My sister and me

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My mother divorced my father before I even started elementary school. My father was a
released and a chronic alcoholic. When he was drunk, he would vomit on the bedside or urinate in the closet.
When he wasn't so drunk, he was even worse, either cursing or hitting people. My mother wanted to leave him early on,
but he threatened her with his beatings. When I was almost six years old, my father was sentenced to a year and
a half in prison for the second time. She started an affair with her boss and decided to divorce him.

This was in the 1980s, and the prison system and court trials didn't really care about protecting or
caring for prisoners. They just sent a letter to the prison informing my father, and then
the divorce . My mother abandoned me with my father as if she were escaping from hell, even
leaving behind my sister, who was awarded to her custody, and the house that belonged to her. She went south with her new man. Although I was six years old at the time, I didn't understand many things, and I only had a vague feeling

about these adult matters . They didn't leave any deep memories in my mind. My older sister, who felt I had grown up a bit, told me
these things in several installments after I started junior high. 　　The events after their divorce are more vivid in my memory. For example, after my father he lost his job and couldn't find a new one, so he spent his days drinking heavily and beating and verbally abusing my sister and me. Later, he often wore the clothes he wore when he was a manager before his first prison sentence, and would go out for long periods, sometimes not returning for days at a time. When he did return, he would bring back some money. Later, I found out he was defrauding people. 　　The rest of the story is quite natural; my father, not a criminal genius or a seasoned con artist, was quickly caught by the police, in less than a year. This time, the sentence was much heavier; even with some reduction, he still had to serve six years in prison. When he went to prison for the third time, I had just turned seven. I watched as the police arrested him as I walked home from elementary school. 　　From then on, my sister, who was eleven years older than me, and I depended on each other for survival. My older sister was born before my parents got married. At that time, my mother was still a vocational school student, not even seventeen years old. She was seduced by my handsome father's words and gifts in a small prefab house , and she became pregnant with my sister immediately. My parents, both underage, even had their marriage certificate obtained secretly through connections. They didn't have a wedding banquet, and they didn't even inform . 　　My sister grew up, and I was born. She inherited my mother's large breasts, shapely hips, and fair skin, as well as my father's good looks. Even when I was just starting elementary school, I would secretly peek through the crack in the bathroom door when she came home for vacation, watching her shower. I would see her round, firm breasts, her her sparsely haired vulva, barely visible in the mist. 　　Later, my father suddenly fell ill and died in prison. The money the family had secretly transferred before his imprisonment was almost gone. From then on, when I was in second or third grade, I rarely saw my sister 's . She always had a tightly furrowed brow, and a cloud of sorrow always hung over her pretty face. This melancholy even made me, who at the time didn't understand matters of the heart and whose mere peeping at her while she bathed was just out of curiosity, want to hug her and hold her tightly in my arms. 　　But, miraculously, my sister managed to pay for her university tuition and our living expenses. My sister attended a university in the city, and every weekend or on days without required classes, she would rush back home from the other side of the city to buy groceries, cook for me, and do my laundry (including my underwear and socks). She would even scrub my back. Although I didn't understand matters of the heart at the time, I would always lean forward while she scrubbed my , trying to get my head and body close to her nipples, which were faintly visible under her thin nightgown. 　　That summer, when I was about to start junior high and she was about to graduate from university, my sister was washing my arms. I looked at her nipples peeking out from her sheer pajamas and pubic hair sticking out of her lace panties, and I let out a heavy sigh. My penis, much thicker and longer than most boys my age, quickly became erect , the veins bulging and very noticeable, even a drop of fluid seeping from the engorged, red glans. On a whim, I reached over and grabbed one of my sister's breasts, kneading it vigorously. My sister pushed me away, staring at me with utter astonishment for a long time, almost ten seconds, until my embarrassment and lust quickly subsided, and my penis went . Seeing my once-aggressive penis turn into a limp one, my sister couldn't help but laugh, then turned and went inside. But afterwards, she never scrubbed my back again, not even a back rub. 　　After my sister graduated from university, she said she found a job and had to live in the company dormitory, so she could only come back to see me once every week or two. I, only in junior high school, was forced to gradually learn to cook , make soup, haggle at the market, and even how to withdraw money from my sister's savings account. 　　But even though the time my sister and I spent together decreased, and even after when she never stayed at home again, only returning for a day at most, my deep feelings for her didn't diminish at all. With my first health class in junior high, spent amidst the laughter and chatter of my classmates, and my first nocturnal emission in the second semester of my second year, my desire for my sister grew stronger and stronger. 　　Ever since my first erotic dream, my sexual fantasies have always revolved around my older sister. More than once in my dreams, I've fondled her round, large breasts, forcefully thrusting my painfully hard penis into the mysterious cave hidden between her pubic hair, filling and stretching her vagina, and finally ejaculating inside . But every time I wake up, all I can do is quickly wash off to prevent them from turning into large yellowish patches. 　　During the summer after my middle school entrance exams, I noticed my sister had become much quieter. The smiles that had returned after had faded again. Twice when she came home, I even smelled alcohol on her , something that had never happened before, because my father was a heavy drinker, and my sister herself had a deep aversion to alcohol.

She vehemently opposed alcohol, never drinking herself and forbidding me from drinking any kind of alcohol.

The third time she returned home, she not only smelled of alcohol but also carried a can of beer.
Ignoring my worried gaze and soft questions, she went to the balcony alone, leaned on
the railing and gazed into the distance. Worried, I followed her onto the balcony and softly asked again,

"Sister, what...what's wrong? You're so different from before. I...I'm so worried about you
."

She turned around, looking at me with watery, hazy eyes, her cheeks
flushed like clouds reflected in the morning sun. Combined with her misty eyes and the low-cut
, blue-and-white halter-neck dress that barely covered her nipples,
revealing I was almost stunned. I forgot what I wanted to say, just
staring blankly at her hemispherical breasts and the almost entirely white thighs exposed beneath her short skirt.

Seeing me standing there like a dazed goose, staring at her blankly, my sister chuckled
. But when I seemed oblivious to her laughter and continued to stare intently at her body, she was a little
surprised and asked, "Hmm? What's wrong?"

At that moment, I didn't know what I was thinking, and I just blankly replied, "Sister, sister...
you... you're so beautiful, I like you so much... I like you so much."

Hearing my confession-like words, my sister threw down her beer bottle, burst into laughter
several times, then wiped away her tears and asked, "Little brother, do you really like your sister? You really like your sister's body, don't
you?"

By this time, I had recovered from my daze, and although I was embarrassed and astonished, I still honestly answered, "Yes,
I like you, sister, I like you, I especially like you. I've always wanted to see you naked, sister,
and even hold you in my arms when you're completely naked!" At first, I spoke softly, but later I
shouted loudly.

"Really? Are you sure what you're saying is what you truly feel?" my sister asked loudly.

"Of course it's true! I want you to show me, sister! I want to see your breasts, your thighs, your
buttocks, and your pussy! I want them all!" I shouted loudly. Anyway, there had
never being demolished. It was already late mid-1990s,
and all the neighbors on the adjacent floors had moved to new apartments in the new complex. The place was either filled with
elderly people who rarely went downstairs, living on the fifth or sixth floors, or short-term renters. They
didn't know each other, or even the original residents like me. Even if they overheard, they wouldn't spread it, especially since they were all
at work and rarely home.

Hearing my words, my sister started crying for some reason. Just as I was about to go over and
wipe the tears from her delicate face, she laughed—not a loud laugh, but a seductive smile with
upturned , without making a sound.

"Do you really want it? Then I'll give it to you, I'll show you my body. Just wait a
moment 'll give you my whole body right now..." With that, my sister turned to face me at the balcony doorway, slid the two straps of her dress off her shoulders, and then reached behind her back, unhooking her
light pink bra , revealing her two snow-white, full breasts. The color of her nipples was no longer the pink of when I was little, nor was it the deep, dark black like those middle-aged female teachers at my school who wore ill-fitting bras and whose nipples would show when they bent over. Instead, it had turned a brownish color, somewhat like chocolate mixed with milk, which looked quite harmonious against her fair skin. 　　Seeing me staring at her breasts in a daze, my sister couldn't help but chuckle, "Hehe~" She walked over raised her arm, and patted my head, saying, "So, what do you think? Isn't my body beautiful?" After I nodded without saying a word, she added, "Then come closer and take a look." As she spoke, she deliberately thrust her chest forward , bringing it close to my lowered head, my nose almost touching her nipples. 　　Stimulated by those white, round breasts, my breathing became heavy, and I made panting and swallowing sounds. Involuntarily, I reached out to hug my sister and pull her completely into my arms. But my outstretched hand was blocked by my sister. "Can't hold back anymore? Wait, I'll take off all my clothes and let you see enough." As she spoke, she was about to completely pull off her skirt, which was already half-undone but stopped by the waist design , but I grabbed her buttocks with one hand and pulled her hand towards the house with the other. 　　"Sister, no! Don't take off your clothes on the balcony! I want to see your body, I want your body to belong only to me, I don't want anyone else to see your naked body." Hearing my words, my sister obediently let me pull her into the house. In front of the sofa in the living room, her skirt fell to the ground, and my sister was only wearing a pair of pink and light blue striped thongs. 　　At this moment, my sister chuckled and said, "Little brother, if you want to see my body, you have to take your clothes off first. Otherwise, it's not fair if I let you see everything but you won't let me. I haven't given you a bath in a long time, so hurry up and take your clothes off so I can see what your body looks like now." 　　My hands trembled with excitement as . My sister looked at my thick, hard penis, which had become erect because of her white, naked body and her round, gently jiggling breasts. She covered her mouth with her hand and chuckled several times. Then she leaned over and gently stroked the middle of my erect penis with her left hand, before looking up and asking: 　　"Hey~ little brother, what's wrong? Are you getting excited because of your sister?" 　　As I nodded in affirmation and reached out to touch her breasts, my sister squatted down, placing her other hand around the base of my penis. Then, she gently stroked my shaft up and down with both hands, making me moan softly. Then, I heard her say, " That's good , little brother, your penis is so hard, so amazing. Sister... sister will suck and lick it for you."

I felt my glans being enveloped in a warm, moist environment. Then, the entire front half of my penis was swallowed
into my sister's two alluring red lips. The pleasurable sensation made me groan again, unable to hold back my moans.

My sister's oral sex wasn't fast; she slowly swallowed and released my penis, her lips pressed very tightly against
the skin . Only occasionally would she make a "plop~ gurgle~" sound, and then
a "pop~ pop~" sound when she pulled back and released my penis until her lips held the glans. While
my sister was sucking on my glans, she teased and played with the tip of her tongue around my urethra, while simultaneously stroking
the middle of my penis with her hand, making me groan with pleasure, "hmm hmm hmm oh oh~," constantly thrusting my hips forward,
wanting to penetrate deeper into my sister's warm, moist mouth.

My sister, with my penis half-held in her mouth, asked in a muffled voice, "Ah, mmm~, does it feel good? *Squelch
squelch* Ah~ I'm so lewd, sister, are you horny?" She released my penis, her tongue licking the glans
back and forth. Hearing my moans suddenly become rapid and deep, her waist
trembled . Just as she was about to look up and ask what was wrong, I suddenly ejaculated twice from my penis, one
shot right onto her nose, the other onto her left cheek.

Hearing my sister's soft cry of surprise, "Eee-ya~," followed by
low moans of "Mmm~ Ugh~
"
from her face covered in semen, seeing my white semen staining her beautiful face, which looked like a blooming flower, I became even more excited and lustful. I ejaculated again, shooting into my sister's half-open mouth.

Caught off guard by my sudden ejaculation, my sister actually made a "woo-woo" sound and swallowed my semen
. After swallowing it, she groaned twice, "Mmm~ Hmm~,"
and then said, "Ah~ little brother, you came. Was it good? I made you feel very comfortable, so you
came so quickly, right?" After I nodded affirmatively, she smiled gently, her face still smeared with my semen
, and said, "That's great~ As long as you felt good, little brother~"

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