It was around seven years ago when tragedy struck. My parents died in a terrible car accident. I was just a toddler back then, too young to remember their faces or voices. From that day onward, my onii-chan became my world. He dropped out of school and took on countless responsibilities so that I could have a better life, a life free from struggles.
One of my earliest memories is seared into my mind like an old photograph, slightly faded but full of deep emotion. It was the day of our parents' funeral. I remember crying uncontrollably, my small frame trembling as the world around me blurred with sorrow. Onii-chan knelt down and wrapped me in his arms, his embrace warm and reassuring against the cold winds of grief. He whispered softly, "Ayase-chan, I promise you, I'll take care of you. Everything you need, everything you ask for, I'll be your mother and father, so don't cry." His voice, though strained, was full of determination, and I clung to him as if he was my lifeline.
That memory is the only clear remnant of my childhood, the moment when I believe I first fell in love with my beloved onii-chan. Yes, I love him deeply, with every beat of my heart. His smile makes butterflies stir in my stomach, his laughter wraps around me like a warm blanket, and his gentle words leave me breathless. He is my everything—tall, kind, and endlessly caring. He takes care of my every need and has been my silent hero through life's challenges.
This morning, I woke up before the sun kissed the horizon, its soft light barely painting the sky in hues of lavender and rose. I wanted to surprise him with breakfast. After freshening up and slipping into my school uniform, I bustled around the kitchen. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling eggs filled the air, creating a warm, inviting atmosphere. Once everything was ready, I tiptoed down the hall to onii-chan's room, my heart fluttering like a trapped bird in my chest.
As I pushed open the door, the sight before me made my breath catch. He was still asleep, the soft morning light casting gentle shadows across his face. His dark lashes rested against his cheeks, and his chest rose and fell with each rhythmic breath. For a moment, I stood frozen, taking in his peaceful expression. My heart raced as a sudden, wild thought crossed my mind.
Before I could stop myself, I moved closer, the wooden floor creaking softly under my feet. Leaning over the edge of his bed, I hesitated, my face just inches from his. His warm breath tickled my skin, and the room seemed to grow warmer as if sharing in my secret. Slowly, I closed the distance and brushed my lips against his, the touch as fleeting as a whisper. My pulse pounded in my ears, and I felt as if my heart would burst from my chest.
A rush of panic surged through me. What if he wakes up? I pulled back just as his eyes flickered beneath his lids. I stood still, hoping against hope that he hadn't noticed. Heat flooded my cheeks, and I felt as if I was glowing like the morning sun.
He stirred and opened his eyes, blinking as he focused on me. A lazy smile spread across his face, and he greeted me with a sleepy, "Good morning, dear! You're up early." He looked at me more closely and added, "You're already dressed for school? I'll prepare your breakfast after I wash up, okay?"
"No... no need," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. "I've already made it. Come and tell me how it tastes."
His eyes widened slightly in surprise, and a smile touched his lips. "Really? That's very nice. Yay!" He chuckled softly, the sound melting away my nervousness. He sat up, ruffled my hair affectionately, and I giggled, a soft, breathless sound. The room felt brighter, filled with the warmth of his touch.
As he walked out to wash up, I stood there, my heart still racing with the secret thrill of what I had just done.
Later, at the breakfast table, I watched him as he took his first bite. He chewed thoughtfully, the morning light catching the curve of his jaw. "Hmm… it's really good," he said, looking up at me with eyes that sparkled with surprise. "Where did you learn to cook like this?"
I bit my lip, fighting the smile threatening to break free. "Well, when you're at work, and I get hungry, I cook for myself," I replied, feeling a rush of joy at his compliment. His approval was like sunshine, warm and nourishing.
After breakfast, I gathered my bag and headed to school, stealing glances back at him as he left for work. The day dragged on, each moment filled with thoughts of him. Even though we lived together, I missed him terribly whenever we were apart.
When school ended, I hurried home, expecting to see his familiar smile at the door. But the house was silent, and he hadn't returned yet. I changed into my casual clothes and turned on the TV, the sounds barely registering as I waited. Minutes stretched into hours, and a quiet longing crept into my heart.
Finally, I heard a knock at the door. My heart leaped, and I raced to open it. There he stood, but something was off. He was swaying slightly, and in his hand, he held a single flower. His smile was faint, almost fragile, as he petted my head.
"Thank you," I said, accepting the flower, but worry coiled in my chest. His eyes were distant, unfocused. He didn't speak, didn't joke like he usually did. He stumbled slightly, catching himself against the doorframe. Onii-chan never drank, but he looked disoriented, as if in a fog.
"Onii-chan, what happened? Are you okay?" I asked, my voice laced with worry.
He didn't reply. Instead, he walked past me, heading to his room with unsteady steps. I stood there, the silence pressing down on me like a weight. Something was wrong—terribly wrong.
A sharp pang of anxiety pierced my heart. I moved hesitantly toward his room, the creak of the floorboards echoing in the quiet house. I pushed the door open and found him sitting on the edge of his bed, his head bowed, the flower forgotten at his side. His shoulders slumped as if bearing an invisible burden, and my heart ached to reach out to him.
"Onii-chan!" I called softly, my voice carrying a gentle warmth. He looked at me briefly, his eyes full of sadness, then he lowered his head, shoulders slumping under the weight of unspoken sorrow.
I walked over and sat beside him, close enough that our bodies touched. "Onii-chan, did I do something wrong? Please, tell me," I murmured, placing my hand tenderly over his, feeling his warmth beneath my fingertips.
He glanced up at me, and I saw tears gathering in his eyes. My heart ached, feeling as if it was breaking into a million pieces.
"I... well, I proposed to this girl I liked, and she turned me down," he admitted, his voice cracking with emotion. Each word seemed to weigh on him, heavy and raw.
Without thinking, I pulled him close, cradling his head against my chest. My arms wrapped around him protectively, feeling the soft warmth of his face nestled against me. My heart pounded as his breaths came in shaky bursts, his cheek brushing against me. I could feel the subtle rise and fall of his chest, our bodies melting into each other in the quiet comfort we shared.
"Shh... it's okay. I'm here for you," I whispered soothingly, my voice calm and steady as I ran my fingers through his hair, each stroke meant to comfort him.
His arms wrapped around me tightly, clinging as if I was his anchor. I could feel the heat radiating from him, his hands pressing firmly against my back. In that intimate moment, my feelings spilled over. "I love you, Onii-chan," I whispered, the words slipping out before I could stop them. "More than anyone else in the world."
He looked up at me, his face mere inches from mine, his breath warm against my skin. "Ayase..." he whispered, the sound of my name on his lips sending a soft shiver through me.
His breath, warm and tickling against my skin, sent a shiver down my spine. I raised his head gently, letting our eyes meet, a spark igniting between us. Slowly, I leaned in, our faces just inches apart, and then our lips met in a kiss—a deep, lingering kiss that seemed to hold every unsaid word, every hidden feeling.
The world around us faded, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. When we finally parted, he looked at me, his face flushed and his eyes wide with wonder. "Ayase... what are you doing?" he whispered, his voice barely audible, like a secret we were sharing in the stillness of the room.
"I want to make you feel good, like you do for me" I replied
"But we can't, we're siblings," he protested, his voice filled with confusion.
"Why doed it matter Onii-Chan. Only thing that matters is my love for you." I said, my voice filled with affection.
I gently pushed him, and he lay down on the bed. "Ayase..." he said, barely above a whisper, and he was still drunk. I knew he can't stop me now.
I pulled up his shirt. I licked on his chest, down to his tummy. "I'm gonna make you feel really good, Onii-chan."
His face red. He tried to push me away, but I didn't hinged. He asked to stop. "Ayase, if you don't stop, I might... couldn't stop myself."
"It's alright, Onii-chan. Do what you want with me. I just want to make you you happy."
Then I removed his belt. Opened his pant and pulled down the zipper, pulled his pant down. He was already hard, I touched his cock, feeling his warm length on my palm. Then I pulled down his underwear, his cock bounced out.
Seeing his cock, made my heart beat faster. It was big and long. The smell was intoxicating. Not able to stop myself, I held it in my hand and I started giving him a hand job. I could hear him moan.
The I put it my mouth. Licking it from every side. His taste was heavenly. I couldn't stop myself as I gave him a blowjob. I Wanted to make him cum and taste his essence.
"Onii-Chan, do you feel good? Should I lick here or here?" I teased, as I continued sucking on his cock. It wasn't long that I felt his cock, twitching in my mouth and it was growing bigger. Suddenly something gushed out from his cock, as he moaned.
I took every bit of his semen in my mouth, without spilling any. I started savoring the taste as I gulped it down my throat.
"You cum so much… It tasted divine." I Praised him.
"Ayase, please stop. If we Continue like this, We wouldn't be able to go back to being brother and sister," he asked.
"Don't worry, we can be more." I replied.
Then I started removing my clothes., I pulled my out top and shorts. Now, I was only in my undergarments.
Then I removed my bra, revealing my boobs. My nipples were perked up. Then I removed my panties. Showing of my virgin vagina to him.
I sat on top of him, completely naked. My virgin vagina touching his cock. "Onii-chan, look at me, at your Ayase," I asked, desperately, feeling really happy to be able to finally becoming one with him.
"Look at my boobs, Onii-Chan, look how hard my nipples are. They're hard because of you, so take responsibility." I asked, feeling really horny and desperate for his touch.
Suddenly, he grabbed my boobs. I moaned. Every nerve ending electrified. My head spun. I felt my body warming. My moans grew louder, as he sucked harder.
"Onii-chan, don't stop, do it harder," I insisted, my moans growing louder.
As he continued sucking, he started pinching on my other nipple. The double sensation, making me loose my mind.
I could feel, I was getting wetter, his cock, hitting my vagina. As he continued sucking, I came as I moaned "Onii-Chaaaan!"
I gathered my courage and I told him "Let's do it, Onii-Chan, I can't wait anymore."
I positioned my vagina on top of his cock. His hands, holding my hips. His massive cock sliding in. I moaned as his cock started piercing through my hymen. Blood coming out, indicating, that I lost my purity. I felt really as happy to be doing this with my beloved Onii-Chan.
As he completely went in, I moaned loudly, feeling my body will melt.
As I started moving, I moaned louder.
My boobs bouncing with every thrust of his cock. I could feel my mind going blank.
Suddenly, he started moving his hands, grabbing my hips. He started pulling and pushing my hips up and down his length. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
I bend down on him. My boobs pressing against his chest. My hands wrapping around him as we continued. I moaned louder, my voice not stopping. We looked at each other and We kissed. Our tongue, licking each other. Saliva coming out of our mouth.
"Onii-Chan, I am really close, don't stop, pound harder, "I asked breathlessly.
"I going to cum too," he declared.
"Really? do it in me, I want your baby, and I want to give birth to your baby." I said, desperately.
"Let us cum together, let me scream Onii-Chan as we climax." I pleaded, my voice sounding really desperate.
"Onii-chan, Onii-chan, Onii-Chan, I am Cuming." I Cried out, feeling his Cum gushing out, filling me up completely.
I fell on top of his chest, breathing hoarsely.
"I love you, Onii-Chan!" I said, my voice filled with affection.
"I love you, too" he replied, his voice filled with care.
We held each other close as we fell asleep.
From that day one, he fucked me whenever he wanted. I became his personal cumdumbster.
He fucked me while cooking bathing, sleeping and in the toilet. he fucked me however he wanted.
"Onii-chan, do you still love that girl?" I asked as he held me close, and pounded deep inside me.
"No, I only love you now," he replied, his voice filled with affection.
"Ayase, I am going to cum," he announced.
"Give it to me, make me pregnant with your child." I asked, desperately.
As he ejaculated inside me, I moaned "Onii-Chaaaaaan!"
"Onii-Chan… I am really grateful to you and I love you," I confessed, breathlessly.
Our heart remain entwined, defying societal norms.
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