My Beautiful First Time with My Sister Author: kuichengprince

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My Beautiful First Time with My Sister

Author: kuichengprince
Published: 2014-1-23 on sis001.com
Word Count: 7611

This incident was completely unexpected, even though I had been anticipating it for many years. But
when , I simply couldn't believe it. This incident brought me boundless joy, but
it was built on her suffering. Even now, I still feel incredibly guilty. I would rather give up
all this happiness for her well-being. Because she is my sister, and she is different from other women to me. My
love for her is the deepest, most unbreakable bond of blood.

Like most people, I first noticed my sister when I started puberty in middle school. I
began , but the women around me were either older teachers or still-childish girls. At that
time, I frantically searched for all information about women. My sister, five years older than me, was already a
graceful young woman, and her attraction to me was indescribable. However, at that time, I only secretly thought about
my sister and felt my little brother throbbing and burning. I had no improper thoughts whatsoever.

Since we're siblings, there's never been any awkwardness between us. My sister is very relaxed around me,
playfully teasing me without any reservations. This is torture for me! Especially in summer, when she wears low-cut tank tops,
her two little white breasts seem ready to burst out.
How !

When we watch TV in the living room, we always fight over the remote. Actually, I'm not
interested ; I just enjoy the fight. When we play tug-of-war with the remote, her little white breasts
bounce. Accompanied by her laughter, it's the most beautiful scene in the world.

Later, I learned to masturbate, and my sister became my goddess when I did. Sometimes once
a day , sometimes several times. But after a while, I wasn't satisfied with just fantasizing. Or rather, I needed
more material for my fantasies. Because, when I fantasized about my sister, all I could think of were those two
half-exposed breasts.

What a full view of breasts looks like, I don't know. Not just my sister's, I don't know any woman's.
Back then, I hadn't even watched porn. Of course, the mystery surrounding the area between her legs was even more
alluring to me. I was troubled by the thought of when I would have the chance to meet a real woman and experience
what real sex was like.

However, I wasn't lucky. I didn't have a promiscuous older sister, nor did I have an open-minded girlfriend. My
girlfriend wouldn't even let me kiss her. Looking back now, our relationship was truly Platonic. We only told
our best friends that we were a couple, and otherwise, we seemed no different from best friends! It wasn't that I didn't want to do anything, but
she didn't agree, and I didn't have high expectations for this girl who was still a child. I was looking forward to seeing what a
grown-up woman would be like.

Later, by chance, I discovered that the bathroom door wasn't closed tightly. This
was more significant to me than discovering a new continent. It just needed the right moment to work. First, my parents had to be away from home.
Second , my sister had to be home. The chances of this happening were almost zero. The excitement of discovering the crack in the door was quickly
replaced by disappointment, but low-probability events can still happen.

One day, my parents had to go back to their hometown to attend a funeral at an old neighbor's house, and before leaving, they told my sister to take good care of me. I heard
the news and inwardly cheered, but outwardly showed no reaction. Then came the waiting, the agonizing wait.

Finally, my sister went to take a bath that evening. I silently peeked through the crack in the door, secretly admiring her. I
had planned this for a long time, meticulously plotting it. Everything went smoothly; my sister didn't notice me. In the bathroom,
under the warm yellow light, my sister's already fair skin was bathed in a warm glow. I knew that if
I could touch her, it would be even warmer. Those two little white rabbits on her chest were finally completely free. They proudly held up their pink
noses, greedily sucking in the water.

The rabbits, still glistening with water droplets, their warm yellow bodies changing
shape , only to immediately return to their original form. At the same time, I finally saw the long-awaited mysterious area.
A triangular patch of pubic hair grew on her small, bun-shaped breasts. A smooth, thin slit extended downwards, disappearing into her thighs
. Even right before my eyes, it remained so mysterious! Her dark pubic hair, soaked with water, clung tightly to her small mound
. But it wasn't dense enough that I could still see the soft skin beneath.

My sister meticulously washed her body, carefully applying shower gel to every inch, gently rubbing
it. Her slender hands left a trail of fine bubbles, a little hazy, a little beautiful. My sister is so lucky to have such
a beautiful body, but I don't. How wonderful it would be if I had one! I could admire it closely, gently
caress it , and I would love myself to death.

Even if I can't have my sister's beautiful body, it would be nice to become a string of shower gel bubbles!
That way I could cling to her body and gently kiss every inch of her. It would also be nice to become the towel in her hand,
gently absorbing the water droplets from her body. I started to envy everything in the bathroom! They could all
have intimate contact with my sister, but I could only watch from outside the door.

My fantasies became much richer, and for a long time I was content with these fantasies. Time flew by, and
I entered high school. In my first year of high school, I did well on a final exam. My parents gave me permission to go out
drinking to celebrate. I came home slightly tipsy, and my sister was waiting for me. Apparently, my parents had gone out on errands. Hearing this
, I was overjoyed; the alcohol had worn off. This was a golden opportunity!

I pretended to be very drunk, sat down next to my sister, and leaned into her lap. My face was pressed against her
soft, warm breasts, so soft and comfortable against my skin. My sister thought I
was dizzy and asked with concern if I was feeling unwell. I didn't answer her, my hands wandering over her body. I
had no experience and didn't know where to touch, so I just groped around.

My sister didn't know what I was trying to do; she just kept trying to grab my wandering hands. I knew my lips
had to do something, and I frantically kissed her breasts. They were still so soft in my mouth;
I wanted to swallow them whole. My sister screamed and pushed me away. Her eyes revealed an anger I had never seen before;
I knew she was angry!

At that moment, I felt no desire, only utter terror. If my sister told Mom and Dad, Dad might
beat . If others found out, the gossip would be unbearable. I regretted my
actions, standing there dumbfounded, even forgetting to get up. My sister broke the silence, not
by speaking, but by going back to her room and slamming the door shut. It took a long time for me to recover
. I silently returned to my room, pondering how to face what was to come.

Mom and Dad returned late, and my sister and I went to the living room. I noticed my sister had changed into a
crew-neck t-shirt. The tank top that had revealed half of her breasts was gone. She was probably keeping an eye on me, and I was disappointed.
But more than that, I was afraid. I couldn't look at my sister, couldn't look at my parents. Using a hangover from drinking, I retreated to my room, praying
my sister wouldn't tell Mom and Dad.

The next morning, Mom and Dad didn't scold me, which relieved me somewhat. My sister got up, still wearing her
t-shirt, acting as if nothing had happened. I was completely relieved. I knew my sister hadn't told me, and I
was deeply grateful to her. After breakfast, since we had no classes, we watched TV in the living room while my parents went to work.
I didn't dare talk to my sister, but I would glance at her intentionally or unintentionally. I didn't watch TV; I was wondering
why had changed her clothes.

My sister probably noticed the doubt in my eyes, and she smiled: "You've made it red there. What will Mom and Dad do if they see it without
this ?" I smiled too. My sister

looked so beautiful at that moment! Countless thoughts raced through my mind. Did my sister condone my actions? Could I continue? But if she
didn't mean it that way, would she forgive me if I went further? In the end, reason prevailed over desire, and I didn't
take any further action. And that was the end of that matter.

In the years that followed, I often recalled my sister's words, and just thinking about them made me incredibly excited. Countless
nights, it was that moment of sucking her breast combined with my sister's words that amused me. Later, I
got into university, got a girlfriend, and experienced real sex. My sister also got a boyfriend. My
fantasies about my sister ended, and that feeling gradually settled into the deepest part of my memory.

During my years of university, my sister didn't get married, and I never understood why. It
was
n't until I returned home for Chinese New Year during my senior year that I realized my mother's face was always expressionless. One time, a classmate invited me out, but after leaving, I came back and found my mother alone on the sofa, wiping away tears. I was shocked; something terrible must have happened
, but I had no idea.

I went to my mother and asked what was wrong. She shook her head, refusing to tell me. I repeatedly
told her that I was grown up and should take responsibility for the family. My mother, her eyes red, said, "It's not that I think you
can't handle it, it's just that you can't handle this."

"What is it? Mom, don't scare me."

"Your sister broke up."

I laughed, "I thought it was something serious! It's normal for young people to break up these days! Don't overthink it."

"But your sister is unfortunate! She's had a hard life! She can't have children. She hasn't married for years because she's been treating her illness
. Now that guy thinks it's incurable and has remarried. I don't know what I did to deserve
this suffering!"

Hearing this, I was stunned. How could this be? My sister is so beautiful, so
perfectly , how could she be infertile?! I still held onto hope: "Treat her! Medicine is so advanced now, keep treating her!"

My mother shook her head and began to sob. I knew things weren't as simple as I thought. I silently
stayed by my mother's side, my mind blank, not knowing what to do. Just a second ago I said I was all grown up
, but my mother was right, this really isn't something I can handle! I'm so useless!

I found an opportunity to talk to my sister. I advised her to let go of that man, but it's easier said than done.
Anyone who's experienced heartbreak understands the pain; even if you explain it a thousand times, it still hurts! There was no point in saying more, so I
said to my sister in an unyielding tone, "Let's go on a trip for a few days."

My sister didn't refuse; she knew I meant well. We went to a few nearby attractions. I
subtly hinted that she should find another boyfriend. At the same time, I tried various ways to cheer her up. I won't go into the details of that. Later
, I went to school, graduated smoothly, and stayed in the city where my university was located to work. My sister gradually
recovered , although she was still occasionally melancholic.

In July, I received a call from my sister. "I'm coming to see you in a couple of days. Your girlfriend
isn't is she?"

"Sis! I've already broken up with her! Why do you have to bring that up?"

"It's good that we broke up; it'll prevent her from misunderstanding. Clean the house properly; I don't want a pile of trash to greet
me."

"You're such a good sister!"

I picked my sister up from the airport and took her home. She had her usual smile back and looked even more beautiful. It wasn't until I was about to go to bed
that I realized I lived alone, so I only had one bed! I started worrying about what
to do , but my sister seemed completely unconcerned. We played on the computer for a while, and then it was time for bed. My sister
took a shower, and I went to shower after her. When I came back, my sister was already in bed. She didn't try to seduce me, which
was completely different from what I had imagined in the bathroom.

Ever since she came to my place, I had been fantasizing about all sorts of things, and that excessive behavior from a few years ago came
vividly . Seeing my sister dressed neatly in her nightgown, I knew that my fantasies were unrealistic. My desire
had already been released during the shower. I had no expectations left and was ready to curl up on the sofa for the night. My sister saw me and stopped
me: "How can you sleep on a single sofa? Sleep on the bed! We're siblings!"

I lay on the bed, constantly thinking, "We're siblings." Yes, nothing could possibly happen.
I should just go to sleep. But my lower body was completely out of control; it was pushing up my loose pants, bowing towards the ceiling
.

My sister noticed my change and smiled, "Still not honest after all these years." My face
flushed instantly, and I didn't know what to say. My sister continued, "You're such a grown-up, and you're still blushing."

"Sis, I was drunk that time."

"Yeah, really drunk. You made a huge red mark on my front. I was so worried Mom would see it and
ask me what it was."

"Really? I've forgotten."

"Really forgotten?"

"Uh, no! That was the first time!"

My sister laughed, followed by a silent silence. Perhaps it was a little awkward; we knew we shouldn't
continue this topic. But deep down, I was also eager to continue. I racked my brains for a topic, and finally
asked the one thing I shouldn't have. I said, "Sis, are you still undergoing treatment?"

My sister's silence turned to sadness, and tears immediately rolled down her cheeks. I realized I had said
something I shouldn't have, and immediately comforted her, "It's okay, I'm here for you." "I'm here for you"—what use was that? I didn't even know
myself ! I wiped away my sister's tears, and she pulled my arm around her, throwing herself into my arms and crying even
harder. I was completely at a loss.

I don't know how much time passed, but my sister cried herself to sleep and fell asleep. Right there in my arms, I held her tightly.
Although women weren't mysterious to me at this point, holding my sister still thrilled me. My sister
's body was more mature and fuller than it had been a few years ago. Her breasts were now big and soft
against my chest. I drifted off to sleep contentedly, with a gentle happiness in my heart.

The night passed, and when I woke up, my sister was already awake. She had her smile back and seemed quite happy. Seeing that
I was awake, she sat cross-legged on the bed and said to me, "You're awake! I have something to tell you."

I replied, "What is it? So early in the morning."

"I've thought about it for a long time, and I think you're right. I should forget that person and start a new life."

"Yes! You've finally figured it out. It should have been done a long time ago! So, what do you think a new life would be like
?"

"Hmm—life is beautiful. The world keeps turning even if someone leaves. Besides, there
are many people in this world who care about me!"

"Oh?"

"Like, my lovely little brother!"

"Of course, we're siblings."

The conversation suddenly fell silent again. I felt that my sister still had something to say to me, but she seemed
undecided . I encouraged her, "What can't you tell me? I'm your brother! The closest
man to you in the world!"

"Brother, I want to continue treatment for my problem."

"Great! That's always been my encouragement! If you don't have money, I'm working now, we
can definitely afford it together."

"Money isn't a problem."

"Then what is the problem?"

"This is embarrassing to say."

"It's alright, we're the closest of family!"

"It's...that...the doctor said that to treat this, I need...I need someone to cooperate." My sister's voice almost faded
towards the end ; she must have been forcing herself to say those embarrassing words. Of course I
understood what "cooperation" meant, but I still reluctantly said, "You should find a boyfriend soon."

Tears welled up in my sister's eyes again, and she almost cried, saying, "Who would want me like this!" Afraid
she'd cry again, I mustered my courage and said, "Sis, don't worry. It's not a problem!
If you want cooperation, what do you think of me? What do you think of me?"

"How can that be? We're siblings! That's incest, no way!"

At this point, I knew my sister just needed a way out. She was, after all, a woman, even if she'd thought
that way . I had to take that step, so I put my arm around her shoulder. I gently said to her, "Sister,
these are extraordinary times. We're getting treatment, not committing incest. If we cooperate and get cured, you
can confidently pursue your happiness. Besides, we're in this unfamiliar city; if you don't tell and I don't tell,
no one will know. We're siblings, and it's precisely because we're siblings that we can trust each other and
keep each other's secrets! If you find another man to treat you with, even if he's your best friend, he
can't completely keep your secrets. And he'll only be taking from you, wanting to possess your body. How could he
genuinely want you to be well like I do?"

My sister didn't answer, but I knew she had let go of half her worries. I held her shoulders,
looked into her eyes, and continued, "Sister, we're getting treatment! Not some despicable incest! Besides,
we 're living in the new era; we should consider the actual situation and not be bound by convention. Relax,
focus on your treatment, and maybe you'll get better soon?"

My sister still didn't speak, but gently closed her eyes. I knew this was tacit agreement with my words. At that
moment, words couldn't express my excitement. I only knew that my entire body was bursting with excitement, every pore
cheering !

I gently kissed my sister's lips, those lips I had longed for for so many years. They were softer, warmer
, and more . A current surged from the root of my spine to my head, my cheeks almost stiffening from the intense stimulation.
I hugged my sister tightly, wishing I could pull her into my body, to make us one,
inseparable . Our lips intertwined, our arms clasped tightly together, and we remained in that position for an unknown
amount of time. This kiss, so long overdue, was something neither of us wanted to part from.

Until we were breathless, we finally separated our lips. We gazed at each other, then pressed our lips together again.
At the same time , I extended my tongue, prying open my sister's teeth, exploring the smooth tip of her tongue in her mouth. My sister
responded cooperatively, and we licked each other, enjoying the electric currents transmitted through our tongues. There was no
delicacy in the world more delicious than my sister's tongue! I gently laid my sister down, pressing myself against her, without
stopping kissing her.

She wrapped her arms around me, one hand resting on the back of my head, gently holding my hair, as if
afraid I might suddenly pull away. But sister, how could I bear to leave? Her other hand slipped inside my
clothes , pulling them down to my armpits. Reluctantly, I pulled away from her lips, took off my shirt, and
immediately kissed her again. She stroked my bare back; without the clothes, the stimulation was even more intense.
Her hands seemed to carry an electric current, sending tingling sensations through me, making me feel
comfortable .

I supported myself with one hand, freeing the other to touch her breasts. Even through her clothes, I could
feel their softness and warmth. I couldn't wait any longer; I quickly touched them outside her clothes before slipping them inside.
Inside. And in the next second, I helped my sister remove her outer garment. Two bodies, without any fabric separating them, were finally pressed
tightly together. I truly felt my sister's warmth. Her whole body was electrifying;
the places I touched felt completely tingly!

Throughout this process, our lips never parted, but when my sister's breasts pressed against my body,
I knew I should kiss them. A hasty kiss years ago—I hadn't truly felt them yet! I kissed my way down
my sister 's neck, inch by inch, my destination being her breasts, but I wouldn't miss
the scenery along the way. My sister's fair neck, her sexy collarbone, her deep cleavage—I couldn't resist kissing every inch!
Under my scanning kisses, my sister constantly twisted her body. Her freed mouth gasped for breath!

Finally, I kissed my sister's large breasts! And the nipples were pink,
much more beautiful than where I had kissed before! I cupped my sister's breasts in my hands, gently kneading and kissing them, focusing all my
attention on those tender mounds of flesh. It was so hard, so unexpected, so
incredibly exciting! For a moment, I even wondered if I was dreaming! But my doubts, my thoughts, were quickly pulled
back by the pleasure. My lower body was hard and throbbing, even a little painful, as if it were about to burst, desperately needing
a warm little nest to envelop it!

I stopped caressing my sister's breasts; there would be plenty of opportunities later. While kissing my sister's breasts, I
began to pull down her pants. At the same time, my sister started pulling down my waistband. When we were both
free from our annoying constraints, completely naked before each other, I realized my sister was already dazed;
she was just instinctively caressing me, instinctively letting out low moans.

I reached down and tested her lower body; it was wet. I could enter her directly. My
dear sister, I'm coming, I want to unite with you, we will become one. Sister! I parted my sister
's legs and slowly placed my body between them. Holding my already swollen penis,
I caressed it against the outside of her tender vulva for a while, and then, as if drawn by magic, it plunged straight into her depths! A warm
current enveloped my penis, waves of electricity coursing through my body, sending
signals of bliss to my brain.

It wasn't just my penis entering my sister's body; my entire body was enveloped by her love. My
hands returned to my sister's breasts, my lips
exploring her tongue, neck, collarbone, and nipples. My sister's hands caressed my buttocks, grabbed my hair, and scratched
my back. We didn't need to consciously thrust; our bodies,
stirred by the electric current, writhed, stimulating our joined parts, sending shivers of pleasure through our naked bodies!

Finally, I couldn't resist the relentless stimulation. A powerful current surged to my brain, and my hips
involuntarily quickened their movements, thrusting wildly into my sister. With a spasm throughout my body,
a warm current gushed from my penis, spraying deep into my sister's body. After the first wave, the second wave followed immediately! Another
spasm, my penis throbbing gently inside my sister's vagina! With each throbbing, a little semen shot out, and with each shot, my whole body
felt an electric shock! This repeated several times until everything calmed down.

I lay limply on my sister's chest, my penis still inside her. We breathed heavily,
trying to calm our wildly beating hearts! Yes, I had made love with my sister, I had united with my sister! Although
it was hard to believe , I was truly one with my sister!

After a brief recovery, we were both calmer. I looked at my sister, and she looked at me. We
smiled at each other , and I kissed her again, pinning her down. My sister struggled and turned her head away, saying, "What! More
?" I didn't speak, silencing her with my actions. My sister gradually returned to the mood, and we
entwined, caressed, and moved our bodies. There were no special positions, and no obscene words. Our relationship
was purely about making love, sex paved with love!

That afternoon we went to the hospital, registered, had tests done, and prepared for long-term treatment. Having overcome our initial
concerns, our lovemaking gradually became more varied. Our pleasure also increased
! My sister would give me oral sex and try different positions with me.

I cooperated with my sister's treatment, right up until now. Although we're not cured yet, my sister and I no longer care about
whether we can be cured or not. My sister says that with me, she has enough. I love my sister enough too, but she insists that
I find a girlfriend. That's a story for another time.

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