The enchanting climax

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My home is in a small city in northern China, not far from the provincial capital, about a three-hour drive away. The city is small, with only a few hundred thousand inhabitants. My family situation is simple: both my parents were university graduates in the 1970s. I have an older sister who, after graduating, was assigned to work in a government agency in the provincial capital. I didn't get into university, which has always been a regret for my parents, as they were both university graduates.

After failing the college entrance exam, my parents funded my opening of a stationery store in this small city. Through my hard work and perseverance, the store gradually got on track, gained many regular customers, and grew steadily.

I personally source all the goods from the provincial capital. Because my sister works in the provincial capital, I always stay at her house and visit her whenever I go there to buy goods.

My sister is a very gentle and beautiful person. She was pretty and well-behaved from a young age, and was loved by adults. As she grew up, she became the object of many boys' affections, but she focused solely on her studies and never considered such matters, so all those who pursued her left disappointed. My older sister dotes on me. Since I'm her only brother, she always gives in to me. I love my sister very much too; we've always had a great relationship since childhood, and I've always idolized her.

After working for a year, my sister started dating and brought her boyfriend to our house a few times. He was her colleague, very handsome, and had a sweet tongue, knowing how to please my parents. Given their good family background, my parents happily approved of their relationship. In her third year of work, my sister and her boyfriend got married. My parents and I attended their wedding. The wedding was grand, my parents were very satisfied, and I was happy for my sister, although I felt a little bittersweet knowing that from now on, she would have her own husband and someone else who loved her, and wouldn't just give her love to me anymore. But I silently wished her well.

After getting married, my sister didn't rush to have children. My parents discussed this with her for a long time, but she said her husband didn't want children so early. They were still young and should focus on their careers, not let children affect them. My parents were helpless and had no choice but to let them be.

Sure enough, two years later, my brother-in-law stood out at work. Thanks to his extensive network of connections and outstanding performance, he was now a department head. My parents and I were happy for my sister and brother-in-law, believing my sister had found her lifelong happiness.

With the New Year approaching, I hurried to stock up on goods for my store, hoping to earn some extra money before the holiday. I took the funds to the provincial capital, bought the necessary goods, arranged for shipping, and then went to visit my sister with some gifts. When I arrived at her house, only she was home.

She was very happy to see me and busied herself cooking for me, intending to invite me to stay a few more days. Seeing that my brother-in-law wasn't there, I asked her, puzzled, "Where's my brother-in-law? Why isn't he home?" My sister replied casually, "He's very busy now. He's often away from home. He's a very busy man now." I noticed a flash of sadness in her eyes when she said this, but it disappeared in an instant, and I didn't dwell on it. I stayed at my sister's house for a day. She took the day off to stay with me, constantly asking about my parents' health and my life. Looking at my sister, I felt a surge of warmth and familiarity from our past interactions. My brother-in-law didn't come home that day; I didn't see him until I said goodbye.

For the New Year, my sister went home alone. My parents were happy but puzzled that my brother-in-law hadn't come back with them. When they asked my sister, she simply said that he had been extremely busy since becoming an official. He hadn't even taken his annual leave this year, still working at his unit. My parents didn't ask further, as his career was more important. They just told my sister to take good care of him and not overwork herself. My sister gave a quiet reply.

After the New Year, it was time for my sister to go back. On the day she left, I saw her off at the station. She looked very reluctant to leave, and even as the train was about to depart, she held my hand tightly, reluctant to part. Looking at her, I suddenly noticed she had lost weight. A sense of unease welled up inside me; it felt like my sister was hiding something from us.

After the New Year, the business reopened amidst chaos. I was so busy I was practically running around, and I gradually forgot about my sister's situation. March arrived, another peak sales month, and I went to the provincial capital to buy goods. After finishing my business, I went to my sister's house. I knocked on the door for quite a while before she finally opened it. I stared at her in surprise; her hair was disheveled, her face was haggard, and her eyes were red and swollen, as if she had just been crying.

When she saw me, she quickly went back inside to wipe her face, then forced a smile and said, "Little brother, you're here. Why didn't you call me beforehand?" I went inside and looked around. My brother-in-law wasn't home, and the house was a mess, as if it hadn't been cleaned for days. I immediately realized something had happened to my sister.

My sister is a very clean person; her house was always spotless, with everything neatly arranged. It had never been like this before, and her red eyes meant she had definitely been crying. I hurriedly asked my sister, "Sister, what happened? Where's your husband?" My sister pretended to be calm and smiled, saying, "Nothing's wrong. I'm fine. Your brother-in-law is still at work and won't be home today. Little brother, sit down for a while. I'll tidy up the house; you see, I'm feeling lazy right now." She turned to tidy up.

I grabbed her hand, feeling its soft texture; it was ice-cold. I looked directly into her eyes and said, "Sister, you've never been like this before. You never lie. Tell me, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Hearing my question, she finally couldn't hold back anymore and hugged me tightly, sobbing against my shoulder. I gently embraced her soft body, stroking her back to comfort her, saying, "Sister, don't cry. You'll hurt yourself. Tell me what happened." My sister didn't speak, just kept crying in my arms, her tears quickly soaking my clothes. Seeing my sister crying more and more heartbrokenly, I was afraid something might happen to her, so I pulled her to the sofa and sat her down, letting her rest her head on my chest. I was anxious to know what had happened, but she just kept crying and wouldn't say a word. I was so worried I didn't know what to do, so I just held her tightly. She cried for a long time before gradually stopping. Under my persistent questioning, she slowly told me what had happened.

My sister had been married for over three years and desperately wanted a child, but her husband refused. She was very envious whenever she saw people her age holding their babies and showering them with love. So, she secretly stopped taking birth control pills and finally got pregnant. But when her husband found out, he insisted she have an abortion. They argued about it many times. That's why he didn't come home with her for the New Year. After the New Year, he continued to pressure her, and just the day before yesterday, she finally couldn't bear it anymore and had an abortion. But after the abortion, her husband didn't even accompany her; he still didn't come home, leaving her all alone at home.

I was furious when I heard this and got up to confront my brother-in-law. But my sister held me back. I was worried about her health after the abortion and didn't want her to worry too much, so I suppressed my anger and gently comforted her. This time, I didn't rush home and stayed at my sister's house for two more days to take care of her. My sister insisted that I not tell my parents about this, fearing they would worry. So I just called them and said I missed my sister and needed to stay at her house for a couple more days, asking someone else to help me look after the shop. My parents didn't think much of it; they just teased me for being so dependent on my sister like a child.

During my two days at my sister's house, my brother-in-law only came home once. I wanted to question him about why he abandoned my sister and didn't take good care of her, but my sister's pleading look made me give up on questioning him. My brother-in-law sensed my hostility and left in a hurry, never to be seen again.

After two days at my sister's house, she persuaded me to go home, worried about disrupting my business. As I left, looking at my sister's thin face, I felt incredibly sorry for her. I could only keep reminding her to take care of herself. My sister agreed with a wry smile.

Back home, I couldn't stop thinking about my sister. Business had finally slowed down after a difficult month. I rushed to my sister's house again, because I was extremely worried about her. Before leaving, I made sure someone looked after my business and lied to my parents, saying I was going to a distant place to buy goods and it would take a while.

When I arrived at my sister's house, just like last time, I knocked on the door for a long time before she finally opened it. When I saw her, she looked even more haggard than before, pale and emaciated. I was shocked. How could she have become so haggard in less than a month? I was furious. I turned around and was about to go to my sister's workplace to confront her husband. I wanted to give that guy a good beating for tormenting my dear sister like this.

My sister desperately grabbed me, trying to stop me. I was still seething with anger and determined to confront her husband. Just as we were struggling, my sister suddenly felt dizzy and collapsed. I quickly picked her up and carried her to the bed. My sister slowly woke up, crying and begging me not to act impulsively. Looking at her weak state, I sighed helplessly.

I stayed at her house. My brother-in-law seemed to know I was coming and wanted to confront him, so he didn't show up. I thought it was better that he didn't go home, to avoid seeing us upset him. So I focused on taking care of my sister. That evening, after serving her dinner and tidying up the house, my sister and I sat together chatting as usual. I told her about the things I'd encountered over the years, and shared some funny jokes. She nestled against me, looking at me intently, her eyes filled with love. When I laughed heartily at something funny, she smiled back, her delicate and beautiful smile blooming like a flower, breathtakingly beautiful. Looking at her, I sincerely said, "Sister, you're so beautiful." She blushed and playfully punched my arm. A warm feeling filled the air between us, making me completely immersed in it.

Before I knew it, my sister and I had been chatting for a long time, and it was already late at night. Seeing that it was getting late and worried that my sister might not get enough sleep, I urged her to rest. I helped her lie down on the bed and covered her with the blanket. My sister looked at me reluctantly and said, "Little brother, can you stay with me a little longer?" I gently stroked her pretty face and softly said, "Of course." My sister took my hands in hers, pressed them against her face, and closed her eyes contentedly. Looking at my beautiful sister, a surge of tenderness welled up in my heart. I lowered my head and gently kissed her forehead. Then I knelt down and stayed by her side, watching her drift off to sleep.

Gradually, her breathing became even. I gently withdrew my hand and quietly walked towards the door. Suddenly, I heard my sister's soft voice say, "Can I kiss you one more time?" I froze, turned around, and saw my sister with her eyes closed, her petite body wrapped tightly in the blanket, looking so lonely. I quietly walked back, bent down, and gently kissed my sister's delicate cheek. Suddenly, she reached out and hugged my neck, her soft lips returning to my face.

A sharp pain shot through my heart. My poor sister, I couldn't let her suffer any more injustice. I would protect her from harm for the rest of my life! This is my beloved sister! The person I cherish most in my life! Thinking this, the love I had hidden for my sister for nearly twenty years suddenly erupted. I couldn't help but kiss her alluring red lips. My sister stiffened, then her arms tightened, and her fragrant lips opened to me. I took her sweet, delicate tongue into my mouth. We kissed passionately.

I held her tightly in my arms, feeling her soft, warm body, greedily savoring her lips. My sister closed her eyes, her face flushed, and held me close. My hand reached towards her chest, touching her full, soft breasts. My sister let out a soft moan, her voice tinged with a hint of shyness and encouragement.

My excitement surged, and I promptly unbuttoned her nightgown. My large hand moved down her soft, white breasts, across her smooth abdomen, her slender waist, and then slipped inside her pajama bottoms, finally reaching between her most sacred and mysterious thighs. My sister was already blushing crimson. Being held naked in her brother's arms, allowing him to freely touch her most private parts, was something she had never imagined. But after the heartbreak and disappointment she felt towards her brother-in-law, and sensing my deep affection for her, she opened her heart to me without hesitation.

At this moment, my hand covered her vulva, one finger parting the labia and probing inside. Her vulva was already dripping wet, indicating that she was aroused by me. I gently probed my sister's vulva, my fingers scraping the inner walls, my thumb pressing on her clitoris, rubbing it lightly to stimulate her desire. Under the intense stimulation, my sister moaned incessantly, curling up in my arms like a kitten, her delicate body trembling and writhing slightly. My hands continued to stimulate her vulva, and my mouth didn't stop, kissing her fair, jade-like body incessantly.

I kissed her entire upper body, by which time I had removed all her upper clothing. I released her, laying her flat on the bed, and gently removed her pajama bottoms and underwear. Now, my sister was completely naked before me. Her fair, tender skin was as delicate and smooth as a baby's, her graceful body radiating an incomparably alluring beauty. I took off my own clothes, becoming completely naked myself, and gently caressed my sister from head to toe, kissing her beautiful body. My mouth moved inch by inch over my sister's smooth, jade-like body, savoring her fragrant scent. When my mouth reached between her legs, I slipped my tongue into her vagina, repeating the motions I'd made with my fingers. My sister trembled, clinging tightly to my waist, pulling my genitals towards her head, and then without hesitation, taking my large penis into her mouth. My heart was filled with love for my sister, and I kissed her vagina even more tenderly. My sister, in turn, excitedly sucked on my penis, giving me an indescribable pleasure. Finally, her vagina convulsed, and a warm flow gushed from deep within her. Without hesitation, I sucked it into my mouth; it was slippery, like nectar, and I drank it down. My sister let out a long, soft moan, her body going limp. She had reached her climax. But I wasn't finished yet. My mouth left her vagina, moving down her long, jade-like legs to her delicate feet. I held my sister's beautiful, delicate feet, kissing every inch of them tenderly, even putting each of her soft, white toes into my mouth to savor them.

After kissing every inch of her body, I turned and pressed myself against her exquisite form. My sister lovingly stroked my hair, her eyes filled with deep affection. I held her tightly in my arms, looking into her eyes with a questioning gaze. She looked at me with loving tenderness, her eyes showing encouragement. Overjoyed, I straightened my penis and slowly inserted it into her body. My sister let out a soft moan and held me tightly. I had finally made love with my sister! We were naked together, and I began to slowly thrust in and out. My sister closed her eyes happily in my arms, carefully feeling my movements inside her, feeling my love for her. Her vagina gradually became wet, making a slapping sound with my thrusts. I increased my speed and force. My sister began to moan softly, her moans like a beautiful song, which made me thrust even harder. I lifted her legs, placing them on my shoulders, and forcefully plunged my penis deep into her vagina. My sister writhed beneath me, yielding to my touch. The room was filled with an alluring atmosphere.

I thrust into her for half an hour, sometimes flipping her over so she was straddling my waist. Her face flushed with embarrassment, she rubbed her vagina against me, trying to give me maximum pleasure and satisfy my desires. Looking at my sister's incomparably beautiful face, I felt a surge of happiness.

Finally, I reached the peak of pleasure, a gush of hot semen shooting deep into my sister's body. My sister also reached another climax, convulsing and collapsing onto me. I held her tightly, caressing her delicate body, and we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms.

So, I took care of my sister at home during the day, and we were like a newlywed couple, sweetly inseparable every moment. At night, I made love to my sister to my heart's content. After three days of this, my sister's complexion gradually became rosy and she regained her former radiance. It was at this time that my brother-in-law finally returned.

Although my sister and I had already slept together, I didn't let my brother-in-law off the hook. I dragged him to a secluded spot and gave him a good beating, warning him that if he dared to bully my sister again, I would never forgive him. My brother-in-law, terrified by my harsh treatment, turned pale and repeatedly agreed. It turned out he hadn't had a good time lately either, spending all his time in the office and completely exhausted. Seeing that I had subdued him, I reluctantly said goodbye to my sister and went home.

From then on, I frequently stayed at my sister's house, at least two or three times a month. Each time, my brother-in-law would avoid me and stay at his workplace. I, on the other hand, wished he wasn't home. Every time he left, my sister and I would eagerly demand each other's bodies, making love passionately. How I longed to truly marry my sister, to live together forever! But I couldn't do that; we could only bury our love deep within our hearts forever.

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