Young sexual awakening, my sister and I were very passionate.

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I'm 25 years old, from an ordinary middle-class family in an inland city. The story is about my older sister and me. She's close in age, only a year older than me. We had a good relationship since childhood, inseparable and playing together, but I won't go into details. My first sinful impulse was due to adolescent impulses, and also related to our family environment. At that time, we lived in the company's staff dormitory, on the fifth floor, in a small apartment. The first time was during the summer vacation of my first year of high school. In the summer, we dressed rather revealingly at home. I often wore shorts, and my sister usually wore trousers and a tank top. More often than not, she wore only underwear when napping. I should say that my sister's beautiful buttocks while sleeping aroused my inappropriate thoughts and triggered my impulse. That afternoon, we were at home, watching TV until we got tired and then fell asleep. I lay on my side on the floor, and my eyes were fixed on her buttocks again; they were tempting me. A pair of underwear was deeply embedded in the cleft of her buttocks, revealing the white, fleshy flesh. I was sleeping next to her, feeling a strong, sinful impulse. The whole incident started with my hands. I reached out my hand to my older sister… My hand trembled, I held my breath, my heart was pounding so fast I could hear it. My mind went blank. I gently placed my hand on her buttocks. She didn't wake up. I became more and more excited and bolder. I could really hear my heart pounding. The feeling was indescribable. Even my first time with my girlfriend wasn't like this. My fingers slowly began to probe inside the side edge of her underwear, cautiously, taking one step and stopping. In my struggle, my fingers couldn't help but become mischievous. I gently probed inside, lightly pulling up the side edge of her underwear, and saw dark pubic hair. My fingers slipped inside, gently touching her vulva. After a while, I became bolder and gently probed my entire palm inside the top edge of her underwear at the waist, slowly, step by step, past her soft buttocks. I sensed she was awake, but remained silent to avoid embarrassment. I boldly tried to seduce her, attempting to slip my hand between her buttocks, but her panties were pressing down on one side, preventing me from fully inserting my hand. I strained to push my hand in, when suddenly my sister rolled over and grabbed the back of my hand, her sharp nails digging into it, leaving a gash. I quickly pulled away, blushing and silent. She glared at me, threatening, "Next time you do that, see what I'll do to you!" Knowing I was in the wrong, I quickly retreated to the living room and didn't return to the room for a long time. For the next few days, I observed her closely, and nothing seemed amiss. I didn't tell my parents, which reassured me somewhat. Summer vacation was long, and I spent most of my time watching TV or sleeping, so my sister's allure remained. After the first time, I started to miss that feeling. Then one afternoon, she was sleeping again. Looking at her plump, white buttocks, I couldn't resist, ignoring my guilt. My penis was hard and painfully erect. I lay down on the floor next to her. When I felt she was fast asleep, I started to approach her buttocks with my hard penis. I got closer and closer. I kept my lower body upright and my upper body at a distance from hers. My penis gently pressed against her buttocks. I felt a surge of intense pleasure. My heart was pounding. I gently and slowly pressed and rubbed against her buttocks. Even now, thinking about that feeling makes me feel inexplicably excited. I slowly felt that she might be waking up, so I stopped moving. Seeing that she didn't turn around or make a sound, I became bolder and tried to touch her breasts. My hand went around to her waist and found the hem of her vest. My hand trembled as I searched upwards, finding her bare chest. I gently touched her soft breasts. My hand trembled, a distorted pleasure arising from the struggle between sin and unrestrained lust. I gently grasped her breasts and gently kneaded them. At this moment, she woke up... I was no longer afraid. I touched her freely, pressing my upper body against hers, elbows on the floor, my other hand constantly touching her breasts and pinching her nipples. I knew she was awake. She kept her eyes tightly closed and didn't make a sound, which made me even bolder, as if I had received tacit approval. I was so excited that I even thought of taking off her pants. When I tried to pull down her pants, my sister suddenly sat up and pushed my hand away, her face flushed. She didn't scold me, but just said, "Stop messing around, let's watch TV." I instantly plummeted from the peak to the trough. It was so painful. This was the beginning of our incestuous relationship. After that incident, I did this frequently. Whenever it was just the two of us at home, I would try to touch her breasts and genitals, finding various ways to arouse her interest. She didn't really resist anymore; at most, she would just push my hand away and continue sleeping, ignoring me. I knew that touching her felt good to her because when I touched her genitals, there was a slippery fluid flowing out. Gradually, this progressed to the point that even when she wasn't asleep, sitting next to me watching TV or reading, my hand would unconsciously reach out from the side and behind, touching her whenever I wanted, until she couldn't take it anymore. I'd simply lift her vest and touch her, sometimes I'd wrap my arms around her waist and forcefully pull her down, rolling around together and freely reaching into her panties to fondle her. She'd hug me, close her eyes, and roll around with me. Later, I could completely pull off her panties and touch her freely. Then, I started excitedly rubbing my hard penis against her vulva, but I didn't dare penetrate. At that point, I felt no guilt, only fear of pregnancy complications, which would be the end of it all. So naive. So I always rubbed her buttocks and vulva, ejaculating on her stomach and thighs, sometimes in my hand. We carefully maintained our boundaries, never penetrating. Only once did I touch her so intensely that she couldn't take it anymore; she used her fingers to part her labia, revealing her small red opening, moaning and wanting me to penetrate her. I didn't dare. At that time, I knew when she had her period, and I'd touch her whenever I had the chance. I was also very familiar with her scent, but I didn't like it. Summer was our peak season; winter wasn't so convenient. By then, we slept in separate beds, and I slept on a sofa bed… in the same room. At night, I'd eagerly await my parents' sleep; it truly felt like a secret affair. When they were sound asleep, I'd sneak into bed. I knew she wasn't asleep; I'd hug her from behind and touch her, rolling around under the covers. A few times I almost gave myself away, but luckily we were careful, and my parents didn't notice. Once, I was so excited that I rubbed against her buttocks a few times and ejaculated. I didn't even have time to use the tissues I'd prepared, and I ended up ejaculating on her thighs. Some semen left stains on the sheets, making me nervous all night, afraid my mother would suspect and recognize me. Luckily, nothing happened, and afterwards I was much more careful. We maintained this relationship until my sister went to study in another city, and later I went to study in Nanjing. Strangely, we broke off contact during those years of studying. Even when we came home for holidays, we would naturally talk about our own love lives and comment on each other's boyfriends and girlfriends, but we lost the courage to be intimate together. We carefully avoided touching that memory. We had grown up, and at that time I still felt guilty and remorseful about the past, thinking that everything was over, and tried hard to eliminate the psychological impact of this matter on us. Time passed quickly, and I graduated and went to Shenzhen in 2002. At that time, my sister was already working in Shenzhen, and I stayed with her when I first arrived. At that time, she was also living with her boyfriend. Later, I moved to the company dormitory, and everything was very normal. On weekends, I would go to her rented place to watch DVDs, go to Xiaomeisha Beach together, etc., everything was normal. Last year during the Spring Festival, train tickets were scarce and the holiday was short, so neither of us went home. My sister had just broken up with her boyfriend and was single, so it was just the two of us for the holiday. Everything seemed normal until a few days before the festival. She was taking a shower in the bathroom when the gas ran out. Unfortunately, her water heater used gas and was installed inside, so she asked me to bring in a gas cylinder to change it. When I went in, the bathroom was steamy. She was wearing a bath towel, and after struggling to change the gas cylinder, she helped me. The towel accidentally fell halfway down, revealing a pair of full breasts. She pretended nothing was wrong, quickly pulled it back up, and left. Afterwards, my mind went blank, filled with those white breasts, an image that wouldn't go away. The familiar temptation returned, and a sinful impulse surged up again; lust once more challenged my reason. She slept in the other room that night, and I couldn't fall asleep. A familiar yet unfamiliar body was drawing me in. I felt a little awkward those two days, and she sensed it too. We tried to keep our distance; reason and desire were at war. We spent Chinese New Year with a large group of classmates and friends at a friend's house, and it was quite enjoyable. On the first night of the new year, the two of us watched TV in the living room until very late. She said she was sleepy and went to her room. She was wearing a tight pink nightgown; her buttocks looked rounder. She looked more mature than before, a mature woman. My heart was pounding, and the sinful impulse returned. Even late at night, I kept the TV on in the living room, my mind filled with thoughts of how to seduce her and make love to her. The TV was on. I stood in the doorway. My sister was asleep on her side in bed, the light dim. I figured she wasn't asleep. I hesitated, wanting to go in, but what if she refused? How would I face her then? We weren't little kids anymore. My sister's full breasts and buttocks attracted me. I made up my mind… to go in. I quietly took off my outer pants, leaving only a long pair of tight-fitting pants. I turned off the TV, but left the living room light on, and the bedroom door ajar. This way I could see my sister's body clearly. The light wasn't very bright. I sat down gently, struggling internally, and finally reached out and gently placed my hand on her waist. She didn't resist.Yes, everything was back. My hands were sinful, unrestrained, searching, teasing. I gently lifted her blanket and pressed myself tightly against my sister, my penis pressing against her genitals. My hands gently caressed her through her pajamas. My heart was pounding. I waited to observe her reaction. Suddenly, my sister rolled over and hugged me tightly! The feeling was back!! We rolled around together, panting heavily. Everything was crazy. I was so excited. All I could think about was that I could finally truly enter my sister's body. I pulled down her pants, caressed her, hugged her, my penis pressing against her. My sister guided my penis to the entrance, and as I sank in, a warm, soft feeling enveloped me. We didn't change positions; I was on top of her, thrusting wildly, her nipple in my mouth, listening to her moans. Everything was familiar yet strange. It was only a few minutes of frenzy and madness before I ejaculated quickly, inside her, holding it tightly. For a long time, we didn't speak, just held each other, feeling a mix of guilt, satisfaction, and a strange sense of shame. Later, she removed my hand, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to wash up. I lay lazily in bed, thinking about how to talk to her later. My sister came in and just told me to take a shower. I showered and came back into the room. She said, "Why don't you go sleep in the other room?" I didn't insist and went to the other room to sleep for the night. The next day, we acted as if nothing had happened. During the day, we went out to eat and sing karaoke with our friends as usual. At night, I would turn off the lights, sneak over, and climb into her bed to have sex with her. We did it every night for those few nights, often twice before bed, once when we woke up in the middle of the night, and once when we woke up in the morning. I simply stayed overnight in her room every night. Unlike before, after so many years, we had both dated and had boyfriends/girlfriends, and had a lot of sexual experience, so we were very bold. We tried all sorts of positions, standing, lying down, with the lights on, and with the lights off. However, when I tried to kiss her genitals, she firmly refused and wouldn't give me oral sex, and I didn't bring it up. In the days leading up to my return to work, we would stay in bed during the day, watching DVDs and pornographic films, and having sex whenever we felt like it. It was very crazy. The New Year passed like this. After my girlfriend returned from her hometown, our opportunities to secretly have sex decreased significantly. My girlfriend was very strict with me, clinging to me all the time. But whenever I had the chance, I would go to my sister's house. If it was just the two of us at home, I would make love. Sometimes when I went there, she would be busy in the kitchen, and I would hug her from behind and have a passionate encounter. My girlfriend just thought I was at my sister's house and didn't think about these things. We did this secretly for a long time. In August, my sister got a new boyfriend from Northeast China, and soon they moved in together. After she got a boyfriend, my opportunities decreased, and I went to see her less often. A few times, she wasn't very willing and asked me to stop this abnormal thing. Because I had a girlfriend and a sex life, I felt sorry for her, and I was also afraid of being exposed. I felt guilty and remorseful, so I gradually did less and less. In March of this year, after my sister got engaged to her boyfriend from Northeast China, I never had sex with my sister again. We tried hard to slowly forget about it.

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