My sister's memories

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Every time I see my younger sister in her school uniform, I always want to see what her body looks like beneath that white fabric.
White uniforms have always held a strange attraction for me; even though my sister isn't voluptuous, just slender with only a slight bulge in her chest, she still possesses immense allure.
The reason I'm so eager to explore her body is because of her skin, so white it's almost translucent, like a flawless piece of jade, incredibly captivating.
Perhaps because we're siblings, and because we have a very close relationship, my sister is always very open and uninhibited around me, without any of the arrogance she displays in public, even sleeping in just her underwear at night without a care in the world.
Oh, I forgot to mention, due to our family's financial situation, we live in a rented old apartment building. Old apartments are typically small with few rooms, and ours is no exception. Since my parents divorced, the three rooms have become: one for my father, one for my sister and me, and the remaining room serves as a guest room, which is also my father's study when there are no guests.
That's why it's not surprising that my sister, who's slept in the same bed with me since we were little, is completely unpretentious around me; it's just that she doesn't have any romantic feelings for me, but that doesn't mean I don't... Actually, I sometimes secretly pay attention to my sister's body, and I even look forward to when she accidentally exposes herself.
However, whenever she's about to accidentally expose herself, I always secretly remind her, and then she'll sweetly whine to me in return.
My sister and I have a really good relationship; we tell each other everything, from schoolwork and relationships to the little things in our daily lives. Because of this, I know a lot of things that have happened to my sister that I don't know what to say.
It happened when she was in elementary school, which was a few years ago.
That day, my sister got out of school at noon. As usual, she had lunch with her classmates near the school, then skipped home with her backpack, humming a song.
She took out her key to open the door, but as soon as she pushed it open, a foul smell hit her nose, almost making her cry out in disgust. Her younger sister said it must be the smell of a drunk person vomiting, though of course, she didn't know that at that age.
After the initial discomfort subsided, her sister forced herself to suppress her revulsion, pinched her nose, and went inside, closing the door behind her. There, in the small living room, on the sofa that should have been empty, was a pair of long legs in leather shoes and suit trousers.
She went closer and saw that the person lying on the sofa was her father. He was asleep, and seemed to be sleeping soundly. The foul smell seemed to be coming from him.
"Dad?" The younger sister, without thinking, naturally went over and nudged her father.
After being nudged several times, Dad finally opened his eyes. When he saw my sister, he seemed to see something unbelievable, his eyes widening instantly: "Arong? What are you doing here?" Hearing my sister say this, my first instinct was that it must be Mom's name, but I'd heard that Mom divorced Dad when my sister and I were very young… I looked at my sister, and she shook her head, indicating she didn't know.
However, that wasn't the point of the story, and my sister continued.
After saying that, Dad said a few more things, but because he was just talking to himself, my sister didn't hear them clearly.
"Okay, tell me, what are you doing back here? Getting money? Or want the child?" After muttering to himself, Dad said to my sister in a very harsh tone, probably because he mistook her for Mom.
"Dad?" My younger sister looked at her father with confusion. I could imagine that my sister, whose face was now as sweet as a delicious cake, must have been even more adorable and tempting at that moment. And when she looked at her father with a puzzled expression and wide eyes, her cuteness would have increased several times over.
I believe my father thought the same thing! Because after my sister looked at him like that, my father suddenly paused, and then his eyes shone with a different kind of light.
"Hehe... No matter what you came back for, you have to satisfy my craving first! I haven't had... hehehe..." My father suddenly stood up, put his hands on his suit trousers, and began to unbuckle his belt and take off his trousers, then his gray briefs, finally revealing his thick, curly pubic hair and his limp penis hanging from the pubic hair.
"Dad! What are you doing?"
My sister didn't know what her father was going to do, but she found his sudden behavior strange. She looked up at her father, who was twice her height when he stood up, with an even more puzzled expression on her face.
"Hey, Rong, I didn't expect you to still be as cute as ever after all these years..." The father murmured, placing his hand on his younger sister's head and forcefully pressing her head against his penis. The sister was powerless to resist.
A foul odor immediately filled her nose, making her feel nauseous, while the curly pubic hair tickled her nose, making her want to sneeze.
To her surprise, the previously limp penis instantly hardened before her eyes. The purplish-black glans and the veined shaft made her so astonished she almost cried out.
Just as she opened her mouth to make a sound, the penis was quickly shoved into her mouth, filling it completely, silencing any sound except for faint whimpers.
"Stop pretending, Ah Rong. Don't look so scared. Didn't you used to love me to death? And always want me to fuck you? How come you're acting like a virgin again after only a few years of divorce?" Dad said, twisting his waist as he thrust his penis in and out of his sister's mouth. The sister tried to break free, but Dad held her head down, and no matter how she twisted, she couldn't escape.
"Oh, so you want to play a rape game? Okay, I'll play with you!" Dad stopped twisting his waist, pulled his penis out of his sister's mouth, still holding her head with one hand, while the other hand gripped his penis, rubbing the glans against her cute, soft face.
"Hey... my cute little Ah Rong, do you want this big penis? I remember you used to love it!" Dad started stroking his penis with the other hand, then inserted the glans back into his sister's mouth, thrusting it in forcefully before pulling it out and thrusting it in again, repeating this several times.
"Ha, remember now? The taste of this penis. It's okay, I'll remind you right away... Eeeeeeeeee... How... Ah..." The father, who had been continuously thrusting in and out, suddenly stopped his penis in front of his sister's eyes. Then, the hand holding the empty penis suddenly quickened its movements, while he made a low sound.
The sister still looked at her father strangely, her little mouth, which had just been penetrated, had forgotten to close, and a little clear saliva flowed out. Then, a thick white substance shot out from the penis in front of the sister's eyes, forcefully hitting her face, then a second, a third... When the penis stopped ejaculating, the sister's face was covered with thick white fluid, and the distinctive fishy smell wafted into her nostrils.
"Daddy, what is this? Why does it smell so bad?"
the sister asked anxiously. The disgusting smell made her, who was still young, almost cry, but she found that after ejaculating, her father had fallen asleep on the sofa in a daze. Unable to get an answer, the younger sister could only hold back her tears as she went to the bathroom to wash away the thick, dried semen from her face; she said that for the next few days, the unpleasant, nauseating smell of semen lingered in her nose.
"..."
Hearing my sister recount this memory, I was incredibly surprised. In my memory, when my sister was in sixth grade, Dad did come home late one day, completely drunk. Apparently, he was venting his frustrations after a big business deal fell through. And that Sunday, he took my sister and me to a fancy restaurant for a big meal, saying he dreamt about Mom and had vented his anger.
'Could it be that day?' I wondered, secretly watching my sister. After finishing her story, she was humming a tune as she stood in front of the wardrobe choosing underwear to wear after her shower. I couldn't help but imagine her sweet face covered in semen.
What surprised me even more was that listening to my sister's story of being face-shot by Dad, my penis actually got hard… If I hadn't been covered by the blanket, my sister would have definitely noticed.
I asked my sister if she knew what the thing on her face was. She said she knew now, but thinking back, it happened when she was very young, and Dad himself thought it was a dream. Before telling me, only he knew, so it didn't matter. Hearing my sister say that, my penis got even harder... My sister picked out her underwear, skipped over, kissed my forehead, and hummed a song as she went into the bathroom to take a shower.
[The End]

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