My sister's true story

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My True Story with My Sister

Author: incester (Xiao Huai)

I am Xiao Huai. I have committed incest. A strong sense of guilt, unease, and embarrassment accompanied me
because I knew it was wrong, an act worse than that of a beast. But the feeling is indescribable.
Knowing yet unable to resist… Those with experience know what I'm talking about

??? It happened when I was in junior high school. I was in the second year, and my sister was in the third. Back then, we shared a
bed (the kids slept in a dormitory).

Actually, I had spied on my sister while she showered several times, but I could never truly see
the secret beneath that tuft of pubic hair up close. The less I could see, the more curious I became.

One night, an opportunity arose. I was studying late for my exam the next day, and everyone else was asleep
. I lay down in bed but couldn't fall asleep. I mischievously tried to wake my sister next to me, but after shaking her for a while, she didn't wake up
. Suddenly, a wicked thought occurred to me.

As I rocked her, I deliberately touched her breasts, then simply placed my hand on her breasts and gently stroked them. Surprisingly,
she didn't react, which felt incredibly good and comfortable.

Taking advantage of this, I deliberately put my hand on her crotch, feeling
the shape through her thin panties. I even deliberately straddled her thighs, pressing my hand down so she could
pretend to be asleep and .

While touching her, I watched her, but she didn't seem to react much. Gradually, I became unsatisfied. I secretly
slipped my fingers inside her crotch, tracing the soft flesh of her vulva, feeling it. After sliding my fingers in for a
while without any reaction, I started to feel unsatisfied. Suddenly, I remembered I had a flashlight for use during a typhoon. So, I took
the flashlight and lifted a corner of her pants. Oh my god—I finally saw her private parts!

Sparse pubic hair and a full, wrinkled vulva. I pulled it open a little more, and finally saw the slit.
At this point, I was so nervous that my breathing became rapid, my throat was dry, and my hands were trembling. I

think anyone who's done something like this knows that the feeling is more exciting than anything else. It's dangerous,
which the sex. If my sister found out and told our parents, I'd be beaten to death. I'd been caught peeping at her showering before, and she
told our mom. Of course, it's incredibly shameful, and I'd rather die than admit it, but I still got scolded
and beaten .
That night, I just stared at my sister's private parts, masturbating. Afterward, I finally fell asleep, feeling sleepy
. This was the first time I'd done something so close to incest with my sister.

I've read a lot of erotic literature about incest before. Some of it involves talking to relatives for a few words,
or even just easily doing it, some even going straight to sex, with people constantly moaning "So good, I want it!"
I usually skip those because they seem too fake.

Incest can't happen in one go unless the people involved don't know it's incest or are not fully
conscious. Otherwise, you'll think a lot about it, and at least the other person has to cooperate for you to succeed.

It's because of a strong sense of guilt and an inability to withstand failure. If one party is unwilling or resists, success
is almost impossible. And if it fails, how will you face your family? How will your family
live with someone who is worse than an animal? These are things you'll consider and that might happen.

I apologize for using the term "worse than an animal" to describe incest, but honestly,
that . Afterwards, I felt like a beast, wondering how I could do such a thing to my family. But at that moment, my blood was rushing to my head, and my animalistic
instincts far outweighed moral constraints. The feeling at that moment was even more exciting and pleasurable than my first time with my girlfriend.

So no matter how much I restrain myself, I can't help myself. I'll do it first and think about it later. I'll stop here for now, secretly typing out this
secret . I can't let my family or wife know. I'll finish writing later when I have time.

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After trying every possible method, I finally got to have sexual contact with my sister. I thrust on her for the first time and tried to ejaculate on her

. Later, I got hooked and often deliberately slept next to her. She's the kind of person who doesn't feel anything when she's asleep. So
, I'd first lie next to her, shake her, and if she didn't react, I'd slowly and deliberately straddle her. If she still didn't
react, I'd become bolder and put my hand inside her panties to touch her, or pull down a corner of her panties to look at her vulva, smell
her scent, and fantasize while masturbating. I remember those panties were particularly tight; it took a lot of effort to pull them open, which was not only difficult but also very nerve-wracking, afraid of waking her. But I found that this actually worked very well, making my heart pound wildly, the stimulation was off the charts, and after I ejaculated, I felt completely exhausted. So I kept looking for opportunities at night to rape my sister in this way for a while. The aftereffects gradually appeared . I was listless in class, couldn't concentrate, and my grades fell far behind. Although I was beaten and scolded, I felt happy about it. I knew I shouldn't have done it, but I did it anyway . When I saw my sister sleeping soundly at night, I couldn't resist and did it again. I don't know if it was because of my youthful vigor, the taste of my first orgasm, or the thrill of incest, but masturbating was much more exciting than doing it alone. Even ten years later, when I had sex with my girlfriend, I couldn't reach that level. A few seconds before ejaculation, there was an unusual tingling and numb feeling filling my lower abdomen. When I released, the semen gushed out, followed by a blankness. The feeling was indescribable. Even years later, when I had sex with my sister, it wasn't as exciting. This went on for about six months. At night, I would wait until my sister was asleep before making my move, and I gradually figured out when would fall into a deep sleep. I became bolder and bolder, and it became increasingly difficult to satisfy this masturbation routine. The most difficult time was when my sister had her period. On one hand, she was easily awakened, and on the other hand, she wore underwear , making it impossible to take advantage of her. Once, the sanitary napkin manufacturer sent me some trial tampons. I discovered she wasn't wearing a panty liner, so I secretly used a flashlight to peek, trying to figure out where the tampon's insertion hole was. As soon as I pulled up her crotch, she woke up with a start and asked what I was doing. I quickly said I was looking for something. Luckily, she only gave me a strange look and didn't realize that looking for something meant going through her underwear. It gave me a fright , but thankfully she didn't really wake up and went back to sleep. That's when I realized that you can't touch my sister when she's menstruating. Back then, in junior high, we had a biology class where we dissected frogs, using ether to anesthetize them and make them unconscious. This made me...

Thinking I could use it to anesthetize my sister so I could do whatever I wanted to her, I
secretly filled a small bottle with it in the school lab, using an eye drop bottle.

After she fell asleep, I soaked some ether in toilet paper and held it to her nose, intending to wait
half an hour lost consciousness before making my move. However, I was wrong. The sedative effect is related to body size; a frog is small enough
, but a person is much larger, so that amount wasn't sufficient.

Perhaps I was lucky, but this time my sister didn't wake up. She thought the ether had taken effect. After shaking her
to confirm she couldn't possibly be awake, I pulled down her underwear, revealing sparse pubic hair, but I
couldn't pull it all the way down to get a full view of her private parts. Not daring to completely remove her underwear, I changed
my approach.

I spread her legs, pulling a slit open beside her crotch. Not satisfied, I
bent the leg closest to me, finally seeing the world inside the cleft and smelling a slightly sour, fishy odor.

Of course, it wasn't just for peeping. I took off my underwear, knelt between my sister's legs, and
slowly inserted my already painfully hard penis through the gap in my pants. Damn! At that moment, I didn't know if it was excitement, fear, or
stimulation , but I really felt my whole body trembling and my legs going weak.

Finally, I fulfilled my dream, letting my genitals touch my sister's. It felt so warm and soft.
To be honest, I had no idea what to do next, and I didn't even know if I was going to have sex or if I was going to penetrate her (it's better not to know
, otherwise I would definitely wake her up in pain). So I just rubbed it between her vaginal opening and her underwear. It

was probably too stimulating. After about ten or twenty strokes, I felt a tingling numbness, and my lower body involuntarily shuddered. I thrust
a few times, and all my semen poured out. My mind went blank, and I ejaculated into my sister's vaginal opening and her underwear. After ejaculating, I
almost collapsed onto my sister with my sore body. It took me a long time to come to my senses and quickly clean up the mess.

This was my first physical contact with my sister, my first time thrusting on her, my first contact with her genitals, and my first
time Although there was no actual penetration, it was
the most pleasurable and enjoyable experience I've ever had, aside from that one time with my sister. I don't know
how other people who have committed incest feel; I'm just expressing myself frankly.

As psychologists say, pleasure comes from incestuous relationships. If you could have open and honest sex with family members—parents, siblings, etc.—you might not experience this incestuous pleasure
.
I haven't used any fancy rhetoric or formatting because I'm afraid the urge and feeling will fade. Please
forgive . I'll stop here for now. Thank you for reading.

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To achieve real intercourse with his sister and enjoy the pleasure of actual penetration, he tried every possible method, even resorting to unscrupulous means

. After the first time, there was naturally a second and a third, and each time he tried to improve, figuring out how
to make himself more comfortable and closer to real intercourse. Although he didn't actually penetrate, he always wanted to experience that
feeling of penetration. He discovered that the tighter his sister's pants were, the more intense the pleasure from friction.

One of his underwear had elastic bands on the thighs. When he pulled up the edge of the underwear and penetrated, the space between the underwear and the indentation of her inner
thighs formed a perfectly tight enclosure. The sensitive glans was almost completely constricted upon entry
. This tight grip easily generated pleasure, but it also easily aroused his sister or caused her to reflexively move.

It was that unconscious, uncomfortable resistance, turning over or using my hands to push the penis away. At first, I was terrified
and would quickly pull out the penis that was giving me pleasure and jump away. But after a few times, when I determined it was okay, I would just do it, supporting myself on my sister's body with my hands, waiting a moment before slowly thrusting. The thrill of risking being discovered actually
made me even more intoxicated.

After playing like this for less than ten times, I used to remember to pull my penis out before ejaculating to avoid soiling my underwear.
But eventually, I became too lazy to pull it out and played even more recklessly, simply ejaculating right in front of the opening of my sister's underwear, just trying to ejaculate at
the opening so as not to soil my underwear and make it difficult to clean. But after playing like this for a while, I gradually lost the ability to achieve pleasure.

I remember secretly watching my parents make love. My dad liked to bend my mom's legs and then
thrust . I thought that's how I could truly enter my sister's honey hole, and it would be more comfortable. This idea
gradually led me to the edge of danger.

Inserting at an angle between her thighs and underwear wasn't fun anymore. If I aimed directly at the opening, maybe I
could go in all at once and enjoy the pleasure of penetration. My sister was sleeping so soundly, she wouldn't notice, right? Back then
, I was ignorant and didn't know the symbolic meaning of losing one's virginity for a girl, nor did I know that it would wake a woman up in pain
. If I had known, of course I wouldn't have tried it so easily.

Finally, I prepared the scissors and waited until nightfall. Calculating my sister's deep sleep cycle, the time was right
. I took the scissors and cut a hole in the middle of my sister's underwear, just big enough to accommodate my penis. I
slightly spread my sister's legs, shone a flashlight inside, and could see the little red opening.
The long-lost excitement returned.

Trembling hands, labored breathing, a wildly beating heart, lips tightly pressed together, mouth dry, nervousness off the charts—
I thought today was the day. I felt like I might be committing a terrible crime, yet I was too excited to control my burning body.
Naively, I believed that tonight, I could finally taste the legendary, truly "exciting" sensation.

Controlling my slightly trembling hands, I held my penis, aiming it at the hole in my underwear. With great difficulty, I managed to squeeze it
in , feeling the indentation of flesh with the glans. I gently pushed it further in, pressing my hips forward. That should
be enough, right? But I didn't feel that sense of being enveloped by the fleshy opening. Was it not enough? Should I push it in a little further?
Still no feeling?

He pulled out his penis and shone a flashlight on it, examining his sister's vagina. There was a small, red hole in the slit; it shouldn't be
very deep. He then inserted his penis into the hole in her panties, using the glans to spread her labia. Adjusting the angle, he penetrated deeper,
vaguely feeling the warmth and resistance at the entrance. He then thrust in...
" Ouch
~" My sister suddenly sat up. "What are you doing, little brother? Get away! You're pressing on me!
What's that that hurts me so much?" My sister was really awakened by the pain, rubbing her sore spot where I had touched her and asking me. I was
terrified and my legs went weak. I deliberately picked up the flashlight next to me and used the same trick again, saying, "I was looking for something and
accidentally hurt you, sister. I'm sorry !

" "Wait a minute? You're acting weird. Why are you pressing on me in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? You're making me
hurt so much . What are you doing instead of sleeping? I have class tomorrow." My sister was half-believing and half-doubting. She looked at me and then at her underwear
. Luckily, she didn't see the hole in her underwear. She didn't seem to believe what I said, but she was too sleepy to pay attention to me
and went back to sleep.

The next day after school, I found my sister crying in the living room after being scolded by Mom. Mom was blaming her for playing around and tearing
her underwear , saying that girls should be more careful and not play so wildly, otherwise how would
she get married?

I don't know if my sister understood, but seeing her innocent look made me want to laugh. However, I felt guilty for causing her to be scolded,
and my conscience bothered me for a while. My sister glanced at me, and I, feeling guilty, quickly ran away, which
made me behave for a long time. During summer vacation
,
a classmate introduced me to a job at a factory to earn some pocket money. The workers there were all older men, several years my senior.
One time, my sister forgot her house key and came to the factory to find me. The male colleagues suddenly noticed a
slender woman coming in, and when they realized it was my sister, they all looked at her with envy, causing a commotion.

"Wow~ I didn't know you had such a beautiful sister! How about I introduce you? I'll be your brother-in-law, and I'll treat
you very well," my mentor promised, patting his chest. "
No
, no, absolutely not! He has tons of girlfriends. You can choose me. Handsome and rich, no doubt about it! "
Little Chen chimed in.

"Little brother~ if you introduce me to your sister, I'll treat you!" Wow~ I just realized how charming my sister is.

Is my sister really that pretty? Listening to their praise, I realized for the first time that she
's quite a beauty. Hearing them say that, I felt so lucky to have such a beautiful sister, and I'd
even secretly taken advantage of her several times. A sudden pang of jealousy struck me: "With me here~ you can forget about it!"
It
's been a long time since I've done anything to my sister. The time she got scolded, she glared at me. I felt like she knew something
, but she didn't have any proof. She probably didn't want to think so badly of her own brother. But when she sleeps, she seems to
deliberately sleep far away from me, which makes me a little uneasy.

Then I finally remembered the bottle of ether I hadn't finished using. I thought I'd use it to drug my sister; it was all or nothing,
and I figured I could succeed. The thought of enjoying my beautiful sister again excited me,
and my penis started to stir. Back then, I became so wicked, all for the sake of my sister!

I'm a little too lazy to continue writing now, not because of the lack of response (being willing to share your thoughts is already a huge support),
but because I initially had an impulse to write down my "past," my experiences. Perhaps it would allow me to release some of
the secrets bottled up inside, and through reminiscing, I could relive the excitement and pleasure of that time. I found it quite enjoyable.

However, while I can express it quickly in words, putting it into writing is difficult. The complexity of the situation and my mind at the time is hard to
describe. Gradually, my senses dulled, and I felt a sense of boredom. The excitement I felt while typing gradually cooled down
, and I also had to be careful not to be discovered, especially by my wife.

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It was a sweltering summer afternoon. It was so hot that even the air from the fan was hot. The sun outside
was scorching I could only take a nap at home. The indoor temperature was also lower than my body temperature, so I was either too hot to sleep or too sleepy.

I was the one who
could It was because of this that I had the opportunity to take advantage of her, which indirectly led to my lewd experiences with my sister.

Sleeping in the same bed with my sister made me restless and couldn't sleep. My wicked thoughts started to surface again, but it was broad
daylight, and doing such things felt strange. I had originally planned to go out to school to play basketball and vent
my energy , but as I got out of bed to put on my shoes, I glanced back at my sister.

And that glance reignited my lust. My sister was lying face inwards, wearing loose underwear that day.
Looking from the side of the bed, I could see a glimpse of her vulva from behind, along the gap between her underwear and thighs. Usually,
I had to use a flashlight to peek at night, but now, with the light, I could see it very clearly.

This made my penis hard again, as if telling me there was an opportunity and I shouldn't leave. I climbed onto the bed and
gently parted the edge of her underwear, staring wide-eyed. I could see her full, pink vulva clearly—a
hundred times more stimulating than any picture. My heart was pounding in my chest.

I calculated that my sister had been asleep for more than half an hour. I remembered reading in a book that 90 minutes is a deep sleep cycle. I thought if I could just wait a little longer, I
could do whatever I wanted.

Besides, it was broad daylight, and Mom and Dad weren't home, so it would definitely be exciting. While waiting, I secretly looked at my sister's body. Her face was a little chubby, but the profile looked pretty good .
Her eyes were closed, her nose wasn't very straight, but the tip was slightly upturned. Her lips were slightly parted because she was asleep, revealing her teeth, with her prominent
canines . At that time, I didn't know the definition of beauty; I just felt she looked like a character from a Japanese manga—
cute, that's all.

It was probably time. I deliberately shook my sister, but she was still sleeping on her side with her back to me and didn't react much. I knelt
behind her, took out my throbbing erection, pulled down my pants, and gently pushed it inside. It was the first time I clearly saw my penis
making contact with my sister's vulva, and I felt an indescribable pleasure. The glans was swollen and shiny.

While worrying about whether my sister would wake up, I watched my glans rub against her virgin genitals. A short while later, a wave of
tingling and numbness washed over me, and I ejaculated. That's when I realized
how intense the stimulation and pleasure of watching genital contact was. I even wondered if I had the legendary "premature ejaculation,"
having finished in less than three minutes of friction, without even actual penetration.

Yes, that thought—"not having actually penetrated"—was what ruined me. I wanted real intercourse.
Especially in broad daylight, the thought of watching my penis penetrate my sister's honey pot is enough to make me hard again. I just cleaned

the semen I'd ejaculated on her legs, feeling unsatisfied, and started planning to actually penetrate her again. But then I remembered my bottle of ether—perfect! With it, I could treat my sister like a frog—not dissecting her, of course , because
I couldn't bear to do that to my beautiful sister. I'd just spread her alluring thighs, revealing her honey pot, and then insert my penis…no matter how I did it, she wouldn't wake up. The thought of my plan succeeding perfectly, and right now, made me want to cheer! I found the bottle of ether, soaked some tissue paper in it, and held it to my sister's nose so she could inhale it. But my hand got tired quickly . I had an idea. I gently turned my sister's body so she was lying on her back, and then dripped two drops onto her philtrum. "Brother!" "What are you doing?" "What is this stuff?" "It's making me itchy!" My sister woke up, rubbing the spot where I had dripped the ether, and scolded me. I almost rolled off the bed in fright. After she fell asleep again, I tried dripping two drops onto my own philtrum. Sure enough, it itched. No wonder I woke her up. Looking at my sister's alluring thighs, and that alluring virgin territory between them, I considered whether to continue . Reason ultimately couldn't overcome lust. I decided that no matter what, I had to succeed today. After sensing that my sister was fast asleep again, I squatted on the bed, my hands resting on my knees, holding a tissue about a centimeter away from her nose . While the family was asleep, I secretly typed a short video. It's too late, I'm going to sleep now. ********************************************************************* For my beloved sister, there was not only love but also desire. Knowing it was inviolable, I always let desire take precedence. I firmly believe that there are many truly promiscuous people who have Oedipus complexes, such as mother-son or sister-son complexes. But after the truth comes out, how many are as lucky as me? Enduring the aching in my hands, I looked at my sister sleeping soundly on the bed, her breathing even. Her two breasts rose and fell with her breath. Before, I only occasionally glanced at them, never showing any interest. Now, seeing those newly developing breasts, I suddenly felt a strange sense of emotion. The daylight was bright, and under her thin pajamas, I could vaguely see two darker areas in the center. Although they were just two small points pushing up her top, they piqued my interest. I leaned down and curiously sniffed above them. There was no milky scent, but I could smell the fragrance of my sister's skin . I wondered if it carried a warm, comforting aroma. Suddenly, I felt a surge of warmth and excitement. I removed the ether- tissue and began to caress her freely, even finding her nipples with my lips through her pajamas and kissing them. "Mmm~" My sister stirred slightly. I quickly pulled my mouth and hand away, thinking that it had been over ten minutes; if it were a frog, it would have been unconscious by now. Why was she still reacting? I changed to another tissue and waited, another ten minutes . I called out to my sister twice and shook her shoulders, but there was no response! Great! I took off my pants and pulled my sister's underwear down to her calves. It was the first time I'd seen her body from the waist down so openly. Her white, full abdomen was just like the descriptions in adult books—smooth, white, and flawless like porcelain. I couldn't resist touching it, feeling its delicate, smooth skin. But that wasn't my ultimate goal. After enjoying it for a moment, my gaze continued downwards, reaching those alluring mounds and the cleft between them, covered with sparse, fine hairs. I gently stroked it with my hand; it was so soft and comfortable, like soft down. Naturally, I pressed my face close to my sister's lower abdomen, my nose near the cleft, sniffing and trying to inhale her scent. Although I knew that was where she urinated, it didn't feel dirty at all; instead, it gave me a strange feeling. I don't know why . Later, when I saw animals doing this on Discovery Channel or Animal Channel, it suddenly made sense to me. Of course, those animals couldn't compare to my fairy-like sister, and I'm not a wild beast from the African savanna, but I figured they might be emitting sex pheromones, animal instincts, I guess. Not satisfied with just smelling, I used my nose to probe into her folds, inhaling a faint fishy and fragrant scent. I kissed and caressed her private parts, becoming somewhat uncontrollable. I reached down and began rubbing and soothing my penis. But I seemed to have a feeling that whenever my nose occasionally touched the top of her vulva, her inner thigh would twitch. Worried, I quickly looked up at her face; her eyes were still closed. Thank goodness, I reassured myself . If she were truly awake, she would be angry and wouldn't tolerate such frivolous behavior. Since that was the case, I felt relieved. Without further ado, while she was asleep, I boldly pulled down her panties completely and admired them. Damn! It's so perfect, so moving. Finally, I get to feast my eyes, savoring my sister's lower body: her full belly, her long, fair legs, and the alluring, finely haired mound. It's time. At this moment, I feel dizzy, short of breath, and my mouth is dry. I can feel my heart pounding, and my lower abdomen is burning. A long-lost excitement fills my entire body—it's uncomfortable, yet it's also a burning pleasure and excitement . I really want to scream out loud. I gently spread my sister's thighs, then knelt between them, pressing my thighs together to spread them wider. The sight was almost unbearable, as her inner thighs were completely exposed. My penis seemed to sense it too; it was not only incredibly hard but also throbbing with my heartbeat, eager to try. Then, my sister suddenly made a big movement… She usually sleeps with a small blanket covering her waist, but she suddenly pulled the blanket up to cover her face. Almost simultaneously, I nimbly jumped off the bed, landing silently on the floor beside it. I don't know where the strength came from, but it was like the light-footed skill from a martial arts novel, leaping across rooftops without making a sound. I lowered my head, bracing myself for my sister's scolding. I thought I was done for. I wasn't wearing pants, and I'd taken off my sister's underwear. Even if she was stupid, she'd know what I was doing. I was caught red-handed; there was no need to explain. I was just worried about what would happen if she told Mom and Dad .

I crouched by the bed, head down, waiting for ages with no movement. I peeked up and laughed self-deprecatingly.
How could I be so timid? How could I possibly rape my sister if I was so scared

? Looking at my sister on the bed, she was so beautiful. She was showing even more now. Before, I couldn't see her belly button, but now
her slender waist and ribs near her chest were exposed, a whole slender curve in front of my eyes, so tempting .
It was a pity I couldn't see her breasts yet, but peeking between her ribs, I could vaguely see the lower
half of her white breasts.

Lust clouded my judgment, and evil thoughts arose from my heart. Normally, I would have thought, "Why is my sister like this? Is she
awake?" But now I was just glad the opportunity was rare. My sister was probably afraid of the light, covering her face, and even lifting the blanket
to reveal more. What was I waiting for? I mounted her, got on the bed, and tried again.

As soon as I got into bed, I noticed my sister's legs were closed again, though the blanket still covered her face. That was even better; otherwise,
I'd feel guilty looking at her face.

I spread her legs again, and the sight aroused my penis once more. Her vagina was slightly open,
the entrance clearly visible and glistening pink in the bright light. I couldn't resist any longer. Without a word, I knelt down,
adjusted my penis, and thrust it into her vulva.

My sister seemed to sense something and squeezed her legs together slightly. Actually, if I had paid attention to her facial expression and her
slightly tense thighs, I probably wouldn't have done that. I took it as a natural reaction and focused only on the exciting insertion
scene. I moved closer, parted the labia on both sides of the entrance, made sure I was aiming at the entrance, and then pushed in.

"Little brother~ what are you doing? This is too much! How could you do this to me? I'm your sister! I'm going to tell
Mom and Dad Let's see what you've done!" My sister shouted almost hysterically. I was stunned and stood there, completely dumbfounded. To be honest,
I was really dumbfounded and didn't know what to do. I only knew that I was going to be beaten to death.

"Sister~ no! You'll be beaten to death! I won't do it again! Please don't tell Mom and Dad!" I was so scared
I wanted to die. It really was true. My sister usually took good care of me and loved me. I shouldn't have bullied her like this. And this kind of thing
happened in a very traditional family. It was like a bolt from the blue. Not only would I be hung up and beaten, but I might also be
sent to the police station.

I remember forgetting I was naked at the time; my erect penis was now limp and lifeless. I just
grabbed my sister and cried, begging her not to tell anyone. I even said I didn't want to live (I was completely out of my mind and
talking nonsense ). My sister was terrified when she saw me like that and finally softened.

"You're holding me like that, how can I get dressed? Put your pants on right now!" My sister blushed and put on her own
clothes, throwing her pants at me. That's when she realized I was still naked. In the end, she couldn't bear to tell our parents,
and I never offended her again. I would only occasionally peek at her showering and masturbating, but I never dared to let her find out. After

that incident, my sister was always careful around me. For example, she wouldn't wear casual clothes anymore; she would dress modestly and even sleep in long pants and pajamas to avoid arousing my bad thoughts. I also tried to go out and participate in outdoor activities to avoid fantasizing about my sister's body and thus avoid committing any crimes. Don't assume that chaotic experiences are always beautiful; they can easily end up on the front page of the news. I'm so glad my sister loves me so much; she didn't report me or hate me much, otherwise it would have been really embarrassing. Some people say incest is just about satisfying sexual desire and doesn't involve true love, but I don't think so. I've never had a girlfriend, not because I haven't had suitable partners or opportunities, but because I can't find a woman like my sister. If one day I'm not married and my sister isn't married either, and we both grow old like this, I 'll tell my sister I want to marry her and grow old together; that would be better than marrying another woman. Of course, that's impossible. My sister probably only has sibling affection for me, something I realized later. So I found a wife who looks a lot like my sister. Now, whenever someone tells me my wife looks a bit like my sister, I'm actually quite happy. I did have a relationship with my sister once, several years later. Under certain circumstances, I deliberately made it happen . I'm grateful for that one time, fulfilling a long-held wish, even though it was only once. Afterwards , my sister clearly told me she regretted it; it was wrong. I know it can never happen again, which is why I actively seek out a woman who can replace my sister in my heart. I apologize for not presenting this in the form of erotic writing, and I knew it wouldn't be well-received . I'm just doing it as I please; it's not for applause or points. Whether it's true or not is up to me, whether you believe it or not is up to you. After writing it, I read it myself . If it's 90% true, the 10% that's not true is just to connect with lost memories, which doesn't matter . Like Da Hui's "those 'heart-pounding memories' are more exciting than actual sex," and "the deepest snoring , how do I know?" "Hehe." "I understand that, it's an open secret." ********************************************************************** He used every trick in the book, just to fulfill his long-held wish of having a relationship with my sister. It's blatant, blatantly selfish and wicked—basically, the kind of tactics men use to get women into bed. The key point is that I'm her brother?? ? ? Should I write about the time I had sex with my sister? I did write it, but it just doesn't feel right. I don't know why . I really can't fully describe the feeling. I only know that the process was very pleasurable and comfortable, but maybe it's because I still feel dirty and guilty. Later, when I had sex with my wife, I couldn't find that feeling, even though she resembles my sister in some ways. 　　There was a time when my sister was dating her boyfriend (my future brother-in-law), and I was so disappointed. I secretly asked my sister how it was the first time . She shook her head and quickly said that nothing happened between them. But I've been with my sister for so long, and she can't lie. I could tell from her expression 　... But I kept pressing her, and she nodded in agreement, her face turning bright red. She looked so cute and charming. I asked again, "Was it comfortable?" " 　　Oh~ it hurt so much that time, I..." She suddenly stopped talking, realizing she shouldn't have told me these things. 　　"Why are you asking these questions? It's so embarrassing. I'm ignoring you." She pretended to be angry, but she was just shy. 　　"Sis~ I don't have a girlfriend yet. I just want to get to know her. Why are you being so mysterious?" I teased her and then stormed off. 　　"No~ Okay~ Don't be angry~ Be good~ Listen to me~" (Hesitatingly)

"Okay~ What do you want to know~ It's embarrassing, hurry up and ask, or I'll regret it." Ha~ This trick
really worked. I know how to take advantage of my sister's weakness of loving me.

"And then?" Actually, I didn't know what to ask. Subconsciously, I just wanted to know my sister's bedroom secrets.

"And then what?" My sister's face turned even redder. Damn~ So beautiful. This future brother-in-law is too good for him.

"What was it like after that?" I asked quickly, afraid that my sister would regret it. My little brother couldn't help but get hard.

"It was a little painful at first, but after a few times it became comfortable. Sometimes it was so comfortable that I wanted to moan, but I
was too embarrassed . Sigh~ I'm so embarrassed. You can ask your girlfriend yourself later."

My sister said shyly. I was going crazy listening to her. I imagined my sister lying on the bed being penetrated and looking intoxicated.
When my sister said it, I got the feeling that my sister, who was as beautiful and elegant as an angel in my mind, was in a different kind of lewdness in bed
. I really wanted to be with my sister, to make love with her, to enjoy forbidden love. Thinking about it made me hard and I went to the bathroom to masturbate.

I once asked my sister when she discovered my intentions, knew I was about to cross the line, and why she didn't stop me.

My sister thought for a moment, "When I found out you cut the hole in my underwear with scissors, I already guessed it, but I didn't want to
admit it . My lovely brother would do such a thing to me. I didn't know how to tell Mom. I couldn't just say you cut it, and besides
, Mom would wonder why you would cut my underwear. So I just tore it into a ripped shape."

She continued, "And that time, I woke up to find you on top of me, your underwear off. I
didn't know what to do, I was so ashamed, so I covered my face with the blanket, partly to let you know I was awake
and to stop. But you continued, and it hurt so much. I couldn't pretend anymore, so I...

" "Oh, sister, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I knew my sister loved me, always tolerating everything I did to her.
Did she love me too? I asked my sister if she had even a shred of romantic love for me. She just smiled and told me not to overthink it
. Oh my god, if I could do it all over again, I'd choose to be her boyfriend.

(The End)

This narrative style gives the first impression of realism. Honestly, the kind that jumps straight to the point without any emotional buildup feels unnatural.
Because such transgressions of moral boundaries usually have traceable clues, just as there's no love or hate without a cause. After all, sex is shared by both parties, so promiscuity often accumulates little by little; once the feeling is there, it naturally unfolds.
Especially in the text, it's almost like five explorations before finally entering the deep forest, allowing readers to easily follow the trail of discovery. After reading the article, I was deeply moved!
Back then, I also had such thoughts, but I didn't dare take that final step!
The writing is really engaging, and the technique is very delicate!
It was quite enjoyable to read, just a bit short!
Hope you keep writing, and make it longer! It's all about the sibling dynamic, full of surprises and excitement...
It feels very realistic,
but the narration is a bit rough, which makes it less interesting to read.

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