The Pair of Biological Little Sisters
Wang Yue nodded. Handing the matter over to his big sister-in-law filled him with complete confidence.
And he'd already made up his mind deep down. Even if Grandmother handed him the family reins someday, he'd still leave all the major and minor affairs to his big sister-in-law. He'd only step in for the truly big crises.
After all, when it came to managing the family, he was miles behind her in experience.
Leave the professional stuff to the pros. All he had to do was pull out every trick in the book to boost everyone's cultivation.
With business out of the way, Wang Yue got playful. His lecherous gaze roamed over his big sister-in-law's stunning face and voluptuous body, and he thrust his hips forward, his big dick—which the two little nieces had been gleefully toying with—straining eagerly as he said, "Come on, sis-in-law. It's dying for you."
Truth be told, after his mother-in-law's stern lesson, Wang Yue had realized his mistake. He wasn't going to fixate solely on sex when hanging out with his women anymore.
But these two little nieces treated his cock like the ultimate toy, whipping it out at every chance to play. How could his fire not get stoked?
Liu Xinru had been thoroughly satisfied by Wang Yue just the night before yesterday, so her body had no real cravings right now. Still, she didn't turn down his invitation. With a tender smile, she walked over, knelt before him, and took him straight into her mouth without a second's hesitation.
The two little girls were smart about it too. Spotting Mom's arrival, they immediately yielded the cock. Liu Xinru wasted no time swallowing it whole.
Wang Yue sprawled on the sofa like a conquering king, looking down at the mother and daughters servicing his dick together. The thrill surging through him was beyond words.
…
He lingered at Liu Xinru's place until night had fully fallen, savoring their mother-daughter trio's devoted oral worship to the hilt. He blasted thick loads into each of their little mouths several times over, stuffing them so full they skipped dinner entirely. Only then did Wang Yue head home, utterly sated.
Stepping into his little courtyard, Wang Yue paused at the door. The house lights were on.
"Did Lan-jie get horny again and ditch her once-a-week rule?"
The thought sparked excitement. I just fucked her little sister this afternoon. Wonder what her reaction would be if she knew?
But he'd guessed wrong.
The dining table was laden with dishes, sure—but the girls seated there weren't Li Menglan. They were two others.
One was his full blood sister. The other was also his full blood sister.
Full blood sisters, technically, but different flavors: one his twin from the same mother, the other half-sister from the same father.
Seeing him return, the girls reacted differently.
Wang Yarou lit up with joy. "Bro! You're back!"
Wang Xin'er griped, "Took you long enough. The food's gone cold."
"What are you two doing here?" Wang Yue asked, puzzled. Wang Xin'er dropping by alone? No surprise there. But dragging Wang Yarou along? That was odd. With little sis around, he and Xin'er couldn't get intimate, right?
"Ever since they scrapped the martial field rules, you haven't come to see us, bro. I miss you so much," Wang Yarou said. Among all the adorable little ones, she was the clingiest, the most devoted to him.
Wang Xin'er shot back fiercely, "What, we not welcome?"
"Of course you're welcome. Super welcome," Wang Yue laughed, grabbing some dishes from the table. "Hang on, lemme heat this up in the kitchen."
In the kitchen, he could still hear the sisters bickering outside.
Wang Yarou: "Xin'er-jie, why so mean to bro? Wasn't your idea to come play with him today?"
"Apples and oranges. Guy shows up this late—who knows where he's been fooling around." Wang Xin'er huffed.
"No way. Bro's not like that," Wang Yarou shot back, then added softly, "You should at least ask first."
"Ask all you want, guys never tell the truth. No good ones out there." Wang Xin'er sounded like a worldly expert.
Wang Yue shook his head with a wry smile. Xin'er must be acting weird on purpose so little Rou doesn't suspect our thing. But overdoing it just makes it suspicious.
When he brought out the reheated food, the sisters had quit arguing. Wang Xin'er remembered something. "Oh yeah, bro—Little Aunt says hi. Gotta head out to sea in a few days for some materials. Prep ahead."
"Little Aunt? Why not tell me direct?" Wang Yue wondered.
"Gotta reach you first," Wang Xin'er said. "Why's your communicator off?"
Wang Yue recalled: At school that afternoon, worried it'd buzz and distract others, he'd shut it down. Rarely used it anyway, so forgot to turn it back on after.
"Turned it off earlier. Slipped my mind." He felt a bit sheepish.
"See? Communicator off—clearly fooling around somewhere, didn't wanna get interrupted." Wang Xin'er pounced, turning to Wang Yarou.
Wang Yarou eyed him doubtfully.
"What kinda logic is that?" Wang Yue chuckled bitterly. "I went to school this afternoon. Shut it off so I wouldn't bug anyone."
"School? What for?" Wang Xin'er blinked.
Wang Yarou perked up curiously. "Bro, is school fun?"
"Fun? Nah. But the vibe there seems perfect for breakthroughs for martial artists like me," Wang Yue said honestly.
"School does that?" Both sisters gawked, eyes wide. Martial artist epiphanies were rare as hell—one might train a month straight without one. A place boosting those odds? Priceless.
Wang Yue laid out his theory for them, finishing with, "Not a hundred percent sure, though. Planning to test it out soon. If it works, big sis-in-law and I'll ask Grandmother to let you all try it too."
"Can't we all go together?" Wang Yarou asked. She craved sticking with bro nonstop. School with him? Dream come true.
Wang Yue shook his head. "Doubt it. You know Grandmother's no-nonsense. Won't approve a bunch of us slacking off without solid proof."
"Fine," Wang Yarou sighed, deflated.
"Don't sweat it, little Rou," Wang Xin'er "consoled." "Even if Grandmother okays it, me and bro'd go high school. Your age and basics? Junior high for you."
"You... shut up!" Wang Yarou huffed, tugging Wang Yue's sleeve. "Bro, look at her."
"Enough. We'll talk after Grandmother signs off," Wang Yue deflected quick. "Xin'er, what materials for Little Aunt's sea trip? And exact date?"
"No specifics on date—just wait for her call," Wang Xin'er said. "Materials? Something for a machine with that Yan-auntie of hers."
"Who else going?" Wang Yue pressed.
"Up to you. Take whoever," Wang Xin'er replied.
Wang Yue got it. Little Aunt's setup meant materials were side gig—real goal was a fun sea outing. No real danger.
Their "sea" was old Yangtze River, ballooned a hundredfold post-spiritual revival into vast ocean. True deep sea? Human no-go, beast-dominated. Even Mortal Shedding bigshots treaded careful; Return to Truth folk? Forget it.
The siblings chatted and laughed through dinner. By finish, past nine p.m.
But Wang Xin'er and Wang Yarou showed zero signs of leaving. Wang Yarou piped up, "Bro, can we crash here tonight?"
"Only one bedroom, though," Wang Yue hesitated.
"Like when we were kids—pile in together," Wang Xin'er said.
"Alright." Wang Yue nodded, curious what Xin'er was scheming.
Wang Yarou cheered, bolting to the bathroom for a shower—she was peak Body Tempering, no auto-clean yet, still needed baths daily.
Door shut, Wang Xin'er yanked Wang Yue into the bedroom, leaped like an octopus onto him, whispering hot in his ear, "Bro, I miss you so bad. Fuck me now!"
"If you missed me that much, why bring little Rou?" Wang Yue asked, baffled.
"No time—get on board!" Like a horny little slut, Wang Xin'er shoved him onto the bed, stripped them both lightning-fast, straddled him. Her pert little ass twisted expertly, and schlup—his massive cock vanished into her tight little saucy pussy.
"Bro, your dick feels even bigger now?" Wang Xin'er rocked her hips, grinding his cock back and forth inside her, savoring the bone-melting pleasure as she spoke.
"Don't like it?" Wang Yue teased. Twin sister's pussy clenched him vise-tight, stroking up and down—the bliss had him teetering on the edge already.
"Love it! Makes my pussy feel even better when you fuck it. But worried—if it keeps growing, we'll wear out someday." Wang Xin'er moaned, blissful yet concerned.
"Relax. Hasn't grown. Just your imagination," Wang Yue grinned.
As a Return to Truth powerhouse, he knew his cock inside out—couldn't control erections at will, but tracked changes precisely.
Compared to rebirth day, size unchanged. But subtle shifts: glans ridge more pronounced, veins thicker and tougher when hard, like sculpted ridges.
Like fucking with a textured condom—extra ridges and bumps ramped stimulation, intensifying women's pleasure.
Wang Xin'er's frantic ride let those ridges and veins scrape her walls raw, fooling her into thinking he'd thickened.
Perched on bro, her tender pussy pounded ever harder by his monster cock, Wang Xin'er's ass bounced faster and wilder.
But as her first orgasm crested, Wang Yue warned, "Down—little Rou's coming."
She heard the bathroom door too.
Instead of dismounting, Wang Xin'er yanked the thin blanket over them. Her saucy pussy stayed clamped on his cock—no more thrusting, but she flattened atop him.
Just covered, Wang Yarou entered, towel-wrapped. "Sis, why you squishing bro?"
"Tidying him up. Guy argued with me." Wang Xin'er "pressed" harder, slyly grinding to stir his cock anew.
Furtively fucking right under little sis's nose thrilled the siblings to their cores.
Innocent Wang Yarou noticed zilch. "Argue about what?"
"Said I'm the one who likes him most. He insists it's you." Wang Xin'er twisted on, her pussy swirling around bro's cock in secret.
Wang Yarou hated competing, but on loving bro? No surrender. "Bro's right. I love him most."
"All talk. Ever shown it?" Wang Xin'er prodded. "Bet you haven't even kissed him."
"Have too. Doing it now." Towel-clad, Wang Yarou climbed on, pecked Wang Yue's cheek.
"That don't count. This does." Wang Xin'er scooted up, locked lips with bro in a deep tongue tangle, then yanked back.
Petite, she'd arched high to reach—nearly pulling his cock free. Slam back down: full hilt, glans battering her womb mouth.
Ecstasy jolted her; she bit back a moan, challenging, "Your turn?"
"I... I can too." Defiant, Wang Yarou leaned in, lips meeting bro's.
Wang Xin'er seized the distraction, ass pistoning for furious strokes inside her pussy.
Sister's soft lips on mouth, twin's saucy pussy milking cock—the dual rush nearly blew Wang Yue's load.
By now, even a fool would've clocked Xin'er's game.
Freshly reborn, he'd have shut it down. But now? No real guilt—more anticipation.
Broken jar mentality, maybe. Fucked his womb-twin sis already—what's one more half-sis?
Wang Yue parted lips, tongue-teasing little sis's mouth, drawing hers in to suckle greedily.
First real kiss ever—for her fave bro—she melted into it fast.
Wang Xin'er straightened, hands on his chest, ass hammering down. Her sopping pussy slurped noisily on his cock.
Little sis watching jacked their thrill. Dozens strokes in, Wang Xin'er peaked—petite body quaking, pussy clamping brutally, milking his eruption straight into her tender womb.
Post-climax, sated, she collapsed atop him, blanket snug.
Wang Yue released gasping little sis.
Wang Yarou panted, eyes hazy clearing fast. Spotting Wang Xin'er on him: "Me too."
"Prove it—show bro your body?" Wang Xin'er baited.
"Why show body?" Wang Yarou puzzled.
"Duh. Lovers know everything. Never seen the body? That's not real liking."
Wang Yarou innocent, but knew boy-girl boundaries. Blushing: "You first."
"Pfft, easy." Wang Xin'er sat up, flinging blanket—bare torso bared to bro and sis.
"Eek?!" Wang Yarou startled. "We're bro's blood sisters! Can't!"
"Told ya—I like him more."
"No way—me too!" Towel off.
Underneath: white tank, white shorts. But exposed slim legs, wasp waist... pure temptation.
Chest especially: tank tented plump, tiny peaks poking through—innocent allure.
No pause—she ditched the tank too, matching Xin'er's topless reveal.
A year younger, but bustier: perky jade bowls, pink nipples bean-sized, areolas faint near-invisible. Adorbs.
"Xin'er, little Rou's ahead in growth," Wang Yue teased.
"Jerk bro, no heart!" Wang Xin'er pouted, pussy clenching vengefully on his embedded cock.
Praised, Wang Yarou beamed, chest thrust proud like a victory cock.
"Lemme feel." Wang Yue's hands claimed a tit each, kneading playfully.
Xin'er fine—cock still buried, tit-play minor. Yarou? First touch ever. His hands electric—tingles raced from nipples, itchy-comfy bliss flooding her.
"Bro, mine bigger, better feel?" Wang Yarou vied to outdo sis, prove top bro-fan.
"Yep," Wang Yue agreed.
"Hmph!" Enraged, Wang Xin'er ripped blanket full-off, exposing their joined bodies to Yarou.
"Ahh?!" Wang Yarou gasped at their juncture. "You two... mating?!"
Mating my ass! Siblings inwardly groaned. Little Rou's pure Three-Aunt student.
Three-Aunt's physiology class used that term. Fine then—cringe now.
"Animals mate. This is fucking, sex, pussy-pounding," Wang Xin'er corrected. "We like each other, so we fuck. You claim top bro-love—can you fuck him?"
"But Three-Aunt said... only married couples for babies do... pussy-pounding." Wang Yarou reeled, fresh knowledge upended.
"Ever think of marrying bro? Staying together forever?" Wang Xin'er pressed.
"Of course!" Blurted, then: "But bro's bro—can't marry."
"No marriage, no together?" Counter. "Mom and Dad didn't marry."
Wang Yarou paused. "True, but..."
"We're blood sis—can't marry, can't be secret wife, right?" Wang Xin'er piled on.
Nod. "Right."
"Who you marrying then?"
"Don't wanna. Just bro forever."
"See? No marriage—we stay bro's women. Perfect."
"But we're sisters—how be his woman?"
"Woman's closer, happier than sister."
"How?"
Pointed crotch: "Like this. Fuck bro."
"But blood sisters..." Wang Yarou fretted. "Three-Aunt: close kin breeding makes freaks."
"Animals breed-only fuck. Humans? Fuck for fun too," Wang Xin'er sighed at her innocence. "Pleasure mainly."
"Fucking comfy?" Wang Yarou blinked cutely.
"Hell yeah. Most fuck just for that."
"So no comfy—no breeding?" Wang Yarou smart leap.
Wang Yue chuckled. "Extreme, but yeah."
Bro's nod sparked Yarou's longing. "How comfy?"
"Words fail. Try it." Wang Xin'er: "Ditch shorts."
"Kay." Naked sibs normalized it—she shucked shorts and panties.
"Bro, check little sis's pussy—cute!" Wang Xin'er pointed.
Wang Yue peered: Yarou's mound tender-white like Xin'er's, less puffy but riper. Slit parted pink, inner lips petal-soft, sparse pubes sprouting.
Stared at, Yarou shy-tinged curious. "Three-Aunt calls it privates. Why pussy?"
"Slang. Same. Fucking's bro shoving cock in your vagina, rubbing for mega-bliss."
"Really?" Eyes shone. To bro: "I wanna fuck too."
"Sure." To Xin'er: "Off for now—back to you soon."
She lifted slow, cock inching free.
Wang Yarou's eyes bugged wider.
Earlier, just tip peeked—meh. Now endless shaft emerging endless... virgin shock: That huge?!
Pop~
Nearly twenty cm speared skyward. Egg-thick glans, umbrella-ridged, veiny pillar like coiling dragon beam.
Yarou eyed bro's monster, then her sealed slit—panic: That in me? No way.
Wang Xin'er preempted: "No fear, little Rou. Sis less developed—took it fine. You will too. Real women fuck bro."
Last line hooked her. Bro's woman? Fear gone—she moved to mount like sis.
Wang Yue flipped up. "Lie back, little Rou. Bro's got you."
Obedient nod, she reclined.
He raised her slim legs wide, thumbs parting outer lips—pink virgin slit exposed.
Cock in hand, he slid glans up-down her folds.
Xin'er's juices lubed it slick; Yarou dry but gliding smooth.
"Feel good, little Rou?" Wang Yue rubbed gentle, voice soft.
"So... comfy. Itchy-tingly, can't describe." Words failed her bliss.
Xin'er joined: tongue laving cock and sis's pussy.
Double-team: Yarou squirmed. "Bro, sis—move! Gonna pee!"
Xin'er laughed, recalling her first. "Silly—not pee. Pussy juice for lube, so bro slides easy."
Relieved, Yarou gushed clear nectar.
"Bro, she's ready—fuck her!" Xin'er urged.
"Patience—more prep." Glans ground on.
Soon Yarou writhed. "Bro, pussy so good—shove it in, fuck me! Be your woman!"
Timing perfect: glans pried her tight virgin lips, easing in slow.
Wang Yue deflowering pro now. Details skip—minutes later, pain past, Yarou hilted on bro's full length.
"Remember that technique I taught? Run it now." While adapting, Wang Yue forged qi link.
Most obedient sis—Yarou complied sans question.
Effort synced qi fast.
Yarou adjusted—no pain on move.
Wang Yue thrust slow.
Freshly broached, took two-thirds max—but vise-tight, rivaled any milf's full-swallow bliss.
He ramped fierce, pounding her flower heart relentless.
Yarou tasted true fuck-joy: bro's hammering blissed her boneless, ass bucking to meet.
"Me too!" Xin'er burned, straddling bro's face.
Wang Yue engulfed twin's plump bun-pussy—suck, lick, devour.
Cock drilled half-sis nonstop.
Sisters moaned duet—harmonious ecstasy.
First fuck—Yarou vs. bro's milf-breaking beast. Under three minutes: crashing orgasm.
Wang Yue erupted, flooding her womb—double bliss few women ever knew.
Xin'er dismounted—preferred cock-orgasms over tongue.
"How's it feel, little Rou?" Wang Xin'er grinned at sis's flushed post-peak face.
Yarou dazed: "Too good. Sis wasn't lying—bro-fuck world's best."
"More perks. Check qi."
Yarou cycled: peak Body Tempering leaped ten sub-levels to Spirit Condensation 1st layer.
"Wha—how?!"
"Dual cultivation effect—that technique bro taught."
"Fuck bro to cultivate proper." Quick on uptake, then shock: "Others... Mom..."
"Yup, all true dual-cult with bro." Wang Xin'er grinned. "Pussies fucked by his big dick. Keep secret."
"They're his women too? Even Mom?!" Yarou's face twisted, reeling.
"Blood sis ok—why not them?"
"But..."
"Mom loves Dad most," Yarou insisted. "Can I believe in love?"
Her mom Xue Yan followed Dad for love—sans title. Yarou's idol romance.
Never dreamed Mom betrayed Dad, became bro's woman too.