Jun Hao woke up as the bright morning sunlight streamed through his bedroom window on the second floor. He stretched his arms high above his head, letting out a long, satisfied sigh. It was strange, almost supernatural — after what he had done last night, after exhausting his little sister to the point of unconsciousness, after releasing himself inside her body three times until she was completely drained, he felt absolutely no fatigue, no soreness, no tiredness at all. On the contrary, he felt incredibly fresh, full of boundless energy, stronger than ever, and his body was buzzing with even more lust and vitality than before. The memories of last night flooded his mind instantly: the way she screamed, the way she squirted, the way she took every inch of him until she passed out. A wicked, proud grin spread wide across his face.

"Jun Hao! Wake up! Come down for breakfast!" His mother’s soft, melodic voice called out from downstairs, from the first floor where the living room, dining room, and parents’ bedroom were located.

"Coming, Mother!" he shouted back cheerfully.

He jumped out of bed immediately, full of excitement. He rushed to his private bathroom, took a quick, refreshing shower, dressed neatly in his casual clothes, and hurried out of his room. He walked toward the main staircase; all the children’s bedrooms were here on the second floor, while the rest of the living space was below. As he descended the stairs, his mind was already wandering back to his dark, sinful plans, thinking about the aphrodisiac he would get from his friend tomorrow, and all the women in this house he intended to conquer.

When he entered the dining room on the first floor, the atmosphere was warm and peaceful, exactly like a normal happy family. Seated at the table were:

- His Father: Reading the newspaper, sipping his tea calmly.

- His Other Younger Sister: Seventeen years old, beautiful, fair-skinned, her body developing beautifully and becoming more alluring every day. She sat politely, stirring her milk, completely unaware of the dirty thoughts her older brother was having about her.

- His Mother: Moving gracefully between the kitchen and the table, setting plates and food, looking incredibly young, charming, and sexy even in her simple house dress.

Jun Hao sat down in his usual chair, glancing left and right, then asked casually, "Mother... where is Ling? Why hasn’t she come down yet? She is usually the first one up."

His mother paused for a moment, wiping her hands on her apron, and replied with a tone of concern, "Your sister... it seems she is sick, Hao. She caught a cold or got bloated, I think. Probably because she was too tired studying or playing yesterday, and went to sleep too late. I tried to wake her up several times just now, but she refused strongly, pulling the blanket all over her head, saying her whole body aches and she has no strength at all. I couldn’t bear to force her, so I let her rest in her room. She will come down later when she feels better."

Jun Hao bit his lip to stop himself from laughing out loud. Sick? Aches all over? No strength? He knew exactly what was wrong with her. It was all his doing. Every ache, every pain, every bit of exhaustion was the result of him destroying her body completely last night. He put on a fake look of worry and nodded slowly. "Ah, I see... well, let her rest then, Mother. She needs it."

His mother sat down at the head of the table and began explaining the day’s schedule. "Listen carefully, everyone. Today, your father goes to work as usual. I have to go to the neighborhood women’s meeting this morning. And your sister here will go to school. So... later, the only people left in the house will be you, Hao, and Ling, who is sick upstairs."

She looked at Jun Hao with complete trust and affection. "I need to ask you a favor, dear. Please stay home and watch over your sister. Don’t leave the house. I won’t be long, just two or three hours at most, I will come back immediately once the meeting finishes. You are grown up now, I know I can rely on you."

His father nodded in agreement, looking at his eldest son proudly. "Your mother is right. You are a big boy now, mature and responsible. Taking care of the house and your sick sister is your duty today. Leave everything to you, alright?"

Jun Hao smiled broadly, a smile that looked innocent and dutiful to them, but was filled with pure evil and excitement inside. He answered in a confident, loud voice, "Don’t worry at all, Father, Mother. Leave everything entirely to me. I will guard the house, I will take care of Ling perfectly, and everything will be safe and sound while you are gone. Trust me!"

After finishing breakfast, everyone moved quickly to get ready. Father left first in his work car. Mother kissed Jun Hao on the forehead and reminded him once more before walking out the gate. His seventeen-year-old sister said goodbye sweetly and headed off to school.

Finally... the heavy iron gate closed with a loud clang.

Jun Hao stood alone in the middle of the living room, listening to the sound of their vehicles fading away into the distance. A terrifying, lewd, triumphant laughter burst out from his chest. He was alone. The whole big house belonged to him. And upstairs, waiting for him, was his little sister — weak, sore, helpless, and all his.

He didn’t waste a second. He turned around and sprinted up the stairs, taking them two at a time, rushing straight toward Mei Ling’s bedroom door.

He reached the door, turned the knob slowly, and pushed it open quietly. He stepped inside and closed the door softly behind him.

Mei Ling was lying curled up in her bed, buried completely under the thick blanket from head to toe. She was awake, but her body felt heavy, every muscle aching, her lower parts throbbing with a dull, raw pain — the clear aftermath of last night’s endless abuse. She was pretending to be sick just to avoid seeing anyone, especially him, too ashamed and broken to face the world. She trembled as she heard footsteps approaching her bed, knowing exactly who it was.

Jun Hao walked right up to the side of the bed. Without saying a word, he reached out, grabbed the edge of the blanket, and with one rough, powerful pull, he yanked it completely off her body, exposing her fully. She was wearing her clothes, but she looked a mess: hair disheveled, face pale and flushed, eyes red and swollen from crying.

Mei Ling gasped and jumped in shock, pulling her hands up to cover herself, her eyes wide with fear and panic as she looked up at her brother standing over her, staring at her with those hungry, predatory eyes.

"Why... why did you come in here?! Why did you do that?!" she cried out weakly, her voice trembling, tearful and full of blame. "I am sick! I really am sick! My whole body hurts... every part of me aches... I have absolutely no strength left... I can’t even move my legs properly... You... how could you be so cruel?! How could you do those terrible things to me yesterday... to your own little sister...?! You destroyed me... you broke me completely... I hate you... I hate you so much..."

She sobbed bitterly, tears streaming down her cheeks, blaming him for every bit of pain she felt.

But Jun Hao just looked down at her with a smug, arrogant, completely shameless expression. He didn’t feel sorry, didn’t feel guilty. He just laughed softly — a low, dirty, wicked chuckle — and leaned closer to her face, his eyes burning with lust.

"Oh? You say I was cruel? You say I destroyed you?" he whispered, his voice dripping with lewd certainty. "But... you enjoyed every second of it, didn’t you? Don’t lie to me. I heard you screaming... I felt you squeezing me tight... I saw you squirting all over me over and over again. You loved it just as much as I did. And besides... yesterday... yesterday I was the one satisfying you. I gave you everything. But now... now the tables have turned. Yesterday I satisfied you, but now... you are going to satisfy me."

He straightened up, turned his back to her, and walked to the bedroom door. He pulled it shut tightly, then slid the lock and turned the key.

Click.

The sound echoed loudly in the quiet room. He pocketed the key, ensuring no one could enter and she could never escape. He turned back to face her, and slowly, deliberately, right in front of her terrified eyes, he reached down to his waist. He unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the zipper, and pushed his trousers and underwear down to his knees.

His massive, terrifying manhood sprang out freely. It was already fully hard, huge, thick, long, dark purple-red, heavy and throbbing violently, standing tall and proud — exactly the same monster that had ruined her yesterday, ready to ruin her all over again.

Mei Ling’s face drained of all color. She backed away toward the headboard, trembling violently, pulling the sheets up to her chest.

"W-What... what are you doing?!" she stammered, voice shaking uncontrollably. "What do you want now...? You said... you said I have to satisfy you...? W-What do you mean...?"

Jun Hao didn’t answer with words. He climbed onto the bed, grabbed her body firmly, and effortlessly maneuvered her exactly where he wanted. He pushed her upper body down and pulled her hips up, then turned his own body around so they were lying opposite each other, face to groin, groin to face — the classic 69 position.

Now:

- His face was positioned right between her spread legs, inches away from her most private place.

- His hips were positioned right above her face, his massive, heavy manhood hanging directly in front of her trembling lips.

- Her face was right beneath his groin, staring up in horror at that impossible size.

- Her lower body was fully exposed, legs wide open, her private parts right before his eyes.

"You know exactly what you have to do now, don’t you?" Jun Hao commanded in a deep, dominant voice, pointing to his manhood hovering near her mouth. "Open your mouth... and suck it. Make it good. And be very careful... do not let your teeth touch it even once. If you hurt me, I will make you regret it. Do it properly. Who is in charge here? Answer me!"

Mei Ling shook her head frantically, tears spilling over. She tried to turn her face away, whimpering. "No... I can’t... it’s too big... please Brother... not this... I can’t..."

Jun Hao ignored her refusal completely. He looked down between her legs, and the sight made his eyes widen with intense lust. Her lips were bright red, swollen, puffy, and gaping wide open, still clearly raw, inflamed, and ruined from yesterday’s pounding. It was wet, glistening, messy, and incredibly tempting — the ultimate proof that she was already his.

He didn’t wait for her obedience. He decided to force her body to obey first. He lowered his face immediately and dove right into her wet, sensitive heat. He started feasting on her ferociously, greedily, and violently, much more aggressively than the night before.

He pressed his face deep against her, sucking hard on her outer lips, pulling and tugging them roughly with his mouth. He found her sensitive little pearl, the tiny bud that drove her crazy, and swallowed it whole, rolling it around his tongue, sucking it violently, licking it rapidly, attacking that hyper-sensitive nerve relentlessly. He pushed his tongue deep inside her loose, gaping passage, thrusting it in and out, twisting it, swirling it wildly, exploring every inch of her insides, mixing with the fluids that were already leaking out.

At first, Mei Ling struggled. She twisted her body, tried to close her legs, pushed weakly at his hips, whimpering and crying, "Hhh... no... stop... too sensitive... hurts... please..." She tried to resist, tried to remember the pain and soreness.

But Jun Hao’s technique was masterful and relentless. The over-sensitivity that felt like pain just a moment ago instantly transformed into an explosion of maddening pleasure. Her nerves, raw and exposed from yesterday, were now super-charged. Every touch felt ten times stronger.

Her struggles weakened. Her legs stopped closing and instead began to tremble and spread wider instinctively. Her breath hitched, her hips started bucking upward against his face, grinding and pressing herself harder against his mouth. The pain and shame vanished completely, replaced by a burning, uncontrollable heat rising from deep inside her belly. Her soft whimpers turned into loud, long, desperate moans that filled the room.

"Hhh... ahhh... Hai... Hai... Hai... Brother... yes... there... don’t stop... it feels... it feels so... good... ahhhh!"

Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure he was giving her, her body and mind finally surrendered completely. She realized that the only way to get more of this bliss was to please him back.

Slowly, shyly, but with growing eagerness, she opened her mouth wide beneath him. She leaned forward, her lips parting to wrap around the huge, thick head of his manhood waiting right there. She took him inside her warm mouth, enveloping him completely, and she began to suck him eagerly, bobbing her head up and down, licking and swirling her tongue around the massive tip, just as he had taught her.

Jun Hao felt the warm, wet tightness of her mouth finally taking him in. He smirked against her skin, satisfied and triumphant. He growled loud enough for her to hear, "That’s right... that is exactly what you should have been doing from the start. Good girl... finally you understand your place."

But he wasn’t done. While he licked and sucked her swollen core wildly, he used his hands to open her up even wider for his tongue.

- With his LEFT hand, he used his index finger and middle finger to spread her lips wide apart, hooking them inside and pulling them forcefully open, stretching her fully exposed so nothing was hidden.

- With his RIGHT hand, he took his index finger, pushed it into her entrance, and began pumping it in and out rhythmically, curling it upward to hit the sweet spot deep inside.

Now he was assaulting her from two sides at once: fingers pumping deep, tongue thrusting and swirling wildly, driving her absolutely insane.

Soon, the sensation became too much to bear. Mei Ling’s body stiffened suddenly, arching upward rigidly like a bow, her legs locking tight and shaking uncontrollably, her toes curling hard. Every muscle in her body tensed up completely as the most powerful wave of pleasure exploded through her.

Even in this moment of total release, she did not stop sucking him. She kept her mouth locked tightly around his massive manhood, her head bobbing rhythmically, swallowing him obediently, refusing to let go even as her mind shattered from the pleasure below. Her eyes rolled back, tears streamed down her face, and she let out a long, muffled, vibrating moan around his thick shaft as she squirted and gushed a massive amount of liquid, flooding his face, his hand, and the sheets beneath her, her inner muscles pulsing and squeezing hard around his finger.

Jun Hao felt her spasming, felt her juices flowing hot and heavy into his mouth, felt her walls clamping down... but he did not stop for even a second. He didn’t give her time to recover. Seeing her lose control only fueled his lust more. He became even more aggressive.

He started adding more fingers inside her already over-sensitive, swollen passage.

- Two fingers... stretching her wider, scissoring them open.

- Then three thick fingers... shoved all the way to the knuckles, filling her up completely, matching the width of his manhood.

He began to pump and jerk his fingers extremely fast and hard, stabbing deep inside her in a rapid, merciless rhythm. He twisted his hand, curled his fingers, scraped her inner walls, abusing her insides roughly, turning her sensitive core into a mess of raw, overwhelming sensation. He drank and savored every drop of liquid that kept leaking out, mixing it with his saliva, spreading it everywhere, completely enjoying the taste and sight of her being destroyed.

Then, he focused all his attention on her little pearl again. He sucked it hard into his mouth, pulled it out, rolled it around his tongue... and suddenly, he bit it gently but firmly with his teeth, pinching that tiny, hyper-sensitive nerve between his teeth.

"AHHHH!!!"

Mei Ling’s body jerked violently, her hips shooting upward off the bed, and she screamed loudly, the sound muffled because her mouth was still stuffed full of him. The shock sent her over the edge instantly again. She gushed and squirted once more, even more violently than before, a powerful jet shooting out right into his face, her body shaking and convulsing uncontrollably, completely unable to handle the extreme over-stimulation.

Now, Jun Hao decided to reward her "good work". He stopped letting her control the rhythm. He held her head firmly with both hands, gripping her hair and the sides of her face. He began to use her mouth exactly like he used her pussy.

He held her still and started pounding his hips forward, thrusting his massive manhood deep into her throat, pulling back, and shoving it deep in again.

Harder... Faster... Deeper...

The rhythm became violent and blurring. He slammed his hips forward relentlessly, driving that huge length deep into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat over and over again, forcing her to take every inch, choking her slightly, using her warm mouth to satisfy his own pleasure completely. He ignored her gag reflex, ignored her tears, ignored her trembling. He just kept going, increasing speed and force every second, enjoying the wet, tight heat of his sister’s mouth, enjoying the feeling of dominating her completely from both ends at the same time.

He destroyed her, used her,