Date: November 18, 2000
I was a fifteen year old teenager living with my brother and parents, and had a pretty happy and fulfilling life.
But six months ago, my brother has been unable to find a job after graduating from college, and has gotten nervous and sometimes even sleepwalks in the middle of the night.
Initially, when I heard the term ‘sleepwalking’, I was really a bit scared because I often see sleepwalking in TV and movies where people kill people with knives, but after the doctor’s explanation, we realized that the truth is not as exaggerated as in the drama.
I don’t really understand the details, but my brother’s condition is still mild, so he shouldn’t do anything to hurt anyone. The most important thing is, when he sleepwalks, don’t wake him up, he will naturally go back to sleep after sleepwalking, and when he wakes up, he won’t remember what he did during sleepwalking.
But when he sleepwalks, he doesn’t know what he’s doing, so eventually something happens.
Here’s the thing.
One late night about five months ago, I felt the urge to urinate in my sleep, so I got out of bed and went to the restroom. Because I was in such a hurry and so sleepy, once I entered the restroom, I even forgot to lock the door and just closed it behind me, so I hurriedly took off my clothes and sat on the toilet to let out my urine.
I had just finished peeing when the toilet door suddenly opened and I looked up to see that it was my brother.
(WOW)
I almost shouted, but covered my mouth with my hand just in time, for I saw my brother’s eyes were tightly closed, and I knew he was sleepwalking, and dared not make a sound for fear of waking him.
As soon as he came in, he came to the toilet, and that’s when it occurred to me that he had come in to pee as well.
It was too late for me to get up and back out of the way, he was standing too close to the toilet, and if I stood up now, I would surely bump into him, so I had to remain seated and wait and see what happened.
Of course, there was no room for me to put my pants back on, so I had to let my lower body continue to be exposed, and luckily my brother’s eyes were closed and he couldn’t see anything, or else he would have been embarrassed to death.
The first time I watched a man urinate, I actually watched it face to face. It turns out that men have to spread their legs to pee just like women. And when he spreads his legs, I have to spread my legs even wider so that our four legs don’t touch each other.
This thigh spreading position caused the two flaps of flesh at the mouth of my vagina to break apart as well, and I vaguely felt a gush of coldness in my vagina. Although no one else saw it, but posing in front of my own brother in such an unattractive position still made me feel flushed.
Following that, needless to say, my brother of course pulled down his pants and pulled his prick out to pee.
When I saw him make a move, I was startled again and quickly covered my face with my hands, not daring to look. I just hoped that he would not splash me with his pee as he shot right into the puddle. (Because usually after he and dad pee, the edge of the toilet and the ground next to it are covered with yellowish urine stains, so maybe all men make the place look like this after peeing.) I couldn’t wait for my brother to finish peeing. But after waiting for a while, there was still no sound of water. I couldn’t help but peek through the cracks in my fingers, and it was amazing to see my brother using his hand to keep his prick in place, so it turned out that he was having a snog! He was actually snogging in front of his own sister!
Granted, he was sleepwalking and didn’t know what he was doing himself, but I was still a little annoyed.
(Okay, you’re going to snog me, and I’m going to see how you men snog, and I’m going to see what’s so great about your dick.)
In a state of pounding gas and curiosity, I simply put my face-covering hands down and watched my brother snog in grand style.
My brother’s penis was so long that he couldn’t hold it completely in the palm of one hand, and the liver-colored glans was sticking out of the tiger’s mouth, and when I looked at it closely, the tip of the swollen glans had a lip like thing, and there was a small hole in the middle, which was probably the place where a man let his urine out.
I used my palm and fingers to compare, my brother’s penis was almost 5 inches long and 1 inch thick, and the glans part was even 1.5 inches thick. Thinking back to my own small vagina, if my future husband’s penis is also this thick and long, it would be strange if I don’t die from penetration!
I was just thinking out loud, cold brother orgasm came, white semen from the tip of the glans sprayed out, straight to my face, I want to cover my face is too late, and then he also continued to do the action of condom, semen source shot out, I feel a warmth in my private parts, it turned out that he shot semen to my lower body as well.
Miserable! My legs were spread wide open, my private parts uncovered, and I ended up shooting right in the face.
I quickly reached for the toilet paper, and as luck would have it, my brother also reached for the toilet paper after he ejaculated, and as a result, our hands touched, and it was too late for me to retract my hand. He grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand to his lower body.
I looked up and saw that my brother hadn’t woken up yet, so I didn’t dare wrestle with him, so I had to soften my hand.
Turns out my brother was using my hand as toilet paper as he swabbed the back and palm of my hand back and forth across his dick.
It had gone soft, but my brother’s dick was still four inches long at least, and I could still feel its warmth in my hand.
After wiping for a while, he finally dropped my hand and pulled on the pump button before putting his pants back on and leaving.
Although several parts of my body were stained with my brother’s dirty liquid, I was already scared out of my wits, so how could I dare to stay in the restroom? So I hurriedly put my pants back on and left, returning to my bedroom before carefully wiping the liquid off my body.
When I was about to wipe my lower body, I realized that I had forgotten to put my panties back on earlier in my panic and ran back to my bedroom with only my pajama pants on. So I wiped my whole body clean and went back to the bathroom to retrieve my panties.
When I came to the door of the restroom, I saw that the wooden door was hidden, and the light was still on, so I thought to myself: I must have forgotten to turn off the light just now. As I thought, I pushed the door open, but my brother was in there, sniffing my panties.
I thought he was sleepwalking again, but when he turned his head, I saw that his eyes were open, and there was a demonic gleam in them… clearly he had woken up.
We exchanged four eyes. I wanted to retrieve my panties and was afraid it would cause more embarrassment. Might as well just pretend it never happened, I thought.
I tried to turn away, but just as I did, my brother tackled me from behind, one of his palms reaching through the hem of my nightgown and rubbing and squeezing my breasts through my bra.
‘Bro… what do you want…’ I felt something was wrong, but I tried to keep my voice down so as not to wake mom and dad.
‘It’s nothing… I accidentally soiled your lower body just now, so I wanted to clean it for you, or else you’ll get pregnant…’ he said while slipping his other one through the front of my pants and rubbing my private parts with the rubbed panties in his hand.
Isn’t it said that when a sleepwalker wakes up, he or she won’t be able to remember what he or she did while sleepwalking? Why would my brother know that he had shot his load into my bottom?
But I didn’t have time to think about it, because my brother was rubbing my soft silk panties against my vaginal opening, causing me to, and the tips of my nipples were hardening as he teased them with his other hand.
But my rationality also gave him a wake up call right from what he just said, these days are the danger period, if you don’t thoroughly clean the semen from your private parts, then there might still be a chance of getting pregnant.
No longer caring about my brother’s slights against me, I just wanted to break free from his pestering and dash into the toilet to take a shower, but without success. I had to verbally warn him that if he didn’t let go of me, I was going to scream.
When my brother heard that, he pulled his hand out of my pajama pants, I thought he was going to let me go, but I didn’t know that he was going to shove the panties in his hand into my mouth, so that I couldn’t scream, and both of my wrists, which were then also tightly gripped together by his hand, couldn’t move, and I couldn’t even take the panties out of my mouth even if I wanted to.
Then my brother dragged me out of the hall through the bathroom doorway, still heading in the direction of his sleeping quarters.
I knew things were no joke. I struggled harder, but the more I struggled, the tighter my brother hooped me, and I could feel his bottom harden again as my ass pressed against his lower back, and couldn’t help but be shocked.
Wouldn’t it be dangerous to think that my male organ, which was softer just a few minutes ago, was now erect again and I was finally pushed down on his bed?
Still holding me down on the bed, my brother continued to clasp both my wrists with one hand, while his other hand turned to my lower back and grabbed the front of my pants, trying to rip my pajama pants off. I kicked my feet about, and although I managed to stop him from removing my pants, they tore in the confusion, and I instantly felt a chill down my thighs.
My brother took the opportunity to tear a strip of cloth from my pants and bound me with both wrists to one of the wooden posts at the end of the bed so that he would have two hands on my bottom.
When I thought of the male organ that was five inches long and one inch thick when erect, I became even more anxious, so anxious that even my eyes were tearing up, I begged my brother in my mind to let me go, but he did not budge, instead he pulled down my pajama pants, and spread my legs wide open. I shook my head violently, but eventually my brother inserted his prick into my lower body.
”Sister, just now your little hand made my dick very hard, so you must help me out, but I’ll do it slowly, I won’t hurt you…”
Although my brother’s thrusts were slow, because his dick and especially his glans were too big, I still felt a burst of tearing pain coming from my lower body. When he was pumping, I almost fainted from the pain.
I don’t know how long it took, but my brother reached another orgasm, but this time his prick ejaculated in my vagina, forcing me to receive all of his sperm.
In order to make myself accept this unacceptable cruel fact, I comforted myself by saying: my brother must have been in a moment of impulse and could not control himself, so he did such a shameless thing to me.
I saw him climb to his feet after he had let off steam, and his upper body came to my breasts, and I thought he was going to untie the ropes that held me in place. But he wasn’t satisfied yet, he unbuttoned the chest of my nightgown, pulled up my bra, played with my breasts with his hands, and kissed my neck and cheeks with his mouth.
Though my thighs were numb from the headache, my brother’s violation of my upper body was causing me to feel bouts of pleasure.
How wonderful it would have been if the man who soothed my body had been my beloved man. Unfortunately, in reality, this man is an older brother who is worse than a beast. His caresses and passionate kisses do not stem from the innocent love between a man and a woman, but are meant to satisfy his personal beastly desires.
To my shame, my flesh became involuntarily aroused by this teasing that was both greedy and lewd, and I hated that the body of a young girl in the throes of puberty was as bad as it was.
After satisfying the desire of hand and foot, my brother’s lower body came back to the air, and ravaged me once again. This time, he wasn’t as gentle as he was just now, he ruthlessly thrust his prick into me, and also ruthlessly pumped his prick inside me, and the place that was already sore, gave his prick relentless friction, and even more so that I eventually fainted from the pain.
When I woke up, I had long since been carried back to my bed. I could feel the pain in my lower body, and even though the cum that had filled my vagina was pouring out and making the ends of my thighs cold and wet, I had to rest for a while before I was able to get out of bed and go to the bathroom to take a shower.
I scrubbed my whole body hard, especially my lower body, which I wiped clean with a sponge, and despite the pain, spread my red, swollen pussy lips wide apart so that the powerful showerhead could flush the manly fluids out of my body.
Of course, I cried a little and thought about how I was going to deal with this unfortunate event. Should I tell my parents?
Should I call the police? Will people believe me? What will they think of me? Will they talk to me in an embarrassing way?
”You are a shameless girl, if you want to have sex, you should go farther away to have sex, but actually at home with your own brother, really wronged Luo!
‘You said your brother raped you, so what were the details? How much of his penis went in? Did you feel any pain? Did he ejaculate in your vagina? Did you feel pleasure when his penis pumped inside you?
Were you a virgin before this? Have you ever had sex with other boys?…”
‘According to your brother’s statement, you didn’t have your panties on at the time, and left them on the hanger in the toilet to lure him…’
It’s easier to forget the past than to face the future, so why don’t we just pretend that nothing happened, that it was a nightmare and leave it at that?
Who knows that this approach to resting on his laurels has led to more serious consequences.
After a few days, my brother thought I was afraid of him, so he tried to rape me again while my parents were away.
Early that morning, my parents had to work an early shift and left the house early. I got out of bed and went to school a little later. When I had changed into my school uniform, even put on my socks, and was about to put on my shoes, my brother suddenly came out of his bedroom. He took me by the arm and tried to drag me into his bedroom.
I knew what he wanted to do, and I felt that he couldn’t do that to me again. I wanted to say no, but I didn’t have the courage to do so, so I just weakly pleaded with a weak excuse: ‘Bro… don’t… I… I… I’ll be late for school today…’
”Then don’t go into the room, I’ll just have a shot with you on the floor! But you have to be cooperative, don’t tug and pull with me, or else you won’t even be able to go to school if you rip your school uniform.”
I didn’t know how to fight back, or should I say, I didn’t even know if I should fight back, and as a result, I was pushed down to the hall floor in a half-hearted manner. My brother lifted up my school uniform skirt and underskirt, and pulled down my panties again, followed by raping me once again.
His movements were sharp and rough, and even though it wasn’t the first time, he still made me die. I was already in tears from the pain, but I was forced to bite my lower lip tightly, not daring to hum out a sound, because the door was half-open, and there were people passing by in the corridor outside the door from time to time, and I was afraid that I would alert the neighbors, letting them know that this kind of incestuous scandal was happening in my house.
My brother pumped for more than ten minutes before he reached his climax, and he ejaculated inside me again like last time, but this time I didn’t have time to clean my body. I hurriedly put my panties back on, then I put on my shoes and ran out of the house.
The crowd of people going to school had already receded, I ran back to school on the one hand and wiped away my tears on the other, but in fact, the end of my thighs were still aching, and I couldn’t run fast enough. Fortunately, the school was not far from my house, and as a result, I was only ten minutes late, and although I was marked with a demerit, my classmates and teachers didn’t find me in any way different.
But throughout the morning, I couldn’t concentrate on my lessons because the semen was pouring out of my body and wetting the front of my panties. The sticky, cold liquid soaked my private parts and made me feel uncomfortable. Later, I could feel the stench of semen coming from my lower body… From that day on, every time we were alone in the house, he had his way with me, sometimes on his bed, sometimes on my bed, sometimes on the sofa bed in the hall… Every time, I begged him not to do that to me again! But he shamelessly said that one thing was obscene and two things were obscene, and that since I had already done it to him, it didn’t matter if I did it to him again. He also advised me to take the opportunity to enjoy the pleasures of male-female sexual intercourse.
Although the flesh did respond with a bit of excitement, could I really enjoy this encounter, which was like being raped?
Finally, last week, I felt something strange in my body, especially since I hadn’t had my period for several months, and suddenly I had an ominous feeling in the back of my mind.
I went to the doctor for a checkup, and the most unfortunate thing really happened to me: I was pregnant with my brother’s flesh and blood.
I told my brother about it and he was at a loss for words and said he needed to think about it for a night. I thought he would give me a solution the next day, but he disappeared and left me to face this alone.
Although I was very frightened, I still did not dare to tell my parents about it. Later, about a week later, I found a clinic that did black market abortions, and I went there with the money I had saved up for years to have the operation, only to find out that the clinic had already been targeted by the police.
When I stepped into the clinic that day, the police rushed in after me, and all of them, including myself and several other pregnant women waiting for surgery, were brought back to the police station to ‘assist in the investigation’.
When it was my turn to give the questioning, I lied to them and told them that I was just going to see a common doctor. I thought that since I was so young, they would not suspect that I was going to get an abortion, but who knew that as soon as they saw my slightly protruding belly, they knew that I was already pregnant.
It turned out that the police had seen many young girls of my age having abortions, and all of them were knocked up because of promiscuity. They initially thought that I was just like those girls and were not surprised, but because I was still under sixteen, the police wanted to investigate the person who handled the baby in my belly.
Although I couldn’t hide my pregnancy any longer, I tried my best to prevent my brother from going to jail, so I made up this story: One evening about five months ago, I was taking the elevator home from school when I ran into a sex maniac, who put a knife to my neck and took me to the corner of the staircase, where he raped me, but I didn’t call the police or tell anyone about it, out of fear and shyness I didn’t tell anyone about it, but I never imagined that I’d become pregnant with the devil’s child…
When they heard my story, they thought it was something extraordinary and sent someone to the scene to investigate.
Not to mention the fact that the rape case was made up, and even if it was true, it’s been months since then, so what else can be found out? The most important thing, though, is that the hospital gave me an abortion, which is certainly much safer than black market surgery.
My parents were already worried because of my brother’s disappearance, and now hearing that I had been defiled by a sex fiend, and was even more pregnant as a result, was of course another blow to them.
If they knew that the person who knocked me up was their baby boy, I bet they would go crazy with excitement.
After getting the fetus removed, I had to stay in the hospital for several days before I could go home.
I thought that from then on, everything would be over and I would be able to live a normal life again. How could I have known that I would still have to put up with a lot of gossip, and it was all my fault for being careless and not thinking clearly in making up the story.
It turned out that when the police were investigating the case I had made up, they conducted a carpet search in my building, which of course alerted my neighbors. Although the police would keep the identity of the victim confidential, somehow the identity of the victim in this case was leaked out.
If I had known that, I would have just pointed out a random hill for the police to investigate, and then I would have my ears clean.
”Hey, I heard that Mrs. Zhang’s fontanel on your 13th floor met a sex fiend a few months ago and was raped!”
‘Yes, that’s the good girl who lives across the street from my house. She’s quite pretty and polite, and she always greets us when we meet her, but it’s a pity that she was only a teenager when she fell prey to a sex fiend… How will she ever get married?
‘Those unscrupulous perverts are specializing in eating this kind of well-behaved little girl, as the saying goes, teenage, brittle well, I see you home a few little ㄚ have to be careful.’
‘I haven’t seen her for the last week, I heard she was in the hospital for a few days, I wonder why yeah?’
‘Is it possible that she’s been infected by a sex fiend with a sexually transmitted disease? I’ve heard that some sex fiends are so infected that even prostitutes won’t do business with them, and so they seek out women from good families…”
‘It’s not a sexually transmitted disease, she’s pregnant from adultery! In the last two weeks, I’d already noticed that her waistline had thickened and her stomach was chubby, and at the time I already wondered how she’d suddenly become so fat… it turned out that she’d been knocked up by a sex fiend…”
‘The world would have such a premature thing ㄚ, can’t be true, right? I saw her yesterday, and she seemed to be in great shape.’
‘It’s because I stayed in the hospital for several days last week and had the fetus removed that I’ve returned to my old figure, but my belly must be a bit looser, that’s unavoidable…’
‘Well, you have quite a bit of experience.’
‘Blah, blah, blah, blah, spit on it and tell me again, I’ve never been knocked up by a sex fiend, I’m clean and pure…’
‘You don’t have to be so nervous, I mean you’ve had quite a few pregnancies.’
”Speak clearly, you’ve given birth to three daughters, if I don’t have experience, who does? But I really don’t have any experience in abortion. Hey, if she has an abortion at such a young age, I wonder if she will be able to have children in the future.”
‘Or maybe it could be, but it’s hard to say if any man would want her!’
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More than once I have heard the neighbors behind my back, each time I thought: the most premature life is not you a few bitch, see when your family girl also to the sex demon rape, then see you still have the mood to gossip about people’s personal affairs.
(concluded)