[The girl in the miniskirt]

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[My Sister in a Mini-Skirt] I'm 20 years old and live with my younger sister, Xiaolan. My parents are away doing business (I suspect it's
smuggling), and all they do is send us lots of money, without caring about us at all. My sister and I depend on each other for survival.
Money makes the world go round, and thankfully, Xiaolan went to a good middle school, and I went to a good university.

The day before my sister's 16th birthday, I racked my brains: my parents probably don't remember our birthdays
, so I'll be the only one celebrating with her. What gift should I give her? As her older brother, I should give
my sister, who is entering her prime, an unexpected surprise. Then, the image of Xiaolan came to mind. My sister
Xiaolan has an angelic face and a witch-like figure, but because our parents are away doing business all year round and
neglect her, plus I have no idea about clothes, and my sister herself is careless, like a boy, not
the kind of person who cares about things, so my beautiful sister doesn't have a single piece of clothing that suits her, and
she runs around in her sportswear every day. I thought: Xiaolan is a girl, she should like to dress up,
it . Maybe I should get her a dress.

So, I flipped through a fashion magazine—of all the models, the girl in the red miniskirt
caught my eye the most, so I called and ordered that red miniskirt set.

On Xiaolan's birthday night, we sat facing each other in front of a white cake covered in burning birthday candles.
The fiery candlelight made my sister's face look rosy. The moment had arrived, and I took out my gift box. Xiaolan
exclaimed "Wow!" and quickly took the gift box, tearing open the packaging.

Wow! —! Another long exclamation, it's a skirt! "Yes!" Seeing my sister so happy made
me happy too. "Do you like it?" "Yes!" Xiaolan said, picking up the red miniskirt and holding it up against
herself , twisting and turning. "

If you like it, try it on, let me see too." Looking at my innocent and lovely sister, I felt
satisfied; she liked my gift.

Xiao Lan ran upstairs, and I shouted from downstairs, "Dress up nicely, don't
disappoint !" "Okay!" came Xiao Lan's clear voice.

I waited downstairs alone, drinking champagne, until Xiao Lan finally appeared on the stairs. Since
all the lights were off, I didn't see her clearly until she was right in front of me.

And what I saw almost made me faint—my sister was so beautiful! A stunningly pretty baby face,
a pair of cute little braids, and a red short-sleeved top covering her slightly protruding breasts. Looking further down,
there was the most alluring part—under her red mini-skirt, a pair of tightly pressed, white legs were
rubbing against each other with the natural movement of her body. Her feet were clad in white socks and red shoes,
adding charm. My stunned silence actually made Xiao Lan very happy. "Brother, am I pretty?" As my sister
spoke, she instinctively grabbed the sides of her short skirt and pulled it up a little higher,
revealing Xiaolan's entire pair of girlish thighs to me (this was the first time Xiaolan had worn a skirt since she was ten,
and the first time I had seen her thighs). I believed that if it went up a little higher, I would be able to see her underwear
. An unprecedented impulse surged into my heart. I was startled: No, I can't think like this, she
's my sister. She's innocent and carefree, showing no restraint towards me, only treating me as her brother, I can't…

Xiaolan, seeing my eyes lingering on her skirt, thought there was something wrong with it: Brother,
is there something wrong with the skirt? I composed myself: Good, good, good, that's wonderful, I'm stunned, you're the prettiest girl
! Don't move, let me take a good look at you. I said, walking behind my sister. Actually, I was
hiding from her, because my little brother was already erect. Don't move! I commanded, and
Xiaolan , happy and not thinking too much, smiled and remained still.

I pretended to examine her clothes, but my eyes kept wandering to Xiaolan's thighs and calves. Her miniskirt covered
her plump little bottom. I couldn't help but think: She's not moving now; if I suddenly lift her
skirt, I'll definitely see her panties. If I'm quick enough, I can even take off her
panties before she reacts. That way, I'll have a chance to penetrate her from behind… Thinking about it, I couldn't resist anymore.

"Brother, how is it?" Xiaolan suddenly asked, her tone still so innocent.

I snapped back to reality—she's my sister! I thought again: Since she's my sister, I shouldn't think too much. I'll just find
an opportunity to touch her unimportant parts a few times and get my kicks. Thinking this, I said: "Good sister, it
suits you very well. Raise your hands so I can take a closer look." Xiaolan obediently raised her hands,
so I pretended to measure the clothes behind her, placing my hands on her sides. Through the top, I could feel
my sister's bra, which excited me even more. My hands slid down her body, quickly reaching her
waist . I wanted to feel the elastic band of her underwear, so I applied a little more pressure with both hands. Sure enough, I felt it—
just a little below the waistband of her skirt, that was the elastic band. At this moment, my penis was fully
erect. I really wanted to just pull off her skirt and underwear together and enjoy my sister's youthful
body.

Just as I thought of this, Xiaolan suddenly turned around with a smile, unexpectedly throwing herself into my arms and kissing my
cheek : "Brother, you're so sweet. Thank you for the gift. I like it. I'll wear it often from now on.

" I awkwardly said: "Very good, not bad..." But my penis was already
pressed tightly against my waistband by Xiaolan's little belly.

Fortunately, my sister was immersed in boundless happiness and didn't notice the change in my body. She quickly
turned away from my arms and pulled my hand towards the cake. I felt that Xiaolan's hands were so soft and
delicate , completely different from how I used to feel them. I realized that she had grown up, and it was
dangerous for her to be with me. I couldn't hurt my sister.

To avoid being exposed, I quickly sat behind the table, and to my astonishment, I discovered that my penis was already
pressing against the edge of the table. To divert attention, I hurriedly said, "Xiaolan, make a wish." Xiaolan nodded, leaned forward slightly
, straightened her back, closed her eyes, placed her hands on her chest, and began to make a wish. Looking at her heaving
breasts, I thought to myself: In that position, her legs must be tightly pressed together. I can't see her underwear from the front.
But I could see her entire thigh. Her eyes were closed, so why not take a look? It wouldn't hurt. So
I suddenly bent down and peered under the table, only for half a second before looking up. Because the candlelight
didn't under the table, I could only vaguely see Xiaolan's legs together, slightly turned to one side,
which wasn't what I expected. I only saw one side of her thigh and half of her buttocks at the base.

Xiaolan opened her eyes: "Brother, let's blow out the candles!" I nodded and blew out
the candles with Xiaolan, plunging the room into darkness. The darkness sparked countless thoughts in me. I tried to control myself
until my sister turned on the light and called to me: "Brother, let's cut the cake together!" I agreed
and went to the cake. Xiaolan held the knife in her right hand, nodded at me, and I reached out and took her hand
, holding the knife together. My left hand naturally rested on her waist, gently embracing her. My
penis was almost lifting up her super short skirt and pressing against her little butt. I pretended to cut the cake, my
face close to Xiaolan's, but my eyes were tracing down her pink neck, hoping to see her underwear through her neckline.
But still a little short; her outer garment covered her too tightly. So I held Xiaolan and pretended to cut the cake forcefully,
pushing her body forward and lowering it a bit. The front of the neckline finally left her breasts a little,
revealing...

what a sight! Such a cute pair of breasts supporting a white bra, not too big, not too small, and with
the backdrop of a pure young girl's body and the aura of virginity, my restraint reached its limit once again.

"Brother, why are your hands shaking? You've cut the cake crookedly," my sister complained at this moment. I
came to my senses and hurriedly made up a lie: "I... I'm so happy! You've reached your prime, you're a young lady now,
no longer a little girl..." Xiaolan looked up and saw my flushed cheeks, thinking I was really excited.

She looked into my eyes and said affectionately, "Brother, thank you, I'm so happy. You're so good to me, I
'll definitely repay you, I'll definitely be a good little sister." I couldn't resist her gaze and her sweet, fragrant
breath, so I turned my head away and said, "Let's eat cake." Because my mind was
wandering , and Xiaolan's innocent and pure smile was irresistible, I only ate two small pieces of cake. After I finished,
my sister offered to clean the table. I quickly agreed and ran upstairs to my bedroom—I
needed to masturbate. I couldn't take it anymore; if this continued, my sister would probably be ruined by me tonight.

I masturbated as quickly as possible (actually, given my condition, I couldn't have been slow; it only took a few
strokes before I ejaculated everywhere). My sexual fantasy was about my sister, which was expected, but I still felt
guilty. After cleaning up the scene, I ran downstairs again.

Xiaolan had already turned on the TV and was sitting on the sofa. Seeing me come down, she shouted, "Brother, where
have ?" "Come on down, this is the Disney cartoon I bought today, do you like it?" I agreed and
sat down next to her, keeping a distance. To avoid having any wild thoughts, I focused intently on the cartoon
. Plus, I had just masturbated, so thankfully, I didn't have any unusual thoughts (or maybe it was normal). Two
hours , the cartoon ended, and we had to watch something boring. After a while, I got sleepy and
said, "I'm sleepy..." Before I could finish, I realized that Xiaolan had fallen asleep. Her head was leaning against
the back of the sofa, a sweet smile on her lips. Usually, when this happens, I gently carry her upstairs.

But usually, I treat her like a little girl, and she's wearing long pants. Today, her sexy
girlish outfit had already aroused me, and I'd already had wild thoughts and actions. If I carried her again, I
probably wouldn't be able to resist.

Thinking of this, I nudged her: "Xiaolan, it's time to sleep, let's go upstairs." "I'm tired, I can't carry you anymore."

To my surprise, she frowned, didn't open her eyes, and hummed, "No, carry me..."
I steeled myself; I couldn't let her see anything. I had to carry her as usual. So I leaned closer
to , draped her right arm over my shoulder, and wrapped my left arm around her back. The next move
was hard to complete without my mind wandering. I had to reach my right hand under her thighs to lift her.
Looking at her thighs exposed outside her miniskirt, smooth, fleshy, and elastic, coupled with her Sleeping Beauty-like
pose , just looking at them, let alone touching them, was enough to get me aroused again. I remembered,
it had been over three hours since I last masturbated; I was excited again.

No matter what, I had to carry her; there was no escaping it. I composed myself and quickly
reached under her thighs, wrapping my arms around her sexy legs. My God, I thought to myself, but my hands desperately
wanted to caress her, not lift her. Xiaolan was fast asleep; she couldn't tell what I was thinking at all, just sleeping
sweetly . Then a terrible thought crossed my mind: I should check her underwear. As soon as I thought it, I shook my head.
No, I couldn't go any further; I had to control myself. Was I about to indulge? I used all my strength to lift her up.

But this was a disaster. Because of the position I was in, her buttocks naturally sank, and her
miniskirt slipped down to her thighs, vaguely revealing a glimpse of her underwear—it was white. My
penis —whoosh—stood up instantly, almost touching Xiaolan's back. I was terrified and rushed
upstairs to her bedroom.

I tried to calm my filthy mind and laid her flat on her single bed. A beautiful picture
unfolded before my eyes—on the orange sheets, a beautiful girl in a red miniskirt outfit, two small braids,
slightly bent legs, red boots and white socks, and most alluring of all, the short skirt that barely covered her underwear, the hem
rolled up, leaving endless room for imagination.

If this sleeping beauty weren't my sister, she certainly wouldn't have escaped tonight, but she happens to be my
sister . I absolutely cannot commit incest. But the desire within me cannot be quelled. I think:
she probably won't notice if I touch her thigh, just a little bit.

I reached out and touched her knee. Seeing that she didn't react, I slowly slid my hand upwards.

My hand began to tremble…

(Absolutely not finished, to be continued. Your desired plot development below. Multiple selections are allowed, but single selection is encouraged.

Please also include your suggestions.)

a. Xiaolan woke up. I raped my sister, and she lost her virginity in agony.

b. Xiaolan half-heartedly yielded to my violation.

c. Xiaolan completely yielded to me.

d. I used anesthesia and raped my sister while she was unconscious.

e. I endured the pain and returned to my room (this clue will lead to even more exciting things, and is also
a clue the author likes).

My sister in a miniskirt (continued)

Last time, I said... I tried to calm my filthy mind and laid her flat on her single bed. A
beautiful picture appeared before my eyes—on the orange sheets, a beautiful girl in a red miniskirt suit,
two small braids, slightly bent legs, red boots and white socks, and most alluring of all was
the short skirt , the hem rolled up, giving endless fantasies.

If this sleeping beauty wasn't my sister, she definitely wouldn't have escaped tonight, but she just happens to be my
sister . I must not do incest. But the desire in my heart could not be quelled. I thought:
she probably wouldn't notice if I touched her thigh, just a little bit.

I reached out and touched her knee. Seeing no reaction, I slowly slid my hand upwards.

My hand began to tremble…

Just as I couldn't bear the suppressed desire in my lower body any longer, my sister let out a soft moan. She began to roll over,
and I quickly withdrew my hand to prevent her from pinning it beneath her. I shook my head violently, ran out of Xiaolan's
room , and returned to my own.

I closed the door, unable to suppress my passion any longer. I began to masturbate frantically, three times in
ten minutes , my mind filled with images of my sister's sexy, youthful legs and her
panties peeking out from under her miniskirt. My semen was everywhere on the floor, streaks of it. I knew that each trace
represented a spasm, and each spasm represented an release. Only
when I could no longer get an erection did I feel tired and exhausted, and I fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up twice more in the middle of the night and masturbated twice more.

The next day was Saturday, a holiday for the whole world. For us students, it was the first day of summer vacation.

When I woke up this morning, to avoid having dirty thoughts in front of Xiaolan, I masturbated twice.
You could say I was completely exhausted trying to protect my sister's virginity.

I cleaned the semen-stained floor and dragged my aching body to the kitchen. My sister was already eating
the breakfast she had made. Seeing me come downstairs, she quickly took out my breakfast and placed it in front of me. She opened her
big, beautiful, watery eyes, looked at me, and said sweetly, "Brother, what's wrong? You look so
pale." I blushed and smiled, saying, "Maybe I'm hungry. It's okay." But secretly, I thought: I wonder how you'll react
if I tell you the real reason.

"Then hurry up and eat," my sister said, pressing me into a chair and
standing . I looked at my sister carefully. She was still wearing her white silk pajamas; it seemed she had changed
them last night. Thinking about how she looked last night, my heart fluttered again. I thought to myself: it seems that once
you cross the line of incest in your mind, it's really hard to control your normal thoughts afterward. When
Xiaolan was still my little sister, I didn't feel anything when I hugged or held her. But once she
aroused my evil thoughts, she became a different girl in my heart—a beautiful, youthful, lovely, pure, charming, and alluring young girl who
lived , a virgin who had never been
penetrated by a man's penis, a little girl who would struggle when forced by a man, a little girl who would feel
nervous, scared, and ashamed under a man, a girl who would feel pain, cry, and scream when her hymen was lost
… Thinking about it, my heart warmed up again. My hands holding the cutlery began to tremble. I was really worried that my
little sister next to me would notice my strange behavior. Fortunately, I kept my head down, and she didn't see my blushing face.

I turned my head to the side, wanting to secretly look at Xiaolan's expression, but not wanting her to notice. However,
my gaze lingered on the edge of the table. My younger sister was standing right next to the table, which came to just between her knees and
thighs . Her two thighs, clad in a white silk nightgown, were pressed tightly together
, forming a Y-shape. Then, without realizing it, she playfully swayed back and forth against the table.

The Y-shape shifted in intensity with each movement.
What I thought of at that moment, I don't need to elaborate on. "Ugh!" These actions I usually don't even notice, after my unrestrained
thoughts, have actually made me... Good heavens, I'm seeing threats everywhere, like a snake in a cup. I hurriedly ate
something and rushed away. My sister was there obediently clearing away the dishes.

To suppress the flood of thoughts, I went back to my bedroom to play computer games, but a few days ago there was
a computer virus, and I had to reinstall the system, but all that was left were some pictures of
beautiful girls . As soon as I saw those innocent and pure pictures of young female celebrities, I couldn't help but think of
my sister in her miniskirt. I angrily yanked off the power cord, buried my head in my hands, and lay on the bed.

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and my sister shouted from outside: "Brother, open the door!" I steeled myself and
opened the door .

I froze.

My sister was wearing the birthday present I gave her yesterday, that red short-sleeved miniskirt outfit with red boots and
white socks, standing in the doorway with her hands behind her back. Wasn't that the very thing that had aroused my evil thoughts? Wasn't that the image that had been in my brain as I ejaculated on the floor time
and time again ? I suppressed my desire and said to Xiaolan: "Xiaolan,
why are you wearing this?" Xiaolan blinked and said, "Don't you like it? If you like it, I'll wear it.
You gave it to me, and I want to make you happy." I was speechless. "Xiaolan, you're so sweet,
so beautiful, so alluring." I said exactly what I was thinking, except for one word: "alluring"
should have been "alluring." Xiaolan laughed happily and skipped into my room. My bed was very low, with only a mattress, about twenty centimeters high. This is why I could easily roll off the bed and ejaculate on the floor
while masturbating in bed . 　　Xiaolan sat naturally on the edge of my bed, her snow-white arms wrapped around her tightly closed knees (keeping legs together is a natural instinct for some girls). Because the bed was too low, and Xiaolan was curled up...

Her short skirt revealed a glimpse of her bare thighs; standing in front of her, I could see her fair, sexy
virgin . I secretly gasped, because my penis was starting to get hard again. To avoid
embarrassing myself in front of my sister, I hurriedly got onto the bed and lay down behind her. However, the bed was too small, and I had gotten down
too quickly, so my head was right next to Xiaolan's buttocks, and I could see the short zipper at the back of her skirt with just a glance
. When Xiaolan saw me behind her, she naturally turned to talk to me, so my eyes were now directly
on the side of her thighs. A delicate, youthful fragrance wafted into my nose, and I greedily inhaled it,
subconsciously hoping to smell the scent beneath Xiaolan's skirt. My penis was already erect under my body
, ready to do push-ups. "

Brother, you forgot? Today we're going to tidy up that big bookshelf; we need to
put in there," Xiaolan said. "

Oh, Xiaolan, I didn't forget. I'll help you tidy up in a bit." As I tried to manage the situation, I thought to myself: that
bookshelf is so tall, it reaches the ceiling, and we need to put our books on the top shelves. It looks like it's going to be difficult; we'll
need a ladder. This is going to be a lot of work.

"Let's hurry!" my sister urged, pulling my hand. I was anxious; if I stood
up now and she saw my erection, I'd be in big trouble. So I quickly jumped up, stood
behind , put my hands on her shoulders, and pushed her forward so she couldn't turn around and see me.

Because I'd masturbated so much, and because I was deliberately thinking about other things, this time
my erection calmed down quickly. I got a short ladder, leaned it against the bookshelf, and climbed
up the two-foot-high ladder. I could reach the top shelf. My sister had already brought all
the books to put on the shelf and came to the ladder. She said to me, "Brother, I'll hand you your books; you can put them up."

I agreed, bent down on the ladder, and reached for the books my sister handed me.

My sister first squatted down and picked up a book from the floor. Because I was on top of her, her legs were crouching, and her upper body
naturally leaned forward, revealing a gap between her top and her body. I could vaguely see her white
bra. Oh no! I was startled. I was on the ladder;
what if my legs gave way and I fell? Just then, my sister stood up. Her clothes clung tightly to her body again.
The bra I had just seen was now a pair of medium-sized breasts through a red top. I shook my head, took the book,
and quickly put it on the bookshelf. When I turned around again, my sister squatted down to get a book again,
and I saw her bra again… This repeated itself more than twenty times until she finally put all my books away. My
mind was starting to race with wild thoughts. I quickly jumped down the ladder. "

Brother, I haven't put my books away yet! Why did you come down?" Xiaolan asked me.

"Oh?"… I hurriedly thought of a reply, "Oh!" "I'm not familiar with your course, so you can decide how to set it up
yourself ," I said, grinning foolishly at my sister. She pouted, "You want me
to climb up by myself?" Without thinking, I replied, "It's okay, I'll hold you." I immediately regretted it. She was wearing
a miniskirt , and the ladder was exactly two feet high. If I held her, my face would likely be right in front of her butt. Just as I was about
to climb back up, my sister unexpectedly climbed up first. As she climbed, her miniskirt swayed with each leg,
her smooth, virgin legs looking incredibly alluring beneath the swaying miniskirt. When
she reached the top, her butt was right in front of my eyes, her thighs within reach
. My penis finally couldn't resist the temptation and started to rise.

If my sister looked down at me then, she would definitely notice my erection. So, the instant she looked
down , I quickly squatted down, pretending to grab a book to hide my penis. My sister called out, "Why aren't you
holding me up?" I stammered, "It's not high, it's okay. I need to get you a book..."
As I spoke , I picked up a book, looked up, and reached out to hand it to her.

Good heavens! What did I see? I was right at the bottom of the ladder, and my sister, wearing a miniskirt, was standing on it.

I could see her white panties completely, contrasted by her red boots and white socks. Combined with her
innocent, beautiful face, my crotch was practically ready for a military exercise; the heat was comparable to a steam engine.
My sister didn't notice my unusual expression. She took the book and started putting it on the shelf. I couldn't resist the temptation,
so I secretly stood a little higher, carefully examining my sister's panties, my gaze fixed on the area between her thighs.
Her panties were pressed against her small buttocks, creating a slit in the middle, leading from her waist down to her genitals,
filling me with endless fantasies. If only I could release my pent-up desire there, thrusting into her hundreds of times! My
steam engine needs to work its piston inside, and we'll scream like a steam locomotive...

My sister had already put down one book, so I quickly squatted down, took another, and handed it to her. When it came to the last
few books, I couldn't take it anymore, so I pretended to hold the ladder, resting my head as
close , sniffing hard, catching the scent of her skirt and the delicate fragrance of a young girl. I really couldn't bear it any longer. As I put down
the last book, I reached out and held my sister's waist, then slowly slid
down towards her buttocks.

Just then, my sister started to climb down the ladder. Because she was unsteady and a little scared,
she fell off the ladder with her back to me.

Well, that was good. In the instant she fell, my hands touched her buttocks all over, her miniskirt was completely lifted up
, and I lay down, my sister's little buttocks landing right on my rock-hard penis, while my
hands naturally slipped under her and rested on her breasts.

Being a man is really not easy. I'm already at the peak of excitement. I can't hold back any longer,
that's what that gentleman—Hong Xiguan—said. With a determined heart, I used
Xiaolan , to greedily caress her breasts…

(Absolutely not finished, to be continued. The following plot developments are as you wish. Multiple selections are allowed, but single selection is encouraged.

Please include your suggestions.)

3a. Xiaolan realized what had happened; I had raped my sister, and she lost her virginity in agony.

3b. Xiaolan half-heartedly yielded to my violation.

3c. Xiaolan completely yielded to me.

3d. I knocked Xiaolan unconscious and raped my sister while she was unconscious.

3e. I endured the pain, pushed my sister away, and went back to my room to masturbate (this clue will
lead to even more exciting things, and it's a clue the author likes).

"My sister in a miniskirt"

Last time we talked about... Just then, my sister started to go down the ladder. Because she was unsteady and
a little scared, she fell down the ladder with her back to me.

Well, in the instant she fell, my hands touched her buttocks all over, her miniskirt was completely lifted up
, and I lay down, my sister's little buttocks sitting right on my iron-hard penis, while my
hands naturally went under her and placed on her breasts.

Being a man is really tough. I'm already at my peak of excitement. I can't hold back any longer,
that's what that gentleman, Hong Xiguan, said. With a determined heart, I used
Xiaolan , to greedily caress her breasts…

Suddenly, Xiaolan screamed, broke free from my embrace, stood up, pressed down on her lifted
miniskirt , and said in a panic, "Brother, I pressed on you! You must be in a lot of pain, it's all my fault." She quickly tried
to pull me away, my erection still there, afraid my sister would see. I hurriedly pretended to be in a lot of pain
, curling up to protect my erection. Seeing this, Xiaolan thought I was really in pain and started crying: "Brother,
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to…" She cried as she came to help me.

Xiaolan's soft face was pressed against mine, her hands around my ribs, her chest against my back, trying to
lift me up. I felt Xiaolan's rapid breathing against my neck, the rise and fall of her breasts against my back,
and coupled with the girl's bewildered and helpless expression and her pure, innocent fragrance, my restraint reached its limit once again. My
mind raced, searching for a reason to commit adultery with my sister. If I could find a suitable excuse, I would immediately possess
her. I would suckle her swaying breasts, listen to her panting beneath me,
thrust , admire her swollen vulva from a boy's first violation, observe
the movement of her labia under the friction…

Reason one: I have cared for her all these years; I raised her, and I have an obligation to transform her from a girl
into a woman.

Reason two: I will always care for her, unlike other men who abandon their lovers after taking advantage of her.

Reason three: I love her, and I believe she loves me too.

Reason four: She is my sister; she should repay me, understand my predicament, and satisfy my desires.

Reason five: She should understand sex; otherwise, it will be dangerous for her when she grows up.

Reason six: If I don't violate her, she will be violated by someone else in the future. "Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders...

"

I thought of a thousand reasons. My heart was racing; I couldn't care less anymore. I just hoped my sister and
God would forgive me.

I suddenly turned around, pushed my sister, who was sitting on the floor, down onto the ground, and pressed my body against hers without hesitation
. My sister cried out again, "Brother, what's wrong?" Her eyes were wide open, and her hands were pushing against
my body. Just as my erect penis touched Xiaolan's thigh through my pants and skirt, I
suddenly felt dizzy, followed by a shock, and then my penis began to ejaculate wildly in my crotch.

Wave after wave, I felt my penis throbbing with each ejaculation, and my sister's skirt was
lifted up by my throbbing penis. Waves of pleasure assaulted my brain. Through my squinted eyes, I saw my sister's
surprised expression and vaguely heard her cry out, "Brother! Brother! Are you alright? Does it hurt a lot?"
Clearly, Xiaolan didn't feel my throbbing penis, nor did she understand what I was doing. She assumed I
was blushing and in pain because she had hit me earlier. But I knew perfectly well what was going on—I had ejaculated. My
useless penis had protected my sister's innocence at the last moment, ejaculating the
semen that should have been inside her into my pants. And now, instead of
enjoying I was paralyzed with rage, collapsing beside her.

To avoid giving myself away, I immediately stood up and frantically ran upstairs to clean up.

I heard my sister calling me from behind: "Brother, call me if you need anything!"... I agonized in my room
for a long time. It was all my fault for that red miniskirt
set . That sexy gift almost ruined her innocence. How could I have such a terrible thought?

Just then, my sister knocked on the door. What I feared most was seeing her innocent eyes, but I
had to open the door.

The door opened, and my sister was still wearing that miniskirt. To avoid letting my mind wander, I quickly sat down at the computer,
my back to her, too embarrassed to look at her.

The oblivious Xiaolan didn't notice my reaction at all. I heard
the sound of her little boots scraping the floor. It was always her habitual gesture—hands behind her back, legs tightly pressed together, feet
rubbing against the floor. Now, wearing that miniskirt, the hem must be swaying with her movements, her
alluring thighs must be faintly visible… Ah!! I couldn't bear to think any further. "

Brother! Our garden needs tidying up, weeding." My sister's words interrupted my reverie,
but I still couldn't face her. "

Xiaolan, I'll hire someone to tidy it up tomorrow," I said. "

Brother! How can you be so lazy? We used to tidy it up together. I really love that garden;
I don't trust anyone else to do it!" As Xiaolan spoke, she actually climbed onto my back, her left arm wrapped around my neck, and her right arm
dangling from my shoulder to my chest. If it weren't for the chair back blocking her way, her chest would probably have touched my
back . Her arms were fair and smooth, her small hands delicate and childlike. If I could have that hand give me a handjob,
it would feel amazing. I started imagining again: if my sister's hand went down a little further, it could touch my penis;
if that hand caressed my penis… my thick, dark penis would swing freely in that small hand…

Thinking about it, I started to get aroused again. So I quickly broke free from my sister's embrace and stood up, saying, "
Let's go weed together then." My sister followed closely behind me. I noticed that she seemed to be going to work in the garden in
a miniskirt , so I said to her, "Xiaolan, are you going to work in a skirt? Go change your clothes."
Actually, I was afraid her skirt would arouse my wicked thoughts. Unexpectedly, she pouted and said, "No,
I like wearing it, it's none of your business." Then she skipped and hopped towards the garden. With each jump, her skirt
lifted a little, almost exposing her thighs, which attracted me so much. I had no choice but to follow her
into the garden.

Weeding requires squatting. Boys, of course, aren't afraid, but girls who like to wear skirts always
try to avoid squatting, especially when wearing short skirts. They always try to avoid exposing themselves, such as turning
their legs to one side, or squeezing their thighs together, and occasionally using their skirts to cover their underwear when they spread their legs.

But my innocent sister didn't avoid me at all; she thought I wouldn't do anything to her. So she
focused intently on her work, because she really loved the garden.

My sister stood among the flowers, looking down, searching for weeds. The yellow flowers, just above her ankles, contrasted with her white
slouch socks, and the red mini-skirt on her beautiful legs fluttered in the breeze. What an alluring
picture it was!
How !

My sister slowly squatted down in the breeze and began pulling weeds. As she squatted, her thighs came together and
leaned to one side, gradually revealing her. When she was fully squatted, her knees were higher than her waist, and
the hem of her miniskirt slid down from her thighs to her groin. A glimpse of white underwear
was faintly .

My penis began to throb, but my sister continued to repeat those actions that attracted me. Her legs
swayed back and forth, and the triangular piece of fabric covering her virginity appeared and disappeared. Suddenly, my sister noticed
some weeds between her legs. Without adjusting her position, she started pulling them, and as a result…

she remained squatting, her legs spread apart facing me, revealing her entire skirt. Her white
underwear clung tightly to her crotch, slightly bulging, with two or three small creases. With each pull of the weeds,
the taut creases on her underwear changed shape. Some taller flowers
swayed in front of her panties, occasionally brushing against the pure area of this sixteen-year-old virgin.
It was incredibly difficult to resist looking at such a scene. I fantasized about how wonderful it would be to pin her down in the flowerbed and hear her soft moans
. How wonderful it would be to forcibly remove her top and see her arms covering her young breasts, her expression one of fear
. How wonderful it would be to lift her skirt and feel her
body temperature . I am her family; granting me such a small request shouldn't be difficult, right? Why
can't I bring myself to do it to a girl like this? Is it just because she's my sister? I truly love her. Now, whenever
I think about another man in the future, perhaps in a flowerbed like this, removing her panties amidst her pleas
, I feel jealous. The thought of her parted legs and those white slouch socks being carried on someone else's shoulders breaks my
heart. I cannot bear the thought of another man entering her body, letting her virgin blood stain these yellow flowers.
If she were to be defiled by someone else someday, then the one with the most right to do so would be me. Only my
penis could open the gates of her virginity, only my cock could thrust inside Xiaolan's vagina.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and I shook my head, becoming more sober. But my penis was uncontrollably erect
.

My sister's body was now lowered considerably, her knees bent, her hands on the ground, her buttocks
raised . Her short skirt barely covered her panties. I believed it
would be easy to pull off her panties from behind. And before her panties even left her thighs, I could penetrate her vagina,
hear her cry out, and then I would hold her waist and thrust into her with abandon. Her virgin blood would flow down her thighs
, staining the panties that were supposed to protect her purity.

I was indulging in my fantasies when I suddenly heard my sister let out a soft moan: "Ouch." Then she got up,
sat on the ground, bent her right knee, and stroked it with her hand. I rushed over. I saw that her knee was
cut by a pebble, a small gash, and blood was seeping out. But what I really noticed wasn't
the wound , but her posture. She was sitting on the ground, her left leg straight, her right leg bent high. I was squatting opposite her,
my eyes on her wound, but my attention was entirely focused on between her legs. Her bent legs were supporting
the hem of her skirt, revealing her underwear up close. I pretended to examine her wound, placing
my left hand on the wound on her right knee and my right hand naturally on her left knee. This was
a position that drove me crazy. I was in a completely advantageous position because I could spread her legs at any moment and
quickly pull off her underwear. I could give her a new wound, a
wound that would bleed a lot from my violence…

“Brother, what are you looking at? Help me up, let’s put some medicine on it.” Xiao Lan said, pulling my
arm to her feet. As she stood up, her short skirt gradually covered her private parts, and
more blood seeped from the wound.

My sister went back to her room, and I went to get the medicine. When I arrived at her room, she was sitting
on her small sofa, staring blankly at her wound. I knelt down in front of her, right in front of
the hem of her skirt. In such an obvious state of exposure, Xiaolan's characteristic girlish modesty finally kicked in. She
instinctively brought her legs together, knees touching, thighs pressed tightly together, and even pressed down on the sides of her skirt
to prevent any exposure, leaving only her calves slightly parted. Her protection was so thorough that I couldn't see
her virgin territory at all. I calmed myself and began applying medicine to her wound, silently hoping she would
open her legs…

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