[Urban] Me and My Sister Wenwen (Complete) - 10

Chapter 50.

They looked at us, whispering amongst themselves. But their eyes revealed a mixture of confusion, incomprehension, surprise, and general hostility. After a few seconds of staring at each other, one of the students grabbed another and quickly left the breakfast shop.

Wenwen's trembling with fear hadn't stopped, and the shock in my heart hadn't subsided. I had been so careless; I thought the other students wouldn't be dismissed until noon, I hadn't expected it to be so soon.

My mind was filled with terrifying images of the future, the fear of my affair with Wenwen being exposed—I believed Wenwen felt the same way.

I quickly regained my composure, half-pulling the terrified and bewildered Wenwen up, and said, "Wenwen, let's go home." She remained terrified and bewildered, and I led her away.

After paying, I held her hand tightly, making sure the two girls weren't following us, and we practically ran home.

Halfway there, I heard Wenwen sobbing. She slowly said, "...They found out...what do I do? What about what they told the other classmates or teachers?" Then tears started streaming down her face with fear.

Seeing her cry like that, I calmed myself down and comforted her, "Don't cry! They might just have seen us hugging. Some close siblings do that too. Don't be afraid."

Although I knew that was possible, our biggest fear was still being exposed. Even if they had simply seen us hugging, Wenwen and I would still think the worst because of our guilty conscience.

Our parents were coming back next week, and now this had happened. Suddenly, I felt like our happy times were finally over, and the inevitable retribution was finally coming...

Some people on the way kept staring at us, wondering why Wenwen was crying so much. When we got home, Wenwen sat on the sofa, crying and muttering, "What do I do?"

I sat on the sofa, comforting Wenwen while trying to calm myself down.

"...Wenwen, are those two girls your good friends?"

"...Yes..."

"Very good friends?"

"...We're always together at school. Sometimes I go out with friends, and I always go with those two."

Hearing her say that, I really felt like I was seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. Because friends you know are usually easier to talk to.

"Wenwen, why don't you call them now?" Wenwen was genuinely surprised by my request. "If you don't talk to them first, it'll be too late once they tell others."

"But I'm scared...I don't know what to say to them..."

"Let them speak first. If they ask you, listen to what they saw. If they really saw me kissing you, then tell them the truth and ask them not to tell anyone."

Honestly, even if they really wanted to tell, there's no way to stop them. This really tests whether Wenwen's friendship with them is good enough, and whether they are truly trustworthy friends.

Then Wenwen knew that I meant the only option, so she wiped away her tears and called one of her friends as I suggested.

Before the call connected, my heart pounded so hard I could almost feel the ringing of the receiver next to her ear; the tension was so intense it almost made me breathless. When the call finally connected, my tension reached its peak.

Wenwen's conversation with one of her friends finally began, and Wenwen did most of the talking. She spoke hastily, trying to avoid mentioning what had happened that morning, only making small talk. A few minutes later, Wenwen hung up and told me, "They're both at Xuefeng's house… Xuefeng said she doesn't want to talk to me right now…"

As she spoke, Wenwen couldn't help but cry again, filled with fear.

"They must know… they must be talking about us…"

Hearing Wenwen say this, I also had a very bad feeling. But I had to stay calm and not think the worst. Perhaps they were just caught off guard and didn't know how to respond.

I remember that day, perhaps because Wenwen saw how calm I was, she stopped crying and listened attentively as I told her about our conversation at school the next day. Especially in the most crucial and unavoidable situations, we can admit we kissed, but we must never blurt out that we've had sex several times.

That night, while I was showering, Wenwen unexpectedly received a call from her two friends, Xuefeng, who simply stated, "We saw you and your brother kissing."

Wenwen told me she was about to say something when her two friends just said, "We'll talk about it at school tomorrow," and then hung up.

That night, hearing Wenwen's story kept me almost awake, my mind filled with thoughts of what we would do if we were discovered. I thought about so many things, but I still didn't know what to do.

I believe Wenwen must have been terrified and unable to sleep. So, around two or three in the morning, I went into her room. She was indeed awake, sitting up and looking at me. I just sat on the edge of the bed and hugged her tightly, and she immediately burst into tears again.

I couldn't say anything to comfort her anymore, I could only hold her tightly.

Since it happened, Wenwen hasn't scolded me once. Perhaps she herself knew this day would come sooner or later, which is why she hasn't scolded me. But we could never have predicted that this day would come so soon.

The very next morning, Wenwen had to go to school on her last day before winter break, as if facing a trial. I, on the other hand, had to go to my early shift at work, so I spent the whole day filled with anxiety, constantly wondering what would happen.

I remember when Wenwen was leaving for school, she looked at me and told me she was scared. Seeing the tears welling up in her eyes, I even considered telling her not to go to school, as if that would allow me to escape this moment forever.

What would happen to her at school? Would her two classmates accuse her of kissing her brother in front of the whole class? What kind of harm would she suffer? Should I go to school with her? But would my going make things worse?

Around 10 a.m., seeing that the students had already started leaving school, I even considered just asking for leave immediately and going home to hear from Wenwen.

When I got off work at noon, I rushed home on my motorcycle. Opening the door, I didn't see her in the living room, so I ran straight into her room: "Wenwen? How are you?"

Suddenly, I realized Wenwen wasn't alone in her room; I saw her sitting on the edge of the bed with the two friends from yesterday. Seeing them suddenly appear there, I was completely stunned.

"...Do you love Wenwen too?" one of the thin, bespectacled girls asked me directly. Based on my understanding of Wenwen's friends at the time, she was probably Xuefeng. I was genuinely at a loss for words. "Wenwen already told us at school that you two are together..."

I looked at Wenwen and just nodded silently; so, faced with her question, I could only nod in response.

"...But aren't you siblings?"

Hearing her words, it felt like a stab to the deepest part of my heart, and I couldn't help but feel the resentment of being oppressed by societal norms. So I couldn't help but respond somewhat forcefully: "Just because you're siblings, does that mean you can't love each other?"

She was momentarily speechless at my question, and after a long pause, she said, "...But siblings aren't supposed to be together..."

"Why?"

"The law also stipulates that siblings aren't supposed to be together..."

"Has Wenwen and I being together hurt you? Has it hurt anyone? So, are you here specifically to say we can't be together, or that we can't love each other?"

They fell silent again, and the atmosphere in the room became awkward.

The other girl who had been silent all along, the chubby, round-faced one, was probably Wanru. Perhaps seeing the seriousness of the situation, she spoke up: "Brother, don't say that. We're asking you because we care about Wenwen. After all, Wenwen is our best friend."

Seeing her smiling and trying to smooth things over, I couldn't help but apologize for my tone: "I'm sorry..."

After a while, I spoke again: "I'm sorry. Please don't tell anyone about Wenwen and me."

They didn't respond. Xuefeng's eyes behind his glasses still weren't looking at me. Perhaps because of the harsh questions we had exchanged from the beginning, he looked to the side expressionlessly. Wanru, smiling but a little shy, said, "But Wenwen and you two are in a sibling relationship, it really looks like a shoujo manga..."

Xuefeng suddenly looked at me and coldly asked, "Besides kissing Wenwen, have you done anything else to her?"

Looking at her, I knew I couldn't tell the truth. I had told Wenwen yesterday that we had to keep this a secret, so I still answered her, "No..."

"If you dare to do anything to Wenwen, I will tell your parents, teachers, and the police."

I knew Xuefeng was serious. From her expression, I could tell that she and Wanru had different values and could not accept sibling love. Perhaps it was because Wenwen was her good friend that she could barely accept it...

After that, there was nothing more to say. After a while of silence, I said I had to go out to buy them lunch. Xuefeng said they had agreed to go shopping, and then she dragged Wanru and Wenwen out.

Wenwen looked at me, knowing that I had to go out with her, and looked at me with a slightly scared and worried expression. Xuefeng must have realized that she couldn't talk to me at all, so she wanted to ask Wenwen in detail, which was why she suddenly wanted to drag them out.

All I could do was smile at Wenwen, letting her know I would always be by her side, so she wouldn't be afraid.

And that was all I could do…

Chapter 51.

Watching Wenwen leave with those two friends, my heart was filled with a thousand conflicting emotions.

Looking at her departing figure, I had a feeling that she was leaving me forever, going to a place I could never reach…

I went out alone to buy myself lunch, looking up at the clear blue sky, watching the sunlight shine as it had on countless days before. I remembered every day Wenwen was born and grew up. We were so close, until that summer, when two children played adult games, hoping to explore more… Still relying on your hands? How can that be enjoyable? Forum reputation guaranteed! 3D male masturbator anime virgin physical sex toy highly realistic genital shape! Swallowing and spitting, irresistible! Click to enter

. This made me realize that all of this was a yesterday's illusion, and I understood even more that it would always follow me, imprinted in my heart. We are not just siblings, but friends, good friends, lovers who transcend everything, able to confide in each other, able to rely on each other, and each other's image will always exist in our hearts.

I can't forget the happiness of holding her tightly every time.

Her soft body, all the allure of her fragrance.

I just want to hold her in my arms forever, to be with her, to protect her…

I can never forget every night, facing her shy face. The sadness hidden in her shy smile.

I don't want to see her sad, but I know it will always be with us…

When I'm sad, she always gently accompanies me, giving me perseverance and courage, letting me understand the mystery of love and power.

When the stars begin to twinkle and the moon rises, she lies beside me like Juliet.

Her body is so beautiful, like a pure angel, bathed in holy moonlight.

As our bodies are no longer covered, many nights we explore each other, and everyone always says it's a forbidden game that siblings can never forgive…

Every prince and princess story has an ending, perhaps this is our only ending.

Unforgivable and unforgivable…

Around four o'clock in the afternoon, I received a call from Wenwen. She calmly told me to pick her up in Ximending…

When I arrived, she was alone; Xuefeng and Wanru were nowhere to be seen. Wenwen didn't say anything, and neither did I. She simply sat quietly behind me, letting me drive her home.

Driving along the riverside road, there were no other cars, just like our life's journey, destined to be lonely.

Wenwen clung tightly to me, leaning against my back, and cried quietly, like a child.

I knew what had happened; Xuefeng must have kept telling her that sibling relationships were wrong, perhaps even threatening to tell the other classmates and telling Wanru to never speak to Wenwen again, which was why she felt so lonely. I

still couldn't say anything to Wenwen, nor did I hate Xuefeng and the others, because I knew very well that this was a sin we had to face, and an eternal punishment.

Back at our building, Wenwen wiped away her tears. As I parked, she quietly opened the stairwell door and climbed the stairs, leaving only a slightly ajar door for me.

Stepping down the stairs, following her footsteps, I entered her home, shutting out the outside world. I walked towards her, hugged her tightly, unwilling to let go.

I gently stroked her hair, saying painfully, "Wenwen... don't cry, brother is sad too..."

But it was no use; her tears fell silently into my arms again.

Her pain, her loneliness, her sorrow, her loss, all pierced my heart...

Perhaps her silence was the entirety of what she wanted to say.

The doubts about being together, the anxieties about being together, the longing after separation—all tormented us...

Perhaps this continuous pain would never end.

We shouldn't have been siblings in the first place. Perhaps there would be pain, perhaps we would lose each other in life, but we wouldn't have brought each other so much pain...

"...Wenwen."

There's nothing more to say about that day...

a day filled with sorrowful tears...

After that day, Wenwen also started her winter vacation. But she was different from me. Because she didn't have a job, her only two friends, Xuefeng and Wanru, stopped talking to her, and she had no other good friends, so Wenwen stayed at home almost all day in silence. The Lunar

New Year was just a few days away, and her parents would be returning to Taiwan the next day, so I invited her to the Lunar New Year market to buy some essential New Year's sweets and other items, hoping to cheer her up. I knew she might not be able to adjust her mood immediately, but at least it would help her temporarily forget the past.

That day, as if trying to forget the sad things that had happened in the previous days, she bought a lot of things. Although there was a motorcycle that could carry them, I still had to carry them by hand. We live on the fifth floor, and there's no elevator. By the time we got home, I was covered in sweat. But it was all worth it. I finally saw a faint smile on her beautiful face when she relaxed.

Chapter 52

Perhaps because her parents were about to return to Taiwan, and because she was upset about being discovered by Wenwen's classmate, I kept dreaming about distant memories of the past for the past few days.

My parents have always been strangers to Wenwen and me. My father doesn't like children; I've known this since I was very young, even though we are his children.

My father always looked at Wenwen and me coldly, never showing us much care, leaving us entirely in my mother's care. He would only talk to us or invite us to play horseback riding games if he was truly in a good mood. But to Wenwen and me as children, our father was so tall and strong, like a mountain, and very serious. He didn't like talking to us, but even though he didn't like us, we still trusted him.

Once, my father seemed to have been away on business for several days before returning home, and he immediately went to sleep. The next morning, he was still asleep, so my mother asked Wenwen and me to wake him up and invite him to breakfast. Because children are always mischievous, the innocent Wenwen and I went into our parents' room. At first, no matter how we called him, he ignored us. Then, Wenwen and I mischievously went to the foot of the bed and tickled his feet, hoping to wake him up.

But suddenly, without warning, my father kicked us hard and angrily, causing Wenwen and me to crash against the wall behind us…

How could we, as children, withstand his attack? The pain and fear of that time not only resurfaced in my dreams but were also deeply etched into my mind, becoming a permanent shadow in my life.

My father didn't get up to see us, nor did he show any concern; he simply continued sleeping as if nothing had happened.

Wenwen was completely terrified. She didn't dare utter a sound, didn't dare cry out in pain, and only after getting up from the floor did she fearfully take my hand and hide behind me.

From that moment on, my father ceased to exist in my heart. I knew that only I could take care of myself, and only I could protect Wenwen…

My mother, on the other hand, was always preoccupied with money, trying to earn more with my father, or going on pilgrimages with friends or relatives. Only occasionally would she focus her attention on Wenwen and me. That's why a few years ago she dared to leave Wenwen and me, both minors, alone at home while she and my father went to Southeast Asia to set up a factory.

They didn't actually have to come back. As I've said several times before, even if my parents returned to Taiwan, to me it would just be two more people in an empty house; I didn't think it would make much of a difference.

It was precisely because of this situation that Wenwen and I relied on each other so deeply, unable to bear the thought of the other being away. For each of us, the other was the only truly reliable family member; losing them would mean losing everything...

For almost half a month, I hadn't had a single moment of release, whether through masturbation or sex.

The night before my parents were leaving for Taiwan, the day I took Wenwen shopping for New Year's goods, even though Wenwen and I had already been intimate several times, I secretly closed the bedroom door, turned off the speakers, and sat in front of the computer watching porn I'd borrowed from a friend.

Because after that day, I didn't want to hurt Wenwen anymore, so I just watched the porn alone and started masturbating.

For a long time, almost half a year, Wenwen had helped me masturbate or even had sex with me, so I was really uncomfortable with it. Masturbating alone is a completely different experience from having a loved one by your side.

Watching the pornographic film of the male and female actors making love, I thought about how Wenwen and I had done the same thing, and a strange feeling welled up inside me. I still projected my own emotions onto the film, thinking of Wenwen…

Just as my pleasure intensified and I was about to ejaculate, the door suddenly opened, and Wenwen spoke: “Brother?”

I hurriedly shut down the media player on my computer and pulled up my pants to put them on. But there wasn’t enough time; Wenwen had already entered the room, and I had only just begun to pull up my pants.

Wenwen looked at me, my lower body only wearing underwear, my penis erect and stretching the fabric, and she didn’t say anything, but she must have known I had just been masturbating.

As for me, there was nothing I could do since she had seen me; I just lowered my head and slowly pulled up my pants.

Then she simply said, “The bathroom light is broken, brother, I’ll change it,” and turned and left my room.

After putting on my pants, I awkwardly went to the balcony to get the metal ladder, and then went to the bathroom.

Wenwen was already waiting for me outside the bathroom with the new light bulb she needed to change. We exchanged an awkward glance, and I took the metal ladder into the bathroom and started changing it.

After changing the light and making sure everything was working properly, I took the ladder over Wenwen, put it on the balcony, and went back to my room. In the hallway, I saw that Wenwen's door was closed. I honestly thought, since Wenwen could see me anyway, there was no need to hide it. So I simply left the door open, completely took off my pants and underwear, put on a pornographic video, and turned the speakers on.

I started masturbating while watching the video, listening to the actress's moans, letting myself indulge in the pleasure.

About ten minutes later, Wenwen suddenly walked into my room without a sound, which really startled me.

She stood there looking at me, still holding my penis in both hands. We stared at each other for a while before she shyly asked, "...Do you really want it, bro?"

I needed to calm down before I could answer, "I haven't had it for two weeks, you know that. But it's okay, I can use it myself."

Then she asked, "I don't know how you guys feel. But you have to endure it when you want it, you must be very sad, right?"

To me, this was really a comforting thing to say, just like I didn't want to see her sad and cry for me, but I still had to refuse her.

"It's okay, go back to your room and do your own thing. Besides, your friends don't want you to do this with me."

"...If you really want it, you can tell me, and I promised to give it to you that day..."

So Wenwen waited a while longer, making sure I didn't say anything, then left and went back to her room, and I heard her go into the bathroom to take a shower.

I started watching porn and masturbating again, but my mind was already occupied by Wenwen's last words before she left.

I knew that making love with her was actually very easy, as long as Wenwen herself was willing. The reason I rejected her was because I didn't want her to be as upset as she was that day, constantly facing the fear of being exposed by her friends.

Watching the video, I genuinely tried to restrain myself and focus on not thinking about her anymore. But as the pleasure built up, my rationality began to crumble. After all, Wenwen was in the next room, the person willing to make love with me was there, and it wasn't easy for me to resist.

I knew that making love with her again would only plunge us both into the pain and fear of incest; but I couldn't help but comfort myself, anyway, if Wenwen and I made love, and I didn't tell anyone, no one would ever know.

Perhaps people are right, the more suppressed the desire, the more intensely it erupts. The more blocked the love, the more passionately it burns. So finally, I turned off the computer, took a condom from the drawer, and went to the bathroom…

Listening to the sound of the bathwater running in the bathroom, I nervously knocked on the bathroom door, intending to wait for Wenwen to ask what was wrong before asking her to open the door. Unexpectedly, after a brief silence of about ten seconds, Wenwen said, "...The door isn't locked..." I realized then that she knew me, she understood me, and she was waiting for me...

So I opened the door, and sure enough, she was sitting on the edge of the bathtub, still wearing her t-shirt. She glanced at me, then looked at the floor with a slightly shy expression. I went into the bathroom, closed the door behind me, and before I

could say anything, she said, "I knew you'd come to find me." Sometimes, I really hate this side of myself—indecisiveness. Several times I told her not to, but then I went to find her anyway... I wanted to say something, but I couldn't, since she had already told me everything...

The bathtub was full, so Wenwen turned and turned off the faucet, making the room quiet again.

I looked at Wenwen, and she looked at the floor. Just as I was about to say something, Wenwen unexpectedly said, "...Could you finish quickly, brother?"

Although she was looking at the floor, not at me, it was as if a heavy stone had been dropped into my heart, causing only slight ripples.

At that moment, I realized something was wrong, and I knew how she felt, so I couldn't simply ignore her words.

Wenwen seemed to be using herself as a tool for my sexual gratification; as long as I could release my pent-up desires, she didn't care. But in that case, wasn't I essentially having sex with a doll? Wasn't she essentially existing like a prostitute?

It was only at this moment that I truly realized that since her classmates found out, my relationship with Wenwen had deteriorated again. Perhaps she said those things without thinking because she still didn't know what to do.

Perhaps this outcome was for the best; siblings shouldn't be together, no matter how much they love each other. A union without the blessings of others will never have a good ending.

So, in the end, I could only clutch the condom tightly in my hand: "...Wenwen, if you hesitate or are unwilling, it's okay not to force yourself."

Hearing me say this, she finally looked up at me and said, "No, it's just that my period might come at any time these next few days... These past few days have been really annoying, and Mom and Dad are coming back soon."

I knew she had many worries, so in the end, I could only tell her, "It'll be alright, I'll always be with you..." And then she didn't say anything more.

After a while, when she still didn't seem to want to say anything more, I started taking off my clothes, pants, and underwear.

"Wenwen? Aren't you going to take off your clothes?"

Wenwen hesitated for a moment before standing up and starting to take off her t-shirt. I noticed that while she was taking off her clothes, her eyes would inadvertently stare at my erect penis.

For girls, a man's erect penis will always attract her attention, especially since it's about to penetrate deep into her body, which is enough to keep a girl's imagination running wild.

After she took off her t-shirt, she didn't do anything else, so I said to her again, "Wenwen, you still have your bra and panties." Only then did she turn her back to me and begin to take off the only clothes she was wearing.

Thinking about it carefully, this was the fourth time I had sex with Wenwen when she was sober, and she still had the shyness of a young girl. But I thought so too; she was only a 14 or 15-year-old junior high school student, and her sex education mainly came from health education textbooks. Even if she had sex with me a few times before, it wouldn't be enough to change her so much. Besides, I'm her brother, and the man she willingly gave herself to, so it's normal for her to have this kind of reaction.

I originally wanted to put on a condom while she was taking off her clothes, but then I suddenly remembered that she said her period would start in the next few days, which seemed to be her safe period?

"Wenwen, will your period start in the next few days?"

She stopped halfway off her bra, turned to look at me, and said yes.

“Then I don’t need to wear a condom, because these few days should be your safe period, and I’ll finish faster this way, okay?”

She looked at me and asked, “Really? No pregnancy?”

After I answered, she completely believed me and turned back to continue undressing. During this time, I ladled warm water from the bathtub and poured it on my penis so I wouldn’t worry about her vagina being too dry.

At this point, I noticed she had even taken off her underwear, so I asked her to turn around and face me.

Looking at her full breasts, I gently led Wenwen to the wall, letting her lean against it. She knew I was going to make love standing up, and automatically spread her legs apart.

Because we are different heights, our genitals are at different heights, so I had to squat down a little, holding her buttocks, guiding her to slowly lean her lower abdomen and genitals forward so I could have a better entry position.

She started to hug me with both hands, pressing her breasts tightly against my chest. Perhaps she was still shy, but I believe this was also proof that she was willing to completely give herself to me.

I gripped my penis in one hand, quickly located the entrance to her vagina, and began thrusting my hips and legs, pushing my penis into Wenwen's 14-year-old vagina.

The same warm, moist vagina, the same squeezing and enveloping sensation, the same pleasurable feeling—I didn't want to pull out at all.

As I penetrated, Wenwen hugged me even tighter, burying her face in my neck and shoulder, letting out soft, restrained "mmm" sounds.

Once fully inside, I didn't move, simply savoring it all. Not only the pleasure of my penis entering her vagina, but also the soft touch of her breasts pressed tightly against my chest, like a bouncy air mattress.

"Wenwen…it feels so good…"

She didn't answer, simply lying quietly against me.

"Can you feel it? Your body is very hot inside, and it automatically squeezes my penis, like it's massaging me."

"...I just feel a little pain when you go inside me."

"I'm sorry...does it still hurt now?"

"Only when you first come in...and it doesn't hurt as much as that night..."

I didn't know what to say at that moment. I was about to start thrusting when her arms around me suddenly loosened, and she looked up at me.

"Brother...you..."

She stopped there, but I knew what she wanted to say: "I love you. No matter what, I'll always be with you."

She looked at me trustingly and smiled. I looked down at her slightly and noticed her breasts, like two flattened balls. Wenwen noticed them too, but she just blushed and smiled slightly: "Brother's chest is so broad..." and then leaned back against my neck and shoulder.

This was truly a happy moment. She was in my arms, leaning against me, seeking solace in each other. I wished this moment could last forever.

“Now I’m going to start moving…”

Afraid of hurting her, I slowly withdrew, then inserted again, parting her vagina to explore the deepest recesses of her soul.

As I entered, my movements became faster and faster, and she slowly spoke: “…Do you guys feel really good at the end of that?”

“The end? It feels good when I ejaculate, I don’t know how to tell you…”

“But I always see you looking so tired after that.”

“Because I have to keep moving like this, and my heart beats really fast then, like after a race.”

She didn’t speak again, seemingly not understanding why she still wanted to make love if it was so tiring.

“…If you like it, that’s fine…” Sure enough, I wasn’t wrong.

“Wenwen, slowly bring your legs together, like you’re standing at attention.”

She looked up at me again, as if confirming I hadn’t said anything wrong, actually asking her to bring her legs together in this situation. But I hadn’t said anything wrong, so as she slowly brought her legs together, her vagina tightened more and more, and her thighs gripped my penis tightly.

Wenwen hugged me even tighter, feeling our intimate connection. Before, she always kept her legs as wide open as possible. Even that night when I brought her legs together, they weren't as close as they were today.

"Wenwen... I love you so much..."

With each thrust of my penis, I couldn't contain my intense feelings for her, continuing to tell her how much I loved her, but she never responded.

Several times, I was on the verge of ejaculation, but I stopped immediately, waiting to calm myself down before continuing.

I felt the intense friction, and I could feel the increasingly frequent contractions of her vagina. Wenwen's feelings must have been just as strong as mine, perhaps even stronger, but she remained silent, as if her rationality as a well-behaved girl was battling against her wild desires.

"...Brother...it's so swollen..." Finally, I heard Wenwen say this in a slightly shy voice.

About a minute later, her vagina began to contract strongly, her legs no longer able to support her body as she leaned against my legs, trembling slightly. I knew her orgasm had finally arrived...

"Brother..." I knew what she wanted to say, "...How much longer?" Sure enough, she didn't want the feeling of orgasm.

"Wenwen, orgasm is okay, don't be afraid."

"...I don't want it anymore...it feels so strange..."

I deliberately didn't respond.

"...Brother?!"

She finally stopped hugging me and started trying to push me away. I deliberately pressed my body even tighter against her, like a sandwich, pinning Wenwen against the wall, so her hands couldn't find a place to push me away, and could only rest on my waist.

"Brother?! I don't want it anymore!"

"Wenwen, this is what orgasm is like, don't resist, otherwise you'll never be able to have complete lovemaking, you'll only be able to stop halfway."

Her hands frantically tried to find a place to exert force, but she still couldn't find one, and could only keep moving around my abdomen. Finally, she seemed to give up, resigned to the dictates of orgasm. Her hands, which had initially tried to push me away, involuntarily clung to me again, tightly, even tighter, as if a whirlwind was engulfing her, trying to blow her away from me; that's why she needed to hold me so tightly.

I knew this was Wenwen's first orgasm, a complete orgasm, and she was experiencing and feeling it all. I didn't know what a female orgasm was like. I'd heard it was different from the intense, one-time eruption of a male orgasm, but rather like waves crashing in, one after another, relentlessly engulfing all consciousness and conscience.

From her initial intermittent moans to her uncontrollable groans, everything resonated within me, bringing me even more sexual pleasure.

Wenwen's hands held me tightly, but her legs were so weak. I believed that if I hadn't held her like this, and if there hadn't been a wall behind her, Wenwen's legs would have collapsed, and she would have only been able to maintain her standing position by hooking my penis like a hook.

I faced another climax, but this time I didn't want to hold back. I wanted to reach climax together with my beloved sister and woman, so I thrust even more violently, determined to push myself to the very top.

Finally, after violently pounding my painfully engorged penis deep into Wenwen's vagina, I froze, my mind going completely blank, and began to intensely ejaculate all the essence of my life inside my sister's vagina.

From the first night of the drugging and raping, I knew that because our genitals were about the same size, I must have ejaculated right near her cervix.

With the ejaculation, I actually heard the "splashing" and "splashing" sounds of sticky liquid splashing out, pulling me back to reality from my blank, excited world. I suddenly realized that this sound was because we were so tightly joined that there was no extra space for the ejaculated semen to be stored in her vagina, so it had to be squeezed out of the vaginal opening.

I ejaculated violently again and again, and Wenwen, finally gradually releasing from her climax, was completely powerless. Her hands holding me were no longer so tight, and she could only silently pant and accept the semen that her brother kept injecting into her body.

At that moment, I truly thought that the birth of life was this simple: during orgasm, a large amount of semen is ejaculated into the vagina, the sperm within the semen penetrates the cervical mucosa and vaginal wall, swims into the uterus and enters the fallopian tubes, finally fertilizing an egg, thus beginning the growth of a new life.

If I didn't worry about incest, the anxieties of genetic defects in the next generation, or the financial ability to raise offspring, and if Wenwen was willing, I would continue to have sex with her, allowing her to continuously conceive and give birth to my offspring.

Our children would look very much like me, or very much like their mother Wenwen, and carry the purest blood in the family. Perhaps this is also the greatest temptation of incestuous procreation; for powerful or capable ruling families, in order to resist the encroachment of outsiders and maintain the perpetuity of the family, it will always be difficult to resist this...

After about half a minute, my ejaculation finally came to an end, and I once again tasted the satisfaction of passing on life.

I felt weak again and wanted to sit down, but I still had to try to stand, because Wenwen needed someone to lean on after her orgasm, and she only had me; it was I who made her feel this way, so I had to give her unconditionally.

Wenwen's vagina was still automatically and slightly pushing against the invading penis, but it no longer had the intensity and rhythm of her earlier orgasm.

After catching our breath for a minute or two, I felt a little better and asked her, "Wenwen? Are you alright?"

"...Brother, you can leave now."

After a slightly displeased and cold reply, she stopped hugging me and spread her legs, preparing for me to pull my penis out of her vagina.

I stopped pressing down on her upper body and breasts, leaned back and looked down, and began to smell the thick, foul odor of semen. There were also strands of milky white semen splattered on my inner thighs, as if to illustrate how powerful the initial ejaculation had been.

I moved my hips and pulled out my penis; it was very smooth and easy to pull out, and I saw the semen flowing back out of her vagina. Some flowed down Wenwen's thighs, and some dripped directly onto the ground, creating a completely obscene scene.

Wenwen's breasts were now completely red from the force I had just squeezed. After my glans had completely withdrawn from Wenwen's vagina, my penis, perhaps due to the recent tight penetration, was still entirely red, with a layer of liquid mixed with semen and vaginal fluid reflecting a faint glow.

Although it remained erect, it was limp and preparing to shrink. A milky white liquid still clung to the tip of the glans, slowly dripping to the ground, as if marking the spot where it had just ejaculated.

Watching this, I couldn't escape the clear realization that I had once again ejaculated directly into my sister's vagina without any protection. This was the fifth time, or rather, every single time. Although I dared to ejaculate directly this time because she said it was her safe period, I still couldn't help but worry that she might get pregnant.

The first five times I was lucky, so Wenwen didn't conceive, but this made me start to wonder how long this luck could last.

Perhaps Wenwen believed what I told her, which was why she wasn't worried about getting pregnant. But I knew very well that I was playing a dangerous game with no turning back, a game of passion, joy, and terror...

Wenwen gently pushed me away, picked up the showerhead hanging on the wall, stood in front of the drain in the floor, and began to wash her semen-covered vagina.

I could sense that she was a little unhappy, probably because I had forced her to experience an orgasm. But I also knew that this was something I had to endure sooner or later, otherwise, every time she orgasmed, I would have to pull out, and I would be the one who went crazy first.

I came behind her and slowly reached out to wrap my arms around her waist, close to her, and comforted her. Because I was naked like her, my penis, which was about to shrink, naturally pressed against her buttocks, but Wenwen still didn't say anything, just continued to bend over and wash.

"...Wenwen?"

She didn't respond to me, only the continuous sound of running water and the strong smell of semen in the air.

"Wenwen? Are you angry with your brother?"

Finally, she spoke. I initially thought she was going to yell at me when she opened her mouth, but it turned out she wasn't. Wenwen just said, a little annoyed, "...Brother's...it's all sticky and hard to wash off, you have to wait for it to flow out on its own..."

That's how semen is, it's quite sticky. But I knew even more that she just didn't want to vent her displeasure on me, so she vented it on the semen instead. That's just the kind of girl Wenwen is; no matter what, she still considers me her older brother, and she probably has a girlish mentality of respecting her husband, so unless she can't stand it anymore, she'll never yell at me.

"Wenwen, don't be angry anymore." After saying that, I hugged her even tighter, almost like I was being affectionate.

"If Xuefeng knew what we did, she definitely wouldn't forgive us. She'd tell everyone, and Mom and Dad are going home tomorrow..."

"Don't worry, they won't know... Your brother will always be with you and protect you, so don't be afraid."

Of course, Wenwen knew I was telling the truth, so she didn't say anything.

After a while, she didn't say anything, just waited for the semen to flow out of her vagina before washing it off immediately. So, seeing that the atmosphere had eased a bit, I said, "See, you didn't feel anything after the orgasm. You felt really good, right?"

She remained silent and didn't answer. Seeing her like this, I didn't say anything either, and I didn't dare to say anything more.

After letting go of her, I started taking a shower myself, using a soapy towel to scrub my body. I thought I'd coax her when she was in a better mood tomorrow.

Halfway through washing my body, Wenwen, presumably having washed away the semen, unexpectedly took the towel from my hand, asked me to sit on a small chair, and then squatted behind me to start scrubbing my back.

“Wenwen…”

she said quietly, “Brother’s back is so broad…”

Chapter 53

The next evening, a few days before Lunar New Year’s Eve, my parents finally returned to Taiwan and entered our home.

Wenwen ran over happily and hugged her mother, who kept saying how much she had grown and how much prettier she had become.

My father carried his luggage and asked me to help him carry it into his room.

In my eyes, my parents hadn’t changed, except for a few more gray hairs and wrinkles on their faces.

After they put their luggage away, they took us out to a nearby restaurant to eat and enjoy the atmosphere of family reunion. My parents asked us how we were doing and talked about the hardships of running the factory there, as well as many interesting stories.

Wenwen was still chatting and laughing with my mother, but I could only listen quietly, not knowing what to say. Perhaps it was the estrangement in our family relationship, or perhaps it was because I thought about what I had done to my sister, who was also their daughter, Wenwen, that made me unsure of what to say.

That dinner was very silent for me, beginning in silence and ending in tranquility. My mother noticed my quietness and simply smiled, saying I'd become more composed, unaware that it was because I'd grown distant from them.

Those few days, my parents would take Wenwen and me to visit relatives during the day, bringing bags of Southeast Asian produce.

Since Wenwen and I rarely initiated contact with them, it was generally a good thing for my parents to lead the visits. However, whenever the relatives saw Wenwen, they would always smile and say she'd grown so big and beautiful, old enough to get married…

I hated those words, deep in my soul. Every time I heard them, my heart ached, feeling her drift further away.

But Wenwen always sensed my pain, so she would secretly hold my hand and look at me with a gentle smile. Even when the relatives saw this, they would just smile and say, "These siblings have such a good relationship," without noticing the deeper affection.

Although Wenwen remained so considerate, I knew she wasn't suffering either; this kind of thing would forever haunt us. Therefore, I only found some comfort, not true relief. Just like Kelly Chen's song "Notebook" says: "Love hurts, hurts so much I cry, cry until I'm tired, my conflicted heart always forces me to let go; I tell myself to let go, I close my eyes and let you go..."

After the Lunar New Year, I noticed that Wenwen's mood was getting worse day by day, and she rarely smiled. I believe that my parents' return must have brought her considerable pain. Perhaps at first she could force a smile, but as time went on, the doubts and fears in her heart would inevitably begin to surface.

On the third day of the Lunar New Year, my parents went to visit friends they hadn't seen in a long time, leaving only Wenwen and me at home. I originally wanted to say that we hadn't been alone together for several days, so I wanted to ask her to go shopping, but when I opened her bedroom door, I saw Wenwen sitting on the bed wiping away tears.

"Wenwen...?"

"...Brother, I've been so scared..."

Sure enough, in front of my parents, she could only force a smile; the pain and fear in her heart hadn't lessened at all. So I could only go over, sit beside her, and hug her tightly, which was the only thing I could do.

I felt her warmth, kissed her cheeks and forehead, but the pain in my heart intensified. The agony and torment of incest between siblings is a suffering that outsiders cannot comprehend, yet I still had to give her courage and comfort.

Gradually, Wenwen wiped away her tears, quietly leaning against me, savoring the tranquility.

"...Still crying like a child. Let me tell you an interesting fairy tale, so you won't cry anymore."

"Can I not listen? I'm not in the mood."

I really didn't expect Wenwen to say that, so I told her, "It's very interesting, you'll definitely be happy. Let me tell you a story about Pinocchio."

"I know about Pinocchio."

"Let me tell you first, this story is different."

Then Wenwen quieted down again, watching me tell the story.

"A long time ago, there was a blue fairy sister named Wenwen, and she had a brother named Little Wooden Puppet."

"And then?"

"When the puppet brother saw the beautiful and lovely fairy sister Wenwen, a certain part of him would start to grow longer..."

I deliberately paused, but Wenwen just leaned against me quietly, without any expression, or perhaps she was pretending not to understand.

It was so awkward and cold, like the Arctic wind was blowing right in, and I didn't know what to say.

"I meant my nose got longer..."

"Liar... Brother's a pervert."

She answered calmly, without laughing or being shy, just completely calm, as if there was nothing to be shy about between husband and wife.

"...Then do you want to hear the story of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs?"

"But there's only one brother."

"It seems like there's one, but because Snow White is very tall, the other six dwarfs all went to work, so when they need to talk to Snow White, they have to stack themselves to be taller so they can face each other, so in the end there are still seven..."

She still didn't say anything. So cold... Even though I said it myself, it still felt incredibly cold... Maybe it's because it's winter during the New Year, so even jokes feel cold...

"Then... do you still want to hear the story of Cinderella Wenwen...?"

I really didn't know how to back down now, but thankfully Wenwen was considerate. She said to me, "As long as brother can stay with me, that's enough." Then she leaned back into my arms.

I put my arm around her shoulder, occasionally brushing her hair aside, inhaling the fragrance of her hair and body, completely captivated. Girls always smell sweet, especially Wenwen's scent, which made me utterly irresistible.

After a few minutes, Wenwen suddenly looked up at me and asked, "...Does Brother want it again?"

I was caught off guard by her question and didn't know how to answer. I realized that it was probably because of the corny jokes I had just told her that she thought I was hinting at

something. Before I could even think of an answer, she suddenly asked me again, "Will Brother always be with me?"

"...Brother will always be with you."

Yes, I will always stay with her, because she is my eternal bond, forever...

"A few days ago at our relatives' house, my brother heard that I was old enough to get married, and he was very sad."

"Of course. Wenwen, I don't want you to marry someone else, I don't want to lose you, you have to stay with me forever."

"...Haven't I always been with you, brother?"

"But what if you really get married and marry someone else in the future?"

"...I will always stay with you, brother, no matter what...because you are also the most important person to me..."

Wenwen hugged me tighter, tears streaming down her face.

"Brother, I've been so scared these past two days, it's been over a week, my period hasn't come..."

Suddenly, I felt like I'd been punched hard, completely shocked.

"I think I'm pregnant...it's yours...what should I do?"

Chapter 54

When I heard Wenwen say that her period hadn't come for a long time, I couldn't say a word for a while.

My whole body was cold, my mind was almost blank. If there really was a child, it was probably the night I attacked Wenwen three or four weeks ago, I instinctively knew, I didn't even need to calculate the time and date again. The atmosphere that night was just too good, we went out too much, and there was a long period of tenderness...

I grabbed her arm and nervously asked, "Really?!"

Wenwen was infected by my nervousness, and naturally answered even more fearfully, "Um... it's been a week..."

"Is it late?"

"But it's only been a day or two late before..."

Then I finally let go of her, and we looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

Actually, I already knew how dangerous my behavior of ejaculating inside her was, and Wenwen getting pregnant was only my own fault. I just didn't expect her to get pregnant so quickly. I thought that since Wenwen washed with water afterward, the chances should be relatively low.

What I could think of at that moment was what if my parents found out?

"Wenwen?! Did you tell Mom and Dad?!"

"No... I don't dare..."

Her answer brought me back to my senses a little. That's right, of course she wouldn't dare, and I wouldn't dare either.

"...Brother? What should we do?"

she asked me again. As she spoke, she cried again in fear and kept wiping away her tears.

"...Brother... what should we do...?"

What should we do? Honestly, I didn't know what to do. While it was common for someone Wenwen's age to have children in other less developed areas or in more distant times, I was only nineteen, and Wenwen was almost fifteen, and we were blood-related siblings…

Suddenly, I felt like a completely irresponsible man, wanting to have my fun without considering the terrifying consequences. Later, I could only comfort Wenwen, saying that maybe her period was just late this time, and she might not be pregnant… But

what if she really was? That day, besides staying by Wenwen's side, I kept thinking about this question.

Why is the feeling of sex, which involves procreation, so alluring? So pleasurable? Making you want to keep experiencing it? I remember just over six months ago, Wenwen was simply helping me masturbate with her hand; I never imagined things would turn out like this.

When our parents came home that night, we had to pretend everything was fine, but our hearts were heavy with fear. That night, because of our guilt, Wenwen and I didn't say or express anything to each other. My mother assumed we had argued and told us to get along better. I can't imagine what my parents would think if they knew that for several months, I, as the older brother, had had sex with my younger sister several times, always ejaculating inside her, and now she was even pregnant.

I guess they wouldn't be able to accept this fact, and the shock would be even greater than when I heard that Wenwen might be pregnant.

On the fourth and fifth days of the Lunar New Year, my parents stayed home, so we had to continue pretending nothing was wrong. At that time, I clung to my last hope, praying that Wenwen's period would come soon, but she didn't come to me or tell me, which made me even more desperate.

On the sixth day, my father and mother visited the home of a business owner they did business with, and also attended a social event. As soon as my parents left, I rushed to Wenwen's room and asked her if her period had come. Wenwen still shook her head silently with worry…

At that moment, I no longer doubted it. If nothing was wrong, her period wouldn't be delayed for more than a week; Wenwen must be pregnant. Four weeks later, the fertilized egg had already implanted in the uterine wall and was beginning to develop important nerve cells and cardiovascular tissue.

Our child has begun to take shape…

“…It must have been that night…Brother came out a lot, and I didn’t wash up right away…”

Wenwen was thinking the same thing as me, and she couldn’t help but shed tears as she spoke.

“Brother…what should we do…”

Hearing her sad and helpless question again calmed me down. After two days of thinking, and almost certain that she was pregnant, we only had one last option: “Wenwen…when Mom and Dad go back to the factory abroad…” She wiped away her tears and looked at me, waiting for me to finish. “Brother will take you to get rid of the baby…”

When I said those words, I don’t know why, but I felt a tightness in my chest and a dull ache. Perhaps this is the heartache of a father, after all, it’s his own child.

Wenwen didn’t say anything after hearing this. She must have known that this was the only thing we could do, she just silently lowered her head and shed tears. After all, the child was inside Wenwen, she was the mother, and her pain and sorrow must have been even deeper than mine.

I sat down beside her and hugged her tightly. We were no longer just two people, but three: a father, a mother, and the child who had just come into this world. This should have been a happy family plan, but for Wenwen and me, it was filled with only sadness and misfortune. Our innocent child had just come into this world, and now had to leave, and it was all my fault…

After Wenwen calmed down a bit, she suddenly broke the silence and quietly said, “I can feel… my brother’s baby in my belly…”

When Wenwen said this to me, I didn’t answer because I thought she was probably overthinking things; after all, her mother probably wouldn’t have any sense of it yet. But I was at least certain that this event had changed Wenwen, and she firmly believed in her pregnancy.

“Will my brother always be with me?”

“…Yes, I will always stay by your side.”

“What will happen to Dad and Mom?”

I didn’t know how to answer Wenwen’s question, so I could only say, “We’ll talk about it later…” Anyway, if Wenwen and I really were going to be together forever, my parents would gradually sense it and realize it, and it really was “we’ll talk about it later”…

That day, I stayed by Wenwen’s side the whole time. It was almost evening when my parents called home, saying they had to go to a business dinner with a boss they were visiting and wouldn’t be home until late, and that we should buy our own dinner. It was only then that I realized she had been staying home almost the entire time since the Lunar New Year, so I invited her to go shopping with me to relax and have dinner. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded and agreed to come with me.

She stood up, opened the closet, took out the clothes she wanted to change into, and without caring that I was still in the room, started preparing to change. In the past, I would have left automatically, but this time she didn't mind that I stayed, and immediately took off her top and pants, leaving only her bra and underwear.

Although she wasn't undressing in front of me, I couldn't help but look at her lower abdomen, wondering if it had changed due to pregnancy. Her abdomen remained unchanged, and Wenwen touched her own, looking down silently. After about ten seconds, she started putting her clothes back on.

So I drove her to a large department store on Zhongxiao East-West Road. Inside, we initially walked separately in the crowd, as usual, but later Wenwen silently reached out and hugged my arm, clinging tightly to me.

Because of the Lunar New Year, parents often bring their children out, and Wenwen always turned her head away, unwilling to look, especially when other parents walked towards her with newborn babies. I knew she must be very sad, in this situation, yet forced to face it. Perhaps taking her shopping was a mistake in the first place; it only made her more upset.

"Wenwen? If you don't want to go shopping, do you want to have dinner before going home? Or do you want to buy something to eat at home?"

"We'll eat here..."

So that day we found a fast-food restaurant nearby, ate, and then left...

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