I stared at the sight before me, my pulse hammering. The girl's pubic mound bulged prominently, pale and glistening with a smooth, greasy sheen. It looked full and inviting, crowned with sparse, soft curls of light brown pubic hair that framed the area delicately. At the center ran a delicate honeyed seam, where her entrance had drawn tight, revealing two small, light-red folds of flesh pressed together like delicate clam shells, leaving no gap between them. Just below, a tiny brown vortex with shallow, intricate folds marked her rear entrance—a small, cute chrysanthemum that only heightened the erotic tension.
Her folds already appeared moist and creamy, slick with arousal. It seemed she had grown excited despite everything, or perhaps because of it.
My mind burned with raw need. Ignoring every possible consequence, I stepped forward without a word. The swollen head of my cock pressed against her entrance. I reached down, parted her plump, full outer lips, and rubbed the tip along her slick seam before pushing firmly inside her incredibly tight channel.
The girl—Anna—let out a sharp, delicate whimper. Her brows furrowed deeply, her upper body arched off the bed, and she threw her head back like a startled fawn struck by an arrow. She froze in place, rigid and unmoving for several long seconds.
I showed no mercy. My thick glans forced apart her clinging inner walls and drove forward until I bottomed out, striking the soft, yielding flower at the deepest point of her sex. Her entrance clamped down around me like a vice, the hot, velvety flesh along her tunnel squeezing and rippling desperately around my shaft. A wave of intense numbness and overwhelming pleasure surged through my entire body. I gritted my teeth, a sharp hiss escaping my throat.
At the same moment, a flicker of doubt crossed my mind. It felt as though I had just torn through a thin barrier of flesh.
A hymen? Could this little temptress actually still be a virgin?
It seemed impossible. She had shown such practiced skill in every teasing gesture and seductive move—every inch the eager little vixen. How could she have kept her virginity intact?
Yet there she lay with her eyes squeezed shut, brows locked in pain, teeth clenched, cheeks flushed crimson. Her small hands twisted the bedsheets in a white-knuckled grip, her toes curled tightly, and the veins in her neck stood out prominently. This was genuine agony, not an act.
I hooked my hands beneath her slender legs and bent them upward, gazing down to where we were joined. Her pussy gripped my cock with no space to spare, the tender mound stretched so tightly it looked almost translucent—white skin flushed rosy, glistening with a soft, sticky sheen. No bright red blood had appeared yet.
See? I told myself. She can't possibly be a virgin.
Without further hesitation, I began to withdraw. As I pulled back even slightly, Anna cried out in a trembling, doll-like voice, “Brother… it hurts~!”
I couldn’t tell whether the pain was real or part of some performance, but her inner walls were genuinely constricting me. Even drenched in her slick juices, there was almost no room to thrust. It felt like her channel was trying to wring my cock dry with every tiny movement.
I paused, breathing hard. My erection throbbed powerfully inside her narrow heat, swelling with each heartbeat as fresh desire coursed through me.
Once her expression eased a little, I steeled myself and slowly dragged my iron-hard length outward. She frowned harder, her small hands clawing at the sheets, her features twisting in discomfort. Through gritted teeth, she whimpered again, “It hurts~!”
This time I didn’t stop. I pushed through the resistance, feeling her cherry-red inner lips cling and stretch around me as I withdrew. When only the head of my cock remained inside her, I noticed a faint trace of crimson in the groove beneath the glans. The torn fabric of her underwear nearby had already absorbed a small red stain.
I was stunned. She truly had been a virgin.
A pang of regret hit me. I looked up and saw tears glistening on her cheeks, her perfect teeth biting into her lower lip. Her brows remained furrowed as she gazed at me with a timid, aggrieved expression that tugged at my chest.
“Does it… still hurt?” My voice came out softer than I intended.
Anna realized I had discovered her secret. The vulnerability in her eyes shifted into stubborn defiance mixed with anger. She turned her face away and remained silent.
I reached out to brush the tears from her cheek, but she slapped my hand aside with surprising force. Though tears still clung to her lashes, she refused to sob aloud.
For some reason, learning she had been untouched filled me with unexpected joy. At the same time, her fierce, unyielding pride made my heart ache with tenderness.
Drawing from past experience, I took care not to rush. I kept the head of my cock nestled at her entrance, then leaned down over her chest. I captured one of her pink nipples between my lips, alternating between gentle suction and light, teasing licks. My right hand slid between her thighs to find her delicate clit, which I pinched and rubbed with slow, careful strokes.
Gradually, her breathing quickened into soft, rapid pants. The tight ring of muscle gripping my glans softened, turning hot, slick, and yielding—like warm, melting fat. It was clear she had grown genuinely aroused.
Sensing the moment, I drew a deep breath, gripped her knees, and eased forward once more. I parted her creamy, compact passage and sank back into her depths.
“Hmm~!” Anna gasped. The sound held pain, trembling, and a growing note of exhausted pleasure.
I began moving slowly inside her. Her lithe body rocked gently with each thrust. She turned her flushed face to the side, biting her index finger as her breathing grew faster. Soft, broken moans escaped her now and then—half-sobs that sounded intoxicating.
I stroked the top of her head gently. “Does it still hurt?”
She hesitated, then gave a small, slow nod.
I couldn’t understand it. If she truly had been a virgin, why had she worked so hard to seduce me? The question lingered, but lust soon overwhelmed my thoughts. I grabbed her smooth, white-stockinged legs, lifted them onto my shoulders, and began thrusting with more force while my hands roamed and caressed her thighs.
Her responses grew sweeter. “Hmm… hmm… hmm… Ah…”
The walls of her pussy remained almost impossibly tight, squeezing my cock with such intensity that even with full strength it would have been a struggle to enter her. The sensation was exquisite.
Just as pleasure threatened to drown me completely, I noticed several thin, crisscrossing scars on her right wrist. Curious, I reached out and took her hand. The raised, angry lines stood out starkly against her fair skin. They looked old but had clearly caused immense pain.
I froze, a vague understanding dawning on me.
Anna startled at my touch and yanked her wrist back desperately, trying to hide it beneath her body. Panic flashed in her eyes.
Neither of us spoke. We simply stared at each other, my cock still buried deep inside her.
The intensity of the moment made me forget to move for a while. Whatever she had endured, her frightened expression broke my heart.
After a long pause, I resumed thrusting—but far more gently, with care and restraint.
I had just found my rhythm again when my phone rang from the pocket of my trousers lying on the bed. I instinctively reached for it. The caller was Mia. My heart jumped.
Mia wasn’t on holiday this week and should have been at school. Why call now?
“Hello?”
“Psychopath, what are you doing?” Mia asked cheerfully.
Hearing my sister’s voice while buried inside the girl beneath me sent a confusing thrill through me. My cock twitched hard inside Anna’s heat, and I couldn’t resist a small thrust.
“I… I’m not doing anything. What about you?”
“Next Tuesday is your birthday. I can’t come home, but I ordered a gift online. It should arrive in a couple of days. Don’t forget to check for it.”
“What kind of gift?” I asked, beginning to move slowly again inside Anna. The sensation felt strangely like being with my own sister.
“I’m not telling. It’s a surprise.”
“Really?” My pace quickened. Anna rocked back and forth under the impact, biting her finger and frowning as she fought to stay quiet.
“I won’t keep you. You’ll see when it arrives. Bye-bye.”
I was too excited to let her hang up. “Wait a minute!”
“What else?” Mia sounded puzzled.
“I… I haven’t heard your voice in a while. I just want to listen to it.”
“You’re acting weird. What’s wSophia with you?”
“You… just call me brother.”
“What? Why?” Mia sounded confused.
“Never mind. Just say it.”
After a pause, she said softly, “Brother.”
The word pushed me over the edge. I drove into Anna’s narrow pussy with frantic force, completely forgetting how recently she had lost her virginity.
The rough impact made her cry out in pain—“Ah!”—and Mia’s tone turned suspicious. “What are you doing?”
“I…” I stopped abruptly. My cock remained sheathed in her convulsing heat. I struggled for words.
“Are you with Lily ?”
“Ah…”
“You two perverts!” Mia cursed and hung up. She had clearly guessed the situation but assumed the wSophia girl.
I tossed the phone aside and looked down at Anna. She met my gaze curiously. “Your birthday is next Tuesday?”
“Yeah. Why? Planning to give me a present?”
“Mine is too.”
“What?” I laughed in surprise. “We share the same birthday? What a coincidence.”
She blinked her large, watery eyes and stared at me intently. After a moment, she asked softly, “Do you want me to give you a birthday gift?”
Her words left me dizzy. I chuckled dryly. “Since it’s the same day, we can just call it even.”
Anna said nothing. She simply lay there, watching me quietly. After a stretch of silence, I suggested tentatively, “Do you want to… change positions?”
“Whatever you want.”
I kept my cock inside her as I turned her over. Then I gripped her narrow waist, lifted her hips, and positioned her on her knees in a rear-entry stance, her beautiful white-stockinged legs spread invitingly.
My hands roamed greedily over her small ass, still partially covered by torn milky-white fabric and stockings. I stroked the soft curves, gave them a light slap, then seized her hips and began thrusting hard.
“Anna, why did you seduce me like this?” I asked between strokes.
She pressed her white-stockinged bottom back against me, buried her face in her arms, and let her body jolt forward with every powerful impact. She offered no answer.
“You don’t… actually like me, do you?”
Still no reply. But her hands clutched the sheets tightly, her breathing turned ragged, and her inner walls rippled and squeezed around me in rhythmic waves. She was clearly approaching the climax.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. Gripping her silk-clad hips, I pounded into her with wild abandon, her slender body swinging back and forth under the force. Finally, I buried myself to the hilt, pressing hard against her deepest point as thick, powerful jets of cum erupted inside her.
“Hmm~! Hmm… ah…”
Anna’s face stayed hidden in her arms. Her body arched sharply, her tight channel spasming wildly around my cock. After a long, rigid moment, she collapsed forward onto the bed.
I stayed inside her for a while longer, softening gradually, before gently withdrawing. Thick white semen mixed with faint traces of virgin blood trickled from her swollen, twitching entrance. Her inner folds still fluttered visibly with aftershocks.
I felt utterly confused. Who was this girl I had just taken? This chapter is updated first at g.com.
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Tuesday arrived—Christmas Eve and my birthday.
After that intense afternoon, Anna had simply told me to get dressed and leave. I felt lingering guilt but didn’t know what to say.
She had claimed her father was a client of hers, and I had seen them shopping together. Yet she had been a virgin, which suggested she wasn’t regularly involved with others. Perhaps she only went as far as helping men finish with her hands or mouth?
My curiosity about her grew stSophiaer every day, but I dared not ask my dad.
That evening, my mother had taken time off work especially to prepare a birthday dinner at home. When I returned from school, the table was already laden with all my favorite dishes.
Dad had even bought a birthday cake. Though it simply said “Champion” on top, the festive atmosphere felt warm and genuine.
This was partly because I would be taking the college entrance exams soon; previous birthdays had never been celebrated quite so elaborately.
Dad placed the cake in the center, inserted the candles, and reached for his lighter. His phone rang. He glanced at the screen, declined the call without answering, and lit the candles.
Mom switched off the living-room lights. In the darkness, the candle flames flickered softly. My parents clapped and sang “Happy Birthday.” I closed my eyes, made a silent wish, and blew out the candles in one breath.
The lights came back on. Mom gently stroked my hair, smiling with motherly affection. “Son, after today you turn eighteen—an adult. You need to start acting like one.”
“I’m sensible. Very sensible,” I nodded.
“Mom used to have a terrible temper and would hit you. From today onward, I promise I won’t do that anymore.”
She continued stroking my hair tenderly.
But I couldn’t resist a cheeky reply: “Huh? No more hitting? After eighteen years, suddenly stopping—I might need time to adjust.”
“You…” Mom raised her hand instinctively, then paused and smiled. “No more hitting. I promise. But you’re an adult now. You must understand what you should and shouldn’t do. Focus on your studies and stay out of trouble. Understood?”
“I understand.” Of course I knew there was more behind her words.
Over the past couple of days I had come to terms with reality. The woman before me was my mother. No matter how beautiful she was, any relationship beyond that was impossible.
Since it could never happen, there was no point in clinging to impossible fantasies.
“My son is such a good boy,” Mom said, relieved, patting my head.
“Mom has spoken. Dad, say something to the boy…” Dad began, but his phone rang again. He checked it, declined once more.
Mom frowned. “Who keeps calling?”
“Spam. Insurance sales,” Dad replied with a smile. Then he turned to me. “Ethan, from today onward you are no longer a boy.”
“What? Am I turning into a girl?” I joked.
“Don’t be silly. I mean you are now a real man. Do you know what it means to be a man?”
I thought for a moment. “Enlighten me.”
Dad cleared his throat solemnly. “A man carries responsibility. A man—”
The doorbell rang. “Ding dong.”
“Who could that be at this hour?” Dad muttered.
I stood up and opened the door. My eyes widened in shock. Anna stood outside, her face bruised with blue and purple marks, hair disheveled as if she had just been beaten. Her eyes were wide, staring at me with a blank, expressionless gaze.
I lowered my voice quickly. “Why are you here?”
She said nothing, simply staring.
Mom called from inside, “Who is it?”
Before I could respond, Anna pushed past me and walked straight into the living room. I tried to stop her, but she had already reached the dining area and stood facing the table.
Mom looked at her with puzzled suspicion.
Dad rose abruptly, his face paling. His voice trembled. “You… why are you here?”
Anna bit her lower lip hard. Her eyes reddened. In a clear, ringing voice she cried out, “Dad.”
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