[My first time was with my sleepwalking brother] [Author: Unknown] [The End]

I am a 19-year-old girl living with my brother and parents. Our life was generally happy and fulfilling.
However, six months ago, my brother couldn't find a job after graduating from university, which caused him to become anxious and sometimes even sleepwalk.
When I first heard the term "sleepwalking," I was genuinely frightened because I often saw scenes of sleepwalkers wielding knives and committing murder in movies and TV shows. But after the doctor's explanation, we learned that reality wasn't as exaggerated as depicted in dramas.
I don't fully understand the details, but my brother's condition is relatively mild, and he shouldn't do anything harmful.
Most importantly, when he sleepwalks, don't wake him. After he finishes sleepwalking, he will naturally return to sleep, and when he wakes up, he won't remember what he did while sleepwalking.
However, he himself doesn't know what he's doing while sleepwalking, so ultimately, something bad happened.
Here's what happened: About five months ago, late one night, I felt the urge to urinate in my sleep, so I got out of bed to go to the bathroom.
Because I was in such a hurry and so sleepy, I forgot to lock the door as soon as I entered the bathroom. I just closed it and hurriedly took off my clothes, then plopped down on the toilet to urinate.
Just as I finished, the toilet door suddenly opened. I looked up and saw it was my brother.
(Wow!) I almost screamed, but quickly covered my mouth with my hand because I saw his eyes were tightly closed. I knew he was sleepwalking, and I didn't dare make a sound so as not to wake him.
He came in and went straight to the toilet. That's when I realized he was also there to urinate.
It was too late to stand up and avoid him; he was standing too close to the toilet. If I stood up now, I would definitely bump into him. I could only continue sitting and wait and see.
Of course, there was no space to put on pants at that moment, so I had to let my genitals remain exposed. Luckily, my brother's eyes were closed the whole time, so he couldn't see anything, otherwise it would have been incredibly embarrassing.
It was the first time I'd ever seen a man urinate, and I was watching him face-to-face!
Apparently, men urinate like women, with their legs spread.
When he spread his legs, I had to spread mine even wider to avoid our four legs touching.
This spread-leg position also pried open the labia of my vagina, and I vaguely felt a chill inside.
Although no one else saw, being in such an indecent position in front of my own brother still made me blush.
Then, needless to say, my brother pulled down his pants and took out his penis to urinate.
When I saw him make that move, I was startled again and quickly covered my face with my hands, not daring to look.
I just hoped that his urine would hit the puddle and not splash on me.
(Because usually after he and Dad urinated, the rim of the toilet and the floor next to it were covered with yellow urine stains; maybe men always make a mess after urinating.) I couldn't wait for my brother to finish urinating and leave.
But after waiting for a while, there was still no movement, no sound of water as I expected.
I couldn't help but peek through my fingers, and oh my god, I saw my brother constantly stroking his penis with his hand; he was masturbating! He actually defended himself in front of his own sister! Even though he was sleepwalking and didn't know what he was doing, I was still a little annoyed.
(Fine, if you want to defend yourself, I'll see how you men defend yourselves, and see what's so great about your penis.) Fueled by anger and curiosity, I simply lowered my hand from my face and openly watched my brother have sex.
His penis was very long; one hand couldn't completely encircle it. The liver-colored glans protruded from between his thumb and forefinger. Upon closer inspection, the swollen tip of the glans had something like lips, with a small hole in the middle—that's probably where men urinate.
I compared it with my palm and fingers; my brother's penis was about five inches long and an inch thick, with the glans being an inch and a half thicker.
Thinking back to my own narrow vagina, if my future husband's penis were also this thick and long, I'd be fucked to death! Lost in thought, I was suddenly overcome with climax as my brother ejaculated, white semen spurting from the tip of his penis and spraying directly onto my face. I tried to cover myself, but it was too late. He continued his stroking motion, semen flowing out continuously. I felt a warm sensation in my genitals; he had ejaculated onto my genitals as well.
Oh no! My legs were wide open, my private parts completely exposed, and he'd gotten right on me.
I quickly reached for toilet paper, but as luck would have it, my brother, after ejaculating, also reached for it. Our hands touched, and before I could pull them away, it was too late.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand towards his genitals.
I looked up and saw my brother was still coming closer, so I didn't dare resist and simply let my hand go.
He was using my hand as toilet paper, rubbing the back of my hand and palm against his penis.
Even though it was limp, his penis was still at least four inches long, and I could still feel its warmth.
After wiping for a while, he finally let go of my hand, pulled the flush button, and then put his pants back on and left.
Although several places on my body were stained with my brother's bodily fluids, I was already terrified and dared not linger in the toilet. So I hurriedly put my pants back on and left, carefully wiping the bodily fluids off myself only when I returned to the bedroom.
When I was about to wipe myself, I realized that in my haste I had forgotten to put my underwear back on and had only worn my pajama bottoms when I ran back to the bedroom.
So after I dried myself off, I went back to the toilet to retrieve my underwear.
When I got to the toilet door, I saw that the wooden door was ajar and the light was still on. I was thinking: I must have forgotten to turn off the light.
As I was thinking this, I pushed the door open, only to find my brother inside, sniffing my underwear.
I thought he was sleepwalking again, but when he turned his head, I saw that his eyes were open, and there was an eerie light in them... He was clearly awake.
Our eyes met.
I wanted to take my underwear back, but I was afraid it would cause even more embarrassment.
I thought, maybe I should just pretend nothing happened.
I wanted to turn around and leave, but as soon as I turned around, my brother grabbed me from behind, one of his hands slipping under the hem of my pajamas and kneading my breast through my bra.
"Brother... what do you want..." I felt something was wrong, but to avoid waking Mom and Dad, I tried to keep my voice down.
"Nothing... I accidentally got your genitals dirty, so I wanted to clean them up, otherwise you'll get pregnant..." he said, while slipping his other hand under my pants and rubbing my genitals with the crumpled underwear.
Aren't sleepwalkers supposed to forget what they did while sleepwalking? How did my brother know he had ejaculated inside me? But I didn't have time to think about it anymore, because my brother was gently rubbing my vaginal opening with my soft silk panties, making me feel itchy and tingling, while my nipples were also hardening from his teasing of my other hand.
However, his words earlier brought me back to my senses... That's right, these few days are my fertile period, and if I don't thoroughly clean the semen from my private parts, there's still a chance of pregnancy.
I couldn't care less about my brother's advances; I just wanted to break free from his harassment and rush to the bathroom to shower, but I didn't succeed.
I could only verbally warn him that if he didn't let go, I would scream.
After hearing this, my brother pulled his hand out of my pajama bottoms. I thought he was going to let me go, but little did I know he was going to shove the underwear he was holding into my mouth to prevent me from screaming. My wrists were immediately gripped tightly together by his hands, making it impossible for me to move or remove the underwear from my mouth.
Then, my brother dragged me from the bathroom doorway out of the living room and headed towards his bedroom.
I knew this was no joke.
I struggled even harder, but the more I struggled, the tighter my brother held me. When my buttocks were pressed against his lower body, I could feel his penis hardening again, which startled me.
I couldn't believe that his male organ, which had just been limp a few minutes ago, was now erect again, and I had finally been pushed down onto his bed. Wasn't this extremely dangerous? My brother kept me on the bed, continuing to hold my wrists tightly with one hand, while the other hand moved to my lower body, grabbing my waistband and trying to pull down my pajama bottoms.
I kicked wildly, managing to stop him from pulling down my pants, but in the chaos, they tore. I immediately felt a chill on my thighs.
My brother seized the opportunity to tear a strip of cloth from my pants and tied my wrists to a wooden post at the head of the bed, giving him two hands to deal with my lower body.
Thinking of his erect penis, five inches long and one inch thick, I became even more anxious, tears streaming down my face. I begged my brother to let me go, but he was unmoved. Instead, he pulled down my pajama bottoms and spread my legs.
I shook my head violently, but in the end, my brother still inserted his penis into my lower body.
"Little sister, your little hands were making my dick very uncomfortable, so you have to help me take care of it. But I'll be slow, I promise I won't hurt you..." Although my brother's insertion was slow, because his penis... especially his glans... was so thick and large, I still felt waves of tearing pain in my lower body.
As he thrust in and out, the pain nearly made me faint.
I don't know how much time passed, but my brother reached climax again, this time ejaculating inside me, forcing me to receive all his sperm.
To accept this cruel and unbearable reality, I comforted myself, saying: my brother must have acted impulsively, unable to control himself, which is why he did this shameless thing to me.
After he finished, he got up, his upper body coming to my chest. I thought he was going to untie the ropes binding me.
But he wasn't satisfied. He unbuttoned my nightgown, pulled up my bra, fondled my breasts, and kissed my neck and cheeks. Although
my thighs were throbbing with pain, my brother's violation of my upper body gave me waves of pleasure.
If this person comforting my body were the man I loved, how wonderful that would be.
Unfortunately, in reality, this man was a beast, a brother worse than an animal.
His caresses and passionate kisses weren't born of pure love between a man and a woman, but rather to satisfy his own lust.
What shamed me was that my body had involuntarily become aroused by this greedy and lewd teasing. I hated how vulnerable the body of a teenage girl was.
After satisfying his lust, my brother's genitals returned to their normal state, and he ravaged me once more.
This time, he wasn't as gentle. He thrust his penis deep into me, pumping it in and out violently. The already aching areas were further irritated by the relentless friction of his penis, causing me to finally faint from the pain.
When I awoke, I had already been carried back to my bed.
I felt excruciating pain in my genitals. Although the semen that had filled my vagina was flowing back out, making my thighs cold and wet, I had to rest for a while before I could barely get out of bed to take a shower.
I scrubbed my entire body vigorously, especially my genitals. I rubbed them thoroughly with a sponge, ignoring the pain, and spread my swollen labia wide open so the powerful showerhead could flush out the male semen.
Of course, I also cried, and thought about how to face this unfortunate event.
Should I tell my parents? Should I call the police? Would they believe me? What would they think of me? Would they say anything hurtful to me?
"You shameless girl, if you're going to do something like this, go somewhere else! It's such a tragedy to be doing this with your own brother at home!" "You said your brother raped you, so what were the details? How much did his penis penetrate? Did it hurt? Did he ejaculate inside you? Did you feel pleasure when his penis was thrusting in and out?
Were you a virgin before this?" "Have you had sexual relations with other boys...?" "According to your brother's testimony, you weren't wearing underwear at the time, and you left it on the clothes rack in the bathroom to lure him..." Forgetting the past is easier than facing the future, so why not just pretend nothing happened, treat it as a nightmare and let it go?
Who knew that this attempt to avoid trouble would lead to even more serious consequences.
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