My sister and I's story

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Love and sex are two words that are almost indispensable in everyone's life, and everyone's first love and first sexual experience are unforgettable and etched in their memory. For many, the first time is only once, but for some, different experiences may add different firsts to their lives. Perhaps I am one of those people.

My name is Yun. In my life, I have three very close sisters: one is my cousin from my uncle's side, one is my cousin from my uncle's side, and the other is my adopted sister whom I grew up with. Perhaps, in the eyes of normal people, any of these three relationships should be pure sibling affection. But whether it is a twist of fate or destiny, I have developed the most intimate relationship with them—romantic love.

Almost twenty years ago, I first met my god-sister, Yan, in kindergarten. At that time, my parents and his parents, Uncle Wen and Aunt Jun, were very good friends. The two men were colleagues at work, and the two women were roommates in college. Perhaps it was just to make the relationship between the two families closer, or perhaps it was just the adults joking with the child, but from then on, Uncle Wen started calling me "son-in-law." At the time, I didn't understand what "son-in-law" meant; I just thought that having the word "grandfather" in it sounded impressive. So, after becoming familiar with Yan, Uncle Wen, and Aunt Jun, whenever I was with Uncle Wen and met anyone I knew, I would proudly tell them, "I'm Uncle Wen's son-in-law." It wasn't until a year later, during a holiday, that I returned to my maternal grandparents' house and overheard them referring to my father as "son-in-law" while talking to someone. Upon asking, I finally understood what was going on. Embarrassed, this four- or five-year-old child ran back to my bedroom, buried my head in the covers, and didn't want to get up for a long time.

After that, I stopped referring to myself as Uncle Wen's son-in-law, but gradually I developed different feelings for Yan than for anyone else. At the time, I didn't know what that feeling was like. I only knew that I liked eating and playing with Yan, and sometimes I would even suddenly kiss her like a surprise attack. I also liked to hold her hand when we walked together. Whenever adults asked me why I did this, I would always answer with "because she's pretty," which would make everyone laugh and call me a little pervert.

By the time I was in kindergarten, I had already touched most of the girl's body during our hugs and kisses, and what followed was a strong curiosity about the parts that I couldn't see before. One afternoon, during nap time, I tried to ask Yan if I could touch her bottom. She hesitated for a while, but finally agreed. So, when the teacher was out of the room, I quietly put my hand on Yan's body, who was sleeping on the bed next to mine. I don't know when, but Yan had already pulled her pants down a bit, and I easily slipped my hand inside. It was small, soft, and round. I touched mine with my other hand, but didn't seem to feel any difference. Contrary to my calm, even slightly disappointed, Yan chuckled and said it tickled. So, I gently grabbed it a couple more times and then withdrew my hand. This was perhaps the first time Yan and I had relatively intimate physical contact.

A few days later, one afternoon, Yan suddenly asked me what the difference was between boys' and girls' genitals. I said maybe it was that girls don't have a penis. Yan then took advantage of the situation and asked to touch me during nap time. I thought to myself that I had touched her last time, so it wouldn't be a big deal for her to touch me back this time, and I readily agreed. I only asked to touch her genitals as well, and Yan agreed to that as well. So, taking advantage of the time when the teacher was out while everyone was napping, Yan and I touched each other's bodies. The moment Yan's hand touched my genitals, I couldn't help but shudder. Ever since I can remember, I've never let anyone touch my penis easily, not even my parents. This sudden contact made me inexplicably nervous. I swallowed and put my hand on Yan's genitals as well. Hmm, it was definitely different from a boy's; it seemed like a piece of flesh was missing, very soft and tender. Yan laughed again, just like last time, and gently patted my hand. I didn't stop, but tried to find the spot where the girl urinated, but Yan stopped me. On one hand, I didn't want to upset her; on the other hand, I was afraid of being discovered, so I didn't force her, and we both withdrew our hands.

That was the first time I directly experienced the difference between male and female bodies. Similarly, it also made me feel for Yan in a way that was different from my feelings for other girls.

For the next ten years or so, Yan and I attended the same school, going to and from school together every day, until we were separated in high school. After entering junior high school, she started calling me "older brother," while I sometimes called her Yan and sometimes "younger sister." During that time, some close friends or classmates suggested I pursue her, or asked if we had a closer relationship, but I always smiled and denied it. Because at least at that time, my feelings for Yan were more like those of a good friend and a brother and sister. As for what the future held, I naturally had no idea.

From then on, for about ten years, I didn't have any close physical contact with girls, until the summer of my sixteenth year. At that time, I had just taken the first major exam of my life—the high school entrance exam. I thought I could finally rest, but my parents forced me to attend high school cram school. This was originally something that made me extremely unhappy, but it seemed to become meaningful because of the arrival of my cousin from my uncle's family.

My cousin is a little over two years younger than me. She's petite and delicate, not exactly a beauty, but still quite attractive. She's always been very close to me and my cousin from my aunt's side, and we're very affectionate. Perhaps because of this, when she came to visit, my mother naturally let me sleep in the same bed with her at night. On

our first night together, after turning off the lights, my cousin and I lay in bed chatting. Having not seen each other for over half a year, we had so much to talk about. Before we knew it, we saw through the glass in the door that the light in my parents' room was off. For some reason, I suddenly felt bold and whispered in my cousin's ear that I wanted to kiss her, but I didn't specify where. She hesitated for a moment, then agreed. I gently embraced her, slowly moving towards her lips. Even now, I vividly remember the trembling nervousness I felt. Although it wasn't my first time kissing a girl, it still felt strangely exciting and nerve-wracking with my cousin. Finally, our lips met, and I could clearly feel her trembling. I didn't do anything more, just gently sucking on her lips to calm myself down. After about half a minute, I stopped, turned over, and asked my cousin how it felt. She said she was very nervous because it was her first kiss, and she expressed slight displeasure that I had kissed her without explaining things clearly. We chatted casually for a while, and then I got up and kissed her again. This time, I prolonged the kiss and slipped my tongue inside her mouth while she breathed. My cousin stiffened for a moment, but then gradually relaxed. I slowly explored her mouth, and she seemed to want to try a scene from a TV drama, gradually entwining her tongue with mine. This kiss lasted for about two or three minutes before stopping. Afterward,

my cousin seemed to get hooked, taking the initiative to kiss me every now and then, sometimes just a light peck, sometimes a long kiss lasting a minute or two. I was also aroused by her and wanted to try something more intimate. So, I told my cousin I wanted to touch her breasts. Just as I was trying to come up with some reasons to persuade her, she readily agreed, which surprised me a little. Nevertheless, I immediately took action, slowly slipping my hand inside her tank top. My cousin's breasts were small, after all, she was only a middle school student, but it was enough to excite me. Although I had a girlfriend in middle school, it only ever went as far as kissing, because back then I didn't like doing things like touching breasts when there was a possibility of being discovered. Therefore, this touch of my cousin's breasts became my first contact with a girl's developing breasts. I touched her slightly protruding breasts and her growing nipples, listening to her breathing, which gradually became heavier with nervousness. I couldn't help but think about having sex with my cousin one day. But it was clear that it wasn't the right time. My cousin was still young, and her parents were at home. If I took action then, perhaps my cousin wouldn't refuse, but if I were found out, my fate would be predictably miserable.

From that day on, my cousin stayed at my house for five or six days. Every night, we would do some "activities," but it was limited to the chest area, without any deeper contact. However, what happened during those few days laid the foundation for more intimate behavior between my cousin and me in the future.

At my maternal grandmother's house, my cousin was the girl I was closest to, while at my paternal grandfather's house, the girl I was closest to was my paternal cousin, Han. Yes, I didn't like calling her "paternal cousin," and because I had called her that since I was little, my family had gradually accepted it. Han was two years older than me and was the closest person to me in terms of age among my paternal grandfather's direct blood relatives. Therefore, whenever I went back to my paternal grandfather's house, I always spent the most time with Han. Because my grandparents', uncle's, and aunt's families all lived in remote, underdeveloped rural areas with harsh natural environments, I didn't really like, and could even say I hated, going back to my grandparents' house. Although I knew my grandfather missed me dearly, and my family doted on me, and that every time I went back there there were always various kinds of chicken, duck, goose, rabbit, pork, beef, and lamb to eat, this didn't change my prejudice against the place. My biggest, and almost only, fondness for that place was that I could see Han every time I went back.

Han wasn't very tall; even as an adult, she was only 1.6 meters, but she was very beautiful, much like Gillian Chung from Twins. When I was little, every time we went back to my grandparents' house, Han and I would always play the same game we did with our cat, hugging the family kitten and searching the yard for a place to play the same game that Mom, Dad, and the kitten played. Looking back now, it seems childish, but also very heartwarming. Perhaps it was that childhood friendship, that innocent bond, that kept Han and I so close, unlike some siblings who might dislike or even scheme against each other.

My parents both worked at a university, and thanks to this connection, Han was admitted to the same university after graduating high school. When I heard this news, all my unpleasant thoughts vanished, replaced by pure excitement, which even led to a significant improvement in my grades. In the first exam after the start of the semester, I ranked among the top 200 in my grade for the first time. For a student in an ordinary class at the province's top high school with over 1,500 students, this was quite an achievement. My parents were overjoyed and invited Han over for a celebratory and welcoming dinner. After dinner, we chatted for a while, and when we checked the time, it was already 10:30 PM, and the school dorms were closed. My mother suggested that Han stay at my house and sleep with me. Perhaps because we had slept together as children, Han readily agreed. Back in the room, I closed the door and happily hugged Han tightly.

"That's great! Now that you're here, we can see each other more often, instead of only once every two or three years like before!"

"Yeah, otherwise why would I have chosen this place? By the way, you still have the nerve to say we could only see each other once every two or three years? If anything, it's you. Your dad goes back to Grandpa's house every year, why can't you go back with him?"

"Hehe, you know, the conditions back home are really bad. Everything else is okay, but the toilet is a real pain. You have to watch out for pigs crawling behind you when you're pooping. It's really unbearable."

"Pfft! Look at you, 'pigs crawling,' as if you've been crawled by a pig."

"If it hadn't almost come true, how would I have thought of this? If I had been fucked by a pig, I would never have been able to show my face again."

"Haha, okay, okay, stop talking about being a pig. Lie down, it's getting late."

"Okay, let's sleep! Come on!" I said, picking Han up in my arms. Han was startled and cried out, then quickly wrapped her arms around my neck.

"What are you doing? You scared me to death!" Han said, patting my back hard.

"I'm carrying you to bed. What, if you don't like me carrying you, I'll let go."

"You dare! Try letting go! See if I'll talk to you again!"

I smiled, gently kissed Han's cheek, and put her on the bed.

After turning off the lights, we continued chatting as usual. I believe everyone has had this experience: if you're lying next to someone you don't usually sleep with, it's almost impossible not to have a long, engaging conversation. From grades to daily life, from family and friends to future plans, by the time we look at the time, it's almost 1 a.m.

"Oh dear, it's so late, stop talking now, go to sleep, we'll have plenty of time to chat later." With that, Han hugged my arm, closed her eyes, and stopped talking.

"Wait a minute, can you kiss me before you sleep?"

"Listen to me, go to sleep."

"No, I won't let you sleep unless you kiss me."

"Sigh, okay, I can't do anything with you." Han couldn't resist me and gently kissed my cheek.

"No, that's too light, I'm not satisfied." I persisted.

Han opened her eyes and stared at me for about five or six seconds before gently pecking my lips. "How's that? Go to sleep now." With that, Han closed her eyes and went back to sleep, leaving me pounding my heart, blankly unsure what to do or think, my arms trembling.

That night, I don't even know how or when I fell asleep; I only know that when I woke up the next morning it was 9:30 AM, and Han was no longer beside me.

Since Han came, my mother would have her come to my house every Friday night, returning on Sunday. We would sleep together on Friday and Saturday nights. Every time we slept together, she would fall asleep holding my arm; holding hands and hugging were common, and occasional kisses would happen when it was just the two of us at night. As the saying goes, good news makes one feel refreshed, and the arrival of Han truly revitalized my spirits. During that time, I could concentrate on almost every class at school, and the time I used to spend reading novels was replaced by running to the playground to play basketball and exercise. Before, because I had been studying indoors every day before the high school entrance exam, I had developed a habit of staying indoors whenever I had nothing to do, and my weight had been steadily increasing. But because I started playing basketball again, the gradually appearing puffiness returned to my former strength. I knew that my parents must have also noticed the changes in me after Han arrived, and I could only convince them to continue allowing Han to come every week to maintain my good lifestyle by continuing this positive momentum.

During that time, a female classmate I was on good terms with hinted at wanting to date me, but I politely declined. At that point, my heart belonged only to Han. Although we were like siblings, I practically considered her my girlfriend. I liked to tell her everything, whether it was sharing happiness or bearing sadness. Fortunately, my father often came home late due to work, and my mother was always very open-minded about it, or rather, she never thought of my relationship with Han in that way. So we were able to maintain this close relationship without my parents noticing anything amiss.

Our relationship took a further step one weekend in November of that year.

That Friday, both my parents were away on business, but Han still came to my house as usual. We cooked and ate together, then sat on the bed watching TV. Without our parents' constraints, we were both more relaxed than usual. While watching TV, I almost always hugged Han from behind, and she readily accepted my affection. Soon, it was 11 pm. After turning off the lights, we continued chatting. As we talked, I habitually pulled Han into my arms and gently kissed her lips. Usually, when I kiss her, she passively accepts, but today, perhaps because it was just the two of us at home, Han surprisingly hugged me back, which excited me greatly. So I tried to pry open her teeth with my tongue, and as expected, she didn't resist. Instead, she quickly reciprocated with my lips. After kissing for a while, our lips parted, and through the moonlight streaming into the room through the gap in the curtains, I could clearly see that Han's face was flushed, and I guessed I wasn't much better off. I looked at her, and she looked at me, and we were both speechless for a moment. After a while, we kissed again in perfect unison. This time, I tried to go a step further, my hand slowly climbing up her breast through her pajamas. Han's body trembled noticeably, and the hand that was wrapped around my back gripped me tightly, but I didn't sense any resistance from her. After she relaxed, I slipped my hand inside her clothes again. This time, Han slapped my hand, but I didn't stop; instead, I increased the pressure of my kneading.

The force of Han's slaps gradually increased and then decreased, eventually turning from patting into caressing. I felt that Han was different today. I had tried to touch her breasts before, but she had refused. But today, she accepted all my advances without resistance, which excited me. I continued to push the boundaries I had never reached before, slowly unbuttoning Han's pajamas. Han takes off her bra when she sleeps, so after unbuttoning her clothes, her upper body was completely exposed to me. After a few more touches, I moved my mouth to Han's chest and began to feast on it. Han's breathing grew heavier, and her body gradually lowered and flushed. Through her chest, I could clearly feel her heartbeat, which was much faster than usual. Han gripped my hand tightly, panting heavily, her fingers constantly relaxing and tightening with my sucking. Gradually, my mind went blank; I only wanted to explore the body of the girl I loved most.

Soon, I had removed Han's lower body clothing, and my hand covered her pubic area. To my surprise, Han's pubic area was neatly trimmed and felt very clean to the touch, unlike the overgrown pubic hair of women in some adult films. Previously, my cousin was the only girl whose genitals I had touched; Han was the second. Compared to my cousin, Han, now an adult, had a noticeably larger penis, but it was equally taut. My hand kept groping, hoping to find the pearl I had only seen online. During the search, Han's breathing became rapid and shallow, and my hand could gradually feel the moisture emanating from her genitals, which made me even more eager to find it. But haste makes waste; after searching for a long time, I still found nothing. I simply stopped searching deliberately, continuing to caress Han while kissing her again. Clearly, under my caresses, Han had become aroused. Her hands continued to stroke my body, and eventually she simply pulled off my underwear, and we were finally naked together. Han's hands gradually moved towards my lower body, and the moment my penis was grasped, my mind went blank, and I almost ejaculated. I hurriedly tried to use the method I had seen online—inhaling and contracting my anus—and barely managed to stop the urge to ejaculate. I stopped what I was doing with my hands and mouth, and Han sensed my change, stopped what she was doing, and looked at me.

"Is it okay?"

"Can you stop if it's not okay?"

"Probably not."

"Then why did you ask?"

"It's my first time."

"Me too."

"Is it okay if you don't have that?"

"It's fine, come on."

"That's great, get ready, let's get started."

"Okay, be gentle."

I suppressed my urge to explode and slowly moved my penis to the entrance of Han's lower body. After rubbing for a while, Han's garden started to seep water again.

"Hurry up, what are you waiting for?"

"I'm afraid you're too dry down there, and you'll cry out in pain if I go in directly."

"It's okay, no, hurry up."

With Han's permission, I hurriedly aimed at the entrance and squeezed in hard. As I inserted, Han clenched his hands, frowned, and kept moaning. I'd read online that virgins were very tight, but I didn't believe it until I experienced it myself. Perhaps because Han was nervous, her vagina kept contracting, causing me pain each time. After much effort, I finally managed to insert it completely, but strangely, I didn't feel the legendary hymen blocking my way.

"I don't know what's going on, but this is truly my first time," Han explained, seemingly noticing my confusion. "

It's okay, I know many women accidentally break their hymen during their first time, so there's no bleeding." "

That's good. I feel much better now. Try moving around a bit."

I quickly leaned over Han and was about to try thrusting when Han let out a soft moan.

"Ouch, that hurts! Wait, you're pressing on my hair."

"Ah, are you alright? I didn't see, don't blame me." I kissed Han's forehead to apologize.

"You're so clumsy, don't you watch where you're going?" Han kissed me back, tidied her hair, and then hugged me, saying, "Let's move now, slowly."

So, I tried to slowly thrust in and out. For the first few dozen thrusts, Han frowned, looking somewhat pained, and I patiently continued to move slowly, kissing her as I tried to get her into the mood as quickly as possible. Come to think of it, perhaps because of the slow pace, even though it was my first time, I managed to hold back my urge for seven or eight minutes without ejaculating. After a while, I felt Han's body gradually relax. Not only were her hands and feet no longer tense, but her lower body was also no longer as tight as before. My thrusting no longer felt like climbing mountains with each stroke. So, I gradually increased the frequency of my movements. Han stopped crying out in pain and began to breathe heavily, just like during my previous caresses, occasionally punctuated by a moan. Gradually, my thrusting rate increased to about two strokes per second. Han was constantly moaning softly, and I was nearing my climax.

"I'm almost there!"

"Mmm! Just... just come in."

Suddenly, I felt a tremor run through my back, and my semen gushed out. I could feel that this ejaculation was incomparable to anything I had done with my hand before; it was incredibly pleasurable. Each ejaculation was accompanied by a soft moan from Han, until I released the last spurt. I collapsed onto Han, and we lay there quietly for a while.

"Han."

"What's wrong?"

"I love you so much."

"Me too, I love myself too~"

"Hmm? You're teasing me? You're itching for a beating, aren't you?" As I spoke, I reached under Han's armpit and started tickling her, making her beg for mercy.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, stop it."

"Okay, then tell me, will you dare tease me again?"

"No."

"Then do you love me?"

"Yes."

"What does 'yes' mean? I want to hear you say it."

"I love you."

"Say it all."

Han looked at me, then didn't say anything more, instead kissing me directly, only separating after a long time.

"Is that enough now? You really are something."

I turned her around, placing Han on top of me. I didn't plan to do it again, just quietly holding her, enjoying this moment of happiness and warmth. Gradually, we both fell asleep in this peaceful atmosphere, and slept until the next morning. Sure enough, I woke up before Han. Sometime during the night, Han's body slid to my side, with only one leg and arm still draped over me. And what surprised me most was that our lower bodies were still barely connected. Stroking Han's smooth body, my desire and lower body gradually rose, and perhaps the increasing swelling in my lower body woke Han up as well.

"What's wrong? It's so early in the morning, stop fooling around, we can talk about it tonight." Han hit me, seemingly still wanting to sleep.

"Look at the clock, it's already ten o'clock, aren't you getting up?" I said, patting Han's cheek.

"Huh? Really? It's so late, we should be getting ready for lunch." Han hurriedly got up and started getting dressed. Inadvertently, Han bumped into my still erect penis, blushed, and said, "Sorry, let me rest during the day, I'll be with you tonight."

"Okay, you decide."

I also got up and started getting dressed, foreseeing that this would be another wonderful day.

Ever since that time with Han, we maintained this relationship for a long time. In front of our family, we remained just very close siblings, but when we were alone, it was a completely different story. After that day, we had two more instances where my parents were both away from home: once when we went to my maternal grandmother's house for a few days during a holiday, and another time when my father was away on a business trip and my mother was traveling with her work unit. Naturally, we didn't miss these two opportunities and had a "three hundred rounds" of lovemaking at my house. When we didn't have these opportunities, we would go to a hotel in a more distant area once or twice a month to ease our longing for each other. Regarding our future relationship, at least up to that point, we both tacitly avoided mentioning this sensitive topic. Because of Han, Yan and my cousin both had boyfriends, so I remained single and had no interest in other girls, not even one close female classmate. Most of the time, I focused on playing basketball at school. While my grades weren't as good as the top players in the competitive class, they were consistently between 200 and 500th place, a relatively stable performance that made my parents quite satisfied.

Before I knew it, it was the second semester of my senior year, and I was about to face the daunting prospect of the college entrance exam. I thought the next six months would fly by in a blur of busy, tedious studying, but to my utter surprise, something happened not long after the semester started that drastically changed my relationship with Yan.

That night, it was already 11 p.m., and I was in bed getting ready to sleep when I suddenly received a text message from Yan. She told me that she and her boyfriend Jiang had argued a few days ago, and although she wanted to reconcile, Jiang didn't intend to stay with her. Now she didn't know what to do. To be honest, I didn't know how to comfort her because I had no experience with these kinds of situations. My girlfriend from junior high and I had a peaceful relationship and a peaceful breakup; even if we argued, we'd make up by evening, and nothing like this ever happened. I just lay in bed texting Yan, constantly trying to persuade her to calm down. Previously, because of my relationship with Yan, I had met Jiang and we got along quite well. Jiang is a very loyal person and treats Yan very well, but he has a rather short temper. Such a person might calm down quickly when angry, but if he's been holding back for a long time, once he explodes, it's almost irreparable. At that time, I thought there was almost no chance for them to reconcile, or rather, almost no chance for Jiang to agree to reconcile with Yan again. I told Yan everything I thought, and then a while passed without me receiving any more texts from her. Just as I was getting anxious and about to call her, Yan texted: "I'm going to his house to have a serious talk with him. Wish me luck."

I was stunned for a moment, not expecting Yan to make such a decision.

"Don't be silly. With his temper, it's pointless for you to spend an hour or two in the cold."

"At least I'll try. Don't worry about me."

But I couldn't help but care about her. Yan's parents rented a place in a far-off area because of their work, so they let her stay at their home near the school for Yan's convenience. Fortunately, Yan has always been a relatively independent girl, so living alone wasn't too difficult for her. But I couldn't help but worry about a girl leaving home alone at midnight. Luckily, I had visited Jiang's home with some friends who grew up with Yan and me before, so I knew his address. After thinking for a while, I made a decision. I got dressed, left a note for my parents, telling them that Yan and her boyfriend were having some trouble, and that I was going to check on her, asking them not to tell Yan's parents. Given our relationship, I believe my parents will understand my actions after seeing this.

Stepping outside, I noticed an unusual light snowfall, a thin layer of snow already covering the ground. I took a taxi straight to Jiang's house. Along the way, Yan, who had already arrived, was still texting me, one of which was a very firm rejection from Jiang. Through the phone screen, I could almost imagine Yan's helpless, even desperate, expression downstairs at Jiang's house.

Because it was the middle of the night, there weren't many cars on the road, and I arrived at my destination in just over ten minutes. I hurried towards Jiang's house, and from a distance, I could see Yan crouching downstairs, hugging her shoulders, seemingly lost in thought. I hesitated for a long time between going and not going, but finally decided to let her have some time to calm down before meeting her and taking her home.

I had just walked to a corner when I received a call from Jiang.

"Hey, Yun-ge? It's me."

"I know, why are you calling me at this time?"

"Did you know that Yan and I broke up?"

"I only know you two had a fight. What, is it impossible for you to

get back together?" "It's impossible. She and I are just not compatible. Even if we got back together, we'd argue more than we'd be happy."

"Okay, that's between you and her, I won't comment."

"She's downstairs at my place right now. Can you come and take her home? It's the middle of the night, it's not safe for her to go home alone."

"Aren't you still concerned about her?"

"It's just out of basic human nature."

"I'm downstairs at your place right now. I'll take her home once she calms down."

My words seemed to make Jiang pause for a moment, and after a few seconds, he continued, "No wonder she always said how good you were to her, now I've really seen it for myself."

"It's alright. If it weren't so late, I might not have come."

"Brother Yun, don't blame me."

"What's there to blame? If it's not right, just break up. It's not a divorce, and it's not because you did anything to wrong her. Besides, we're still young. It won't hurt us to experience more."

"That's good. Then I'll leave her in your care."

About twenty minutes later, I saw Yan stand up, seemingly preparing to go back. Just as I was about to catch up, Yan's text message came through: "Looks like we're really over. He's too ruthless."

"Are you okay now?"

"I'm not going to die."

I texted her as I walked towards her. As I walked, I received a call from Yan.

"Hey, what's wrong? Why aren't you texting or calling?"

"There's someone following me, and I'm a little scared. Don't be surprised if I say anything," Yan said as she ran off.

I couldn't help but laugh a little, but thinking about it, any girl would be scared to be out alone at night with someone following her.

"Stop running, look back."

"Huh? What did you say?"

"I said stop running and look behind you for yourself."

Yan stopped running, turned around, and saw me walking towards her with my phone in hand. I walked up to her, brushed a few snowflakes from her head, and said, "So, are you giving up now? I told you, if you came, it would only mean you'd be freezing outside for a while, nothing more."

Yan stared at me for a moment, then suddenly threw herself into my arms and burst into tears. All I could do was hold her and pat her back, hoping she would calm down quickly. Yan cried for a while before calming down. I wanted to say something, but Yan's lips suddenly sealed my words. I froze, completely stunned. I hadn't expected Yan to do something like this. Since we were old enough to understand, although we had held hands and hugged before, it was always out of friendship and sibling affection. I had never even considered kissing like this. I hesitated whether to push her away, but after thinking about it carefully, I realized that she was at her most vulnerable right now and needed a hug and care. If I did that again, I really didn't know how she would feel. So, I steeled myself, hugged her back, and kissed her in return.

After about a minute, Yan seemed a little out of breath and finally let go of me.

"Brother, I didn't expect you to come."

"If I didn't come, would I have let you stand outside freezing and crying?"

"You really are the one who loves me the most, my brother is the best."

"Who told you to be my sister, of course I have to love you. Besides, I took so many advantage of you when we were little, I can't just take it all for nothing, right?" For some reason, a scene of Yan and I touching each other in kindergarten suddenly flashed into my mind.

"What are you saying, you're so naughty." Yan was a little embarrassed, buried her head in my chest, and kept hitting me. We hugged like that for a while, and I looked at my watch, it was already past 1 a.m. Luckily, the next day was Sunday, and there were no classes, otherwise I would probably have fallen asleep when it was time for class.

"Yan, it's late, let me take you home."

"Are you busy tomorrow?"

"No, why?"

"Would you like to come home and have a drink with me?"

"Are you sure? I don't remember you being a heavy drinker."

"Yes, I really want to drink."

"Okay, but it's so late, where are you going to buy alcohol?"

"I have some at home, I'll buy it tonight."

"Okay, then let's go to your place."

We were lucky; just as we reached the street, a taxi happened to pass by. The driver, quite gossipy, asked about our relationship. I told him we were like siblings, visiting a friend over the weekend, and he didn't ask any more questions.

When we arrived at Yan's house, I immediately saw a bag of canned beer on the table. It seemed she had planned to drink heavily tonight, only now I was there too. Yan pulled me to sit at the table, opened a can of beer for me, and one for herself, then started chugging it down. Seeing her like this, I didn't want to stop her. After she finished her big gulp, I asked, "Don't you know you should eat something while drinking?"

"I don't want to eat, I just want to drink."

"Okay, since I'm free tomorrow anyway, I'll drink with you." I knew that in her current state, I wouldn't listen to any advice, so I might as well let her get drunk and maybe she'd feel better when she sobered up. Besides, with the college entrance exam approaching, I was under a lot of academic pressure. Han hadn't come to my house since school started, so this was a good opportunity to relax.

So, Yan and I drank can after can. I usually have a low alcohol tolerance; I can only manage six or seven bottles of beer at most. Yan, on the other hand, gets flushed and tipsy after just two or three bottles. The saying "women are born with a natural capacity for alcohol" doesn't seem to apply to her. This time, Yan bought twenty cans in total, and I even suspect she carried them all home herself. So, the two of us, both preoccupied with our own thoughts, did nothing but drink. I don't know when, but I lost consciousness, though I vaguely felt someone pull me to bed. I

don't know how long I slept, but I was awakened by sunlight streaming through the gaps in the curtains. I rubbed my eyes and suddenly realized someone was lying on my shoulder. Looking closer, I saw it was Yan, completely naked, leaning against me, one hand on my chest. Looking at Yan's still somewhat disheveled lower body, I was completely bewildered. I had no idea how all of this had happened last night. I stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought, until Yan beside me woke up.

"Brother, what are you thinking about?"

"What happened? I don't remember anything after I drank it."

Yan sat up, smiled, her lips pursed, looking both charming and cunning.

"Last night I suddenly wanted to do 'that' with you, and you were a bit drunk, so you didn't refuse, and that's how it happened."

"You're really bold." "

You were so nice to me last night, I had to do something to show my gratitude. Anyway, you're familiar with my whole body except for the last step, so I'm willing to do it with you. What, do you think what I did wasn't enough?"

"No, it's not that. I'm not exactly a saint either. You offered yourself, so of course I didn't refuse." I said, while touching Yan's smooth body.

"Hmph, I knew you weren't a good person." Yan pouted, hit me, and then laughed as she lay back on my shoulder.

"What a pity, such a beautiful girl, and I have absolutely no memory of what I did last night. It's like Pigsy eating ginseng fruit!"

"What? Want more?" Yan's face revealed a teasing smile, her hand sliding towards my genitals.

"What the hell?! I haven't even touched you yet, and you're already taking the initiative?" I said, flipping Yan over and pinning her beneath me, forcefully kissing her lips. Yan seemed to enjoy being dominated; as I touched her breasts and garden, her hands hooked around my neck. I kept kissing her lips, her neck, her breasts; Yan seemed somewhat lost in passion, kissing my face haphazardly. Gradually, I could feel Yan's genitals becoming wet, and my penis grew harder and harder. I felt the time was right, so I grasped Yan's lower body, rubbed it a few times, and then thrust in.

"Ah!" Yan let out a moan that was both painful and pleasurable.

"How is it? Are you getting used to it?" I stopped moving, afraid of hurting her.

"It's alright, much better than when you first came in yesterday. When I touched your thing when you were little, it felt like a little worm. I didn't expect it to grow so big now, it looks like it's going to eat you up."

"What, was I rough yesterday?"

"Nonsense, you were drunk, how could you know what gentleness and tenderness are?"

"If you hadn't dragged me to bed, I wouldn't have forced myself on you."

"What do you mean I dragged you to bed? You

're so annoying, you can't say anything nice." "Ha, I not only can't say anything nice, I can't even eat people without spitting out the bones." Saying that, I started thrusting on Yan's body. Perhaps because we were already in the mood, my thrusting speed was particularly fast, and Yan's body seemed very sensitive, she held me and kept moaning, and soon she came a little.

"Ah...ah...brother, you're amazing! I've never had such a good time with him!"

"Ha! Ha! I like it when you praise me, but let's not talk about anyone else when we're doing it."

"Okay, fine, I'm yours today, you can do whatever you want with me."

"I just want you to let loose, to have some real pleasure."

"Ah, I feel so good! I feel so good, I feel so...so good! Brother, you're so good!"

"I can take care of you, help you with your studies, ha! And let you vent and satisfy yourself when you're feeling down, am I some kind of all-around brother?!"

"Ah...yes...you're the best brother...I love you! Ah!"

"Good girl, I love you too!"

"Brother, faster, I'm...I'm coming!"

"I'm almost there too! Whew! Should I ejaculate outside or inside?"

"Ah! Inside...ah! Inside! It's okay for the next few days! Shoot it in! Brother! Shoot it all in, I want you! I want you! I...ah!ah!!" With my last few dozen violent thrusts, Yan climaxed with a scream. Overwhelmed by her love juices, I couldn't hold back any longer, and my semen gushed out, all of it pouring into Yan's flower garden.

We hugged each other, catching our breath for a while, finally coming to our senses. Yan touched my face, her eyes filled with deep love, and I kissed her from time to time, telling her my feelings.

"Bro, will you be my girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend?"

"Yeah, looking at you now, you're still the best to me, and I like you the most."

"Aren't you my girlfriend now? We've been dating for over ten years, haven't we?"

"Always saying nice things, annoying."

"But let me make this clear beforehand, I think you're feeling this way because you have no one to rely on right now, and I'm here for you. If you meet a guy you like in the future, feel free to date him, it's okay. Whether you're my girlfriend or my little sister, I'll treat you well."

"Maybe, I know it might be impulsive, but at least right now, I really love you."

"Me too."

"Hey, by the way, this doesn't seem like your first time. You're quite skilled. Didn't you have a girlfriend in middle school? And I haven't heard of you having one in high school either."

Yan's question caught me off guard. I didn't know how to answer. So far, I've only had this kind of relationship with Han and Yan, but I have no idea whether Yan can accept what Han and I did. After all, boys and girls think differently. If a boy heard about this, he might simply think it's impressive or feel a little envious; but what would a girl think? Would she think I'm a pervert or an incestuous man? I have no idea.

"What's wrong? Is it hard to say?"

"I'm afraid you'll look down on me if I tell you."

"How could that be? Did you go out and find a prostitute?"

"No." "

A hookup?"

"No."

"A...friends with benefits?"

"No."

"Then what is it? Stop beating around the bush. I promise I won't have a problem with you, and I won't tell anyone. Are you at ease now?"

"Okay. It's...it's...it's with my...my sister."

"Ah?! Your sister?"

"Yes, my cousin from my uncle's side. You've met her at my house before." "

Is it...Sister Han?"

"Yes."

"No wonder you're so close to her. So that's why." Yan chuckled, as if she had finally caught me red-handed.

"Don't laugh like that, you look like a weirdo."

"You're the weirdo, you're trying to trick this little loli into willingly being eaten by you."

"You, a loli?" I grabbed Yan's chest. "Feel it yourself, is this what a loli should have? Don't you even know your own size?" In return, I got a soft moan from Yan and a pair of eye rolls.

"Right, right, don't change the subject. How did you and Han Jie get together? She's so beautiful, how could she willingly be with you?"

"Let's not talk about that. Don't you think our relationship... is a little... a little incestuous?"

"So what? In ancient times, many full siblings married. Besides, you two aren't going to get married and have kids. Anyway, I don't see any problem. I've always called you 'brother,' and you still slept with me, didn't you?"

"Haha, you're right. Come on, let's take a shower. You're all sweaty." Before Yan could answer, I scooped her into my arms.

"Come on, let me try a princess carry too." With that, amidst Yan's soft complaints and gentle playful punches, I walked into the bathroom.

We turned on the shower and stood under the water, washing each other and occasionally kissing. After a while, naturally, we both felt desire again. Yan knelt down and took my penis into her mouth, which made me shudder with pleasure. To be honest, Han doesn't always give me oral sex, and I don't want to force her; I just let her do what she feels like. Although we've been together for over a year, it wasn't until last year, after we'd been together for a year, that I experienced her service for the first time. Yan's sudden thrust almost made me ejaculate, and I quickly held my breath and calmed myself down to stop. Yan's technique wasn't very skilled; she just kept swallowing and spitting out my penis without any other provocative movements, but that was enough to excite me. I stroked Yan's hair, enjoying her service, feeling an indescribable satisfaction.

Gradually, I noticed that Yan's movements slowed down considerably; she seemed tired. I helped her up and placed her on the edge of the bathtub, moving my mouth to her genitals.

"Ah, what are you doing?"

"You've given me oral sex, so I have to lick you too. Come on, spread your legs."

Yan covered her face shyly with her hands, but her legs obediently spread apart.

I started by gently licking around the base of her thighs, then gliding my tongue in circles around the perimeter of her vulva. Yan's skin there seemed very sensitive; every time I touched her, it elicited a soft moan. I moved around for about four or five minutes before shifting my focus to the most important area. I had barely touched the entrance of Yan's vagina with my tongue when she convulsed, startling me.

"What, so sensitive? Is this the first time a guy has licked your genitals?"

Yan nodded, blushing.

"Alright, then, I'll make sure you feel good today."

Before, whenever I did it with Han, I would often give her oral sex for a while. After all, women get into the mood more slowly than men. Moreover, I always believed that I got the better deal in our relationship, so I did it willingly. I was quite surprised that Yan had never been licked down there before, but in a way, I was taking her first time in a unique way. Soon, Yan was gushing with pleasure from my touch. Every time my tongue rolled, licked, or thrust, a few drops of nectar would spray from Yan's garden. At this point, Yan couldn't speak. She just clamped her legs tightly around my back, her whole body tense, her face flushed red. Perhaps because it was her first time being licked and she wasn't used to it, with one forceful suck on her clitoris, a gush of intense fluid shot out from Yan's flower garden. Before I could react, a second, a third, and a fourth followed in quick succession, the continuous impact even making my mouth a little numb. I was both surprised and delighted. Surprised because this was the first time I had ever witnessed something that looked like "squirt"; delighted because I had actually given Yan such an experience, which made me very proud. At this moment, I remembered to check on Yan's reaction: she was sitting limply, staring blankly at the ceiling, her mouth wide open, panting heavily, and it took her a long time to calm down. I got into the bathtub and held her in my arms.

"How is it? Comfortable?"

"Mmm, I've never felt so good before, thank you, bro."

"You've given me your body, so I have to make sure you have a good time, right?"

Yan rested her head on my shoulder, her hand sliding down.

"What are you going to do? You're still hard, let me help you too."

"Oh! You're back to normal, aren't you, girl? Now that you're back to normal, let's get to the main course." I pulled Yan onto my lap and, with the lubrication of her love juice, thrust in.

"Ah! What are you doing? You didn't even warn me." Yan, caught off guard, couldn't help but pout.

"Whether you remind me or not, I'm going to take you in anyway, right? Stop with the useless talk, just tell me if you like it or not."

"Yeah, I like it."

"Then get ready, I'm going to start." I picked up Yan's waist and started thrusting up and down. Yan wrapped her arms around my neck, enjoying my thrusts. The bathroom was filled with the scent of spring...

Time flies. In the blink of an eye, my cousin, who is two years younger than me, has already taken the college entrance exam, while I, who am about to be a junior in college, am preparing for the many things to do as an exchange student in another city. In these two years, I was admitted to the best university in the city, which is also ranked very high in the country; Yan was admitted to a university in Jiangnan and got a new boyfriend in her sophomore year; Han graduated with a bachelor's degree and found a job with a decent income in a company of a certain size in the city. But what hasn't changed is that the two of them have never broken off their relationship with me. Needless to say, during my first year of university, we both had relatively more free time, so we spent a lot more time together. Even in her second year, when she was very busy with graduation and internships, we still managed to meet up once or twice a month. Moreover, since starting work, Han rented an apartment near her workplace, which meant we didn't have to go to hotels every time. Whenever Yan came home for vacation, she would ask me to go out, and we'd also get a hotel room for some fun. In fact, during our first winter break, we even went on a trip together. Five or six consecutive years of living together meant we left countless offspring in hotel beds. After she got a new boyfriend, I thought our relationship was over, but when she came back for vacation, she still asked me to go out and sleep with her several times, just like the previous year. I couldn't help but ask her why she did this, and she answered, "She and I are just dating now, not husband and wife. Besides, even if I get married, you'll still be the most important person in my heart, and I'll still look for you, unless you stop me from looking for you."

These words moved me deeply, and that night I poured all my energy into her. As for her boyfriend, I didn't want to interfere, nor could I. I could only apologize to this guy, after all, I started dating Yan eighteen years earlier than him.

As for my cousin, she got into a university in a coastal city in our province. Although it wasn't a prestigious university, compared to her usual average grades, it was enough to make her family happy. After submitting her application, my cousin suggested coming to my house to visit. Since there wasn't anything else to do, my uncle and aunt didn't stop her and let her come on her own. However, after my cousin arrived, I didn't have the chance to sleep in the same bed with her. The reason was simple: my father was sent abroad by his work unit and might not even be able to come back for the New Year. The original double bed was half empty, and since my cousin was here, she naturally had to sleep with my mother. The first week with my cousin passed uneventfully.

The second week, we suddenly received news that my maternal grandparents were coming to our house, which made me very happy. Because the double bed in my parents' room was large enough for three people to lie down, and these three people would most likely be my mother and my maternal grandparents, then naturally, my cousin would come to my bed and sleep with me. Thinking of this, I was so happy I almost grinned from ear to ear. Yan was studying in another city, and Han had been sent by her work unit to help out at a new store in a neighboring province, and had been gone for over a month. In other words, I hadn't had any sex for dozens of days, and suddenly my cousin was sleeping with me again. Even if we couldn't do anything real, a little release of energy shouldn't be a problem. Because before, when I went back to my maternal grandparents' house for Chinese New Year, I had the opportunity to be closer to my cousin. That night, since my uncle and aunt were away on business, and only my cousin was home, I "dutifully" went to her house to sleep with her. That night, my cousin gave me her first oral sex. I didn't try to go all the way and take her virginity; instead, we agreed that after she had her first time with her boyfriend and was no longer a virgin, we would do it together again. I don't know if she's still a virgin now, but if I just let her use her mouth to relieve me, I don't think there will be any problems.

The day my grandparents came, I stayed up all night watching the game and wasn't woken up by my cousin until the afternoon. Because it was summer, we were both dressed lightly. I slept in just my underwear, while my cousin wore a loose pink pajama set. Chatting with my cousin cheek-to-cheek quickly aroused me. Taking advantage of an opportunity, I suddenly kissed her on the lips. She was startled for a moment, but didn't seem upset; instead, she returned the kiss. Overjoyed, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her passionately. At first, she was a little reserved, but soon she stopped worrying and hugged me back. We kissed for about a minute before finally separating. Just as I was about to do it again, my cousin stopped me.

"Don't do it now. They might be back at any time, and it might be bad if you react too quickly. If you want to do something, we can do it tonight, okay?"

"Oh? Anything tonight?"

"Just don't make too much noise." "

Hmm, it seems like I'm the one who won't lose out no matter what. Okay, I'll let you off the hook for now." After saying that, I kissed my cousin's lips hard again before letting her go.

That night, as I had expected, my mother, my grandparents, and I slept in the big bed in my mother's bedroom, while my cousin and I slept in the bed in my bedroom. Grandma was initially hesitant, wondering if it was appropriate for an adult couple to sleep in the same bed. I was a little nervous, but my mother convinced me by saying that Han and I often slept together, and that there was nothing wrong with siblings sleeping together. At that moment, all I wanted to do was sing "Only Mother is Good in the World."

After nightfall, once all the lights outside were off, I grabbed my little lamb and started to devour her. My cousin, without any inhibitions, readily reciprocated. I moved from her mouth to her chest, and then to the final barrier, slowly touching her. My cousin was clearly inexperienced, passively accepting my caresses before finally remembering to grasp my member in return. My cousin's breasts are small, only an A cup. Compared to Han or Yan, they're significantly smaller, but for me now, an A is enough. After all, having some is better than nothing. We caressed each other for a while, then I asked my cousin to give me oral sex, which she readily agreed to. While I was probing her vulva, I chatted with her: "How's it going? Are you still seeing your boyfriend?"

"I guess we broke up. He got into a school in Guangzhou, which is too far from mine, so it was a peaceful breakup."

"Did you sleep with him?"

"Yeah, I was under a lot of pressure before the exam, and he brought it up, so I didn't object and just gave in."

"Does that mean I can... um?"

"Yeah, that's right, we agreed before, I haven't forgotten."

"When can we...? Give me a time."

"If you can come shopping with me tomorrow, I'll say yes."

"You mean after shopping, we'll find a place to get a room?"

"Yeah, there are too many adults at home, there's no way we'll have time. If you want, that's the only way."

I didn't expect my cousin to agree so readily, and I felt a surge of excitement; I was already feeling the urge to ejaculate.

"Um, can I ejaculate in your mouth?"

"Yeah, go ahead. You've already given it all to me. I need to brush my teeth later anyway, so just ejaculate if you want." My cousin said, speeding up her swallowing. I couldn't hold back my urge to ejaculate any longer, and soon, with a long sigh, I ejaculated in my cousin's mouth. My cousin seemed startled by my ejaculation. She gaggled and then coughed a few times, coughing up a lot of semen onto my legs.

"Are you okay?"

"You're so annoying! You should have told me before you ejaculated. You startled me. I wasn't prepared at all."

My cousin wiped her mouth, then got out of bed to brush her teeth. When she came back, she told me she was going shopping the next day and that I should get some rest. I didn't continue with her, and we both fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, my cousin and I went shopping together as planned. Speaking of which, a woman's stamina while shopping is truly astonishing, even frightening, for men. My cousin, who usually seems quite delicate, has far more stamina for shopping than I, someone who participates in sports meets every year. My cousin seemed to sense my anxiety and impatience, so she said teasingly, "Don't be upset. You can do whatever you want later, okay?"

"You said it yourself, don't go back to making things difficult once we're inside."

"Okay, I said it. A dog that doesn't keep its word is a dog."

Having received my cousin's promise, I perked up again.

Finally, after shopping for five or six hours, my cousin said she had enough and was ready for me to do as I pleased. So, I took her to a reasonably nice budget hotel, ready to reclaim my rightful "reward."

As soon as we entered the room, I drew the curtains and eagerly pinned my cousin against the wall, kissing her passionately while undressing us both. She cooperated, letting me peel off her clothes piece by piece. Soon, we were both naked. Just as I was about to proceed, my cousin stopped me, saying, "We've been walking all day, we're all sweaty, let's take a shower first."

"Okay, sure, you can't run away anyway."

I went into the bathroom, and when the water was warm enough, I went out and pulled my cousin in as well.

Standing under the showerhead, I kissed my cousin's entire body while slowly running my fingers around her vulva, sometimes sliding them back and forth at the entrance, sometimes thrusting them in and out, quickly eliciting soft moans from her. Seeing the time was right, I lowered myself slightly, found the right spot, and thrust in. My cousin, already quite aroused, only let out a soft moan before tightly embracing my neck. I lifted one of her legs and wrapped it around my waist, then began to thrust vigorously. Ever since I took my cousin's first kiss, I'd noticed that whenever we were intimate, she preferred me to be a little rougher, even a little violent. I'd asked her why, and she'd told me she thought it was more passionate. So, naturally, I couldn't "disapprove" my cousin's expectations; the roughest penetration was probably her favorite method.

As it turned out, my choice was right. With my vigorous piston-like movements, my cousin moaned repeatedly, her face becoming increasingly flushed, and her limbs gripping me tighter and tighter. Gradually, my cousin began to lose her balance, swaying uncontrollably. Seeing this, I pushed her against the wall to help her maintain her balance. My cousin's moans grew louder, and I couldn't resist teasing her.

"How is it? Is it comfortable?"

"Mmm...comfortable..."

"Do you like it?"

"I...I...I like it..."

"Will you let me on top again?"

"Yes...yes!" "

Will you take the initiative?"

"No...no..."

"Hmm?" Seeing this, I hugged my cousin's waist tightly and thrust hard with all my might, making my cousin beg for mercy repeatedly.

"Ah...ah...I'll take the initiative...take the initiative..."

I smiled with satisfaction, then slowed down again, letting her continue to enjoy my thrusting. During this time, I changed positions a few more times, hoping to last longer. Finally, I managed to hold on until my cousin reached her climax. I couldn't tell who ejaculated first; I only remember both of us reaching our peak together amidst the sound of water, one moaning loudly and the other growling softly. I sat down on the floor with my cousin in my arms, letting the water rush down over our heads.

"Honey, was it good?"

"Don't ask me, I don't want to talk," my cousin murmured softly, her head resting against my chest, looking very weak. Seeing this, I didn't force her anything further, just sat with her to recover my strength. To be honest, I didn't have much experience with standing sex before, and whether with Han or Yan, they were both very good at coordinating my movements. So, relatively speaking, this time with my inexperienced cousin, standing sex was incredibly physically demanding. It took me a good four or five minutes to recover most of my strength. I dried my cousin off and carried her to bed. I was thinking of getting ready to continue, but I found she had already fallen asleep, exhausted. I smiled helplessly and had no choice but to give up. While she slept, I scrolled through WeChat and Weibo.

She slept for almost two hours before finally waking up. I patted her bottom and said, "Have you slept enough? If you don't get up soon, it'll be dark."

"It's all your fault! Why did you have to use so much force? This is only the second time!"

"Don't you always like me to be a little rougher and harder on you? Besides, you didn't seem unhappy when I used that much force just now.

" "You've confused me so much, I can't even tell what you're saying anymore..."

"Ha, so to put it another way, you still enjoyed it, didn't you?"

"You're just making excuses." My cousin said, pinching my arm as she spoke.

After that, my cousin stayed at my house for another half month, during which time we went out together twice. Although I always won, my cousin persisted for longer and longer periods, which made me more satisfied and also amazed by her adaptability.

However, to be honest, this is, at least so far, the first and only time my cousin and I have been together. A few months after my cousin started university, she found a boyfriend. And because we rarely stayed in the same city, and opportunities were scarce, I stopped thinking about getting back together with her. But our sibling relationship remains very good. Maybe one day, my cousin and I will rekindle our romance, but that's a matter for the future.

After starting my junior year, as mentioned before, I went to another school as a one-year exchange student, along with several classmates. For the first while, everything was normal. Like a freshman, I followed upperclassmen and classmates to familiarize myself with the school, complete registration procedures, and make new friends and teachers. Just as my life was beginning to settle into a new routine, I received news I desperately wanted to hear: Han had a boyfriend.

My mother told me this. I had seen some hints of it on WeChat Moments before, but Han had always denied it when I asked. This time, I saw on Moments that he had bought her a ring, so I asked my mother and learned that Han did indeed have a boyfriend. For the first few days after finding out, I was completely listless and had no interest in anything. Whether it was going to class, playing sports, or playing computer games, I felt like a machine. When friends asked what was wrong, I could only make up excuses like feeling unwell or lacking energy.

I didn't call or text Han because I didn't know what to say. I thought that not mentioning these things to her anymore might be the best choice. She was about to start her new life, and I had to learn to face life without Han. Yes, since Han came to this university, we've spent four years together like a couple. In my heart, she was almost never just an older sister to me, but my girlfriend. Even though Yan and I were nominally boyfriend and girlfriend for a semester, our actual relationship was no different from that of siblings. Sometimes, I even felt that our "relationship" felt a bit like children playing house. Our relationship could perhaps be described as peculiar: we have no blood relation, our families like each other very much, but neither of us seems to have any intention of marrying the other. Yan is very good to me, and I love her very much, but in my heart, she's more like a younger sister—except in bed. In comparison, my relationship with Han, or rather, my feelings for Han, are far more complex. Although we agreed beforehand that our relationship wouldn't prevent us from finding boyfriends or girlfriends. I understand that Han will never truly belong to me; she will eventually have her own husband. The unbreakable blood ties destined us to be unable to grow old together. I had considered the possibility of Han having a boyfriend before, and was somewhat prepared, but when this day actually arrived, I still felt incredibly sad.

Afterwards, Han brought her boyfriend home, and they had dinner with my parents, her parents, and other family members. Most people were quite satisfied with this man—handsome, articulate, well-mannered, and with a good job. Only my mother seemed a little suspicious. He had previously said he was single and hadn't been in a relationship for some time, but according to Han, his home was impeccably organized, not at all like the home of a single man. My mother had mentioned this during a phone call, but I wasn't paying much attention because I was going through a difficult time.

Soon, my close classmates and friends learned about my unusual behavior. Although they couldn't figure out what was wrong, they tried to cheer me up. Around this time, it happened to be my birthday, and my roommates, along with the exchange student, organized a small birthday party for me, which helped me recover quite a bit. I'm very grateful to these friends; as I get older, I have fewer and fewer close friends. Receiving so much care in a new environment made me feel very warm.

One morning, I didn't have class and was sitting in front of my computer reading the news. Suddenly, my phone rang; it was Han calling.

"Hey."

"Yun, are you alright?"

"Yeah."

"I... I didn't mean to not tell you."

"I know."

"..." Han was silent for a moment.

"Is he good to you?"

"Yeah, he's very good to me."

"That's enough."

"I'm sorry, Yun, I..."

"It's nothing to be sorry about. Didn't we agree before that we wouldn't interfere with each other finding boyfriends/girlfriends? If you get tired of it, then we'll end this relationship, and we'll still be siblings. Look at me, didn't I date Yan before?"

"That's different! You and Yan aren't going to get married." Han's voice suddenly rose, seemingly a little agitated.

"Okay, okay, I'm really fine."

"I don't believe you. Even now that I have him, I still think about you sometimes. I don't believe you're completely okay."

"Sister."

Just one word, yet it made both of them fall silent.

I can't remember the last time I called her "sister." Maybe it was the first time I met her, and my elders made me call her that; maybe it was when I was little, and my parents forced me to call her by her name. But for both of us, it's probably the first time we've both uttered that word to her willingly.

"Sister, we both understand that you and I can't get married. This day was bound to come sooner or later; the only difference was whether you found someone first or I did. Now, things are basically a done deal for you. Everyone at home says it's okay, right? Even if I have something else to do, I have to go. Besides, I'm really much better now." After saying this, I closed my eyes, and tears silently streamed down my face. I really love Han, but I can't hold her back. I can't let her have to think about me when she finds happiness.

"Then I'll believe you. Promise me you'll take care of yourself." Han's voice trembled with tears.

"Yes, I will."

"Yun."

"What's wrong?"

"You have to believe me too. I really loved you, no less than you loved me."

"Yes, I believe you, I really believe you."

"Then, I'll hang up."

"Hang up, goodbye."

The dial tone seemed to completely block the path between us, reminding me that it was time to take another path.

Although I had lost a very important part of my heart, life still had to go on. It took me more than half a month to barely emerge from the shadow of losing Han and gradually get my life back on track. And it was at this time that Dan, a girl in my class, conveyed her desire to date me through my roommate. This news made me think. Since Han came into my life, I haven't had a serious girlfriend. With Han by my side, I didn't think about these things much. But now that Han has someone else, maybe it's time for me to find a girlfriend too. To be honest, I'm not averse to Dan; I even have a bit of a crush on her. She's the kind of girl I like—open and carefree when having fun, but also reserved in everyday life. However, I'm not sure if my feelings for her are the kind of feelings you'd have for a boyfriend. So, I arranged to have dinner with her and explain things to her.

That day, when I left, my roommates all gave me mischievous smiles and wished me "immediate success." I could only smile helplessly and tell them it wasn't certain. I guess Dan's roommates probably felt the same way.

I picked Dan up from her outer bedroom and we headed to the hotel. We chatted casually along the way. I don't have much experience in dating, and Dan, who is usually quite outgoing, seemed much more shy. To outsiders, we probably wouldn't look like a couple who might soon be together. Things only improved after we arrived at the hotel, ordered, and started talking about our favorite foods.

"Dan, I really didn't realize you were so proactive in this area," I teased.

"I only take the initiative with people I like," Dan said, looking at me with a determined gaze.

"Are you sure you like me? We haven't known each other for very long, only a little over a month. How could you like me already?"

"I'm sure. I didn't believe in love at first sight before, but after seeing you, I do. And I also didn't believe I would take the initiative to pursue a guy, especially not the kind who seems perfect in every way."

"But I'm not sure if I like you." I chuckled to myself. Usually, the guy would be the one making the move, but now, the roles seemed reversed. I was like a naive little girl listening to someone else's confession.

"Give me some time, and I'll make you fall in love with me. I believe I have the ability."

"If I'm with you, you'll regret it."

"Regret it? Why?"

"Because I have someone else in my heart, and she's very, very important to me. Although we're not together now and can't get married in the future, I reckon no one will ever be more important to me than her. If you're with me, you'll have to put up with your boyfriend having another girl on his mind all the time. Can you accept that kind of boyfriend?"

"Yes, if it's you, I can accept it."

"Don't agree so quickly. Think about it carefully. I'm not leaving tomorrow, there's no rush."

"You don't trust me?"

"A little, and a little bit of self-doubt too."

"I know what you want to say. Don't worry, I just want to be with you, I won't pester you. If you don't want to continue seeing me, just say so, it's okay. If the person in your heart comes back, you can go back to her, I won't say anything."

"You..." Dan's words suddenly left me speechless. I never expected her to be so determined.

"I'm already halfway through university, and every day it's just studying and playing, playing and studying. Now, I want to leave something behind in university that I can remember for a lifetime, and pursuing you is one of them."

"Don't you want to ask me who the person in my heart is?"

"Even if you tell me, I might not know them. Besides, if you want to tell me, you'll tell me without me having to ask."

For a moment, I couldn't help but feel a little moved. I consider myself an ordinary person in every way. I'm not handsome, not academically outstanding, not particularly good at sports, and my family doesn't have much wealth. Yet, this is the kind of person who has won the heart of Dan, a girl who is excellent in every way.

"Okay, let's give ourselves a chance, try dating first, and if it works out, we'll be together." As I said this, I secretly resolved not to let her down. Perhaps, Dan is the starting point of my new life.

"Really? That's wonderful, thank you."

"I should be thanking you." I grasped Dan's hand. "I really don't know where I get such charm that you treat me like this. I can only say I'll try my best to like you as quickly as possible. But I promise, as long as we're still boyfriend and girlfriend, I'll treat you well."

"Great! I promise too, I'll definitely treat you well."

"Yeah, I believe you."

The two clasped hands seemed to herald a brand new beginning.

In the blink of an eye, Dan and I had been dating for two months. During this time, I can't say I was incredibly attentive to Dan, but I was doing my best to be good to her; Dan was even more caring towards me and relied on me in every way. Suddenly, we, who had become boyfriend and girlfriend in such a rush, became the model couple for the whole class and even the entire college. And this new relationship also gave me the courage to try to forget Han and invest more in Dan.

About a month into our relationship, Dan tried to suggest she give herself to me, but I refused. I can't quite explain why; perhaps it was because we hadn't known each other long enough, and I didn't want to get her so easily; perhaps it was because I wasn't used to having sex with a fourth woman. When Dan asked me about it, I replied that if we could get along well for more than six months, then I would take her. Dan was happy that I respected her and said I could have her anytime I wanted.

Just as everything was starting to move in a new direction, a post on Han's WeChat Moments pulled me back.

It was a breakup post, and Han seemed very angry and heartbroken. I didn't ask her directly, but instead asked my mother what had happened. As my mother predicted, this seemingly well-organized "single" was indeed already planning to get married. However, after seeing the young and beautiful Han at work, he considered abandoning his original fiancée and pursuing Han instead. When Han found out, she scolded him severely and broke up with him without hesitation. But, according to my mother, this breakup also hit Han very hard, as this man had indeed been very good to her, and she had truly fallen for him. After a brief farewell to my mother, I immediately called Han. Han sounded completely listless on the phone, almost lifeless. No matter what I said, she only gave a few simple words in response, which made my heart ache. After hesitating for a long time, I made up my mind to go back and see her. Otherwise, even if I stayed here to attend classes, my heart would be elsewhere. So, I immediately booked a train ticket online for the night, preparing to return as quickly as possible. Before leaving, I called Dan to tell her I was going home and not to worry. To be honest, I didn't know what the outcome of this trip home would be—whether I would reconcile with Han, or continue with Dan. Just thinking about it gave me a headache, and I finally decided not to think about it too much for now.

At five in the morning, I set foot on the soil of my hometown, which I hadn't seen for months. As soon as I got off the train, I took a taxi straight to Han's house. I knew she usually got up around seven in the morning for work, and I planned to go back first to make her some breakfast. When I arrived at her door, I checked the time; it was just past six in the morning. Luckily, I still had a key to Han's house, so I didn't need to wake her. As soon as I entered, I was shocked: Han, who was always so clean, had made a complete mess of her house, making it look like the home of a shut-in who hadn't left the house in ages. I went into Han's bedroom and saw her wearing a visibly dirty nightgown, the buttons undone, the blanket on the floor, and she curled up in a ball, seemingly shivering. A mix of emotions welled up inside me; I even had the urge to kill that man. But then I thought about it—he had genuinely cared for Han, but his previous actions were unacceptable. I went over, tucked the blanket back in, gently kissed her cheek, and left the room. Luckily, there were some noodles, vegetables, and eggs in the refrigerator, so I took them all out to make her a bowl of hot soup noodles. Just as I was almost done, a pair of arms suddenly hugged me from behind.

"Why are you awake so early? Did I wake you?" I asked while busy with my work.

"Why did you come back?" Han didn't answer me.

"I heard this matter has affected you a lot, so I wanted to come back and see you."

"Why are you still so concerned about me?"

"Why wouldn't I care about you?"

"Then what kind of relationship is this? Is it like siblings, or..."

"Whatever you want it to be, that's what it is."

"Please tell me yourself, okay?" Han's voice held a hint of pleading.

I turned around and hugged her, whispering in her ear, "Because I love you, that's why I care about you."

Han buried her head in my chest and sobbed, holding me even tighter. I gently kissed her hair, letting her feel my presence. After crying for a while, Han gradually calmed down.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, you still came in the end."

"Don't say that. Eat your food quickly so you can go to work. I'll tidy up the house for you. Look at the state of your place!"

Han obediently finished her noodles before saying something that almost made me want to vomit blood: "Hehe, I'm not working today, I'm resting. If you hadn't come, I don't know how long I would have slept~"

"Damn it, why didn't you say so earlier? I had to come all this way so early in the morning." "Serves

you right for not telling me you were coming beforehand~" Han held my hands, pouting cutely, looking just like a little sister.

"Okay, okay, it was my fault, alright?"

"That's more like it. What kind of surprise attack was this? Did you have to move me to tears?"

I was about to say something when Han interrupted me with her next sentence: "Don't say anything yet. I haven't had enough sleep. Why don't you come with me and get some more sleep?" With that, Han pulled me towards the bedroom without further ado. I could only let her lead me, feeling both happy and helpless.

As soon as we entered the bedroom, Han started to undress me. It didn't seem like she was in a hurry to make love, but rather like a wife to her husband who had come home. I didn't say anything, just let her do what she wanted. Soon, when Han had undressed me down to my underwear, she stopped what she was doing.

"Can you just sleep like this for now? If you keep taking your clothes off, I'm afraid... I'm afraid I'll start thinking right now..."

"Okay, I understand. Let's sleep first, and we'll talk about the rest when we wake up. I didn't sleep well last night either, since I was on the train all night." I said as I climbed into bed, pulling Han to my side and hugging her. Han hugged my arm tightly, pressed against my body, her breath hitting me.

"Okay, go to sleep, or your arm will be soaked with your breath." I was saying when I felt a cool sensation on my shoulder. I quickly looked down and saw it was Han's tears.

"What's wrong? Weren't you fine just now? Why are you crying again?" I turned to face her, stroking her face as I asked.

"Waaah... I really miss this feeling. I'm sorry, Yun."

"It's nothing to be sorry about, really. Aren't we lying together again now?"

"Yeah, I really love lying like this with you."

"Okay, then lie here as long as you want. I'll stay here with you."

"Thank you. I really don't know if I can ever leave you again."

"If you can't, then don't leave. I won't get married, and you shouldn't get married either. We can live like this for the rest of our lives."

"How can that be? My family won't agree. Besides, aren't you and your girlfriend doing well now? You didn't want to hold me back then, and I can't hold you back now."

"You should know that I can really do all those things I said for you."

"Don't say that. If I really make you never get married for the rest of your life, I definitely won't be at peace."

"Then...then I'll go back and ask her. If she agrees to our relationship, I'll continue to get along well with her; if she doesn't agree, then we'll see."

"It's up to you. Just don't let me make you two break up."

"Alright, don't think too much about it. Go to sleep. I've already taken a week off, so at least for these few days, I'm all yours."

"Okay, whatever you say." Han gently kissed me, then snuggled up to me again and fell asleep.

I slept for a long time, and it was very peaceful. Han and I didn't wake up until the afternoon. Afterwards, Han and I cleaned her house thoroughly again, and several more hours passed after we finished. Han and I sat on the floor, leaning against each other, looking at the dust on each other's faces, and burst into laughter.

After dinner, Han and I tidied everything up in perfect unison, turned off the lights, drew the curtains, and lay down on the bed together, facing each other.

"Yun."

"Hmm?"

"Promise me something, okay?"

"What is it?"

"While you're here, let me call you husband, and you call me wife, okay?"

"Sure, I'd love to."

"Then… promise me one more thing, okay?"

"I'll promise you anything, just tell me."

"From now on, please don't call me 'sister' anymore, okay? Last time you called me 'sister' on the phone, I really… really…" Han said, on the verge of tears again.

Okay, okay, don't cry, don't cry. I promise you, from now on I'll call you by your name in public, and in private I'll call you wife, baby, anything, anything, but I definitely won't call you 'sister,' okay? "

Hmm, you have to keep your word. If you break your word, I'll punish you... hmm, what will I punish you for?"

"I'll punish you by making sure I love you in my next life, and then you don't love me anymore, okay?"

"Isn't that punishing me too? How could I not love you?" Han said, hugging me and kissing me. Speaking of which, this was our first proper kiss since we met today, and also our first in almost half a year. This was the longest kiss of my life, lasting a full five or six minutes. By the time our lips parted, we were both panting and completely naked.

"Yun, come on, I missed you so much."

"Me too."

"Then what are you waiting for? Come on."

I flipped over and straddled Han, letting his dragon rub against my entrance. Han was different today; she was already overflowing with desire the moment I touched her garden. I didn't hesitate either, thrusting in hard. The warmth sent a jolt through me, a mix of emotions welling up inside me. For a moment, my forehead pressed against Han's, speechless.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you moving?"

"Han, I really thought I'd never be able to do this with you again."

"Me too. Oh, hurry up and move, or I'll start crying again."

"Ha, okay, here I come."

I slowly began to move inside Han's body, gently and earnestly, like performing a ritual. Han held me, letting out a soft moan with each thrust. I slowly kissed her face, her lips, her neck, her shoulders; she gently stroked my hair, my back, my chest. We maintained this rhythm for a long time, without feeling tired of it, nor did we want to change the rhythm. It wasn't about pursuing a moment of climax, but simply about quietly experiencing the warmth and comfort of my lover's body.

I don't know how long this went on, but Han's moans gradually grew louder, and her lower body became increasingly aroused.

"Are you coming?"

"Mmm...yes...you...you should go a little faster."

"Yes, my wife!"

I immediately began to accelerate my thrusts, and Han seemed even more excited by my calling her "wife," holding me tightly and clenching her lips. Seeing this, I kissed her, our lips and tongues locked. After about a hundred or so kisses, Han let out a muffled cry, and I trembled with excitement. Finally, we both came.

"Husband, you're so good to me," Han called me that for the first time in bed.

"You are too, wife."

"I've decided, no matter what, I'll cling to you."

"I'm definitely a hundred times willing, but I'm afraid you won't keep your word."

"Impossible, I definitely keep my word, I'll stay with you until I can't do it anymore."

"Then hook up."

"Okay, hook up."

Two adults, like children, hooked their arms together, saying, "Hooked up, never to change for a hundred years." It was like a promise, a vow.

That night, Han gave me a real treat. She didn't particularly like breast sex before, but she was skilled at oral sex and everything else. I even suspected that if I hadn't had an instinctive aversion to anal sex, she would have agreed to let me try it. All night long, Han was covered in my semen from head to toe, as if expressing her love for me and declaring my possession of her. I stayed at Han's house for five days. During those five days, we partied every night. From the bed to the sofa to the bathroom, many places bore our marks. Like newlyweds, we gave ourselves to each other without any reservations.

Back at school, I went to see Dan with a feeling of apology but no guilt. I knew it might be shameless of me, but when it comes to feelings, no one can force me. I told Dan that the person in my heart had returned.

"So you don't want me anymore?"

"Honestly, Dan, I like you, I really like you. Of all the girls who could rightfully be my girlfriend, you're the one I like the most." "

Huh? What do you mean? What about her…"

"Do you want to hear that story?"

"Yes, but I want to go somewhere with you where it's just you and me."

"Just you and me?"

"Yun, no matter what happens tonight, I want you to take me, okay?"

I remained silent, unsure what to say, unsure how to respond to this girl's deep feelings for me.

"Okay, let's go." I finally decided to agree. I didn't want to disappoint her, and also because I had slowly fallen for her myself.

We went to a budget hotel near the school. After entering the room, Dan and I sat facing each other on the bed, and I began to tell her about Han and me, and about Yan and me—a story that I had made up my mind to tell her. Dan listened quietly, without crying or making a fuss until the end.

"This is between us."

"You should have told me sooner."

"You...you can accept it?" Dan's words surprised me. I had thought that even if she didn't despise me for this, she would at least scold me because she couldn't accept it.

"According to what you said, neither you nor Yan, nor your sister, can marry. As long as you treat me well, what can't I accept? Besides, I'm really grateful that you can tell me these things. You wouldn't tell me this unless you absolutely trust me." "

But I can tell you for sure that it will be very difficult for me to break off my relationship with them in the future, especially with my sister."

"So what? At least now, only three women are needed to keep you tied down. If I can marry you, isn't that much better than you going out and looking for someone else?"

"You... I... I really didn't expect you to think like this." Dan's words surprised me more and more.

"Want to know why?"

"Yes."

"Then kiss me."

"Okay." I gently kissed Dan's lips.

"Because my family is in a similar situation. My dad's ex-wife was my mom's friend, but she couldn't have children, so she initiated the divorce. After my dad married my mom, they both felt somewhat sorry for her, so my dad never broke off contact with her. The two of them would get together from time to time, and my mom and I had a good relationship with her. I've always felt that our family consists of four people: one dad and two moms. So, I not only don't object to this kind of thing, but I actually like it." Dan gave me the answer happily, even with a bit of pride.

"Okay, you win. So, you agree to continue being with me?"

"Yeah, unless you want to break up with me."

"Since you've said that, what reason do I have to break up with you? But I need to discuss something with you."

"What is it?

Go ahead." "I won't have you tonight, okay? I need to prepare properly; the current environment isn't ideal, and I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

"Hmm... okay, anyway, I'm not afraid you'll run away now. But you have to hold me while we sleep tonight." Seemingly relieved of her inner turmoil and doubts, Dan happily agreed.

That night, I slept exceptionally well, Dan nestled beside me, making me feel very safe. Perhaps, getting back together with Han wasn't returning to square one, but rather starting a new chapter.

Epilogue:

After the semester ended, I took Dan home to meet Han and Yan. Although I was mentally prepared that they might get along well, the result still surprised me greatly: these three girls didn't just get along well, they practically hit it off immediately, even ignoring me completely, leaving me both delighted and helpless. Later, they told me that the three of them agreed to stay in touch with me. In public, Dan was my official girlfriend, while Han and Yan remained my older sister and god-sister; but when it was just the three of us, they were all my darlings.

After a year of exchange student life, I returned to my original school, which made Dan quite sad for a while. But whenever there was a holiday, I would always go and get together with her. Han and I, just like when I first entered university, would see each other every week. Yan is still with her boyfriend, and we only have sex when she comes home for vacation. My cousin and her boyfriend have a very good relationship; neither of us has mentioned sleeping together anymore, we just act like close siblings.

Now, I've graduated from university and found a good job at a foreign company in this city. Dan, because of me, also came to my hometown to find a job. Our relationship is very stable; our parents have met, and both families are satisfied. Marriage is probably just a year or two away.

To outsiders, I'm very lucky to have a girlfriend like Dan, but what makes me even happier and prouder is that I also have two "sisters," Han and Yan. What the future holds, I don't know, and I don't want to know. I just want to continue having the life I have now, and to continue having the same happiness as I do now. To make me happy, and to make them happy...

Love and sex are two words that are almost indispensable in everyone's life, and everyone's first love and first sexual experience are unforgettable and etched in their memory. For many, the first time is only once, but for some, different experiences may add different first times to their lives. Perhaps I am one of those people.

My name is Yun. In my life, I have three very close sisters: a cousin from my uncle's side, a cousin from my uncle's side, and a god-sister I grew up with. Perhaps, in the eyes of normal people, any of these three relationships should be considered pure sibling affection. But whether by a twist of fate or destiny, I ended up having the most intimate relationship with them—romantic love.

Almost twenty years ago, I first met my god-sister, Yan, in kindergarten. At that time, my parents and his parents, Uncle Wen and Aunt Jun, were very good friends. The two men were colleagues at work, and the two women were roommates in college. Perhaps it was just to make the relationship between the two families closer, or perhaps it was just the adults joking with the child, but from then on, Uncle Wen started calling me "son-in-law." At the time, I didn't understand what "son-in-law" meant; I just thought that having the word "grandfather" in it sounded impressive. So, after becoming familiar with Yan, Uncle Wen, and Aunt Jun, whenever I was with Uncle Wen and met anyone I knew, I would proudly tell them, "I'm Uncle Wen's son-in-law." It wasn't until a year later, during a holiday, that I returned to my maternal grandparents' house and overheard them referring to my father as "son-in-law" while talking to someone. Upon asking, I finally understood what was going on. Embarrassed, this four- or five-year-old child ran back to my bedroom, buried my head in the covers, and didn't want to get up for a long time.

After that, I stopped referring to myself as Uncle Wen's son-in-law, but gradually I developed different feelings for Yan than for anyone else. At the time, I didn't know what that feeling was like. I only knew that I liked eating and playing with Yan, and sometimes I would even suddenly kiss her like a surprise attack. I also liked to hold her hand when we walked together. Whenever adults asked me why I did this, I would always answer with "because she's pretty," which would make everyone laugh and call me a little pervert.

By the time I was in kindergarten, I had already touched most of the girl's body during our hugs and kisses, and what followed was a strong curiosity about the parts that I couldn't see before. One afternoon, during nap time, I tried to ask Yan if I could touch her bottom. She hesitated for a while, but finally agreed. So, when the teacher was out of the room, I quietly put my hand on Yan's body, who was sleeping on the bed next to mine. I don't know when, but Yan had already pulled her pants down a bit, and I easily slipped my hand inside. It was small, soft, and round. I touched mine with my other hand, but didn't seem to feel any difference. Contrary to my calm, even slightly disappointed, Yan chuckled and said it tickled. So, I gently grabbed it a couple more times and then withdrew my hand. This was perhaps the first time Yan and I had relatively intimate physical contact.

A few days later, one afternoon, Yan suddenly asked me what the difference was between boys' and girls' genitals. I said maybe it was that girls don't have a penis. Yan then took advantage of the situation and asked to touch me during nap time. I thought to myself that I had touched her last time, so it wouldn't be a big deal for her to touch me back this time, and I readily agreed. I only asked to touch her genitals as well, and Yan agreed to that as well. So, taking advantage of the time when the teacher was out while everyone was napping, Yan and I touched each other's bodies. The moment Yan's hand touched my genitals, I couldn't help but shudder. Ever since I can remember, I've never let anyone touch my penis easily, not even my parents. This sudden contact made me inexplicably nervous. I swallowed and put my hand on Yan's genitals as well. Hmm, it was definitely different from a boy's; it seemed like a piece of flesh was missing, very soft and tender. Yan laughed again, just like last time, and gently patted my hand. I didn't stop, but tried to find the spot where the girl urinated, but Yan stopped me. On one hand, I didn't want to upset her; on the other hand, I was afraid of being discovered, so I didn't force her, and we both withdrew our hands.

That was the first time I directly experienced the difference between male and female bodies. Similarly, it also made me feel for Yan in a way that was different from my feelings for other girls.

For the next ten years or so, Yan and I attended the same school, going to and from school together every day, until we were separated in high school. After entering junior high school, she started calling me "older brother," while I sometimes called her Yan and sometimes "younger sister." During that time, some close friends or classmates suggested I pursue her, or asked if we had a closer relationship, but I always smiled and denied it. Because at least at that time, my feelings for Yan were more like those of a good friend and a brother and sister. As for what the future held, I naturally had no idea.

From then on, for about ten years, I didn't have any close physical contact with girls, until the summer of my sixteenth year. At that time, I had just taken the first major exam of my life—the high school entrance exam. I thought I could finally rest, but my parents forced me to attend high school cram school. This was originally something that made me extremely unhappy, but it seemed to become meaningful because of the arrival of my cousin from my uncle's family.

My cousin is a little over two years younger than me. She's petite and delicate, not exactly a beauty, but still quite attractive. She's always been very close to me and my cousin from my aunt's side, and we're very affectionate. Perhaps because of this, when she came to visit, my mother naturally let me sleep in the same bed with her at night. On

our first night together, after turning off the lights, my cousin and I lay in bed chatting. Having not seen each other for over half a year, we had so much to talk about. Before we knew it, we saw through the glass in the door that the light in my parents' room was off. For some reason, I suddenly felt bold and whispered in my cousin's ear that I wanted to kiss her, but I didn't specify where. She hesitated for a moment, then agreed. I gently embraced her, slowly moving towards her lips. Even now, I vividly remember the trembling nervousness I felt. Although it wasn't my first time kissing a girl, it still felt strangely exciting and nerve-wracking with my cousin. Finally, our lips met, and I could clearly feel her trembling. I didn't do anything more, just gently sucking on her lips to calm myself down. After about half a minute, I stopped, turned over, and asked my cousin how it felt. She said she was very nervous because it was her first kiss, and she expressed slight displeasure that I had kissed her without explaining things clearly. We chatted casually for a while, and then I got up and kissed her again. This time, I prolonged the kiss and slipped my tongue inside her mouth while she breathed. My cousin stiffened for a moment, but then gradually relaxed. I slowly explored her mouth, and she seemed to want to try a scene from a TV drama, gradually entwining her tongue with mine. This kiss lasted for about two or three minutes before stopping. Afterward,

my cousin seemed to get hooked, taking the initiative to kiss me every now and then, sometimes just a light peck, sometimes a long kiss lasting a minute or two. I was also aroused by her and wanted to try something more intimate. So, I told my cousin I wanted to touch her breasts. Just as I was trying to come up with some reasons to persuade her, she readily agreed, which surprised me a little. Nevertheless, I immediately took action, slowly slipping my hand inside her tank top. My cousin's breasts were small, after all, she was only a middle school student, but it was enough to excite me. Although I had a girlfriend in middle school, it only ever went as far as kissing, because back then I didn't like doing things like touching breasts when there was a possibility of being discovered. Therefore, this touch of my cousin's breasts became my first contact with a girl's developing breasts. I touched her slightly protruding breasts and her budding nipples, listening to her breathing, which grew heavier with nervousness. A thought involuntarily arose in my mind: what if I made love to my cousin someday? But clearly, it wasn't the right time. My cousin was still young, and her parents were at home. If I acted then, perhaps she wouldn't refuse, but if we were discovered, my fate would be predictably tragic.

From that day on, my cousin stayed at my house for five or six days. Every night, we would do some similar "activities," but only with her breasts; there was no deeper contact. However, what happened during those few days laid the foundation for more intimate behavior between my cousin and me in the future.

On my maternal grandparents' side, my cousin is the girl I'm closest to. On my paternal grandparents' side, my closest cousin is my uncle's cousin, Han. Yes, I don't like calling her "cousin," but because I've called her that since I was little, my family has gradually accepted it. Han is two years older than me, making her the closest to me in terms of age among my paternal grandparents' direct blood relatives. So, whenever I go back to my paternal grandparents' house, I always spend the most time with Han. Because my paternal grandparents', uncle's, and aunt's houses are all in remote, underdeveloped rural areas with harsh natural environments, I don't really like, and you could even say I hate, going back to my paternal grandparents' house. Although I know my grandfather misses me dearly, and my family dotes on me, and every time I go back there there's always a variety of chickens, ducks, geese, rabbits, pigs, cows, and sheep to eat, it doesn't change my prejudice against that place. My biggest, and almost only, fondness for that place is that I can see Han every time I go back.

Han isn't very tall; even as an adult, she's only about 1.6 meters, but she's very beautiful, much like Gillian Chung from Twins. When I was little, every time I went back to my grandfather's house, Han and I would always play together, hugging the family cat and searching the yard for a place to play the games that Mommy, Daddy, and the cat played. Looking back now, it all seems so childish, yet so heartwarming. Perhaps it was that childhood sweetheart relationship, that innocent bond between us, that kept Han and me so close, unlike siblings in some families who might dislike each other or even scheme against each other.

My parents both worked at a university, and thanks to this connection, Han was admitted to the same university after graduating high school. When I heard this news, all my unpleasant thoughts vanished, replaced by pure excitement, which even led to a significant improvement in my grades. In the first exam after the start of the semester, I ranked among the top 200 in my grade for the first time. For a student in an ordinary class at the province's top high school with over 1,500 students, this was quite an achievement. My parents were overjoyed and invited Han over for a celebratory and welcoming dinner. After dinner, we chatted for a while, and when we checked the time, it was already 10:30 PM, and the school dorms were closed. My mother suggested that Han stay at my house and sleep with me. Perhaps because we had slept together as children, Han readily agreed. Back in the room, I closed the door and happily hugged Han tightly.

"That's great! Now that you're here, we can see each other more often, instead of only once every two or three years like before!"

"Yeah, otherwise why would I have chosen this place? By the way, you still have the nerve to say we could only see each other once every two or three years? If anything, it's you. Your dad goes back to Grandpa's house every year, why can't you go back with him?"

"Hehe, you know, the conditions back home are really bad. Everything else is okay, but the toilet is a real pain. You have to watch out for pigs crawling behind you when you're pooping. It's really unbearable."

"Pfft! Look at you, 'pigs crawling,' as if you've been crawled by a pig."

"If it hadn't almost come true, how would I have thought of this? If I had been fucked by a pig, I would never have been able to show my face again."

"Haha, okay, okay, stop talking about being a pig. Lie down, it's getting late."

"Okay, let's sleep! Come on!" I said, picking Han up in my arms. Han was startled and cried out, then quickly wrapped her arms around my neck.

"What are you doing? You scared me to death!" Han said, patting my back hard.

"I'm carrying you to bed. What, if you don't like me carrying you, I'll let go."

"You dare! Try letting go! See if I'll talk to you again!"

I smiled, gently kissed Han's cheek, and put her on the bed.

After turning off the lights, we continued chatting as usual. I believe everyone has had this experience: if you're lying next to someone you don't usually sleep with, it's almost impossible not to have a long, engaging conversation. From grades to daily life, from family and friends to future plans, by the time we look at the time, it's almost 1 a.m.

"Oh dear, it's so late, stop talking now, go to sleep, we'll have plenty of time to chat later." With that, Han hugged my arm, closed her eyes, and stopped talking.

"Wait a minute, can you kiss me before you sleep?"

"Listen to me, go to sleep."

"No, I won't let you sleep unless you kiss me."

"Sigh, okay, I can't do anything with you." Han couldn't resist me and gently kissed my cheek.

"No, that's too light, I'm not satisfied." I persisted.

Han opened her eyes and stared at me for about five or six seconds before gently pecking my lips. "How's that? Go to sleep now." With that, Han closed her eyes and went back to sleep, leaving me pounding my heart, blankly unsure what to do or think, my arms trembling.

That night, I don't even know how or when I fell asleep; I only know that when I woke up the next morning it was 9:30 AM, and Han was no longer beside me.

Since Han came, my mother would have her come to my house every Friday night, returning on Sunday. We would sleep together on Friday and Saturday nights. Every time we slept together, she would fall asleep holding my arm; holding hands and hugging were common, and occasional kisses would happen when it was just the two of us at night. As the saying goes, good news makes one feel refreshed, and the arrival of Han truly revitalized my spirits. During that time, I could concentrate on almost every class at school, and the time I used to spend reading novels was replaced by running to the playground to play basketball and exercise. Before, because I had been studying indoors every day before the high school entrance exam, I had developed a habit of staying indoors whenever I had nothing to do, and my weight had been steadily increasing. But because I started playing basketball again, the gradually appearing puffiness returned to my former strength. I knew that my parents must have also noticed the changes in me after Han arrived, and I could only convince them to continue allowing Han to come every week to maintain my good lifestyle by continuing this positive momentum.

During that time, a female classmate I was on good terms with hinted at wanting to date me, but I politely declined. At that point, my heart belonged only to Han. Although we were like siblings, I practically considered her my girlfriend. I liked to tell her everything, whether it was sharing happiness or bearing sadness. Fortunately, my father often came home late due to work, and my mother was always very open-minded about it, or rather, she never thought of my relationship with Han in that way. So we were able to maintain this close relationship without my parents noticing anything amiss.

Our relationship took a further step one weekend in November of that year.

That Friday, both my parents were away on business, but Han still came to my house as usual. We cooked and ate together, then sat on the bed watching TV. Without our parents' constraints, we were both more relaxed than usual. While watching TV, I almost always hugged Han from behind, and she readily accepted my affection. Soon, it was 11 pm. After turning off the lights, we continued chatting. As we talked, I habitually pulled Han into my arms and gently kissed her lips. Usually, when I kiss her, she passively accepts, but today, perhaps because it was just the two of us at home, Han surprisingly hugged me back, which excited me greatly. So I tried to pry open her teeth with my tongue, and as expected, she didn't resist. Instead, she quickly reciprocated with my lips. After kissing for a while, our lips parted, and through the moonlight streaming into the room through the gap in the curtains, I could clearly see that Han's face was flushed, and I guessed I wasn't much better off. I looked at her, and she looked at me, and we were both speechless for a moment. After a while, we kissed again in perfect unison. This time, I tried to go a step further, my hand slowly climbing up her breast through her pajamas. Han's body trembled noticeably, and the hand that was wrapped around my back gripped me tightly, but I didn't sense any resistance from her. After she relaxed, I slipped my hand inside her clothes again. This time, Han slapped my hand, but I didn't stop; instead, I increased the pressure of my kneading.

The force of Han's slaps gradually increased and then decreased, eventually turning from patting into caressing. I felt that Han was different today. I had tried to touch her breasts before, but she had refused. But today, she accepted all my advances without resistance, which excited me. I continued to push the boundaries I had never reached before, slowly unbuttoning Han's pajamas. Han takes off her bra when she sleeps, so after unbuttoning her clothes, her upper body was completely exposed to me. After a few more touches, I moved my mouth to Han's chest and began to feast on it. Han's breathing grew heavier, and her body gradually lowered and flushed. Through her chest, I could clearly feel her heartbeat, which was much faster than usual. Han gripped my hand tightly, panting heavily, her fingers constantly relaxing and tightening with my sucking. Gradually, my mind went blank; I only wanted to explore the body of the girl I loved most.

Soon, I had removed Han's lower body clothing, and my hand covered her pubic area. To my surprise, Han's pubic area was neatly trimmed and felt very clean to the touch, unlike the overgrown pubic hair of women in some adult films. Previously, my cousin was the only girl whose genitals I had touched; Han was the second. Compared to my cousin, Han, now an adult, had a noticeably larger penis, but it was equally taut. My hand kept groping, hoping to find the pearl I had only seen online. During the search, Han's breathing became rapid and shallow, and my hand could gradually feel the moisture emanating from her genitals, which made me even more eager to find it. But haste makes waste; after searching for a long time, I still found nothing. I simply stopped searching deliberately, continuing to caress Han while kissing her again. Clearly, under my caresses, Han had become aroused. Her hands continued to stroke my body, and eventually she simply pulled off my underwear, and we were finally naked together. Han's hands gradually moved towards my lower body, and the moment my penis was grasped, my mind went blank, and I almost ejaculated. I hurriedly tried to use the method I had seen online—inhaling and contracting my anus—and barely managed to stop the urge to ejaculate. I stopped what I was doing with my hands and mouth, and Han sensed my change, stopped what she was doing, and looked at me.

"Is it okay?"

"Can you stop if it's not okay?"

"Probably not."

"Then why did you ask?"

"It's my first time."

"Me too."

"Is it okay if you don't have that?"

"It's fine, come on."

"That's great, get ready, let's get started."

"Okay, be gentle."

I suppressed my urge to explode and slowly moved my penis to the entrance of Han's lower body. After rubbing for a while, Han's garden started to seep water again.

"Hurry up, what are you waiting for?"

"I'm afraid you're too dry down there, and you'll cry out in pain if I go in directly."

"It's okay, no, hurry up."

With Han's permission, I hurriedly aimed at the entrance and squeezed in hard. As I inserted, Han clenched his hands, frowned, and kept moaning. I'd read online that virgins were very tight, but I didn't believe it until I experienced it myself. Perhaps because Han was nervous, her vagina kept contracting, causing me pain each time. After much effort, I finally managed to insert it completely, but strangely, I didn't feel the legendary hymen blocking my way.

"I don't know what's going on, but this is truly my first time," Han explained, seemingly noticing my confusion. "

It's okay, I know many women accidentally break their hymen during their first time, so there's no bleeding." "

That's good. I feel much better now. Try moving around a bit."

I quickly leaned over Han and was about to try thrusting when Han let out a soft moan.

"Ouch, that hurts! Wait, you're pressing on my hair."

"Ah, are you alright? I didn't see, don't blame me." I kissed Han's forehead to apologize.

"You're so clumsy, don't you watch where you're going?" Han kissed me back, tidied her hair, and then hugged me, saying, "Let's move now, slowly."

So, I tried to slowly thrust in and out. For the first few dozen thrusts, Han frowned, looking somewhat pained, and I patiently continued to move slowly, kissing her as I tried to get her into the mood as quickly as possible. Come to think of it, perhaps because of the slow pace, even though it was my first time, I managed to hold back my urge for seven or eight minutes without ejaculating. After a while, I felt Han's body gradually relax. Not only were her hands and feet no longer tense, but her lower body was also no longer as tight as before. My thrusting no longer felt like climbing mountains with each stroke. So, I gradually increased the frequency of my movements. Han stopped crying out in pain and began to breathe heavily, just like during my previous caresses, occasionally punctuated by a moan. Gradually, my thrusting rate increased to about two strokes per second. Han was constantly moaning softly, and I was nearing my climax.

"I'm almost there!"

"Mmm! Just... just come in."

Suddenly, I felt a tremor run through my back, and my semen gushed out. I could feel that this ejaculation was incomparable to anything I had done with my hand before; it was incredibly pleasurable. Each ejaculation was accompanied by a soft moan from Han, until I released the last spurt. I collapsed onto Han, and we lay there quietly for a while.

"Han."

"What's wrong?"

"I love you so much."

"Me too, I love myself too~"

"Hmm? You're teasing me? You're itching for a beating, aren't you?" As I spoke, I reached under Han's armpit and started tickling her, making her beg for mercy.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, stop it."

"Okay, then tell me, will you dare tease me again?"

"No."

"Then do you love me?"

"Yes."

"What does 'yes' mean? I want to hear you say it."

"I love you."

"Say it all."

Han looked at me, then didn't say anything more, instead kissing me directly, only separating after a long time.

"Is that enough now? You really are something."

I turned her around, placing Han on top of me. I didn't plan to do it again, just quietly holding her, enjoying this moment of happiness and warmth. Gradually, we both fell asleep in this peaceful atmosphere, and slept until the next morning. Sure enough, I woke up before Han. Sometime during the night, Han's body slid to my side, with only one leg and arm still draped over me. And what surprised me most was that our lower bodies were still barely connected. Stroking Han's smooth body, my desire and lower body gradually rose, and perhaps the increasing swelling in my lower body woke Han up as well.

"What's wrong? It's so early in the morning, stop fooling around, we can talk about it tonight." Han hit me, seemingly still wanting to sleep.

"Look at the clock, it's already ten o'clock, aren't you getting up?" I said, patting Han's cheek.

"Huh? Really? It's so late, we should be getting ready for lunch." Han hurriedly got up and started getting dressed. Inadvertently, Han bumped into my still erect penis, blushed, and said, "Sorry, let me rest during the day, I'll be with you tonight."

"Okay, you decide."

I also got up and started getting dressed, foreseeing that this would be another wonderful day.

Ever since that time with Han, we maintained this relationship for a long time. In front of our family, we remained just very close siblings, but when we were alone, it was a completely different story. After that day, we had two more instances where my parents were both away from home: once when we went to my maternal grandmother's house for a few days during a holiday, and another time when my father was away on a business trip and my mother was traveling with her work unit. Naturally, we didn't miss these two opportunities and had a "three hundred rounds" of lovemaking at my house. When we didn't have these opportunities, we would go to a hotel in a more distant area once or twice a month to ease our longing for each other. Regarding our future relationship, at least up to that point, we both tacitly avoided mentioning this sensitive topic. Because of Han, Yan and my cousin both had boyfriends, so I remained single and had no interest in other girls, not even one close female classmate. Most of the time, I focused on playing basketball at school. While my grades weren't as good as the top players in the competitive class, they were consistently between 200 and 500th place, a relatively stable performance that made my parents quite satisfied.

Before I knew it, it was the second semester of my senior year, and I was about to face the daunting prospect of the college entrance exam. I thought the next six months would fly by in a blur of busy, tedious studying, but to my utter surprise, something happened not long after the semester started that drastically changed my relationship with Yan.

That night, it was already 11 p.m., and I was in bed getting ready to sleep when I suddenly received a text message from Yan. She told me that she and her boyfriend Jiang had argued a few days ago, and although she wanted to reconcile, Jiang didn't intend to stay with her. Now she didn't know what to do. To be honest, I didn't know how to comfort her because I had no experience with these kinds of situations. My girlfriend from junior high and I had a peaceful relationship and a peaceful breakup; even if we argued, we'd make up by evening, and nothing like this ever happened. I just lay in bed texting Yan, constantly trying to persuade her to calm down. Previously, because of my relationship with Yan, I had met Jiang and we got along quite well. Jiang is a very loyal person and treats Yan very well, but he has a rather short temper. Such a person might calm down quickly when angry, but if he's been holding back for a long time, once he explodes, it's almost irreparable. At that time, I thought there was almost no chance for them to reconcile, or rather, almost no chance for Jiang to agree to reconcile with Yan again. I told Yan everything I thought, and then a while passed without me receiving any more texts from her. Just as I was getting anxious and about to call her, Yan texted: "I'm going to his house to have a serious talk with him. Wish me luck."

I was stunned for a moment, not expecting Yan to make such a decision.

"Don't be silly. With his temper, it's pointless for you to spend an hour or two in the cold."

"At least I'll try. Don't worry about me."

But I couldn't help but care about her. Yan's parents rented a place in a far-off area because of their work, so they let her stay at their home near the school for Yan's convenience. Fortunately, Yan has always been a relatively independent girl, so living alone wasn't too difficult for her. But I couldn't help but worry about a girl leaving home alone at midnight. Luckily, I had visited Jiang's home with some friends who grew up with Yan and me before, so I knew his address. After thinking for a while, I made a decision. I got dressed, left a note for my parents, telling them that Yan and her boyfriend were having some trouble, and that I was going to check on her, asking them not to tell Yan's parents. Given our relationship, I believe my parents will understand my actions after seeing this.

Stepping outside, I noticed an unusual light snowfall, a thin layer of snow already covering the ground. I took a taxi straight to Jiang's house. Along the way, Yan, who had already arrived, was still texting me, one of which was a very firm rejection from Jiang. Through the phone screen, I could almost imagine Yan's helpless, even desperate, expression downstairs at Jiang's house.

Because it was the middle of the night, there weren't many cars on the road, and I arrived at my destination in just over ten minutes. I hurried towards Jiang's house, and from a distance, I could see Yan crouching downstairs, hugging her shoulders, seemingly lost in thought. I hesitated for a long time between going and not going, but finally decided to let her have some time to calm down before meeting her and taking her home.

I had just walked to a corner when I received a call from Jiang.

"Hey, Yun-ge? It's me."

"I know, why are you calling me at this time?"

"Did you know that Yan and I broke up?"

"I only know you two had a fight. What, is it impossible for you to

get back together?" "It's impossible. She and I are just not compatible. Even if we got back together, we'd argue more than we'd be happy."

"Okay, that's between you and her, I won't comment."

"She's downstairs at my place right now. Can you come and take her home? It's the middle of the night, it's not safe for her to go home alone."

"Aren't you still concerned about her?"

"It's just out of basic human nature."

"I'm downstairs at your place right now. I'll take her home once she calms down."

My words seemed to make Jiang pause for a moment, and after a few seconds, he continued, "No wonder she always said how good you were to her, now I've really seen it for myself."

"It's alright. If it weren't so late, I might not have come."

"Brother Yun, don't blame me."

"What's there to blame? If it's not right, just break up. It's not a divorce, and it's not because you did anything to wrong her. Besides, we're still young. It won't hurt us to experience more."

"That's good. Then I'll leave her in your care."

About twenty minutes later, I saw Yan stand up, seemingly preparing to go back. Just as I was about to catch up, Yan's text message came through: "Looks like we're really over. He's too ruthless."

"Are you okay now?"

"I'm not going to die."

I texted her as I walked towards her. As I walked, I received a call from Yan.

"Hey, what's wrong? Why aren't you texting or calling?"

"There's someone following me, and I'm a little scared. Don't be surprised if I say anything," Yan said as she ran off.

I couldn't help but laugh a little, but thinking about it, any girl would be scared to be out alone at night with someone following her.

"Stop running, look back."

"Huh? What did you say?"

"I said stop running and look behind you for yourself."

Yan stopped running, turned around, and saw me walking towards her with my phone in hand. I walked up to her, brushed a few snowflakes from her head, and said, "So, are you giving up now? I told you, if you came, it would only mean you'd be freezing outside for a while, nothing more."

Yan stared at me for a moment, then suddenly threw herself into my arms and burst into tears. All I could do was hold her and pat her back, hoping she would calm down quickly. Yan cried for a while before calming down. I wanted to say something, but Yan's lips suddenly sealed my words. I froze, completely stunned. I hadn't expected Yan to do something like this. Since we were old enough to understand, although we had held hands and hugged before, it was always out of friendship and sibling affection. I had never even considered kissing like this. I hesitated whether to push her away, but after thinking about it carefully, I realized that she was at her most vulnerable right now and needed a hug and care. If I did that again, I really didn't know how she would feel. So, I steeled myself, hugged her back, and kissed her in return.

After about a minute, Yan seemed a little out of breath and finally let go of me.

"Brother, I didn't expect you to come."

"If I didn't come, would I have let you stand outside freezing and crying?"

"You really are the one who loves me the most, my brother is the best."

"Who told you to be my sister, of course I have to love you. Besides, I took so many advantage of you when we were little, I can't just take it all for nothing, right?" For some reason, a scene of Yan and I touching each other in kindergarten suddenly flashed into my mind.

"What are you saying, you're so naughty." Yan was a little embarrassed, buried her head in my chest, and kept hitting me. We hugged like that for a while, and I looked at my watch, it was already past 1 a.m. Luckily, the next day was Sunday, and there were no classes, otherwise I would probably have fallen asleep when it was time for class.

"Yan, it's late, let me take you home."

"Are you busy tomorrow?"

"No, why?"

"Would you like to come home and have a drink with me?"

"Are you sure? I don't remember you being a heavy drinker."

"Yes, I really want to drink."

"Okay, but it's so late, where are you going to buy alcohol?"

"I have some at home, I'll buy it tonight."

"Okay, then let's go to your place."

We were lucky; just as we reached the street, a taxi happened to pass by. The driver, quite gossipy, asked about our relationship. I told him we were like siblings, visiting a friend over the weekend, and he didn't ask any more questions.

When we arrived at Yan's house, I immediately saw a bag of canned beer on the table. It seemed she had planned to drink heavily tonight, only now I was there too. Yan pulled me to sit at the table, opened a can of beer for me, and one for herself, then started chugging it down. Seeing her like this, I didn't want to stop her. After she finished her big gulp, I asked, "Don't you know you should eat something while drinking?"

"I don't want to eat, I just want to drink."

"Okay, since I'm free tomorrow anyway, I'll drink with you." I knew that in her current state, I wouldn't listen to any advice, so I might as well let her get drunk and maybe she'd feel better when she sobered up. Besides, with the college entrance exam approaching, I was under a lot of academic pressure. Han hadn't come to my house since school started, so this was a good opportunity to relax.

So, Yan and I drank can after can. I usually have a low alcohol tolerance; I can only manage six or seven bottles of beer at most. Yan, on the other hand, gets flushed and tipsy after just two or three bottles. The saying "women are born with a natural capacity for alcohol" doesn't seem to apply to her. This time, Yan bought twenty cans in total, and I even suspect she carried them all home herself. So, the two of us, both preoccupied with our own thoughts, did nothing but drink. I don't know when, but I lost consciousness, though I vaguely felt someone pull me to bed. I

don't know how long I slept, but I was awakened by sunlight streaming through the gaps in the curtains. I rubbed my eyes and suddenly realized someone was lying on my shoulder. Looking closer, I saw it was Yan, completely naked, leaning against me, one hand on my chest. Looking at Yan's still somewhat disheveled lower body, I was completely bewildered. I had no idea how all of this had happened last night. I stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought, until Yan beside me woke up.

"Brother, what are you thinking about?"

"What happened? I don't remember anything after I drank it."

Yan sat up, smiled, her lips pursed, looking both charming and cunning.

"Last night I suddenly wanted to do 'that' with you, and you were a bit drunk, so you didn't refuse, and that's how it happened."

"You're really bold." "

You were so nice to me last night, I had to do something to show my gratitude. Anyway, you're familiar with my whole body except for the last step, so I'm willing to do it with you. What, do you think what I did wasn't enough?"

"No, it's not that. I'm not exactly a saint either. You offered yourself, so of course I didn't refuse." I said, while touching Yan's smooth body.

"Hmph, I knew you weren't a good person." Yan pouted, hit me, and then laughed as she lay back on my shoulder.

"What a pity, such a beautiful girl, and I have absolutely no memory of what I did last night. It's like Pigsy eating ginseng fruit!"

"What? Want more?" Yan's face revealed a teasing smile, her hand sliding towards my genitals.

"What the hell?! I haven't even touched you yet, and you're already taking the initiative?" I said, flipping Yan over and pinning her beneath me, forcefully kissing her lips. Yan seemed to enjoy being dominated; as I touched her breasts and garden, her hands hooked around my neck. I kept kissing her lips, her neck, her breasts; Yan seemed somewhat lost in passion, kissing my face haphazardly. Gradually, I could feel Yan's genitals becoming wet, and my penis grew harder and harder. I felt the time was right, so I grasped Yan's lower body, rubbed it a few times, and then thrust in.

"Ah!" Yan let out a moan that was both painful and pleasurable.

"How is it? Are you getting used to it?" I stopped moving, afraid of hurting her.

"It's alright, much better than when you first came in yesterday. When I touched your thing when you were little, it felt like a little worm. I didn't expect it to grow so big now, it looks like it's going to eat you up."

"What, was I rough yesterday?"

"Nonsense, you were drunk, how could you know what gentleness and tenderness are?"

"If you hadn't dragged me to bed, I wouldn't have forced myself on you."

"What do you mean I dragged you to bed? You

're so annoying, you can't say anything nice." "Ha, I not only can't say anything nice, I can't even eat people without spitting out the bones." Saying that, I started thrusting on Yan's body. Perhaps because we were already in the mood, my thrusting speed was particularly fast, and Yan's body seemed very sensitive, she held me and kept moaning, and soon she came a little.

"Ah...ah...brother, you're amazing! I've never had such a good time with him!"

"Ha! Ha! I like it when you praise me, but let's not talk about anyone else when we're doing it."

"Okay, fine, I'm yours today, you can do whatever you want with me."

"I just want you to let loose, to have some real pleasure."

"Ah, I feel so good! I feel so good, I feel so...so good! Brother, you're so good!"

"I can take care of you, help you with your studies, ha! And let you vent and satisfy yourself when you're feeling down, am I some kind of all-around brother?!"

"Ah...yes...you're the best brother...I love you! Ah!"

"Good girl, I love you too!"

"Brother, faster, I'm...I'm coming!"

"I'm almost there too! Whew! Should I ejaculate outside or inside?"

"Ah! Inside...ah! Inside! It's okay for the next few days! Shoot it in! Brother! Shoot it all in, I want you! I want you! I...ah!ah!!" With my last few dozen violent thrusts, Yan climaxed with a scream. Overwhelmed by her love juices, I couldn't hold back any longer, and my semen gushed out, all of it pouring into Yan's flower garden.

We hugged each other, catching our breath for a while, finally coming to our senses. Yan touched my face, her eyes filled with deep love, and I kissed her from time to time, telling her my feelings.

"Bro, will you be my girlfriend?"

"Girlfriend?"

"Yeah, looking at you now, you're still the best to me, and I like you the most."

"Aren't you my girlfriend now? We've been dating for over ten years, haven't we?"

"Always saying nice things, annoying."

"But let me make this clear beforehand, I think you're feeling this way because you have no one to rely on right now, and I'm here for you. If you meet a guy you like in the future, feel free to date him, it's okay. Whether you're my girlfriend or my little sister, I'll treat you well."

"Maybe, I know it might be impulsive, but at least right now, I really love you."

"Me too."

"Hey, by the way, this doesn't seem like your first time. You're quite skilled. Didn't you have a girlfriend in middle school? And I haven't heard of you having one in high school either."

Yan's question caught me off guard. I didn't know how to answer. So far, I've only had this kind of relationship with Han and Yan, but I have no idea whether Yan can accept what Han and I did. After all, boys and girls think differently. If a boy heard about this, he might simply think it's impressive or feel a little envious; but what would a girl think? Would she think I'm a pervert or an incestuous man? I have no idea.

"What's wrong? Is it hard to say?"

"I'm afraid you'll look down on me if I tell you."

"How could that be? Did you go out and find a prostitute?"

"No." "

A hookup?"

"No."

"A...friends with benefits?"

"No."

"Then what is it? Stop beating around the bush. I promise I won't have a problem with you, and I won't tell anyone. Are you at ease now?"

"Okay. It's...it's...it's with my...my sister."

"Ah?! Your sister?"

"Yes, my cousin from my uncle's side. You've met her at my house before." "

Is it...Sister Han?"

"Yes."

"No wonder you're so close to her. So that's why." Yan chuckled, as if she had finally caught me red-handed.

"Don't laugh like that, you look like a weirdo."

"You're the weirdo, you're trying to trick this little loli into willingly being eaten by you."

"You, a loli?" I grabbed Yan's chest. "Feel it yourself, is this what a loli should have? Don't you even know your own size?" In return, I got a soft moan from Yan and a pair of eye rolls.

"Right, right, don't change the subject. How did you and Han Jie get together? She's so beautiful, how could she willingly be with you?"

"Let's not talk about that. Don't you think our relationship... is a little... a little incestuous?"

"So what? In ancient times, many full siblings married. Besides, you two aren't going to get married and have kids. Anyway, I don't see any problem. I've always called you 'brother,' and you still slept with me, didn't you?"

"Haha, you're right. Come on, let's take a shower. You're all sweaty." Before Yan could answer, I scooped her into my arms.

"Come on, let me try a princess carry too." With that, amidst Yan's soft complaints and gentle playful punches, I walked into the bathroom.

We turned on the shower and stood under the water, washing each other and occasionally kissing. After a while, naturally, we both felt desire again. Yan knelt down and took my penis into her mouth, which made me shudder with pleasure. To be honest, Han doesn't always give me oral sex, and I don't want to force her; I just let her do what she feels like. Although we've been together for over a year, it wasn't until last year, after we'd been together for a year, that I experienced her service for the first time. Yan's sudden thrust almost made me ejaculate, and I quickly held my breath and calmed myself down to stop. Yan's technique wasn't very skilled; she just kept swallowing and spitting out my penis without any other provocative movements, but that was enough to excite me. I stroked Yan's hair, enjoying her service, feeling an indescribable satisfaction.

Gradually, I noticed that Yan's movements slowed down considerably; she seemed tired. I helped her up and placed her on the edge of the bathtub, moving my mouth to her genitals.

"Ah, what are you doing?"

"You've given me oral sex, so I have to lick you too. Come on, spread your legs."

Yan covered her face shyly with her hands, but her legs obediently spread apart.

I started by gently licking around the base of her thighs, then gliding my tongue in circles around the perimeter of her vulva. Yan's skin there seemed very sensitive; every time I touched her, it elicited a soft moan. I moved around for about four or five minutes before shifting my focus to the most important area. I had barely touched the entrance of Yan's vagina with my tongue when she convulsed, startling me.

"What, so sensitive? Is this the first time a guy has licked your genitals?"

Yan nodded, blushing.

"Alright, then, I'll make sure you feel good today."

Before, whenever I did it with Han, I would often give her oral sex for a while. After all, women get into the mood more slowly than men. Moreover, I always believed that I got the better deal in our relationship, so I did it willingly. I was quite surprised that Yan had never been licked down there before, but in a way, I was taking her first time in a unique way. Soon, Yan was gushing with pleasure from my touch. Every time my tongue rolled, licked, or thrust, a few drops of nectar would spray from Yan's garden. At this point, Yan couldn't speak. She just clamped her legs tightly around my back, her whole body tense, her face flushed red. Perhaps because it was her first time being licked and she wasn't used to it, with one forceful suck on her clitoris, a gush of intense fluid shot out from Yan's flower garden. Before I could react, a second, a third, and a fourth followed in quick succession, the continuous impact even making my mouth a little numb. I was both surprised and delighted. Surprised because this was the first time I had ever witnessed something that looked like "squirt"; delighted because I had actually given Yan such an experience, which made me very proud. At this moment, I remembered to check on Yan's reaction: she was sitting limply, staring blankly at the ceiling, her mouth wide open, panting heavily, and it took her a long time to calm down. I got into the bathtub and held her in my arms.

"How is it? Comfortable?"

"Mmm, I've never felt so good before, thank you, bro."

"You've given me your body, so I have to make sure you have a good time, right?"

Yan rested her head on my shoulder, her hand sliding down.

"What are you going to do? You're still hard, let me help you too."

"Oh! You're back to normal, aren't you, girl? Now that you're back to normal, let's get to the main course." I pulled Yan onto my lap and, with the lubrication of her love juice, thrust in.

"Ah! What are you doing? You didn't even warn me." Yan, caught off guard, couldn't help but pout.

"Whether you remind me or not, I'm going to take you in anyway, right? Stop with the useless talk, just tell me if you like it or not."

"Yeah, I like it."

"Then get ready, I'm going to start." I picked up Yan's waist and started thrusting up and down. Yan wrapped her arms around my neck, enjoying my thrusts. The bathroom was filled with the scent of spring...

Time flies. In the blink of an eye, my cousin, who is two years younger than me, has already taken the college entrance exam, while I, who am about to be a junior in college, am preparing for the many things to do as an exchange student in another city. In these two years, I was admitted to the best university in the city, which is also ranked very high in the country; Yan was admitted to a university in Jiangnan and got a new boyfriend in her sophomore year; Han graduated with a bachelor's degree and found a job with a decent income in a company of a certain size in the city. But what hasn't changed is that the two of them have never broken off their relationship with me. Needless to say, during my first year of university, we both had relatively more free time, so we spent a lot more time together. Even in her second year, when she was very busy with graduation and internships, we still managed to meet up once or twice a month. Moreover, since starting work, Han rented an apartment near her workplace, which meant we didn't have to go to hotels every time. Whenever Yan came home for vacation, she would ask me to go out, and we'd also get a hotel room for some fun. In fact, during our first winter break, we even went on a trip together. Five or six consecutive years of living together meant we left countless offspring in hotel beds. After she got a new boyfriend, I thought our relationship was over, but when she came back for vacation, she still asked me to go out and sleep with her several times, just like the previous year. I couldn't help but ask her why she did this, and she answered, "She and I are just dating now, not husband and wife. Besides, even if I get married, you'll still be the most important person in my heart, and I'll still look for you, unless you stop me from looking for you."

These words moved me deeply, and that night I poured all my energy into her. As for her boyfriend, I didn't want to interfere, nor could I. I could only apologize to this guy, after all, I started dating Yan eighteen years earlier than him.

As for my cousin, she got into a university in a coastal city in our province. Although it wasn't a prestigious university, compared to her usual average grades, it was enough to make her family happy. After submitting her application, my cousin suggested coming to my house to visit. Since there wasn't anything else to do, my uncle and aunt didn't stop her and let her come on her own. However, after my cousin arrived, I didn't have the chance to sleep in the same bed with her. The reason was simple: my father was sent abroad by his work unit and might not even be able to come back for the New Year. The original double bed was half empty, and since my cousin was here, she naturally had to sleep with my mother. The first week with my cousin passed uneventfully.

The second week, we suddenly received news that my maternal grandparents were coming to our house, which made me very happy. Because the double bed in my parents' room was large enough for three people to lie down, and these three people would most likely be my mother and my maternal grandparents, then naturally, my cousin would come to my bed and sleep with me. Thinking of this, I was so happy I almost grinned from ear to ear. Yan was studying in another city, and Han had been sent by her work unit to help out at a new store in a neighboring province, and had been gone for over a month. In other words, I hadn't had any sex for dozens of days, and suddenly my cousin was sleeping with me again. Even if we couldn't do anything real, a little release of energy shouldn't be a problem. Because before, when I went back to my maternal grandparents' house for Chinese New Year, I had the opportunity to be closer to my cousin. That night, since my uncle and aunt were away on business, and only my cousin was home, I "dutifully" went to her house to sleep with her. That night, my cousin gave me her first oral sex. I didn't try to go all the way and take her virginity; instead, we agreed that after she had her first time with her boyfriend and was no longer a virgin, we would do it together again. I don't know if she's still a virgin now, but if I just let her use her mouth to relieve me, I don't think there will be any problems.

The day my grandparents came, I stayed up all night watching the game and wasn't woken up by my cousin until the afternoon. Because it was summer, we were both dressed lightly. I slept in just my underwear, while my cousin wore a loose pink pajama set. Chatting with my cousin cheek-to-cheek quickly aroused me. Taking advantage of an opportunity, I suddenly kissed her on the lips. She was startled for a moment, but didn't seem upset; instead, she returned the kiss. Overjoyed, I pulled her into my arms and kissed her passionately. At first, she was a little reserved, but soon she stopped worrying and hugged me back. We kissed for about a minute before finally separating. Just as I was about to do it again, my cousin stopped me.

"Don't do it now. They might be back at any time, and it might be bad if you react too quickly. If you want to do something, we can do it tonight, okay?"

"Oh? Anything tonight?"

"Just don't make too much noise." "

Hmm, it seems like I'm the one who won't lose out no matter what. Okay, I'll let you off the hook for now." After saying that, I kissed my cousin's lips hard again before letting her go.

That night, as I had expected, my mother, my grandparents, and I slept in the big bed in my mother's bedroom, while my cousin and I slept in the bed in my bedroom. Grandma was initially hesitant, wondering if it was appropriate for an adult couple to sleep in the same bed. I was a little nervous, but my mother convinced me by saying that Han and I often slept together, and that there was nothing wrong with siblings sleeping together. At that moment, all I wanted to do was sing "Only Mother is Good in the World."

After nightfall, once all the lights outside were off, I grabbed my little lamb and started to devour her. My cousin, without any inhibitions, readily reciprocated. I moved from her mouth to her chest, and then to the final barrier, slowly touching her. My cousin was clearly inexperienced, passively accepting my caresses before finally remembering to grasp my member in return. My cousin's breasts are small, only an A cup. Compared to Han or Yan, they're significantly smaller, but for me now, an A is enough. After all, having some is better than nothing. We caressed each other for a while, then I asked my cousin to give me oral sex, which she readily agreed to. While I was probing her vulva, I chatted with her: "How's it going? Are you still seeing your boyfriend?"

"I guess we broke up. He got into a school in Guangzhou, which is too far from mine, so it was a peaceful breakup."

"Did you sleep with him?"

"Yeah, I was under a lot of pressure before the exam, and he brought it up, so I didn't object and just gave in."

"Does that mean I can... um?"

"Yeah, that's right, we agreed before, I haven't forgotten."

"When can we...? Give me a time."

"If you can come shopping with me tomorrow, I'll say yes."

"You mean after shopping, we'll find a place to get a room?"

"Yeah, there are too many adults at home, there's no way we'll have time. If you want, that's the only way."

I didn't expect my cousin to agree so readily, and I felt a surge of excitement; I was already feeling the urge to ejaculate.

"Um, can I ejaculate in your mouth?"

"Yeah, go ahead. You've already given it all to me. I need to brush my teeth later anyway, so just ejaculate if you want." My cousin said, speeding up her swallowing. I couldn't hold back my urge to ejaculate any longer, and soon, with a long sigh, I ejaculated in my cousin's mouth. My cousin seemed startled by my ejaculation. She gaggled and then coughed a few times, coughing up a lot of semen onto my legs.

"Are you okay?"

"You're so annoying! You should have told me before you ejaculated. You startled me. I wasn't prepared at all."

My cousin wiped her mouth, then got out of bed to brush her teeth. When she came back, she told me she was going shopping the next day and that I should get some rest. I didn't continue with her, and we both fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, my cousin and I went shopping together as planned. Speaking of which, a woman's stamina while shopping is truly astonishing, even frightening, for men. My cousin, who usually seems quite delicate, has far more stamina for shopping than I, someone who participates in sports meets every year. My cousin seemed to sense my anxiety and impatience, so she said teasingly, "Don't be upset. You can do whatever you want later, okay?"

"You said it yourself, don't go back to making things difficult once we're inside."

"Okay, I said it. A dog that doesn't keep its word is a dog."

Having received my cousin's promise, I perked up again.

Finally, after shopping for five or six hours, my cousin said she had enough and was ready for me to do as I pleased. So, I took her to a reasonably nice budget hotel, ready to reclaim my rightful "reward."

As soon as we entered the room, I drew the curtains and eagerly pinned my cousin against the wall, kissing her passionately while undressing us both. She cooperated, letting me peel off her clothes piece by piece. Soon, we were both naked. Just as I was about to proceed, my cousin stopped me, saying, "We've been walking all day, we're all sweaty, let's take a shower first."

"Okay, sure, you can't run away anyway."

I went into the bathroom, and when the water was warm enough, I went out and pulled my cousin in as well.

Standing under the showerhead, I kissed my cousin's entire body while slowly running my fingers around her vulva, sometimes sliding them back and forth at the entrance, sometimes thrusting them in and out, quickly eliciting soft moans from her. Seeing the time was right, I lowered myself slightly, found the right spot, and thrust in. My cousin, already quite aroused, only let out a soft moan before tightly embracing my neck. I lifted one of her legs and wrapped it around my waist, then began to thrust vigorously. Ever since I took my cousin's first kiss, I'd noticed that whenever we were intimate, she preferred me to be a little rougher, even a little violent. I'd asked her why, and she'd told me she thought it was more passionate. So, naturally, I couldn't "disapprove" my cousin's expectations; the roughest penetration was probably her favorite method.

As it turned out, my choice was right. With my vigorous piston-like movements, my cousin moaned repeatedly, her face becoming increasingly flushed, and her limbs gripping me tighter and tighter. Gradually, my cousin began to lose her balance, swaying uncontrollably. Seeing this, I pushed her against the wall to help her maintain her balance. My cousin's moans grew louder, and I couldn't resist teasing her.

"How is it? Is it comfortable?"

"Mmm...comfortable..."

"Do you like it?"

"I...I...I like it..."

"Will you let me on top again?"

"Yes...yes!" "

Will you take the initiative?"

"No...no..."

"Hmm?" Seeing this, I hugged my cousin's waist tightly and thrust hard with all my might, making my cousin beg for mercy repeatedly.

"Ah...ah...I'll take the initiative...take the initiative..."

I smiled with satisfaction, then slowed down again, letting her continue to enjoy my thrusting. During this time, I changed positions a few more times, hoping to last longer. Finally, I managed to hold on until my cousin reached her climax. I couldn't tell who ejaculated first; I only remember both of us reaching our peak together amidst the sound of water, one moaning loudly and the other growling softly. I sat down on the floor with my cousin in my arms, letting the water rush down over our heads.

"Honey, was it good?"

"Don't ask me, I don't want to talk," my cousin murmured softly, her head resting against my chest, looking very weak. Seeing this, I didn't force her anything further, just sat with her to recover my strength. To be honest, I didn't have much experience with standing sex before, and whether with Han or Yan, they were both very good at coordinating my movements. So, relatively speaking, this time with my inexperienced cousin, standing sex was incredibly physically demanding. It took me a good four or five minutes to recover most of my strength. I dried my cousin off and carried her to bed. I was thinking of getting ready to continue, but I found she had already fallen asleep, exhausted. I smiled helplessly and had no choice but to give up. While she slept, I scrolled through WeChat and Weibo.

She slept for almost two hours before finally waking up. I patted her bottom and said, "Have you slept enough? If you don't get up soon, it'll be dark."

"It's all your fault! Why did you have to use so much force? This is only the second time!"

"Don't you always like me to be a little rougher and harder on you? Besides, you didn't seem unhappy when I used that much force just now.

" "You've confused me so much, I can't even tell what you're saying anymore..."

"Ha, so to put it another way, you still enjoyed it, didn't you?"

"You're just making excuses." My cousin said, pinching my arm as she spoke.

After that, my cousin stayed at my house for another half month, during which time we went out together twice. Although I always won, my cousin persisted for longer and longer periods, which made me more satisfied and also amazed by her adaptability.

However, to be honest, this is, at least so far, the first and only time my cousin and I have been together. A few months after my cousin started university, she found a boyfriend. And because we rarely stayed in the same city, and opportunities were scarce, I stopped thinking about getting back together with her. But our sibling relationship remains very good. Maybe one day, my cousin and I will rekindle our romance, but that's a matter for the future.

After starting my junior year, as mentioned before, I went to another school as a one-year exchange student, along with several classmates. For the first while, everything was normal. Like a freshman, I followed upperclassmen and classmates to familiarize myself with the school, complete registration procedures, and make new friends and teachers. Just as my life was beginning to settle into a new routine, I received news I desperately wanted to hear: Han had a boyfriend.

My mother told me this. I had seen some hints of it on WeChat Moments before, but Han had always denied it when I asked. This time, I saw on Moments that he had bought her a ring, so I asked my mother and learned that Han did indeed have a boyfriend. For the first few days after finding out, I was completely listless and had no interest in anything. Whether it was going to class, playing sports, or playing computer games, I felt like a machine. When friends asked what was wrong, I could only make up excuses like feeling unwell or lacking energy.

I didn't call or text Han because I didn't know what to say. I thought that not mentioning these things to her anymore might be the best choice. She was about to start her new life, and I had to learn to face life without Han. Yes, since Han came to this university, we've spent four years together like a couple. In my heart, she was almost never just an older sister to me, but my girlfriend. Even though Yan and I were nominally boyfriend and girlfriend for a semester, our actual relationship was no different from that of siblings. Sometimes, I even felt that our "relationship" felt a bit like children playing house. Our relationship could perhaps be described as peculiar: we have no blood relation, our families like each other very much, but neither of us seems to have any intention of marrying the other. Yan is very good to me, and I love her very much, but in my heart, she's more like a younger sister—except in bed. In comparison, my relationship with Han, or rather, my feelings for Han, are far more complex. Although we agreed beforehand that our relationship wouldn't prevent us from finding boyfriends or girlfriends. I understand that Han will never truly belong to me; she will eventually have her own husband. The unbreakable blood ties destined us to be unable to grow old together. I had considered the possibility of Han having a boyfriend before, and was somewhat prepared, but when this day actually arrived, I still felt incredibly sad.

Afterwards, Han brought her boyfriend home, and they had dinner with my parents, her parents, and other family members. Most people were quite satisfied with this man—handsome, articulate, well-mannered, and with a good job. Only my mother seemed a little suspicious. He had previously said he was single and hadn't been in a relationship for some time, but according to Han, his home was impeccably organized, not at all like the home of a single man. My mother had mentioned this during a phone call, but I wasn't paying much attention because I was going through a difficult time.

Soon, my close classmates and friends learned about my unusual behavior. Although they couldn't figure out what was wrong, they tried to cheer me up. Around this time, it happened to be my birthday, and my roommates, along with the exchange student, organized a small birthday party for me, which helped me recover quite a bit. I'm very grateful to these friends; as I get older, I have fewer and fewer close friends. Receiving so much care in a new environment made me feel very warm.

One morning, I didn't have class and was sitting in front of my computer reading the news. Suddenly, my phone rang; it was Han calling.

"Hey."

"Yun, are you alright?"

"Yeah."

"I... I didn't mean to not tell you."

"I know."

"..." Han was silent for a moment.

"Is he good to you?"

"Yeah, he's very good to me."

"That's enough."

"I'm sorry, Yun, I..."

"It's nothing to be sorry about. Didn't we agree before that we wouldn't interfere with each other finding boyfriends/girlfriends? If you get tired of it, then we'll end this relationship, and we'll still be siblings. Look at me, didn't I date Yan before?"

"That's different! You and Yan aren't going to get married." Han's voice suddenly rose, seemingly a little agitated.

"Okay, okay, I'm really fine."

"I don't believe you. Even now that I have him, I still think about you sometimes. I don't believe you're completely okay."

"Sister."

Just one word, yet it made both of them fall silent.

I can't remember the last time I called her "sister." Maybe it was the first time I met her, and my elders made me call her that; maybe it was when I was little, and my parents forced me to call her by her name. But for both of us, it's probably the first time we've both uttered that word to her willingly.

"Sister, we both understand that you and I can't get married. This day was bound to come sooner or later; the only difference was whether you found someone first or I did. Now, things are basically a done deal for you. Everyone at home says it's okay, right? Even if I have something else to do, I have to go. Besides, I'm really much better now." After saying this, I closed my eyes, and tears silently streamed down my face. I really love Han, but I can't hold her back. I can't let her have to think about me when she finds happiness.

"Then I'll believe you. Promise me you'll take care of yourself." Han's voice trembled with tears.

"Yes, I will."

"Yun."

"What's wrong?"

"You have to believe me too. I really loved you, no less than you loved me."

"Yes, I believe you, I really believe you."

"Then, I'll hang up."

"Hang up, goodbye."

The dial tone seemed to completely block the path between us, reminding me that it was time to take another path.

Although I had lost a very important part of my heart, life still had to go on. It took me more than half a month to barely emerge from the shadow of losing Han and gradually get my life back on track. And it was at this time that Dan, a girl in my class, conveyed her desire to date me through my roommate. This news made me think. Since Han came into my life, I haven't had a serious girlfriend. With Han by my side, I didn't think about these things much. But now that Han has someone else, maybe it's time for me to find a girlfriend too. To be honest, I'm not averse to Dan; I even have a bit of a crush on her. She's the kind of girl I like—open and carefree when having fun, but also reserved in everyday life. However, I'm not sure if my feelings for her are the kind of feelings you'd have for a boyfriend. So, I arranged to have dinner with her and explain things to her.

That day, when I left, my roommates all gave me mischievous smiles and wished me "immediate success." I could only smile helplessly and tell them it wasn't certain. I guess Dan's roommates probably felt the same way.

I picked Dan up from her outer bedroom and we headed to the hotel. We chatted casually along the way. I don't have much experience in dating, and Dan, who is usually quite outgoing, seemed much more shy. To outsiders, we probably wouldn't look like a couple who might soon be together. Things only improved after we arrived at the hotel, ordered, and started talking about our favorite foods.

"Dan, I really didn't realize you were so proactive in this area," I teased.

"I only take the initiative with people I like," Dan said, looking at me with a determined gaze.

"Are you sure you like me? We haven't known each other for very long, only a little over a month. How could you like me already?"

"I'm sure. I didn't believe in love at first sight before, but after seeing you, I do. And I also didn't believe I would take the initiative to pursue a guy, especially not the kind who seems perfect in every way."

"But I'm not sure if I like you." I chuckled to myself. Usually, the guy would be the one making the move, but now, the roles seemed reversed. I was like a naive little girl listening to someone else's confession.

"Give me some time, and I'll make you fall in love with me. I believe I have the ability."

"If I'm with you, you'll regret it."

"Regret it? Why?"

"Because I have someone else in my heart, and she's very, very important to me. Although we're not together now and can't get married in the future, I reckon no one will ever be more important to me than her. If you're with me, you'll have to put up with your boyfriend having another girl on his mind all the time. Can you accept that kind of boyfriend?"

"Yes, if it's you, I can accept it."

"Don't agree so quickly. Think about it carefully. I'm not leaving tomorrow, there's no rush."

"You don't trust me?"

"A little, and a little bit of self-doubt too."

"I know what you want to say. Don't worry, I just want to be with you, I won't pester you. If you don't want to continue seeing me, just say so, it's okay. If the person in your heart comes back, you can go back to her, I won't say anything."

"You..." Dan's words suddenly left me speechless. I never expected her to be so determined.

"I'm already halfway through university, and every day it's just studying and playing, playing and studying. Now, I want to leave something behind in university that I can remember for a lifetime, and pursuing you is one of them."

"Don't you want to ask me who the person in my heart is?"

"Even if you tell me, I might not know them. Besides, if you want to tell me, you'll tell me without me having to ask."

For a moment, I couldn't help but feel a little moved. I consider myself an ordinary person in every way. I'm not handsome, not academically outstanding, not particularly good at sports, and my family doesn't have much wealth. Yet, this is the kind of person who has won the heart of Dan, a girl who is excellent in every way.

"Okay, let's give ourselves a chance, try dating first, and if it works out, we'll be together." As I said this, I secretly resolved not to let her down. Perhaps, Dan is the starting point of my new life.

"Really? That's wonderful, thank you."

"I should be thanking you." I grasped Dan's hand. "I really don't know where I get such charm that you treat me like this. I can only say I'll try my best to like you as quickly as possible. But I promise, as long as we're still boyfriend and girlfriend, I'll treat you well."

"Great! I promise too, I'll definitely treat you well."

"Yeah, I believe you."

The two clasped hands seemed to herald a brand new beginning.

In the blink of an eye, Dan and I had been dating for two months. During this time, I can't say I was incredibly attentive to Dan, but I was doing my best to be good to her; Dan was even more caring towards me and relied on me in every way. Suddenly, we, who had become boyfriend and girlfriend in such a rush, became the model couple for the whole class and even the entire college. And this new relationship also gave me the courage to try to forget Han and invest more in Dan.

About a month into our relationship, Dan tried to suggest she give herself to me, but I refused. I can't quite explain why; perhaps it was because we hadn't known each other long enough, and I didn't want to get her so easily; perhaps it was because I wasn't used to having sex with a fourth woman. When Dan asked me about it, I replied that if we could get along well for more than six months, then I would take her. Dan was happy that I respected her and said I could have her anytime I wanted.

Just as everything was starting to move in a new direction, a post on Han's WeChat Moments pulled me back.

It was a breakup post, and Han seemed very angry and heartbroken. I didn't ask her directly, but instead asked my mother what had happened. As my mother predicted, this seemingly well-organized "single" was indeed already planning to get married. However, after seeing the young and beautiful Han at work, he considered abandoning his original fiancée and pursuing Han instead. When Han found out, she scolded him severely and broke up with him without hesitation. But, according to my mother, this breakup also hit Han very hard, as this man had indeed been very good to her, and she had truly fallen for him. After a brief farewell to my mother, I immediately called Han. Han sounded completely listless on the phone, almost lifeless. No matter what I said, she only gave a few simple words in response, which made my heart ache. After hesitating for a long time, I made up my mind to go back and see her. Otherwise, even if I stayed here to attend classes, my heart would be elsewhere. So, I immediately booked a train ticket online for the night, preparing to return as quickly as possible. Before leaving, I called Dan to tell her I was going home and not to worry. To be honest, I didn't know what the outcome of this trip home would be—whether I would reconcile with Han, or continue with Dan. Just thinking about it gave me a headache, and I finally decided not to think about it too much for now.

At five in the morning, I set foot on the soil of my hometown, which I hadn't seen for months. As soon as I got off the train, I took a taxi straight to Han's house. I knew she usually got up around seven in the morning for work, and I planned to go back first to make her some breakfast. When I arrived at her door, I checked the time; it was just past six in the morning. Luckily, I still had a key to Han's house, so I didn't need to wake her. As soon as I entered, I was shocked: Han, who was always so clean, had made a complete mess of her house, making it look like the home of a shut-in who hadn't left the house in ages. I went into Han's bedroom and saw her wearing a visibly dirty nightgown, the buttons undone, the blanket on the floor, and she curled up in a ball, seemingly shivering. A mix of emotions welled up inside me; I even had the urge to kill that man. But then I thought about it—he had genuinely cared for Han, but his previous actions were unacceptable. I went over, tucked the blanket back in, gently kissed her cheek, and left the room. Luckily, there were some noodles, vegetables, and eggs in the refrigerator, so I took them all out to make her a bowl of hot soup noodles. Just as I was almost done, a pair of arms suddenly hugged me from behind.

"Why are you awake so early? Did I wake you?" I asked while busy with my work.

"Why did you come back?" Han didn't answer me.

"I heard this matter has affected you a lot, so I wanted to come back and see you."

"Why are you still so concerned about me?"

"Why wouldn't I care about you?"

"Then what kind of relationship is this? Is it like siblings, or..."

"Whatever you want it to be, that's what it is."

"Please tell me yourself, okay?" Han's voice held a hint of pleading.

I turned around and hugged her, whispering in her ear, "Because I love you, that's why I care about you."

Han buried her head in my chest and sobbed, holding me even tighter. I gently kissed her hair, letting her feel my presence. After crying for a while, Han gradually calmed down.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, you still came in the end."

"Don't say that. Eat your food quickly so you can go to work. I'll tidy up the house for you. Look at the state of your place!"

Han obediently finished her noodles before saying something that almost made me want to vomit blood: "Hehe, I'm not working today, I'm resting. If you hadn't come, I don't know how long I would have slept~"

"Damn it, why didn't you say so earlier? I had to come all this way so early in the morning." "Serves

you right for not telling me you were coming beforehand~" Han held my hands, pouting cutely, looking just like a little sister.

"Okay, okay, it was my fault, alright?"

"That's more like it. What kind of surprise attack was this? Did you have to move me to tears?"

I was about to say something when Han interrupted me with her next sentence: "Don't say anything yet. I haven't had enough sleep. Why don't you come with me and get some more sleep?" With that, Han pulled me towards the bedroom without further ado. I could only let her lead me, feeling both happy and helpless.

As soon as we entered the bedroom, Han started to undress me. It didn't seem like she was in a hurry to make love, but rather like a wife to her husband who had come home. I didn't say anything, just let her do what she wanted. Soon, when Han had undressed me down to my underwear, she stopped what she was doing.

"Can you just sleep like this for now? If you keep taking your clothes off, I'm afraid... I'm afraid I'll start thinking right now..."

"Okay, I understand. Let's sleep first, and we'll talk about the rest when we wake up. I didn't sleep well last night either, since I was on the train all night." I said as I climbed into bed, pulling Han to my side and hugging her. Han hugged my arm tightly, pressed against my body, her breath hitting me.

"Okay, go to sleep, or your arm will be soaked with your breath." I was saying when I felt a cool sensation on my shoulder. I quickly looked down and saw it was Han's tears.

"What's wrong? Weren't you fine just now? Why are you crying again?" I turned to face her, stroking her face as I asked.

"Waaah... I really miss this feeling. I'm sorry, Yun."

"It's nothing to be sorry about, really. Aren't we lying together again now?"

"Yeah, I really love lying like this with you."

"Okay, then lie here as long as you want. I'll stay here with you."

"Thank you. I really don't know if I can ever leave you again."

"If you can't, then don't leave. I won't get married, and you shouldn't get married either. We can live like this for the rest of our lives."

"How can that be? My family won't agree. Besides, aren't you and your girlfriend doing well now? You didn't want to hold me back then, and I can't hold you back now."

"You should know that I can really do all those things I said for you."

"Don't say that. If I really make you never get married for the rest of your life, I definitely won't be at peace."

"Then...then I'll go back and ask her. If she agrees to our relationship, I'll continue to get along well with her; if she doesn't agree, then we'll see."

"It's up to you. Just don't let me make you two break up."

"Alright, don't think too much about it. Go to sleep. I've already taken a week off, so at least for these few days, I'm all yours."

"Okay, whatever you say." Han gently kissed me, then snuggled up to me again and fell asleep.

I slept for a long time, and it was very peaceful. Han and I didn't wake up until the afternoon. Afterwards, Han and I cleaned her house thoroughly again, and several more hours passed after we finished. Han and I sat on the floor, leaning against each other, looking at the dust on each other's faces, and burst into laughter.

After dinner, Han and I tidied everything up in perfect unison, turned off the lights, drew the curtains, and lay down on the bed together, facing each other.

"Yun."

"Hmm?"

"Promise me something, okay?"

"What is it?"

"While you're here, let me call you husband, and you call me wife, okay?"

"Sure, I'd love to."

"Then… promise me one more thing, okay?"

"I'll promise you anything, just tell me."

"From now on, please don't call me 'sister' anymore, okay? Last time you called me 'sister' on the phone, I really… really…" Han said, on the verge of tears again.

Okay, okay, don't cry, don't cry. I promise you, from now on I'll call you by your name in public, and in private I'll call you wife, baby, anything, anything, but I definitely won't call you 'sister,' okay? "

Hmm, you have to keep your word. If you break your word, I'll punish you... hmm, what will I punish you for?"

"I'll punish you by making sure I love you in my next life, and then you don't love me anymore, okay?"

"Isn't that punishing me too? How could I not love you?" Han said, hugging me and kissing me. Speaking of which, this was our first proper kiss since we met today, and also our first in almost half a year. This was the longest kiss of my life, lasting a full five or six minutes. By the time our lips parted, we were both panting and completely naked.

"Yun, come on, I missed you so much."

"Me too."

"Then what are you waiting for? Come on."

I flipped over and straddled Han, letting his dragon rub against my entrance. Han was different today; she was already overflowing with desire the moment I touched her garden. I didn't hesitate either, thrusting in hard. The warmth sent a jolt through me, a mix of emotions welling up inside me. For a moment, my forehead pressed against Han's, speechless.

"What's wrong? Why aren't you moving?"

"Han, I really thought I'd never be able to do this with you again."

"Me too. Oh, hurry up and move, or I'll start crying again."

"Ha, okay, here I come."

I slowly began to move inside Han's body, gently and earnestly, like performing a ritual. Han held me, letting out a soft moan with each thrust. I slowly kissed her face, her lips, her neck, her shoulders; she gently stroked my hair, my back, my chest. We maintained this rhythm for a long time, without feeling tired of it, nor did we want to change the rhythm. It wasn't about pursuing a moment of climax, but simply about quietly experiencing the warmth and comfort of my lover's body.

I don't know how long this went on, but Han's moans gradually grew louder, and her lower body became increasingly aroused.

"Are you coming?"

"Mmm...yes...you...you should go a little faster."

"Yes, my wife!"

I immediately began to accelerate my thrusts, and Han seemed even more excited by my calling her "wife," holding me tightly and clenching her lips. Seeing this, I kissed her, our lips and tongues locked. After about a hundred or so kisses, Han let out a muffled cry, and I trembled with excitement. Finally, we both came.

"Husband, you're so good to me," Han called me that for the first time in bed.

"You are too, wife."

"I've decided, no matter what, I'll cling to you."

"I'm definitely a hundred times willing, but I'm afraid you won't keep your word."

"Impossible, I definitely keep my word, I'll stay with you until I can't do it anymore."

"Then hook up."

"Okay, hook up."

Two adults, like children, hooked their arms together, saying, "Hooked up, never to change for a hundred years." It was like a promise, a vow.

That night, Han gave me a real treat. She didn't particularly like breast sex before, but she was skilled at oral sex and everything else. I even suspected that if I hadn't had an instinctive aversion to anal sex, she would have agreed to let me try it. All night long, Han was covered in my semen from head to toe, as if expressing her love for me and declaring my possession of her. I stayed at Han's house for five days. During those five days, we partied every night. From the bed to the sofa to the bathroom, many places bore our marks. Like newlyweds, we gave ourselves to each other without any reservations.

Back at school, I went to see Dan with a feeling of apology but no guilt. I knew it might be shameless of me, but when it comes to feelings, no one can force me. I told Dan that the person in my heart had returned.

"So you don't want me anymore?"

"Honestly, Dan, I like you, I really like you. Of all the girls who could rightfully be my girlfriend, you're the one I like the most." "

Huh? What do you mean? What about her…"

"Do you want to hear that story?"

"Yes, but I want to go somewhere with you where it's just you and me."

"Just you and me?"

"Yun, no matter what happens tonight, I want you to take me, okay?"

I remained silent, unsure what to say, unsure how to respond to this girl's deep feelings for me.

"Okay, let's go." I finally decided to agree. I didn't want to disappoint her, and also because I had slowly fallen for her myself.

We went to a budget hotel near the school. After entering the room, Dan and I sat facing each other on the bed, and I began to tell her about Han and me, and about Yan and me—a story that I had made up my mind to tell her. Dan listened quietly, without crying or making a fuss until the end.

"This is between us."

"You should have told me sooner."

"You...you can accept it?" Dan's words surprised me. I had thought that even if she didn't despise me for this, she would at least scold me because she couldn't accept it.

"According to what you said, neither you nor Yan, nor your sister, can marry. As long as you treat me well, what can't I accept? Besides, I'm really grateful that you can tell me these things. You wouldn't tell me this unless you absolutely trust me." "

But I can tell you for sure that it will be very difficult for me to break off my relationship with them in the future, especially with my sister."

"So what? At least now, only three women are needed to keep you tied down. If I can marry you, isn't that much better than you going out and looking for someone else?"

"You... I... I really didn't expect you to think like this." Dan's words surprised me more and more.

"Want to know why?"

"Yes."

"Then kiss me."

"Okay." I gently kissed Dan's lips.

"Because my family is in a similar situation. My dad's ex-wife was my mom's friend, but she couldn't have children, so she initiated the divorce. After my dad married my mom, they both felt somewhat sorry for her, so my dad never broke off contact with her. The two of them would get together from time to time, and my mom and I had a good relationship with her. I've always felt that our family consists of four people: one dad and two moms. So, I not only don't object to this kind of thing, but I actually like it." Dan gave me the answer happily, even with a bit of pride.

"Okay, you win. So, you agree to continue being with me?"

"Yeah, unless you want to break up with me."

"Since you've said that, what reason do I have to break up with you? But I need to discuss something with you."

"What is it?

Go ahead." "I won't have you tonight, okay? I need to prepare properly; the current environment isn't ideal, and I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."

"Hmm... okay, anyway, I'm not afraid you'll run away now. But you have to hold me while we sleep tonight." Seemingly relieved of her inner turmoil and doubts, Dan happily agreed.

That night, I slept exceptionally well, Dan nestled beside me, making me feel very safe. Perhaps, getting back together with Han wasn't returning to square one, but rather starting a new chapter.

Epilogue:

After the semester ended, I took Dan home to meet Han and Yan. Although I was mentally prepared that they might get along well, the result still surprised me greatly: these three girls didn't just get along well, they practically hit it off immediately, even ignoring me completely, leaving me both delighted and helpless. Later, they told me that the three of them agreed to stay in touch with me. In public, Dan was my official girlfriend, while Han and Yan remained my older sister and god-sister; but when it was just the three of us, they were all my darlings.

After a year of exchange student life, I returned to my original school, which made Dan quite sad for a while. But whenever there was a holiday, I would always go and get together with her. Han and I, just like when I first entered university, would see each other every week. Yan is still with her boyfriend, and we only have sex when she comes home for vacation. My cousin and her boyfriend have a very good relationship; neither of us has mentioned sleeping together anymore, we just act like close siblings.

Now, I've graduated from university and found a good job at a foreign company in this city. Dan, because of me, also came to my hometown to find a job. Our relationship is very stable; our parents have met, and both families are satisfied. Marriage is probably just a year or two away.

To outsiders, I'm very lucky to have a girlfriend like Dan, but what makes me even happier and prouder is that I also have two "sisters," Han and Yan. What the future holds, I don't know, and I don't want to know. All I want is to continue having this life, to continue having the same happiness. To make me happy, and to make them happy too…

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