A Wrong Start

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"Splash!" The torrential rain poured down relentlessly, splashing water half a meter high onto the uneven cement ground. The rudimentary drainage system was no match for the swift current, and the floodwaters rose higher and higher, forcing me to slow down from my frantic run. I kept wiping the water droplets from my eyes with my right hand, and the cold, damp wind made it almost impossible to breathe. Sigh... I should have listened to my sister and brought an umbrella.
The short distance of a few hundred meters suddenly felt incredibly long. Finally, after a few minutes, I saw the familiar iron gate. I pulled out my key and rushed inside at top speed, slamming the door shut behind me. "Bang!" A loud metallic clang echoed behind me. I braced myself on my knees, panting heavily.
"Xiaoxin?" A startled voice called out. I slowly looked up and saw my sister standing in the kitchen doorway, staring at me in astonishment, clearly shaken by the slamming door. After seeing my disheveled state, she immediately ran over and helped me up. "Honestly, I told you it was going to rain heavily today, but you didn't bring an umbrella, even though you're not feeling well," my sister complained, starting to take off my wet clothes that clung to my body. Looking at the expression of anger and heartache on my sister's delicate face, a sweet feeling welled up in my heart.
At that moment, the heavy rain outside the window seemed to cut off the connection between time and space, and the whole world consisted only of my sister and me.
There are four people in our family: my parents, my sister, and me. My mother works as a manager at a hotel and often doesn't come home until one or two in the morning. At first, my father took care of us at home, until last year, when my sister, who is two years older than me, was able to take care of me completely, she went to work in another city and could only come back once every one or two months. At first, I didn't understand why my father insisted on going to such a far place to earn money, until one time when my father came home and argued with my mother, who was in a bad mood, I learned that my father's previous job paid less than half of my mother's.
From then on, it was just my sister and me at home. When my mother came home, I was already fast asleep, and when I got up for school in the morning, she was still asleep. I had a deep attachment to my sister, not only because of her meticulous care, but also because of an illness I had when I was little.
Around seven or eight years old, I contracted an infectious disease (I only learned later it was hepatitis B). I was weak all over and vomited everything I ate. For the next few years, I had to go to the hospital every day at 6:30 for injections and take extremely bitter traditional Chinese medicine. If it were just these things, it wouldn't be so bad; after all, I gradually got used to it and could grit my teeth and endure it. What was terrible was that this disease was incurable and contagious for life… After I got sick, my parents prepared a special set of things for me. They always served me my food first, not letting me pick it up myself. I couldn't use other people's towels for bathing, and even my clothes were washed separately. They repeatedly emphasized that I shouldn't tell outsiders about my illness. I knew my parents were doing the right thing, but it also made me unconsciously feel different from others. Because of my illness, I dared not make friends. Although I never told them, I was still afraid that one day they would find out the truth and hate me. I became increasingly withdrawn, and I was terrified of being rejected, so I eventually rejected everyone. I especially hated family gatherings during holidays. Watching everyone laughing and chatting at the table, I could only hold my own bowl and eat silently to the side. Eventually, even when eating with my parents, I would wait until they had served their food before leaving them and eating in my room. Only my sister didn't treat me like an outsider. She didn't mind physical contact with me at all. Every time she saw me hiding in my room to eat, she would follow me in with her bowl, and even eat what I couldn't finish. She would wash my clothes with me and let me use her towel. Although I repeatedly told her that I would infect her and asked her to stay away from me, she never listened. She would just smile and say it was okay, and then continue to care for and look after me as always. Whenever I chose to escape because of my illness, she would always silently stay by my side, looking at me with beautiful eyes full of heartache. Gradually, I found myself not rejecting her as much anymore. Instead, I looked forward to being with her every day, especially after Dad went out to work in the gold rush. Being alone at home with my sister, I completely let go of my burdens. I loved this home with just the two of us, so even if it were raining knives, I'd come back immediately. Because my sister was here; she was my whole world.
"What are you daydreaming about? Lift your legs up!" A gentle scolding snapped me out of my reverie. I looked down and saw my sister squatting on the floor, struggling to pull down my pants. I quickly lifted my legs to cooperate. Her soft fingers occasionally brushed against my skin, tickling and smooth—it felt indescribably good. Finally, her hand slipped inside my underwear and started pulling it down, but she only pulled it down a little before letting go. I looked at her in confusion, only to see her eyes half-closed. "Alright, go take a hot shower, don't catch a cold!" My sister patted my bottom, stood up, and went back to the kitchen.
Still savoring the feeling, I went into the bathroom, took off my shorts, and turned on the shower. As the warm water slowly warmed my icy body, I breathed a sigh of relief. My tense body began to relax, from my head to my chest and then to my lower abdomen. Lower abdomen!? Huh? Why is my lower abdomen so tight? Noticing the abnormality, I quickly looked down. And what?! My penis was erect!? Because of my childhood experiences, I was particularly sensitive and fearful of this unfamiliar physical phenomenon, and I instantly panicked. At this moment, the urge to urinate, which I had been holding in all the way, began to rise. I tried to relieve myself on the spot, but found that I couldn't pee, which made me even more panicked. "Sis! Sis!" I rushed out without even turning off the water.
"What's wrong?" My sister poked half her body out from the kitchen.
"I... I can't pee, my penis has gotten bigger!" My voice trembled with fear.
"It's gotten bigger, and you can't pee?" My sister seemed confused. Seeing that I was naked and still wet, she quickly went to the sofa, grabbed a coat, and covered me.
"Yes, yes, look." I quickly pointed to my hard little penis. My sister's gaze followed my finger downwards. She frowned, then moved in front of me, squatted down, and slowly and carefully pressed the head of my penis with her finger, asking if it hurt.
I carefully felt it and replied, "It doesn't hurt, it's just a little itchy."
My sister didn't say anything more and started moving it up and down, occasionally glancing up to check my reaction. Gradually, my penis started to feel tingly and numb, which I found somewhat enjoyable. Because my sister was there, I became less flustered and started paying more attention to her.
To make cooking easier, my sister had her long hair tied in a ponytail and was only wearing a light blue knee-length dress. With her delicate and pretty face, she had a faint, pure air about her. Because of the squatting posture, the hem of my skirt, which was originally draped over my knees, rode up, revealing my snow-white thighs. Seeing this, my penis inexplicably became even harder, and my previously relaxed heart jumped again.
"Sis, what's wrong? I can't pee, am I going to die from holding it in?"
"It's okay, don't be afraid, it's probably just swollen, there's something dirty inside, it'll be fine once it's squeezed out." My sister, after examining me for a while, gave her conclusion.
"Then sis, you squeeze it. Will it hurt?" I had blind trust in my sister; my only worry was whether it would hurt.
"Just a little bit." My sister pointed to the small pimple she had squeezed on her left cheek not long ago; the skin had mostly healed. Just a little bit? I remembered the way my sister looked, biting her lip and frowning, when she squeezed my pimple last time. Just as I was about to speak, I saw her grab the base of my penis with her right hand, squeeze it tightly, and then slowly rub it outwards along the shaft, repeating this over and over. Her hand was warm and soft, and since I had just rinsed, my penis was slippery enough, so I didn't feel any pain. On the contrary, the tingling sensation was even stronger and kept spreading.
With my sister's effort, a clear liquid was squeezed out of the head of my penis—probably the "dirty water" she'd mentioned. She saw it, of course, and with a smirk, began squeezing even harder. I was already holding it in, and the pleasurable sensation from her squeezing was now spreading to my lower abdomen, making the urge to urinate even stronger. I was afraid of peeing on her and thought I should tell her to stop, but the pleasurable feeling made me not want to stop. I figured my penis was still hard, and I wouldn't pee... My sister's movements became more and more exaggerated; the hem of her skirt, which had been draped over her thighs, was swept up to her waist, revealing a pair of white cotton panties stretched taut by her squatting posture. My attention was immediately drawn to them. Although subconsciously I felt I shouldn't look at my sister's private parts, for some reason I couldn't control myself. I could only continue looking deeper between her legs. When a small, hard slit squeezed out from between her tight white panties was clearly visible, an uncontrollable stimulation surged through my body like an electric current, and the urge to urinate became uncontrollable. Oh no! My sister is going to scold me! After the tension and annoyance, my mind went blank... I saw white pus, accompanied by the pleasure of my body, spurting forward from the head of my penis.
"Ah!" My sister instinctively tried to cover herself with her hand, but the first spurt was too sudden and still sprayed onto her face. Most of the rest sprayed onto her hands, continuing for several seconds before stopping.
Strange, why is it this kind of urine? This was my first reaction after coming back to my senses. I was about to ask my sister when I saw her quickly stand up and run to the toilet. Only then did I remember what I had just done, and my heart was filled with guilt and self-reproach. My sister was so good to me, and yet... I lowered my head in shame, seeing that my penis had gradually returned to normal. It should be healed now. For some reason, I didn't feel much joy, but rather immense disappointment. What
relieved me was that my sister didn't get angry when she came out; she just glanced at my penis, then pinched her nose with one hand and pushed me into the bathroom with the other.
That night, I lay in bed, dazed and confused. All night I was immersed in a strange atmosphere, vaguely sensing something I couldn't grasp, and not knowing what to think about. Even when my sister, whom I cared about most, asked me questions during dinner, I gave only half-hearted replies. Was my penis healed? But why was this kind of problem so enjoyable to treat? It must be thanks to my sister. I suddenly remembered the scene of my sister squeezing it for me that afternoon, and my hand unconsciously reached for my genitals. And it... it had gotten bigger again. I jumped off the bed with a "whoosh," running to my sister's bedroom without even putting on my shoes. At this moment, I wasn't worried about a relapse; instead, I was incredibly excited.
My older sister, who was wearing a nightgown and getting ready for bed, was momentarily startled when she saw my erect penis again, but quickly calmed down. She tore some toilet paper from the bedside table, glared at me, and then continued her afternoon squeezing.
(II)
For three consecutive days, my penis kept acting up, and my sister kept repeating the previous squeezing. However, she gradually mastered some techniques to make the discharge come out faster, such as pressing the head of my penis with her thumb, and squeezing slowly at first and then faster, although she felt that these were all a bit illogical. I felt that this was fine, but my sister thought that continuing like this was not a solution. My sister and I didn't dare to ask Mom, as we both felt that this was not a good thing. Today is Saturday, and school is on holiday. After making me breakfast this morning, my sister went to her good friend Xiaoling's house, saying that Xiaoling knew a lot and should know what was going on. With
mixed feelings, I sat on the sofa staring blankly at the TV. I didn't even react until I heard the door close when Mom left for work and greeted me. I waited until 3 PM before I heard the door open and followed by light footsteps. My sister was back. I turned around and saw her changing into slippers. Today, she wasn't wearing a ponytail; her long hair hung down naturally. She wore a white short-sleeved shirt and a dark red skirt—a somewhat mature outfit. Combined with her slender figure, which was mostly developed, if you didn't notice her slightly youthful face, you might mistake her for a career woman. It was a bit chilly today, and she was wearing black opaque stockings, which added to her allure. As she approached, I noticed her face was flushed, and her eyes darted away, avoiding my gaze. This was the first time I'd seen her like this, and I suddenly didn't know what to say. After sitting down next to me, she remained silent, lowering her head to count on her fingers.
"I was wrong before..." I don't know how much time passed before, but just as I was dozing off, she suddenly spoke, though her voice was very soft. Luckily, I was close enough that I wouldn't have heard her.
"Where... I'm wrong..." I was a little worried. After all, that matter was very tempting, and I was really afraid that today's outcome would be the end of it all.
"You're using the wrong place. It should be using..." My sister said hesitantly, her finger waving upwards, as if she wanted to point to her mouth. Sucking it out with her mouth? I was thinking this when I saw my sister's finger move elsewhere, seemingly not pointing to her mouth. This made me anxious, because this result was very important to me. My sister also noticed that I was getting restless. Suddenly, as if she had made up her mind, she withdrew her outstretched index finger, clenched her fist, and squeezed out three words with difficulty, "Use down there."
Whew... Thank goodness it wasn't her mouth. After all, it's the place where you pee, and it would feel strange if she actually put it in her sister's mouth. But down there? "Sis, what do you mean by down there?"
My sister's face turned bright red. She turned her face to the side, but put her hand on her stomach and pointed downwards. My sister's pointing gesture seemed casual and vague to me, but seeing her strange expression, I didn't dare ask further and could only follow her gaze downwards. A flat stomach was hidden by a deep red skirt, followed by rounded thighs tightly encased in black opaque stockings, then calves, and finally, my gaze settled on my sister's stockinged feet in red slippers...
My sister's two stockinged feet had stomped out dirty water... Thinking of this, my penis instantly became aroused again.
"Sis, I... I've gotten bigger again," I suddenly felt embarrassed to tell my sister this in this unusual atmosphere.
"Hmm..." My sister still turned her head, responding with a snort, followed by a few seconds of silence. "Let's go to my room," my sister said softly, getting up and walking towards the bedroom, without glancing at me once. I was completely baffled by my sister's behavior today, but without hesitation, I followed her into her bedroom.
"Swish!" The curtains were drawn shut, instantly plunging the once bright room into darkness. After slipping on her slippers and getting into bed, she lay down and turned to find me frozen in the doorway. She waited a moment, and seeing I still hadn't moved, she reached up and lifted the hem of her short skirt to her stomach, then slipped her hands into a black elastic band around her waist—it was pantyhose. "Xiaoxin, you...do it yourself." Her voice trembled slightly, and her hands inexplicably withdrew. Faced with my sister's unusual behavior, I was filled with confusion. I looked up at her, but her eyes were closed, and in the darkness, I couldn't see her expression. She had been the one in charge all along; I didn't know what "do it myself" meant, but since she had said so, I had to try. I climbed onto the bed, took off my pants, and carefully knelt directly beneath my sister's legs.
I tried to recall her usual pre-wedding preparations; right, she needed toilet paper. "Sis, where's the toilet paper?" I asked.
"This time... no paper..." My sister's voice seemed to come from a great distance.
"No need? Aren't you afraid of getting it dirty? My sister is usually very clean." I didn't understand, so I didn't think about it too much. After all, treating my little penis was the most important thing. So, I reached my hands towards my sister's two small feet clad in black stockings. The moment I touched them, I clearly felt my sister's feet tremble slightly, but she didn't say anything to stop me, so I continued to hold both feet completely. The stockings felt smooth, and the feet inside felt soft to hold. I could see them but couldn't see through them, I could touch them but couldn't touch them completely. I was stimulated by this mysterious sexiness, and my blood rushed to my head. Instinctively, I stuffed my hard little penis between my sister's two legs and moved it back and forth. But since it was my first time doing this, my movements were clumsy and awkward. I always felt that my strength was wrong, and it wasn't as comfortable as when my sister did it. So I looked up and wanted to ask my sister for help, but I found that she had somehow propped herself up and was sitting up, her mouth open, looking at my little penis moving between her legs with a surprised expression. Seeing me looking at her, she immediately turned her head away, seemingly ignoring me. So I gave up on asking for help, lowered my head, and continued thrusting, but increased the speed to the extreme, partly out of spite. But soon I ran out of energy, and my movements gradually slowed down... I decided to surrender, so I looked up again and saw my sister still sitting in the same position, looking at me with a half-smile.
"You little fool!" my sister laughed and scolded me, then moved forward and lay back on the bed. Then, my penis, still between my sister's legs, was suddenly squeezed tightly and began to slowly rub back and forth. My sister was finally willing to help me...
In the dim light, my sister's legs, tightly wrapped in black stockings, kept bending and straightening, her soft, smooth little feet rubbing my hard penis, and occasionally using one foot to stomp and knead the head of my penis. The pleasurable feeling returned, stronger than ever before. I couldn't help but groan. My sister clearly knew what that sound meant; she increased the speed of her thrusts and penetrated deeper, her soles rubbing against my lower abdomen each time, making me feel both pleasure and itch. Finally, after my sister pressed her foot harder against the head of my penis, I couldn't hold back any longer, and spurts of semi-white, semi-transparent fluid gushed out... onto the sheets, my sister's stockinged legs, and the sole of her foot that was pressing on the head of my penis.

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