【My Sister and I's Story】(Perfect Incest)

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When I was in middle school, my family lived in a single-story house in a large courtyard. My parents worked in other cities year-round and rarely

came home . I lived with my grandfather and older sister. Due to the lack of parental guidance from a young age,

although my academic performance was always good, my sexual development was perhaps different from other children.

Since I developed a vague sexual awareness, I began to be interested in my older sister. She was three years older than me.

Although was beautiful, I didn't feel anything special about her appearance because I saw her every day. Instead,

I became increasingly curious about the unfamiliar world beneath her clothes.

At that time, my grandfather lived in one room, and I lived in the large room next to his (my parents' room; when they

came home, I could only squeeze in with my grandfather to sleep, thankfully not often). In my large room, there was a small suite, which

was my sister's bedroom. The summer after I graduated from middle school, my sister had just graduated from high school and started working. During the summer vacation, her room was locked

during the day , which dashed my hopes of going in to see if there were any clues related to her body

.

When she came home in the evening, although the door was open, my room was the main

living area for our family, where we ate, watched TV, and did other activities, so I rarely had a chance to go in. Sometimes, I would sneak in, but my sister would immediately call me out.

My sister always went to bed a little later than me, and after I pretended to be asleep in bed, I could always hear her locking the door, which made me

even more curious about what was happening in her room.

That summer, I accidentally discovered a secret: my older sister would bring a large basin of water and lock the door

to wash herself inside at night. I already knew this; it was hot, so we all washed at home. The secret I discovered was that

the old-fashioned wooden door of this old bungalow had some cracks from years of use. That day, when I turned off the light

and my older sister closed the door to wash herself, I noticed a faint, almost invisible light coming from under the door.

This discovery thrilled me.

I quickly got out of bed and quietly ran out of the room. I listened at Grandpa's door to make sure he was asleep,

then immediately went back inside and tiptoed to my sister's door

. I lay down on the floor and peered through the crack in the wooden door. I carefully brought my eyes close to the crack to get a better angle of observation, but I could only see a little bit of

my sister's calves and feet. I couldn't see her buttocks, let alone her upper body. I was a little disappointed, but still very excited.

I listened to the sound of water and saw a light pink pair of underwear and a white tank top on the side of the bed, concluding that my sister

was already naked. Although I couldn't see her buttocks, seeing her calves and feet, along with the underwear and tank top lying haphazardly

on the bed, and imagining what she looked like up there, still excited me greatly. Although I could see my older sister's bare

calves and even unintentionally exposed thighs every day in the summer, seeing it in this situation felt completely different, after all, it was peeping

!

I planned to keep watching until my sister put on her underwear before quickly going back to bed, but after a while,

my sister squatted down, put a basin under her, and started washing herself down there!

Wow! I saw the side of my sister's thighs and buttocks! Although it was only the side, it was still the first time I had ever seen a woman's naked body

since . A reflection in the toilet is just a reflection, after all. When I was very young, my mother took

my sister and me to the women's section of a public bathhouse many times, but back then I was clueless. Faced with so

many women willingly stripping naked in the public bathhouse, seeing all sorts of women, I was just too naive to do anything but play with

the soap dish a very vague impression of naked women.

Now that I'm older and more sensible, getting into a public women's bathhouse is practically impossible. I wonder if all those

women were staring at my little penis back then, if they were excited? Anyway, I've

bathed with many women before. While soaking in the large pool, some of their bodily fluids might have leaked out.

A little gotten on my body or even my mouth…

Looking at my sister's side profile and imagining all this, I was incredibly excited. One hand was already inside my

underwear, rubbing itself.

Then my sister stood up, and I couldn't see the side of her buttocks anymore. My sister dried herself off and reached for her

underwear. I tried to adjust my angle to see something the moment she put on her panties, but to no avail. As

she reached for her vest, I quickly got up, grabbed my slippers, and tiptoed back to bed, pretending to be asleep, because

she would be coming out to get water soon. I squinted, using the light streaming from my older sister's open door

to peek at a sight I rarely saw—wearing only a vest and panties. Since the main room was dark, she couldn't tell I was

watching her.

After getting the water, she went back inside and slammed the door shut. I heard

the I knew my chances of seeing her were over.

I replayed the scene in my mind, imagining my sister inside, rubbing my penis.

After a while , I took out the toilet paper I'd prepared under the mat and ejaculated… I thought, tomorrow I need to find a way to

make that crack bigger…

The next day, when I woke up, Grandpa and my sister were already eating breakfast. After getting up, I quickly washed up and

sat down to eat breakfast, secretly peeking at the crack in my sister's door, wondering how to widen it. My sister

finished eating and went to work. Grandpa also went out to play chess with his old friends.

Normally, having just graduated from junior high and on summer vacation with no homework and only waiting to go to high school, I should have been wandering around like a queenless

bee, but today I didn't go out. I waited until they all left, then closed the yard gate, went into

the main house, closed the bedroom door, and started thinking about my sister's door.

I first peeked inside, only seeing my sister's neat bed in the dim light. Since the door was locked,

I could only work from the outside. I first tried to move the cracked wooden board, finding it a bit loose.

I tried using both hands to hold the crack and pry it open with friction, but I couldn't budge it. I

thought I needed to find some tools.

I found a screwdriver and an awl, carefully using the screwdriver to pry one end of the crack while simultaneously

inserting the awl into the other end and scraping back and forth. After working on it for a while, I felt it had gotten a bit bigger. I lay down to take a look,

but the effect wasn't very noticeable. I kept prying.

I pried for a while, lay down to check again, and worked on it for over half an hour until I finally felt I could see a larger

area . I didn't dare to work anymore, afraid that I would make the crack too big and my sister would notice. Oh no! I found that the screwdriver

marks were very obvious!

I quickly rubbed the area around the crack with my hand, hoping to make the mark less noticeable. Fortunately, the door was a dark

color , so I felt it wasn't too obvious and breathed a sigh of relief. I lay down and checked again, and thought it was okay.

Hehe, tonight…

I remembered last night imagining myself taking a bath in the women's bathroom as

a child, and I couldn't help but feel a little aroused. I gripped my penis, clamped my legs together, and twisted my body slightly. It's true what they say, when you're well-fed and warm, you think of lust. I think I can't masturbate now. I'll…

but I really can't stop imagining the scene in the women's bathroom. Why didn't I look at those things properly when I was a child

! Sigh! As I thought about it, I realized that swimming was probably the best way to get close to women and imagine the feeling of bathing together. Okay! Let's go

swimming!

I immediately found my swimming trunks…

That day, I spent the whole afternoon in the pool. I didn't swim much, but instead looked at the half-naked

women and imagined what was under their thin modesty cloths. I imagined

the filth washed off a woman's lower body by the water, which might dissolve in the water and spread diluted throughout the pool, and I might even get

a tiny bit on myself…

I imagined those thin women's swimsuits (actually, swimsuits back then were much more conservative than they are now

) suddenly slipping down, wouldn't the women be exposed just like in a public bathhouse? I stared at their inner

thighs, at the curves tightly wrapped in their swimsuits, at those normally prim and proper women

sitting by the pool, their genitals covered only by a narrow piece of cloth, yet openly displayed to many men—something

unthinkable under normal circumstances…

The more I thought about it, the more excited I became, and I couldn't help but slip my hand into my swimming trunks in the water, gently rubbing

my penis while staring at the slightly exposed lower edge of a woman's buttocks, thinking, why is it that on the street,

in schools, and in other public places, women don't dare expose these areas, and it's very

difficult or they might even be considered perverts, but the situation is completely different in the swimming pool?

Women's thighs are openly displayed to men, and on the street, if the wind blows up a woman's

skirt she nervously tries to adjust it... I don't think that the underwear occasionally exposed on the street

covers less than the lower part of a woman's swimsuit, do I? Why is it okay to expose thighs here but not on the street

...?

During dinner that evening, I was a little nervous. I was afraid my sister and grandfather would notice that my sister's bedroom door was

slightly ; the screwdriver scratch was so obvious when everyone was around! It's probably just my

imagination... I reassured myself.

After dinner, we watched TV together. I, who am usually very talkative, was unusually quiet today, and

I fell asleep much earlier than usual. I took a shower in my grandfather's room, while my sister watched TV with me. I got into

bed, secretly watching my sister, feeling a little anxious and nervous. My grandfather was already asleep, but my sister seemed to

really . I pretended to fall asleep first.

Actually, I was really tired that day because I had been daydreaming at the swimming pool all afternoon. But I

couldn't sleep . I pretended to have my eyes closed, and my sister, thinking I was asleep, went to the TV. I thought she was going to

turn it off, and I was secretly pleased, thinking something interesting was about to happen. But she just turned the volume down a bit, and I was quite

disappointed.

Finally, I heard the TV turn off, then the sound of water flowing into a basin, followed by what sounded like the lights in the main room

being turned off. I quietly opened my eyes, and my sister had already taken the basin into the suite.

When I heard the familiar "whoosh..." of my sister locking the door, I sprang up like a rabbit

! Without even putting on slippers, I quickly but quietly reached my sister's door, pressed my eye against the crack in

the fabric.

I rushed over so quickly because I wanted to catch a glimpse of my sister undressing, but by the time I saw her, her dress

was already on the chair, and her vest was on the bed. Hehe, my modified crack really did give me a much clearer view. I

saw my sister's breasts! I couldn't help but swallow hard, overwhelmed with excitement.

My sister didn't seem in a hurry to take off her underwear. She just stood there, topless, as if struggling to unpack something

. After a while, she still hadn't opened it. I heard the sound of scissors,

but I still couldn't see what she was unpacking. But who cared? Seeing my sister naked was the most important thing. Finally, my sister took off her underwear, and I finally saw

the scene I'd been dreaming of!

I saw a tuft of black hair on her genitals. Because her legs were together, I couldn't see clearly below, but this already made me

almost breathless with excitement! My sister started taking a shower, and while I admired her, I rubbed my

penis with one hand. Looking back, my actions were hilarious—I looked like a soldier, one arm on

the ground, prone, the other hand holding a "pistol."

My sister finally turned around, and I finally saw her buttocks. I became even more excited, almost wanting to

burst through the door and bury my face in her buttocks. But I couldn't; that was too risky. I just silently

admired her, silently masturbating.

A little while later, my sister was drying herself off. I heard the sound of the closet opening, and then I saw her put on

a light yellow pair of underwear. She threw the pale pink underwear into the basin, and I knew she would be coming out soon.

I quickly ran back to bed, facing my sister's door, pretending to be asleep. My sister's door opened, and I saw she

had put on a vest. Then I heard her washing clothes outside. After a while, she finished, came in, and "whoosh,"

locked the door, turned off the light, and that was the end of tonight's program.

For a while afterward, I carried out the same spying every night. I was very careful,

only going over after hearing the door lock, and making sure Grandpa was asleep as well. As soon as I saw my sister put on her underwear, I quickly ran back to bed,

so nothing ever happened. Summer vacation ended.

I went to high school, and as the weather gradually got colder, my sister stopped showering indoors, which made

me very depressed. I could only wait until the following summer…

That summer of my first year of high school, as the weather got warmer, we started showering at home again. Every time, I

would shower in Grandpa's room and then go to sleep in the main room, while my sister would shower in her suite. Just like last summer

, I watched her every day, but this year I made the crack even bigger so I could see more clearly. That

summer , I masturbated almost every day, and I felt like my body couldn't take it anymore, but I couldn't stop. Whenever

I heard my sister lock the door, I would uncontrollably peek at her showering through her doorway.

The summer had been uneventful until one day, something unexpected happened.

One day, as usual, I was peeking at my sister. After she finished washing, she was drying herself, usually with her

back to the door, but that day she was facing it. When she put one leg on the bed and spread her legs wide

to dry herself, she exaggeratedly spread her vulva a little to get a better look. This sudden shock threw

me into a panic. It was the first time I'd ever seen a woman's vulva. Although I couldn't see it clearly, I was almost

breathless !

I leaned forward to get a better look, but accidentally bumped my head against the door. The sound

was faint, but the night was quiet enough for my sister to hear. She seemed startled; had she noticed me? I

was so scared my legs went weak. I tried to stand up and run, but they wouldn't obey me! But my eyes didn't leave my sister; I hoped for

a miracle! I hoped she hadn't noticed!

I thought to myself, "Even if she suddenly opens the door, I won't be able to catch her in time. At worst, I can kneel down and beg

my sister for forgiveness, promising I'll never do it again and begging her not to tell Grandpa. Besides, I figured she wouldn't

air our dirty laundry in public, right?" I felt like a prisoner awaiting sentencing.

But my sister paused for about two seconds, then lowered her leg and continued wiping herself. Didn't she notice? Or

did she think she misheard? I didn't dare risk watching any longer.

I quickly ran back to bed, lying down facing my sister's door. I could feel my heart pounding.

What would she do when she came out? Would she come and question me? Oh dear, I was so careless; I bumped my head on the door.

Then the door opened, and my heart leaped into my throat! But then something unexpected happened.

My sister came out with a basin, as usual, but she was only wearing underwear, not a vest. I remember she

always wore a vest when she came out to get water; why wasn't she wearing one today? Did she think I was really asleep, so she

was too lazy to put on a vest?

But she did pause for a second when my head bumped the door. I'm a little confused. My sister

came back after getting the water, and I got nervous again. Would she come over and question me? But she wasn't wearing a vest! Would she come over?

I didn't breathe a sigh of relief until I heard the sound of the door locking and the light turning off from my sister's room…

From then on, I was more careful, and from then on, my sister never wore a vest when she came out to get water, only

her underwear. Hehe, I couldn't help but feel secretly smug—my sister must have thought I was sleeping soundly, so she was too lazy

to wear a vest. I also had another scene to watch.

There was another change from that day on: when my sister washed her lower body, she always faced me, whereas

before she usually had her back to the door. I didn't think too much about it; anyway, the scene I could see was more exciting and

stimulating than before. I also masturbated more frequently…

The weather gradually got colder, and I temporarily had nothing to watch. During the final exams of my first semester in my junior year of high school, I was intensely

reviewing for the tests, so I stayed up very late at night, often studying even after my older sister was asleep.

One day, it was snowing heavily. Our single-story house didn't have central heating; we used a coal-burning stove. That night, I

was studying in the main room, while my sister had already locked the door and gone to sleep.

Grandpa had also gone to bed long ago. It was almost eleven o'clock when I heard my sister knock on the door, probably getting up to use the bathroom.

"Xiaohu, let me use your calculator."

I handed the calculator to my sister, casually glancing at what she was wearing. She was neatly

dressed in her pajamas, with a coat over her shoulders. She closed the door, but I didn't hear it lock. A while later,

I did some math problems and needed to check my work with the calculator. Since I hadn't heard the lock lock, I

assumed my sister was still awake, so I pushed the door open, only to find the light off.

I called out, "Sister, do you still need the calculator? I need it."

My sister didn't answer. I turned on the light. I found my older sister was asleep, the calculator on the blanket beside her chest

.

I called her softly again, but she didn't respond; she was probably really asleep. I took the calculator and went out

to check it, but my hand, which was about to close my sister's door, stopped—this seemed to be the first time she'd slept without

locking the door; wasn't this what I'd always wanted?

I looked back at my sister; she seemed to be sleeping soundly. I went out, put the calculator on the table, turned off

the desk lamp, and quietly returned to my sister's room. I closed the door; since

my sister at night, I didn't lock my sister's door—anyway, I wouldn't be able to get in if Grandpa called.

I carefully looked at my sister's face, called her twice more, and made sure she was fast asleep.

I turned off the light, my heart starting to race. I decided to reach under the covers and touch my sister's bottom. Although

I'd spied on my sister showering many times, this was the first time I'd actually touched her. I tried my best to control my nervousness

…

I went to the bedside, took my sister's slippers, knelt on them, and began to gently pull the blanket up. It's been very cold

lately , and it's snowing outside, so my sister has a very thick blanket, which is difficult to pull open.

It took me a long time to open it even a little bit. I slowly slipped my hand in, so slowly that sometimes I almost

stopped moving. My sister was lying on her side. I was about to touch her bottom… I was incredibly nervous

! Finally, my middle finger touched my sister's bottom!

I was very, very gentle, touching my middle finger against my sister's bottom, nervously listening to her breathing

to see if she hadn't noticed, but I couldn't hear her breathing at all.

My heartbeat was so loud that it drowned out all other sounds. I held this position for about two minutes

, making sure my sister didn't react, and then I continued to reach forward. Because the blanket was heavy and thick,

and the gap I had opened was small, moving my hand forward was very difficult, which actually helped me, who was already extremely nervous.

Using the blanket as resistance, I moved my hand as slowly as possible.

Finally, after what felt like about five minutes, my right hand completely touched my sister's

buttocks !!

Even though she was wearing a thick nightgown over her underwear, the stimulation from her

buttocks was enough to make me feel like I was floating on air! It felt so good! I was touching a woman's buttocks! And this woman

was my own sister!! At that moment, I couldn't describe my complex feelings—tension, excitement, fear,

pleasure … coupled with my legs gradually going numb from kneeling for so long, I was intoxicated…

I remained motionless in that position, touching my sister's buttocks, for a full half hour.

Not only were my legs completely numb, but I was also afraid that my sister would get up in the middle of the night or feel me touching her. I very slowly

withdrew my hand, tucked her in, and because my legs were too numb to stand, I had to crawl out on my knees. I struggled to

close my sister's door and then crawled onto my own bed. After a few minutes, I regained feeling in my legs.

My wildly beating heart gradually calmed down. The snow was still falling outside. I recalled the

scene from earlier—that soft buttocks, the throbbing of my penis… After ejaculating, I saw that the hands of the luminous alarm

clock were pointing to 2:30. Exhausted, I fell asleep without realizing it…

The next day, I overslept. I was awakened by my grandfather knocking on the door. I looked at the clock—it was already 7:30! I had forgotten to set my alarm last night

and woken up an hour later than usual! My sister, still half-asleep, rushed out of her room

. She'd overslept too; she used to always wake up earlier than me!

We were both going to be late. We hurriedly washed up and rushed out the door,

skipping breakfast. Because of the continuous snow, neither of us could ride our bikes. She ran to her workplace, and I ran to school.

We'd never been so disheveled before. We looked at each other and laughed. My laugh was a little awkward,

knowing it was because I'd secretly touched her bottom the night before that I'd overslept.

But my sister's smile was even more awkward. Seeing me laughing at her, she quickly lowered her head. I was

in a rush to get to school and didn't think much of it. "Sister, goodbye!" "Be careful, Little Tiger!"

my sister replied. We parted ways, running clumsily through the thick snow…

That day at school, I was a little dazed, partly because I hadn't slept well, and partly because I was thinking about what had happened the night before.

My sister must have forgotten to lock the door. She probably won't forget next time, since she always locks it before…

This afternoon , while doing my homework at home, I kept pausing to daydream. Oh well, she definitely won't forget to lock the door tonight. I shouldn't

overthink it; I should just focus on studying for my exams… A little while later, my sister came back.

"Oh dear, the snow is really heavy!" she exclaimed, shaking off the snowflakes. I went over to help her take off her scarf and gloves.

She took the kettle off the stove, warming her hands and stamping her feet.

A moment later, she muttered to herself, "Cooking," added a few coal briquettes to the stove, put the kettle

back on, and went to the kitchen to help Grandpa. I felt my sister was acting strangely today. Usually, she's all smiles and laughter when she comes home

, but today, besides greeting me, she seemed to be talking to herself the whole time. She didn't even ask what I wanted to eat.

After I finished my homework, dinner was ready. During dinner, my sister and I, who are usually very talkative, were both unusually quiet

.

I felt a little embarrassed because of what happened last night, but what was wrong with my sister today? Thinking about how my sister unusually

woke up late this morning, and her muttering to herself just now, I thought... hehe, is she in love? Hehe, won't you tell

me?

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