My sister and I ultimately couldn't resist the temptation of incest.

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All along, I've told myself to restrain myself, to restrain my selfish desires even more.

But I failed, I failed, a melancholy like mist...

I hated myself, I wept for the lost sanctity of family, tears streaming

down my face as I washed away yesterday's memories. Finally, even the raging torrent of water carried a single, glistening tear to the corner of my eye.

I failed, I cried, tears of self-reproach blurring the

warm .

I had no heart to hold up that new umbrella, no heart...

The cool breeze and drizzle continued, the sorrow lingered, my vision blurred with the distance, I could no longer hold back my liquefied

emotions, letting them flow into a bitter, salty stream... At this moment, I realized how shameless and

despicable I was...

If it weren't for the invitation from the forum leaders, if it weren't for the expectations of so many members, I don't think I would have brought up what happened

yesterday . I disappointed you all, I accept your contempt and curses.

Perhaps I shouldn't have applied for this business trip. If it weren't for this trip, I wouldn't have taken the opportunity to visit my

hometown where I was born and raised, I wouldn't have met my sister who had done so much for me, and this

absurd thing that I will regret for the rest of my life wouldn't have happened.

My older sister holds a more important place in my life and in my heart than my mother. From as far back as I can remember

, my mother rarely interfered in my affairs; my sister took care of everything for me—my studies, my daily life, even my clothes.

We were very close, and I even swore to myself as a young child that I would marry her.

Whenever I made a mistake and was beaten by my father, my sister was always the first

to step in and was very accommodating. Whatever I wanted, she always found a way to fulfill it.

As grew older, I developed a curiosity about women's bodies and constantly bothered my sister. She never

refused me; she always tolerated my various rudenesses. I loved looking at her body because her

skin was so fair and smooth. I loved watching her use the toilet, squatting opposite her, watching her genitals, which looked

like a small steamed bun with a slit in the middle. The clear, glistening urine that spilled onto the ground was like a wordless

song, so beautiful and alluring. Her tender, lotus-root-like arms and legs still evoke endless

memories and sweetness in me. When my sister got a little older, short, yellowish pubic hair started growing down her genitals.

From then on, she started avoiding me, but I always managed to see and touch that place that I so

longed for . When she did her homework, I would go behind her, lift her clothes, and

rub my penis against her smooth, white skin. I would also move around to the front and touch the slight bulge of her breasts

, which always made her seem a little restless.

Later, my sister dropped out of school because our family couldn't afford to send two children to school, so she went out to work. I stayed home

alone study, but my longing for my sister and the unspeakable desire grew like weeds

. Later, every time I masturbated, I would fantasize that my sister was beside me. Although I knew I was obsessed, I couldn't control myself.

As I closed my eyes, my sister's smooth, white skin, and her tender, lotus-root-like arms and

legs would appear in my mind. Even without masturbating, just imagining it was enough to bring me to a state of blissful

arousal.

Then, when I received my university acceptance letter, my sister came. My sister works very hard away from home.

Every time she gets paid, she only keeps a small portion for herself and sends the rest to me. She even bears her illnesses alone. So

, my feelings for my sister go beyond just familial gratitude; I also feel a goddess-like awe. But these feelings weren't enough to stop

the demons in my heart. One evening, I reached out my claws to my sister again. This time, it seemed like she was rewarding

me, as she didn't refuse. When I reached down to touch her pubic hair, she deliberately sucked in her lower abdomen, allowing me to

easily reach down. The pubic hair had grown longer. In comparison, what grew the fastest was my sister's breasts. They were no longer just

slightly raised, but large, round, and firm, soft and comfortable to touch. Her nipples were hard, and she

was starting to . But our good time didn't last long; my mother pushed open the door and ruined our plans. My sister went

into her room, her face flushed, while I went to the main room to visit relatives and friends. While I was being intimate with my sister, I told her to leave

the door open for me that night. She didn't say anything. But after my parents fell asleep, I went to my sister's room, and she wouldn't open the door. It seems my sister

either forgot or deliberately left the door open.

The next day, my parents were out raising money for tuition, leaving my sister and me at home alone. I

went straight to her and hugged her, asking why she hadn't left the door open the night before. Her face flushed slightly, and she gently

asked what I wanted to do. I didn't dare answer. Did I have to say, "I want to sleep with you"? I really

didn't dare. I just kissed her and started touching her all over. Not knowing how to take off her bra, I forcefully pulled it up.

That's when I saw my sister's breasts—they were so big, perky, round, and soft. Her nipples were a bit big and

hard. I didn't know why this was, because people usually describe a virgin's nipples as cherries or grapes

. On the contrary, my sister's nipples were bigger than grapes, dry and hard. Because I was holding her waist with both hands,

I could only suckle her nipples vigorously. My sister was wearing jeans, which were tight and difficult to take off, so I rubbed

them through her clothes. At the time, I wasn't very familiar with women's genitals, so I touched them all over. I remember

that not long after, I don't know what happened, my sister seemed to be in pain, she groaned, and seemed to be unable to stand. I

quickly supported her and stopped what I was doing. I asked my sister what was wrong, but she didn't say anything, her face was red.

I was scared at the time, so I didn't do anything more. Thinking about it now, it's a little funny. Later, in college, whenever I encountered

difficulties , I could always solve them easily, because every time I closed my eyes and imagined being intimate with my sister,

I felt confident and that nothing was insurmountable.

Things should have ended perfectly here, but I don't know what came over me. My

lust got the better of me, and I kept fantasizing about my sister lying before me, her body exposed, moaning shyly…

Every time I thought of her milky skin, her shapely lower body, and her tender, watery eyes,

after reaching climax, I would be filled with remorse, beating myself for treating her like that…

Finally, this time, my selfishness led me to apply for this business trip. It was close to home, and I thought I could visit

my sister while I was there. Little did I know that this trip home would fulfill a dream etched in my heart for so many years.

With lust in my heart, I drove to the familiar countryside, where many people were busy in the fields…

A figure was busy watering the fields. It seemed the weather had been bad; there had been a drought for many days. I arrived at my sister's house, but no one was home.

I asked a neighbor, who gave me a suspicious look, then glanced at the car, probably wondering if they had

relatives in the city driving a car. I ignored them and hurried along the road the neighbor had pointed out.

In the distance, I saw a figure in the field. I hadn't seen her for many years, but I recognized her immediately. Perhaps

family is family; you can recognize someone anytime, anywhere. I got out of the car, took off my shoes

and coat, and walked towards my sister. As I got closer, I saw her. Her hands were no longer as smooth and white as before,

and her face bore the marks of sun exposure. Her coat was loose, and she was bent over, busy working. I could see

her still-white neck and full, white breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra. My lower body almost instantly

swelled up; this was the place that had haunted my dreams for so many years. I thought I was about to have a nosebleed. My sister seemed to sense something,

paused for a moment, then stood up. She saw me and froze. Neither of us spoke, but I

saw the tenderness still in her eyes. But, pathetically, my eyes welled up with tears. I

had let her down. Hadn't I sworn to give her a good life? Although I couldn't promise to marry

her like I did in childhood, I still tried my best to help her. But what had I done all these years? I

…

A wave of regret washed over me. My feelings for my sister were instantly unearthed. No matter how

prosperous , how could it wash away the deep longing for her in my heart?

I had never imagined, never dared to imagine, that loving someone could be so deep, so painful, so heartbreaking,

so exhausting.

But at the same time, I was fortunate, because we were still together, and it wasn't too late. After all, those childhood

days had brought joy, fond memories, and those beautiful moments of strolling hand in hand.

Thinking about the past, I felt an indescribable feeling. If I had to describe it in one sentence,

perhaps "pain and joy intertwined" would be more fitting.

I could no longer control my overwhelming emotions. Perhaps trying to hide my tears, I rushed forward

and hugged my sister. She instinctively pushed me away, just a gentle push, and then burst into tears.

We stood there, embracing, oblivious to the sweltering heat, oblivious to everything else, only knowing that I loved my sister,

and she loved me.

When we calmed down, my sister told me that her husband had gone out to work, and

she was doing all the work in the fields and at home. There weren't many able-bodied people in the village, so there wasn't really a question of who was helping whom. Hearing this, my heart ached.

A small water pump, irrigating so many fields—how long would it take? I made a decision instantly, pulled my sister

into the car, and turned on the air conditioning. At first, she didn't want to sit in the car, saying she was dirty, but seeing my determined look,

she stayed put. I was alone in the field, picking up all the small water pipes—the broken pieces

—and throwing them away. I also put away the small water pump. My sister knew what I was going to do and

didn't stop me; she just sobbed softly in the car. I took her home, and she cooked for me.

I stayed in the

field until we got home. She had already prepared the meal. I told her that after dinner we should go back to the field and water the plants

. She nodded and said, "Xiao Jie has become successful. I have someone to rely on now..."

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