A true story filled with blood and tears

Although three years have passed, even now, thinking back on that tearful past still brings an indescribable bitterness to my heart. Yes, three years have passed, and I haven't been able to find an outlet for my emotions. So today, I'll write it here. Please don't question or disturb me; this is my story. It may not be well-written, but it's my true feeling.

Three years ago, I was a senior in high school, a humanities student, and I was considered one of the top students in my class. But three years ago, in the spring, something happened that changed my life. Please listen to my story.

I was born into a scholarly family, a large and traditional one. In my memory, visiting elders during festivals required kneeling and bowing. My parents both graduated from Nankai University with engineering degrees, and I traveled all over the country with them from a young age. We settled in Shenyang when it was time for me to start school. I am the eldest son, but I have an older sister who is three years older than me. I also have a younger brother, but he lived with our grandfather from a young age, so we didn't have much of a bond. It seems that even blood ties can become distant over time. My older sister, because our parents were often away running their business, took great care of me from a young age, and our bond grew stronger over time. We were inseparable, sharing everything. I even knew about her first period before my mother.

Enough of this digression, let's get to the point.

It was probably the winter of her junior year in college when she met a man—let's call him Jun—a somewhat notorious figure in the underworld (he once got robbed at an arcade, and mentioning him got my classmate and me released). They gradually fell in love. I began to endure my sister's half-hour nagging every night when she came home, telling me how loyal and manly Jun was. Although I didn't agree, I didn't argue; as long as my sister was happy.

Not long after, my sister gave him her virginity. She vowed that she would marry him. At that moment, I felt a chill; I sensed something was wrong. So, I asked a friend to secretly monitor Jun's movements. Soon, I discovered his "heroic deeds" of womanizing. After several attempts to reason with my sister, she consistently stood by Jun. Speechless and fearing to hurt their relationship, I didn't pursue the matter further.

The following winter, whether out of weariness of my sister's health or something else, he abandoned her. This happened exactly one month after my sister's abortion. Afterwards, she cried every day. One morning before the New Year, at a friend's birthday party, after a hearty meal and drinks, someone mentioned my sister and asked me what had happened. I gave a rough answer, and immediately everyone became agitated, determined to avenge her. Perhaps fueled by alcohol, within a minute, they devised a plan to take Jun's leg.

That evening at 6 PM, they gathered 200 meters from Jun's residence. Just as they were about to act, a Volkswagen Bora sped by. The door opened, and my sister and cousin arrived. Someone had leaked the information. My sister knew and insisted I not go. Seeing her tears streaming down her face, saying things like, "If you go, I'll die..." I had no choice but to stop.

Afterwards, I went with my cousin to a dog meat restaurant, where we drank and joked until 10 PM. Most of us were passed out. Finally, a friend took my sister and me home, while my cousin took the others.

Back home, my sister started acting crazy and insisted on drinking more. I had no choice but to have a dozen bottles of BC (a type of steroid cream) delivered from the supermarket. I drank less than two bottles before collapsing.

In my hazy state, the pain intensified. When I opened my eyes, I looked at the clock—4:30 AM. I found myself lying on my side on the sofa, my lower abdomen aching. I went to the bathroom, and passing by my sister's room, I was shocked.

Clothes, underwear… everywhere. My sister was lying naked on the bed, covered only by a pillowcase. I immediately realized my friend had raped her while she was drunk. I frantically searched the other rooms, but my friend was nowhere to be found. I tried calling, but his phone was off. So I decided to wake my sister and find out what happened. If it was true, I planned to kill him.

I covered my sister with the blanket and gently shook her awake, but the answer I received was: "It was consensual. I asked him to have sex with me."

Suddenly, my head felt like it was splitting open… ...

I slapped her across the face and said, "Are you crazy? You're not my sister."

My sister was stunned for a moment, then said, "What I do is my business, it's none of your concern. I can sleep with whoever I want. You slept with Can Can (my girlfriend) too, didn't you? And you're still bothering me?"

I got angry, pushed her down, and walked out, saying, "Well, I didn't just sleep with anyone. Fine, you wait, I'll tell Mom when she gets back, you can explain yourself."

Then I slammed her door shut and went back to my room. Then I heard my sister wailing in her room. My heart softened with her cries, but I didn't apologize because of my pride. About ten minutes later, the crying stopped, and I calmed down. I wanted to go see my sister and say something. When I opened the door, my sister was standing there in her bathrobe. I pulled her in and said, "Sis, can't we stop ruining ourselves?" "He doesn't want you anymore, but you still have your younger brother. Please don't do this, okay?"

My sister didn't say a word, just stared at me, making me feel uneasy. I said, "Sister, don't scare me, say something..." Before I could finish, my sister suddenly pounced on me and kissed me wildly. I was stunned and forgot to push her away until she pushed me down onto the bed. I pushed her away immediately, stood up, and said, "Sister, what are you doing?"

My sister said, "I want you to sleep with me, or I'll go find someone else to sleep with me right now." (These are her exact words, not a single one different; I'll remember them for the rest of my life.)

Then my sister quickly took off her nightgown, revealing nothing underneath, and hugged me. I don't know if it was real desire or if I could excuse it by saying I was drunk, but anyway, we had sex. It was very quick, maybe only a few minutes. It was my first time with my sister, but in my memory, it was very chaotic. In short, it ended very quickly. After it was over, my sister cried in my arms, whispering things like, "If you don't want me either, I'll die." ...Slowly, I fell asleep.

Around 10 a.m., I woke up. My sister wasn't beside me. Recalling everything that happened that morning, I was in unbearable pain, even contemplating suicide. Just as I didn't know how to blame myself, my sister came in, wearing only her underwear. She sat on the edge of my bed and asked me what was wrong. I said, "I deserve to die." My sister said, "Don't overthink it. You're my brother, always will be." I said, "I know, sister, please don't do this again, okay?" Upon hearing this, my sister said, "Then just refuse me." Then she knelt down and gave me oral sex. This was something I had never experienced before. The intense stimulation made me forget everything. I frantically pushed my sister down, pulled down her underwear. If the blurriness of the early morning was due to alcohol, this time it was a perverted frenzy. I thrust wildly, and my sister, while arching her hips to meet my movements, raised her head and kissed my lips, her tongue entering my mouth as well.

"It feels so good, so amazing! Harder, fuck me harder, you know? I'm your sister, your own sister, and you're fucking your own sister right now..." My sister kept stimulating me with these words, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust hard, each time feeling like I was going to penetrate her womb. With waves of indescribable pleasure, I ejaculated streams of hot semen into her body. After the excitement subsided, I remained pressed against my sister's voluptuous body, not pulling out my penis, letting it remain inside her. At that moment, I knew I had succumbed. I had no more excuses for what happened in the early morning. I was enjoying this sinful temptation.

In the days that followed, we even bathed each other. On the bed, the sofa, the table, there were traces of our lovemaking. We also read many articles criticizing and condemning incest. But we couldn't stop. We knew it was wrong, but we couldn't extricate ourselves. We're all psychologically disturbed. The more consciously we perceive the other person as our sister or brother, the more excited we become. We feel it's different from others, and our greatest satisfaction comes from watching our genitals rub back and forth inside our sister's vagina until we ejaculate, calling out "Sister... Sister..." as we do so.

About three months passed like this. Then Hui appeared. She was so pure, like a princess, like a dream. I knew I had fallen in love with her. I initially thought this was the best way for my sister and me to escape, but telling my sister led to disaster…

On my birthday, I had arranged to go to Dalian with Hui to celebrate at Discovery Kingdom, but at the train station, I was met with a slap from Hui… I was bewildered. For the next week, I relentlessly pursued her, and finally learned why Hui had left. It turned out my sister had secretly filmed us making love and shown it to Hui on her phone—just half an hour before Hui was waiting for me at the train station…

I was completely enraged. My long-accumulated, twisted psychology exploded. To this day, I still don't know why I had such a crazy thought. I went to a sex shop and bought some small blue pills from America. I took two at once (normally only one is needed). Back home, I pushed my sister down while she was cooking, frantically stripped her clothes off, dragged her to the living room, and started having sex on the carpet. My hard, erect penis, stimulated by the pills, powerfully thrust in and out of my sister's vagina. I could even clearly see myself [my penis thrusting in and out, and milky white, glistening vaginal fluid flowing from my sister's vagina, running down her perineum to her buttocks]...she seemed to be enjoying it. So I leaned down and bit her hardened nipples, sucking and rubbing them...

I don't know how long we did it, but I think at least half an hour. My sister orgasmed; I could feel her obvious spasms. So I turned her over. She was still immersed in the release of her orgasm. I used my penis on my sister's... The friction between her labia and anus caused my sister to obediently lift her hips. But my wicked thoughts erupted, and I forcefully thrust into her anus. She was completely unprepared; this had never happened before. I heard her heart-wrenching screams. Overwhelmed by rage and lust, I pressed her down and began thrusting violently. She struggled a few times, but was overpowered by my weight, and then stopped struggling. But her screams and cries never ceased. I heard her plead, "Please, stop! It hurts! Brother, I'm your sister! Let me go..." So many things, so many things, but I... continued thrusting, oblivious to everything else. This process probably lasted about 15 minutes before I ejaculated. I sat back on the sofa beside her, watching her. She continued crying but didn't move. I saw my semen flowing from her anus, but it wasn't the usual milky white; it was bright red...

I was terrified. My sister went to the hospital, and the diagnosis was: prolapsed anal mucosa, mild anal fissure, and varicose veins in the anal plexus forming two venous clusters. The doctor said it was chronic, incurable, and would last a lifetime… Even worse, this doctor turned out to be my mother's elementary school classmate. My mother found out.

Three days later, my parents returned. Faced with their questions, my sister chose to protect me, remaining silent. As a result, she was abandoned by the entire family and went south alone (dropping out of university). Until the beginning of this year, my mother, feeling sorry for her daughter, secretly sent her some money. Now my sister is studying in England… As for

me, I've been living in constant fear since then. I failed my college entrance exam and am studying at a third-tier university in the north, utterly disgracing my parents… Looking back now, it's a story stained with blood and tears. Now, in university, many girls pursue me, but I've never dared to accept them because I felt unworthy. Yet, driven by physical needs, I frequented various brothels. Today, I stumbled upon this sex bar, and in my moments of decadence, I'll recount my past. If you, the reader, don't believe me, just consider it my original fabrication; don't take it too seriously... For those who do believe me, I can only say I was wrong, wrong in not understanding family ties. May I never be born as a human in my next life. As for my sister, I don't know when I'll see her again. I miss her terribly, not with lust, but with longing for that kind sister who sang to me and lulled me to sleep on summer days...

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