Sister's care

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It was the summer I was thirteen, my last summer vacation after elementary school. Since I would be starting middle school as a student in a brand new school, I didn't have any summer homework, which was what made me happiest.
Even happier was that my parents had gone to help build a new house for my grandfather in the countryside, leaving only my sister and me at home. Naturally, she became my guardian, taking care of me. The story begins here, a summer without parents or homework.
My sister was four years older than me, already a high school student, and half a head taller than me. I remember I only reached the tip of her nose. Perhaps because I developed late, I was almost the shortest in my class, and I was also the last to lose my baby teeth. Some boys already had dark hair on their penises, while mine was still bald and white. I wasn't discouraged, because I didn't like dark hair; being bald and white was cleaner.
A few days after my parents left, I played outside until dark one night, running home covered in sweat. I drank some water and ran to the bathroom to shower. Halfway there, I heard the sound of water coming from inside. My sister beat me to it. When I got to the bathroom door, just as I expected, the door wasn't closed properly. For some reason, I instinctively peeked through the crack—I'm sure you've had that instinct too.
That was the first time I saw a woman's body. Glistening water flowed from my sister's shoulders to her waist, then from her pert buttocks to her thighs. It was a perfect curve. My sister's breasts were round, not very big, like a ball cut in half, each half resting on her chest, firm and looking very textured. Below her smooth, flat abdomen was a small tuft of dark hair, stuck together by the water, which then flowed down into the small crevice below.
My sister was completely oblivious to me staring at her naked body outside the door, just as I was unaware that my pants were bulging with my erection. Afraid of being discovered, I kept my nerves on edge as I left the bathroom door.
Even as I went to bed that night, my nerves remained tense. I kept the bedside lamp on, my eyes wide open, watching my sister's naked figure showering right before my eyes. Just as my drool was about to drip from my lips, the clatter of slippers snapped me out of my reverie.
My sister came to my bedside, bent down, and stroked my head, saying, "Why aren't you asleep yet? The light's still on. Is our little Ma Qing afraid of the dark?" Right, my name is Ma Qing, and my sister's name is Ma Lan. I licked my lips, nervously humming in agreement, terrified that my sister would discover my thoughts—I felt guilty. I turned my head away. Through the wide collar of my sister's robe, I could see her white breasts again. Since she wasn't wearing a bra, I could see them completely. Her pink nipples looked like strawberry jam dripping from half a papaya—of course, there's no strawberry jam in a papaya, I was just using a figure of speech.
"You're a middle school student, still afraid of the dark? When will you grow into a real man?" she said, pulling back my blanket and lying down on my bed. "I'll stay with you, are you scared now?"
She then turned off the desk lamp on my bedside table. My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness. I saw that my sister was still awake, looking at me gently with her big eyes. Because she looks like my father, she has double eyelids, and in the moonlight, her eyes looked even bigger and brighter. The scent of shampoo, and even more irresistible, was the fragrance emanating from her breath—it smelled so good. I wanted to put my nose right up to her mouth and inhale it all. At that moment, I felt like my underwear was about to be pierced by my penis, because it was as hard as a rhinoceros horn, exuding an aura of dominance capable of destroying everything. And so, we lay sideways, facing each other, and in the moonlight, I would occasionally steal glances at my sister's cleavage, so deep and alluring. Why was I so unable to resist the scent emanating from my sister? Why did I keep glancing at her cleavage? I was clueless; it was simply instinct driving me.
"Go to sleep, with your sister here, you're not afraid of anything." She said, turning over to sleep, but in that instant, her forearm touched my throbbing penis. My body jolted, and so did hers. She turned to me and whispered, "What's wrong?"
I timidly replied, "I don't know. It only happened when I woke up in the morning and felt like I needed to pee, but I don't need to pee now."
She deliberately avoided my gaze, still whispering, "Let me see." She pulled back the covers and removed my underwear. My penis bounced upwards like a spring, and she recoiled slightly, as if
afraid of the force of its imminent explosion. She stared intently at my penis, grasping and stroking it. Her hands were so soft and comfortable; the sensation spread throughout my body. I could clearly feel her hands were wet; her palms were sweaty. I believed she was just as nervous as I was.
Just then, my sister gently pulled her hand down, and my slightly long foreskin immediately exposed my glans to her view. At the same time, I felt an unprecedented electric current flow through my entire body. My abdominal muscles tensed, and I looked down at my sister. She was completely unaware that I was looking at her. She brought her nose close to my penis and smelled it. Since I had just showered, there was no unpleasant smell. Just as I was wondering why my sister was smelling my penis, she opened her small mouth and, like she was eating a lollipop, took my glans into her mouth. I immediately felt a warm sensation; it felt so good. Today I experienced many sensations I had never felt before, but this was the best.
Watching my penis disappear between my sister's thin lips under the moonlight, I don't know how to describe my feelings at that moment. My penis went in and out of my sister's mouth, and as she sucked, I could clearly feel her tongue licking my glans haphazardly. It felt so good, so good that I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. A few seconds later, I felt a tingling, numb sensation in my penis, and an urgent urge to urinate. I struggled to squeeze out a few words: "Sister, I need to pee."
But before I could finish speaking, a stream of something I didn't know came out of my penis. But I knew it wasn't urine, and it felt a million times better than peeing. My sister didn't release my penis from her mouth; she kept it inside. I could feel her throat moving, and I knew she had swallowed that unknown substance. Only when my penis completely stopped twitching did she release it and lie back down beside me.
"How are you feeling? Are you feeling better?" my sister asked me gently. I said, "It felt really good just now, but it doesn't seem to have any effect."
My sister hesitated for a moment, then reached out and touched my penis. Just as I said, my penis was still erect. My sister's breathing became a little heavy. She
hugged me and asked, "Do you want to kiss my lips?" As she asked me, I smelled the fragrance coming from my sister's mouth again, and I quickly nodded. Then my sister brought her mouth closer to mine until our lips met. She gently kissed my lips, and I felt how thin and soft they were, warm and smooth, still carrying her unique fragrance. I hugged her tightly, feeling her firm breasts pressing against my chest. At that moment, I felt an unprecedented urge; I wanted to touch her breasts so badly, but my hands were wrapped around her back, and my other hand was pressed under her neck, unable to move. Just as I was struggling with this dilemma, something warm and soft entered my mouth—my sister's tongue. I sucked on it, reveling in the feeling of her fragrant tongue in my mouth. And so, our tongues intertwined. I can guarantee that this was the most delicious thing that had ever entered my mouth; the most delicious thing in the world was my sister's tongue.
After a while, my sister's tongue withdrew. At this moment, my sister was holding my penis with one hand, stroking it continuously, while the other hand gripped my shoulder behind my back. She was moaning softly, her eyes tightly closed. It seemed that she had been just as intoxicated as I had been. I whispered to my sister, "Sister, can I touch your body?"
My sister just hummed in response, then got up and took off her large nightgown. My hands, which had been pinned under my sister's neck, were freed. In the moonlight, my sister's exquisite figure was like a perfectly crafted work of art. She lay back down beside me, stroking my head gently and asking, "Where do you want to touch your sister?"
I awkwardly squeezed out two words: "Breasts."
My sister closed her eyes tightly and whispered, "Okay."
I reached out and touched her breasts. They were soft and warm, just like I had seen before, soft and textured. The entire breast was so round, and the nipples were erect. I gently flicked my sister's nipples with my fingers, feeling her breathing become rapid, and at the same time, I heard her soft moans. I asked, "Sister, does it feel good?"
My sister moaned softly and hugged my head tightly. My face was pressed against her breasts, which felt incredibly good. I touched my sister's nipple and sucked on it. My sister's moans grew louder, and her breathing became even more rapid. My hands groped haphazardly all over my sister's body, touching her round, smooth buttocks. My sister's buttocks writhed as I touched them, while her hands continued to grope my body.
I pulled away from my sister's nipple and asked, "Can I touch the pubic hair in your panties?"
My sister hummed in agreement and pulled down her panties. "Go ahead, touch me wherever you want."
Hearing her so indulgent words, I got up and pounced on her, my hands freely caressing her breasts, my mouth sucking on her nipples. I then slipped one of my fingers between her legs, stroking the slightly raised mound. The fine, sparse hair on it was so soft, like a baby's hair. Inadvertently, I touched the small crevice between her legs. I calmed my rapid breathing. "Can I touch it here too?"
My sister just held my head and didn't... I gently parted her legs and reached for that mysterious area, only to find it wet and slippery, the moisture from which had soaked a large patch of her inner thighs. I touched the little crevice between her legs, and my finger slipped right in. She let out a soft moan, louder than before, indicating she was enjoying it immensely. I rubbed my finger back and forth between her thighs, her moans growing louder. Seeing her expression of pleasure, I continued to caress her. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand, holding it tightly as if afraid it would slip away.
Understanding her desire, I continued rubbing. The flesh inside her crevice was soft and slippery, irresistible. Suddenly, she squeezed her legs together, pressing my hand down forcefully, her whole body convulsing, curling up in a deep breath. She said haltingly, "No, stop touching me, I can't take it anymore." I immediately stopped what I was doing, but didn't pull my hand away. My fingers remained between my sister's legs. After a while, I felt my sister's body relax and she slowly unwind. Only then did I gently pull my hand back. I smelled my wet hand; it smelled strange. I sucked on my fingers; it was a little salty, a taste I had never experienced before. But I didn't dislike it at all; in fact, I liked it a little.
I looked down at my sister, who was limp on the bed. She seemed to have no strength left, completely still. I asked her, "What's wrong? Did I touch you too hard?"
My sister smiled slightly and said, "It feels so good. You touched me so well. Thank you, Little Ma Qing."
Hearing my sister's praise made me feel as happy as if I had been awarded a red flower by my teacher. Seeing my sister's satisfied smile, I buried my head under the blanket, searching in the darkness for the subtle scent I'd just caught. I found it between my sister's thighs, my nose touching the soft pubic hair below, and the mysterious scent became even stronger. I parted my sister's thighs and licked the mysterious pubic hair on her thighs. It was salty; my sister's fair thighs were like the egg white of a salted duck egg, soft, smooth, and a little salty.
My sister's body began to writhe under my licking. As she moved, my mouth slowly moved to the crevice between her legs. Since my fingers had already explored the mysterious world within her, my tongue easily slipped into that wet crevice. My sister cried out, "Ah!"—a cry of pure ecstasy and pleasure. She reached out and held my head, but unlike last time, she didn't hold it down tightly as if afraid I would leave and stop massaging that little crevice. Instead, she lifted my head, saying, "Don't do that, I can't take it. Let me hold you, my good little brother."
And so, I was held in my sister's arms again. We kissed, our tongues intertwined, our mouths sucking on each other, making soft sucking sounds. My sister's hands began to caress my penis again. It was as hard as before, still erect, as if waiting for a feast it was long overdue to enjoy, its hardness justified. My penis felt incredibly good being touched by my sister; it felt even harder, like it was about to explode.
"Sister, my penis is so swollen and uncomfortable, what should I do? Do I have to suck it like before?" I whispered in my sister's ear.
"When you touched my lower body just now, did you feel a little hole there?"
I hesitated for a moment after hearing my sister's words, and then said, "No."
My sister said, "Feel it again." Saying that, she grabbed one of my hands and put it between her legs. I stretched out a finger and carefully felt around. My sister made whimpering sounds again and opened her legs so that my hand could touch deeper.
Sure enough, at the very back of my sister's cleft, I felt a very small hole. "I found it. Is this the hole?" I said, pointing to my sister's hole with my finger.
"Yes, right here, can you put your hard penis into my sister's hole?" I was puzzled, why did she have to do this?
"If you put your penis in there, it won't feel so swollen and uncomfortable," my sister continued, while guiding my penis towards her opening.
I still didn't understand. Was that my sister's anus? Or was it where she peed? Wouldn't it be dirty? I'm usually very clean, so I was afraid my sister would make my penis all dirty. Just as I was lost in thought, my sister kissed my lips and pleaded impatiently, "Hurry, please, please put your penis in, put it in my hole, please, please." Hearing her desperate pleas, I couldn't bear to see her anxious look any longer, so I placed my penis between her labia and carefully searched for the opening with the glans. My sister quickly guided me to the opening with her hand, "Here, please put it in, please."
Hearing her slightly tearful plea, I thrust my hips forward and felt my glans squeeze into a narrow, slippery little hole. It was warm inside, and I had an urge to push it all the way in, as if there was a powerful suction inside, not only attracting my penis but also my heart, leaving my mind blank and unable to resist.
I took a breath, preparing to thrust all the way in, when suddenly my sister wrapped her legs around my hips, forcefully pushing my penis all the way in from behind. The feeling was indescribable. My sister and I cried out almost simultaneously. She held my head tightly, pulling my hips in with all her might with her legs. My waist moved with the movements of her legs, my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina with each stroke—it felt incredibly good. But because my head was being held so tightly by my sister, my face was pressed against her breasts. Oh my god, I was almost suffocating. In this position, my head only reached her breasts.
I shifted my head, exposing my nostrils and inhaling deeply, my mouth still on my sister's nipple, sucking greedily, while my waist continued its thrusting motion, forcefully penetrating her vagina again and again.
"Ah...ah...!" With each thrust, my sister moaned ecstatically. I could feel her enjoying every stroke, and her moans were so melodious, making my blood boil. I lay on top of her, rhythmically thrusting my penis into her vagina while my hands frantically groped her breasts and sucked on her nipples.
I felt my penis tightly enveloped by her vagina; it was so tight, with a suction force that pulled my penis in with each thrust. Slowly, her vagina began to tighten rhythmically, and her moans grew louder. Her lower body began to writhe, and I could only follow her movements, continuing to thrust. No matter how much her lower body writhed, she couldn't escape my thrusts.
My sister started yelling loudly, "Ah...don't stop, thrust into me, harder! Thrust me to death, ah...give it to me, give it all to me."
I didn't know what my sister meant by "give it to me." I just kept thrusting in and out. I finally felt that urge to pee again, and the feeling became stronger with each thrust.
"Sis, I need to pee," I said anxiously. "Ah...pee...pee inside me...pee quickly...give it to me..."
I couldn't hear what my sister was saying anymore. I couldn't hold it in any longer. I felt a surge of energy in my lower abdomen, and I peed some unknown substance into my sister's hole. I heard my sister let out an "Ah..." and her head jerked back violently. She frantically tore at the sheets, her chest heaving and her breasts swaying with each movement. I didn't care about anything else. I used all my strength to thrust into the deepest part of her hole, my lower abdomen pumping with each thrust, trying my best to pee the unknown substance into her hole until every last drop was inside. My penis was still stubbornly twitching inside her. At this point, my sister seemed to relax. She stopped frantically scratching and gently held me in her arms, stroking my head, her chest still heaving.
My hands were still caressing my sister's breasts, playing with her nipples, and I was breathing heavily, my penis still inside her vagina.
"My little rascal has grown up, he's grown into a man," my sister whispered. And so, I fell asleep, still touching my sister's breasts, nestled against her.

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