After completely satisfying his mother’s every desire, spending himself deep inside her, flooding her insides until she was utterly filled and thoroughly exhausted, Jun Hao rested alongside her for a short while. They lay tangled together, sweaty, breathing heavily, still connected intimately, basking in the heavy, thick atmosphere of lust and absolute conquest that filled the room. When he felt he had recovered enough strength and wanted a more comfortable place to properly rest his heavy, spent body, he rose slowly, lifting her limp, satisfied form effortlessly into his arms. He carried her tenderly yet possessively all the way to her bedroom, laying her down gently upon the fresh, clean sheets he had made earlier that day.

He gave her a simple instruction to clean everything up later when she woke, then turned and walked away, leaving her to her peaceful slumber. He went straight back to his own room upstairs. He did not shower. He did not wash. He did not clean himself at all. He carried the scent of his mother, the taste of her sweetness, and the evidence of their union all over his skin and inside his very being. It was a scent and a feeling he relished and wanted to keep close. He simply climbed onto his large bed, sank deep into the soft mattress, and within seconds, worn out from hours of intense, relentless passion, he fell into a heavy, deep, sound sleep.

Time passed. The house was silent, still, and completely private.

Slowly, Jun Hao began to surface from his deep rest. Consciousness returned to him not through sound or touch, but through an incredible, warm, wet, wonderful sensation enveloping his most sensitive flesh. He felt a soft, wet mouth moving rhythmically up and down his length. He felt a warm, wet tongue swirling eagerly around his shaft, tasting him, worshipping him. He felt soft lips stretching to accommodate his size, bobbing up and down, trying so hard to please him.

He stirred, opening his heavy eyes slowly. He lifted his head slightly, looking down toward his waist.

There she was. Siu Mei. His younger sister. Just fifteen years old, young, fresh, innocent yet blossoming, her body soft, curvy, and already incredibly womanly, possessing that same beautiful, voluptuous family genetics as her mother. She had obviously returned home while he was asleep, finding the house quiet, finding him resting here. She had crept into his room quietly, filled with her own secret, burning curiosity and desire. She had unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, pulled them down just enough to free his manhood, and now she was there, kneeling beside the bed, her mouth stuffed full of him, working him over with desperate, eager enthusiasm.

She was young, inexperienced, and clearly not nearly as skilled, professional, or masterful as their mother, but she made up for it with pure hunger, raw need, and an innocent eagerness that was incredibly arousing. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking hard, cheeks hollowed, eyes closed tight, completely focused on pleasing her big brother, completely unaware of the monster she had just woken up. Her movements were clumsy yet passionate, her small hands wrapping around the base of his heavy shaft, trying to hold and guide him, her tongue darting out constantly to lick and taste every inch she could reach. Her young face was flushed pink, her breath coming in short, hot gasps through her nose, her chest heaving rapidly with excitement and nervousness.

The sight of her there—young, sweet, soft, and already worshipping his body—ignited a fire in Jun Hao that instantly burned away all traces of sleep. His eyes darkened instantly, turning pitch black with lust, dominance, and wicked excitement. A terrifying, arrogant smirk spread across his face. His manhood, already half-hard from her warm mouth, instantly swelled, thickened, and grew massive, heavy, and rock-hard, throbbing violently between her soft lips, growing even larger, stretching her mouth wider, making her gag slightly in surprise as she struggled to take his sudden increase in size.

He moved with lightning speed. He reached down, grabbed her firmly by her slender shoulders, and lifted her entire body up effortlessly, pulling her up and over him until she was straddling his chest, her soft, young, voluptuous body positioned perfectly right on top of him, looking down at him with wide, startled, innocent yet burning eyes. She sat there, her soft thighs pressing against his sides, her heavy, young breasts heaving beneath her clothes, her heart pounding wildly against her ribs.

Before she could even speak or make a sound, Jun Hao pulled her face down toward his. He captured her soft, sweet, young lips in a deep, violent, ravenous, and incredibly passionate kiss. He devoured her mouth completely, claiming her breath, her sweetness, her innocence, kissing her with a savage, greedy intensity that left her dizzy, breathless, and completely stunned. He dominated her mouth, thrusting his tongue deep inside, wrestling with hers, tasting her youth and sweetness, claiming her as his own property. Her eyes rolled back slightly, her body going limp and pliant on top of him, melting instantly under his touch, her hands reaching up to clutch his shoulders for support.

While his mouth was busy ravaging hers, his hands were even busier. He slid both hands underneath her skirt and past the waistband of her underwear without hesitation. He thrust one hand straight deep inside her virgin-tight, wet, hot vagina, burying his fingers to the hilt inside her young, tender passage. And at the exact same moment, he thrust his other hand backward, finding her tight, little back entrance, and forced his fingers deep inside her anus as well.

Her body jerked violently, arching sharply, trembling all over as she was invaded and filled in two forbidden places at once. Her hips bucked and twisted uncontrollably, grinding instinctively against his hands, her inner walls clamping down hard around his fingers, pulsing and spasming wildly from the overwhelming sensation. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps, her face twisting in a mix of shock and sudden, intense pleasure, her skin flushing hot all over, covered instantly in a fine layer of sweat. She writhed and squirmed on top of him, completely overwhelmed, completely lost, completely owned, unable to do anything but accept the massive invasion.

When he finally released her swollen, red, glistening lips from his crushing kiss, Jun Hao didn’t stop. He lifted her body again, shifting her position effortlessly. He spun her around so she was facing downward, and lowered her hips right over his face. Now, her wet, glistening, young womanhood was positioned directly above his mouth, hanging right over him, completely exposed and open.

Jun Hao wasted no time. He buried his face straight up into her young, sweet, fragrant heat. He devoured her exactly as he had devoured her mother. He licked, sucked, slurped, and drank greedily from her young, tight, sweet pussy. He swirled his tongue wildly around her entrance, drove it deep inside her, and focused relentlessly on her sensitive, swollen little bud, sucking and tugging on it hard and rhythmically.

Her body reacted instantly. She threw her head back, her hair cascading wildly behind her, her hands gripping the headboard tight, her legs shaking violently on his shoulders. Her hips ground downward, pressing herself harder against his face, her body shuddering and convulsing with every lick and suck. Her skin burned hot, her muscles tensed and released in rapid waves, her whole body buzzing and tingling as the pleasure built rapidly, overwhelming her senses, making her feel lightheaded and completely intoxicated.

Within minutes, overwhelmed by his expert, brutal attention, her body arched backward rigidly, her toes curling tight, her hands clawing at the wood, and she completely unraveled. She flooded his mouth with her sweet, young juices, gushing and spraying her essence all over his face and chin, her body trembling and twitching uncontrollably as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her, making her feel like she was dissolving into pure electricity. She shook uncontrollably, completely undone, her mind blank, her body nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure.

Jun Hao sat up abruptly, pushing her off him and onto her back, pinning her soft, young body flat against the mattress. He spread her legs wide open, forcing her knees up toward her chest, exposing her completely. He stroked his massive, throbbing, saliva-slicked manhood right in front of her face, his eyes dark and commanding.

Siu Mei, dizzy, confused, but completely enslaved by the pleasure he had already given her, obeyed instantly. She leaned forward, opening her mouth wide. She engulfed his heavy length, taking him deep inside her throat, trying her best to please him again, her eyes looking up at him with nothing but adoration and submission.

But Jun Hao was no longer patient. While she sucked him, he brought his hand down between her widespread legs. He did not use one or two fingers. He spread her soft folds wide, and slammed FOUR FINGERS deep inside her young, tight, wet vagina all at once.

Her eyes flew wide open in absolute shock, her body jerking violently, choking and gagging on his cock in her mouth, unable to speak or protest properly because his massive size was filling her throat completely, forcing her to stay busy serving him. Her body stiffened, her muscles locking up from the sudden, massive intrusion, her insides stretching painfully wide around the thick digits.

Jun Hao didn’t care at all about her shock or her cries. His expression turned cold, cruel, and filled with a terrifying, arrogant delight. He began to furiously rummage, scramble, and churn her insides completely. He moved his hand with blinding speed, absolutely brutal force, and merciless rhythm. He thrashed and wrecked her entire passage, twisting his four thick fingers wildly, scissoring them wide open to stretch her as far as possible, drilling deep, scraping roughly against her most sensitive walls, turning her young, tight hole into a sloppy, wet, destroyed mess instantly. He was not just fingering her; he was actively ravaging, plundering, and tearing her apart from the inside out, treating her most private place like nothing more than a toy to be mangled and abused.

He leaned closer, his eyes soulless and dark, his presence dominating her completely, making it clear that her body was no longer hers, but his property to use as he pleased. He controlled every drop of pleasure inside her, dictating exactly how her body would react.

And exactly as he willed, driven by his relentless, chaotic, brutal hand that never stopped rummaging and wrecking her insides, it happened without fail. Almost every ten minutes, the unbearable intensity would peak, and Siu Mei would convulse violently, arch her back off the bed, and gush out massive amounts of fluids, squirting like an uncontrollable fountain, soaking the bedsheets and his arm completely. Her body was overloaded, unable to handle the constant stimulation and the rough, invasive way he destroyed her from within. Her body spasmed and trembled, her hips bucked wildly, her insides squeezed and milked his hand in frantic, rhythmic pulses, completely at his mercy, completely enslaved by the pleasure he forced upon her.

Jun Hao laughed darkly, filled with wicked triumph every time she lost control and flooded him. He would immediately speed up his hand movements again, digging deeper, twisting harder, rummaging more wildly, driving her body faster, deeper, rougher, pounding her mercilessly, ravaging her mouth and her pussy simultaneously. He forced her to have orgasm after orgasm, wave after wave, one violent release following another, until she was completely drained, her body twitching, trembling, completely limp, unable to move a single muscle on her own, completely exhausted and mindless from being wrecked so thoroughly from the inside out.

Only when she lay there completely spent, her eyes rolling back, barely conscious, breathing in ragged gasps, did Jun Hao finally stop his relentless assault. He pulled his wet, glistening fingers out of her, wiping them roughly on her clothes. He stood up, looming over her, looking at her ruined, soft, young body with intense, predatory hunger.

He stripped her remaining clothes away completely, leaving her naked, soft, curvy, and exposed. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her widespread legs. He aligned his massive, heavy, throbbing, rock-hard manhood right at the entrance of her young, tight, sensitive womanhood.

With absolutely no mercy, no gentleness, and no hesitation whatsoever, Jun Hao slammed his hips forward with devastating, brutal force.

THWACK!

He forced his entire massive, heavy length deep inside her young, tender body in one single, violent, unstoppable motion, driving so deep, so hard, and so far that the broad, thick, swollen head of his cock smashed violently and forcefully right against the entrance of her womb, hammering and colliding hard against the absolute deepest, most sensitive core of her being.

In that exact split second, her entire small, soft body jerked and arched violently upward, lifting completely off the mattress from the sheer impact, her back bowing rigidly like a drawn bow. Her hips bucked upward uncontrollably, forced upward by his massive intrusion. Her fingers clawed desperately, digging deep into the bedsheets, gripping the fabric so hard her knuckles turned white, twisting and tearing the material beneath her. Her legs stiffened and bent sharply at the knees, her toes curling inward so tightly they cramped, her heels digging hard into the bed, trembling and shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of sensation crashed through her.

Her face turned bright red, flushed dark crimson all the way down her neck, instantly covered in a sheen of cold, glistening sweat that dripped down her temples and pooled in the hollow of her throat. Her eyes flew wide open, bulging, staring blankly and hazily at the ceiling, pupils blown completely black and dilated, rolling backward in her head from the overwhelming sensation, revealing only the whites for long moments. Her mouth fell open wide, hanging agape in a silent scream, her jaw trembling, her lips quivering violently, drool already beginning to spill out the corners and run down her chin as her breath hitched and caught sharply in her throat, coming in short, ragged, gasping bursts.

Her whole body writhed, twisted, and convulsed wildly beneath him, writhing like a fish out of water, completely overwhelmed, completely impaled, completely filled beyond capacity. She shuddered violently, her muscles tensing and locking up hard, her stomach muscles contracting and jumping visibly, then spasming and shaking uncontrollably. Her insides clamped down hard around his invading size, squeezing him in rhythmic, frantic, pulsing waves that rippled and massaged his entire length. She bit her lower lip so hard she almost drew blood, her teeth sinking deep into the soft flesh as she tried desperately to endure, tried to hold back, tried to process the massive, impossible feeling of being torn open and stretched wide beyond belief.

Her expression shifted instantly from pure shock and pain to a look of shattered, dazed, absolute, ecstatic bliss. Her eyelids drooped half-closed, heavy and lazy with overwhelming lust, her gaze becoming unfocused and dreamy. Her eyebrows knitted together tightly in a mix of agony and intense pleasure, her face twisting and contorting in the most beautiful, tortured expressions of delight. Her skin flushed hot and sensitive everywhere, burning up, every nerve ending screaming with electric fire. She threw her head back and forth frantically against the pillow, her hair fanning out messily and tangling around her neck.

Her body stopped fighting and surrendered completely, melting and turning liquid beneath him. She arched her back high, pushing her chest out, offering herself fully. She writhed and twisted in wild, unrestrained motions, her hips instinctively grinding downward and rolling in frantic, messy circles, impaling herself further, seeking more contact, more friction, more of that terrible, wonderful feeling. Her legs shook and trembled so hard the entire bed shook with her, opening wider and wider to give him better access. Her hands, weak and useless, flailed around before finding his arms or the bedframe, gripping tightly for support, her nails dragging lightly down his skin.

Every time he moved even a fraction of an inch, her body reacted violently. She convulsed, her toes curled, her whole body jerked in sharp, sweet spasms. She was completely drowning in the sensation—a massive, throbbing, burning pleasure that filled every inch of her, stretching her so wide, filling every empty space, dragging and grinding against every sensitive spot deep inside her. It was a sensation that tore her apart yet made her feel more alive than ever, a sharp, burning, tearing pain that instantly melted into pure fire, pure paradise, overwhelming her completely, leaving her mind blank, her body limp, and every part of her vibrating, buzzing, and tingling from the inside out in absolute, shattering ecstasy.

Jun Hao began to move. He started a piston motion that was absolutely brutal, relentless, cruel, and devastatingly powerful. He pounded into her young body with everything he had. He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in hard and deep, over and over again, drilling into her womb, stretching her to her absolute limit, destroying her innocence completely.

His hands roamed freely over her soft, young body. He grabbed her heavy, developing breasts—soft, round, full, and incredibly sensitive—and squeezed and crushed them mercilessly. He kneaded them violently, squishing them together, pulling and twisting her hard, erect nipples with painful, pleasurable force. He became frustrated by the remaining scraps of clothing she had been wearing, so he ripped them completely off, baring her chest fully to him.

He brought both hands to her chest, cupping both heavy soft mounds. He pushed them together tightly, squishing her breasts side-by-side, gathering them right in the center of her chest, pressing them together until they overflowed his hands. He leaned his body forward, and buried his face between them. He took both nipples into his mouth at the exact same time, sucking them both hard and fiercely, biting and tugging on them rhythmically, devouring her chest just as he had devoured her mouth and her pussy. Her body arched off the bed, her hips bucking wildly, her inner walls squeezing him tight as she was overwhelmed by the dual assault on her body, cumming again and again, endless waves of pleasure washing over her.

Jun Hao never stopped his relentless hip movements. He fucked her through every orgasm, every scream, every convulsion. He