Sister's lover

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(1)

My older sister is five years older than me. When I was in college, she was already working for a foreign company and lived alone in a small apartment on Roosevelt Road in Taipei. She didn't get married until I graduated from college.

Since I had just been admitted to the graduate school of a university in Taipei, in order to save money and take care of her nearby, and because the apartment was not far from the school and had a convenient location, my family asked me to move in with my sister.

People say that "the eldest brother is like a father and the eldest sister is like a mother." Since I was little, my sister has taken great care of me. When I was short of money and couldn't ask my parents for it, I could get money from my sister. She would also take good care of my clothes and outfits, which were the most troublesome things during my adolescence. She would even answer all my questions about love based on her experience.

While she was working alone, she never forgot about me, her younger brother. Every Sunday, she would come home to talk to my parents, take me to see a movie or go out to eat, and ask about my studies and relationship status.

I admire my sister's shrewdness, her seemingly omnipotent nature, and especially the vibrant energy emanating from her beautiful figure.

She always wore a well-fitting suit and sleek high heels, walking hand-in-hand with me down the street, her silvery laughter recounting the various facets of life in the workplace: who used connections to get promoted to manager, who made unwanted advances towards her, and who always made lewd jokes.

Although those stories were far removed from my own life, I always listened with fascination.

Ever since my first relationship ended in high school, I hadn't had a girlfriend. For most people, university should be a time of flourishing romance, but I failed miserably, not even finding a woman to hold hands with. Successfully getting into graduate school was a bonus, a "loss on one front, gain on another."

It wasn't that I was unattractive or lacked the skills to pursue women; ultimately, it was simply because I didn't want to. I couldn't find a woman better than my sister, and I couldn't help but compare the women around me to her, comparing their eloquence and sophistication. I compared their unique tastes in colors, clothing, even utensils and paintings, and also the warmth they gave me when they smiled.

My first relationship ended similarly, simply because I wore a pale yellow turtleneck sweater my sister bought me, and she criticized me, saying, "So effeminate! Like a girl!" She said that, and I never asked her out again.

Criticism was acceptable, but criticizing my sister was absolutely unacceptable, especially everything she had done for me. I always thought that it was better to go out with my sister than with her. It wasn't until

I went to university and truly understood love that I realized I had fallen in love with my sister.

Falling in love with one's own sister is unacceptable to society, a very taboo love. So I could only suppress my feelings, only finding solace in casual conversations over a few phone calls a week.

And I couldn't let my sister see through my thoughts, so I avoided mentioning my love life. Even if my sister would ask me a few questions out of concern, I would always give vague answers or make up a woman out of thin air to deal with her questions.

(2)

Being able to move to Taipei to live with my sister made me excited for half a month. Although I was about to face the heavy coursework of graduate school, the thought of being able to be with my sister day and night and share her life was overwhelming.

On the first day I moved into the apartment, my sister had already decorated my room. There was a warm quilt, a large bookcase covering half of the wall, a computer, a wooden desk, and brightly colored imitation oil paintings on the wall. She had put a lot of thought into it. There were even a few wool coats in the wardrobe.

My sister said, "It's getting cold in Taipei, so I bought everything for you first."

I felt a little jealous when I saw my sister standing with her boyfriend.

My sister's boyfriend, A-Jie, said, "Xiao-Xin has never been this good to me. Knowing you were moving in, I became your laborer. A week ago, I finally managed to move all this wooden furniture in, and these past few days, she even wanted me to go with her to buy a coat. Heaven knows how difficult it is to buy winter clothes in the fall; we went to so many places!"

"And she's never even bought me a tie," he complained.

The weather was just starting to get a bit chilly, so buying winter clothes was indeed a bit early. Thinking of my sister's doting on me, my jealousy immediately vanished.

I tidied up my luggage a bit and then went out to eat with A-Jie and my sister. Perhaps because we hadn't seen each other for a while, my sister had a lot to talk about. She asked me about my exam results, my new school, and I asked her how she and A-Jie met and if her work was going well. My sister held my arm the whole way, making it seem like we were the couple.

After dinner, A-Jie drove us back and left first. I went into my room and continued my unfinished work, putting away all the clothes and books from my luggage.

In the small drawer of the wardrobe, I found that my sister had thoughtfully bought several sets of underwear and socks, all neatly folded together.

I examined them one by one; they were all the close-fitting briefs I usually wore. The fabric wasn't thick, but it tightly covered my masculine features, and the colors were mostly neutral tones that I preferred. My sister had already shaped my unique likes and dislikes.

A warm feeling flowed through my heart, tinged with intense affection.

Sister! My dearest sister, you haven't neglected even the most private parts of a man, just like my heart for you, never missing your every move.

I called out to my sister in the next room, "Thank you, sister!" My sister didn't respond; I didn't know if she hadn't heard me or didn't know what I was thanking her for.

That day, I tidied up the room, sweating profusely, and then went into the bathroom to wash away the stench. I chose a black tank top and gray underwear that my sister had bought for me and changed into them. All night long, I seemed to feel my sister's warm body embracing me.

(3)

For the first few days, my sister went to work as usual, while I took advantage of the break before the start of the semester to visit some classmates who were studying or working in Taipei and reconnect with them.

Every day when I got home, my sister had already prepared a sumptuous meal for me. She had already learned to cook well in high school, and in this day and age, where women are generally neglecting housework, my sister's cooking skills are truly rare.

Before I got off work, my sister would ask me if I was going home. If not, she would eat something quick outside, but I liked the time I spent with my sister and would usually force myself to be home before six o'clock.

"Whoever marries my sister must be blessed in their past life. She can make money and cooks so well. You can't find a woman like that even with a lantern." I would always praise the delicious food my sister cooked.

"Really? Once I get married, no one will cook for you anymore!"

"That's right! If I could find another sister... no! A woman with the looks and virtues of a sister, I would definitely marry her." "

Is your sister really that good?"

"Yes! Your sister's goodness is beyond description, and words can't do it justice!"

"Then your sister will cook for you for the rest of her life. After we get married, we'll live together... oh... no! We'll live next door to each other. Whenever you're hungry, I'll bring your whole family over to eat your sister's cooking, okay?"

"Okay! I'm just afraid I won't be able to find a woman as good as my sister to marry, and I'll be a bachelor for life. Then I'll shamelessly stay at your house!"

Actually, what I really wanted to say was that rather than living next door to each other, it would be better if we just lived together like this. I could eat delicious food and see the woman I love, day after day, year after year. And could I say that?

"What do you think of Ah-Jie?" I asked my sister.

"It's nothing special, just ordinary. A girl living alone in a big city can't do without a man to help her. He can help her fix her car when it breaks down, help her carry appliances when she buys them, change light bulbs, and fix water pipes. That's why I had to find someone."

"I think Ah Jie loves you very much! He listens to you and obeys you."

"Hmm! You know it again. He is indeed a good person, but I lack a certain feeling for him, I lack the passion of love. I can go a whole week without thinking about him until he appears at the door of my company. Is that love? I know it isn't, so I have no intention of marrying him."

"But you're almost thirty, and you'll have to get married sooner or later, won't you?"

My sister was silent for a while, and after a long time, she asked quietly, "Are you in such a hurry to marry me off? Can't you help me change light bulbs or fix water pipes? Do you have to find someone else?"

"I can... but..." My heart was pounding, and I had many things I couldn't say.

(4)

One day I came home late, and as soon as I entered the door, I saw my sister squatting in the bathroom washing clothes with her hair tied up.

Her fair neck was white and flawless, with fine beads of sweat. I secretly kissed her fair neck from behind, which startled her.

My sister playfully scolded, "Why are you sneaking around like a thief? Didn't we agree you'd be back at ten?"

"I was worried it would be dangerous for you to be home alone, so I slipped away without even having a drink!" It was a university reunion that day. I told my sister it would probably end around ten, but after the meal, everyone was clamoring to go to a hotel. I wasn't interested, so I drove back to my place.

"Why are you hand-washing? Don't we have a washing machine?"

"Some pure cotton fabrics are less likely to deform if hand-washed, and washing machines don't clean them properly, so they're uncomfortable to wear!" my sister replied, her small hands still rubbing.

I saw that among the soaking clothes were several of my shirts and trousers, including my underwear stained with yellow ink, mixed together with my sister's small, lace-trimmed panties.

I stammered, "Sister! Aren't my clothes in the laundry tub in my room? I was planning to wash them myself."

"I washed all the dirty clothes when I was tidying up your room. Who knows when you'd wash them? You're so lazy!"

"But...but those are men's underwear..." I saw that the underwear my sister was rubbing was also mine. There were yellowish stains on the crotch area, the fluid from my own genitals. I couldn't help but blush and protest.

"What? Are you afraid I'll touch your underwear? I don't mind it being dirty..." A blush also crossed my sister's pretty face, but she didn't stop.

"I'm...I'm sorry! Otherwise, I'll help too." I grabbed a stool and sat down next to my sister, casually picking up one of her panties and rubbing it like she was doing.

It was a pair of pinkish-white silk panties, semi-transparent at the back, with many roses embroidered on the crotch, shimmering with a pink hue. The fabric was quite delicate. I spread them out and rubbed the faint stains inside. Thinking that these were marks left by my sister's private parts, my crotch involuntarily swelled.

My sister blushed deeply, and she said shyly, "No! That...that's dirty..."

"I don't mind being dirty! On the contrary, I love washing it!" I replied, echoing my sister's words. She scolded me, not knowing what to do. The two of us, brother and sister, finished washing all the clothes with flushed faces.

During the process, her shy face was so beautiful that I almost forgot she was my sister. I wanted to pull her into my arms, press my skin against hers, and gently touch her delicate body with my burning penis. My erect penis expressed my lust for her, but I wondered if she was as hot as I was inside her panties.

(5)

Since most of my time in the second year of graduate school is spent on writing my thesis, the workload in the first year is quite heavy, far exceeding that of my undergraduate years. I had only just become familiar with the environment and facilities of the new school when the exams and reports that followed quickly overwhelmed me.

Near the end of the year, I had a subject report on market consumer behavior that I had to submit, which included actual data from a market survey. I estimated that I would need at least one hundred valid questionnaires. During a break, I prepared the questionnaire and planned to conduct it randomly on the streets of Taipei on a day off.

To lighten the workload that day, I asked my sister to take five of the questionnaires to her office to ask her colleagues for help. My sister asked when the submission deadline was and readily agreed.

Since the questionnaires were due in class the following Thursday, I calculated that as long as I could get the questionnaires by Sunday, plus four days of analysis, organization, typing, and formatting, it wouldn't be difficult to complete the task on time.

If my sister could help with half the work, we could probably finish the questionnaire in less than half a day, leaving us with extra time to watch a movie or go for a walk. My sister loves me, she'd definitely agree.

With this plan in mind, I continued to focus on my studies, making the most of every minute at school to get home early and spend more time with my sister. I wanted to be able to spend time with her easily and comfortably at home.

I remember it was Thursday night. I didn't leave the lab until after 8 pm. It was drizzling, and the air was damp and chilly. For convenience, I didn't wear a raincoat and rode my motorcycle along Roosevelt Road. The raindrops created halos in front of my glasses, reducing visibility, so I didn't dare ride fast and only dared to stay in the motorcycle lane.

The temperature wasn't low, but the dampness brought a chill, especially with the biting night wind. I pulled my neck into my turtleneck sweater, thinking of my sister at home, and a warm feeling welled up inside me.

My sister must have eaten out before coming home, right? She would definitely take a shower first, then change into a silk two-piece nightgown, and watch TV with her bare feet tucked in. She would be nonchalant, sipping fruit tea while keeping track of the time, perhaps her half-wet hair still carrying a strong musky scent.

I laughed as I rode, because I remembered the scene of washing her underwear that day. My sister's underwear was so smooth and cute. If she wore it, it would be incredibly alluring, captivating everyone's attention. And her shyness back then, was it just sibling embarrassment? What I held in my hands was fabric that was in contact with her private parts 24/7. Didn't she feel it carried an ambiguous hint of male-female desire?

The red light came on! I stopped at the intersection in the bustling mansion area. It was a little past eight o'clock, and there were many people and cars. Cars were parked on the road, while people hid under the arcades.

Colorful umbrellas formed a sea of flowers, almost drowning out the crowded people. After the green light came on, I moved forward with the traffic, and vaguely, I thought I saw my sister in the crowd.

I peered closer to the damp arcade from the roadside. Was that woman with long, black hair, a blue woolen coat, and tight black trousers my sister? Yes! It was my sister! That round, pert, narrow bottom must be her. What was she doing on the street on such a damp and cold night?

I parked my car by the roadside and watched her from a distance. She was holding a stack of white papers, approaching passersby one by one. Most people shook her off, ignoring her. A few stopped, whispered a few words, and then left, but she persisted, asking each person one by one.

I took a few steps forward and saw that my sister's hair was wet, her bangs were wind-up, and her light blue sweater had several patches of sea blue stains. Suddenly, my nose stung with tears, and I shouted to my sister, "Sister!"

My sister heard me and waved at me while continuing to talk to the passersby. I went up to her and asked, "Sister! What are you doing?" She gave the passersby an apologetic look and replied, "Didn't you see? I'm helping you with a questionnaire!" The white paper in her hand was covered with lines of fine print—it was the questionnaire I had designed!

"You...you...on such a cold night, instead of staying at home, you're out on the street handing out questionnaires. How can I bear this..." I felt both heartache and anger. I snatched the questionnaire from her hand and pulled her hand, trying to leave.

"I was thinking that since I'm free tonight, I might as well help you finish this first..." she murmured, being pulled along by me. Before she could finish, I interrupted her loudly: "You don't know how much it hurts me to see you like this. From now on, I'll handle my own affairs; you don't need to worry about me!"

"Oh...are you angry? I was thinking that if I finish this first, you can go out with me on Saturday and Sunday!" My sister, like a child who had done something wrong, obediently followed me.

Hearing her say this, I couldn't help but burst into tears. Sister! Why are you so good to me? Why do you let me indulge in your tenderness? Aren't you afraid I'll become addicted and be doomed? Or is your love for me as deep as my love for you? I wanted to scream, to hug my sister tightly, and tell her not to spoil me with such doting affection, because it would make me misunderstand!

I wandered around for a long time, my thoughts racing, when my sister suddenly asked me, "Brother! Where are you going, wandering around like this?" I looked around and was stunned. "Yeah! Where am I going?" My sister chuckled and took my hand, leading me back. "Silly boy! The car is over here!"

Although the rain was getting heavier, I didn't feel cold at all with my sister by my side. After a few steps, my sister snuggled into my arms and whispered, "Don't get angry!" I pouted and replied, "Who's angry?"

Of course! If you understood my heart, you would know that I wasn't angry, but heartbroken!

(6)

My sister and I maintained this ambiguous relationship. Although I suspected that my sister also had romantic feelings for me, I couldn't test her, because no matter what the answer was, it would be an unbearable result for me.

I love my sister, and my sister loves me. The two of us should have been a blessed union, but the fact that the object of our affection was siblings made it an unforgivable relationship. Once I misunderstood my sister's feelings, mistaking familial affection for romantic love, I was met with even greater heartbreak.

Rather than be heartbroken or bear the stigma of incest, it was better to let things take their natural course.

Until one day, I was drinking with my professor and senior classmates to celebrate his sixtieth birthday. That night, I drank too much and could barely walk. My sister called me, and I could only mumble for her to come pick me up, because I couldn't even ride a bike. As soon as

she arrived, I collapsed onto the back seat of the car, and with the bumpy ride, I vomited all over the car and myself. I vaguely heard my sister complaining repeatedly, telling me to drink less, saying it made her sad.

When I woke up again, I was back in my room. I felt like I was sleeping in a warm, cloud-like place, with a warm current flowing over me. When I opened my eyes, I saw my sister.

My sister was holding me, her head bowed, wiping my body with a hot towel. She was so focused that she didn't notice I was awake. By the touch of her skin, I knew I was completely naked, my entire bare body pressed against her chest.

I didn't dare open my eyes, afraid she would be embarrassed if she knew I was awake. I felt the hot towel slide over my armpits, over my lower abdomen, even my penis and scrotum. Finally, she gently parted my legs and carefully wiped my buttocks.

Through her silk nightgown, I could feel her rapid breathing, her body burning hot. Her heart was restless, her desire surging. How could her mind and body be free as she caressed the naked body of a mature man?

The thought of being naked before her, while she was gently and carefully wiping me clean, made my mind race. My penis became erect. I felt embarrassed and dared not open my eyes.

My sister probably noticed too; her delicate body trembled. Seeing that I hadn't opened my eyes, she softly called out, "Ah Sheng! Ah Sheng! Are you awake?" Her rapid heartbeat pounded against my arm.

I didn't open my eyes. My sister held her breath for a long time, then suddenly gently grasped my penis and said softly, "You're still so naughty even when you're drunk! You scared me to death! If you woke up, I really wouldn't know what to do." Her warm little hand held my penis firmly, so smooth and slippery. The more comfortable I felt, the harder my penis became. I really wanted to jump up and hug my sister, forgetting all about incest and twisted love.

My sister held my hand for a long time before her breathing gradually calmed down. Suddenly she sighed, "Oh! Can I tell you I love you? Good heavens! You're my brother, my own brother... I... what should I do?"

I felt my eyes welling up and my heart warm. I finally knew that my sister loved me. It wasn't sibling love, but romantic love. A sister could caress every inch of her brother's skin, even his private parts and anus, without a care. That transcended the kinship that siblings should have; it was a sincere and profound love.

With joy, I fell asleep again. Because I had drunk quite a bit of alcohol, pretending to sleep easily turned into real sleep. It was better to be asleep, though. There were some things I needed to think about carefully, so that embarrassment, awkwardness, or impulsiveness wouldn't hinder my love for my sister.

(7)

Now that I knew my sister's feelings for me, how could I let her know my heart?

For the next few days, I was faced with the biggest dilemma of my life. I desperately wanted to confess my feelings to my sister, yet I feared that a sudden confession would stir up trouble and cause her to flee in panic. Everything required preparation, but where was the limit of that preparation? Was I destined to suffer this torment day after day?

The torment itself was bearable; the worst part was facing the person I loved every day, knowing she loved me and I loved her, yet unable to take things further. The desire I deliberately suppressed was like a time bomb bound to my body, destined to explode, disintegrate, and shatter one day.

My outward appearance was human, but my heart was slowly transforming into a beast.

My sister started blushing more easily! An ambiguous atmosphere formed between us. She still cooked a lavish four-dish-and-soup dinner every day, while I came home more punctually each day. After dinner, my sister, as usual, would shower first and then curl up on the sofa to watch TV, while I spent less time reading and became more interested in watching my sister.

The beast forming within me gradually compelled me to commit shameful acts.

I started showering right after my sister, then, wearing only a tight-fitting thong and a t-shirt, I moved around in front of her. Sometimes I sat opposite her, staring at her; sometimes I sat right next to her, my thighs pressed tightly against her pink legs.

I was seducing my sister, and she was seducing me too. Before, I wouldn't have dared to think too much about her dressed like this; it was considered comfortable. Now, knowing she loved me deeply, I saw her as a young woman, and her alluring appearance—half-revealed in her thong, her body faintly scented—was definitely tempting me.

A predatory beast lurked within us, forcing us to walk a tightrope; one wrong step, and we would both perish!

Looking at my sister with the eyes of a woman, she was beautiful! Beautiful enough to make one's blood boil, beautiful enough to make one's heart pound. Sitting in front of her, I could see her glistening shoulders and rounded breasts beneath her thin-strapped nightgown. Though only half of one was visible, it was a captivating pink. The soft fabric seemed ready to reveal her nipples, like ripe dates.

My sister, however, preferred to watch TV with her legs tucked in, knees drawn up. She must have done it on purpose; no matter how much she pulled her knee-length skirt, it couldn't conceal her alluring figure. Although she wore underwear, the fabric crotch was so thin it barely covered her narrow vulva , adding to the obscenity.

My sister couldn't be unaware of my reaction. Every time she saw the beautiful cleavage outlined by that narrow mound of flesh, my underwear would bulge, like a swollen sausage suddenly appearing between my legs, attracting attention. And yet, she could still talk to me, speaking slowly and deliberately with a flushed face.

I always gave in and retreated to my room, trying to suppress my erection.

Finally, one time I couldn't resist anymore. The burning lust consumed my reason, and the ferocious beast tore at my soul. I turned and hugged my sister, my chest pressing against her soft breasts, my penis pressed against the deep cleavage.

I gasped for breath, my sister's fiery body throbbing. She paused in my arms for a moment, then gently asked, "Brother! What's wrong?" Caught off guard, I blurted out, "Sister smells so good! She's so beautiful!" before fleeing back to my room.

I knew my sister was waiting for me to confront her! If I saw her as a woman, then a man should take the initiative, no longer letting my sister dictate everything. As for the uncertain future between us, and the societal condemnation and guilt regarding incest, that should be my responsibility. But if I ran away, she would still be my sister.

I wouldn't shirk my responsibilities as a man. I deeply love my sister and want to give her a gentle yet strong shoulder to lean on; I just wasn't ready yet.

In the days that followed, I avoided my sister. Sometimes I was busy in the research lab until the wee hours, and sometimes I would exchange a few words with her before quickly retreating to my room.

My sister knew about my inner conflict, because her inner struggle was no less than mine. She still spoke to me with concern whenever she saw me, her tone as usual, but her worried expression was subtly visible. I knew she saw this problem as a test of our love, a preventative measure against future hardships.

Love began to blossom in childhood, but only in adulthood did it take root. Its authenticity is irrelevant; it fills our hearts. Yet, its reality can only be judged by a simple binary: in reality, it's a flourishing, lifelong commitment; in illusion, a fleeting dream, forever buried in our hearts.

For us, it was a choice without failure. No matter how deep the pit, it was up to us to jump in!

I knew the biggest obstacle was the conflict and disintegration of our family relationships caused by our sibling relationship. This involved the obstruction of elders, the condemnation of public opinion, and the genetic abnormalities of offspring. The fact that consanguineous marriage easily leads to intellectually disabled children is a proven fact, both in practice and medically. Everyone would use this as a reason to criticize and scorn me.

But I love my sister! Without her, I might never have wanted to marry, and how would I have children? Besides, with her, I could adopt orphans, raising and nurturing them with complete love. A prosperous family in the future would not be a dream!

As for how our parents and society viewed us, there was only one solution: escape! If we flee to remote and impoverished areas, or to foreign lands, who will know that we are siblings?

But can I do it? Would my sister be willing? How can our parents bear the loss of two children?

(8)

One weekend morning in December, my sister was at work while I was at home working on a report. The doorbell rang, and I opened the door to find Ah-Jie. I invited him to sit in the living room.

"My sister isn't here! It's a weekend, and she has to go to work." I made Ah-Jie a cup of coffee.

"No! I came to see you!"

"See me? What's wrong?" I asked curiously.

"Xiao-Xin has rarely gone on dates with me since you moved in! When I asked her if she had a new boyfriend, she wouldn't tell me. Can you tell me?" Ah-Jie lit a cigarette, his eyes looking a little forlorn.

"No way! She stays home all weekend, she probably doesn't have time to date a new boyfriend!"

"But I've noticed she's been radiant lately, smiling much more. I can't help but suspect something. Is there some happy occasion at your home lately? That's why she's so happy."

"No! Hmm… I guess it's because I come over to keep her company and tell her jokes that she's getting prettier!"

"Oh! I see! Then I misunderstood her. Actually, Xiao Xin is a really gentle and virtuous girl. Not only is she beautiful and intelligent, but most importantly, she has a strong sense of family. Whoever marries her will have a truly fulfilling life. But she's so aloof and indifferent towards me. I really don't know what to do to make her like me." Ah Jie sighed.

"I understand! Even I, her younger brother, can't figure her out." Yes! I also don't understand why my sister loves me, her younger brother?

"I've never seen a sister dote on her brother like this. Sometimes I think you're her man, and I'm just her follower." Seeing my silence, he continued, "You know what? I've known her for over six months, and most of our conversations revolve around you. Like how she took you to the stream to catch oysters when you were little, and you'd follow her around with a basin, picking them up; how you got a beating from your father for stealing mangoes from the neighbor for her; and how you were in a motorcycle accident with her on the back, and you shielded her with your body, getting injured yourself while she was unharmed… She's told me so much. Now I probably know more about your childhood than you do."

I felt a sweet warmth in my heart, and I was speechless. He looked at me and sighed, "Sigh! Sometimes I really think she lives for you. When she goes shopping, she always goes to the men's section, not to buy me, but for you. When she finally holds up clothes to me, she's actually measuring your size. When we go to fun places, she carefully memorizes the locations..." "Points, details, she said she'd bring you next time. Once she insisted I queue up to buy her tickets to a Ricky and Martin concert. I queued all morning, thinking she wanted me to go with her, but the tickets were for you! I got angry with her, and she said I was petty, getting angry with my own brother. I… I don't know what to do!"

He frowned, exhaling smoke. "Sometimes I envy you so much, having all of Xiao Xin's love. If I were you, I'd love her with my whole life, even if it meant being accused of incest. After all, she's such a rare woman!" Seeing my face flush and pale, he quickly explained, "I was just saying that casually. How could I be you? And how could you love your own sister?"

I thought he'd guessed the unusual relationship between me and my sister, and my heart skipped a beat. Luckily, he was just joking. I couldn't help but smile and say, "It's okay! Maybe you haven't tried hard enough. If you just try harder, even a stone can be moved!"

"Yes! That would be best, but I always feel you're my biggest rival. With you in the world, Xiao Xin can't possibly love me. Do you want me to kill you... haha... kill you... hahaha..." Seeing I didn't laugh, he could only laugh self-deprecatingly.

I didn't know how to answer, so I just gave him a bitter smile.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little strange. Realizing he had misspoke, he quickly stood up and apologized: "I'm sorry! I misspoke! Because I'm so jealous of you. Your sister loves you so much, you must treat her well in the future. She's not young anymore, how much of her youth can she waste?" After saying that, he gave me a meaningful look and left.

"She's not young anymore, how much of her youth can she waste?" These thirteen words were like a boulder thrown into the lake of my heart, stirring up waves that rippled gently and lingered for a long time. I knew he meant that I shouldn't monopolize my sister's love for too long, leaving room for other men to pursue her. But I suddenly remembered that my sister was approaching thirty, how much time did she have left to waste with me?

She can live for me, so why can't I live for him? Her waiting undoubtedly shows that she has already given up everything. No matter how big the storm! With my sister by my side, I have no regrets in this life.

At this moment, I finally made up my mind.

(9)

As Christmas approached, I decided to confess my feelings to my sister on Christmas Eve. Special things must be done on special days, which will make the memories more profound.

"Sister! Do you have a date on Christmas Eve?" One night, my sister and I were watching TV on the sofa. I deliberately sat close to her and asked her.

"Ah Jie asked me to go out for dinner and dancing. Do you want to come with me?"

"Wouldn't that be an extra third wheel? It would be so annoying!" I was referring to Ah Jie as the third wheel.

"No way! It would be more fun with you. Don't you have any girls to go out with?"

"Yes! I was just thinking of asking..." I looked at my sister with ill intent.

My sister said with a hint of disappointment, "Oh... I don't know if I'll go out with Ah-Jie. Maybe I'll just stay home and watch TV."

I grabbed my sister's hand and said, word by word, "Sis! I want to ask you out. I wonder if you could spare some time for me?"

My sister paused for a moment, then giggled and said, "Ask me out? You're all grown up and still clinging to your sister like this. No wonder you can't find a girlfriend."

I looked directly into my sister's dark eyes and said seriously, "Sister! I've thought about this for a long time. If there's one woman worth my effort in arranging programs for, it's you. As for other girls, I'd rather stay home and watch TV." After a pause, I asked sincerely, "Can I stay with you? Just you and me!"

For a moment, my sister was speechless. A joyful smile bloomed on her face, but her eyes showed hesitation. I knew she was torn between morality and love. I didn't urge her; I just held her hand tightly.

At that moment, even the noisy television couldn't suppress our pounding hearts.

"Tell me, how should I politely refuse A-Jie?" After a long while, my sister finally spoke. Although she didn't say it explicitly, the meaning was crystal clear.

I didn't answer because I knew my sister always handled these kinds of things very well.

(10)

Although I often went out with my sister, I didn't know her feelings back then. I just thought she was very fond of me, so I hid my love for her and restricted my behavior to conform to the rules of sibling etiquette. This time, I hoped that our date with my sister would be intimate like lovers and romantic like lovers. Most importantly, I wanted to make this night a new milestone in our sibling relationship.

I booked a Christmas dinner at the hotel, planned a night out, and even ordered ninety-nine roses, specifying that they must be delivered to the hotel on Christmas Eve.

I finally looked forward to Christmas. I took a shower and dressed neatly before driving my sister's car to the car wash. When I came back, my sister was already dressed up. When she came out of the room, the whole living room was almost lit up.

My sister had put a lot of thought into her outfit. She wore a black turtleneck, a silver jacket, a Scottish kilt, and white knee-high boots. Her face was silver, making her look playful and cute, full of Christmas spirit.

"Aren't you cold?" I asked with a smile, noticing my sister's bare legs.

"Would you let me get cold?" My sister grabbed her purse, took my hand, and we went out.

It was a mild winter day; the temperature wasn't low at all. We even saw fashionable girls on the street wearing crop tops, showing no signs of the dead of winter

. The Christmas dinner was delicious, and my sister ate more than usual. There was a piano and violin performance, playing familiar love songs. Normally, I just find them pleasant to listen to, but on this night, every song sounded exceptionally romantic.

When the waiter handed my sister a large bouquet of roses, her face beamed with happiness.

"Sister! Merry Christmas!" I said.

"Did you give them to me?" my sister asked with a smile.

"Who else could it be but me?"

"Why give your sister flowers for Christmas? Isn't that a waste?"

I put the roses on the chair and solemnly told her, "Not at all! I'm not giving them to you, sister. I'm giving them to Xiao Xin, to my dearest Xiao Xin."

"Xiao Xin?" My sister's eyes were a little blank.

"Yes! It's you, my Xiao Xin. Today I must tell you, I love you!" At this moment, I finally revealed the feelings that had been hidden deep in my heart for so long.

My heart was pounding, and time almost stopped. I knew what would follow the confession: societal condemnation, moral lashes, and an even longer road of love. But I chose to move forward, to move forward without hesitation. When those words were spoken, there was no turning back.

Fear flashed in my sister's eyes: "No, no, no... I know you love your sister, and of course, your sister loves you, her brother..." I knew she was avoiding the question, so I interrupted her and said loudly, "I don't love my sister, I love you as a woman, just like a man loves a woman. I want to have you, cherish you, and take care of you!"

"Oh! No! That won't do! I'm your sister, and I can only ever be your sister. Forget what you said, and I'll pretend I didn't hear you." My sister's face suddenly turned deathly pale.

"I don't want to! I've loved you since I was little. With you by my side, no other woman can catch my eye. If every man has a place in his heart called his best partner, then you are my best partner. I love seeing you smile, seeing you deep in thought, seeing your charmingly focused expression. When we were in college, we were separated by distance, and I suffered for four years. If I don't tell you today, I will suffer for the rest of my life!"

"But how can you love me? How can I accept you? Blood ties are indelible evidence. They will oppress us for life, suffocating us, and the accusations from others will make us even more unacceptable to the world." My sister said softly.

"I don't care about any of that! I only know that if I miss today, I will never have another chance. God! You're almost thirty, and I'm almost twenty-four. Can I just watch the woman I love marry someone else without trying to stop her? If you found a man you truly love, that would be fine, but I know you haven't, Xiao Xin! Can you deny that you love me?" I held my sister's trembling hand tightly and looked at her deeply.

Tears welled in my sister's eyes. She lowered her head and stammered, "Then...you woke up that night?"

"Yes! Knowing your feelings, sister, I was so happy. From that day on, I wanted to confess every day, but I was just as afraid and hesitant. I was afraid you wouldn't have the courage to defy societal norms with me, and I worried about how to endure the uncertain future. The worst part was, every day when you wore your pajamas and watched TV with me, I had an urge to hold you tight. I craved your body, craved to be one with you. I loved you madly!"

"I don't know...I didn't mean to..."

"Do you love me?" I interrupted her, asking again.

My sister's pale face gradually regained its rosy hue. She nodded and said, "Love! But...but..."

"There are no buts! As long as you love me and I love you, there is no difficulty in this world that we cannot overcome, and we will have a place for each other. Believe me, no matter how hard life gets in the future, I will give you endless happiness." I reached out my hand, waiting for my sister to entrust her life to me. My

sister stared into my eyes, her gaze traversing spring, summer, autumn, and winter, finally the bright sun driving away the cold winter, courage overcoming hesitation. She placed her small hand in my palm and said softly, "I don't know if this is right or wrong? But isn't this what I've always wanted? To entrust my life to the one I love most and spend my whole life with him." As she spoke, a smile returned to her face, and she said with a smile, "You're so naughty! You pretended to be asleep when you woke up that day, making me worry for days, afraid that you would bring it up, then I...I was so embarrassed!" Her gentle anger and coquettishness were no longer the way my sister was.

"What are you shy about? You'll be touching it a thousand times and ten thousand times in the future..." Before I could finish speaking, my sister covered my mouth and said shyly, "Don't say it... I'm not used to it yet!" Seeing the shyness on my sister's face, I didn't say anything more and continued eating.

The sibling affection suddenly turned into romantic love. This change seemed too big, and we couldn't help but feel awkward and flustered. Although it was undeniable that there was already love in our hearts, the impact of expressing it in words and bringing it to the surface was really not small.

After that, my sister and I talked less, and we blushed easily.

(11)

After the meal, my sister obediently let me lead her into the car. We drove along the Danjin Highway to Jinshan, and then along the Yangjin Highway back to Yangmingshan. During the long journey, we gradually adapted to our new relationship and started talking and laughing again. After all, this was what we had been longing for.

It was already past 2 a.m. when we came down from Yangmingshan, which was about the time I had estimated. Without asking my sister, I drove into the motel and led her into the room.

I said, "I'm tired! Let's take a nap. We can go to the hot springs tomorrow."

My sister probably knew what was coming next. She lowered her head, her cheeks flushed, grabbed a towel, and went into the bathroom to shower. I sat on the edge of the bed smoking, my heart pounding.

The waiting time was filled with anticipation and awkwardness. We fell silent again, with an ambiguous atmosphere lingering. Finally, after we finished showering and returned to bed, I hugged my sister in my underwear and broke the silence, asking her, "Xiao Xin! You bought my underwear, and you washed it too, you know? Whenever I lie quietly, I can always feel your hands on my body." "

Mmm!" my sister replied, her head lowered.

"And tonight I can truly feel you on my body, flesh and blood, so real." I whispered in her ear, "Xiao Xin! Is it okay? I want you tonight!"

My sister blushed and hesitated, saying, "I'm scared... Can we just sleep holding each other, like when we were little..."

I knew she was trying to escape again, afraid of falling into the quagmire of taboo, but I wouldn't allow her to. I gently pulled off the towel binding her, revealing her pair of radiant, white breasts.

I took her erect nipple into my mouth, and my sister trembled, goosebumps rising on her skin. I took off my underwear, naked, and hugged my sister, my penis between her legs. My sister

's body trembled, and I took a moment to speak gently, "Xin! Don't deceive yourself, let your heart decide our actions." My penis was between her labia majora, and a hot breath emanated from it.

"Kiss me first! Give me courage, give me the feeling of love," my sister said, wrapping her pink legs around my body and tightly holding my chest with her small hands.

I had wanted to kiss her for a long time. Ever since I was eleven or twelve and understood the ways of men and women, I had longed to kiss my sister every day, not just a peck on the cheek, but a long kiss on the lips—a hot and spicy wet kiss. My sister's lips were small and upturned, and I always fantasized about what it tasted like inside. Now I finally got my wish.

The taste was sweet and fragrant, smooth and sticky. I kissed her for a long time until my sister was hot and weak all over, while my penis was already sharpened and ready to be released. I parted our lips and said to my sister, "Now let me take a good look at my lover. I want to see every part of her body, as familiar as my own."

"No! I'll be embarrassed!" my sister said shyly. I gently pushed her away and carefully admired her beautiful body, while she, shy, grabbed a pillow and covered her face.

My sister's body was supple and boneless, her entire body a uniform milky color, without a trace of sun damage. Her breasts were small and perky, her waist slender and taut, and especially her long, straight, pink legs, perfectly set against her rounded buttocks, outlining a beautiful curve.

Her pubic hair was fine and thick, covering most of her vulva. I gently lifted my legs, and a pair of full mounds of flesh appeared before my eyes, the brown labia majora shielding the bright red inner walls, both glistening with love juice.

"Don't keep looking! It's weird..." came her muffled voice from under the pillow.

"How can I remember what it looks like if I don't look at it first?" I not only looked, but I also put my mouth over and sucked the ever-increasing amount of lustful fluid along the gradually swelling labia.

My sister's body jerked again, pleading, "Ah! Don't...it's dirty...come...come and hug me..."

I sucked for a moment, my emotions heightened by the realization that this was my sister's private parts. I wanted to enter this long-awaited paradise as soon as possible, yet I feared that entering too early would desecrate this sacred moment. After all, I had endured so much hardship to make love with my sister. During those dreary four years of university, how many times had I thought of my sister to the point of burning with desire, needing to use cold water to quell the fire? How many times had I longed for my sister to appear before me, yet could not? So I used studying hard to dispel my longing, suppressing my desire with self-reproach. But today, all of that was in the past. My sister's body was unfolding before me.

I shed hot tears, my tongue desperately searching for my lost youth within my sister's vagina. Youth will not return, but my sister loves me; what does it matter if I lose my youth?

As I sucked wantonly, my sister twisted her body incessantly, letting out muffled moans from her nose. At first, she would avoid me, but gradually she gave up struggling and arched her back to meet me. Her wet, sticky love juice made her labia glisten with a wanton glow.

"Oh... good little brother... you've made your sister so horny... so wanton... I actually miss you so much... I really want you to fuck me... oh... little brother... fuck me... fuck your sister... even if the sky falls... I still want you to fuck me..." My sister pushed away the pillow and looked at me with her beautiful, shimmering eyes.

My penis was already numb and itchy, and the fire in my lower abdomen had turned into a burning desire. Grabbing my sister's pink legs, I inserted the head of my penis between her wet labia. In an instant, her two large labia enveloped my penis, and a wonderful suction spread through my nerves. I tilted my head back and let out a soft roar: "Even if there is no tomorrow, I can't not fuck my sister... oh... my good sister..." The wet and slippery passage allowed my penis to enter halfway, and the pleasurable feeling quickly filled my crotch.

"Ah... little brother... a little deeper... to my deepest part... yes... press tight... let me know you're inside me... ah... so good... ah... my good husband... fuck me... fuck your sister... fuck your slutty wife!" My sister tightly wrapped her legs around me, letting me penetrate to the deepest part of her vagina.

I pressed against the warm pad of her cervix, and panted while holding my sister's hot body. A clear tear slid down my sister's cheek as she said shyly, "Now I'm not your sister anymore, I'm your wife, your slutty wife. I'll never turn back, because I've waited too long for this moment!"

"Come on! Little brother! Make up for neglecting your sister for nine years! Make love once a week, at least four hundred times in nine years, you can't miss a single one..." My sister shyly thrust her fragrant buttocks, her vagina swaying with my penis inside.

"Oh...why...why nine years...and not ten?" A sweet sensation washed over me. I wrapped my arms around her firm, fragrant buttocks, thrusting my penis forward with force, panting as I asked her.

"Ah...good...good little brother, don't you know...it was...oh...it was...nine years ago, in that car accident...that I started to fall in love with you...ah...ah...so good...that time you had multiple fractures...and I was fine...staying by your bedside...um...I knew then...that I could never leave you...ah...ah..." My sister told me, her words broken and strained, as she suppressed her pleasure.

That year, I was fifteen, and my sister was twenty, both in university. After colliding with a truck, we fell to the side of the road. Instinctively, I clung to my sister, rolling around many times. I ended up with severe fractures in my arms and legs, spending a month in the hospital. Perhaps it's in times of crisis that true love is revealed. Subconsciously, without hesitation, I unknowingly revealed my secret.

"Yes! I...I've secretly loved you for so long...since high school...since my teens...I've wanted to hold you...want to protect you...and even more, I want to fuck you...like this, going in and out of your body...oh...sister...I want to do this...let your most wanton love juice flow all over my penis...oh..." I thrust in and out quickly, my penis embedded in the bright red vaginal flesh, going in and out, the shaft already covered with a layer of sticky, glistening moisture.

"Oh...ah...so numb...it's so numb...I dream about your body...ah ah...it's your cock...your cock...you use your cock to fuck me hard...make me hurt...make me unable to bear it...ah ah...that's it...ah wu wu...wu...my uterus has so much love juice stored for you...for you...ah ah ah...ah!" My sister arched her body hysterically, drenched in fragrant sweat, panting heavily, her small hands spread wide, her jade buttocks welcoming my thrusts.

I held her beautiful, fragrant buttocks, which I had longed for, and thrust wildly. Her juices splashed onto my thighs, and my scrotum slapped against her labia. The air was filled with the wanton sounds of our genitals kissing. I was completely lost in desire, my lust reaching its peak. I bent down and bit her erect, fleshy nipple, pushing my penis with all my might to the very front of her vagina.

"Oh...ah...brother's cock is so big...ah...ahh...so good...sister can't take it anymore...ah...uh...I can't...ahh...I can't...sister can't control it...oh...I'm flying...I'm flying!" The sister babbled incoherently, her vagina tightening, a cold sweat seeping from her pinkish-white skin.

Thrust, swelling, dam breaking, gushing...finally, boundless, endless pleasure, wave after wave, like falling from the clouds, or ascending to ecstasy, a small pebble instantly creating ripples across a lake, swallowing me whole in an instant.

I held my sister, bobbing up and down, hot streams slapping against my penis, seeping out from the crevice of our tightly joined bodies. My sister seemed to have fainted, her hair disheveled, her whole body flushed, a blissful smile on her face

. After a long while, I whispered in her ear, "Xiao Xin! Do you know what I like most about you?" My sister half-opened her starry eyes and shook her head weakly. I said, "It's what's holding me right now!"

"What is it?"

I shook it twice and said with a smile, "It's your butt!"

"Don't...don't move! It hurts!" My sister quickly grabbed my buttocks, stopping me.

"You know what? Ever since you went to college, you've always liked wearing skirts. Your butt is so round and perky, so small and cute, it's so alluring. I don't even dare to look at it, because I get

all sorts of wild thoughts. So when I go out with you, I don't dare to walk behind you, for fear of getting a nosebleed!" My sister chuckled, pushed me away, turned around, and her butt was right in front of me. I saw her looking at me with seductive eyes and said, "How about it? I'm going to seduce you and seduce you to death, how about it?" Her firm, fragrant buttocks trembled, and her crotch was wet with semen, which flowed all over her lower body.

How could I resist such temptation? Like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep, I pounced on her. I made love to my sister four times that night.

(12)

The next day, I opened the door to my room and found Ah Jie sitting on the flower bed. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked tired. He must have not slept all night.

Upon seeing the two of us, he rushed up to us, angrily saying, "You... how could you two do such a thing? I was just saying it casually that day, I never expected... I never expected..."

My sister's face turned pale the moment she saw Ah-Jie, and she gasped, "What are you doing here?" Her small hand, which was holding mine, trembled violently.

"You canceled our date yesterday, which made me so sad. When I asked you why, you wouldn't tell me. The more I thought about it, the more indignant I became. Last night, I waited outside your house, following you all night. I knew Ah-Sheng was with you, but I don't understand why you would abandon me for a younger brother. A boyfriend and a younger brother can coexist! It wasn't until you went into the motel that I suddenly understood," Ah-Jie said dejectedly.

"Don't you know the consequences of incest between siblings? It's an incestuous act, illegal and unacceptable by society, and it will produce an idiot son!" He took a heavy breath and continued, "Xiao Xin! Even though you've done this, I still love you as much as ever. Don't be foolish anymore, pull back from the brink! Just consider it a momentary lapse of judgment. As long as you turn back, I won't mind anything!" He reached out his hand and said with difficulty, "Just treat it as a nightmare!"

I tightly grasped my sister's hand, feeling her emotions shift from agitation to calm. She nestled into my arms and said resolutely, "Ah Jie! You know my love for my brother! It's romantic love, not familial love. I've been waiting for him since I was little, preparing to be his woman. Now I've finally achieved my wish, we love each other deeply. Don't you want to see me find the man I love and find true happiness?"

"That won't bring happiness!"

"No! As long as two hearts belong to each other, that's happiness! Ah Jie! Let it go! Bless us! You're a good catch, you'll definitely find a better woman."

Ah Jie stood there blankly, his hands clenched tightly, his expression unfathomable. After a long while, he finally opened his fists and said quietly, "Alright! I wish you well, but... but where can I find a woman as good as you?" Before he finished speaking, he had already disappeared at the end of the passageway.

"Oh ho... Sister! I love you so much!"

I picked up my sister and spun her around in the garden under the winter sun. Her long hair flew like beads, her Scottish kilt bloomed like flowing clouds. Flowers, beads, and flowing clouds all swirled in my eyes. Although I can't find a woman as good as you, you're right here beside me.

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