The taste of my sister

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The Scent of My Sister: This is a story between my sister and me. Although several years have passed and my sister is now married, I still cherish the memories of our courtship. That's why I wrote this article to commemorate those bygone days of youth. I clearly remember that I was 16 years old, and my only sister, Xiaotang, was 18, having just started university. Because my sister was quite beautiful from a young age, it was natural for me to use her as my primary object of sexual fantasy after entering puberty. My sister and I had a very close relationship since childhood. I remember when my sister was 12, we would still bathe together. When she was 13, her body began to develop. At our parents' insistence, we stopped bathing together, as we couldn't wait to shower during the day. By the time she was 16, my sister had blossomed into a beautiful and captivating beauty. At that time, I would often sneakily smell her underwear after showering in the bathroom and use it to masturbate. Of course, I wouldn't ejaculate on my sister's underwear like in those erotic novels—that would be too outrageous, and she'd definitely get caught. Actually, my sister is quite sexually active; I once found several erotic comics in her room, with very explicit and explicit sexual descriptions. Even I, a guy, felt a little embarrassed reading them. Later, I often looked through my sister's erotic comics whenever I had free time, and she eventually found out, but she tacitly approved of my behavior.Later, I learned to use the internet, and for a long time, I constantly browsed various incestuous novels online. I don't know why, although I'd met some girls even more beautiful than my sister, I always felt a special sexual attraction to her. Later, I researched online and learned that there could be a special sexual attraction between blood relatives. In daily life, I often made unwanted physical advances towards my sister. She didn't seem particularly offended; she just thought I was joking. Although I felt that incest was immoral, I couldn't shake off my deep-seated Oedipus complex. I often fantasized about having sex with my biological sister someday! Even when masturbating, fantasizing about her gave me stronger sexual pleasure and satisfaction. But for a long time, these were just my imaginations. My sister went to university at 18, and the university was located in our city. So she didn't need to live in the university dormitory and usually lived at home. I was very happy about this because it meant I wouldn't have to be separated from my sister anymore. During high school, my parents were quite strict, so my older sister never dated. After starting university, my sister, whose sexual desires had already awakened, quickly found a boyfriend. However, my parents didn't know about this. One day, while rummaging through my sister's bag, I found a box of condoms. After discovering my sister's secret, I felt quite lost because my sister had given her virginity to another man. However, deep down, I still longed to possess my sister's body. More importantly, since my sister got a boyfriend, I felt intense jealousy. It felt like my sister, who originally belonged only to me, had been forcibly taken away by someone else. Later, I couldn't resist buying some hidden cameras and secretly filming my sister while she was showering. At first, I struggled a bit, feeling that I had done something very immoral to my sister. But when I saw my sister's mature and beautiful body, my guilt completely disappeared. Since we stopped showering together, I hadn't seen my sister's body for a long time, and I couldn't believe how mature and beautiful her body had become. Her plump breasts and the thick, shiny black forest below made my breathing quicken. However, my relationship with my sister remained stagnant until an incident occurred that changed everything. One weekend during the summer vacation of 2009, my parents went to my maternal grandparents' house in the countryside to pay their respects, leaving only my sister and me at home. After cooking dinner, I went to her room to call her out for dinner, but I overheard her talking to her boyfriend. Her boyfriend, knowing that my parents were out, wanted to come to my house and spend the night with my sister. My sister refused to stay overnight but agreed to let him come over. At that moment, I thought to myself that the two of them, alone together, would definitely have sex. Sure enough, after dinner, my sister gave me 100 yuan and told me to go to the movies with my classmates that night. I knew her true intentions, so I pretended to agree and said that after the movie I would go to a classmate's house and probably not be home until after 11 pm. Afterward, I didn't go to the movie at all. I wandered around the streets alone for two hours, and then, seeing that it was getting late, I decided to sneak back home. Before opening the door, I pressed my ear against it to eavesdrop on what was happening inside. After confirming no one was in the living room, I cautiously opened the door. Then, I tiptoed to my sister's bedroom door. Even before I got close, I could clearly hear her moaning. She and her boyfriend were making love passionately in the room. She had the door tightly shut, and I could only peek through the keyhole (luckily, the opening was relatively large). I could vaguely see her straddling her boyfriend, her full breasts bouncing up and down, her nipples red like two ripe strawberries. I never imagined my usually quiet and dignified sister could be so seductive in bed! While not as exaggerated as in porn, her moans were certainly lewd enough to make me blush and my penis harden, almost ejaculating in my pants! I watched, listened, and masturbated outside the door. Their movements were very intense; I could hear the wet, squelching sounds even through the door. They maintained the woman-on-top position, the man vigorously caressing my sister's full, round buttocks while grabbing her left breast and sucking on her rosy nipple. As my sister approached orgasm, her moans grew louder and louder, then suddenly stopped. I vaguely saw her body tense up, her head tilted back. I guessed she was experiencing intense pleasure from the orgasm. About ten seconds later, I heard her let out a long, heavy breath. From the breath, I could tell she had achieved intense sexual satisfaction. At the same time, I also experienced unprecedented pleasure while masturbating, white semen gushing from my glans (thankfully, I had tissues). To avoid being discovered by my sister, I quietly went outside and wandered around the street several times. The recent sexual encounter left me deeply disturbed, my mind racing with unsettling thoughts. My desire didn't completely subside until midnight. When I got home, I found my sister still awake, watching a late-night movie on the sofa in the living room. She asked me insincere questions like, "Why are you so late?" and "Was the movie good?" I made up some lies to brush her off. After showering, it was already 1 a.m., and my sister had gone to her room to sleep. I went to my room to rest too, but the image of my sister and her boyfriend making love kept replaying in my mind. I was truly jealous of her boyfriend; he could openly possess her body. As her younger brother, I was forced to bury my feelings for her deepest within myself, bound by moral constraints. At 2 a.m., I still couldn't sleep, so I got up to go to the bathroom. Passing by my sister's room, I was reminded again of the scene of her and her boyfriend making love. My sister usually doesn't lock the door when she sleeps, but somehow, I found myself reaching out and gently opening it. In the dim light, I could see her sleeping peacefully in bed, covered only by a thin sheet. I quietly moved to her side and tentatively touched her calf with my fingertip. Seeing no reaction, I suddenly felt a surge of lust and decided to rape my own sister. My mind was filled with images of her beautiful, alluring body, but I maintained my composure. I then tentatively touched her thigh with my palm, finding her indeed sound asleep. My courage grew. Gradually, my hand moved upwards. My hand reached her buttocks. I slipped my fingers under the crotch of her underwear and immediately touched her genitals. Wow~A soft, warm, furry patch of flesh! I was incredibly excited, and my little brother immediately bulged in my pants! After caressing her for a while, I grew bolder and gently lifted my sister's buttocks, slowly pulling her panties down past her knees, leaving them hanging on her slender calves. My sister was probably too tired (she had just exhausted herself), and was sleeping very soundly. Even after I took off her panties, she didn't feel a thing! I was quite surprised. Of course, I was mostly delighted. I gently spread my sister's thighs apart, creating a small angle, but enough to expose her private parts. My left hand slipped between her legs, pressing against her soft, full labia, kneading and caressing them with abandon. Ah, so comfortable! So pleasurable! I felt an increasingly intense pleasure rising from my lower body, shooting straight to my head. My sister's pubic hair was very thick, forming an inverted triangle below her high mons pubis. The fine, slightly curved downy hair grew densely on both sides of her labia majora, feeling as if her vulva was covered by a thin veil. I patiently smoothed out her pubic hair, preventing it from tangling, and then used two fingers to gently pry open her labia majora (oh, they felt so elastic!). A vibrant flesh-colored expanse came into view: the labia minora were pink, thin, and tender; the edges of the vaginal opening were moist and smooth, slightly concave, about the size of one of my fingers; the surrounding red flesh was extremely delicate and seemed to be full of moisture, as if a pinch would squeeze out nectar! There was also a small, flesh-colored pearl—the clitoris, a girl's most sensitive spot. I couldn't resist gently inserting my right middle finger into my sister's vagina. With the tip of my finger going in first, I could clearly feel the tension, warmth, and slipperiness of the vaginal opening. Slowly, half a finger went in. The soft, fleshy walls gripped my finger tightly; the feeling was truly amazing. At first, I was a little worried that inserting it too deep might poke my finger into my sister's uterus (I do know quite a bit about sex), waking her from her deep sleep. But when the whole finger was inside, I found it was fine. The tip of my middle finger touched something soft; I guessed it was my sister's cervix. A girl's body is still quite mysterious to me. I started thrusting my finger in and out of my sister's vagina, like in porn (to be honest, when I watch porn, I find this action very obscene). I thrust faster and faster, and it became increasingly lubricated. Gradually, I could feel the wetness and stickiness of her vaginal fluid on my finger; I didn't know where that wonderful juice was seeping from. After a while, I felt that just using my finger wasn't enough, and time was precious; I had to finish what I had always wanted to do before my sister woke up. I withdrew my finger from her already overflowing, tender opening, noticing a thin layer of clear, slightly viscous fluid clinging to it. Ah, this was the "nectar" brewed from my sister's body! I quickly put my middle finger in my mouth, eager to taste the fluid. It was the first time I'd ever tasted this liquid secreted from a woman's body; it had a faintly salty, slightly fishy taste. Just as I was about to take the next step, I turned my head and found my sister staring at me with wide eyes! I was utterly terrified! My little brother immediately went limp. When had my sister woken up? I hadn't even noticed. It was all my fault for being so carried away! Oh! What am I going to do now! My sister pulled up her panties, sat up abruptly, and told me sternly to turn on the room light. Then she stared at me without a word, her gaze making me incredibly uneasy. I desperately wanted to explain. But what excuse could I possibly give for taking off my sister's panties and doing *that* to her? Should I say something like in pornographic novels, "I'm just so curious, I want to see a woman's body"? A strange and awkward atmosphere filled the room; the deathly silence made me feel awful! Finally, my sister broke the ice first, saying, "Do you know what you're doing? Aren't you afraid I'll tell Mom and Dad?" I don't know where I got the courage from, but after stammering for a moment, I blurted out, "If you tell Mom and Dad about this, I'll tell them what you just did at home too!" After saying that, I slowly raised my head to look at her. My sister's previously serious face turned red instantly, and she stammered, "You... what did you see?" At that moment, I thought that since things had come to this, I might as well go all out! I decided to be frank and tell her the whole story, including that I had already discovered the condoms hidden in her bag. I also added, "The reason I did this to her is because I saw her having sex with her boyfriend." My sister was speechless for a moment after hearing this. I realized I had actually taken the initiative; my sister was clearly very sensitive about this. After thinking for a while, she said to me, "Since that's the case, I'm not afraid to be frank." "You often use my underwear to masturbate, do you think I didn't know?" "I originally just felt sorry for you, my little brother, thinking that you're entering puberty and it's inevitable that you'd be curious about women's bodies, so I never told Mom and Dad about it." "But I really didn't expect you to be so bold as to openly molest your own sister." Hearing my sister's words, I couldn't help but lower my head in shame. I thought to myself, "After all, she's my own sister; this kind of thing is really wrong." At that moment, my sister gently walked towards me and hugged me tightly. With her gentle hand, she lifted my chin, and our eyes met. I saw that her eyes were filled with tenderness. Clearly, she had forgiven my actions. She opened her full lips and said gently, "My dear brother, you are my only brother. Actually, I really love you." "You're not young anymore. You should understand things about love between men and women." "Actually, I love you very much too, not the love between family members, but the kind of love between a man and a woman." "I often fantasize about one day being able to be intimate with my dear brother. But reason tells me that this kind of sexual attraction between family members is immoral." "Even if we siblings love each other, it won't have a future." "What happened tonight was just a silly thing my lovely brother did in his ignorance." "Who hasn't done silly things when they were young?" My sister's sudden words filled me with astonishment and emotion. It turned out that my sister loved me just as deeply. Just as I was about to stammer out "I'm sorry," my sister gently covered my mouth with her finger. She said, "There's nothing to apologize for. How could I not forgive you for what happened tonight? You're my only, dear brother. We've been through so much together for so many years." She added, "You're in high school now; it's not the right time for you to be dating. The most important thing right now is to study hard and prepare for the college entrance exam." Her words made me feel even more ashamed. My sister cared about me so much, and yet I had done such a thing to her. My sister and I eventually reached an agreement: what happened that night would remain a secret between us. However, I still couldn't resist making sexual advances towards her. I wanted to experience sex with her for the first time; after all, she wasn't a virgin anymore, so doing it with me again wouldn't be a big deal. The older sister hesitated for a long time before speaking: "But...we're siblings...we can't do that..." I said, "What's wrong with being siblings? As long as I don't ejaculate inside, nothing will happen. Nobody will know afterwards. Sister, I'm begging you, I really want to..." "Don't you want to have sex with me too?" The older sister said, "It's not that I don't want to, but...but what we're doing is incest! Little brother." I thought to myself, "I've looked it up online, and there are many cases of incest between siblings in real life. If siblings can do it, why can't we? Besides, I just did that to you, we've already committed incest." "Then my sister thought for a while and said, 'Indeed, we've already had an incestuous relationship.' At this point, I quickly said, 'Yeah, yeah. We've already done incest, so what difference does it make if we do it a few more times?' My sister said, 'How about... I help you come with my hand?' After that, my sister and I bargained for a long time, and finally we both compromised. In addition to vaginal and anal sex, my sister could use her hands, breasts (rubbing my penis between her breasts) or oral sex to help me release my sexual desire. I could also give my sister oral sex, but I couldn't insert my penis into her vagina or anus. After reaching an agreement, I immediately asked my sister to take off her panties and spread her legs so I could see her properly. My sister agreed shyly. Of course, I wouldn't miss the opportunity to lick my sister's genitals. Her pubic hair was quite thick, and licking it was very enjoyable. The fluffy pubic hair constantly rubbed against my mouth, giving me a tingling and comfortable feeling." My sister seemed to enjoy my licking, and she started moaning again, just like before, her juices flowing freely. I put those sisters...She licked all my love juice clean. It was so late, around 3:30 AM. Plus, my sister had already experienced a powerful orgasm. To finish quickly, she gave me oral sex. It was my first time receiving oral sex from a woman, and the feeling of her tongue and teeth, soft and hard, was truly wonderful! After that night, my sister and I made a secret agreement. Every time I wanted to, she would find a way to satisfy my sexual needs, mostly through oral sex. Over time, she seemed to adapt to this new sibling relationship. When she gave me oral sex or finger sex, she would often moan involuntarily. Gradually, my oral and finger sex skills became more and more proficient. One time, my sister couldn't help but praise me, saying, "My dear brother, your skills are getting more and more refined! You can make me feel like I'm in heaven just with your fingers or tongue." Hearing this, I hugged my sister tightly and said coquettishly, "It's all thanks to your excellent guidance, sister." This relationship lasted for about six months, but I never actually penetrated her vagina. As Eileen Chang said, "To conquer a woman, you must go through her vagina." So I felt that my relationship with my sister was never truly complete. Only when I conquered her vagina would I feel truly satisfied.Only after that could I truly conquer my sister. During those six months, although I tried to ask her for vaginal intercourse, she always refused. She said it was her bottom line and told me that as her younger brother, if I truly loved her, I shouldn't force her. I was worried that if I forced myself on her, it would only make everyone unhappy. So for a long time afterward, I couldn't conquer my sister's vagina. However, something happened later that made our sibling relationship complete. In my sister's first semester of sophomore year, in March of 2010, one evening while I was studying, I suddenly received a call from my sister. Hearing that she sounded drunk, I asked her what happened and where she was. She mumbled that she was on the roof of the building where my house was (23rd floor). I was immediately terrified when I heard this. She went on to say that her boyfriend had cheated on her. She had caught him with another woman, and they had argued. During the argument, her boyfriend couldn't hold back and announced that they were breaking up. She told me to come and be with her right away. Hearing this, I immediately asked my homeroom teacher for leave and rushed home. I kept in touch with her by phone along the way, afraid that she might do something foolish if she got drunk. When I got to the rooftop, I saw her sitting alone, with several half-finished cans of beer beside her. When she saw me, she immediately asked me to drink with her, and then I listened to her complaints while we drank. That boyfriend was her first love, and since it was her first relationship, she took it very seriously. He had pursued her the first time. Actually, her boyfriend was quite wealthy and rather handsome. Those handsome and rich men are indeed unreliable. My sister even gave him her virginity, and unexpectedly, he dumped her so quickly. I comforted her, saying, "You should be happy about this. He only wasted a little over a year of your time. What's wrong with seeing his true nature early on?" Frankly, at that time, I actually hated that boyfriend. My sister had given so much for him, and he had hurt her so much. My sister, talking to herself, suddenly couldn't hold back her tears. Seeing this, I immediately handed her a tissue and then gently pulled her into my arms. My sister didn't say anything, just sobbed softly in my arms. I drank my beer, gently stroking her back with my warm palm. Gradually, even I, who never liked drinking, began to feel a little tipsy. Suddenly, I felt a surge of sexual desire, and under the influence of alcohol, I mustered my courage. After my sister stopped sobbing, I gently lifted her chin with my right hand; her eyes were still filled with glistening tears. It was the first time I had ever seen my sister cry since I became an adult. At that moment, I felt that my sister desperately needed the comfort of a man who loved her. I whispered comfortingly, "Dear sister, why are you so sad? You still have me." "Although my love for you may not have a happy ending, I will never abandon you like other men did." My sister and I looked into each other's eyes, her gentle gaze seemingly approving of my actions. Taking advantage of my drunkenness, I mustered my courage and took the next step. I cupped my sister's flushed cheeks in my hands and slowly kissed her red lips. Although we had kissed many times before, this time felt completely different. My sister didn't resist at all; under the combined influence of alcohol and her wounded emotions, she let down all her guard. Soon, we siblings began to kiss passionately. My hands slipped inside her clothes, ardently caressing every inch of her skin. Her hands also caressed my body. Everything that followed felt so natural. With my support, my sister returned to her room, and we removed all of each other's clothes. We greedily caressed each other's bodies; my sister's body was so hot. We quickly got down to business. Having had sex with my sister so many times before, this time, I could finally conquer her vagina. She told me she was in her safe period, so I didn't use a condom. During penetration, an unprecedented pleasure surged through my brain. The folds of her vagina rubbed against my sensitive penis. The feeling was indescribable. My sister and I both groaned, "Ah..." Like a powerful engine, I relentlessly charged deeper and deeper into her body. Under my intense thrusts, my sister was quickly overwhelmed by the intense sexual pleasure. With each penetration, she would involuntarily let out a soft moan. Each moan was an encouragement to me. My hands constantly caressed her breasts, and my mouth continuously sucked between her nipples. Her smooth hands also caressed my body. She seemed to particularly like my buttocks, squeezing them between moans and gasps. Not long after, my sister's moans began to quicken, and I realized she was about to reach orgasm. So I increased the speed of my thrusts as much as possible. In a flash, my sister's whole body tensed, her legs involuntarily straightening. The moans suddenly stopped, and at the same time, I clearly felt her vagina become even wetter. About five or six seconds later, while my sister was still immersed in the ecstasy of sex, I also reached my climax. A surge of urination rushed to my brain, and I felt my seminal vesicles contracting rapidly and uncontrollably. I began to slow my thrusting, and with one final burst of energy, I thrust my glans deep into my sister's body. A gush of hot semen gushed out like a flood. At this moment, I could clearly feel my sister's vagina spasming, every muscle in her vagina tensing. It felt as if every drop of semen in my body had been completely drained. More than a minute later, the orgasm began to slowly subside. My sister and I slowly awoke, gazing at each other tenderly. I couldn't help but confess my feelings to my sister again, "Dear sister, I know you'll eventually get married." "But before that, I hope you can accept me. I really want to date you." "Before you meet another man who truly loves you, could you let me be your boyfriend?" My sister was deeply moved and said, "Dear brother, I love you." I quickly replied, "Dear sister, I love you too." We siblings couldn't help but kiss passionately, and in the blissful atmosphere, we completed our afterplay of lovemaking. The next morning, when I woke up, my sister was already up and had prepared breakfast. Seeing that I was awake, she kindly came to my bedside and said, "Dear brother, I've prepared breakfast. You must have used up a lot of energy last night." While eating breakfast, my sister and I exchanged glances. Her eyes were full of ambiguity; after that night, our relationship had deepened. At that moment, I felt truly happy and content. My relationship with my sister would become even closer and more subtle from then on. My sister chose to marry late so we could spend more time together; she was 27 when she officially married. Before that, we had maintained a sexual relationship. Later, to avoid affecting either of our families, we chose to end it. [Postscript] This happened when I was 16 or 17. What a wonderful age! My intimate relationship with my sister lasted for many years, until her marriage. I knew her entire body intimately; I had licked her genitals countless times and tried all sorts of sex toys with her. Now, my sister is the mother of a brother and sister. They live on the west side of the city, and every month-end weekend (and holidays), they return to her parents' home for a happy family reunion dinner, the atmosphere harmonious and joyful. My sister is still sexy and beautiful, with a more mature charm than in her teenage years. When we sit around the table, our eyes occasionally meet, and we exchange a knowing smile—only we know the warmth, sweetness, and blessing within. It's a secret between my sister and me, a beautiful memory of our youth. Byte count: 18286

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