Before my eldest sister got married

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On the eve of my eldest sister's wedding, she collapsed around 9 PM due to days of exhaustion. This happened on the eve of her joyous occasion, throwing the whole family into chaos. She was rushed to the hospital. After a series of emergency procedures, the doctor said she was fine; an IV drip, some sedatives, and some rest would be enough for her to recover. He then instructed the family to arrange for her hospitalization.
Since my second and third sisters were studying out of town and couldn't return immediately, and my mother had a heart condition and couldn't stay in the hospital for long, I was the only one who was relatively unaffected, so I stayed to take care of my sister. Because she had been on the IV drip for a long time and had gone to the toilet many times throughout the night, my eldest sister was drowsy and unsteady on her feet, walking unsteadily. With the IV drip still attached, I had to hold the drip bag and support her as she went to the toilet. I hung the IV bag on the wall, then half-carried, half-supported her to the toilet, and then I didn't know what to do next.
My older sister struggled to open her eyes and said, "Brother, can't you help me pee?" I had no choice but to lift her up, lift her skirt, and help her take off her underwear so she could sit down to pee.
While she was urinating, her head and neck were against my chest, and her arm without the IV was wrapped around my neck. I struggled to hold her with one arm and braced myself against the wall with the other, then just waited quietly for her to finish. After she finished, I had to wipe her, put her pants back on, and help her back to bed. This happened four or five times that night. At the time, I only knew that I had to take good care of my older sister and didn't think about anything else.
With the IV nutrition, her strength gradually recovered. By the time she went to the toilet for the fourth time, she was able to speak more clearly, and I didn't have to struggle as much to help her. However, because the needle was in the bend of her arm, one of her arms was immobile, so I still had to help her take off her pants. That's when I started to feel embarrassed.
Just then, my sister opened her eyes and looked at me, saying, "Did you help me with all of this just now?"
I smiled awkwardly and said, "If not me, then your husband?" After saying that, I saw my sister smile with tears in her eyes, then she reached out and touched my head, and hugged me for a while!
Because my sister had an appointment with the makeup artist at five or six o'clock, we decided to go home around 3:30 in the morning and hailed a taxi. As soon as we got home, the whole family started making a ruckus again, helping my sister with this and that. I was so annoyed and wanted to sleep! But I was covered in the smell of medicine and a faint smell of urine, which was very uncomfortable!
I took a quick shower in the bathroom in my room, and finally everyone quieted down. It was about four o'clock by then. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly heard my sister calling me softly. I went to her room to see what was wrong.
My older sister said, "Brother, I'm all dirty and want to take a shower. Can you turn on the gas for me?" I went to the balcony to turn on the gas. I was about to go back to my room to sleep when she called me again. I asked her what was wrong. She said, "I feel dizzy, and Mom and Dad are asleep.
Can you help me wash up?" I didn't quite understand at first and just replied, "Okay!" Then I helped her to her bathroom. She even asked me to go to the balcony and get a plastic chair so she could sit and wash herself.
She took off her dress first, and then called me into the bathroom. I tried to stay calm and acted like nothing was wrong, but that was the truth! I saw her sitting and leaning over the sink, wearing only white underwear. After I entered, she asked me to turn on the shower and adjust the water temperature, saying, "Brother, help your sister wash her hair!" Then she leaned back in the chair.
I stood behind her and started rinsing her hair and applying shampoo. Then I slowly and carefully washed her hair. As I washed her, she actually fell asleep. I was actually peeking at the edge of her bra while washing her, only able to see a patch of white breasts, so I couldn't concentrate on what I was doing
. I even splashed water into her eyes, waking her up, but she just kept her eyes closed. After I rinsed her hair clean, she sat up straight, covered her chest with her hands for a while, probably thinking about something, then unhooked her bra and casually tossed it into the basket, then placed her hands on her underwear belt. I had initially thought she would even take off her underwear, and I was so nervous! All my sleepiness was gone!
But then she crossed her hands to protect her breasts, asked me to wet a silk towel and apply shower gel, and asked me to wash her back. I stood next to her, one hand on her shoulder, the other washing her back. I slowly and carefully massaged her shoulders, then rubbed down her spine. Because of the water temperature, and perhaps because I was nervous or excited? I felt so hot! My newly changed undershirt was soaked!
I scrubbed and washed her for a while, and soon I got to her buttocks. Then she stood up and asked me to continue washing her. As she stood up, she used one hand to hold the basin so I could wash her. She was still wearing her underwear, and I didn't know what to do, so I awkwardly scrubbed along the edge of her underwear. I never expected her to say, "Take it off! How can I wash it if you don't take it off?" I hesitated for a moment, then pulled down her underwear.
Because I was squatting next to her, when I was taking off her underwear, my right hand reached behind her to pull down her right waistband, while my left and right hands held her left waistband. I don't remember if I was shaking, but I know that when I pulled down her underwear, her buttocks were clenched very tightly, and her thighs were clenched quite tightly too! So when I pulled her underwear down to her knees, the crotch of her underwear was still stuck on her inner thighs. I thought: She must be very nervous!
As I was pulling her panties off one of her ankles, I noticed that when she lifted her leg, her knee was bent inwards. Just as she did so, I glimpsed a bit of her labia and pubic hair deep inside her buttocks. I was actually watching very intently, almost greedily! I could only remain calm and continue washing her thighs and ankles. One thing puzzled me: why do women always only cover their breasts at this time and not immediately cover their genitals? Is it a habit? Or have they forgotten?
After washing her back, I forgot what to do next. It was only when she sat down and offered me her hand that I continued washing; otherwise, I really wouldn't know how to continue. Then she placed her other hand on her genitals, presumably to cover them.
I washed her neck, shoulders, arms, hands, fingers… step by step, observing her facial reactions. Although she was weak, she looked very comfortable and peaceful.
After washing one hand, I would switch to the other. Once both hands were washed, I couldn't do it again. Then my sister said, "I can do it myself next time." So I watched her wash her breasts and genitals. She told me to rinse off the soap, but I just stood there, frozen.
After a moment of stillness, my sister said, "Brother, do you like watching me?" I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there, blushing and scratching my head. Suddenly, my sister's eyes reddened, and she said, "Tomorrow I'll belong to someone else. I might not have the chance to be with you like this again. Just look!"
Then she rinsed off all the soap herself.
She no longer covered any parts of her body, and I, with tears in my eyes and my head bowed, dared not look up at her.
Seeing my unease, she tenderly touched my cheek and said, "It's okay! No one else is around, just look!"
I slowly and carefully observed my loving older sister from head to toe. Naturally, I moved closer to her and reached out to hug her, and she gently allowed me to. As I buried my face between her soft breasts, she gently stroked my head with one hand and patted my back like she was comforting a child with the other.
The scent of her breasts, though not strong, was a rare and delicate fragrance. I looked up at her, and she was looking at me too. As if knowing my needs, she closed her eyes and nodded. I then acted on my childhood instincts.
When I took her nipple into my mouth, she gently stroked my hand and suddenly hugged me tightly! Her hand, which had been holding me, moved to her buttocks and thighs, caressing these fleshy and mysterious areas.
As if encouraged, I knelt down and used everything on my face to touch her pubic hair, finally using my hands to explore her warm and moist area.
But then my sister reacted as if she'd been electrocuted. She shook her head at me with horror in her eyes, pulled me to my feet, took a deep breath, and then smiled at me with forced composure, pointing to my genitals. "Oh! It's all wet! I've already ejaculated!"
My sister rolled her eyes at me, then sat down and began cleaning me up… It was the early hours of the morning, and we were being discreet, so we probably weren't discovered. Soon it was dawn.
When she returned that day, she was wearing a pristine white wedding dress, smiling at me. Oh! She was so beautiful! So beautiful!!
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