I love my sister

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In the morning, after rinsing her mouth, my younger sister didn't say a word. She went straight to bed and nestled into my arms like a little bird, whispering, "I'm sorry, I've never done 'that' before, it really hurts. Can I help you with that? Please be gentle, okay?" I didn't say anything, still internally berating myself. I felt my body trembling with anger at my own weakness. I tilted my head back, speechless. My sister, thinking I was still in pain, touched my stomach with her little hand and said in a tearful voice, "I really didn't mean to, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry." I sensed she was about to cry, so I stopped scolding myself, stroked her head, and said, "It's okay, I'm much better, you're so good!" She cried and said, "I love you so much, but you have a girlfriend. I'll be your lover forever!"

I was so moved I couldn't express it, so I just said, "Let's not talk about it anymore, let's go to sleep."

But my sister said she couldn't sleep and insisted on talking to me. Since it was Saturday, I decided to keep her company. I asked her what she wanted to say, and she asked how many sexual partners I had. I had no choice but to tell her (I won't go into details, it's a private matter!). She said I wasn't suitable to be a woman's husband, but I could be the best lover. Being praised by her was a pleasure; countless beautiful phrases I'd diligently memorized in my youth suddenly flooded my mind—those were just things I'd used to impress girls and show off my talent. Here, I suddenly couldn't utter a single word, because I knew no words could do justice to my lovely sister.

But in the end, I managed to squeeze out an old poem: "Ten miles of calm lake, frost fills the sky; every inch of black hair, sorrow for fleeting years." But I felt it was still too pale in this atmosphere. Even if we were to become a couple, what would it matter? Thinking that I might spend my whole life with a barren woman, only able to carry the heavy burden of my heart while seemingly carefree indulging in affairs outside, what use are all the women I have? Am I destined for a life of hardship? When my sister saw me, no longer the cheerful and sunny person I usually am, lost in thought and silent, she suddenly blurted out: "I love making love with you!"

Holy crap

! I almost burst into tears right then and there, really! Absolutely! I tried so hard to hold it in, trying to cram Chairman Mao's quotations, Deng Xiaoping's reform and opening-up policies, Patton's swearing, and Jordan pondering philosophical questions mid-flight while dunking… It was so hard to bear, but I had to! Men are so hypocritical; their smiles are so radiant, but when they cry, they stubbornly put on a brave face! My sister is so adorable. I really wanted to kill her boyfriend and those four bastards who cheated on me—that was my only thought. My sister shouldn't be defiled by those scum, including me, the scum of society! But despite the thought, I held my sister's hand even tighter, and she nestled against me, whispering to me. Tonight, Beijing was starless and moonless, yet so beautiful. For the first time, I felt its true beauty! Thank you, my sister!

We talked a lot that night, trying to persuade my sister not to give her body away so easily like a broken sack. She laughed and said many people say that, but does anyone truly love her?

Only those who truly love her body! She's a woman who enjoys life; while she's young and attractive, why not have more fun? What else can a single, struggling young woman like her get besides this? Maybe one day she'll use her body to find a rich man, but in her heart, there's only me!

I was moved again, my eyes suddenly welling up with tears. My eyelids, which were supposed to withstand a once-in-a-century flood, were probably facing a once-in-ten-thousand-years flood. Otherwise, why would my nose be leaking and seeping? (Sorry, both Cai and I studied water conservancy.) I felt a sour feeling, a long-lost sensation, but I had to hold on. Suddenly, Dick's "Thirty Thousand Feet High" started playing in my ears; my sister was humming it softly.

I couldn't take it anymore! I couldn't hold on any longer; I'd reached my limit. I started to laugh, a desolate laugh, a laugh that tried to carry my signature bravado, but I knew it only contained helplessness and the bitter anguish of a broken heart. Then I told my sister the dirty jokes I knew. She listened quietly, without saying a word, her little hands stroking me. We did this until dawn. My sister said she wanted me one more time before going back to work to prepare for a business trip. I gave in, with all my might. Like many women, she didn't like me using a condom, but it was her fertile period, so I had to decide to withdraw. I thrust into her forcefully, and she clumsily responded. Those scumbags who took my sister's body filled me with hatred once again. They only knew how to take my sister's body but didn't know how to guide or educate her on how to enjoy life and pursue pleasure!

As I made love, I used words to entice my sister, kissing her face, neck, ears, and even her faintly fragrant hair, guiding her to lift her body to take me, to want me. My mind was still on that 30,000-foot altitude, while I was only a meter above the ground searching for what I had lost… My sister was obedient, but her clumsiness made me think she was a virgin. My whole body was in a state of ecstatic frenzy, yet my mind was filled with pity, only wanting to give my sister a true experience of pleasure… Finally, I failed… I couldn't hold on any longer. My sister didn't reach the kind of euphoria I described, the kind that allowed her to temporarily forget the world. I vomited my regrets, my hopes, onto her white belly, and with the bursting veil, I shed a single tear of pain! My sister didn't notice, only holding me tightly, whispering, "You're so good, so good. I feel so happy, so comfortable…"

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