My Memoirs (Incest Chapter) [Full Text]

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I was born in the late 1970s. My family lived in a small town, the kind of place common in rural southern China: although the population was somewhat dense, it was still relatively underdeveloped.

My father was very intelligent. In his youth, he traveled the country, working as a stonemason and a storyteller. He was very strong, able to carry over 700 jin (350 kg) on a load. In his early years, he had also served as a militia company commander and a model worker, so by all accounts, he should have been very accomplished. Unfortunately, in his youth, society was turbulent, and making a living was difficult.

My grandfather was a renowned tailor. During the years of the Japanese invasion, he fled with his belongings but was unfortunately captured by the Japanese and forced to work as a laborer. Later, he was fortunate enough to be released by a Japanese soldier with a conscience. However, all his possessions were gone, and my grandfather was too weak to even kill a chicken. He tried everything to make a living but failed, and finally starved to death while planting millet, leaving behind my father, who was only seven years old at the time.

My father started herding sheep for a wealthy family when he was seven. Later, to support himself, he left home at 14 to work in another city, returning at 40 still a bachelor.

My mother was a woman with a tragic life. She married a man first, gave birth to a daughter at 20, and then a son two years later. The couple were loving, and her husband was capable and intelligent; their family was very happy. However, her husband developed a hereditary mental illness, and soon after, he overdosed on sedatives, leaving behind his wife and children.

Later, through matchmaking, she remarried my father, who was 12 years older than her. A year after their marriage, I was born. At that time, my half-brother was two years old, and my sister was four. Two years later, my younger sister was born. By

then, the one-child policy had been implemented, and as soon as my sister was born, officials came to collect a fine. But because my family was truly destitute, we only had to pay a 100 yuan fine to settle the matter.

My mother was very beautiful when she was young. I still remember when I was about two or three years old, some people would tease me when my mother carried me out, saying I looked like my father but not my mother. I cried then, babbling, "I look like my mother, not my father, I'm pretty." Time always flies, and soon I broke free from my mother's embrace. I started kindergarten when I was six. Kindergartens back then weren't like they are now; they were more like daycare centers. They were places to teach children so they could smoothly transition to primary school. At that

time, my older sister and brother were already in primary school, but my younger sister was still small and didn't understand much, always staying in bed. Because there were many people in the family, my father, besides farming, often went out to do odd jobs.

One afternoon, I sneaked out of kindergarten to go home, wanting to find something to eat. When I entered the house, I found my mother wasn't home. I went to the inner room to look, and my younger sister was sleeping in bed. I looked in the cupboard and saw there was nothing to eat, which made me a little unhappy.

Just as I was wondering why my mother wasn't home, I heard what sounded like noises coming from the small room behind the stove (our family had a small room behind the stove with a door; it was used to store firewood and sometimes pigs). I peeked through the crack in the door.

I saw my mother sitting naked in a large wooden tub, taking a bath. My mother was only in her early thirties then, and normally a six-year-old like me wouldn't understand much, but when I saw her body, I felt the same urges as an adult.

Looking at her snow-white breasts and dark pubic hair, I inexplicably got an erection. Later, while still peeking, I started touching myself. I remember touching myself and then stopping, wanting to open the door and hug my mother, but knowing I shouldn't, I didn't dare move. I looked again, then touched myself again.

My heart was pounding, and I was holding my breath.

Quite by chance, just as I was struggling internally, someone called out from outside the gate, "Is anyone home?" I jumped in fright, quickly pulled up my pants, and ran to the gate. A neighbor came over, saw me, and asked, "Is your father home?" I shook my head. Then

she asked, "And your mother?" I said, "She's taking a bath inside." The neighbor then called out loudly, "Sister-in-law, could I borrow your shovel for a moment?" My mother heard this from inside and said, "Take it, it's right by the door." I quickly went to find it and gave it to the neighbor. A while later, my mother came

out after her bath, gave me a light tap on the head, and said, "Why did you come home? What are you doing here!" I didn't dare say anything and ran back to kindergarten.

From that moment on, I became obsessed with my mother's body; you could say that every day, my mind was filled with thoughts of her body from that day.

My mother's breasts were so big, and her lower body was different from mine. I also remember sometimes waking up at night, half-asleep, and vaguely seeing my father on top of my mother, breathing heavily. Although I didn't quite understand what they were doing, I seemed to understand a little bit, and the excitement and desire in my heart were uncontrollable.

After that, I often sneaked home, hoping to have another chance to peek at my mother taking a bath, but unfortunately, I never saw her again. Once, I came home just as my mother was about to finish bathing and was about to come out, and I almost got caught.

My house was very small, with only two beds in the inner room. Because there were four children, there weren't enough beds no matter how we slept. Sometimes I slept with my parents, one end of the bed and the other end. Sometimes I slept with my older sister and her siblings.

The four of us would share one bed, sleeping at opposite ends. At night, my four siblings and I would often kick each other. My brother and I would kick the hardest, and my older sister and younger sister would often cry from our kicking. Later, my older sister asked me to sleep at one end of the bed with her, so that when we kicked each other, one side wouldn't always be at a disadvantage.

My older sister was very good to me; she was very sensible, and she always insisted on washing the clothes at home. I was playful, and my clothes would get dirty easily. As soon as I got home, I'd take them off and throw them on the bed, and my older sister would always quietly take them to wash.

My dad would sometimes bring us candy or other snacks when he went out to work. I was greedy, and my sister would always wait until I finished her portion before giving me hers. If I was ever upset, my sister was always the first to know.

My sister always doted on me and took care of everything, while my brother was very mischievous and didn't like being with me, whom he thought had a somewhat strange personality (I was quite quiet as a child and didn't go out much).

After school, he'd go climbing trees and playing marbles. Sometimes he'd play until late and not go home, sleeping at a classmate's house or just spending the night somewhere. At first, my parents would often go looking for him and bring him back, but since nothing serious happened, they just let him be.

My younger sister was still small then, and she was always crying and making a fuss. Sometimes the arguments were so intense that everyone got annoyed, and we couldn't talk to her much.

However, I had a lot to talk about with my sister. She would often tell me funny stories or anecdotes, though most of them were just not very good stories she found in her textbooks.

But for me at the time, I was already very entertained, and because of this, I often slept with my sister at night.

Maybe I matured early. I was supposed to go to kindergarten until I was 8, but I felt that all the other children were too immature, and we didn't get along well. I often argued with the teachers. When

I was 7, I didn't want to stay there anymore, and after passing the exam, I entered first grade at 7, attending the same school as my sister. I was quite smart back then, and my grades were very good from the start. My classmates all liked to play with me, and we got along very well. With more friends, some things faded from memory.

Everyone says that childhood is the best time, and I think so too, because later, I shuttled between school and home, going to class in the morning and going home to sleep at night. Time really flew by.

It's true, even though my sister, brother, and I all went to the same school, we never got married after graduating from junior high.

My brother often skipped classes, I rarely left the classroom, and my sister rarely came out either. After so many years in the same school, I didn't even know which class they were in.

When I was nine years old, my older sister started junior high school and seemed to be beginning to understand things. I was a bit taller than other kids my age, just a little shorter than my sister.

Sometimes at night, we would unconsciously hug each other while sleeping, which felt very comfortable. Sometimes my sister would touch my genitals, and I would touch hers too. We talked less at night, but our relationship seemed to have grown even stronger.

I remember one summer vacation, my father went out to work and only came home every few days. My mother took my younger sister to my maternal grandmother's house, leaving just my older brother, sister, and me at home.

My brother didn't like being at home; he would run around during the day and rarely came home to sleep at night. I preferred to stay home and read, and my sister had to cook, so it was basically just the two of us at home.

One afternoon, it was very hot, and my sister and I went to play in the fields.

Our area wasn't far from the village; there were large fields and many reservoirs and ponds. My sister and I planned to collect some snails to bring home for dinner. Children from poor families learn to gather food from the outside world at a young age. I've also gone to collect snails several times and quite enjoyed eating them; snail meat is much tastier than vegetables.

My sister and I each took a washbasin, and because the sun was strong, we wore straw hats. After walking quite a distance, we found a small pond in the fields. It wasn't very big, and the water looked dirty, but there should be snails. There was a small thatched hut next to it, probably where the fishkeeper used to live, but it was now abandoned.

My sister looked around and thought the place was nice, so she said to me, "Brother, let's collect snails here. You go first." I took off my shorts, grabbed my washbasin, and went into the water (that was all I was wearing at the time; I had no clothes or underwear). My sister went to the thatched hut, took off her clothes, and went into the water wearing only a vest and floral boxer shorts (she was originally wearing a skirt).

We both went into the water. The water wasn't deep; I could stand in the middle of the pond with my head sticking out. My sister collected snails from the side, while I dove into the mud in the middle.

My sister quickly filled most of the basin with snails. I was too busy playing in the water to find many snails, but I did find a few big clams.

Later, I simply put the basin on the bank and went to play in the water, diving and swimming on my back – it was so much fun!

My sister had only brought me out to play, so she didn't care how many snails I found. Even after I stopped, she kept searching for them little by little until she had collected most of the pond and her basin was full. She came ashore and called me to join her.

I dove out of the pond, grabbed my shorts, and followed my sister into the thatched hut.

Half of my sister's vest was wet. I wanted to put on my pants, but she said, "You're all wet. Wait until you're a little dry before you put them on." So I didn't put them on right away and just stood there. The sun was very strong then, and you'd dry off quickly no matter where you stood.

My sister put the basin aside, took off her underwear in front of me, then took off her vest to dry herself, then handed it to me to dry myself as well, and then quickly put on her skirt.

For some reason, the moment my sister put on her skirt, I saw her bare lower body, and my penis got hard again. I quickly covered it with my hands, and then looked at my sister's breasts. Although they weren't as big as my mother's, they were already a little bulging. My mouth went dry.

After my sister finished, she saw me like this and laughed. She reached out to pull my hand away, but I shyly dodged.

My sister said, "What's wrong? Let me see, what's there to be embarrassed about?" I let go and walked to my sister's side. "I don't know why, but I just looked at you, and my penis got hard." My sister seemed very curious. She grabbed my penis and squeezed it a few times, saying, "Your thing really does get hard, that's funny." My heart was pounding, and my face turned red. Finally, I mustered up the courage to say, "Sis, can I touch your penis too?" Actually, it wasn't that we hadn't touched each other before. We had touched each other's penises when we slept together at night before, but it was just a casual touch, and we hadn't looked at each other's penises or touched them very carefully. When I touched my sister, I felt that her genitals weren't like mine; they were round with a slight indentation in the middle.

My sister thought for a moment, ignored me, wrung out her vest and underwear, and hung them on the straw shed to dry. Then she came back in and stared at me.

I got scared by her gaze, thinking she was going to hit me. But after a while, I realized she didn't mean that.

My sister said to me, "Let's get some straw and sit on the ground to feel around." I was overjoyed when I heard my sister say that, and hurriedly grabbed a few handfuls of straw from the shed. My sister took them, spread the straw on the ground, and sat down. I immediately sat down next to her.

My sister pulled her skirt up to her waist, revealing her lower body, and spread her legs, saying, "Brother, then feel around, I'll let you feel around." I excitedly reached out and touched her genitals, my hand trembling at first.

I didn't really touch it, just randomly touched it with my fingers, afraid my sister would be unhappy again. But she didn't say anything, and seemed to find it funny, so I got bolder and said to her, "Sis, you've taken my thing so many times, but I've never really touched yours properly. I want to see how yours is different from mine. Can you lean back a little so I can touch it?" My sister agreed and leaned back slightly. I crawled to the opposite side of her and knelt down in front of her spread legs.

My sister's genitals were completely different from mine. There was no hair, and they were different from my mother's either. There wasn't a thing like mine, but instead, there was a round bulge between her thighs with a thin slit in the middle, which was concave. The part closer to her anus seemed to be deeper, like there was a hole.

I probed and tentatively ran my fingers along the concave slit. The flesh my fingers touched felt very smooth; I couldn't tell if it was soft or hard, but it felt very comfortable to touch.

I touched it for a while, and my sister looked down at me. After a moment, she said, "What are you touching all that time?" She reached out, took one of my fingers, and pressed it into the deepest part of the slit, saying, "Little brother, try pressing it in a little harder." I tried pressing it in and was startled to find that my fingertip had actually gone in a little. I pulled my hand back and looked up at my sister.

My sister said to me, "Little brother, in our health class, we said that women have an opening down there called a vagina, which is used for giving birth and for sex (our local dialect, meaning to have sex). I don't know if it's this." I didn't know what a vagina was, but I had heard of sex. It seemed to be when a man is on top of a woman, like when I saw my father and mother doing that in the middle of the night. Although I didn't know the real meaning, I knew that it was the most secret thing between men and women.

I asked my sister, "Sis, why is my penis different from yours? My sister's is different from mine too, and Mom's is different too. What's 'doing sex'?" My sister shook her head and said to me, "I don't really know either. In class, they said it's sexual intercourse, putting a man's and a woman's genitals together. The genitals are our genitals. Someone in my class said that 'doing sex' is putting a man's penis into a woman's vagina, and it feels very good. I don't know how to put it in." My sister pulled me to stand in front of her, and played with my penis in both hands. I felt a little itchy.

I said to my sister, "Sis, I want to touch your vagina again." My sister said, "Then you should touch my vagina properly (that's our local dialect, it's a woman's private parts)." She turned her head to look at the straw on the ground, and simply lay down on the ground, spreading her legs apart.

I knelt between her legs again, and this time I used my fingers to dig along her slit more forcefully. Slowly, a lot of water came out of my sister's vagina, it was slippery, and the long slit split open a little, as if there really was a hole in the middle. It was very soft there.

I inserted my finger into the hole and found that it went in. It was really fun, but I was too scared to really push it in; it was just the tip of my finger.

Then, I excitedly looked up at my sister and said, "Sis, your pussy really seems to have a hole. I put it in." My sister's face turned red, and she stared at me blankly.

I didn't know what was wrong with me. Afraid that my sister didn't want me to leave it there, I took my finger out. My sister looked at my hesitation, then tilted her head to listen and look around, making sure no one was nearby. She swallowed and pulled me, saying, "Brother, climb on top of me and let's try having sex, okay?" Hearing my sister say this, I was really excited. The thought of doing that most secret thing with adults, especially with my favorite sister, made my face turn bright red, and I nodded vigorously.

I quickly pressed down on my sister. The moment our bodies touched, I felt both comfortable and nervous. I don't know how to describe it.

I just didn't know how to make love; I just stupidly pressed down on her and then froze.

My sister reached out and hugged me, saying, "It's not like that. You have to put your penis into my pussy first." My penis was already very hard, so when my sister said that, I took it and aimed it at her vagina, then started thrusting haphazardly. My sister's vagina became very wet from my thrusting, and soon my penis was dripping wet. It felt so good when my penis touched my sister's vagina, but I didn't know how to make love, and I couldn't penetrate her. I was really anxious. My sister

didn't say anything, but just pressed my buttocks with her hand. She seemed very flustered, constantly looking at me and then at the side.

After a while, she whispered in my ear, "Did you put it into my pussy?" I said no, and she said "oh," then touched our joined lower bodies, touched her own vagina, and squeezed my hard penis, but couldn't figure out anything. I seemed unsure of what to do, how to insert my penis into her vagina to truly "have sex."

My sister told me to crawl down and see where her vaginal opening was. I quickly crawled down, knelt between her legs, and examined it with my hands. However, it seemed sticky from the fluid flowing from her vagina, and I wasn't sure where the opening I had seen earlier was.

I quickly ran my fingers along the opening, my fingers digging quite deep. My sister's vagina was open, revealing tender pink flesh inside the white opening, glistening with vaginal fluid. When I touched it, my sister seemed to tremble nervously.

I was also very nervous. I knew then that if anyone saw us doing this, we'd be in big trouble.

After searching for a while and still not finding it, my penis grew even more painfully swollen. Thinking that pressing against my sister's vulva would feel much better, I quickly climbed on top of her and pressed down, rubbing my penis against her vulva haphazardly. My sister seemed to feel something from my thrusting, pressing my buttocks down with her hands, sometimes quite forcefully.

As I thrust haphazardly like this, I felt my penis getting more and more comfortable, as if my body was on fire. After a while, I felt something pressing up in my lower body, and then I thrust faster and faster, and my sister's vulva became increasingly slippery.

My penis inexplicably experienced intense pleasure, and I felt a slight stinging sensation in my urethra. Then my penis throbbed a few times, as if something had ejaculated. The pleasure was so intense that I suddenly felt weak, and my body stiffened as I pressed myself against my sister.

After a while, my sister touched our lower bodies and slapped my buttocks: "Brother, why did you pee on your sister?" I got up to look, and there were a few drops of white liquid, thicker than the vaginal fluid, on my sister's vulva.

I hurriedly said, "Sister, I didn't mean to pee. I didn't intend to, it just kept coming out on its own." My sister slowly sat up and touched her genitals again. "It's so wet. How could this happen?" She seemed to want me to tell her, but I shook my head.

My penis was still hard and swollen after the "pee," but it didn't feel as uncomfortable as at the beginning.

Looking back now, my penis was considered large for a child at that time, about 8 or 9 centimeters.

My sister suddenly said, "Brother, that wasn't pee. You must have ejaculated. I read in a book that men ejaculate inside women's vaginas, and then they get pregnant." I didn't quite understand. I didn't know why ejaculation "would lead to pregnancy," and I didn't pay much attention. But I knew that what I ejaculated wasn't dirty pee.

My sister probably knew that she wasn't pregnant yet, so she didn't say anything about it. Anyway, when she said "you'll get pregnant," her expression wasn't as fearful or hesitant as some novels describe.

My sister and I sat looking at each other, and suddenly we both burst out laughing. My sister pinched my penis hard again, saying, "I told you not to pee on me, you naughty thing!" I laughed and reached out to tickle my sister, and we stood up and hugged each other, tickling each other and laughing loudly.

Suddenly, someone walked in from behind us and said, "Juanjuan, Jianjian, what are you doing here?" My sister and I were playing around and were startled by this. We stopped and turned around to see our father, holding a hammer and chisel, looking at us.

I was so scared that I couldn't speak. If my father had seen what we were doing, he would definitely beat me to death this time. I could only look at my sister silently.

My sister said, "We're out collecting snails." Dad saw the basin beside him, then looked at my sister in her skirt, put down his hammer and chisel, and said to her, "I was quarrying stones around here today, and came here to bathe. I didn't expect to see you here too. We've collected a lot of snails. You two should go home first; Dad will be back soon." My sister and I quickly agreed. Dad affectionately patted my head, saying, "The sun is so strong; you've gotten so tanned. It'll be better at home." He added, "Juanjuan, go back and stir-fry a plate of snails first, so I can have some drinks when I get home. Start cooking dinner too." My sister said, "I will, Dad, hurry home." I quickly put on my shorts, and my sister dressed outside. My brother and I, carrying the basin, went home first.

On the way home, we were terrified. My sister and I secretly discussed what to do if Dad had seen us earlier, but even after we got home and prepared the snails, we couldn't come up with a solution. We just had to keep cooking and figure it out. We were both so anxious back then.

But when Dad came home, after drinking and eating, he looked at us eating and kept praising us for being good and resourceful. He told my sister to take good care of me, saying he was worried I wouldn't be doing well while he was away.

My sister and I finally felt relieved.

Our two beds were a straight line, the old-fashioned carved wooden beds. One was supposedly part of my mother's dowry, and the other was left to me by my grandmother.

These beds had wooden railings to prevent me from falling out, but a few times I'd slept poorly and fallen off. In the dark of the night, I'd be half-asleep and start crying. My parents would hear me and rush over to carry me back to bed and tidy up the blankets. But back

then, we didn't have concrete floors, so falling didn't seem to hurt much.

After that time my sister and I caught snails, we got along even better. We always slept together at night. At that time, Mom and my younger sister were still at Grandma's house, and my older brother didn't come home to sleep. My sister and I would talk until very late at night, telling each other little stories.

Because it was summer vacation and we didn't have classes, Dad didn't pay much attention to us. He was very tired from working and would fall asleep soon after.

My father didn't know that while my sister and I were talking, we were both vigorously touching each other's bodies under the covers. At that time, I wasn't interested in breasts; I only touched my sister's genitals. My sister would take my penis and pinch and rub it, having a great time.

This went on for two days. Then, my father became very busy with work, saying he wouldn't be able to sleep at home for several days. Before leaving, he told my sister to cook for me and take care of things at home, and then he went out.

At that time, the house was practically just my sister and me. My brother disappeared for several days after my father left, and I didn't know where he was playing.

My sister and I basically stayed at home all day playing games, playing cards, and sometimes we would go to collect snails or check on the vegetables in our family's garden. However, after being scared by my father last time, we never dared to be as bold and reckless outside again.

That morning, my sister and I woke up around 5 a.m. It was still dark, and we weren't hungry, so we didn't want to get up. Since it was just the two of us at home, we could prepare food whenever we wanted.

So my sister and I talked on the bed. It was hot then, and we covered each other with a thin quilt and a bamboo mat underneath. Since it was just the two of us at home, we didn't wear clothes to bed at night. Before falling asleep, we touched each other's bodies and secretly studied how to "have sex." We studied it many times and tried several times over those few days, which made us very tired, but we still couldn't really have sex.

After talking for a while, my sister put her hand on my penis and squeezed it, asking me, "Brother, why can't I get it in? Don't I have a hole down there?" I turned to the side, thought for a moment, and said, "I saw that you have a hole there the other day, but I don't know why I can't get it in. Is the hole too small and I can't find it?" My sister pulled my hand to her vulva and told me to touch it, saying, "Brother, touch it carefully again and see if you can find it." I used my fingers to touch my sister's vulva. Because I had touched it many times, I skillfully used my fingers to slide into my sister's slit.

After touching her for a while, my sister's vulva became slippery. Neither my sister nor I spoke. I remember my sister looking at me calmly, probably hoping I could find her vagina soon.

I carefully traced the opening with my fingers. Later, I noticed that sometimes when I traced downwards with my fingers, my sister's vulva would soften, and there would be more fluid coming out from there. I tried pressing hard on the softest part with my fingers, and surprisingly, I found that my fingers went in a little bit.

My sister felt it too, and said excitedly, "Brother, did you put your finger in? It feels like I'm a little swollen down there." While I was touching her, my penis was already hard. I was already very excited tracing my sister's vulva with my fingers. Now, feeling my fingers inserted into a soft, warm little hole was really stimulating. I said, "Sis, let me take a look first." I pulled back the blanket, didn't move my fingers, and crawled between my sister's legs to take a look.

My sister glanced nervously at the window in the room (there's a small window next to our bed, not very high, with clear glass, so you can see half of the bed from the outside), and said to me, "Why don't we go to Dad's bed? People will see us here." There was a curtain between the two beds. My sister grabbed the blanket, and I followed her, slipping through the curtain to Dad's bed. This bed was covered by the curtain, so people outside shouldn't be able to see us.

My sister put down the blanket, lay down, and whispered, "Brother, now try putting it in again." She then spread her legs wide, exposing her entire genitals.

My brother and I, in broad daylight, were doing this "bad thing" in the house. Actually, we were both very scared, but we couldn't resist our curiosity and desire.

I knelt between my sister's legs, looking at her smooth, hairless vulva. The slit in her vulva was slightly open, and the spot where I had just inserted my finger seemed to have a small opening, revealing some tender, pink flesh. It was near her anus, and I hadn't noticed it before.

I boldly inserted my finger into that spot again, this time more accurately, the first joint of my finger going in. I nervously told my sister, "It must be here, sis, we can have sex now!" My sister turned her head to look and said, "I can't see, but it's good that you found it. Now let's try it. You climb on top of me and put your penis in the hole." I immediately pulled out my finger and pressed it against my sister's body, my hard penis pressing against her vulva. My

sister reached down, took my penis, and brought it to her vulva. I looked at it as she brought it closer, asking if it was the right spot. When it reached the spot where I had just inserted my finger, I quickly said yes, and my sister told me to push harder.

I was really pent up, so I pushed my penis forward with all my might. My sister's vagina was very wet, and the opening was slightly open. With that push, my penis went in smoothly, but only a little bit.

My sister gasped and let go, saying, "It's in, isn't it? Why does it feel so swollen down there?" I looked, and it really was in; part of it was inside, but about 6 or 7 centimeters were still sticking out.

At that moment, I didn't feel anything particularly special, just a lot of excitement, because I could actually penetrate my sister's body.

After a while, my sister touched it and said, "Why is there still so much left?" She told me to push it in further. I pushed with my hips, and easily inserted most of my penis.

My sister gritted her teeth and frowned, hugging me tightly. I didn't dare move. My sister said, "Brother, it hurts down there!" I felt a little pain too, because my penis was still covered by the foreskin, and the insertion had pulled the foreskin. Although it hurt a little, my sister's vagina felt so tight and soft, enveloping my penis, and it felt really good.

I held my sister still like that for several minutes. Then, for some reason, my sister twisted her hips, and I suddenly felt my penis being stimulated so much that I couldn't help but thrust my hips forward, almost inserting my entire penis into my sister's vagina, and then I ejaculated.

This was the first time I had ejaculated into my sister's vagina. The feeling of ejaculation was intense, and my sister felt it too, asking me, "Brother, did you ejaculate?" I didn't have the strength to speak, so I lay on top of my sister and closed my eyes.

After a while, my penis shrank and slid out of my sister's vagina. I felt my strength return, and after my penis softened, it rested against my sister's wet vulva, giving me a slightly numb feeling.

My sister said, "Are you done? Get off me." I climbed off my sister and lay down next to her.

"Sis, we made love! Just now, my penis went all the way in, it felt so good, did you feel good, sis?" I said happily.

My sister looked at me and said, "It hurts a little. It hurt so much when you put it in. I didn't expect it to hurt like this." I asked again, "Does it still hurt now, sister?" My sister shook her head, "It doesn't seem to hurt anymore. It just started to feel good. I was starting to feel good too, but then you ejaculated." She touched my penis with her hand again.

After touching it for a while, my sister said she had to get up to cook. She got up and looked, saying, "Brother, why is there blood on the bamboo mat?" I leaned over and saw that there really was blood, right between my sister's legs. We were both shocked.

Later, my sister figured it out. She said that girls bleed the first time they have sex. She touched her genitals and there was blood on her hand.

My sister quickly found a cloth and wiped the bloodstains clean. Then we got up to cook.

After eating, my sister went to wash the clothes, and I followed her to the pond to help. The two of us were laughing and having a great time.

4 That day, my sister and I had sex for the first time. In the afternoon, we secretly discussed going to bed early that night so we could have a good time.

My sister was probably just curious and thought it would be fun, while I had already started to feel the pleasure of sex, and of course, I hoped to have sex with my sister a few more times.

However, in the evening, my father, who hadn't been home for several days, returned, followed by my brother, who looked terrified.

My father asked my sister to cook, and she responded and went to wash the rice. I watched as my brother, head down, silently sat down on a stool. My father also sat down in the armchair in the house, his face very grim. After a moment of

silence, my father suddenly slammed his hand on the table and started yelling at my brother: "Dajun! How old are you? How can you be so insensible! You're on holiday for a whole day and you don't even stay home. Do you think we're short of food or clothes? Why did you steal watermelons?!" My brother had been tanned dark from not seeing him for the past few days. He just kept quiet and head down when my father yelled at him.

I already had a pretty good idea of what had happened. My brother must have gotten hungry while he was out and had gone to someone's field to steal crops to fill his stomach.

Normally, it's common for rural children to forage for food in the fields, but our family was poor, and the villagers looked down on us.

My father often taught us, "Poverty doesn't diminish one's spirit." He also told us that people need face, just as trees need bark; having money isn't important, what matters is having integrity and a good reputation.

Now, my brother must have been caught stealing watermelons by the landlord. My father hates such disgraceful acts and must feel incredibly ashamed.

My brother didn't say anything, and my father continued to scold, "I thought you were all grown up and could take care of your younger siblings, but I never imagined you'd do something so shameless! Were the watermelons even ripe? You stole them and got caught!" He slammed his hand on the table again.

My sister and I were terrified. My father's temper was fierce, and my brother was always very naughty. He'd gotten into trouble, and my father had beaten him severely before. Now, it looked like my father was about to punish him again.

I was about to plead for him when Dad, with a stern face, said, "Dajun, why can't you be as well-behaved as your brother? You can't stay home, you don't do your homework. Think about it carefully. If this happens again, I'll break your legs." After my sister finished cooking, we sat down at the table to eat.

My brother was clearly guilty; he picked up some food and squatted down by the door to eat. Dad kindly asked us how we had been these past few days, praising us for being good. Finally, he took a one-yuan bill from his pocket and gave it to my sister, saying it was for our allowance. My brother couldn't help but turn around to look at him, his eyes showing a hint of grievance.

Later, I found out that Dad had also secretly given my brother a yuan, telling him not to stay home and to be obedient.

It was just a pity that my sister and I'd planned to do our homework properly that night, which was going to be ruined. With Dad and my brother around, my sister and I slept very quietly, not daring to move at all.

A few days later, Dad stopped coming home to sleep, but my brother started coming home early to sleep. Although he would sleep in Dad's bed, my sister and I didn't dare make any noise next to him. We just sometimes touched each other's genitals.

During the day, the three of us siblings would play cards (my brother loves playing cards and always gambles, but the stakes are always small, and we can always pay in advance).

At night, with both beds in bed, my sister and I would still touch each other under the covers. Over the past few days, I had become familiar with my sister's anatomy and could quickly find her vagina. I often tried to insert my fingers and touch it, and my sister didn't object. She would just pull my fingers out after a while and whisper in my ear, "Go to sleep, little brother." A few days later, Mom and my little sister came back, bringing us a lot of food. My seven-year-old sister was wearing a new dress that looked like it had been bought by Grandma and Grandpa, and she kept showing it off to us.

That night, Dad told all four of us to sleep in one bed and go to sleep early. My sister and I slept at one end of the bed, while my brother and sister slept at the other.

The four of us talked for a while that evening, but we were all quite tired from playing during the day, so we all fell asleep one after another.

For some reason, I woke up after a

short nap and vaguely heard noises coming from my dad's bed. The wooden bed frame was creaking softly, and I could hear my dad's heavy breathing; he was

clearly trying to hold back his loud noises. My parents must be having sex, I knew that perfectly well. Why do adults have sex? Of course, it's because it feels good; I've tried it myself, I know. I

don't know how long my parents had been having sex, because I couldn't hear my brother and sister's voices. I wondered if they were awake and listening, just like me?

My sister was sleeping next to me, completely still. I thought for a moment, then reached out and instinctively placed my hand on her vulva. Through her boxer shorts, I could feel the shape of her vulva—round and bulging.

Suddenly, a hand reached out and grabbed my hand. Without thinking, I knew it was my sister. She'd been awake all along.

She pulled my hand down and directed me to slip it inside her pants leg, so I was directly in contact with her genitals.

I ran my fingers along her vulva and found it was already very wet; I didn't know why, there was so much fluid. Her vulva was slippery and felt very good to touch. She pressed it with her hand, indicating I should insert my fingers, and then slowly reached over and grasped my penis.

This time, unlike previous times, my fingers slid smoothly all the way into her vagina.

Her vagina was slippery inside, and I was a little curious. Plus, the flesh inside her vagina tightly enveloped my fingers, and it was so warm, so I started probing and touching it more vigorously than usual.

My sister's hands weren't idle either; they kept touching my penis, making it extremely hard.

While experiencing the indescribable pleasure from my fingers, I really wanted to press myself against my sister and have sex with her forcefully, but I knew I couldn't. My brothers were over there, and if I made any big movements, they would find out. So I could only continue to comfort her with my fingers.

My father was still panting, and the creaking of the bed continued.

My sister leaned closer, and I could hear that she was also trying hard to hold back. In fact, her breathing was also very heavy, and so was mine. That night, my sister and I continued until the sounds from my father's side stopped.

Later, it seemed that my fingers had made my sister's vagina very wet, and she trembled as she pulled my fingers out. I couldn't bear the stimulation of being massaged by my sister's small hands for long, and soon I ejaculated in my sister's palm, feeling dizzy.

After that, my sister seemed to have tasted something good. She would often ask me to secretly insert my fingers into her vagina at night, and then I slowly learned to use my fingers to make thrusting motions like a penis, and then my sister would help me touch.

"Little brother, it feels so good to have your fingers inside. I think it would feel even better if we had intercourse," my sister whispered to me during the day.

Actually, I wanted to too. When I was inserting my fingers into my sister, I almost couldn't resist using my penis instead. But I couldn't, because we both knew that if we did, we would be discovered, and then everything would be over.

Life went on like this. Although my sister and I could usually comfort each other with our hands while sleeping, sometimes we didn't even have that opportunity.

For example, if the four of us sisters talked late into the night, or if my brother accidentally stretched his leg out and pressed it tightly against us while sleeping, we could only regretfully fall asleep.

My family used to own quite a bit of land, including a large peach orchard. That orchard was quite big, with dozens of peach trees. I've forgotten what variety we planted, but those peaches aren't sold in the market anymore.

In the countryside, many people grow fruit, but they're always worried about theft, so someone has to guard the orchard until it's almost harvest time.

Our peaches were almost ripe; in about ten days, we could pick them and sell them. Our family really relied on the money from those peaches to make ends meet, for example, to help pay for our school fees.

Those few days, my dad took me and some tools, hammered in some stakes in the middle of the orchard, and then covered it with plastic sheeting to create a small shed. We reinforced it with branches and weeds, and finally, we even built a simple bed inside using some planks.

While doing all this, my dad kept telling me how important our peach orchard was.

"Jianjian, the peaches will be ready to sell in a few days, so we can't let anyone steal them. Your tuition fees depend on these peaches." I said, "Dad, I know. I'll watch the peaches." Dad nodded and said that was good.

That day, after the shed was set up, Dad and I went home first.

When we got home, Dad told everyone about watching the peaches, saying that starting tomorrow, I would go to the peach orchard during the day and couldn't wander off. He also asked my sister to bring me lunch, and he would come to relieve me in the evening.

I was very happy because there wasn't much to do at home. My brother and I played different games, and my sister always pestered us to tell her stories, which was annoying.

I also liked quiet and reading. The thought of being able to relax in that quiet little shed with a few extracurricular books made me eagerly anticipate tomorrow.

The next day, I got up very early, ate the breakfast my mother had cooked, and excitedly took a few extracurricular books to the peach orchard.

Most of the peaches weren't ripe yet, but some were already showing white tips, so it seemed the whole orchard wouldn't be long before they ripened.

I walked around the orchard, checking everything, and then picked a few ripe but not very pretty peaches. Inside the shed, I sat on the small bed, rubbed the peaches on my clothes to remove the fuzz, and then started eating them while reading.

I'd borrowed the book from a classmate who was well-off; I remember it was called "365 Nights of Stories," filled with short stories like "The Three Monks Have No Water to Drink," "The Cunning Fox," and "The Proud Peacock." Although the stories were simple, they were incredibly captivating for me at the time. I sat on the bed reading the whole time, never venturing outside the shed.

The orchard was quiet, practically silent; not a sound could be heard. I was completely absorbed in the world of the book. It wasn't

until my sister brought me lunch that her footsteps woke me.

My sister put down the food and told me it was almost one o'clock, and I realized I was getting hungry. She asked if anyone else had come over that morning, and I said no.

She called me to eat, adding, "The peaches aren't fully ripe yet, so no one's likely to steal them. Little brother, you need to keep a close eye on them, okay? Don't just focus on your book." I squatted by the bed, shoveling food into my mouth, but my mind was still on my book. I just wanted to eat quickly so I could continue reading.

My sister sat on the edge of the bed, watching me eat. She noticed a few peaches I had picked on the bed and picked one to eat.

As she ate the peach, she swung her legs up and down on the edge of the bed. At first, I didn't think much of it, but the bed wasn't very sturdy, and after a while, the bed frame creaked.

"Sister, stop swaying! I can't eat properly now," I complained.

Hearing my words, my sister stopped shaking and suddenly asked, "Brother, did you hear any sounds from Dad's side that night?" I suddenly remembered what happened that night—the creaking of Dad's bed and his heavy breathing. I nodded, feeling a surge of desire, but continued eating.

My sister softly said, "That night, Dad and Mom must have been having sex to make the bed creak. You know that, right?" After I finished eating, my sister stayed with me for a while, then cleaned up the dishes and went home. I continued watching over Peach alone, listening for a while, but still hearing no suspicious sounds. I picked up my book again.

But after only a few pages, my mind couldn't settle down; I kept thinking about that night. Dad's heavy breathing, the strange creaking of the bed, my sister's soft genitals, and the time I had sex with her.

I spent a considerable amount of time thinking about this with a restless mind. Later, I felt my penis getting very painfully swollen. After confirming that no one would come into the peach orchard anytime soon, I carefully took out my penis, closed my eyes, and masturbated while fantasizing about having sex with my sister. After a while, I ejaculated, and my mind calmed down a little. Then I went back to reading.

Several days passed like this. I would watch over the peach orchard during the day, and my father would come to relieve me in the evening. My sister would bring me lunch at noon. Because we had to get up early, my sister and I slept very well at night.

Sometimes, after my sister brought me lunch, I would eat, and since she didn't have much to do at home, we would catch frogs and roast them for fun. Later, I simply brought some salt with me. When I was really bored, I would catch a few frogs, light a fire, roast them, and eat them with salt. They tasted really good.

Five or six days later, many of the peaches were almost ripe, and it seemed that we could pick and sell them in the next few days.

Dad told me to keep a close eye on the peach orchard and to walk around in the field whenever I had time: "Jianjian, don't just sit there reading. Walk around a few times; the peaches will be ripe in the next few days." That morning, I spent the whole morning carefully watching the orchard. After walking around a few times, I saw some villagers working by the field praising how well the peaches were growing. I nervously crawled out of the field and kept a close eye on them. Luckily, no one came to pick the peaches.

At noon, my sister brought me lunch and asked if anyone had come by. I said no, but she said to be careful, as someone might steal them in the next few days. After lunch, I asked my sister if she had anything to do. She said not much. So I suggested that she wait a while before going home so we could catch some frogs to roast.

Frogs are actually a type of frog, just much smaller and their color is similar to the soil. There are plenty of them in the field.

My sister and I carefully felt our way along the ground, and when we saw one, we slowly walked over and then pounced, catching it in one go. The frogs we held struggled desperately, kicking their legs. Their slippery bodies made them difficult to handle, so we slammed them to the ground. They were either dead or stunned and unable to move.

My sister and I laughed happily. We caught about twenty frogs. Seeing that we had enough, I went to skin them while my sister gathered firewood.

I took the frogs to a small pond by the edge of the field. First, I held them so their white bellies were facing upwards, then I pulled hard on their necks, tearing the skin off. After skinning them, we cleaned and gutted them, removing the meatless heads and forelegs. We used a thin wire we had brought to skewer the clean frog meat, which we would later roast over the fire. Just

as we finished preparing the frogs, the sky suddenly darkened, followed by a strong wind and a sudden downpour. I quickly ran into the field and dove into the small shed. My sister hadn't returned from gathering firewood yet.

The rain is really heavy. I just ran a few steps and I got soaked. My clothes are wet and I feel terrible.

A moment later, my older sister rushed in, carrying a large bundle of branches and dry grass. Her clothes were soaked through, and water dripped from her hair.

We looked at each other's predicament and couldn't help but laugh at the same time. My sister put down the firewood and wrung out the water from her hair. "How could it rain so hard? We can't even go home." My clothes were also wet. I took them off, wrung them out, and put them on the bedside table. I was worried too. With the rain so heavy and the ground of the small shed so low, wouldn't water get in?

My sister was still clutching the hem of her clothes, trying to wring out the water, but they were so soaked that wringing them out was practically useless. The rain was pouring down outside. The small shed only had one sheet of plastic sheeting to cover the entrance, and some rainwater was still getting in with the wind. Fortunately, the layers of plastic sheeting used to build the shed were new, so most of the inside wouldn't get wet. Otherwise, it would have been really uncomfortable.

The rain poured down, hitting the simple roof and quickly turning into streams that washed away. Looking out, the world outside was a vast expanse of white water. The rain was continuous, like a huge, wide curtain obscuring our view. The ground was flooded everywhere. If it weren't for the numerous crisscrossing ditches in the fields, the water would have been submerged in no time.

My sister asked me, "Brother, is there anyone here?" I thought there probably wasn't, so I said there wouldn't be anyone else. My sister thought for a

moment and said to me, "Let's start a fire first, roast the frogs and dry our clothes at the same time, okay?" I immediately grabbed the firewood my sister had brought, put some on the ground, and lit some matches. My sister and I

took off our soaking wet clothes, wrung them out, and once we had the fire burning brightly, I put the wire with the frogs on it on the fire, while my sister put the clothes to dry by the fire.

We squatted facing each other, doing these things. At first, it wasn't a big deal, but as we dried a bit, I calmed down and my eyes fell on my sister.

My sister was naked, and because she was squatting, her legs were spread wide, facing me directly. Her usually closed and inconspicuous genitals were now completely exposed.

Looking at her smooth, hairless vulva and white labia, my heart started pounding uncontrollably, and my penis instantly became erect.

My sister noticed my physical change, smiled at me, and said nothing. I looked down at my sister's body while turning the frogs over, sprinkling some salt on them at the end.

To be honest, looking back now, I felt both excited and nervous. For no apparent reason, my eyes couldn't leave my sister's body, especially her genitals that stirred my fantasies. Occasionally, I would stand up, behaving strangely, searching for something while my eyes lingered on my sister's lower body.

The clothes were half-dry, and the frogs were ready. I said somewhat blankly, "Sis, we can eat now." My sister said "Oh," and that the clothes were almost done, and we could wear them later. Then we sat down on the edge of the bed and ate the frogs together.

As I ate, my eyes kept drifting to my sister's genitals. She was sitting on the bed with her legs together, making her genitals less noticeable, but because she wasn't an adult yet, her vulva was prominently swollen, still making my heart race.

"Brother, what are you looking at? What's so interesting?" my sister seemed a little angry.

I quickly lowered my head, afraid she would scold me, and said, "Sister, let's... let's have sex, okay?" My sister stared at me for a while and slowly said, "No one will come over, will they?" I quickly said, "No! No, nobody comes here anyway, and with this heavy rain, who would come to the fields?" My sister ate her frog, listened to the rain outside, and nodded.

I was extremely excited, truly grateful for the heavy rain. Thinking about being able to have sex with my sister, I quickly finished the frog in my hand.

After my sister finished eating, I tentatively reached for her genitals. She didn't object, but said to me, "Brother, let's lie down on the bed and do it..." I was overjoyed. I haphazardly touched her genitals while helping her move onto the bed.

We got on the bed, and my sister spread her legs. I knelt between her legs. My penis was hard and erect, not very large, but still quite prominent.

My sister looked at my penis and asked me, "Brother, your penis is so big, how can it fit into my small vagina?" I touched my sister's vulva with my hand, tracing the center of her labia with my fingers. After a while, I found the opening, inserted my finger a little, and said to my sister, "I don't know either. Your vagina is very small, and it's very tight even when I insert my finger, but last time we had sex, I inserted my whole penis." My sister nodded and said, "Yes, last time it hurt a lot at first, but later it felt a little good. Maybe vaginas are meant for penises, so they're not afraid of penises being too big." I didn't know why either, but thinking about what my sister said, it made sense.

My finger was inserted into my sister's vagina, feeling tight and warm inside, which felt really good. I became nervous again, and my breathing became heavy without me realizing it. I asked my sister, "Sister, shall we start having sex?" My sister said, "Then climb on top of me." I quickly climbed on top of her, and my sister spread her legs even wider, like a big V-shape, with half of the leg closest to the edge of the bed sticking out.

I held my penis in my hand, aimed it at my sister's vulva, and groped my way towards the entrance, asking her if this was the right spot.

After several "explorations," my sister and I were no longer as ignorant about male and female anatomy as before.

When my penis touched a particularly wet, soft, and slightly concave area, my sister quickly said, "Brother, this is it, put it in." With a thrust of my hips, my penis slowly squeezed into my sister's vagina. My sister's vagina was still too tight. We were both young then and didn't know how to flirt or do foreplay. My sister's vagina hadn't secreted enough lubrication, so it wasn't easy to go in. It felt like my penis was stuck, making it difficult to insert further.

I felt my penis being squeezed quite uncomfortably, and my sister frowned as well. "Brother, it must be because yours is too big. I still feel a little pain down there." I became anxious and asked my sister, "Does that mean we can't have sex? But we could last time!" My sister thought for a moment, shook her head, and said, "We should be able to have sex. You went in last time, so why can't we?" We didn't continue immediately. My sister asked me to lie on top of her and wait until later. I lay down, just reaching my sister's chin.

My sister's body was so smooth. Her breasts hadn't developed yet, but they were slightly protruding, unlike mine.

Perhaps there is an inherent attraction between men and women, and sexual desire isn't limited to adults. So when my sister and I were physically connected, my entire body felt a particularly comfortable and intoxicating sensation.

I just wanted to press my sister even tighter, my body involuntarily writhing against her. My sister seemed to feel the same way, starting to hug me with her hands, her body moving, and her face turning red.

My sister hugged my buttocks again, lifting her own hips and moving them. I felt her vagina getting hotter and hotter, as if a lot of fluid was slowly seeping out.

When she pressed my buttocks down and moved again, I pushed hard, and this time my penis went in without much difficulty. My sister lifted her lower body, and there was no longer any barrier between us. My entire penis was inside her vagina.

I pressed tightly against my sister, feeling the embrace of her vagina over my penis. It was a hard-to-describe feeling, as if my whole body was melting into an extreme pleasure. Our young bodies seemed to be completely taken over by that pleasure, and we no longer wanted to resist.

My sister murmured, "Brother, move a little, it feels so good down there..." My heart was pounding, almost stopping, but I knew it was beating fast. I gasped for breath, clumsily lifting my hips and starting the movements that any man and woman make during sex.

My penis was withdrawing from my sister's vagina again and again.

At first, I wasn't very skilled, and several times, because I pulled out too much and her vagina was too tight, it slipped out. But I immediately put it back in, and my sister helped me find the opening.

After a while, I seemed to have gained some experience, and my penis moved more and more smoothly inside her vagina. I felt a tingling sensation in my penis because of the slippery love fluid.

My sister didn't speak, but she kept making sounds of pleasure from her nose. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were half-open as she looked at me, sometimes glancing at our lower bodies, but she couldn't see. She just held my buttocks with her hands, pressing down in rhythm with my movements.

Sister, sister, your body intoxicates me so much… As your vagina grew wetter, I gradually quickened my pace, thrusting my penis into your body forcefully. The bed in the small shed creaked from our movements, starting softly and gradually growing louder and more frequent. The

rain continued to fall outside, its sound masking our breathing and the creaking of the bed. The rain curtain separated the outside world from the inside.

No one noticed that on such a rainy day, my brother and I were engaging in this lewd act.

Would Heaven know? Was Heaven and Earth silently watching us, this young brother and sister, lost in this incestuous deed?

“Sister…” I opened my mouth, letting out a suppressed cry, and then the urge to ejaculate surged up.

My sister made strange, indistinct noises from her mouth and nose at the same time. Her body twisted violently a few times, and she pressed her hands tightly against my buttocks. I pressed firmly against her lower body, and my semen shot deep into her vagina.

Our bodies stopped moving, and for a moment, we both seemed to stiffen. Then I lay completely on top of my sister, and her hands unconsciously went to my back. I

remained pressed against her for a long time. My penis shrank, and the vaginal fluid mixed with my semen in my sister's vagina slid my penis out.

"Brother, that felt so good..." "Sister, can we have sex often from now on? I wish we could have sex every day..." My sister reached out and hugged me. We didn't speak, but in our hearts, we felt that we were the closest and happiest siblings in the world.

After a long while, my sister asked me to get off. I climbed off her and looked at her vulva between her thighs. It was still wet with a lot of fluid. I touched it with my hand, and my hand was soaked. My sister

also sat up, looking a little strained.

She laughed and grabbed my penis, squeezing it a few times, saying, "Brother, your old thing is so small now. Wasn't it so impressive just now?" I thought for a moment and blurted out a playful remark, "It's because my old thing ate it all up. It ate it for so long, it got small." My sister laughed and smacked my head. I hugged her, and she hugged me back, we leaned close together. It felt so wonderful to be together like this.

Sometime later, the rain outside lessened; the downpour turned into a drizzle. It seemed the rain was about to stop.

My sister brought over our clothes, and we dressed. We played on the bed for a while, and then the rain finally stopped. Soon, the sun came out, shining warmly on the post-rain world.

My sister cleaned up my dishes, then went out and picked some peaches to eat on the way. When she returned to the shed, she told me she was going home.

I walked her to the edge of the orchard, and she told me to watch the peach orchard carefully. I said I would, and she turned and left with peace of mind.

Watching my sister slowly walk home, at first I could still see her figure, but as she walked further away, she gradually disappeared from sight… It had just rained heavily, and the fields were still flooded, with nowhere to stand. At this time, no fool would dare to steal a few peaches. I went back to the shed, climbed onto the windowsill, and lay down.

My mind was filled with everything that had happened with my sister that day, so captivating. I wanted to pick up a book, but the stories in the book no longer seemed so interesting.

After that, it didn't rain for several days, and my life returned to normal.

I would go to the fields in the morning, and at noon my sister would bring me lunch. After I ate, she would go home to help Mom with chores. I picked up my book again, immersing myself in it.

The peaches ripened, and Dad would come every day to pick several loads, then carry them to the market, where Mom would sell them.

The peach variety from our family was the most popular in the area at the time. As soon as it hit the market, it was surrounded by buyers, haggling over prices, and sold out in no time.

A few times, some people tried to steal the peaches, but I caught them. I shouted, and the thieves ran away. When my dad found out, he inevitably praised me.

Those few days were very happy for our whole family. With some money from selling the peaches, my dad would buy some meat to improve our meals. We all ate very happily, especially my little sister, who loved meat and kept piling it into her bowl.

My brother also went to help my mom buy peaches, while my sister stayed home doing chores and keeping my little sister company.

Because I saw that the peaches hadn't been stolen, my dad secretly slipped me a two-yuan note, saying it was a reward for me and that I could spend it however I wanted, but not to tell my brother or the others.

Summer vacation ended, and my brother, sister, and I went back to school. The school was very close to my home, only a few hundred meters away. Sometimes after class, I would run home to get a drink of water or something.

My brother was well-behaved for a few days, but soon he started skipping school again. Dad went to the school to ask, and the teacher said that he attended classes regularly, but a few times he would sneak out to play after a few periods.

The teacher asked my dad if he wanted to go check on him, but Dad, knowing his brother was at school and busy with his own things, didn't go to the classroom and just left.

My brother was really mischievous; he was notorious among the students. Although I didn't interact with him much, I heard from some classmates about his daring antics.

I heard he even climbed over the school wall to play. I couldn't believe it, because at that time, my brother wasn't even as tall as me. Looking at the high school wall, I felt a sense of disbelief—how could he climb up there?

One time, I was in class, sitting by the window. Only a few minutes into class, my deskmate nudged me. I turned around, and she gestured towards the window with her lips. I looked out and saw someone hanging from a second-floor window in the building next door, carefully trying to reach the concrete awning below with his feet. He was too small; he was still a long way from reaching it.

Looking closer, I realized it was my brother! Had he always studied in that classroom? What was he doing? It was too dangerous! Ignoring the teacher's lesson, I leaned out the window and shouted to my brother, "Brother, what are you doing! You'll fall!" Instantly, everyone in the classroom rushed to the window, loudly discussing the situation. The teacher also came over to look.

Chaos erupted in the building where my brother was; many students ran out and stood outside watching.

A plump female teacher leaned out of the second-floor window, calling out in a slightly frightening voice, "Dajun! Don't jump! Reach out your hand, I'll pull you up! Are you trying to scare me to death?!" Just as I was getting anxious, I saw my brother gently let go of the window and land on the concrete awning. To everyone's astonishment, he moved quickly along the awning, close to the wall.

When he reached the edge, he leaped, landing on the ground.

He then quickly ran to the high wall that seemed impossible for me to climb over. Then, like the most agile monkey, using both hands and feet, his small figure disappeared on the other side of the wall in a few swift movements.

On my way home from school that day, my older brother suddenly appeared out of nowhere, holding a handful of marbles. He greeted me with a grin and said, "Little brother, don't tell Dad about me skipping school today, okay?" I had originally intended to tell Dad, because my brother had been so mischievous, but for some reason, seeing how well he'd climbed over the wall that day, I decided against it.

I said okay, and my brother happily put his arm around my shoulder, showing me the marbles. "That's great! I won a lot of marbles today, little brother, these are for you. I'll take you to play sometime, okay?" Before I could speak, he seemed to remember something and said, "It's just that you don't like playing games. How about we go play marbles and jump rope together? It's so much fun!" He even sighed regretfully.

My brother opened my schoolbag, dumped the marbles inside, patted my shoulder, and ran off again.

After dinner, my brother still hadn't come home. Just before bed, I secretly told my sister what had happened that day. She was startled and asked, "Did he fall?" I said no, and then told her about him climbing over the wall. My sister kept saying my brother was disobedient and too reckless.

From then on, my brother and I seemed to get along better. Sometimes after school, he would find me and ask me to play with him. I played with him a few times, mostly just playing marbles. I wasn't good at it and always lost, but my brother was happy. He would always share some of the marbles he won with me as compensation for my losses.

After school started, every day after leaving home I was with my classmates. The teacher lectured on the platform, and we listened attentively below.

At that time, because my exam scores were always the best in the class, I was firmly in the position of class monitor, although I often missed handing in my homework because I liked to read extracurricular books.

Every day after school, the whole family eats dinner together. After dinner, we kids do our homework, and the adults have their routine work. Everyone seems quite busy, and I have very little time to spend alone with my sister at home. Although my sister and I both want to find an opportunity to try making love again, it's obviously difficult.

One night, when it was time for bed, I got into bed and took off my clothes. Just as I was about to go to my sister's side, my brother called out to me, "Brother, let's sleep together. I'll tell you a story." I looked at my brother in surprise, wondering what was wrong with him. He never asked me to sleep with him before.

I didn't want to sleep with my brother, but I felt a little guilty because of my sister and me. My sister had already climbed over to my sister's side, so I had no choice but to go to my brother's side, grab the blanket

, and lie down. My brother seemed excited. He tickled me first and then said, "Brother, I'll tell you a story. It'll be really good." I said, "Okay, brother, tell me quickly." My brother lowered his voice and started his story with "Once upon a time..."

I never imagined my brother had such a talent for making up stories. He told me a tale about a man named "Mao Zhexi" who fought against the Japanese. He said Mao Zhexi could be chopped into pieces with a knife and fried in oil without dying, that he single-handedly overturned a train, and that he could easily dispatch Japanese soldiers with a few fingers... He rambled on about a whole bunch of nonsense, utterly absurd, but he told it with such vivid detail that it completely captivated me. At the time, I just thought it was incredibly entertaining.

My brother was still telling his story when suddenly a hand grabbed my foot. I recognized it as my sister's hand.

A thought struck me, and I reached out and grabbed my sister's foot, then shook it. My sister is small, and her feet are different lengths, so I wasn't worried about touching the wrong one. My sister seemed to understand my response and used her hand to move my foot towards her body.

I didn't know what my sister wanted to do, but I couldn't object or do anything. I continued listening to my brother's story while simultaneously reaching out my foot to cooperate with my sister's hand, afraid of accidentally mistaking something.

I quickly understood, because I felt my feet were inside my sister's shorts, my toes pressing against her vulva. The bed was quiet; my brother was still telling a story, but it seemed he was about to finish. My sister was probably asleep; there was no sound from her, and the blankets showed no sign of anything.

I tried to find my sister's "old pussy" with my toes. My sister didn't move; she had one hand on my foot, seemingly trying to stabilize the blanket (at that time, my sister and I were both sleeping on the edge of the bed). I felt

the softness of my sister's vulva through my toes. I gently nudged it a few times, and my sister's vulva started to secrete fluid again.

I got excited and used my big toe to circle around, aiming at my sister's vaginal opening. With the lubrication of her vaginal fluid, I managed to get a little inside. But since I was using my toes, I couldn't get much in, and bending my big toe was tiring. I also had to be careful not to be discovered, so I nervously stopped as soon as I got in.

My brother finally finished the story, played around with me for a while, and then went to sleep.

But my feet were still on my sister's lower body. I was so excited that I couldn't fall asleep, and I also felt so tired that I just wouldn't move.

After a long time, my sister shook my feet and moved them out a little. I quickly and carefully pulled my feet out of her shorts. By feel, my sister straightened her shorts with her hands and then turned to her side.

After waiting a while longer, I couldn't resist the sleepiness and drifted off to sleep.

From that day on, my brother always wanted me to sleep with him, and as usual, he would start his impromptu, nonsensical stories with "Once upon a time..."

Based on that experience of touching her with my feet, my sister and I, although we didn't have any explicit agreement, would secretly reach out and touch each other while sleeping, coordinating our movements, either with our feet or hands.

Sometimes my sister would slowly burrow under the covers and gesture for me to move down a little too. Since my sister and I were sleeping on the outside, the movements weren't big and we wouldn't be noticed. Then my hand could reach between my sister's legs. We both understood each other perfectly. My sister took my hand, pulled down her shorts, and slipped it inside. Then, I carefully explored, wantonly caressing my sister's genitals.

During that time, I didn't have a chance to have sex with my sister, but every night, after everyone else had fallen asleep, we would play with each other's genitals.

As a young child, I should have slept very well, but I stayed up very late waiting to play with my sister. My sister and I weren't particularly affectionate during the day, so it was hard to imagine that she would have such an urgent need for physical contact with me at night.

But the opportunity still came.

One night, my brother ran off somewhere again, and my parents didn't wait for him, telling the three of us sisters to go to sleep.

My younger sister wanted to crawl over and sleep with my older sister, but she called me, "Brother, sleep with me tonight, I'll tell you a story." I quickly agreed and crawled into bed, while my younger sister innocently went to sleep on the other side.

8. I got into bed, and Dad turned off the 15-watt light bulb in the room. My sister hugged me, and I was very excited, but I said, "Sister, tell me a story?" My sister thought for a moment, then slipped my hand under her shorts and began to say, "In one country, there was an emperor..." She was telling the story of the Emperor's New Clothes, which I had already read, but I didn't know it.

My hand covered my sister's round vulva; it was so hot there.

As my sister told the story, she took my hand, and we rubbed our genitals together.

My sister's vulva was so sensitive, perhaps because we were both young then, and our tender bodies were easily aroused. My fingers were teasing my sister's smooth labia. After many encounters, my technique was quite skilled. I pressed her labia, my fingertips tracing small circles inside her vagina. Soon, her vagina secreted a large amount of lubrication, making my fingers move effortlessly.

I don't know how much time passed, but my sister was quiet for a while, probably asleep.

My sister said, "Brother, it's late. I'll tell you more tomorrow. Go to sleep." As she spoke, I felt her carefully pull down her shorts. I understood perfectly well and helped her, slowly pulling down her shorts. My sister twisted her body, and finally, she managed to pull her shorts off and set them aside. My

sister pulled down my waistband as well. I tried to take mine off, but only managed to pull it down to my penis. My sister then grabbed my hand, indicating that I could stop.

By then, my blood was already surging. My penis hadn't been inside my sister's body for a long time, and just that initial embrace with her had made me incredibly hard.

We were really nervous then. My younger sister was sleeping on the other side, which was fine; she's so innocent and loves to sleep, she probably wouldn't be discovered. But I wondered if Mom and Dad were sound asleep. If they heard any noise , [the whole story would be in trouble].

My older sister tugged at my hand, gesturing for me to climb on top of her. I was a little flustered, fear and desire surging together. This complex feeling came suddenly, without warning, without reason, and I felt a chill in my heart.

I moved my body slowly, really slowly. By the time half my body was on top of my sister, quite some time had passed.

The room was quiet, except for Dad's occasional soft snoring.

Suddenly, my sister reached out and lifted me, pulling me onto her in one go. I felt my penis against the middle of my sister's thighs. My sister twisted her body, spreading her legs a little.

We fell silent. I was practically lying on top of my sister with my head turned to the side, not moving. My sister reached out, took my penis, aimed it at the entrance of her vagina, and patted my buttocks.

Of course I understood what my sister meant, but at that moment, I really felt like I couldn't breathe. I paused for a moment to calm myself down, then mustered my courage and lifted my hips to insert my penis into my sister's vagina.

The head of my penis pierced her vagina, and she released her hands, hugging my buttocks and slowly pressing me against her body. I slowly and forcefully pushed in. My sister's vagina was still very tender, and the tight vaginal walls were gradually forced open by my penis, the soft vaginal walls constantly enveloping it.

After I was fully inside, I felt my sister's body heat up, and her vagina became even hotter. When we were little, my sister's vagina would always quickly become wet and warm, and even if I didn't move after entering, I could feel very comfortable. My sister was the same; as long as my penis was inside her, she felt very satisfied.

I didn't dare move anymore, afraid that I might accidentally make a sound and be heard by my parents. If that happened, it would be too late for me to climb off my sister.

I let myself press down on my sister, savoring the pleasure of our union. But she seemed unsatisfied; she appeared angry at my inaction, scratching my buttocks and then lifting them up and down.

What was I to do? Seeing that I still didn't move, she reached out and grabbed my ear, whispering through gritted teeth, "Brother, move! It's so uncomfortable. Just go slower, please." There was a hint of reproach in her voice. Since she

said that, I reluctantly began to move, a little hesitant. As I slowly withdrew my penis, it felt like entering a smooth, suction-like cavity. My sister's vagina felt both comfortable and pleasurable.

I slowly thrust it back in. The warm, moist vagina and lubricating fluid, combined with the friction of the thrusting, made my penis feel tingly and itchy—it felt so good.

Under the thin blanket, my sister and I were intimately united, secretly engaging in this act of "intercourse." If our parents had discovered it then, they certainly wouldn't have been able to accept it.

Back then, how could we, so young, possibly know and abide by so many taboos of the adult world?

I loved my sister, and I loved the pleasurable feeling of making love with her, like an opium addiction. From the moment we first tried "making love," we became addicted. We didn't need any lofty reasons; we were entangled together. We were the dearest sister and brother, and we had the right to our own secrets.

My sister's buttocks swayed gently, very slightly, but this brought our pubic hairless genitals even closer together. I could feel my pubic bone pressed tightly against my sister's vulva, and my penis swaying inside her vagina. It felt so good.

My sister opened her legs a little wider and bent them slightly, almost lifting the blanket. I didn't know why my sister was so bold, but it made penetration easier. I could use my knees to support my weight slightly, then slowly pull my penis out and then back in.

Later, I believe my sister and I were so overwhelmed by the pleasure of sex that we completely forgot our parents and younger sister were right there. I increased the speed of my thrusts, while my sister hugged me tightly, pressing her buttocks against my genitals and twisting. Our breathing became heavy, as if we were holding our breath.

Finally, my sister gave in first. After twisting her buttocks a few times, she hugged me, stiffened for a moment, and then went limp, her bent legs slowly straightening.

Holding my sister, my penis felt incredibly wet inside her vagina, and it felt like her was biting me hard. Without any preparation, I ejaculated quickly. I opened my mouth, exhaling, and lay on top of my sister, letting my semen shoot into her vagina. I felt so comfortable that I didn't want to move.

I don't know how much time passed, but we had rested enough and felt that the bed was very warm. My sister patted my buttocks, and I carefully climbed off her.

We lay flat on our backs, shoulder to shoulder, and pulled the blanket down, taking a few comfortable breaths.

The sound of Dad's soft snoring continued from the other end, and my sister remained silent; we hadn't been discovered.

Only after we finished [the act] did we regain our caution. We listened intently for a long time to make sure nothing was amiss, then slowly pulled our pants back up in bed.

My sister slipped one hand under my underwear, unconsciously playing with my now soft and smaller penis. I reached over and covered her smooth vulva with my palm inside her shorts. I didn't... [The sentence is incomplete and lacks context, so a direct translation isn't possible.]

We were all really tired, and after a while we all fell asleep… After that, we became much bolder. If my brother didn't come home to sleep at night, and Mom and Dad were definitely fast asleep, my sister and I would sneak off to have sex in the middle of the night.

But my brother wasn't home every day, so we couldn't do whatever we wanted. There were also a few times when my brother wasn't home, but Mom and Dad seemed to be sleeping restlessly. My sister and I would just take off our pants to have sex, and suddenly we'd hear them turning over, so we'd pull our pants back up and lie down again, reluctantly falling asleep.

I remember during that period, my sister and I probably had sex about 10 times while sleeping at night. We were really happy then. As

the weather gradually got colder, my brother stayed out less and less at night, and my sister and I had fewer and fewer opportunities to have sex. Later, for a long time, we had to abstain from physical intimacy. At night, the four of us siblings would start talking loudly again, and when we couldn't sleep, we'd continue kicking each other on the bed.

Perhaps children's hearts are easily satisfied. Although after experiencing carnal desires, I always thought about sex, my sister and I gradually readjusted to life without physical intimacy through play. Everything seemed to have returned to the way it was before our relationship.

It seems like the year is almost over, and there's not much left to say about my sister and me. Usually, we go to school, do our homework, and then play by ourselves. Sometimes we play cards, and whoever loses gets their nose flicked. I almost always win, so my sister usually stops playing after a few rounds.

When winter came, we all wore thick clothes, and school was preparing for the holidays. At this time, my sister and I had another unforgettable experience just before the New Year... That day, it was a Saturday afternoon, and my sister and I were home alone. My younger sister went out with our parents, and my older brother had gone to play at someone else's house.

My parents probably went to the market to buy some food for us children. The New Year was approaching, and we needed to keep an eye out for all kinds of New Year's goods and buy what we could first.

Before leaving, Dad said to me, "Jianjian, you and your sister stay home. We're going to the market to buy some things." I agreed.

Mom held my younger sister's hand and instructed my older sister, "Juan, when it's time, cook the meal first; we might be back a little late." My sister and I were left at home. For us, this was a rare opportunity to be alone. It had been a very long time since my sister and I had had the chance to be "together." After Dad and the others left, we spent some time in the outer room. I don't know who led the way, but we all went into the inner sleeping room.

The room was small. Besides two wooden beds, behind Dad's bed was a wooden cabinet for storing rice, and next to it was one of those old-fashioned chamber pots commonly found in the countryside for urination. Next to the bed where we children slept was a small window. Below the window was a small, dark, and very old table where we usually kept our clothes.

My sister and I sat on the edge of our bed. My sister leaned on the small table, looking out the window without saying a word. I sat nervously next to my sister, my legs swinging unconsciously. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know how. The atmosphere was quite awkward.

I looked at my sister; she was wearing a purplish-red sweater, her two red braids facing me.

My sister has changed a lot. I feel like she's more of an adult now. Before, I thought she was just a few years older than me, and we were about the same age. But in the last six months, she's really changed. Her speech, actions, and even her appearance are becoming more and more different from other children.

My sister also seems to have become more beautiful. My sister was already pretty. I heard her biological father is good-looking (now that I can imagine it by looking at my married brother, their father must be good-looking), and my mother is beautiful too. I think my sister must have inherited the best features from her parents.

I looked at my sister's hair, swinging my legs, trying to figure out how to start a conversation.

I knew that with Dad and the others out today, and the two of us at home, my sister must have felt the same urge to get intimate as I did, which is why we tacitly went into the inner room. We hadn't made any physical contact with each other for so long that we were both at a loss for how to start the conversation.

I really wanted to say to my sister, "Sis, shall we make love?" But I was afraid she would be unhappy or refuse me. After all, it had been a long time since we last had sex, and I really wasn't sure what she was thinking. Besides, it was daytime, and it wasn't very convenient.

My sister was also silent; she was probably considering it too. We were both struggling, wanting to take this opportunity but worried about the safety.

For some reason, time flew by in that atmosphere. Dad and the others had been gone for quite a while, probably past 3 pm, but my sister and I still hadn't made a sound.

The longer it went on, the more uneasy we became. I was worried that Dad and the others were on their way home, or that my brother was coming home after playing, or even that someone passing by the window would see us! After

a long silence, I felt a little sad and wanted to give up, so I got out of bed and stood by the small table.

My sister glanced at me, a hint of unease in her eyes. "Brother," she said, "I wonder when Dad and the others will be back." I fiddled with the things on the table, stammering, "They might be back soon, sister..." "Maybe not so soon? Mom said she was going to check on the food we had for the New Year." My sister's voice was weak.

I looked at my sister; her eyes were also looking at me. I think we both understood what we were thinking.

"Brother, do you want to play..." my sister finally said, her voice very low.

"Of course I do, sister! We haven't played in so long, I really want to..." I heard my sister say, and quickly sat back down on the edge of the bed.

My sister fell silent again, her eyes fixed on the window. I waited anxiously, thinking: Sister, what's wrong with you? Dad and the others will be back soon!

What was outside the window? It was cool, and there were few passersby. There wasn't much to see. But my sister was definitely thinking, figuring out how to best use this opportunity to relive the pleasure of sex with her brother… “Brother, Dad and the others won’t be back too soon, will they…” My sister tilted her head towards the window, speaking hesitantly.

I remained silent; I couldn’t answer that question. I only knew that the longer it dragged on, the less likely we were to succeed.

Just then, my sister stood up and walked towards Dad’s bed. She was clearly uneasy; her gait was a little awkward, and she almost tripped.

I quickly kicked off my shoes, went over the curtain, and followed.

Dad’s bed could block the small window; making love here would at least prevent passersby from seeing us. However, I didn’t know when Dad and the others would return. The door was open; if they came back quickly, we might be caught red-handed. It

was getting late.

My sister climbed into bed, and we embraced, our faces close together. We could both feel each other’s nervous excitement. My heart was pounding wildly, and my hands were trembling as I held my sister.

It took us a while to calm down; I don't know if it was the hug that made us feel safer. My sister's scent filled my nose—it smelled so good.

A thick quilt was spread out on Dad's bed, and we huddled together on it. My sister whispered in my ear, "Brother, we need to be quick, we can't let anyone see us." I just nodded repeatedly and started pulling down my sister's pants.

She cooperated and helped me pull her pants down. It was a bit cold, and my sister was wearing long pants with black leggings underneath. (People probably can't find these kinds of pants anymore; back then, conditions were poor, and there weren't enough thermal underwear, so tight leggings were worn underneath for warmth.) It was a bit of a hassle to take them off. My sister lifted her buttocks, and I was on top while she was below, and together we pulled down her underwear, including the waistband.

It had been so long since I'd seen my sister's body (to be honest, although we sometimes had sex, we didn't see each other's bodies very often). When my sister's genitals appeared before my eyes, I was incredibly excited. Her white vulva was still so smooth, and her plump vulva looked like a risen white bun. My penis immediately became erect.

I was eager to pull down my sister's pants, but she stopped me by pulling them up to her knees. "Little brother, let's do it like this, don't wait and we'll run out of time." I immediately agreed, and she helped me pull my pants up to my knees too. We didn't say anything more then. She hugged me, and I pressed myself against her.

Our lower bodies were pressed together, and a warmth spread through our skin. It was a bit cold, and our bodies, which had been covered by clothes, were now exposed. We both felt each other's body heat. My penis was being stimulated

, and I eagerly began to thrust against her. My penis was hard, pressing between her legs, and she tried to spread her legs to accommodate me. However, because we were both still wearing our pants, she couldn't open her legs very wide, and my penis was hurting from the thrusting. I still couldn't get in.

"Little brother, this won't work, get up a bit," my sister said anxiously.

My sister lifted her buttocks, bent her legs, and said, "Try it like this." I looked at her raised buttocks, her pants hanging on her thighs, her genitals facing me directly.

I knelt down in front of her buttocks. This time I could clearly see her genitals, so I gently guided my penis with my hand, and it found its way in through her smooth labia.

My sister felt it, reached over and touched it, saying, "It's in there, press down." Of course, I wanted to go in already, so I immediately pressed down on my sister, but it wasn't very effective because her pants were still hanging on her legs. When I pressed down, I pressed down on the pants, and my sister's legs were also pressed down. She felt pain and quickly told me to wait. By

this time, my penis was almost fully inserted, and it felt so good. I lifted my body, and my sister breathed a sigh of relief.

I said worriedly, "Sis, this isn't right, what should we do?" My sister looked at where we were joined together and asked, "Brother, you're still inside, try moving it around like this, is that okay?" I looked down at our joined lower bodies, and yes, my penis was still almost completely inside. My sister's vulva seemed even more swollen because of my penis inside.

10 Maybe it had been too long since we had sex, my sister's vagina felt strange. Although it wasn't too dry, it was obviously not very wet. When I first inserted it, it was a little rough, scraping my penis and causing a slight pain, but after inserting it, I felt the entire vagina immediately become wet. The feeling of

my penis being enveloped in my sister's vagina, that moist and warm feeling, is truly unforgettable. When I was a child, I really thought that being able to make love with my sister was the happiest thing in my life. When my penis was inserted into my sister's vagina, there was nothing but satisfaction.

I knelt between my sister's legs, trying to push forward with my hips. Lubricated by her vaginal fluids, my penis went in a little further, our lower bodies almost pressed tightly together.

My sister seemed a little unaccustomed to it; after my entire penis was inside, she slightly frowned: "Brother, is it all in?" I nodded excitedly: "Yes, sister, it's all in, it seems to go in even more than before." "Then keep doing it like this, and be quick, okay?" Without any instruction, I used this position to have sex with my sister for the first time. I supported my body with my knees, pulling my hips back and forth, my penis beginning to move in and out of my sister's vagina.

What it felt like to have sex with my sister was something I couldn't really describe clearly; I just felt my sister's vagina tightly enveloping me, warm and comfortable inside. Every time I thrust in and out, my sister's soft vagina felt like the gentlest, most fitting snare for my penis, making it feel incredibly pleasurable.

After a while of thrusting, my sister's breathing became heavy, and her hands seemed unsure of where to go, haphazardly caressing our bodies. Although the weather was a bit cold, I felt incredibly hot. My sister's vagina was becoming increasingly wet, tightly gripping my penis and transmitting the heat from within her body.

I looked down and saw that my sister's round, plump vulva had parted slightly from my thrusting. My penis was erect and throbbing, and I could feel the pressure of her movements. I watched our bodies intertwining and continued thrusting. My sister started moving too. Although her legs were constricted by her pants, she still tried to move her hips, probably for her

own pleasure.

Luckily, there was a blanket on the bed; otherwise, our movements on the wooden bed would have been very noisy. After about ten minutes of thrusting, my penis, stimulated by my sister's vagina, could no longer hold back from ejaculating. I naturally increased my speed, babbling incoherently, "Sister...oh...sister..." I thrust forcefully a few times, pushing my hips forward as far as possible, my penis penetrating deep into her vagina. My sister also thrust her hips towards my lower body, our bodies pressed tightly together. I could feel my sister's soft vulva against my penis. After

a brief pause, I ejaculated, my semen shooting into my sister's body with each thrust... My sister let out a suppressed moan, the continuous pleasure of ejaculation making my heart race.

[Full text] After a while, I reluctantly pulled my penis out of my sister's vagina: "Sister, I felt so good." My sister lowered her legs, not responding. I sat down to rest, feeling a little weak. My sister lay down, legs flat, looking at me, seemingly lost in thought.

"Brother, this time it felt even better than before. I was so tired just now," my sister finally said. I also felt that this time the intercourse was much more tiring than before. It was probably because the positions were more tiring this time, plus we hadn't done it in a long time, so we were more focused this time.

I lay down next to my sister, my head resting under her hand, and reached over to touch her genitals that had been touched. My fingers dug into her labia, which were wet with our secretions, and slowly traced lines, letting the slippery flesh surround my fingers. I felt a sense of peace and happiness.

Sister, do you know that your brother still can't forget these childhood memories...? I was playing with my sister's genitals unintentionally, and after a while I realized that my sister seemed to want it again. Her face started to turn red, her breathing became heavier, and her eyes were fixed on me. My penis, which had gone soft, had unknowingly become hard again after the rest.

"Brother..." My sister looked at me, a little uneasy, and said, "How about one more time?" My desire had returned, and of course I wanted to have sex again. "Okay, sister, I want to have sex again too. Look, mine is hard again." My sister touched my penis and said, "I just don't know when Dad and the others will be back. Do you think they'll be back soon?" I couldn't guarantee when they would be back. Maybe they were already on their way home, but my young heart was filled with desire. At that moment, I only wanted to enter my sister's body again. As if comforting myself, I whispered to my sister, "It shouldn't be too late, right? One more time should still be enough..." My sister didn't say anything more. She bent her legs again and tried to raise her buttocks higher. I crawled over and knelt in front of her as before. This time I was much more skilled. While my sister was still very wet, I thrust my buttocks forward, and my penis smoothly entered my sister's body.

This time it was a little different. It felt like there was a lot of fluid lubricating inside my sister's vagina. The slippery sensation enveloped my penis, a little sore and numb at the same time. I savored this pleasurable feeling and started thrusting again.

My sister's vagina seemed like a tightly closed cavity. When my penis withdrew, it closed again deep inside. When I thrust in, the closed vagina was forced open layer by layer by my penis, all-encompassing and gently wrapping around my penis.

Perhaps because of the orgasm I had just experienced, I felt my penis was more sensitive now. Every thrust brought out a pleasure that was transmitted from the point of contact with my penis.

My sister looked very comfortable, her eyes encouragingly fixed on me: "Brother, go faster, I feel so good now." I thrust faster, touching her buttocks and saying, "Sister, as long as you're comfortable, I'll go faster. I feel so good now too, your pussy is so tight." My sister pulled on her pants, which were stuck between her knees, to prevent them from falling down because her legs were tired, and said, "Brother, let's be together forever, let's fuck together for all eternity, okay?" I was overjoyed. If I could fuck with my sister forever, I would do anything!

I cried out, "Sister, I want to fuck with you for all eternity!" I thrust hard, as if I could really see my sister and I spending our lives together, our bodies forever connected. I felt so happy and proud.

Although I had only ejaculated once, with my uncontrolled, forceful thrusting, I ejaculated again within minutes.

This time, I grabbed one of my sister's legs, leaned back, and thrust my penis in as deep as possible. My sister, cooperating, pushed her hips forward, and we both gasped for breath. My penis, slightly sore, ejaculated again into her body… So tiring, yet so pleasurable. For a long time afterward, neither of us moved, our lower bodies pressed tightly together, savoring the lingering pleasure of intercourse.

When my penis finally went limp and could no longer remain inside her slowly closing vagina, it suddenly slipped out, and we both laughed.

My sister lowered her leg, and I climbed on top of her. Our pants were still hanging on our legs, but we didn't want to pull them up. My sister reached out and hugged me, our faces pressed together.

"Little brother, get up. Dad and the others are really going home soon," my sister said after a while, rubbing my nose with her face.

I immediately realized what she meant, quickly got off my sister, and stood on the bed to pull up my pants.

My sister got up and stood on the bed. Amidst laughter and playfulness, we worked together to put her pants on (back then, when my sister and I had sex, we just put our pants on and that was it; at that age, we didn't think about using anything to clean ourselves). Once

everything was done, my sister and I quickly returned to the outer room. My sister took some vegetables, saying she was going to wash them in the pond near the house. I stayed home and sat at the dining table to rest. The two encounters were over, but I was still very excited, just sitting at the table in a daze.

After my sister finished washing the vegetables and came home, my parents came in right after her.

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