[My Sister and I] Author: Unknown

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My Sister and I

Author: Unknown
Word Count: 9,000

From the time I was old enough to understand, I loved to stick close
to my sister. Wherever she went, I would follow her. I loved it when she held my hand and we went out to play, even if it sometimes made her angry (like not being able
to play rubber bands with her friends), I still loved following her. Later, my mother often complained to me that I
had abandoned her from a young age to stay with my sister, and that she didn't know who would take care of her after she got married.

I loved playing with my sister, but when we played games, she always wanted me to play strange roles.
One of my most vivid memories is playing house with her, but I was never her groom; I was always
her son! My sister would imitate how my mother breastfed me, lifting her little shirt to reveal her completely
undeveloped breasts. I remember initially being unwilling, saying that my sister's were different from my mother's.
Later, my sister got angry and said that if I didn't do it, she wouldn't play with me anymore. So I still put my mouth to her breast,
closed my eyes, and pretended to be suckling my mother's milk. My sister would gently stroke my head and say
in a serious tone , "Baby, be good and eat well." Thinking back now, it really felt like Genghis Khan. Although
I was almost never the groom, my sister never let anyone else be her "son."

However, there was one game where I actually became her "groom."

It was probably when I was in first grade. Back then, the kids upstairs and downstairs got along very well, and the younger ones
usually listened to the older ones. There was a family living upstairs with two girls, the older one named Xiaoyan and
the younger one named Xiaoli. They were in fifth grade at the time and were the "elders" among us little ones. One time,
seeing that their parents had gone to work, they invited a bunch of us kids to their house to play. Later, they even called us into
their room and made us take off our shoes and get into bed.

Xiaoyan said, "Listen carefully, you can't tell the adults what happened here today!" We didn't know
what , but we all said yes. Xiaoli said mysteriously, "How about we try having sex today?" We were immediately
scared. Although we were young, we knew that having sex was something children shouldn't do. We knew that if we heard
adults say something like that, we'd definitely get a beating from our parents. We also knew that the vagina was where girls urinate,
a rather private place, though we didn't know why. However, since they were the "bosses," we listened to them
. Besides, if we didn't say anything, no adults would know.

Then Xiaoyan said, "You boys and girls, you decide who goes with whom." Among

us children, there were both boys and girls, making three pairs. My older sister pulled me, indicating that I was her
partner.

Seeing that everyone was paired up, Xiaoyan said, "Okay, everyone take off your pants now!"
After immediately crawled under the covers because it was a bit cold.

Then Xiaoyan said, "The girls lie on the bottom, and the boys are on top of the girls."

Everyone squeaked and got into position. My older sister lay on top of me, looked at me, and then shyly
turned her face away. I braced my hands on my sister's shoulders, afraid to press down too hard for fear of hurting her.
My penis was pressed against the outside of her vagina, feeling warm and comfortable. For some reason, it
got hard. My sister sensed something was wrong and reached down to touch it. When her hand touched my
penis, I couldn't help but shiver because her hand was cold. Seeing my discomfort, she
removed her hand, then pulled back the covers, curiously looking at my hard spot. I suddenly felt a little
embarrassed and pressed down harder to hide it from her. Unexpectedly, this pressure brought a wave of pleasure.
I saw my sister tremble slightly, a look of pleasure on her face.

Xiao Yan, seeing everyone was almost ready, said to Xiao Li, "Li, shine the flashlight and tell them
to aim it ."

Actually, "aiming" didn't mean actually aiming the penis at the vagina, just at the slit, because
they didn't really know what real sex was like. I don't know where they learned it from, maybe
they learned it while peeping at their parents having sex. Then Xiaoli crawled under the covers, shone a flashlight,
and aimed each little penis at the vulva.

I looked at my sister; her face was a little red. Actually, my sister is really a little beauty, with delicate eyebrows,
big eyes, a cute nose, and tender little lips; you can't help but like her at first sight. Now, my sister
turned her head away , a blush appearing on her face, which I really liked.

At this moment, Xiaoyan said again, "Okay, the man uses his penis to penetrate the woman's vagina."

I knew how to do this without being told, because after that pressure just now, I felt very comfortable. Hearing them say
that , I immediately started moving. I felt waves of tingling sensations coming from my penis, like
the feeling of scratching an itchy mosquito bite, but not quite, and this was even more comfortable than that, making me
unable to stop. My sister closed her eyes, her face even redder, and she was panting. But I noticed her brow was furrowed,
so I stopped and asked my sister, "Sister, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

My sister shook her head and said softly, "No. Keep going..."

Then I started moving again. Then I heard Xiaoli say to me, "Aim properly." I looked, and sure enough, my
penis was next to the crevice. Then I lifted my buttocks, aimed, and started inserting again. The feeling after aiming
seemed a little better. At this moment, I looked at my sister and had an urge to kiss her. So I put my mouth to hers,
but my sister turned her face away. I thought maybe she didn't want to, so I let it go.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. It turned out that the mother of one of the children in our group had come to ask
him to come home for dinner. Xiaoyan immediately told everyone to put on their pants. I suddenly felt a little resentful towards that child because that feeling
really made me reluctant, but since I couldn't let the adults know, I could only reluctantly put on my pants and go home.

Just like that, without realizing it, in this game, I began to play the role of my sister's "groom".

Back home, I still couldn't stop thinking about that feeling. I wanted to ask my sister to
do it again, but with Mom and Dad there, I didn't dare. It wasn't until I took a bath that evening that I finally had a chance to ask my sister. Because I was still young then,
and I was always very attached to my sister, we always bathed together. This was the first time I really looked at it.
My sister's body was so alluring. Her soft, white skin looked
especially . I could see the slightly raised nipples on her small
, undeveloped breasts. Even her belly button was beautifully shaped below her small waist. Then my gaze quickly shifted to her little genitals from the afternoon's play session.
They were still hairless, slightly raised like a small bun, with a slit in the middle—and it was that slit that held
an unforgettable attraction for me.

I whispered to my sister, "Sister, can we... tonight?"

She made a "shh" gesture and said, "Don't let Mom and Dad know," then peeked outside and
continued, "We'll talk about it after Mom and Dad are asleep."

I nodded excitedly. To avoid arousing our parents' suspicion, we played in the water as usual.

It was almost ten o'clock after our shower. Since I had to work during the day, I went back to sleep. My sister and I were watching TV
absentmindedly . Half an hour finally passed, and we figured Mom and Dad were asleep. My sister
tiptoed to their bedroom door, pressed her ear to it for a moment, and after confirming they were asleep,
smiled .

I practically jumped to turn off the TV and immediately pulled my sister to the room. I was so
excited! I quickly stripped off my clothes and crawled into bed. But as everyone knows, blankets are
cold , and with my excitement, my teeth were chattering. My sister saw me
and couldn't help but laugh. She gently closed the door, locked it, and then started taking off her clothes too.
Watching her remove her clothes, I don't know why, but thinking about what was about to happen, I felt
a hardening sensation.

Finally, my sister got into bed, and I immediately hugged her tightly, and she hugged me back. This was the first time I'd ever hugged my sister
naked; the direct contact of our bodies felt incredibly warm and reassuring.
Then, I felt less and less cold, and the thought of having sex made my body feel like it was on fire. I
felt my penis against my sister's mons pubis. My sister felt it too; she put her hand to her face
to check the temperature, then reached back and grabbed my penis, playing with it carefully. I couldn't help but shiver,
not from the cold, but from the incredible pleasure.

My sister asked suspiciously, "When we were showering, it was all soft, how did it get hard?"

I had no idea and just said, "I don't know, it just became like this." Looking back now, it seems so silly and
naive If it were me now, even if I didn't know, I would have taken the opportunity to tease my sister.

My sister continued to touch it for a while, then rolled over and lay down, saying, "Come on up!"

Hearing this, I immediately climbed on top, holding my penis with my hand, and using my fingers to probe my sister's vulva,
aiming and inserting it. Oh my god, that feeling came again, and my sister couldn't help but moan, then hugged
me tightly. So I lifted my buttocks and started moving up and down. I could only feel my penis moving
up and down , sometimes even slipping out. My sister was breathing heavily and hugged me even tighter. I buried my head in my sister's
shoulder, and then I noticed something interesting: whenever I breathed on my sister's neck, she
would involuntarily twitch and groan, as if she felt very comfortable.

My sister breathed and said, "Brother... kiss... sister's... nipple..."

I obediently moved my mouth to my sister's nipple and gently sucked on it like a breastfed baby. Meanwhile,
one of hands involuntarily went to my sister's other breast and began to knead it. My sister's breathing became heavier and heavier. She
closed her eyes, her face was flushed, and she bit her lower lip tightly to prevent herself from making a sound.

My sister said softly, "Brother... hurry... sister feels so... good... ah..."

"Sister... I feel so... good too... I like it so much... sister... sister..."

Then my sister placed her hands on my buttocks and pressed down with my rhythm, and the frequency became faster and faster.
I knew my sister was telling me to go faster and harder. So I followed her rhythm, thrusting into
her .

Suddenly, she convulsed a few times, her mouth loosened, and she let out a few moans. She had orgasmed.
But for some reason, when I continued to thrust, she pressed my buttocks down and said,
"Brother... don't move... it hurts a little..."

I was startled and quickly climbed down, asking what was wrong, whether I had hurt her by thrusting too hard.
She didn't answer, just held me, breathing softly. I had been doing it for so long and was tired too, so
we soon fell asleep in each other's arms.

From then on, my sister and I had sex almost every night, sometimes even giving her
two orgasms in one night. I also experienced the feeling of orgasm; it was indeed exhilarating. But I didn't ejaculate then; I just
felt a slight pain in my urethra and felt very tired afterward. So, back then, I had a love-hate relationship with orgasms…
until my older sister was in sixth grade. Because of the pressure of preparing for high school entrance exams, she studied until 11 pm almost every night.
My mother, worried she'd overwork herself, stayed up late to cook her a late-night snack to help her recover. She was
also worried I'd disturb her studies, so she gave me a separate room to sleep in. Of course, I was extremely unwilling,
but I had no choice but to obey my mother. For a while afterward, I still really wanted to have sex with my sister, but every
night when I went to see her, I'd see her buried in her studies under the lamp, and I couldn't bear to disturb her. I also felt sorry for her and
didn't want her to be too tired. I thought things would be better after her exams. So I'd go back to my room, thinking about her, and
then have sex with her under the covers.

Finally, my sister finished her exams, but a year later, she seemed to have forgotten what had happened.
She kept her distance from me, no longer playing with me or showering with me. Seeing her
like this , I felt too embarrassed to ask her for anything.

After my older sister went to junior high school, because the commute was far and our schedules were different, we
hardly ever saw each other. Then, when I went to junior high, she went to high school; and when I went to high school, she went to university
. It seemed like our connection was severed.

In the days without her, I really missed her, and sometimes
the things that happened between us would surface in my mind. But as I grew older, I also learned that my relationship with my sister was incestuous, and that...
If things continue like this, I really don't know how I'll face my parents. My three years of high school were as stagnant and dull as still water.
The only thing that stirred things was my sister calling often to chat with me, though she would just tell me
not to put too much pressure on myself and to relax. And every holiday, my sister would come back! She would always bring
me delicious food and nice clothes, and we'd often go shopping together, arm in arm. But it seemed like my sister
had really forgotten what happened back then. But that's okay, as long as my sister was by my side, that was enough . Besides,
the pressure of college entrance exams didn't allow me to think about too many other things.

Finally, I got into a top university, just as I'd hoped. The day I received my acceptance letter, the whole family
was happy . My sister even excitedly kissed me, and I was caught off guard, blushing and getting nervous.
My parents, seeing my awkwardness, couldn't help but laugh.

Mom laughed and said, "This kid, you're blushing even when your sister kisses you. Didn't you always love clinging to
your sister ?"

They thought I was just shy, but actually, my mind was filled with images of making love with my sister back then.
I felt myself getting hard, so I pretended to be angry and said, "Who's shy! You're all grown up now, and you're still
getting my face covered in saliva!" Then I quickly ran back to my room, not paying attention to my sister's reaction, only hearing
my parents laugh even harder.

The following days were spent going shopping with my sister and getting things ready for my university studies. Along the way,
my sister held my arm, and we looked like a couple, attracting envious glances from many passersby.

When I got to university, damn it, I finally understood what it meant to have the best after all the hardship, and I also understood
why the Taiping Rebellion eventually collapsed. A bunch of kids, like peasants who had been oppressed for two thousand years finally getting their way,
the desires suppressed for six years in junior and senior high school erupted like semen at the peak of orgasm in university. The first
month showed me quite a lot. Some freshman girls, within two weeks, were already holding hands with upperclassmen,
heading into our school's dating hotspot—the grove; every night, the playground was filled with pairs of hungry wolves groping
each other ; even worse, "breast-touching" scenes could be found in the library and classrooms. And in my
first week of school, I watched my first pornographic film. I finally realized that what my sister and I had done before was wrong;
the real sex is inserting the penis inside the vagina, not rubbing it at the entrance.

My sister and I don't go to the same school, and perhaps because she's worried, she calls me almost every day, telling me
what to be careful about and to tell her if anything goes wrong. Actually, apart from the bursting of desire, there's nothing
wrong, but I still can't tell my sister about this. Almost every night after talking to my sister on the phone,
I go to the shower thinking about her and have a good time. Finally, my sister said she'd come to my school during the National Day holiday and
asked me to pick her up. I was so excited! I told my roommates and classmates that my sister was coming, and
many people mistook her for my girlfriend, "Jie."

The day my sister arrived, I stood at the station entrance, craning my neck
to see if she was on any of the cars. Suddenly, I received a text from her: "Silly little brother, what are you looking at? Turn around
and see who it is!"

I whirled around and saw my sister covering her mouth with the back of her hand, giggling. She was wearing
a , which complemented her fair skin, making her look exceptionally elegant. I was so excited I
almost rushed over to hug my sister. I quickly took the luggage from her hands and asked, "Where did I see you
? You took so long! I was so worried!"

My sister just smiled and said, "I was sitting on the other side." Then, noticing the sweat on my forehead that
had soaked my hair, she took a tissue and wiped it away for me, asking with concern, "Have you been waiting long? Let's go."

I took my sister back to my school. Along the way, she kept asking me how I was adjusting to university life, how I was getting along with
my classmates and so on. I was starting to get a little impatient; why did women always ask the same
questions? Because the school's guesthouse didn't seem very clean, my sister and I booked a
room at a hotel near the school.

As soon as we entered the room, my sister let out a sigh of relief and immediately lay down on the bed, saying, "I'm exhausted. Let me rest for a bit,
then take a shower, and then we'll go shopping."

I said, "Okay, I've been here for a month and haven't gone shopping much."

So, after my sister finished showering, we went out. My sister still held my hand like a girlfriend
. My arm was at the same level as her chest. When my sister saw something interesting and
got excited , she would always tug at my hand to show me, and I could feel my hand comfortably bumping
against her chest. That feeling inevitably made my mind wander, and my penis would get hard again, thankfully I was wearing
loose jeans and a large t-shirt, so it was basically unnoticeable.

When we went shopping, I deliberately didn't check the time. It was rare for my beloved sister to come all this way, so of course I wanted to
spend as much time as possible with her. Our school's dormitory management is quite strict; if you go back too late
, you have to be registered. So I made an excuse to stay at the hotel with my sister. Sure enough, my sister couldn't resist me, so
we went back to the hotel together.

Because I didn't bring any clothes with me, and the clothes I was wearing smelled of sweat, I came out with a large towel
wrapped around . My sister looked at me, and I noticed that her face was a little flushed. Although she
had already showered, she thought she had sweated from shopping, so she showered again. When my sister came out, she was wearing a bathrobe, her long
hair slightly damp, draped over the robe, and she smelled wonderful. I couldn't help but feel aroused again
; I was only wearing a towel around my waist, and the erection was quite noticeable. My sister seemed to notice; she glanced
at my briefly before looking away, and her face flushed.

I quickly sat down, pretending to be calm, and picked up the remote, saying, "Wow, this feels so good, I haven't watched TV in ages."

My sister sat down too, playfully scolding, "You just love watching TV. I'm tired, I'm going to dry my hair and then go to sleep."

With that, she picked up the hairdryer and started drying her hair. At home, my sister would always watch TV
while drying her hair and would even chat with me. Perhaps because she had just seen my reaction, she wasn't
talking to me now, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. However, despite the awkwardness, my eyes, still glued to the TV, would occasionally dart away...
I glanced at my sister. She was tilting her head, her hair blowing in the hairdryer, and I could vaguely see her
profile. She'd just showered, her face flushed, making her look even more radiant. Her sexiness stirred my heart; I
could practically see the tent forming in my pants without even looking down! I deliberately didn't try to hide it, pretending to be engrossed
in watching TV. I could hear her fingers moving faster and faster as she dried her hair. I knew she'd
caught a glimpse of my private area, because I saw her face turn even redder, even her ears.

After she finished drying her hair, she didn't look at me, but pretended to be sleepy, saying, "I'm going to sleep now. Turn
the TV down, you can watch it slowly!"

Actually, I wasn't interested in watching TV; I just wanted to hold my sister and fall asleep quickly. So I pretended to be bored and said, "There's
nothing interesting on. Never mind, I'm tired too, let's both sleep."

Because my sister hadn't expected me to stay overnight, she only rented a single room. Hearing
me say that, my sister straightened the blanket and asked, "Where are you going to sleep? On the floor or on the bed?" "

On the bed," I almost blurted out. But I said, "I... I'll just sleep on the floor
."

My sister was silent for a moment, then said, "Oh... go ahead, I'll give you the blanket."

I certainly didn't want my sister to get cold; air conditioning can make you feel cold without you even realizing it, and in this
weather , it'd be unbearably hot without it. I said no, and lay down on the floor. Then my sister turned off the light,
quietly got into bed, and turned her back to me. Looking at her back, I couldn't help but reach under
the towel . But I didn't dare make any noise, lest my sister hear.

With only the towel covering my bottom, I suddenly felt cold and even sneezed. I saw my sister move slightly,
then stop moving. After a while, I couldn't resist making another call. Just then, my sister turned over and
said to me, "Here, take the blanket."

I said, "No need, I'm a boy, I'm not afraid!" My

sister was silent for a moment, then said, "Why don't you come up and sleep with me?"

I was so excited I almost pounced on her. But I pretended to be shy and said, "Oh...no need..."

My sister then generously said, "Still shy? When you were little, you always clung to me and slept with me!
Come on up!"

My tactic of feigning retreat succeeded, so I climbed into bed. My sister turned over again, her back to me, and started sleeping
. After getting into my sister's bed, my desire intensified, but I was still a little too timid and
didn't dare do anything inappropriate to my sister. I pretended to be asleep. After ten minutes, I thought my sister was
probably asleep, or at least she would think I was. I pretended to turn over in bed, put my hand
on my sister's arm, and then moved my body forward, even making some sleep-talking noises. Holding my sister close,
inhaling her scent, my lower body felt like it was about to burst. I heard her breathing become unnatural, sometimes
fast, sometimes slow; I knew she was awake but pretending to be asleep. Since she wasn't resisting, I didn't remove my hands.
My lust suddenly surged, and trembling, I softly called her name in her ear, "Sister... Sister...
Sister ," and she hummed in response.

I said again, "Sister, I want..."

She turned her head; even in the darkness, I could almost see her face was flushed, her breathing
uneven . She looked at me with hazy eyes, saying nothing; I knew she had given her consent. So I
slowly moved my lips to hers, and she gently closed her eyes. Our lips finally met,
and I slipped my tongue into her mouth. She quickly responded, our tongues intertwining, making
a "tsk tsk" sound. My hand slipped inside her pajamas; she tried to stop me with her hand, but quickly
let go and hugged me. My hands roamed more freely over my sister's breasts. Her skin was so smooth; it
felt irresistible. Her breasts weren't as flat as they used to be; they were well-
developed . Every time she wore a low-cut dress, it made my nose bleed. I felt her
nipples harden in my palms, so I focused my attack on them. My sister moaned, her body trembling, and she hugged me even
tighter .

I took off her nightgown—it was a dress, and after taking it off, she was only wearing underwear.
I casually took off my scarf, and our bodies intertwined. I pressed my penis against her mons pubis, just like
before , to satisfy our desire.

I started kissing more than just her lips. I remembered her neck was very sensitive, so I
kissed her erection, just like when we were kids, and breathed hot air into her ear. My sister continued to
tremble and moan. I slipped my hand inside her underwear. She suddenly jolted, then squeezed her legs together,
but still moaned with her eyes closed. Instead of moving forward, I explored the new territory I had discovered. Her once smooth
vulva was now covered in pubic hair. Although my hands had seen it many times before, this "new
look " truly excited me. I gently stroked the pubic hair, and my sister's legs slowly opened.
Eager to find that mysterious opening, my hand, like in an adult film, continued to move forward.
Finally, I felt my fingers reach a recessed area, where some sticky fluid was flowing out. Just as my
fingers were about to go in, my sister suddenly grabbed my hand, saying, "Don't..." Then she pulled my hand
up a little, and I felt a small, bean-sized fleshy bump—my sister's clitoris.

My sister pinched one of my fingers and said, "Here..." Then she guided me to gently rub it.

At this moment, I saw my sister take a deep breath and then breathe rapidly. Her back almost straightened, her lower abdomen lifted
, and she kept making "humming" sounds. I knew my sister was enjoying it, so I
continued to gently rub.

My sister noticed I was having trouble rubbing because of her panties, so she
took off hers, and I followed suit.

She moaned, "Ah... little brother... ah... so... good... ah... come... on...
ah..."

So I rolled over and pressed myself against her, my hand on my penis. At that moment, I really wanted to penetrate her, but
because she had told me not to, I should just rub the head of my penis against her clitoris like when we were kids.
Her moans were almost screams. She seemed close to climaxing, but I didn't feel it yet, and I was afraid she...
As before, she wouldn't let me wipe it anymore once we reached the spot, so I slowed down. But what my sister did next really
surprised me. She pinched my penis with her small hand and guided my head towards that mysterious little hole. My sister opened her eyes,
looking at me with a hazy gaze, and said, "Come in..."

As if I had received a royal decree, I thrust my hips forward, trying to enter, but because there was too much fluid, it slipped onto
my sister's inner thigh. My sister scolded, "Slow down... be gentle... this is my first time..."

So my sister guided my penis again, leading it towards that little hole once more. This time I slowly applied force,
feeling the glans opening a passage, a passage tightly sucking it. My sister
frowned , biting her lip.

I asked her with concern, "Does it hurt?"

My sister nodded and said, "Continue..."

I still went slowly, not daring to go too fast or too hard. My sister's fingers gripped my hand, her fingernails
almost digging into my flesh. Finally, I inserted my entire penis into my sister's vagina. I still didn't dare
move because I saw that my sister's tightly furrowed brows hadn't relaxed yet.

My sister opened her eyes, looked at me tenderly, and said, "Little brother... I'm finally yours..."
I was so moved that I immediately hugged my sister tightly, and she hugged me back.

After a while, my sister whispered in my ear, "Little brother... let's begin..."

I started to slowly thrust, and my sister's clenched teeth slowly loosened. My sister started moaning again
.

"Ah... little brother... sister... so good... ah... ah..."

"Sister... I... am... so... good... ah... ah..."

I slowly increased the speed, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh stimulating every nerve, making me thrust with
all . The pleasure was like an electric current, emanating from our point of contact, traveling upwards, through my chest, and then to my brain.
Every contraction of my sister's vagina almost made my brain faint with excitement. My sister's moans grew faster and
faster.

"Ah... little brother... almost... sister... almost... almost there..."

I felt I was almost there too, an instinctive feeling that lured me to involuntarily increase my speed, each thrust
accompanied by a "sizzling" sound of fluid flowing between us. Finally, after my last few intense thrusts, my
pleasure reached its peak, and I ejaculated into my sister's vagina in spurts. As I
ejaculated, my sister's body began to spasm, her vagina contracting incessantly; she had also reached orgasm.

We breathed heavily, embracing each other, savoring the wonderful feeling of our climax. I caressed my sister's body and
kissed her again. Slowly, I felt my penis soften, and reluctantly withdrew.
Our mouths parted at the same time. I stroked my sister's face, looking at her tenderly, and said, "Sister,
I love you."

My sister smiled shyly, then gently punched me in the chest, scolding, "You little rascal,
did you intend to do this to me from the beginning?"

I said deliberately in a teasing tone, "Yes, my little beauty, why didn't you do it with me since elementary school
?"

My sister's eyes widened, and she said angrily, "Oh, you still say that? It was clearly you who stopped doing it with me!"

I said aggrievedly, "Mom said you had exams back then, and I didn't dare disturb you... and every time I went to see you,
I saw you studying, and I felt sorry for you, not wanting you to be too tired... and I thought it would be fine after your exams
..."

My sister tapped my head and said, "Silly!"

I continued, "Who knew that after your exams you would seem to have forgotten about us..."

At this moment, my sister said aggrievedly, "Then I thought you didn't want it anymore, that you hated my sister... so
when I wanted it, I could only have the blanket..."

Hearing my sister say this, I couldn't help but feel touched. It turned out that my sister had always loved me. I
hugged and whispered in her ear, "Sister, I love you."

My sister hugged me back tightly and said, "Sister loves you too."

At that moment, I felt myself getting hard again, so…

that night we made love twice more.

Later, my sister found a job near my university and rented an apartment. My sister and I lived happily ever after
. (A fairytale ending o(∩_∩)o… haha)

[The End]

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