Violation of the older sister

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Violation of my older sisters
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This happened when I was very young, probably in fifth or sixth grade of elementary school. Because I was going through puberty, I was very curious about sex and really curious about my older sisters' bodies.

The oldest of my sisters was already working, and the youngest was already in the first year of high school. Since we lived under the same roof, I had many opportunities to peep at them while they changed clothes or touch them. I even asked to use the toilet when they were taking a shower. A few times I actually succeeded, at most my sisters would cover their private parts or turn their backs to me.

My eldest sister was the oldest of me, so perhaps in her eyes I was still a very young brother! Therefore, she was the most lenient in covering up for me, or you could say she was completely unguarded. One day after school, I rushed to the bathroom because I needed to pee. My older sister was taking a shower and was in a hurry to go out on a date with her future brother-in-law. But my screaming got me into the bathroom. I peed for a long time and of course, I watched for a long time. I even teased her mischievously, saying, "Oh! In a hurry to go on a date, huh?" My older sister then widened her eyes with a half-smile and kicked me out. Before leaving, I slapped her wet bottom, leaving her screaming in the bathroom!

Actually, what I did most often was to go into the bathroom after my sisters showered, take their underwear and play with it, or wear it myself, or ejaculate on it. For a long time, nothing happened, until one day, on a whim, I secretly cut a small hole in the crotch of my older sister's underwear. To make it look like it was naturally torn, I rubbed the edges of the hole for a long time, and it really did look like it was naturally torn.

For the next few days, I paid close attention to whether my older sister was wearing that underwear, until the fourth day when she actually wore it under her light skirt! After I found out, I deliberately followed her around all day. Because the underwear had been cut, rubbed, and washed, the hole had become larger, about the size of a fingernail. I didn't understand why my older sister would still wear it; I guess she was trying to save money!

I remember it was a holiday. My older sister was busy cleaning, and I was eager to peek at her underwear, so I followed her up and down the stairs. When she was about to climb onto the rooftop balcony to collect the laundry, I followed right behind her, very close! Really close!! Close enough to smell her body odor! So I really achieved my goal! My goal was achieved, but you might be disappointed because looking through that hole, all you could see was dark red flesh! (I'll tell you the more exciting part next time.)

My old house was being renovated, so the whole family temporarily moved to a rented bungalow next door. We made do with what we had, sleeping in a shared bungalow. My parents were on the far side, followed by my older brother, me, and my sisters. Because I was closest to my older sister, she slept next to me.

One night, I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. Everyone was fast asleep. The bright moonlight streamed into the room, shining directly on half of my eldest sister's body. I remember she was wearing light blue pajamas that night—a button-down shirt and elasticated capri shorts. Because it was pajamas, the material wasn't too thick, so the moonlight clearly showed the outline of her underwear.

Normally, I'd just look, but I wouldn't dare touch her. That night, I felt possessed and couldn't sleep! Following the movement of the moonlight, it slowly illuminated her entire body as she lay on her side with her back to me, revealing the curves of her waist and hips, and the lines of her underwear visible at the hem. I forget if I had an erection. I just naively wanted to touch her body.

After struggling for a long time, observing my family's condition, I could only hear heavy, rhythmic breathing. I boldly reached out and touched her buttocks—I was so nervous! Then I slowly and gently placed my entire palm on her buttocks, feeling where her underwear was; it felt so real! I only dared to touch, but not to stroke, for fear of waking her. Then I wrapped my arms around her waist and slowly hugged her, as if it were a natural turning over. My lower body pressed against her buttocks, my upper body against her back, the scent of her hair constantly wafting into my brain.

I was completely out of my mind. I reached up to her chest, touching her breasts through her pajamas. I noticed she was wearing a bra. Eager to explore her breasts, I pulled my hand back, wrapped it around her upper arm, and slipped it under her neck towards her collar. But I could only touch her collarbone because it was hidden by the clasp. I thought I had skillfully unbuttoned two of her clasps and went back inside. This time I felt her bra, her cleavage, and her soft breasts.

This was the first time I had ever truly touched a woman's breasts, but I didn't stop there. I continued to reach into her bra, searching for her nipples. As I pushed open the bra, I felt an unprecedented fear and tension. But when my fingertips touched her erect nipples, I was already sweating profusely! That feeling still comes back to me when I touch my wife's breasts!

I didn't dare touch her for too long, so I pulled my hand back. I lay flat for a while, then turned to look at her. She was still in the same position. A wicked thought crossed my mind (I wanted to take off her pants!). I placed my hand on her waist again, found her belt, and because it was made of elastic, I carefully untied it and pulled it down, about halfway up her buttocks. I could already see the edge of her underwear! Just like that, I saw her buttocks!

After a while, I moved my hand forward to her underwear waistband. She was wearing high-waisted, conservative underwear. Again, I untied the belt and pulled it down, reaching the same spot. Oh! Under the moonlight, she looked so white and beautiful! To be honest, I didn't really see much. I could only see about a quarter of her buttocks, and even the cleft was barely visible. I could only see that the belts of her two pairs of pants were pressing against her buttocks, making her skin slightly dented.

Finally, I reached my hand inside her panties, and this time I quickly touched her pubic hair. It was strange; I had seen it before in the bathroom, and when I was playing with their panties, I had picked up fallen pubic hairs. Back then, I really wanted to touch them! But the first time I actually touched it, I felt scared, and I didn't touch it for long before quickly pulling my hand back and carefully pulling the belts of her two pairs of pants back to their original positions. I felt completely exhausted, lying flat on my back, panting. My mind was blank. I didn't know if I had been discovered.

After a while, I became even more audacious and wanted to touch her nipples again. So I repeated the same action, trying to do it again. But just as I put my hand inside her collar, she coughed softly and then covered her collar with her hand. I was startled! She had woken up! I didn't know what to do. I could only continue to hold her and pretend to be asleep, and eventually, I actually drifted off to sleep!

The next day, I was very scared, and my older sister and I were also somewhat avoiding each other, but nothing happened. This situation lasted for about two months.

One night, my mother and I were watching TV in the living room when my older sister came back from a date. Maybe it was because of the cold weather, but she was very cold! As soon as she came back, she sat across my lap, which was covered by shorts, and yelled, "Wow! It's so cold! Can I warm it up?" Suddenly, my thigh touched her thigh and her underwear. I didn't know what to do. Luckily, my mother said, "Hey, how can you do this?" She then playfully hopped back to her room to change.

Feeling guilty, I went to the bathroom to shower. When I was halfway through my shower, she knocked urgently on the door, saying she needed to use the toilet. I hesitated because I was still in the throes of the pleasure from our skin-to-skin contact. She knocked even more urgently, so I had no choice but to open the door. As soon as she came in, without closing the door or caring whether I was watching her, she simply and naturally took off her pajama bottoms and underwear and peed.

As she pulled out the toilet paper while looking at me, I could only stand there dumbfounded by the door like a child who had done something wrong. I watched my older sister fold the toilet paper, finish urinating, wipe her thick, dark pubic hair, open the trash can lid, throw away the toilet paper, flush, pull up her underwear, put on her pajama pants, and then look me up and down for a while before saying, "Little brother, you've grown up!" Then she affectionately pinched my cheek and said, "Study hard and don't think too much!"

I don't know what to say. I just feel my eyes getting wet. After that, my relationship with my older sister was the best. However, there were no more abnormal peeping, exposure, or touching. Instead, she would talk to me about more private things, such as nocturnal emission, masturbation, sexual fantasies, etc. At most, she once came to my room wearing only her newly bought underwear and asked me if it looked good. I asked her if she was going to wear it for her boyfriend. She suddenly blushed, and I was very happy for her. Not long after, she got married.

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On the eve of her wedding, my older sister finally fainted around nine o'clock in the evening because of the hard work of the past few days. This incident, happening on the eve of our wedding, threw the whole family into chaos. We had to rush her to the hospital for emergency treatment. After a series of emergency procedures, the doctor said it was nothing serious; she just needed an IV drip, some sedatives, and a bit of rest to recover. He then instructed the family to arrange for her to be hospitalized.

Since my second and third older sisters were studying out of town and couldn't come back in time, and my mother had a heart condition that prevented her from staying in the hospital for an extended period, I was the only one in the family who was relatively okay, so I stayed to take care of my older sister. Because she had been on an IV drip for a long time and had to go to the bathroom many times throughout the night, my eldest sister was drowsy and unsteady on her feet, walking unsteadily. With the IV drip still attached, I had to hold the drip bag and support her as she went to the bathroom. I hung the IV drip bottle on the wall, then half-carried, half-lifted my older sister to the toilet, and then I didn't know what to do.

My sister opened her eyes with difficulty and said, "Brother, can't you help me pee?" I had no choice but to lift her up, lift her skirt, and help her take off her underwear so she could sit down to pee.

While she was urinating, her head and neck were against my chest, and her arm without the IV drip was wrapped around my neck. I struggled to hold her with one arm and brace myself against the wall with the other, and then I just waited quietly for her to finish. After she finished, I had to wipe her, put her pants back on, and help her back to bed. I did this four or five times that night. At the time, I only knew that I had to take good care of my older sister and didn't think about anything else.

With the gradual replenishment of nutrients, her strength slowly returned. By the time she went to the toilet for the fourth time, she was able to speak more clearly, and I didn't have to support her as much. However, because the needle was inserted in the bend of her arm, meaning one arm was immobile, I still had to help her take off her pants, which made me feel embarrassed.

Just then, my sister opened her eyes and looked at me, saying, "Were you the one who helped me just now?" I smiled awkwardly and said, "If not me, then your husband?" After saying that, I saw my sister smile with tears in her eyes, free one hand to pat my head, and hug me for a while!

Because my older sister had an appointment with the makeup artist around 5 or 6 AM, we decided to go home around 3:30 AM and hailed a taxi. As soon as we got home, the whole family started making a ruckus again, running around helping my sister with this and that. I was so annoyed and really wanted to sleep! But I felt uncomfortable because I smelled strongly of medicine and a faint, unpleasant odor of urine.

I took a hasty shower in my bathroom, and finally everyone quieted down. It was around 4 AM. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly heard my older sister calling me softly. I went to her room to see what was wrong.

She said, "Brother, I'm all dirty and want to take a shower. Can you turn on the gas for me?" I went to the balcony to turn on the gas, and was about to go back to my room to sleep when she called me again. I asked her what was wrong. My sister said, "I feel dizzy, and Mom and Dad are asleep. Can you help me wash up?" I didn't quite understand at first and just replied, "Okay!" Then I helped her to her bathroom. She even asked me to go to the balcony and get a plastic chair so she could sit and wash herself.

She took off her dress first, and then asked me to come into the bathroom. I forced myself to stay calm and acted like it was normal, which was exactly what I thought! I saw her sitting and leaning over the sink, wearing only a white bra and panties. After I entered, she asked me to turn on the shower and adjust the water temperature, saying, "Brother, help your sister wash her hair!" Then she leaned back in the chair.

I stood behind her and started rinsing her hair and applying shampoo, and then slowly and carefully washed her hair. As I washed her, she actually fell asleep. I was actually peeking at the edge of her bra while washing her, only seeing a patch of white breasts, so I couldn't concentrate on what I was doing. I even splashed water into her eyes, waking her up, but she just kept her eyes closed.

After I finished rinsing her hair, she sat up straight, covered her chest with her hands for a while, probably considering something, then unhooked her bra and tossed it into the basket, then placed her hands on her underwear belt. I had initially thought she would even take off her underwear, and I was so nervous! All my sleepiness was gone!

But instead, she crossed her hands to protect her breasts, asked me to wet a washcloth and then put on shower gel, and asked me to wash her back. I stood beside her, holding her shoulder with one hand and using the other to wash her back. I slowly and carefully rubbed her shoulders, then moved down her spine. Because of the water's temperature, and perhaps because I was nervous or excited, I felt incredibly hot! My recently changed undershirt was soaked!

I washed her like that for a while, quickly reaching her buttocks. She then stood up and asked me to continue washing her lower back. When she stood up, she freed one hand to hold the basin for me to wash her. She was still wearing underwear, and I didn't know what to do, so I awkwardly washed along the edge of her underwear. Unexpectedly, she said, "Take it off! How can I wash her if she doesn't take it off?" I hesitated for a moment, then took off her underwear.

Because I was squatting next to her, when I was taking off her underwear, my right hand reached behind her to pull down her right waistband, while my left and right hands held her left waistband. I don't remember if I was shaking, but I know that when I pulled down her underwear, her buttocks were clenched very tightly, and her thighs were clenched quite tightly as well! So when I pulled her underwear down to her knees, the crotch of her underwear was still stuck on the inside of her thighs. I thought: She must have been nervous too!

As I pulled her underwear off one of her ankles, I noticed that when she lifted her leg, her knee bent inwards. As she did so, I glimpsed some of her labia and pubic hair deep within her buttocks. I was actually watching very intently, almost greedily! I could only remain calm and continue washing her thighs and ankles. One thing puzzled me: why do women always only cover their breasts at this time and not immediately cover their genitals? Is it a habit? Or have they forgotten?

After washing her back, I forgot what to do next. It was only after she sat down and offered me her hand that I continued washing that I truly didn't know how to proceed. Then my older sister used her other hand to cover her genitals, I suppose?

I washed her neck, shoulders, arms, hands, fingers... step by step, observing her facial reactions. Although she was weak, she looked very comfortable and peaceful.

After washing one hand, I switched to the other. After washing both hands, I didn't know how to do it again. At this point, my sister said, "I can do it myself next time." Then I watched her wash her breasts and genitals. Then she asked me to rinse off the foam, but I just stood there, frozen.

After a moment of hesitation, my older sister spoke to me, "Brother, do you like watching me?" I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there, blushing and scratching my head. Suddenly, her eyes reddened, and she said, "Tomorrow I'll belong to someone else. I might not have the chance to be with you like this again. Just look!" Then she rinsed off all the soap from her body.

Now she no longer covered any part of her body, and I, with tears in my eyes, kept my head down, not daring to look up at her. Seeing my unease, she touched my cheek tenderly and said, "It's okay! There's no one else here, just look!"

I slowly and carefully observed my loving older sister from head to toe. Naturally, I moved closer to her and reached out to hug her. She gently let me hug her. As I buried my face between her soft breasts, my sister gently stroked my head with one hand and patted my back like she was soothing a child with the other.

The scent of her breasts, though not very strong, was a rare and delicate fragrance. I looked up at my sister, and she was looking at me too. As if she knew what I needed, she closed her eyes and nodded. I then expressed my childhood instincts.

As I took her nipple into my mouth, she gently stroked my hand, then suddenly hugged me tightly! My hands, which had been holding her, moved to her buttocks and inner thighs, vigorously caressing these fleshy and mysterious areas. Encouraged, I knelt down, using everything on my face to touch her pubic hair, finally exploring her warm, moist area with my hands.

But then, as if electrocuted, she reacted, shaking her head at me with fear in her eyes, pulling me to my feet. She took a deep breath, then smiled at me with forced composure, pointing to my genitals. Oh! It's all wet! I've already ejaculated!

My sister rolled her eyes at me, then sat down and began cleaning me up... It was early morning, and we were very discreet, so we probably weren't discovered. Soon it was dawn.

When she returned from her makeup that day, she was wearing a pristine white wedding dress, smiling at me. Oh! She was so beautiful! So beautiful!!

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I dare say: everyone has desires, just to varying degrees, even within one's own family! Lust is something that cannot be stopped; the important thing is how you view it when it comes. It is precisely because it is so difficult to define rationally that I understand how uncontrollable the causes of incest are! Based on my own experience, I believe there must be a very high rate of incest in this society. If you have such an experience, don't suppress it in your heart. Why not tell it? If everyone can look at this matter with empathy, we may be able to find a better way to deal with it and reduce many regrets!

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This happened when I was very young, probably in the fifth or sixth grade of elementary school. Because I was in the developmental stage, I was very curious about sex and really curious about the bodies of my older sisters.

The oldest of my sisters had already entered the workforce and the youngest sister was already in the first year of high school. Since we lived under the same roof, I had many opportunities to peep at them while they changed clothes or to touch them in daily life. I even asked to go to the toilet when they were taking a bath. A few times, I actually succeeded. At most, my sisters would cover their private parts or turn their backs to me.

My eldest sister, being the oldest, probably considered me a little kid in her eyes. So she was the most relaxed about covering up for me, practically completely unguarded. One day, I came home from school and rushed to the bathroom because I needed to pee. My eldest sister was taking a shower, rushing out to meet her future brother-in-law. But my screaming got me into the bathroom. I peed for a long time and, of course, watched for a long time. I even teased her playfully, saying, "Oh! Rushing to a date, huh?" Until my eldest sister, with a half-smile, widened her eyes and kicked me out. Before leaving, I even slapped her wet, soapy bottom, leaving her screaming in the bathroom!

What I did most often was to go into the bathroom after my sisters showered and play with their underwear, either wearing it myself or ejaculating on it. This went on for a long time without incident, until one day, on a whim, I secretly cut a small hole in the crotch of my eldest sister's underwear. To make it look like it was naturally torn, I rubbed the edges of the hole for a long time, and it really did look like it was naturally torn.

For the next few days, I paid close attention to whether my eldest sister wore that underwear, until the fourth day when she actually wore it under her light skirt! After I found out, I deliberately followed her around all day. Because I had cut, rubbed, and washed those underwear, the hole had become even bigger, about the size of a fingernail. I didn't understand why my older sister was still wearing it; I guess she was trying to save money!

I remember it was a holiday, and my sister was busy cleaning. I was also eager to peek at her underwear, so I followed her up and down the stairs. When she was about to climb onto the rooftop balcony to collect the laundry, I followed right behind her, very close! Really close!! Close enough to smell her body odor! So I really achieved my goal! My goal was achieved, but you might be disappointed because looking through that hole, all you could see was dark red flesh! (I'll tell you the more exciting part next time.)

My old house was being renovated, so my whole family temporarily moved to a rented bungalow next door. We made do with what we had, and the whole family slept in a shared bungalow. My parents were on the far side, followed by my older brother, me, and my sisters. Because I was closest to

my eldest sister, she slept next to me. One night, I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. Everyone was sleeping soundly. The bright moonlight shone into the room, shining on half of my eldest sister's body. I remember that my eldest sister was wearing light blue pajamas that night. The top was a button-down shirt, and the bottom was a pair of elasticated capri shorts. Because it was pajamas, the material wasn't too thick, so when the moonlight shone on her, the outline of her underwear was clearly visible.

Normally, I'd just look, but I wouldn't dare touch her. That night, however, I felt possessed and couldn't sleep! Following the movement of the moonlight, it slowly illuminated her entire body as she lay on her side with her back to me, revealing the curves of her waist and hips, and the lines of her underwear. I can't remember if I had an erection. I just naively wanted to touch her body.

After struggling for a long time, observing my family's reactions, and only hearing heavy, rhythmic breathing, I boldly reached out and touched her buttocks. I was so nervous! Then I slowly and gently placed my entire palm on her buttocks, feeling where her underwear was—it felt so real! I only dared to touch, but not to stroke, for fear of waking her. Then I gently pulled her into my arms, as if it were a natural rolling over. My lower body pressed against her buttocks, my upper body against her back, and the scent of her hair wafted into my brain.

I was truly out of my mind at that moment. I reached up to her breasts, touching them through her pajamas. I noticed she was wearing a bra. Eager to explore her breasts, I pulled my hand back, wrapped it around her upper arm, and slipped it under her neck towards her collar. But I could only touch her collarbone because it was hidden by the buttons. I thought I had skillfully unbuttoned two of her buttons and reached in again. This time, I felt her bra, her cleavage, and her soft breasts.

This was the first time I had ever truly touched a woman's breasts, but I didn't stop there. I continued to reach inside her bra to find her nipples. As I pushed open the bra, I was filled with unprecedented fear and tension. But when my fingertips touched her erect nipples, I was already sweating profusely! That feeling still comes to mind when I touch my wife's breasts!

I didn't dare touch her for too long, so I pulled my hand back. I lay flat for a while, then turned to look at her again. She was still in the same position. A wicked thought crossed my mind (I wanted to take off her pants!). I placed my hand on her waist again, found her belt (it was elastic), and carefully untied it, pulling it down to about halfway up her hips. I could already see the edge of her underwear! That's how I saw her buttocks!

After a while, I moved my hand forward to her underwear waistband. She was wearing high-waisted, conservative underwear. Again, I untied the belt and pulled it down to the same spot. Oh! In the moonlight, it looked so white and beautiful! Honestly, I didn't really see much. I could only see about a quarter of her buttocks, and even the cleft wasn't very clear. I could only see that the belts of her two pairs of pants were pressing against her buttocks, making her skin slightly dented.

Finally, I reached my hand inside her panties, and this time I quickly touched her pubic hair. It was strange; I had seen it before in the bathroom, and when I was playing with their panties, I had picked up fallen pubic hairs. Back then, I really wanted to touch them! But the first time I actually touched it, I felt scared, and I didn't touch it for long before quickly pulling my hand back and carefully pulling the belts of her two pairs of pants back to their original positions. I felt completely exhausted, lying flat on my back, panting. My mind was blank. I didn't know if I had been discovered.

After a while, I became even more audacious and wanted to touch her nipples again. So I repeated the same action, trying to do it again. But just as I put my hand inside her collar, she coughed softly and then covered her collar with her hand. I was startled! It turned out she was already awake! I didn't know what to do. I could only continue to hold her and pretend to be asleep. As I held her, I actually drifted off to sleep!

The next day I was very scared, and my older sister and I were also somewhat avoiding each other, but nothing happened. This situation lasted for about two months.

One evening, my mom and I were watching TV in the living room when my older sister came home from a date. It was probably because of the cold weather, because she was freezing! As soon as she came in, she sat across my lap, which was covered in shorts, yelling, "Wow! It's so cold! Can I warm up a bit?" Suddenly, my thigh touched her thigh, and also her underwear. I didn't know what to do. Luckily, my mom said, "Hey, how can you do that?" She then playfully hopped back to her room to change.

Feeling guilty, I slipped away to take a shower. Just as I was halfway through, she knocked urgently on the door, saying she needed to use the restroom. I hesitated, still basking in the pleasure of the skin-to-skin contact. She knocked even more urgently, so I had no choice but to open the door. As soon as she came in, without closing the door, and without caring whether I was watching her or not, she simply and naturally took off her pajama bottoms and underwear and peed.

While she was pulling out toilet paper, she was still looking at me, and I could only stand there dumbfounded, like a child who had done something wrong. I watched as she folded the toilet paper, finished urinating, wiped her thick, dark pubic hair, opened the trash can lid, threw away the toilet paper, flushed, pulled up her underwear, put on her pajama bottoms, and then looked me up and down for a while before saying, "Little brother, you've grown up!" Then she affectionately pinched my cheek and said, "Study hard and don't think too much!"

I didn't know what to say; I just felt my eyes welling up with tears. After that, my relationship with my older sister became the best. However, such abnormal peeping, exposure, and touching no longer occurred. Instead, she would talk to me about more private things, such as nocturnal emission, masturbation, sexual fantasies, etc. At most, once she came to my room wearing only her newly bought underwear and asked me if it looked good. I asked her if she was going to wear it for her boyfriend. She suddenly blushed, and I was very happy for her. Not long after, she got married.

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On the eve of her wedding, my older sister finally fainted around nine o'clock in the evening because of the hard work of the past few days. This incident, happening on the eve of our wedding, threw the whole family into chaos. We had to rush her to the hospital for emergency treatment. After a series of emergency procedures, the doctor said it was nothing serious; she just needed an IV drip, some sedatives, and a bit of rest to recover. He then instructed the family to arrange for her to be hospitalized.

Since my second and third older sisters were studying out of town and couldn't come back in time, and my mother had a heart condition that prevented her from staying in the hospital for an extended period, I was the only one in the family who was relatively okay, so I stayed to take care of my older sister. Because she had been on an IV drip for a long time and had to go to the bathroom many times throughout the night, my eldest sister was drowsy and unsteady on her feet, walking unsteadily. With the IV drip still attached, I had to hold the drip bag and support her as she went to the bathroom. I hung the IV drip bottle on the wall, then half-carried, half-lifted my older sister to the toilet, and then I didn't know what to do.

My sister opened her eyes with difficulty and said, "Brother, can't you help me pee?" I had no choice but to lift her up, lift her skirt, and help her take off her underwear so she could sit down to pee.

While she was urinating, her head and neck were against my chest, and her arm without the IV drip was wrapped around my neck. I struggled to hold her with one arm and brace myself against the wall with the other, and then I just waited quietly for her to finish. After she finished, I had to wipe her, put her pants back on, and help her back to bed. I did this four or five times that night. At the time, I only knew that I had to take good care of my older sister and didn't think about anything else.

With the gradual replenishment of nutrients, her strength slowly returned. By the time she went to the toilet for the fourth time, she was able to speak more clearly, and I didn't have to support her as much. However, because the needle was inserted in the bend of her arm, meaning one arm was immobile, I still had to help her take off her pants, which made me feel embarrassed.

Just then, my sister opened her eyes and looked at me, saying, "Were you the one who helped me just now?" I smiled awkwardly and said, "If not me, then your husband?" After saying that, I saw my sister smile with tears in her eyes, free one hand to pat my head, and hug me for a while!

Because my older sister had an appointment with the makeup artist around 5 or 6 AM, we decided to go home around 3:30 AM and hailed a taxi. As soon as we got home, the whole family started making a ruckus again, running around helping my sister with this and that. I was so annoyed and really wanted to sleep! But I felt uncomfortable because I smelled strongly of medicine and a faint, unpleasant odor of urine.

I took a hasty shower in my bathroom, and finally everyone quieted down. It was around 4 AM. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly heard my older sister calling me softly. I went to her room to see what was wrong.

She said, "Brother, I'm all dirty and want to take a shower. Can you turn on the gas for me?" I went to the balcony to turn on the gas, and was about to go back to my room to sleep when she called me again. I asked her what was wrong. My sister said, "I feel dizzy, and Mom and Dad are asleep. Can you help me wash up?" I didn't quite understand at first and just replied, "Okay!" Then I helped her to her bathroom. She even asked me to go to the balcony and get a plastic chair so she could sit and wash herself.

She took off her dress first, and then asked me to come into the bathroom. I forced myself to stay calm and acted like it was normal, which was exactly what I thought! I saw her sitting and leaning over the sink, wearing only a white bra and panties. After I entered, she asked me to turn on the shower and adjust the water temperature, saying, "Brother, help your sister wash her hair!" Then she leaned back in the chair.

I stood behind her and started rinsing her hair and applying shampoo, and then slowly and carefully washed her hair. As I washed her, she actually fell asleep. I was actually peeking at the edge of her bra while washing her, only seeing a patch of white breasts, so I couldn't concentrate on what I was doing. I even splashed water into her eyes, waking her up, but she just kept her eyes closed.

After I finished rinsing her hair, she sat up straight, covered her chest with her hands for a while, probably considering something, then unhooked her bra and tossed it into the basket, then placed her hands on her underwear belt. I had initially thought she would even take off her underwear, and I was so nervous! All my sleepiness was gone!

But instead, she crossed her hands to protect her breasts, asked me to wet a washcloth and then put on shower gel, and asked me to wash her back. I stood beside her, holding her shoulder with one hand and using the other to wash her back. I slowly and carefully rubbed her shoulders, then moved down her spine. Because of the water's temperature, and perhaps because I was nervous or excited, I felt incredibly hot! My recently changed undershirt was soaked!

I washed her like that for a while, quickly reaching her buttocks. She then stood up and asked me to continue washing her lower back. When she stood up, she freed one hand to hold the basin for me to wash her. She was still wearing underwear, and I didn't know what to do, so I awkwardly washed along the edge of her underwear. Unexpectedly, she said, "Take it off! How can I wash her if she doesn't take it off?" I hesitated for a moment, then took off her underwear.

Because I was squatting next to her, when I was taking off her underwear, my right hand reached behind her to pull down her right waistband, while my left and right hands held her left waistband. I don't remember if I was shaking, but I know that when I pulled down her underwear, her buttocks were clenched very tightly, and her thighs were clenched quite tightly as well! So when I pulled her underwear down to her knees, the crotch of her underwear was still stuck on the inside of her thighs. I thought: She must have been nervous too!

As I pulled her underwear off one of her ankles, I noticed that when she lifted her leg, her knee bent inwards. As she did so, I glimpsed some of her labia and pubic hair deep within her buttocks. I was actually watching very intently, almost greedily! I could only remain calm and continue washing her thighs and ankles. One thing puzzled me: why do women always only cover their breasts at this time and not immediately cover their genitals? Is it a habit? Or have they forgotten?

After washing her back, I forgot what to do next. It was only after she sat down and offered me her hand that I continued washing that I truly didn't know how to proceed. Then my older sister used her other hand to cover her genitals, I suppose?

I washed her neck, shoulders, arms, hands, fingers... step by step, observing her facial reactions. Although she was weak, she looked very comfortable and peaceful.

After washing one hand, I switched to the other. After washing both hands, I didn't know how to do it again. At this point, my sister said, "I can do it myself next time." Then I watched her wash her breasts and genitals. Then she asked me to rinse off the foam, but I just stood there, frozen.

After a moment of hesitation, my older sister spoke to me, "Brother, do you like watching me?" I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there, blushing and scratching my head. Suddenly, her eyes reddened, and she said, "Tomorrow I'll belong to someone else. I might not have the chance to be with you like this again. Just look!" Then she rinsed off all the soap from her body.

Now she no longer covered any part of her body, and I, with tears in my eyes, kept my head down, not daring to look up at her. Seeing my unease, she touched my cheek tenderly and said, "It's okay! There's no one else here, just look!"

I slowly and carefully observed my loving older sister from head to toe. Naturally, I moved closer to her and reached out to hug her. She gently let me hug her. As I buried my face between her soft breasts, my sister gently stroked my head with one hand and patted my back like she was soothing a child with the other.

The scent of her breasts, though not strong, was a rare and delicate fragrance. I looked up at her; she was looking at me too. As if sensing my need, she closed her eyes and nodded. I then acted on my childhood instincts.

When I took her nipple into my mouth, her hand, which had been stroking mine, suddenly tightened into a tight embrace! Her hand, which had been holding me, moved to her buttocks and thighs, vigorously caressing these fleshy and mysterious areas. Encouraged, I knelt down, using every part of my face to touch her pubic hair, finally exploring her warm, moist area with my hands.

But then my sister reacted as if she'd been electrocuted. She shook her head at me with a look of horror in her eyes, pulled me up to stand, took a deep breath, and then smiled at me with forced composure, pointing to my genitals. "Oh! It's all wet! I've already ejaculated!"

My sister rolled her eyes at me, then sat down and began cleaning me up… It was the early morning, and we were being discreet, so we probably weren't discovered. Soon it was dawn.

When she returned that day, she was wearing a pristine white wedding dress, smiling at me. Oh! She was so beautiful! So beautiful!!

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I dare say: everyone has desires, just to varying degrees, even within one's own family! Lust is something that cannot be stopped; the important thing is how to view it when it arises. It is precisely because it is difficult to define rationally that I understand why the causes of incest are beyond human control! Based on my own experience, I believe there must be a very high percentage of incestuous relationships in this society. If you have had such experiences, don't suppress them; why not share them? If we can all approach this with empathy, perhaps we can find a better way to handle it and reduce many regrets!

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