Violation of the older sister

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This happened when I was very young, probably in fifth or sixth grade of elementary school. I was going through puberty and was very curious about sex, especially about my older sisters' bodies.

The oldest of my sisters was already working, and the youngest was in her first year of high school. Since we lived under the same roof, I had many opportunities to watch them change clothes or touch them. I even asked to use the toilet when they were showering. A few times I actually got my wish, though they would just cover their private parts or turn their backs to me.

My eldest sister was the oldest, so perhaps she thought I was still a very young boy. Therefore, she was the most lenient with me, or you could say she was completely unguarded. One day, I came home from school and rushed to the bathroom because I needed to use the toilet. My eldest sister was taking a shower and was on her way to meet her future brother-in-law. But my yelling got me into the bathroom. And I really did pee for a long time, and of course, I watched for a long time too. I even playfully teased her, "Oh! Rushing to your date, huh!" until my older sister, with a half-smile, widened her eyes and kicked me out. Before leaving, I slapped her soapy bottom, leaving her screaming in the bathroom!

Actually, what I did most often was go to the bathroom after my sisters showered and play with their underwear, either wearing them myself or ejaculating on them. This went on for a long time without any problems, until one day, on a whim, I secretly cut a small hole in the crotch of my older sister's underwear. To make it look like it was naturally torn, I rubbed the edge of the hole for a long time, and it really did look like it was naturally torn. For the

next few days, I paid close attention to whether my older sister wore that underwear that day, until the fourth day when she actually wore it under her light skirt! After I found out, I deliberately followed my older sister around all day. Because I had cut, rubbed, and washed those underwear, the hole had become even bigger, about the size of a fingernail. I didn't understand why my older sister still wore it; I guess she was saving money!

I remember it was a holiday, and my older sister was busy cleaning. I was also eager to peek at her underwear, so I followed her up and down the stairs. When she was about to climb onto the attic balcony to collect the laundry, I followed her very close! Really close!! Close enough to smell her body odor! So I really achieved my goal! My goal was achieved, but you might be disappointed because looking through that hole, all you could see was dark red flesh! (I'll tell you the more exciting part next time.)

My old house was being renovated, so the whole family temporarily moved to a rented bungalow next door. We made do with what we had, sleeping in a shared bungalow. My parents were on the far side, followed by my older brother, me, and my sisters. Because I was closest to my older sister, she slept next to me.

One night, I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. Everyone was fast asleep. The bright moonlight streamed into the room, shining directly on half of my eldest sister's body. I remember she was wearing a light blue nightgown that night, a button-down shirt and elasticated capri shorts. Because it was nightgown, the material wasn't too thick, so when the moonlight shone on her, the outline of her underwear was clearly visible.

Normally, I might look, but I wouldn't dare touch her. That night, I felt possessed and just couldn't sleep! Following the movement of the moonlight, it slowly illuminated her entire body as she lay on her side with her back to me, revealing the curves of her waist and hips, and the outline of her underwear. I can't remember if I had an erection. I just naively wanted to touch her body.

After struggling for a long time, observing my family, and only hearing heavy, rhythmic breathing, I boldly reached out and touched her buttocks. I was so nervous! Then I slowly and gently placed my palm on her buttocks, feeling where her panties were, and it felt so real! I only dared to touch, but not to caress, for fear of waking her up. Then I slowly hugged her around the waist, as if it were a natural rolling over, my lower body pressed against her buttocks, my upper body against her back, the scent of her hair constantly wafting into my brain.

I was truly out of my mind at that moment, I reached up to her breasts, touching her breasts through her pajamas, I found she was wearing a bra, I was eager to explore her breasts, so I withdrew my hand, went around her upper arm, and reached under her neck towards her collar, but I could only touch her collarbone because it was blocked by the buttons. I thought I skillfully unbuttoned two of her buttons, and then reached in again, this time I felt her bra, her cleavage, and her soft breasts.

This was the first time I had ever truly touched a woman's breasts, but I didn't stop there. I continued to reach inside her bra, searching for her nipples. As I pried open the gap in her bra, I was filled with unprecedented fear and tension. But when my fingertips touched her erect nipples, I was already sweating profusely! That feeling still comes to mind when I touch my wife's breasts!

I didn't dare touch them for too long, so I pulled my hand back. I lay flat for a while, then turned to look at her. She was still in the same position. A wicked thought crossed my mind (I wanted to take off her pants!). I placed my hand on her waist and found her belt. Because it was made of elastic, I carefully untied the belt and pulled it down, about halfway up her buttocks. I could already see the edge of her panties! That's how I saw her buttocks!

After a while, I moved my hand forward to the waistband of her panties. She was wearing high-waisted, conservative panties. Again, I untied the belt and pulled it down, reaching the same spot. Oh! Under the moonlight, she looked so white and beautiful! To be honest, I didn't really see much. I could only see about a quarter of her buttocks, and even her cleft wasn't very clear. I could only see that the belts of her two pairs of pants were pressing against her buttocks, making her skin look slightly concave.

Finally, I reached my hand into her panties, and this time I quickly touched her pubic hair. It was strange; I had seen it before in the bathroom, and when I was playing with their panties, I had picked up fallen pubic hairs. I really wanted to touch them then! But the first time I actually touched it, I was scared. I didn't touch it for long before quickly pulling my hand back and carefully pulling the belts of her two pairs of pants back to their original position. I felt completely exhausted, lying flat on my back, panting. My mind was blank, and I didn't know if I had been discovered.

After a while, I became even more audacious and wanted to touch her nipples again, so I repeated the previous actions, wanting to do it again. But just as I put my hand inside her collar, she coughed lightly and then covered her collar with her hand. I was startled! She was already awake! I didn't know what to do, so I just kept holding her and pretending to be asleep. I actually drifted off to sleep while holding her!

The next day I was terrified, and my older sister and I were both avoiding each other, but nothing happened. This situation lasted for about two months.

One night, my mother and I were watching TV in the living room when my older sister came back from her date. Maybe it was because of the cold weather, but she was freezing! As soon as she came back, she sat sideways on my lap, which was covered by shorts, yelling, "Wow! It's so cold! Can I warm you up?" Suddenly, my thigh touched her thigh, and also her underwear. I didn't know what to do. Luckily, my mother said, "Hey, how could you do that?" She then playfully hopped back to her room to change.

Feeling guilty, I went to the bathroom to shower. While I was showering, she knocked urgently on the door, saying she needed to use the toilet. I hesitated because I was still in the throes of the pleasure from the skin-to-skin contact. She knocked even more urgently, so I had no choice but to open the door! She came in without closing the door, and without caring whether I was watching her or not, she simply and naturally took off her pajama bottoms and underwear and peed.

As she pulled out toilet paper, she kept looking at me, and I could only stand there dumbfounded, like a child who had done something wrong. I watched as my older sister folded the toilet paper, finished urinating, wiped her thick, dark pubic hair, opened the trash can lid, threw away the toilet paper, flushed, pulled up her underwear, put on her pajama bottoms, and then looked me up and down for a while before saying, "Little brother, you've grown up!" Then she affectionately pinched my cheek and said, "Study hard, don't think too much!"

I don't know what to say. I just feel my eyes getting wet. After that, my relationship with my older sister was the best. However, such abnormal peeping, exposure, and touching never happened again. Instead, she would talk to me about more private things, such as nocturnal emission, masturbation, sexual fantasies, etc. At most, she would come to my room wearing only her newly bought underwear and ask me if it looked good. I asked her if she was going to wear it for her boyfriend. She suddenly blushed, and I was very happy for her. Not long after, she got married.

(2) On the eve of her wedding

On the eve of my older sister's wedding, she finally fainted around nine o'clock in the evening because of the hard work of the past few days. This happened on the eve of the wedding, which really threw the whole family into chaos. They had to rush her to the hospital for emergency treatment. After a series of emergency procedures, the doctor said it was okay. He said that she just needed to have an IV drip and some sedatives and rest for a while to recover. Then he instructed the family to arrange for her to be hospitalized for rest.

Because my second and third sisters were studying in other cities and couldn't come back in time, and my mother has a heart condition and can't stay in the hospital for long, I was the only one in the family who was relatively free, so I stayed to take care of my eldest sister. Because she had been on an IV drip for a long time, she went to the toilet many times throughout the night. My eldest sister was drowsy and unsteady on her feet, stumbling as she walked. With the IV drip still attached, I had to hold the drip bag and support her 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. My eldest sister opened her eyes with difficulty 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 drip 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 urinate! After she finished urinating, I had to help her wipe herself, put her pants back on, and then help her back to bed. This happened four or five times a night. At the time, I only knew I had to take good care of my older sister and didn't think about anything else.

With the IV fluids, her strength gradually returned. By the fourth time she went to the toilet, 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 hand 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 just now?" I smiled awkwardly and said, "If not me, then your husband?" After I finished speaking, I saw my sister smile with tears in her eyes, reach out and touch my head, and hug me for a while!

Because my sister had an appointment with a 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 I got home, the whole family started making a ruckus again, running around helping my older sister with this and that. I was so annoyed and just wanted to sleep! But I was covered in the smell of medicine and a faint odor of urine, which made me very uncomfortable!

I took a quick shower in my bathroom, and it was only after a while that everyone quieted down. It was probably past four o'clock. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly heard my older sister calling me softly. I went to her room to see what was wrong.

She said, "Brother, I'm all dirty and I 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 shower?" 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 in the bathroom and shower.

She took off her dress first, then called me into the bathroom. I tried to remain calm, pretending everything was normal, but that was the truth! I saw her sitting on 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 slowly and carefully washed her. As I washed her, she actually fell asleep. I was actually peeking at the edge of her bra while washing her, only seeing a patch of white breasts, and 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, she sat up straight, covered her chest with her hand for a moment, probably thinking about something. Then she unhooked her bra and casually tossed it into the basket, placing her hand on her underwear's waistband. I had initially thought she would even take off her underwear; I was so nervous! My sleepiness vanished!

But instead, she crossed her arms over her breasts and asked me to wet a silk towel with shower gel and wash her back. I stood beside her, one hand on her shoulder, the other washing her back. I gently and carefully massaged her shoulders, then moved down her spine. Because of the water's temperature, and perhaps because I was nervous or excited, I felt incredibly 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 nervous too!?

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 caught a glimpse of her labia and pubic hair deep inside her buttocks. I was really looking closely, almost greedily! I could only remain calm and continue washing her thighs and ankles. Something 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 wouldn't know how to proceed. 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. At that moment, my sister said, "I can do it myself next time." So I watched her wash her breasts and genitals. Then she asked me to rinse off the foam, but I just stood there, frozen.

After a while, all the movements stopped, my sister said to me, "Brother, do you like looking at me?" I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there, blushing and scratching my head. Suddenly, my sister said with red eyes, "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 foam herself!

Now she no longer covered any parts of her body, and I, with tears in my eyes and my head down, 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. She gently allowed me to hug her. 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 wasn't strong, but it had a rare, delicate fragrance. I looked up at her, and she was looking at me too. Then, as if she knew what I needed, she closed her eyes and nodded. I then expressed my childhood instincts.

As I took her nipple into my mouth, she gently stroked my hand, then suddenly hugged me tightly! Her hands, which had been holding me, moved to her buttocks and thighs, vigorously caressing these fleshy and mysterious areas. Encouraged, I knelt down, touching her pubic hair with everything on my face, finally exploring her warm, moist area with my hands. But

then, as if electrocuted, she shook her head at me with horror, pulled me up, 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!"

She rolled her eyes at me, then sat down, her hands beginning to clean me up… It was early 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 pure white wedding dress, smiling at me. "Oh! She's so beautiful! So beautiful!!"

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I dare say: everyone has desires, only the degree varies, even within one's own family! Lust is something that cannot be stopped; the important thing is how to view it when it arises. It is precisely because it is difficult to define rationally that I understand why the causes of incest are beyond human control! Based on my own experience, I believe there must be a very high rate of incest in this society. If you have had such experiences, don't suppress them; why not share them? If we can all approach this with empathy, perhaps we can find better ways to handle it and reduce many regrets!

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