Xiaoxia's New Life

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(I) Welcome to the Little Devil's
midnight, I still can't fall asleep. It's all that hateful PE teacher, Fatty Chen's fault! Why didn't he just let us play volleyball properly? Instead, he made us run around the school hill without any preparation. Watching him stand in front of the school gate recording the time, looking down at us with a lecherous gaze, I really wanted to go up and yell at him. Now my hands and feet are sore, I'm exhausted, and thinking about this makes me even more indignant. The more I think about it, the angrier I get, and the less I can sleep.
Suddenly, I heard a strange breathing sound, like someone was about to stop breathing. I was curious, so I quietly turned over and stood up, sticking my head out to see what was going on with my little brother.
I saw him lying flat on his back, eyes closed, one hand inside his pants, moving up and down. I was really scared, I almost screamed, no way... masturbating?! I, his older sister, am sleeping in the same room as him! "At least be a little more discreet..." But as I watched his hand constantly stroking himself, and listened to his rapid breathing, I found myself unconsciously becoming engrossed.
Thinking about it, I admire him; at night, a man's fantasies were so vivid, he didn't even bother with images or videos. He's in Form Four now, no wonder, this little brother is really growing up.
The next day, my brother went out early, saying he was going to practice running with the track and field team. I thought to myself, he's really "strong." Mom and Dad went to work, leaving me alone at home. Wait, this is a golden opportunity! Let me see the photos on your computer. Don't blame me, little brother, seeing how excited you are, I really want to witness the charm of your goddess.
Haha, I found it right away, little brother, you're really trusting, so unguarded. But, what are these photos of? This isn't his goddess, is it? But how could the woman in the photo be so bold, going to a convenience store naked in broad daylight?! Participating in a street parade completely naked!? And this picture shows the entire classroom, including the teacher, completely naked during class (I'm sure this is a lie).
There are photos and videos here. I find it hard to believe the people in the pictures, yet my blood is boiling. I never imagined my brother would have this kind of taste, but even more unexpectedly, I myself feel a strange excitement about these photos.
I walked to the mirror behind the door, and as I looked at myself, I slowly unbuttoned all my clothes, standing there completely naked, my hands caressing my body, rubbing my breasts. Xiaoxia in the mirror isn't exactly beautiful, but her figure is decent, and her high breasts are quite eye-catching, but no one seems to appreciate it. I feel a little depressed. Maybe I need to make a change.
"Ring ring ring..." Who's calling at this moment? It's Mom. She tells me to do the laundry first, then clean the house. There's food in the fridge; I can cook for myself this afternoon! I want a holiday; can't I just relax properly? Sigh... I'm going to be busy now!
I lay lazily on the bed, recalling those women I'd just seen on the computer. They were so amazing, so thorough! Playfully, I thought, "Isn't this exciting and fun?" I rolled around naked on the bed, hugging a pillow, letting every inch of my skin feel the wonderful sensation of contact with the sheets and blankets.
I found myself falling in love with this unrestrained feeling; my mind had been invaded by a cute little devil. It whispered to me that while the house was empty, I should let go of all reason and restraint, and welcome it in the most open way. Thinking this, I could no longer resist the exciting temptation, and started doing housework naked.
(II) My First Taste of Exposure
My house is on the fifth floor, quite low. From the balcony, across the street is a large park, and every morning I can hear the music of my in-laws exercising in the park. The windows and balcony have large curtains. The balcony curtains are usually drawn because the sun is setting, while the living room curtains are never used—I guess it's better for ventilation!
Although it's across a wide road and not very close to the nearby buildings, I can still barely see the people inside from my living room window. So, I'm sure the people living across the street can see what I'm doing at home.
The thought that I don't usually dress very revealingly, and suddenly having to expose my body to a large group of strangers so openly, is really hard to accept. I don't know where the order came from, but I must complete all the housework naked today; I can't fail on the first try. So, I decided to start by drawing the living room curtains, and I rushed over.
Huh! What's wrong? Why can't I draw the curtains?! Are they rusty?! Maybe that's the real reason I couldn't draw them… After a few tries, my hands were red from exhaustion. I looked out the window and saw a woman holding a child, probably putting him to sleep. Upstairs, an old man was leaning against the window watching TV, and a boy of about fifteen or sixteen was lifting dumbbells facing out the window—I counted about thirty at a time. Wow, pretty impressive!
Wait, what am I thinking?! I'm standing here completely naked, so I'm practically the most amazing one, right? And who said "barely visible"? Isn't it crystal clear? Just
then, I heard police sirens outside. My heart skipped a beat, my body went limp, and I fell backward. My butt hurt, but at least it got that annoying curtains shut. Sitting on the floor, I wondered about the young man from earlier. Did he see me? Feeling uneasy, I curiously peeked through the curtain. He was still there, lifting dumbbells. 'That's alright now!' I reassured myself.
Okay, time to get started. Washing clothes, cleaning, and cooking—so busy! Even though I'm busy, the feeling of moving around the house without any constraints is wonderful. I can show off my beautiful body without any disguise. The kitchen, living room, bedroom—the whole house has now become my free little world.
I instinctively climbed onto my brother's bed and lay down, thinking about how he almost scared me to death last night.
I could almost smell the scent of sex. Could I be as bold as the women in those pictures, walking naked down the street? I imagined the whole street staring at me, surrounding me, flashing lights illuminating every inch of my body. Don't you men love looking at women's bodies? You spend all day searching for those pictures online, going through all that trouble. Why don't I just walk right up to you, take off my clothes, and show you my neck, breasts, back, butt, big feet, and private parts without any cover?
The thought was so exhilarating. No wonder my brother was so infatuated. My whole body was burning and sweating. Oh no! His bed was soaked, wet from my discharge. What should I do?! I'm so excited! Last night I was laughing at how clueless he was, and today I'm completely obsessed. Aren't I even more ridiculous as his older sister?
I drew back the curtains and stepped onto the balcony, leaning against the railing, thinking about the absurd things that had just happened, and couldn't help but laugh at myself. But the feeling of the natural breeze directly caressing my body was just too wonderful. I realized my life had changed, and I needed to seek out even greater thrills.
"Sister, sister, is there any food yet?" I looked down and saw it was my younger brother. Looking at the time, it was almost noon; he must have just come back from his run. Luckily, he could only see my head from his position. I think he never imagined that his sister was standing naked in front of him. A smug sense of pleasure welled up inside him.
"Come on up! The food's all cooked. If you don't come soon, I'll eat first!"
"I don't want to!" he shouted back.
Brother, do you know how badly you've messed me up? It's all because of your strange behavior last night; you've completely disrupted my thoughts and feelings. You have to take responsibility for that! And my mood today, ha, is absolutely wonderful!
(III) Seducing My Younger Brother
Ever since I saw the photos on my younger brother's computer, I couldn't stop thinking about that wonderful experience. So whenever I was alone at home, I would take off all my clothes and walk around the house. Only when I heard the sound of keys and knew that someone from the family had come home would I reluctantly go back to my room and put my clothes back on. I did this for a week.
One day I got home very early and, of course, immediately changed into my standard outfit. I turned on the TV, lay on the sofa, and, bored, fell asleep without realizing it. In my dream, I heard a sound, a crisp sound with a hint of danger—what else could it be but the sound of keys?
I immediately stood up from the sofa, intending to run back to my room to change. But the front door was already about to open, and my room was right next to it; if I ran there now, I'd bump into it. If my younger brother saw me like this, I wouldn't know how to explain it. Should I confidently tell him it was all his fault that I looked like this? No, he's too stupid to believe me! With no other choice, I fled to the bathroom, but my clothes and towel were still in my room.
"Sister, is that you? My training today was really tiring; I need to take a shower too. Hurry up!"
"Just wait a little while!" You can't force me; even if I'm finished showering, I can't come out like this, can I?
"You know what? I ran my best time today! The coach said I might win a medal in the inter-school competition next month! This could be my first medal outside of school!"
"Really?" I don't care if you run faster than a plane, I just want to escape from here.
"Sister..."
"What is it now?" I said impatiently.
"Sister, did you bring your towel? I saw your towel in the room!"
Oh right! I'm so stupid! I could have just asked him to bring the towel! Actually, my little brother is quite cute. It's rare for him to come back and share his joy with me so happily. My indifferent attitude is too much. But, thankfully, I can finally get through this.
"Oh! I forgot. Can you bring it to me?"
Thinking about what happened earlier, I felt so sorry. Should I make it up to him?
"The towel is here."
I waited behind the door for a while without a response.
"Sister, open the door, I brought the towel."
Finally, my thoughts were defeated by the little devil in my heart. So be it, I owe him a little reward! I flung the door open, my breasts and private parts completely exposed in front of him, less than ten centimeters away. I didn't even dare to look, my eyes tightly shut. But something was strange; why was there no sound? Was he too scared to even utter an "Ah!"?
I slowly opened my eyes, looked at myself, and shook my head. What was this all about… I found it quite amusing. It turned out he had his back to me, so of course he wasn't scared. My little brother here knows how to respect people, and looking at him, I felt quite at ease. But, hadn't my exposure plan fallen through? Wasn't all the torment I felt behind the door, torn between reason and desire, completely unjust? I didn't care anymore; this feeling of resentment made me reckless. I was determined to make him accept my reward.
I took a step forward and hugged him tightly, startling him so much he jumped up. Because he had taken off his shirt, my chest, stomach, and hands could directly feel his burning body and sweat, and his back could undoubtedly feel the warmth and softness of my breasts.
"Thank you, it's been so long since I've hugged you like this! Good luck in the competition!" I said softly.
"Sis...you...are so wet! Hurry up..." he stammered.
I grabbed a towel, closed the door, and couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of his bewildered expression.
Thinking about it, he probably hadn't been hugged like this by a woman since middle school. It was all because of me! I'm only two years older than him, and we've played together, slept together, and even bathed together since we were little. I remember we often played in the bathtub until our skin was all wrinkled before Mom kicked us out. When I came out, I'd make a face at Mom, and my brother would copy me. Thinking about it now, it was so silly.
Then one day, while we were bathing, I saw his penis get hard, and I knew he was getting old and growing. He didn't know that at the time, so I pretended not to see it. But after that, no matter how much he nagged, I never bathed with him again, nor did I hug him.
So that hug just now made me feel like we were back in those carefree, uninhibited days. Besides that, I also felt that irresistible urge. That hug was really something else; it made me so excited, and I became bolder too.
Wrapped in a towel, I went back to my room, opened a drawer, and prepared to get some clothes. I noticed my brother's drawer was open, and as I was about to close it, I found a very familiar pattern at the very bottom of his messy underwear and clothes. Wasn't that my favorite little vest? How did it end up here? My mind was filled with questions.
It was actually a simple white vest covered in small flowers. What I loved most were the pinkish-purple flowers. Even though it was worn out and the flowers had faded, I never wanted to throw it away. I don't know when it disappeared. It must have been stolen! How awful!
I wonder if I can still fit into it now.
Thankfully, it's a bit stretchy. It's a little tight around the chest, but I'm so glad I can still wear it. So, compared to middle school, I haven't gained much weight. Thinking about how that annoying Qilang in my class told me yesterday that I'd gotten fat—that was just a load of nonsense to annoy me! It made me skip lunch and starve all day. I hate him!
Hearing the water running, I guessed my brother was done washing up. I quickly put on my pants to show him the best proof that I hadn't gained weight.
"Ta-da…look, do you remember this shirt?" I walked out and twirled around.
"This…" He stopped drying his hair and put it down.
I could tell he was genuinely startled this time. I looked down; although the fabric obediently covered most of my breasts, its annoying elasticity made it cling tightly to them, betraying their rounded contours. With every step I took, they bounced uncontrollably, especially my deep cleavage and slightly upturned nipples. The thin white fabric clung firmly to my chest, offering no concealment whatsoever for my pink nipples. My breasts seemed to be laid bare before him.
I had been so excited that I forgot to check myself in the mirror before running out; it really was too revealing. Wasn't it too contrived to cover myself now? Oh well, whatever, it's all exposed anyway.
"Is this the one you used to beg to wear every day, the one that made Mom wash by hand for you every day?" He finally snapped out of his daze.
"Yes, that's it." Not bad… I didn't expect you to remember. I puffed out my chest a little more.
"Where did you find it?"
"Well, you'd have to ask me... I found it in your messy, stinky drawer! I didn't expect your tastes to be so unusual... Mom and I will have to be careful from now on!" How dare you say that? I said, my face full of displeasure, each word firm and clear.
"Believe me! I really didn't notice it. You know how careless I am!" He became quite agitated.
"Okay, okay, I was just kidding, don't take it to heart!" Of course I know, you and I are practically the same kind of animal, haha!
"Look, although it still fits, it seems a bit small. Isn't it too revealing?" I said, adjusting my clothes.
"No way, don't you see all the girls on the street dressed like this? Actually, it looks quite trendy on you."
Judging from your cheerful tone and infatuated eyes, as if you wanted to devour me, I absolutely refuse to believe that your claim of "not too revealing" was true. You figured I'd tested you out with just one sentence?! You're so pathetic! But, since what you said was quite agreeable, I won't hold back! Even if… even if I fell for your trick!
I listened to him and wore this "not too revealing" outfit until my parents came home that evening.
When they saw me dressed like this, they stared at me for a moment, but didn't say anything. I had been worried about getting a scolding. My mother told me she hadn't expected me to still have this outfit, and that she thought I was the conservative type who wouldn't dare wear a tank top. That last sentence made me blush. The worst was my younger brother. Although he didn't interrupt after hearing what my mother said, he kept nodding vigorously. Wasn't that clearly a challenge to me?
"Okay… you win… please stop nodding," I said weakly.
That night in my room, I lay on the bed reading a magazine while my younger brother did his homework. But I knew he was just pretending, because he kept glancing at me. From his angle, my neckline was very low, and my cleavage was completely visible. Being looked at like that made me feel hot all over. I kept changing positions to satisfy him, using my hands and pillows to push them out, turning over to make them sway back and forth. Actually, I was satisfying myself!
"Sister, can you come here for a second? I have some questions to ask you," he said, looking down.
"Okay, come here!" I think he wasn't pretending not to understand; he just couldn't see clearly! You naughty boy!
Fine! You want to play? I'll play along! I'll play with you then!
I walked behind him, placed my left hand on the table, reached for a pen with my right, and casually pressed my pink breasts against his neck. Huh? Strange! He actually shrank back! ? Isn't this what you wanted most? I saw him covering his crotch with his right hand. Ha, I get it now, you can't even handle it for a moment? Seeing his utterly embarrassed expression, I decided to tease him again.
I sat down, straightened up, and tossed my hair back; my stage was now ready. First, I casually pulled down my tank top, revealing glimpses of my areolas through the neckline. Then, with a graceful pose, I rested my bulging breasts softly on the table and smiled at him. I saw his eyes bulge out! I thought, my attractiveness and allure have increased more than a hundredfold!
I'm so wicked! Seeing him like that wasn't enough.
"Come on, which one? Hey!? Where should you put your hands when doing homework?" I said with ill intent.
"...5 to 8, and... 13," he said, trembling slightly.
I made myself so clear that he reluctantly removed his hands and placed them on the table. He leaned forward, probably trying to hide it, but it was no use; his high tent was impossible to conceal. Seeing his flushed face, wanting to look but not daring to, wanting to hide but unable to, I almost burst out laughing. Consider this a little punishment for your earlier "nodding" and mocking me!
Let's begin, and you can keep your tent up; I'll pretend I didn't see it, I won't blame you. Ha!
"So many lines!? Did you even listen to what the teacher said?" I feigned displeasure.
He didn't answer; it seemed I had frightened him again.
"Let me see... Let's start here! You can use..." I explained, placing my hand on his shoulder and leaning closer.
I felt him gradually calm down.
I thought, relax a bit, we can take it one step at a time. Most importantly, the night is long, and I hope everyone's desires can be satisfied. Just look me through! And we can return to the days before, free from mental constraints, without distinction between us.
Late that night, I heard that rapid breathing again, but this time the sound made me sleep soundly. Little brother, you should rest early too, there's still a long life ahead of you!
Xia's New Life (Part 4) Midnight Absurdity
As the saying goes, "Don't let the good stuff go to someone else's field," so of course, good things should be left for those closest to you first! Ever since I found that little vest that I had lost for many years, I've fallen in love with this close-fitting, seemingly revealing feeling, so now I've bought a whole bunch of little vests.
Some of them have large necklines, some are like sports vests, only covering the chest, with two crisscrossing strips of fabric at the back. There's also one that's all lace, covered with holes of different sizes, which is obviously too small to push up my breasts, and the almost black purple lace contrasts sharply with my skin tone and the pink of my nipples, you can see right through me with just a glance! If my little brother saw this, he would definitely have a nosebleed. At home, I've relegated my bra to the back of the closet, never wearing it again, letting my two bulging breasts dance with my every step!
Living in the same room has its inconveniences. When I need to change, I ask my brother to wait outside, leaving the door slightly ajar, but I can clearly see his eyes peeking through the crack. Thinking about this, I started plotting my next exposure.
One day, I came home and saw my brother in his room, busy with his homework. I knew my chance had arrived.
"It's so hot today," I said, pulling at my collar to cool down.
"Sis, are you changing? I'll go out for a bit."
"No need, you keep doing your homework, just turn your head away." You little rascal, you know me pretty well… but even outside, you're still peeking, aren't you? Honestly.
I sat on the bed, slowly unbuttoning my clothes, taking off my school uniform and skirt, leaving only my bra and underwear. At that moment, I noticed he stopped writing; he must have noticed. Afraid he couldn't see clearly, I had just bought a new makeup mirror yesterday and placed it on the table, replacing the old, smaller one. I had also carefully adjusted the angle, sitting in his spot, to align it perfectly with my stage. So now he could sit in my carefully designed VIP seat and openly enjoy my striptease.
Afraid he would pretend not to see, I pretended not to notice and continued the act, reaching behind to unhook my bra. "Snap!" My proud breasts sprang out, swaying slightly. As I grabbed the edge of my underwear, I thought, should I really pull it down like this? He's still so young; there might be stains on his underwear! Thinking of this, I decided against it, turning away first before pulling down my underwear. After all, I couldn't bring myself to expose my private parts to a man.
I sat naked, facing him, and casually bent over, letting out a big yawn to make my full breasts stand out even more. I sat there lazily for a while before standing up. Seeing his fixed gaze, I felt a surge of joy.
I bent down and opened the drawer, letting my breasts hang loosely in the air. Then, without a care, I laid out all the tank tops on the bed, comparing them one by one against my body. Finally, I picked two, holding them in my hands, pretending to be confused, and walked naked behind him.
"Don't turn your head! Which one do you think looks better?" I held the two tank tops, one on each shoulder, and presented them to him. Now, my entire body, including my private parts, was exposed in the mirror—there was nowhere to hide! He pointed to the dark purple lace one. I thought, he's quite perceptive!
Five minutes passed quickly. After putting on my pants and vest, I didn't forget to toss my chest a few times with my hands before walking towards him.
"How's your homework going?" I asked, leaning forward so he could better experience the magic of my lace vest. Upon closer inspection, I noticed he was holding a pen in his right hand, but his left hand was hidden between his legs. Here we go again, you naughty boy.
"I'm almost done, but there's still something I don't understand, so I wanted to ask you."
"Okay, then you do what you know first, and I'll teach you tonight. Also, where should you put your hands when you're doing your homework?" I patted his left shoulder smugly and turned to leave. It
was already two in the morning, and I still couldn't sleep. Like my brother, I could imagine exciting scenes even with my eyes closed. The scenes of intense sexual activity I'd been experiencing these past few days kept replaying in my mind, and I got so excited I was practically dripping wet. The little devil inside me was also planning even more revealing schemes. I couldn't take it anymore!
So, I stood up and peeked into my brother's bed. He was facing me, and I could see he was fast asleep. Then, I slowly backed away from him, leaning against the wall. I twisted my body and hummed a soft rhythm, imagining myself slowly taking off my clothes one by one in front of him, letting them fall to the floor. Finally, I walked up to him and whispered in his ear, "This is the behind-the-scenes footage of my performance tonight, but I think... you won't be able to enjoy it tonight." With that, I walked out of the living room.
I walked to the window and, without thinking, glanced towards the workplace of the young man I'd first seen exposed. The house was empty, only the red glow of the altar lamp emanating from it. It was rare that I was wearing nothing but the darkness of this house, yet looking around, there wasn't a single person watching, and I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.
However, this feeling of freedom was truly intoxicating, and I started twirling around the living room in a cheerful mood. With nothing else to do, I quietly passed by my parents' bedroom door, went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator—it was so cold… my parents both stood up. I stole a bite of cheese—it was wonderful! Absolutely refreshing! But something was strange! Why was I sneaking around? Am I a mouse?
Suddenly, I thought of something exciting and fun. Without thinking too much, I boldly went into my parents' room, sat down on the floor at the foot of their bed, and after getting familiar with the surroundings, started doing the yoga I'd learned from my classmate Yingying, showing off every part of my body.
I'll start with a "cat pose," kneeling with thighs perpendicular to the ground, straightening my back, leaning forward, and placing my palms on the ground. Slowly lower my upper body, gradually crawling my hands forward until my chin and chest touch the ground, lifting my hips high. Next is the "upward-facing dog pose." I lie face down, legs slightly apart, feet flat on the ground, hands on my sides, inhaling, and lifting my cervical, thoracic, and lumbar vertebrae one by one, barely managing to lift my chin and hips off the ground. Then, I'll try a "T-pose," like a swallow taking flight. This one is more difficult to balance. I stand up straight, slowly lower my body and left leg to the side, supporting myself only with my right leg.
Strangely, these poses seem much easier than usual now. Is it because I'm not wearing clothes?
It's so quiet outside, so quiet I can hear their breathing. I really want to tell them, "Your daughter has grown up, becoming charming and captivating!"
I'm doing yoga naked in front of them right now. The thought of their shocked expressions when they suddenly wake up and see their daughter's audacious behavior is inexplicably exciting.
Oh no! Lost in my own enjoyment, I lost my balance and am about to fall onto their bed! It's all my fault for only thinking about fun and not considering the danger. In a panic, I did a push-up, bracing myself with my hands on either side of the bed. Luckily, the jolt didn't wake them. My dad just moved his mouth slightly before turning his back to me. Afraid of waking them, I didn't dare move for a long time.
However, maintaining this position was exhausting, especially for a girl like me! Seeing my body getting lower and lower, I looked down and saw my breasts flattening against my dad's hairy calves. Knowing I couldn't stay any longer, I held my breath, used my strength to push myself off the bed, and without looking back, immediately fled to the door.
I understand that having no audience is boring, but being discovered is terrifying. I
was covered in a mix of hot and cold sweat, so I went to the bathroom for a quick shower and returned to my room, still wet. Just as I was bending down to pick up my clothes, my brother suddenly blurted out, "Sister..." Good heavens! Wasn't he teasing me enough? Now he's giving me another surprise?!
"It's too hot, so I went to take a shower," I quickly came up with an excuse.
"You're so beautiful..."
That sounded a bit odd, so I slowly turned around. After he finished speaking, he rolled over and went back to sleep, snoring away. I finally breathed a sigh of relief. What?! My heart nearly jumped out of my chest! If I'd been scared to death, what would be the point of talking about beauty?! I cursed inwardly.
However, standing there was too dangerous. Afraid he'd turn around again, I quickly grabbed my clothes and went back to bed. Still shaken, I took a few deep breaths. Was he really talking in his sleep? Did he really...not see it?
I think it's okay! If he really saw it, he would be completely stunned, not just pretending to turn over and not look. I believe him! This kid doesn't have that kind of hypocritical scheming!
Sitting on the bed, I looked at the clothes in my hands, showing no intention of putting them on. I put them away, covered myself with the blanket, and went to sleep. This was the first time in my life I'd slept naked, letting my body directly feel the texture of the sheets and blanket—it felt wonderful! I've heard that sleeping naked can help blood circulation, speed up metabolism, and even has amazing skincare effects! With so many benefits, sleeping naked makes me completely willing to say goodbye to clothes, which is exactly what I'm looking for! But what I didn't expect was that it was my younger brother's request!
(V) Taking Photos
The day after school, Qilang, Acheng, Yingying, and I went to see a movie. At first, I didn't understand what was so scary about watching a horror movie in broad daylight, but when I saw Yingying nervously holding Acheng's hand, I understood. It turns out some people are really scared, and more than one at that! Qilang next to me was also gripping the armrest tightly, almost tearing it off, and he still tried to calmly ask me, "Are you scared?" If I wasn't worried about disturbing others, I would have laughed.
When I got home, it was almost dark. My younger brother was intently using the computer, seemingly unaware that I was back. What else could he be so focused on but playing games? I noticed he hadn't even changed out of his school uniform; he probably started playing as soon as he got back. He should rest now! I went over to persuade him to stop.
Wait! What's this? The screen was playing a video of me changing clothes in my room. When did he film these clips? Did he put his phone on the table to secretly film me? So, did he film my nude dance last night? If so, wouldn't all my secrets be exposed?
Seeing these terrifying photos, my heart was pounding, and he was still nonchalantly playing with his genitals. I was furious and yelled at him, "What are you doing?!"
He jumped up in fright. Since he wasn't wearing pants, he had to cover his groin with his hands. "Sis, I..." He glanced at the screen and then at me.
"You filmed me without my consent?!" I glared at him.
Seeing that he lowered his head and didn't say anything, I sat down impatiently and quickly reviewed all his videos and photos. Fortunately, there was only this one video; the rest were a bunch of erotic photos of me changing clothes and close-ups. Most of them were taken when I was tutoring students, showing my breasts, buttocks, and genitals.
Although I've exposed myself quite a bit these past few days, the sheer number of these photos and the difficulty of the angles used to take them were completely beyond my imagination. It was as if I was posing provocatively for his photoshoot; I never imagined his audacity and skill were so terrifying.
What a close call! If I hadn't caught him now, it would have been only a matter of time before my incriminating evidence was captured, and then I'd be unable to clear my name. Who knows what he might do with those photos. Luckily, I didn't see the photos; otherwise, our situations and attitudes would definitely be reversed.
"I...I'm sorry..." he stammered.
"Oh! You even captured my chest and underwear so clearly." You gave me a real fright; I won't let you get away with this.
"Really...I'm sorry..." he said, head down, avoiding my gaze.
"Anything else?"
"No! That's all! You only have these, the rest..." He turned away from me again, thought for a moment, and then whispered, "The rest are all from the internet."
"Really!?" Although I believed him, I still wanted to test him. After saying that, I casually flipped through the photos again.
The file size of the photos and videos was several times larger than last time, and now he even reads explicit content! It seems that under my seductive guidance, he has become increasingly addicted.
"I will... I will delete them all." Even though things have come to this, besides shame, he still dared to show a trace of reluctance. It seems he really cherishes these. Although I think he took pretty good pictures of me, it's too dangerous for him to keep them. "
Forget it, just delete all my photos, the rest... I don't care."
He didn't say anything, just nodded. I can't entirely blame him for taking the photos secretly; I also bear some responsibility. If I hadn't repeatedly tempted him and aroused his desire, he wouldn't have had this impulse. Not to mention the opportunity to secretly take pictures of me. His ashamed face made me feel guilty.
"Think about it, what would Mom and Dad do to you if they saw these photos of me?" I said gently.
"They might hit me...lock me out..." he whispered.
"Not maybe, definitely?" I leaned forward and gently patted his head. I thought to myself, luckily you met me, I wouldn't have the heart to hit you!
But I noticed that the strangeness between his legs hadn't subsided; his penis was bulging, but it was hard to cover it up with his hands. I saw that he wasn't looking at me, but rather peering into my open collar. I understood completely; it seemed he wouldn't learn his lesson without being taught a lesson. He seemed to realize he'd been discovered and quickly looked away. I thought to myself, little brother, your reaction is too slow!
"Take your hands away," I said calmly and slowly.
"No, sister..." he shook his head.
“Then I’ll have to report this to my superiors.” I was very blunt and didn’t give him any face.
He had no choice but to move his hand away, and I saw that his penis was still bulging with veins, very energetic. It was the first time I had ever seen such a large, erect penis, and it could even twitch. I continued, “What you did to your sister was really too much, but considering it’s your first offense, I’ll give you one more chance. I won’t tell Mom and Dad. But it’s necessary to teach you a lesson…”
He still kept his head down, not daring to look at me. I think he knew he was wrong, but seeing his erection, I felt it would be a shame not to teach him a lesson. Suddenly, I thought of a fun punishment.
“Now, I want you to continue what you were doing with your hands, but…” I deliberately paused, then said in a flirtatious tone, “It has to be in front of me.”
Seeing him shake his head and not daring to do it, I said, “You… do you want me to do it for you?” Before he could answer, I grabbed his penis and started stroking it. I didn’t expect it to be so hard and hot to the touch.
Just as I saw him raise his head, about to reach his climax, I maliciously let go. Stopped mid-way, he turned to look at me, and I glared at him. Embarrassed, he had no choice but to start doing it himself.
Watching him close his eyes, his brow furrowed, his hand moving up and down incessantly, I wondered to myself, are men's minds only filled with lustful thoughts? How can they get so excited with their eyes closed? I wondered what he was fantasizing about—a naked woman strolling down the street? Living in a world without underwear? Or… thinking about me?
Recalling how he masturbated in bed that night, I couldn't believe that so soon, and now he was doing the same thing in front of me…
"Sis… I'm about to come."
I was so engrossed in watching that I didn't hear him at all.
As a result, I was covered in his hot semen—my eyes, nose, mouth, even my hair were covered in it. Some even dripped down my collar and slid into my cleavage, followed by a strong, fishy smell.
"Ugh... What are you doing? You didn't even say anything before you were going to spit it out!" I complained, wiping my face with my hands and looking at him with one eye closed. As a result, my hands got sticky and a mess. I thought to myself, how can someone so young produce so much?!
"Oh! Your face... Oh no, I'm so sorry..." He panicked when he saw my messy face. "I'm sorry, didn't you hear me? Let me wipe it for you..." But he still couldn't resist arguing.
After wiping my face, he actually reached his hand directly into my collar to wipe it. I don't know if he was bold or genuinely panicked. To be honest, I didn't care. His hand was shoving between my already tight breasts, sending waves of tingling sensations upwards, which actually felt kind of good! So I didn't protest and even held my chest up while he wiped!
But his wiping made things worse! What was I doing? I was only focused on the pleasure and didn't care about anything else. Let alone why I let him use his hands, which were still raw from masturbation, to wipe my face! Now, I can barely open my eyes!
"Okay, okay! Stop wiping, I'm going to wash my face! This is the end of it. You better behave yourself and don't let me see anything I shouldn't, or I'll never forgive you!" With that, I stood up and walked along the wall, feeling my way.
When I got to the bathroom, I barely managed to open my eyes in front of the mirror. So this is what semen looks like—thick white, like I'd applied an expired face mask, some thick, some thin, and sticky. I looked at myself in the mirror from left to right. Humph! He wasn't wiping, he was just smearing it…and smearing it evenly, without missing a single spot! I never imagined my first encounter with semen would be in such a terrible state. Huh!? Is this glue? Why is it so hard to wash off? Disgusting.
That night, he became very well-behaved. He didn't talk as much as usual while eating. Even when Mom and Dad jokingly asked if he was heartbroken, he didn't react, just ate by himself, and went back to his room after he was full.
Late at night, I lay quietly, only hearing him tossing and turning, unable to sleep. I thought, this joke might have gone too far; I should apologize to him.
"Sister... I'm sorry... There won't be a next time." Unexpectedly, he spoke first.
Hearing his almost crying voice, my heart softened: "Sister also wants to apologize to you; I didn't consider your feelings."
"Waaah... I'm sorry... Sister... Waaah... I'm sorry..." He finally cried.
"Okay, stop thinking about it, go to sleep!"
We didn't speak anymore; I just listened quietly to him cry. I don't know how much time passed, but knowing he was exhausted from crying, I finally fell asleep peacefully.

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