Sexually harassing his sleeping sister, and finally ejaculating inside her.

"Brother."

"What?"

"We don't need to watch this game anymore, right?" Lingling leaned her head on her brother's right shoulder, saying lazily, "Arsenal were leading 2-0 in the first half, they've got it in the bag."

"Not necessarily."

Her brother wrapped his right arm around Lingling's waist and slapped her thigh hard.

"Ouch!"

"Their defenders are so prone to spacing out, we can't relax yet."

It was past 11 p.m. on Saturday night, and there were hardly any cars on the streets.

The brother and sister's bangs bounced and swayed at a fixed frequency, and the familiar scent of vanilla wafted into the brother's nose through the regular airflow from the right front.

The electric fan had been moved diagonally in front of the sofa by the brother, and the fan swayed from side to side, continuously blowing strong gusts of wind towards the brother and sister at fixed intervals. A night rain had fallen outside not long ago, leaving a moist and refreshing air that felt slightly cool even in September, when summer had just ended. This allowed the brother and sister to sit together on the single sofa opposite the television, close together, enjoying the sweetness between romantic and familial affection without feeling uncomfortably hot.

Previously, they could only be this close when their mother wasn't around.

Now that their mother was abroad, there was no one to disturb them, and in that respect, the brother and Lingling felt completely at ease.

"Brother,"

Lingling tugged at her brother's shirt with her left hand.

"I want to watch a paranormal show! I've been waiting a week, let me watch it!"

"Aren't you afraid of those things?"

"That's why I want to watch it." "

What kind of twisted logic is that..."

"What twisted logic? Riding a roller coaster is the same, isn't it?"

"After you watch it, you'll come to sleep in my room again at night, and then I'll have to sleep on the floor again." Her brother pulled her hand away and answered impatiently, "Wait until you're brave enough to watch those kinds of shows."

"Then I'll sleep on the floor."

"If you don't watch it, no one has to sleep on the floor."

"Hmm..."

Seeing that her brother was determined not to change the channel, Lingling puffed out her cheeks angrily.

"I don't care, I want to watch it!"

"Shut up, I can't concentrate on watching the game."

"..."

This seemingly lazy attitude finally angered her younger sister.

"Stupid, stupid brother!"

Lingling scolded as she raised her right hand and slapped her brother's head.

"You promised that if I made your favorite roasted pork ribs today, you would let me watch TV, but you broke your promise!"

"But I'm letting you watch now, aren't I?" The brother blocked his sister's attack and grabbed her hands to prevent her from moving.

"But I don't want to watch the game."

"So, you mean... you can watch whatever you want?"

"Of course."

"Oh, sorry, you'd better be clear next time." Facing his exasperated sister, the brother remained calm, deliberately letting out an annoying laugh and revealing a sly smile: "If you don't explain clearly, I won't know."

"Wh-Brother, you..."

"What's wrong? I didn't break my promise."

"...How despicable!!"

Lingling's eyes were brimming with tears, she bit her lower lip tightly, her voice faintly trembling with sobs, looking like she was

trying hard to hold back her tears. Seeing his sister's expression, the brother couldn't bear to tease her any longer.

He released Lingling's hands, and before Lingling could react, he hugged her tightly, rubbing his cheek against Lingling's hair. Like a kitten rubbing against its beloved pillow, it wouldn't give up until it had softened the pillow, and you could almost see red hearts constantly appearing above its brother's head.

Whenever Lingling was bullied, the defiant yet tearful face she put on always made her brother lose his mind.

"Let me go! Brother!"

Lingling was still angry, and even though it was rare for her brother to take the initiative to hug her, it couldn't quell her anger.

"Don't hug me like that, it's so hot!" She struggled to break free from her brother's embrace. "Brother who doesn't keep his word, I don't know you!"

"I was just teasing you."

"Hmph?"

"I was planning to let you see anyway." Taking advantage of his size, the brother used both arms to hold Lingling firmly. "I just wanted to tease you a little first."

Lingling was wearing a sleeveless tank top with straps less than five centimeters wide, exposing about a third of her breasts. Both siblings were wearing loose shorts, so the close physical contact inevitably caused their skin to press too hard together.

His arms brushed against Lingling's smooth, delicate shoulders, arousing a slight attraction to the opposite sex in the brother.

"..."

The sister stopped resisting and dropped her aggrieved expression.

"...Brother, you're such a fool."

Receiving her brother's affection, Lingling's attitude finally softened.

She let out a soft, coquettish moan, her hands wrapping around her brother's waist, gently tugging at the back of his shirt, and turning her head to retaliate against his earlier rubbing of her cheek.

It was as if one could see hearts constantly emerging above Lingling, overlapping with her brother's.

"Okay..."

Lingling moved her hands to her brother's abdomen and chest, gently pushing him away.

"The second half has just started. You've watched until the 60th minute, now it's my turn."

"The 60th minute of the second half?" The brother patted Lingling's head and smiled, saying, "Thank you so much, although I don't think it's likely to last that long."

"The whole game is 60 minutes! How can a half last 60 minutes?"

Although she knew her brother was teasing her on purpose, Lingling still dutifully complained.

"Honestly, he's already pushing his luck." She muttered softly.

Without responding, the brother leaned back on the sofa again, his right arm wrapped around Lingling's slender waist, pulling her closer until they were touching.

Whenever the brother was in a particularly good mood, he would be especially clingy with his sister.

Obviously, it was because his team was in the lead.

"Hey... Brother."

Knowing that her brother had just been teasing her on purpose, Lingling wasn't angry anymore. She called out softly to her brother and raised her left shoulder, which was pressed against his chest.

"Hmm?"

"Tonight..." She tilted her head back, resting her chin on her brother's arm, "After we finish watching TV, can I go to your room and sleep with you?"

As the younger sister, she sensed that her brother was in a good mood, and he was likely to agree to any request she made. Besides, it was just sharing a room; there was no reason for him to refuse.

Even after she entered junior high school, the two of them would still occasionally sleep together.

"Sleep in my room? Sure."

As expected, she easily got her brother's approval.

"Yeah, that's great." The younger sister happily hugged her brother from the side.

"It just so happens to be a safe period today, how lucky."

"Yeah, how lucky."

Even when his sister mentioned a word that shouldn't have been used, the brother just smiled and let it go.

"Although I don't think it has anything to do with the safe period."

"Huh? Brother, are you going to ejaculate outside?" Hearing her brother's answer, Lingling shook her head, indicating her disagreement: "It would probably feel better if you ejaculated inside, and I also want to know what it would feel like to be filled up by you, brother."

"Hahaha, you're trying to make me change my mind, aren't you?"

The brother said while laughing, but his voice sounded different from before, becoming particularly stiff.

"...Just kidding." Lingling bent her neck and explained softly.

The fan continued to hum, but it was so monotonous that it was easily overlooked.

The younger sister's shoulder-length hair was repeatedly tossed by the wind, brushing against her brother's shoulder. To avoid disturbing her, the brother simply picked up a pink hair tie from the table and tied her hair into a ponytail.

Just as the brother had said, Arsenal's unstable defense created numerous scoring opportunities for their opponents, Norwich. The match didn't lose any tension despite Arsenal having already taken a two-point lead; instead, it spurred Norwich's attacking ambition. The pace of both teams' attacks and defenses didn't slow down at all, and even gradually quickened.

Even against a team known for its yo-yoing between the Premier League and the Championship, Arsenal, as one of the Premier League's giants, still hadn't shown overwhelming strength.

Lingling leaned on her brother's shoulder, her eyes sleepy.

She watched many football matches with her brother since she was little, and was quite knowledgeable about the rules of the game, famous teams, and even the playing styles and tactics of each team. But even so, Lingling still wasn't very interested in football. Like any other girl, she enjoyed watching TV dramas, cooking shows, and weight loss programs—programs specifically tailored for women. Naturally, her brother wasn't interested in these shows, so the usual family squabbles over the remote control would often take place in the living room.

Arsenal's goal was repeatedly challenged by Norwich striker, which made her brother tense up. And when it was Arsenal's turn to attack, he got so excited that he wanted to jump off the sofa. But with his sister still pressed against him, the brother could only desperately suppress his surging emotions.

Lingling's calm, steady breathing unconsciously helped him calm down.

Outside the window, apart from the chirping of insects, there was almost no other sound; cars and pedestrians had completely disappeared from the alleyway as midnight approached. Only occasionally, extremely faint voices could be heard from next door. On this night, Xiaoqi didn't seem to intend to go to sleep too early, wanting to enjoy a little longer of her leisurely and carefree weekend.

However, Xiaoqi's father was rather strict, and he would likely urge her to go to her room to sleep soon.

For the brother and sister, whose parents were both away from home, they could fully enjoy their weekend.

The minute hand was hanging down, exactly the time he had agreed upon with his sister.

It was the sixty-minute mark.

Arsenal still led 2-0, neither extending nor narrowing the gap, while Norwich's players were waning in energy and unable to mount any effective attacks.

Arsenal's victory seemed assured, almost a foregone conclusion.

The brother confidently handed the remote to Lingling.

However, he waited in vain for her hand to take it.

"...Lingling?"

"..."

He called softly to his sister, but received no response. The

rhythmic breathing around him was faint and steady, and Lingling's body rose and fell slowly in the same rhythm. The brother turned his head and glanced at Lingling; as expected, her eyes were closed.

She was asleep.

Lingling's bedtime was always fixed at 11 PM. If she went to bed after that, her biological clock would kick in, making her incredibly sleepy. Even for overnight trips like her graduation trip, Lingling never stayed up past 1 AM. Her brother had thought she could at least hold out until midnight, but to his surprise, she had already given in.

If he had realized earlier that Lingling wouldn't stay up this late, he would have let her watch the shows she wanted.

Thinking this, a sense of guilt welled up inside him.

He gently stroked Lingling's head, his movements careful not to wake her. Her fingers rubbed back and forth against her hair, the strands of hair touching her skin moving between her head and hand, gently rubbing against each other.

Every movement was filled with tenderness.

Lingling, in her sleep, unconsciously shrugged her shoulders.

The right strap of her sleeveless vest, resembling a cute little top, slipped down her right shoulder and onto her outer arm because of this movement.

The fabric that had been covering her right breast also loosened, revealing that Lingling wasn't wearing a bra; her entire rounded upper body was almost completely exposed. If it weren't for her full, firm breasts preventing the clothing from slipping down, her lower body and the unseen peaks would have been completely exposed as well. Her

chest skin seemed almost translucent, faintly reflecting the light from the ceiling fluorescent lamp.

Seeing this, her brother clearly had lost all interest in the football match.

"More effective than I thought... green papaya and pork rib stew." The older brother muttered to himself, "She's only been eating this for a little over a year, and she's already surpassed Mom in size. If she eats it for a few more years, I wonder how big she'll be."

Out of personal preference, the older brother had frequently made green papaya and pork rib stew for his younger sister over the past year, attempting to mold Lingling into his preferred type. Now, the results were obvious. The mother, unaware of her brother's intentions, thought he simply wanted to make some growth-promoting supplements for his sister who was entering puberty. She appreciated her son's good intentions and often bought pork ribs and green papaya from the supermarket to help him stew it.

Now, his sister possessed a pair of impressive D-cup breasts, and the older brother found it difficult to look directly at them. He was,

after all, still a naive and innocent high school boy.

Petite in stature, yet with an exceptionally full bust, her figure was undeniably alluring to her brother.

These past few days, he had repeatedly been tempted by his sister's words and actions, though he always firmly refused, citing the proper boundaries between siblings. However, his rationality was already on the verge of collapse. It wasn't that he didn't want more contact with Lingling, but rather that he feared crossing the line would distort their sibling relationship and even lead to family separation. He

couldn't be honest with Lingling about this, because if she knew he harbored desire for her own sister, the headstrong Lingling would undoubtedly disregard the consequences and escalate her advances.

He wasn't confident he could control his lust then.

Thinking of this, the brother couldn't help but smile wryly. He gently pinched Lingling's loose right shoulder strap with his fingers, trying not to disturb her, and pulled upwards, attempting to pull the strap back onto her shoulder.

However, the clothes were held between Lingling's arms and couldn't be pulled back.

He had no choice but to give up.

After this tugging, the clothes, which were already barely covering the peaks of her breasts, slipped down even further, barely held up by the edge of the clothes hanging on her nipples.

Half a circle of pink areolas, slightly darker than the surrounding color, peeked out from under the fabric.

The brother almost couldn't control his neck and couldn't help but look down at his sister's chest. Since he hadn't bathed with his sister for two years, he had never seen such a private part of her body. At that time, Lingling's secondary sexual characteristics had not yet begun to develop significantly, and she wouldn't have evoked any particular feeling when you saw her. But now it's different; Lingling's body already possesses full female functions and appearance.

This has also aroused her brother's instincts as a male animal.

Although he had touched her breasts several times so far, either accidentally or through his sister's deliberate teasing, mostly on her back or arms, and occasionally their chests would brush against each other. Even though he felt how soft his sister's body was, he couldn't clearly appreciate its texture, like having a spoonful of top-quality caviar in front of him but being ordered to swallow it whole.

Since they had already touched each other many times, and considering that he had personally nurtured her breasts in a certain aspect, it was only natural to use his hands to check them directly, wasn't it?

This thought made the brother's heart race.

He knew very well that this was just an excuse, and in reality, he was aroused by his own sister's sexy body, just like Lingling was aroused by her brother.

The brother realized this fact clearly, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his entire body.

But he still couldn't stop these thoughts.

All along, the older brother's rationality had triumphed over his desires, because he feared that giving in to his sister's temptations would drastically alter their family dynamics. But now it was different. Lingling was asleep. Even if he did it, as long as he didn't wake her, she wouldn't know what had happened, and the sibling atmosphere wouldn't change.

The unsteady scales finally tipped.

The older brother reached out to his sister…

his right hand slipped under Lingling's right arm.

He himself could hardly believe what he was about to do.

At first, he only lightly touched the lower half of Lingling's heavy right breast with the tips of his middle and ring fingers, tracing circles along the surface of her chest. She wasn't wearing anything under her vest, and even this simple touch was enough to feel the texture of her breasts. But no matter what, the brother couldn't be satisfied with just that.

He slowly increased the pressure of his fingers, letting his fingertips sink slightly into her soft breast, then carefully releasing them to return to their original shape.

He repeated this action several times, gradually increasing the number of fingers.

Starting with his middle and ring fingers, he added his little finger, then his index finger, and even his thumb joined in. Not only the fingertips, but also the second and even the third joints, were added in turn, urged on by the brother's male hormones. Finally, even his palm was pressed tightly against his sister's right breast.

The older brother had already been quite aware that Lingling's breasts were too large for one hand to cover, and now that he had proven it to be true, a sense of accomplishment tinged with guilt welled up within him.

For him at this moment, it was like an anesthetic.

His heart pounded violently, almost as if it would leap out of his throat at any moment; he was incredibly nervous, yet also felt an overwhelming excitement. This was something he absolutely couldn't do, especially not to his own sister, whom he had protected since childhood, his blood relative. Yet, it was precisely this that made his mind race, unable to resist.

Remembering Lingling's repeated harassment and words towards him, the older brother seemed less resistant.

He understood what that feeling was like.

The older brother pressed his cheek against Lingling's head, slowly rubbing against it.

It wasn't just the male's primal desire for the female; another emotion seemed to be growing and spreading within him—a love he'd never felt before, an indescribable intensity.

His right hand remained on the lower half of his sister's breast, tracing its contours gently, without applying pressure or squeezing, groping out its shape through the fabric. Then, his hand moved back down, lifting slightly to feel the weight of her breast, trying to gauge her development. Although well-developed and full-bodied, due to her youth, her nipples had only sagged slightly, forming a perfect teardrop shape. "

If she applied to be a child star in a photobook, she definitely wouldn't have trouble getting clients," the older brother thought. But as long as he was around, he would never allow his sister to sell her body.

Although his actions at this moment were utterly unconvincing.

The brother couldn't help but gently open his fingers, applying a little pressure so that the pads of his five fingers could sink into her breasts, savoring the sweet taste of her breasts. Perhaps because of the pressure on her chest, Lingling let out a soft moan, which should have startled the brother and made him restrain himself, but instead made him even more out of control.

His hands trembled, unable to control his strength, sometimes gently, sometimes roughly massaging his sister's breasts, his breathing heavy and unsteady, exhaling into Lingling's ear.

If they were discovered, their sibling relationship would be over.

The brother knew this very well.

But the thought of breaking the bond between siblings, allowing him to succumb to his desires and openly accept Lingling's temptations, sharing the forbidden fruit with his own sister, filled him with renewed excitement. He

was torn between his inner turmoil and his desires.

Under the influence of lust, the brother withdrew his hand. But

he didn't stop there; instead, his hand touched his sister's breasts again.

And this time, he slipped inside from the side opening of her vest.

His middle finger tip slid into her clothes first, followed by his index and ring fingers. His heart pounded even harder, and he even felt a slight pain. He couldn't see where his hand was, nor how far it was from his sister's bare breasts; he could only move his fingers carefully and slowly, exploring.

After a long while, he realized that his fingers were still stuck at the opening of her vest.

With a determined heart, the older brother pressed on, pushing deeper and deeper.

He hadn't moved far before his fingertips felt a smooth

, delicate touch. His breathing and heart pounded uncontrollably; he gasped for air, desperately trying to control the constant flow of air through his mouth and nose, causing each exhale to be several broken breaths before he could exhale completely, and the same was true for inhaling. The older brother had never experienced such tension before. Neither his first soccer game nor his high school entrance exams had ever made him this nervous. He closed his eyes, murmuring Lingling's name without arousing his vocal cords, as if encouraging himself.

Even though he was betraying Lingling at this very moment.

His fingers slowly slid forward, the fingertips rubbing directly against the skin of her breasts. To his surprise, the touch was far smoother than he had imagined.

His hand moved uncontrollably downwards, his ring and middle fingers gently lifting the lower part of his sister's alluring mounds, his palm lightly touching her chest, almost touching, their body heat constantly exchanging physical warmth. The concept of siblings, instead of enhancing his remaining rationality, fueled the burning desire within him, making it difficult to stop. His

right hand began to slowly move upwards, from the lower hemisphere to the peak.

Soon after, the outer side of his index finger touched something slightly hard.

His heart skipped a beat again.

He knew what it was, but he dared not look directly at it. He simply bent his index finger, brushed it over the raised nipple, and pinched it between his index and middle fingers.

Having done this, there was no going back; he instantly realized that.

The game continued. Just moments before, Arsenal had scored their third goal, effectively sealing the victory. But the brother felt no joy or excitement at supporting his team's win. He was completely focused on his transgressions against his sister's body. He not only pinched her erect nipple between his fingers but even applied pressure to his fingertips, forcing the tip into her soft, smooth breast. His five fingers, like claws, gripped his sister's bare breast, rubbing it counter-clockwise incessantly.

Not only the older brother, but even the younger sister in her sleep, began to breathe rapidly and heavily, accompanied by alluring moans.

Could Lingling actually be awake? The brother couldn't help but wonder.

But that didn't matter anymore. At this moment, even if he thought his sister was pretending to be asleep, he couldn't stop. In fact, if Lingling really was pretending to be asleep, it only fueled his desire to tease his sister more. He wanted to hear her suppressed moans of pleasure, to see her flushed face the next morning, yet pretending to be nonchalant.

He wanted to completely possess his sister, body and soul.

While his right hand caressed Lingling's breasts, his left hand reached down to her left thigh, sliding inside and moving up and down. Sometimes he used the back of his fingers, sometimes his fingertips, sometimes his palm, repeatedly using different parts of his hand to tease Lingling's tender, white thigh.

Stimulated by her brother's sexually suggestive advances, Lingling couldn't help but straighten her left leg, her body stiffening and her waist arching slightly.

Even with such a strong reaction, her brother showed no intention of slowing down.

He continued to move his left hand upwards, slipping it inside Lingling's loose trousers, his fingers circling near her groin. Lingling couldn't help but furrow her brow and gasp softly, yet she kept her eyes tightly closed and offered no resistance.

Unsure if she was faking sleep, her brother simply ignored her.

His hand on her chest kneaded more blatantly, repeatedly pressing against her chest, causing her to gasp unnaturally, while his left hand continued to caress her inner thighs, occasionally touching between her legs before quickly moving away. Whenever her brother made such provocative moves, Lingling would always moan and bite her lower lip.

Seeing Lingling like this, her brother completely lost all restraint.

He kissed Lingling's forehead, and then quickened his hand movements.

When Lingling gripped his sleeves and the hem of his shirt, her brother was certain that she was awake. Of course, he didn't intend to stop, because Lingling still kept her eyes closed, trying to pretend she was still asleep.

However, her body language easily betrayed her.

Under her brother's relentless assault, Lingling finally lost control of her vocal cords, unable to hold back her pleasant murmurs, her legs stiffening, and her whole body trembling. Her left hand gripped her brother's clothes tightly, her right hand covered her mouth, trying desperately to suppress any sound, but to no avail.

Her brother lowered his head and kissed his beloved sister again.

This time, however, it was on her bare, white breasts.

Lingling's waist suddenly arched upwards, her legs trembled, and her toes stretched out forcefully.

Her whole body convulsed as if electrocuted, emitting a soft, excited hiss in her throat. She wrapped her arms around her brother's neck, passionately entwining herself with him.

It wasn't until a minute later that they gradually calmed down.

Unexpectedly, Lingling still refused to open her eyes.

She slumped against the sofa, panting heavily, her bangs damp with sweat, a few strands clinging to her wet forehead.

Her body convulsed intermittently from the afterglow of her orgasm, her legs occasionally stiffening before relaxing again. Despite the obvious reaction, Lingling insisted on pretending to be asleep. Her sweaty chest rose and fell with her breath, making her already impressive breasts appear even more sexy and alluring.

Unbeknownst to him, his penis was already erect.

It wasn't for any other woman, but for his own sister who shared his blood, for the desire to engage in reproductive acts with the sister he had grown up with. He

wanted to insert his penis into his sister's body, to become one with her.

His mind was filled with these thoughts.

He carefully withdrew his right arm from under Lingling's body and slowly stood up from the sofa.

Even though he knew Lingling was just pretending to be asleep, he reflexively and deliberately moved quietly to avoid disturbing her.

Standing in front of the sofa, he took off his shorts and underwear, revealing his engorged, purplish-red genitals covered in bulging veins. He had almost never had a physical reaction when bathing with his sister before, let alone become erect to this extent. This was a rare display of infatuation that his sister had never seen before.

Lingling slightly raised her eyelids, revealing only a slit.

The thick penis instantly came into view, causing her to immediately close her eyes tightly again.

Just one glance was enough to etch that enormous thing deeply into Lingling's mind, impossible to shake off. Her face flushed crimson as she imagined its feel, shape, and color, and the sensation of it entering her body. These images caused her recently climaxed vagina to twitch again, overflowing with lustful fluids as if desperately thirsty.

Seeing the slight trembling in Lingling's lower body, her brother knew she had caught a glimpse of his erect penis.

No more hesitation.

He bent down, reached for the elastic band of his sister's shorts, pulled them apart, and then slowly dragged them down, revealing pure white panties adorned with pink bows. Her brother pulled her shorts down to her thighs, knees, and heels. Lingling, intentionally or unintentionally, slightly raised her legs, making it easier for him to remove her panties.

The thin fabric between her legs was now soaked with her juices, becoming translucent and clinging tightly to her most private lips, revealing the outline of her genitals.

Knowing this, Lingling's juices flowed even more profusely, making her even more shameful, creating an unstoppable vicious cycle.

Her brother, nearly unable to contain his emotions, grasped his penis and pressed the purplish glans against her vulva, clumsily rubbing it up and down through the wet, sticky panties.

The tip slid along the crevice, as if it were its predetermined path.

Lingling's breathing deepened and quickened, filled with excitement and anticipation.

She knew that the thing pressed between her legs was her long-desired, magnificent genitals. Ever since she learned to masturbate, her brother had been her constant sexual fantasy. Lingling had used various fruits, vegetables, or props to simulate her brother's genitals, and now, in actual contact, she couldn't stop herself from releasing her nectar.

She couldn't help but twist her hips, seeking pleasure from her brother.

Just as he was on the verge of a breakdown from lust, her brother was now seized by a desire to tease his sister.

He pulled down her panties, revealing her smooth, pubic area, which was still hairless. He gently rubbed the slit with the head of his penis, the fluid overflowing from her vagina constantly staining the tip of his shaft and trickling down the veins to his testicles, finally dripping onto the floor.

But no matter what, he refused to penetrate.

Lingling twisted her waist more and more violently, uttering soft, kitten-like moans. She suppressed the surging desire within her, biting her lower lip, gripping the back of the sofa, panting heavily. The tingling, numb feeling in her lower abdomen nearly drove her to collapse. She glanced down at her brother's engorged penis, and a small wave of fluid suddenly gushed from her opening, splashing onto his penis and pubic hair.

The brother still didn't give Lingling what she wanted, only circling around her vulva.

He enjoyed watching his sister's expression of wanting but not being able to have it.

The sister knew her brother had discovered she was pretending to be asleep, but she worried that if she opened her eyes, he would stop because of embarrassment.

So she insisted on keeping her eyes tightly closed, pretending to be asleep.

The brother's teasing intensified. He had only been sliding and circling around the crevice, but seeing that his sister still didn't intend to get up, he grasped his glans and used the tip of his penis to clamp down on his sister's engorged, hot clitoris.

Under intense stimulation, Lingling couldn't help but scream, then immediately fell silent, only making a soft sound from her lips. The older brother got more and more excited as he played, and his own desires could no longer be contained. The half-naked body of a girl, a symbol of femininity, was panting softly before him, and no one could resist seeing it, including the older brother.

He moved his glans downwards, aligning it with the hollow in the crevice of her flesh.

At this moment, vaginal fluid was still trickling out, soaking his glans and urethral opening.

Then, with a sudden thrust of his hips, he forcefully inserted his engorged, throbbing penis.

"Ugh! Ughhhhhhh!!"

Lingling couldn't help but scream, quickly wrapping her arms around her brother's neck.

The glans first struck the vaginal walls at the midpoint, then her brother slightly adjusted his insertion position, following the curve of his penis, forcefully penetrating Lingling's body until the glans hit the cervix.

"Lingling...Lingling..." After fully intercourse with his sister, the brother stopped his thrusting, tightly embracing Lingling's back. He quickly noticed that Lingling was still wearing her vest. Driven by uncontrollable lust, he bit down on the neckline of the vest and tore it open, like a wild beast out of control.

Her large, white breasts suddenly sprang out.

Maintaining his tight penetration, the brother lowered his neck and sucked on Lingling's already erect left nipple, circling the areola with his tongue.

"Mmm...Brother, brother, brother!"

Lingling arched her small waist again, pressing her hands behind her brother's head, her legs trembling, enjoying the pleasure of making love with her brother. The folds of her vaginal walls were repeatedly stimulated and massaged by the pulsating blood vessels of the penis, making her feel as if an unknown creature had burrowed into her body, intending to lay eggs inside her.

A clear liquid was trickling from the urethral opening into Lingling's vagina.

After parting his lips, the brother lowered his head and glanced at their joined bodies, unexpectedly discovering something that utterly shocked him.

"Lingling," he said anxiously, looking at Lingling, who was only wearing underwear.

"You...you're not bleeding?"

"Mmm..."

Lingling lowered her head apologetically, answering softly.

"I'm sorry, brother, I'm...not a virgin anymore." "

!"

Hearing this from Lingling's own ears was like a bolt from the blue for the brother.

While he wasn't around, while he was unaware, while he was probably doing other things, Lingling had already enjoyed her first sexual experience with a man.

How could he accept this fact?

"Who?! Who did you do it with! What's your relationship with him! Were you raped? Or was it consensual?" The brother bombarded his sister with questions.

"Where is he now? Tell me!"

"Calm down, brother."

"How can I calm down?! My beloved sister was...!"

"..."

"So who is it? Whether it was consensual or not, I'm going to settle the score with him!"

Lingling looked at her brother and smiled sweetly.

"...There's no other way, brother." She cupped her brother's cheeks in her hands, gazing closely at his face. "He's no longer in this world."

"Could it be... dead?"

"Well... I should say, he was eaten by you, brother."

"Eaten? Me?" Her brother looked puzzled, frowning suspiciously.

Lingling shyly turned her head away, revealing the answer in a low voice.

"My first love was actually... Little Cucumber."

"Why didn't you say so from the beginning!"

"Because... haha!"

Her brother didn't give Lingling a chance to explain, immediately thrusting forward forcefully, his glans violently colliding with Lingling's soft and elastic cervix. Lingling instantly felt a rush of heat to her brain, leaving her helpless.

The veins wrapped around the penis constantly rippled the folds of Lingling's vaginal walls. The brother and sister simultaneously received the teasing of each other's genitals, panting heavily as they intensely demanded more from each other. Their hands were wrapped around each other's backs, the sister's soft, full breasts pressed tightly against the brother's firm chest, flattening her nipples into fleshy mounds, their nipples occasionally brushing together, increasing the pleasure.

After dozens of passionate thrusts, the brother once again pressed his glans firmly against Lingling's cervix, his hips slowly and irregularly rotating, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, seemingly exploring the entrance to the uterus for his glans.

"Brother... Brother! Brother! At this rate... Lingling... is going to... is going to heaven! Brother!!"

The glans kept making intimate contact with Lingling's cervix, and the excited Lingling couldn't help but grip her brother's back tightly with her fingers, scratching out bloody marks.

"Waaah! Brother... harder, harder... um, um ah ah ah ah!!"

"I want you to know that I can make you feel better than cucumbers or anything."

The shield-like structure behind the brother's glans gently scratched the folds of Lingling's flesh.

"I won! Brother won! This is the first time I've ever felt this good... Brother! Brother! Lingling... Lingling, for the rest of my life... I can only make love with you, brother!"

"Lingling... Me too, for the rest of my life I'll only make love with you..."

He pressed his lips to Lingling's cherry lips with deep affection, silencing her moans.

In the midst of their passionate lovemaking, the brother's glans found the entrance to her cervix. He squeezed his hips together, and the tip of his penis immediately rose, gripping the indentation in Lingling's cervix.

Then, before his sister could react, he forcefully thrust inside.

"Huh...Eh?"

The sudden shock left Lingling speechless. Her eyes widened, her mouth agape, tongue lolling out, and tears of excitement streamed down her face.

Her expression was one of confusion and unease. She vaguely sensed that her brother's member had entered a place it shouldn't have been.

"Eh? Strange...Brother, brother..." Then, Lingling's hysterical , lewd

moans echoed through the living room.

"Ah...Ah ... "It's in!! Ughhhhh! Brother's in!! My uterus... my uterus is going to be ruined by brother's thrusting! You can't come in there!! It's where you'll get pregnant with brother's baby! Ahhhh!! No! Don't thrust anymore!" Brother ignored her and instead thrust deeper and deeper until his entire glans was firmly stuck on the cervix, unable to move. "Brother, brother, brother!" When brother stopped, Lingling couldn't help but excitedly twist her waist and sway her hips, using herself as a human masturbation tube, stroking her brother's engorged and hard genitals. "My womb can't live without you, brother... Ah, it feels so... so good! Brother, Lingling loves you so much, brother! Mmm... Ahhhhhh!" "Lingling... Lingling..." "Brother! I can't take it anymore... Brother!!" "I... I also..." A strong urge to ejaculate surged up, and the brother frowned, enjoying the pleasure before reaching his climax. Although he was worried about getting Lingling pregnant, he remembered that Lingling had said today was her safe period, so he relaxed a little and focused on moving in sync with Lingling's movements. The veins in his penis throbbed repeatedly, striking Lingling's most delicate and sensitive areas. "Brother, I...I can't go on, I'm going to...I'm going to go!" The little sister in her arms cried out, her legs bent and wrapped around her brother's buttocks, her arms tightly tied to his back, as if she was afraid he would back down at the last minute.

"Come with me... okay, okay? Mmm... brother, ah... brother!"

"I'm about to cum too, Lingling..." The brother stuck out his tongue and licked his sister's flushed face back and forth: "Where should I cum? Where do you want me to cum? Hmph? Lingling, Lingling?"

"In the uterus, brother... cum all, all of it into Lingling's uterus..."

Lingling gasped and begged.

"Do you want me to cum inside? Really? I'll cum all of that smelly semen that I should have put on toilet paper and thrown into the trash can before bed into your most important part, are you sure?"

"Yes... I want brother, all of it, not a drop left out! Brother!"

Under her brother's teasing words, Lingling was at her limit.

Her breathing was short and rapid, her neck arched back, her breasts, belly, genitals—every inch of her skin was pressed tightly against her brother's, as if they had been one from the beginning.

"Brother...brother, brother! Brother!!"

"Lingling! I'm...I'm going to cum!!" Her brother gritted his teeth, letting out moans similar to Lingling's.

"Cum! Cum more, I want my brother to fill me up!"

"Ling, Lingling!!"

"Brother!!!"

With their mutual calls, her brother's penis opened wide, and scalding semen sprayed into his sister's unsuspecting uterus like a water gun. His buttocks tensed and relaxed repeatedly, ejaculating wave after wave into his sister's body.

The siblings reached orgasm simultaneously.

"It's inside! Brother's genes are inside!!"

Lingling hugged her brother's neck tightly and shouted in his ear.

"Even though his genes are similar to mine... well, they still came inside. Um... this is too... um, too terrible, um, brother!" Every time her brother's penis spurted out a spurt of semen, Lingling couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Not only her brother, but Lingling's body also convulsed from the orgasm, her legs occasionally pressing hard against her brother's buttocks, pushing him even deeper into her body.

She had never experienced such a pleasurable feeling before.

"Lingling... Silly Lingling... You're only saying this now? It's too late... I've already ejaculated inside my little sister's uterus..."

"Just now, the fluid in... um, brother's genitals, is now, um, inside... all of it... um, it's all inside... Brother, brother... you're so naughty, brother... um!"

The two were immersed in the passion of their climax, embracing and entwining.

The younger sister gazed at her brother's face, looking tenderly at the man who was now continuously pouring semen into her body. She couldn't help but peck at her brother's sexy lips, returning the kiss with each ejaculation.

Until the volcano stopped erupting, the younger sister's convulsions also subsided.

"Brother."

After the climax, Lingling straightened her upper body and gently nudged her brother's left cheek with her forehead.

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