hug her tightly from behind. Wenwen didn't mind me hugging her like this, and being naked. I felt she was so warm, so very warm...

Then she rinsed for at least ten minutes before finally relaxing and turning off the showerhead.

"Wenwen?"

Hearing my call, she turned to look at me, her cheeks flushed.

"Hmm?"

"Shall we take a shower together?"

I smiled, and she smiled shyly back.

"...Okay." Everything was wonderful then, I thought I could finally take a naked shower with Wenwen. But I never expected... "I'll help you wash your back and rinse, I'll shower after you leave." I

really don't understand women... really... I'll never understand...

Chapter 45

Are there angels in the world?

Some people think there are, some people think there aren't...

I don't need to consider whether there are angels in the world,

because Wenwen is my only goddess...

The feeling of falling in love with someone is indescribable.

It's like being wrapped in a warm quilt in winter, blocking all the cold winds from the outside world.

Those few days, everything was so beautiful, like in a fairy tale, the prince and princess would live happily ever after.

But such warm time was unintentionally and temporarily broken...

Just after that Christmas Eve, and after the Lunar New Year, one day, after I returned home from school, Wenwen called me to her room.

"Brother! Look at this..."

She smiled shyly and handed me a letter folded from stationery, with a faint fragrance wafting through the air.

When I saw that letter, the joy I felt was indescribable. It was a love letter from her, the first love letter Wenwen had ever written to me. I didn't know what it said, but I believed that every word was filled with her warmth, her sincerity, and her true feelings…

I took the letter, moved, and looked at Wenwen, who was still smiling warmly at me. Since no one reads a love letter in front of the other, to avoid awkwardness, I planned to take the letter back to my room to read it. Unexpectedly, she called out to me, "Brother, where are you going?"

I was a little confused. Holding her letter, where else would I go but to read it in my room?

"I'm taking it back to my room to read."

"…Can't you read it here?"

Her generous request made me feel embarrassed. So I stood in front of her and slowly opened the love letter.

Another fragrant aroma wafted over, followed by the cute illustrations on the edge of the letter, and then I saw the words written on it…

clear, clean, and elegant handwriting…

but this wasn't Wenwen's handwriting!

Suddenly, a very bad feeling washed over me…

“Wenwen? What is this? A love letter to Grandma?”

“Yes, it's the first time a boy has written me a love letter.”

Suddenly, I felt incredibly uncomfortable. It really felt like the girl you like was showing off a love letter to you. Besides, Wenwen is my sister, beautiful, gentle, and introverted; no wonder boys pursue her.

I had known this day might come, but I always chose to ignore it, unwilling to face it, as if that way it wouldn't happen, and Wenwen would always stay by my side. But when this moment arrived, I could only remain silent, my heart filled with bitterness.

What if Wenwen told me she had agreed to date that boy? Should I accept losing her? After all, an incestuous relationship between siblings will never be accepted by society.

I felt utterly powerless again, powerless to possess her forever. This fear reminded me of that nightmare I had that night, dreaming that she was about to get married, and I was powerless to stop it, only to suffer all the merciless ridicule…

Everyone has a most painful place in their heart, a private place they least want to touch,

and this is my greatest fear…

Seeing me so silent, Wenwen's smile vanished. Perhaps she thought I had always been tolerant and forgiving towards her, so she thought it was okay for me to see the love letter and wanted to share her joy at being pursued by a boy for the first time.

I silently handed the love letter back to her, then turned and left her room, unable to utter a single word. After all, what could I say? Should I politely say, “Congratulations, Wenwen, you have a boy pursuing you,” or should I retort with, “What do you mean by that?!”? I knew that neither sentence could be uttered, nor was it what I wanted to say.

I went into my room and turned on the light. Wenwen, realizing she had done something wrong, nervously followed behind me.

“Brother…?”

I didn’t respond to her, but simply put my backpack on the ground and started taking off my coat and the scarf she had bought for me.

“Brother…? Are you angry?”

“No.”

I answered her almost without thinking. But I knew, and she knew, what I truly felt.

I wasn’t lying; because of fear and jealousy, I started trying to escape through anger.

“…Liar…Don’t be angry, I’m sorry,” she said calmly, but it didn’t make me feel any better; instead, it made me even angrier. It really felt like she was doing it on purpose. “I just wanted to show you too.”

“So what do you want me to say? Congratulations on having a boy pursuing you? Wishing you both happiness in the future?”

I blurted out these words without thinking, wiping the last smile from her face. She was speechless for a long time, and I began to regret my rash words.

After hanging my coat and scarf on the hanger, I walked past her with some guilt and went to the back balcony to get clean clothes to take a shower.

At this moment, she really started to get anxious, as if she hadn’t expected my reaction at all.

"Brother, I just don't like that boy, that's why I wanted to show it to you!"

Wenwen seemed hurt by my attitude towards her and tried to explain quickly.

But her reaction only made me feel worse... as if the more she explained, the further away she seemed to drift.

"So, if Grandma likes a boy's love letters, does she hide them and read them herself?"

We stared at each other for a while, Wenwen completely unable to believe I would say such hurtful things, and just looked at me silently.

But her reaction made it even harder for me, who was filled with fear, jealousy, and anger at the time, to bear.

"Can't say it anymore? How many love letters did Grandma receive before?"

"No!"

At this moment, Wenwen hurriedly clarified that she hadn't received any other love letters...

but this wasn't what I really wanted to say. Afterwards, I don't know why I was so hypocritical at that moment, constantly hurting her and myself.

Perhaps I just wanted to make myself feel better, perhaps I just wanted her to understand my pain, or perhaps…

“Wenwen, what am I to you, Grandma? What should our relationship be now? Have you really thought about it?”

She didn’t respond to my question for a long time, and she certainly couldn’t.

“Seeing your love letter only makes me angry! Can I take a shower now?”

Then, I decided to ignore her for the time being, so I went into the bathroom, closed the door in front of her, took off my dirty clothes, opened the door a crack, threw them into the laundry basket next to the door without looking at her, and closed the door again…

Because Wenwen always waited until I showered and took off my dirty clothes to wash them at night, I heard her pick up the laundry basket and open the washing machine lid, throwing the clothes in one by one.

Slowly, I heard soft sobs outside the door, each sob heavy and piercing my heart, until the washing machine’s automatic switch turned on, and then I could no longer hear them.

I knew Wenwen was suffering, but I was too at that moment. Perhaps our bodies were once united, but our hearts were never at peace. I thought again that sibling relationships are inherently shrouded in sorrow, never truly finding peace. We had to live in constant fear, afraid of being discovered, worried about being found out, as if it would last forever.

At that moment, while taking a shower, I calmed myself down. On the path of love, I was indeed too naive and immature. I had no reason to base my anxieties and thoughts on Wenwen's still innocent heart, and to hurt her so much with my words, even making her cry.

As the older brother, what I did to my sister was unforgivable.

As her lover, hurting her like that was also unacceptable.

I remembered Wenwen as a child, so adorable, always clinging to me, looking at me with innocent little eyes, and happily calling me "brother." When she grew a little older, if she was bullied by the neighborhood kids, she would always run back to me crying.

Back then, I always held her, telling her not to cry, and only then would Wenwen stop crying…

Now, in our forbidden relationship, no matter how much I try to ignore it, there will always be an unbreakable bond of kinship. No matter how much I try to forget, I will always remember it again. I know that this will be like a brand, forever accompanying me, tearing at my heart, and at Wenwen's future, truly mature and sensible heart…

I began to regret, deeply regret, that I shouldn't have hurt her like this. Even if I had just smiled and congratulated her on receiving a boy's love letter, as long as she was truly happy, I would have been willing to bear this pain alone. Love should be selfless giving, not painful possession…

But now I realize this truth, and it's too late. The damage has been done, and Wenwen has been made to cry by me…

After quickly taking a shower, I went to her door, opened it without knocking, and went in. The main light in Wenwen's room was off. She was lying under the covers, and when she saw me suddenly appear, she sat up and looked at me without even wiping away her tears.

I closed the door, walked to her bed, and sat down. Neither of us spoke, nor did we need to. I reached out and touched her cheek, wiping away her still-wet tears.

"Wenwen, I'm sorry about just now. I didn't really mean to hurt you..."

She didn't smile, but she had stopped crying. She just looked at me, still without any expression.

Looking at her, I knew that she was struggling with whether or not to forgive me, so I started to try to please her, trying my best to make her happy.

But her will was too strong at the time; she just watched me like a monkey clown, coldly refusing to laugh. Then, she turned her back to me and lay back under the covers, acting as if I, this little monkey, didn't exist, intending to go back to sleep.

"Wenwen?"

"...I really didn't know that showing you the letter would cause this..."

"I know, I'm sorry, because I was really afraid that you would leave me..."

"I've already thrown the letter in the trash."

Hearing her say that, I suddenly didn't know how to respond. Because it was really me who pushed her to this point, making her throw even the joy of receiving a love letter into the trash.

Then, there was another silence. I thought this couldn't go on, so I decided to tickle her. Before, when I did this, she would laugh. As I slowly lifted the blanket from behind, perhaps a cold draft rushed in, and she immediately knew.

"I'm still angry and upset! If you dare touch me, I'll never forgive you!"

Although she didn't turn around to say this, I knew she meant it, because I could faintly feel a murderous aura emanating from her…

But I couldn't back down, because if I couldn't get her forgiveness today, I knew things would drag on for days before she was willing to forgive me.

I lifted the blanket and lay down. Wenwen was startled, turned around to look at me, and shouted, as if I wanted to make love to her again.

"What do you want to do?!"

"I didn't touch your breasts…"

I was telling the truth; I really didn't touch her. I even deliberately showed her my hands, so I covered her mouth, preventing her from saying anything more. She probably realized at this point that I hadn't intended to do anything inappropriate to her that night.

"Go back to your room and sleep!"

"Then give me a smile..."

Then, realizing I was trying to cling to her, she coldly said, "Whatever..."

That night, I lay beside her, hoping to make her laugh again, but Wenwen ignored me completely, remaining icy, so I couldn't find a good opportunity to make her laugh.

About ten or twenty minutes passed, and suddenly, I felt her breathing become very steady. I gently called her name a few times, but she didn't respond. I carefully lifted myself up, looking at her face. She had unknowingly fallen asleep, peacefully sleeping beside me. No wonder, she woke up at 6:30 in the morning, was busy all day, had school early the next morning, and now it was almost 12:30.

Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, I suddenly had a feeling, like when we used to sleep together when we were little. She no longer minded that I was her older brother, a boy, but rather treated me more like a quarreling lover.

She still trusted that I wouldn't do anything inappropriate to her that night, which is why she slept so peacefully. This made me feel even warmer inside.

That night, there was nothing more to say.

I slept in her room, gently wrapping my arms around her waist in the cold winter, feeling the warmth emanating from our hearts, sleeping together…

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