From the moment I realized what a sexy little leprechaun my sister, was, I couldn’t help but fall in love with her.
The erotic thoughts of wanting to have sex with her kept taking over my mind, so that I couldn’t even think about anything else.
My little sister had an attractive female torso, and a gentle, kind personality (even if I was only interested in her torso at that point).
Oddly enough, my lust for her would be seen as perverse, although any horny man in this world would jump at the chance to fuck his own sister if they could, even if they would go to hell. But, among all the horny men in the world, I was the only one who was not allowed to even think about it.
I remember, one summer, we attended a cousin’s wedding tea.
My little sister wore a very pretty blue jumpsuit and sat in a regular chair, looking ahead at the wedding going on, while I sat behind her.
I think the chair must have been uncomfortable for her because my little sister couldn’t stop leaning forward to find a comfortable place to sit.
However, because of her bending motion, the blue one-piece dress that originally fit just right became loose from the shoulders and opened up slightly in the front, so from my angle, I could just catch a glimpse of the situation inside the dress.
I saw that my little sister’s bra had shifted a bit, making those beautifully shaped breasts show through the cups.
In the shimmering light, the slender curves of the young girl’s naked breasts were reflected on my retinas; what’s more, I saw delicate, juicy cranberries blooming at the top of the bra.
The cranberry, instead of lying quietly flat against the breast, jutted out proudly, creating a tantalizing viewpoint over the cup.
Instead, I stood frozen, salivating over the cranberry, imagining myself taking it into my mouth and sucking its juices.
Unfortunately, her mom noticed her little sister’s discomfort and told her to go inside to rest and regain her spirits.
My little sister got up and straightened her dress, much to my dismay. And she ebbed into the house, leaving only a brother with a raging cock, unable to stop thinking back to what he had just seen, trying to burn the perfect lines of those breasts into his mind.
There’s no way I’m going to tell her about my emotions.
Not just for the sake of traditional morality, but also because our parents were very conservative and even more devoutly religious, believing that sex is inherently evil, and at the same time passing on this idea to us, so that my little sister and I grew up with this kind of upbringing.
Of course, these rules and regulations meant nothing to me, but my little sister was different, she was a good girl and only revered me as a brother and nothing else.
More than the desires of my heart, I really, really love and protect my little sister, so I muted my incestuous desires, not daring to let this pure young girl who respects me from the bottom of her heart know.
I don’t know what my little sister thinks about such filthy thoughts of mine, and I don’t dare to know, so I’m not going to destroy our current intimacy for the sake of a frivolous tryst.
Four years later, when my little sister and some of her classmates were on their way home from school, there was a car accident.
The momentary strong impact caused her entire body to lean forward and hit the windshield; by the resistance of her seatbelt, she didn’t fly out of the car, but the collision with the glass left her in a severe coma, and she was never able to come to her senses.
The doctors told us that our little sister was in bad shape and would probably die; they said that even if she could wake up from her coma, she would have considerable brain damage.
I was sincerely shocked.
At this moment, I suddenly realized that I was so deeply in love with my little sister, and the feeling was definitely more than mere lust.
Mom, Dad and I visited her often.
During each visit, I kept clarifying my emotions and regretted even more that I hadn’t told her how much I loved her before her car accident.
One fateful night, I ended my usual one-sided talk and tried to leave, only to realize it was long past visiting hours.
I guess the nurse must have assumed that I had already left with my parents, so she didn’t bother to confirm.
I sat at the head of my little sister’s bed, gazing at her face as pale as the first snow, which was so peaceful, as if deeply asleep, and then my eyes were drawn to a pair of surging bulges under the sheets.
I looked at the sheets instead, my eyes following the rise and fall of my little sister’s chest as she breathed, watching deeply for a long, long time.
When my sanity cleared again, I didn’t realize what I had just been thinking about, but just slowly walked to the edge of the bed and unbuttoned my little sister’s neck, freeing those small, smooth breasts that I remembered.
I lowered myself down and took the bright red nipple into my mouth, sucking gently, just as I had dreamed of the sight over and over again over the years.
The emotional and physical demands of love do not stop impinging on reason (but mostly the physical demands).
I knew it was wrong, but I also realized that this would be the only chance I would have to enjoy my little sister’s body at will.
I took off my pants in three tries, climbed onto the bed and spread my little sister’s slippery legs.
Kneeling between her legs, I took my hard, iron-rod-like cock in my hand, the glans against the entrance to my own sister’s honey hole.
My little sister’s pussy was so dry, but after a few minutes of rubbing my cock up and down the mouth of her pussy, it started to get moist, and with a few swipes of spit on my glans, I was finally able to slowly push my cock in.
Pushing in inches, I wordlessly lay on top of my little sister, savoring the sweet touch of my kissing sister’s honey hole, and after a few minutes, I began to push my cock, moving my meat in and out of her.
I know this is sick, pathetic behavior.
Everyone says that having sex with an unconscious female corpse is no fun at all, but I must say that it was the most wonderful sexual experience I’ve ever had.
As I ejaculated, I had a thought, I don’t want this to be the only time, maybe, I can think of a proper way to keep using my little sister’s flesh.
The final idea was to change the disguise.
I used the time to learn from people how to dress up, bought some clothes that matched my purpose, got a pair of fake breasts, and signed up to volunteer at the hospital where my little sister lived.
I figured out the rules of the hospital and always snuck into my little sister’s hospital room when no one was around to enjoy her body.
Three times a week, as soon as the bell rang, I rushed back to my apartment, put on women’s clothes, changed into my disguise, and went to the hospital.
I wondered what the look on my mom and dad’s faces would be if they found me in the hospital dressed in women’s clothing and working as a medical volunteer.
In fact, I think they’ll probably think I’m a lesbian or a cross-dresser, but they’ll never guess that I’m going to be incestuous with my own sister in this getup.
Half a year passed quickly, my little sister was still in a coma, my mom and dad were constantly praying, everyone was worried, and I was the only one, who gained true happiness.
I was constantly having sex with my beloved and had found a very cushy job at the same time I was about to graduate.
In the past, I wasn’t too conscious of my family’s financial situation, but at this point, I finally realized that my mom and dad were on the verge of financial collapse because of the large sums of money my little sister continued to pay for her medical bills, and our insurance coverage didn’t cover hospital admissions, which made the future outlook even more stretched.
I worked hard to figure out how to make things better, starting by picking up a couple part-time jobs and quitting my volunteer work at the hospital.
Of course there were still visits, just no more dressing up in women’s clothes and stealing fucks from my little sister.
I even tried to raise money on the internet, but all I got was laughs from people.
A month later, the family received a phone call from my sister’s hospital.
The doctor called us over and told us some surprising facts.
My little sister had woken up from her coma, something that made Mom, Dad, and I very excited, but the doctor’s expression was very much tinged with oddity.
The doctor cleared his throat to remind us of his presence, and then, lowering his voice, he told us something strange: my little sister was four months pregnant.
Looking back on that moment, I really don’t know how to describe the look on my mom and dad’s faces; in fact, I doubt I had a look on my face in that moment.
In the depths of my mind, I may have long thought about the consequences of using my little sister’s flesh in such an uncontrolled manner, but I always put it behind me every moment when my cock was in her hole.
In any case, things turned out, unexpectedly, in our favor.
In order to avoid going to court, with a lawsuit that is bound to be lost, the hospital decided to waive all medical expenses for the little sister, and gave a sizable amount of compensation.
My little sister woke up, but, as the doctors had predicted, she had some brain damage. It’s not that she’s an idiot or anything, she’s just lost a lot of her memories, her reflexes aren’t as sharp as they used to be, and she sometimes giggles.
She was no longer the vibrant, sexy, glamorous girl she had been before; now she was just a very ordinary girl, but in my eyes she was as sexy and charming as she had been when she was a little girl, and as tame as she had been after hours.
Mom and Dad don’t care about that at all, they’re just ashamed of their daughter’s bizarre pregnancy and lock their little sister out of the house all day.
I was offended by this and offered to let my little sister live with me and move together to the city where I now live.
Mom and Dad were so happy that they didn’t say a word and immediately helped their little sister pack her bags.
A few months later, my little sister gave birth to our child in the city while we siblings raised the child together.
Finding an opportunity, I told my little sister the love in my heart, as it was.
When I finished, I held her hand and told her that I wanted to live with her like a couple; and she giggled and agreed.
I was so happy that I immediately pinned her down on the couch, pulled out my cock, spread her legs, and pushed my rod into that long-lost honey hole.
My little sister tossed and turned underneath me and screamed.
We did it four times in two hours. My own sister’s flesh, still so attractive, made me as hairy and monkey as a boy in love for the first time.
Just the year after my little sister’s birth, Mom and Dad, who were visiting on a rare occasion, were deeply shocked by what they saw.
They couldn’t believe this was happening.
I didn’t admit to anything, but I think it should have been obvious to Mom and Dad that I was the only candidate to be the next seed in my little sister’s belly for her second child.
Since then we have become estranged between parent and child, but Mom and Dad did not publicize it, for them, reputation is more important than everything in life, and must not let the countryside friends and relatives know that their sons and daughters are now incestuous cohabitation, and also share the crystallized next generation.
After that, when they found out my little sister was pregnant for the third time, we were officially out of the paternity and both parties said nothing about each other, but it didn’t matter anymore, my little sister and I had a family of our own and were enjoying the warmth of home life with our children.
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