Chapter 32

I can't remember what time it was and was there drizzle outside that night?

I only remember Wenwen's tears at that time...

People who have never been lonely do not know the taste of loneliness.

Those who have never been betrayed do not know the feeling of being betrayed.

People who have never been abandoned do not know the feeling of being abandoned.

I never knew that choosing to leave me would bring such harm to her...

┅┅┅┅┅Do you have to leave?

Wenwen, don’t you want me to leave?

Then, each other fell into a brief silent silence again.

I didn't know what to say, but my answer was yes at that time. I could only leave her, otherwise I wouldn't know what would hurt her again?

I just don't want you to leave!!

This is her answer, so simple and enough to make me suffer.

Looking at Wenwen's tears of sadness shed because she was afraid of being abandoned by me, I realized that love may be full of joy, but it often comes with pain.

My love for her not only makes me suffer, but also hurts her like this.

Since childhood, we have already embarked on this path of no return...

So I could only turn around and leave her room, ignore any shouts she had at me, and walk towards my room.

But she also quickly walked out and entered my room.

I ignored her at that time, just turned off the light, and then went into the inside of my quilt, lying with my back to her.

I always want to hold her tightly, share my love with her, and tell her my feelings for her.

But I know that I can't respond to her, nor should I respond to her... There shouldn't be love between brothers and sisters. This is my mistake, and it is also a wrong desire that I can't resist.

In my dark room, none of us spoke.

I don’t know how long it took for me to be silent. Suddenly, I felt the quilt pull up, and the bed swayed slightly, and then I came over and she was lying beside me.

What does Wenwen’s milk do??

I was a little scared by her sudden behavior at that time, so I almost shouted like this.

But I quickly thought that she had just woken up from a nightmare and was a lonely nightmare. Maybe she just hoped that I could be by my side...

But she didn't expect it at all, and she actually put her hand on me behind me and hugged me from my waist.

Brother... I remember everything about breasts playing games with me when I was a child... Sometimes I think of these things...

I didn't expect that Wenwen would suddenly talk to me about these things.

For a moment, I can't help it, after all, these things have always been a taboo for us to keep silent.

┅┅Wenwen, now my milk should know that I have to leave my milk...

But after listening to what I said, Wenwen hugged me tighter inside the quilt.

At that time, for a long time, we didn't speak.

Later, I decided to speak first and let her understand: Wenwen, can my uncle understand why my brother left?My brother knew that he would keep hurting his milk for desire, so he has really been in a very painful past few years.This is why I have to leave my breasts...

Brother, can't you stay?I don't want to be alone anymore...

Wenwen││Will you dare to play with your brother again like the game we were kids?

At that time, I asked her simply, and Wenwen fell silent.

Because at that time I believed that she would accept this unchangeable fact and give up and let me leave, giving each other a future that they really deserve.

Unexpectedly, after a few minutes of silence, I was already planning to drive her out of my room, but in silence, I felt her hand slowly moving towards my shorts and reaching her waist.

Although she used her underwear to cover the entire bulge of my body with her palms.

After I tried to force sex with her on the pretext of playing games with her in the middle school, it took more than six years to touch my vagina with my hands again.

But I was even more scared at that time. After all, since I was a child, I had been exploring my sister's body without knowing her, and she had never been so active.

Wenwen││

┅Brother, don’t you always like me to do this to you┅┅?

I couldn't respond when I heard her words.

After all, since I was a child, I really liked to let her touch my vagina.

I don’t know why, but I just like being held by her like this and feeling the warmth of her palms.

At that time, I felt that Wenwen really took the initiative to hold my penis and started to have an erection involuntarily.

Although I was covered with underwear, I still angrily rose to the point.

I knew Wenwen must have felt it, but she didn't say anything and didn't react at all. She just continued to hold it.

I could feel that my desire was being provoked by her little by little.

I want more, I long for more, and Wenwen took the initiative to do this to me, so even if I have been patient with myself, the desire in my heart is about to be out of control.

For a long time, since Wenwen grew up and became sensible, I could only imagine this moment in my fantasy, or use drugs to make her awaken.

Now she really came to me with consciousness and took the initiative to cover my vagina with her palms.

So, I still reached out and pulled my pants back to my knees, then I grabbed her hand covering my panties, took off my panties with the other hand, and exposed my entire erect penis inside the quilt.

I grabbed her hand and guided her to hold my cock.

At first she was very hesitant, but she quickly opened her hand and held it.

It was this feeling that made my reason collapse and once again filled with endless desires like burning in hell.

It was almost instinctive at that time. I wanted to turn around to face her, but Wenwen was blocked from behind me: Brother, no... Don't turn around...

Listening to her slightly scared voice, I knew at that time that Wenwen was afraid that I would turn around to face her.

Because we all know that in this case, I may take advantage of the situation to take further action against her, rather than just letting her hold it like this.

So, I could only keep it as it is silently.

But she really can't do anything, just holding my penis quietly, without much pleasure.

Maybe Wenwen had masturbated herself before, but she must have no experience in masturbating for boys, so after struggling for a few years, I boldly asked her hands to stroke up and down to help me masturbate.

At the beginning, she didn't know why I asked her to do this, so she hesitated to let her hand slowly move on my penis, causing the foreskin to rub against the glans.

At that moment, I immediately felt the pleasure of masturbation, and because I knew that this was done by Wenwen with her hands, it made me even more excited.

With Wenwen's stroke, my last reason slowly disappeared again, just wanting to enjoy this pleasure.

But because she didn't understand and I didn't respond, she stopped moving shortly after she stroked it.

But I immediately asked her to continue moving, and she would not stop, so she would continue to help me masturbate and stroke.

Occasionally, she would stop and rest for a while. Her hands should be sore, and then she continued to help me with my own stroking.

My mood was strange and complicated at that time.

Feeling the pleasure my lower body gave me from my sister, I felt a slight sense of anxiety and guilt in my heart, but I was more eager to let this feeling last.

At that time, I was thinking about her vagina, all the damp and hot feeling that night, and imagined that I was feeling all this again.

After about ten minutes like this, I was about to climax and ejaculate.

I should stop, otherwise I will get stuck in the sheets and quilts.

But for me at that time, the desire to ejaculate in Wenwen's hands exceeded all worries.

After all, if I just stopped like this, I really don’t know if Wenwen would be willing to help me masturbate so easily?

My heart was like a violent drum, pounding my chest hard, as if urging all my desires.

Finally, after reaching the peak, I began to ejaculate violently, as if the blood in the blood vessels were echoing each other.

It was almost when I was ejaculating, and I felt that Wenwen wanted to let go of her hand.

She probably felt that my penis was twitching violently from usual because of ejaculation, so she was surprised to let go of her hand.

But I immediately put my palm on her hand and used my movements to help me continue this last stage of self-esteem, otherwise the ejaculation action would suddenly be interrupted and I would stop as if I had no power.

After a long time, after the ejaculation movement was over, reason slowly emerged from the extremely satisfied climax.

Then, I let go of her hand, and Wenwen's hand holding my penis was then released.

Then I wanted to lift the quilt and sit up, but Wenwen still couldn't figure out the situation and asked me not to move.

So at that time I could only answer her clearly: It doesn't matter... My brother has ejaculated...

I believe that it must be until this time that she realized that the movement of her gloves just now was helping me masturbate.

Then she stopped pressing my body from behind me, allowing me to turn around and lift the quilt to sit up.

At this time, a fishy smell of semen immediately spread throughout the room, and it was mixed with the fragrance of Wenwen in the room.

I know Wenwen must have smelled semen, but I dare not think about her feelings or thoughts in depth, just like if I don’t mention her, she won’t mention it.

I turned around and turned on the nightlight on the bedside table next to Wenwen, and my room was brighter again.

At this time, in addition to Wenwen's slightly at a loss, I also saw the semen stained on the bed sheets.

Looking at the semen stained on the sheets, I felt only a deeper feeling of guilt.

I actually had such an inappropriate thing with my sister again, and I blamed myself for it.

I turned around and looked at Wenwen who was sitting upright behind me. She looked at my penis and semen that began to soften. Then she found that I was looking at her, and she looked back at me.

I believe that after several years, she saw my mature penis with her own eyes again...

I will always remember Wenwen's eyes at this time, with a slight fear and at a loss, and I don't know how to deal with such a situation.

Wenwen, you have your hands...

I looked at her right hand, and there was indeed a semi-condensed liquid thread implicated by milky semen in the gaps in her fingers.

She also looked at the semen on her hands, not knowing what to do.

┅┅That doesn’t matter, go to the toilet and wash the milk... Then help my brother get the toilet paper in.

Then, she left my bed silently and walked towards the toilet.

That night, there was nothing more to say...

She helped me get the toilet paper back, stood quietly by the bed and watched me wipe it clean, and then returned to her room.

We didn't talk again, and I didn't dare to look at her again.

Because whenever I look at her, I feel the condemnation of my conscience...