Deep sibling affection

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First, I must state that most of the events described in this article, from my sister's childhood to the present, are true. Some details have been technically altered for readability.

Regarding incest, my view is: sex is a wonderful thing, and incest is a wonderful and exciting thing. Most people don't accept incest because of psychological barriers. In reality, there's no fundamental difference between a family member's sex (or incest) and that of a stranger. Once the psychological barriers are overcome, one can experience the most wonderful and exciting things in the world. Of course, the pleasure of sex depends on the mood, and the same applies to incest. Therefore, it requires mutual consent; coercion is absolutely unacceptable. I strongly disagree with using drugs—that

's utterly destructive! Secondly, incest is very risky. Unless you are 100% certain, never try it, or you will fall into an irrecoverable situation. Furthermore, before committing incest, one should consider the worst-case scenario and assess whether the losses outweigh the gains. Personally, I believe that the woman in the incestuous relationship should ideally have also had sexual intercourse, meaning she shouldn't be a virgin. Taking her virginity could cause lifelong harm. Finally, if you want to commit incest, you need patience and should wait until the time is right; the outcome will be better.

Incest is unacceptable to most people. If you can accept it and have the patience, start from Chapter One. If you only enjoy reading explicit content, it's best to start from Chapter Three or Four.

I've listed the table of contents first; you can get a general idea of the article's content from the titles and choose which chapter to start with.

This article took me nearly two months to write. I've already sent the first few chapters to several close female online friends. I didn't originally plan to publish it, but I couldn't resist their persuasion and decided to publish it anyway.

A Childhood Game

I am 39 years old this year and was born in a small mountain village in northern China. The village has only about 70 households in total. My house is located on the edge of the village. There's only one road to get there: you pass by your neighbor's house, turn over their wall, and you're in my yard. However, my house doesn't have a wall. After my brother got married, he built a new house in another part of the village, not too far away. My house is a typical northern style: four mud-walled main rooms. There's a kitchen in front of the main rooms, and in the middle, which is like the living room in an urban apartment, is a long wooden cabinet against the wall opposite the door. The cabinets are usually used to store grain. In front of the cabinets is a large square table with several chairs for meals. The two rooms at either end of the house are each divided in half to serve as four bedrooms. Each bedroom has only one door and one window. The door opens onto the living room, and the window opens outwards. Before 1990, most of these were small wooden windows; around 1990, with the improvement of living standards, most families enlarged their windows and installed glass, then added steel bars for security. I'm writing this in detail mainly to help you understand and imagine the following text.

My family was quite poor when I was little; both my parents were farmers. I had an older brother and three younger sisters, a total of five siblings. My youngest sister is only 26 years old this year. What I'm going to write about today is the incestuous story between me and my youngest sister.

When my younger sister was born, I was just starting junior high school. At that time, my home was far from the school, so I had to board at school. I didn't pay much attention to my younger sister's development. After I was admitted to the county's top high school, my brother dropped out of school because the family couldn't afford it.

Because I had excellent grades, my family didn't have to worry about my studies. Don't laugh, but I didn't start puberty until my second year of high school; looking back now, it was probably due to malnutrition.

I first noticed my younger sister in my third year of high school! At that time, I only came home once a week; my brother was working away from home. When I came home, I didn't have to do any housework. Besides studying or reading, I watched TV. Of course, the TV was a black and white one, only 14 inches. My younger sister was only eight years old then, so she didn't have to do any housework. The adults usually didn't let her watch TV, but when I did, she'd get some too. So, she never dared disobey me.

During the winter break of my senior year of high school, one day I was reading a novel—I can't remember exactly what it was—but there was a short passage with sexual descriptions. Even though it was only a few lines, it made me feel incredibly aroused; I was at the height of my youthful vigor. That day, all the adults had gone to the market, leaving just my sister and me at home. I got on the kang (heated brick bed) and turned on the TV. My sister came back from playing outside and, seeing me watching TV, got on the kang and sat next to me. She was focused on the TV, while I secretly rubbed my penis under the covers. I was leaning against the folded blankets behind me. After a while, my sister moved closer to me, and I was startled, quickly pulling my hand away. It was then that I took a closer look at my little sister for the first time. Her face was flushed, her big eyes were dark and bright, and her red lips were slightly upturned—she was incredibly cute. Instinctively, I picked her up and placed her between my legs. Don't get me wrong, this was in the north, and it was very cold. We were sitting on a heated brick bed. I remember I was wearing thermal underwear and fleece pants, and my little sister was wearing similar layers, but her upper body was covered in a cotton-padded coat. At first, I let her lean against my chest like that. After a while, I intentionally placed her on my legs and started swinging them. She seemed to enjoy it. After playing like this for a while, I got bored and reached under her armpits to tickle her. She giggled, and she tickled me back. During this time, when she wasn't looking, I reached down to her genitals and intentionally touched her a few times through her clothes. After playing like this for a while, I couldn't take it anymore, so I got off the bed and went to the bathroom to masturbate.

From then on, whenever I watched TV, my little sister would usually lean against me, half-resting in my arms. I still think that our eventual marriage might have been due to those playful interactions she had as a child. From that time on, we overcame the awkwardness between us—I mean the awkwardness between men and women, even among family members.

Later, I was admitted to Southeast University. Because my family was poor, I only went home once a year, and the chances of seeing my little sister were even fewer. But when I did go home, she always clung to me, and I would tutor her in my spare time. With my help, her grades improved significantly. Of course, when I watched TV, she remained the same, always sitting next to me. If it was just the two of us, I would let her sit between my legs. Gradually, it became a habit; whenever it was just the two of us watching TV, she would voluntarily sit on my lap. This continued until I graduated from university.

The First Seduction

Oh, and I still haven't told you my little sister's name; her nickname is Dou Dou.

My first sexual encounter with her was when she was 15. I was 28 then, and had been working for four years in Shanghai. My younger sister was in her final year of junior high school, at a top-tier high school in the county.

That summer, I had 15 days off. My girlfriend and I had planned to go back to our hometown together, but she couldn't go due to work commitments, so I went home alone. My older sister was already married, and my younger sister was a freshman in college. The school offered her a work-study opportunity during the holidays, so she didn't come back either. It was just the four of us at home.

Life was uneventful. Every day, besides tutoring my sister, I would go to the village to play chess with some people, and sometimes chat. My parents always had endless farm work to do. I was supposed to be a grown man, working in the fields, but to be honest, I went to the fields on my second day back home. However, because I didn't know how to do it, my parents insisted I not go anymore.

Of course, when it was just my sister and me at home, I often admired her developing figure. Her breasts were starting to protrude, her buttocks were rounder, and her red lips were most alluring. I often fantasized about my sister.

"When you're well-fed and warm, you start thinking about sex." Sometimes when I'm really bored at home, I watch TV or read novels. One afternoon, my younger sister was doing her homework in another room, so I turned on the TV, only to find there was no signal. Out of boredom, I went to my briefcase and took out a small, yellowed booklet written by "Xia Fei" (of course, my briefcase has a combination lock). I bought it for 50 yuan at a bookstall in Shanghai; I still remember the title: *Red Cherry*. It contained three novels: one about incest between mother and son, one about siblings, and one about colleagues. After reading for a while, I got an erection and really wanted to release it. I put the book away and went to the room where my sister was doing her homework. She was sitting at the table, engrossed in her book. I stood behind her, and she turned around and asked if I needed anything. I said no. She then went back to reading. I stood behind her, scrutinizing her closely. She was already 156 cm tall, her figure had developed, her breasts were beginning to protrude, her buttocks were rounder, and most alluring were her red lips. I looked at her for a while, and then I thought of the incestuous scenes between siblings in the book. I really wanted to...

pick up my sister, but reason told me that was absolutely impossible. At that moment, I was extremely conflicted. On one hand, I wanted to be intimate with my sister without restraint, but on the other hand, I was afraid of how I would be able to live my life afterward. In that situation, I suddenly thought, it wouldn't hurt to take a look, so I gently leaned closer to her again, peeking through her collar. I saw that my sister's cleavage was shallow, white and tender, making me really want to touch it immediately. My penis instantly became hard. My sister seemed to sense something and suddenly stood up. I reacted faster and asked my sister,

"By the way, DouDou, how much do you weigh now? Don't tell me yet, I'll find out by feeling." Before she could react, I suddenly grabbed her slender waist from behind and lifted her up with both hands, even intentionally hefting her a couple of times. Just as I put her down, I casually pressed my hands on her breasts and said, "Is it 78 jin?" My sister turned around, her cheeks flushed, and said, "76 jin, brother, you're about right." Afraid that she would discover my intentions, I said, "You read your book, I'm going outside to play chess." My sister said, "I need to rest for a bit too."

I wandered around the village, but couldn't find anyone to chat or play chess with, so I just walked home, thinking about the plot of the little book. When I was almost home, I saw my sister going to the toilet behind the house. I don't know if any of you have lived in the countryside, but in rural areas, toilets aren't separated by gender; each family has its own, usually behind their house. If someone comes while you're using the toilet, the person inside will cough, while the person outside usually makes heavy footsteps before entering to check if anyone is inside. Seeing my sister go to the toilet, I immediately had an idea. So I looked around; there was no one there. I quickly walked towards the toilet, but I was very quiet. Before I even reached the toilet, I had already unzipped my pants. As soon as I got to the toilet, I... I quickly pulled out my erect penis and strode into the bathroom. My sister was squatting in the toilet, and naturally, the first thing she saw was my penis. I knew the distance in the bathroom by heart; I had already calculated my steps before entering, so my penis almost touched my sister's face. She let out an "Ah!" and quickly tried to stand up. I pretended to have made a mistake, saying, "I thought no one was there," and backed out. After standing outside, I said, "DouDou, don't rush, I'll wait outside." She only whispered, "I'll be right back," before coming back in. Soon she came out and walked past me, her head down, not daring to look at me, but her face was red to the roots of her ears.

After pretending to go to the toilet and returning home, I went straight to my sister's desk where she was reading and said to her, "I'm sorry! You can't tell anyone!" My sister asked, "Why did you walk so quietly?" "You didn't mean it," she said, but she never looked up at me.

That day, until our parents came home, my sister didn't speak to me again. She said she was tired from studying and went to bed early. It wasn't until the third day that she seemed a little more normal. Sigh! I didn't understand a young girl's heart at all back then.

For the next few days, I was constantly thinking about how to take things further. Based on her affection for me, I thought if I succeeded in seducing her, she wouldn't tell her family. But my biggest fear was that if we actually did something, it would affect her studies! Her grades had always been good, and I didn't want to ruin her life. In the end, lust won out. I thought that if it really affected her studies, I would find her a job at my workplace, because the HR lady there was a fellow alumnus and from the same hometown as me, and we had a very good relationship. She had even asked me before if I needed any help.

Once I made up my mind, the method was readily available. That day, it was just the two of us at home. She was studying, and I was sitting on a low stool not far from her, reading. Of course, it was that same book, "The Cherry Tree." After reading for a while, I deliberately put the book on the stool, and the page I opened to was the chapter about incest between siblings. Then I said, "Dou Dou, I'm tired of reading. I'm going to go to the village to chat with someone or play chess. You should take a break too, don't become a bookworm." "No!"

she replied, and I went out. As I left, I heard my sister moving her chair; I thought she might want to rest too. I did this because a few days ago, when I was reading, she asked what book I was reading. I said it was for adults, and then I locked the book in the box. I thought she'd be curious.

I went out, but didn't go far before turning back home, again tiptoeing. I peeked at my sister through the outer door, and saw her stretch, then walk to the window and look out. Thankfully... I came in early, and she didn't see me. She looked outside for a while, then turned back to where I was reading, squatted down, picked up the book I had been reading, and used her fingers to flip it over to the inside cover.

I had pasted the outer cover onto white paper to avoid being discovered while reading, but the inside cover had two nude women printed on it. She glanced at it, immediately blushed, and quickly put the book back down and stood up. I quickly and

quietly went out the outer door. Once outside, I called out loudly, "DouDou, still reading? Take a break. I ran into Amao outside, and he wants to play chess too. I came back to get the chess set to play at his house." "I also want some water," my sister replied as she walked from the inner room to the outside as I entered. I took the chess set and went out, but I stopped at the corner near the neighbor's house and lit a cigarette. After smoking for a while, I heard my sister come out as well, heading towards the toilet. I chuckled inwardly. This little girl was still playing games with me! She must have come out to check if I was gone. She went back home a moment later.

After finishing my cigarette, I went back. I quietly stood outside the window of the inner room where she was reading. As I expected, my sister was squatting on the low stool next to where I had been reading, her back to the window, facing the open door of the inner room. She must have been afraid I would suddenly come back and find out, that's why she was facing the door, little did she know I was peeking through the window. She held a book in one hand, glancing at the door every now and then. After a while, I noticed her eyes were all red. After a few more seconds, she put down her book. I quickly squatted down, and she actually came to the window. However, curiosity won out; she stood there for less than a minute before going back to reading my book.

Afraid someone might come into my house, I quickly went outside. I had to stand guard for my sister so she could read my book in peace

. Luckily, to get to my house, I had to pass by my neighbor's house. As luck would have it, I ran into Amao just as I arrived. He was free too, so we played a game of chess. I'm usually not interested in chess; I win at least 8 out of 10 games against him. But this time, I lost in less than 10 minutes. He wanted to play more, so I told him I wanted to go home and get some water tomorrow—I was dying of thirst.

When we got to the front door, I called out, "DouDou, I'm home! Are you still reading?" "I'm not reading anymore," she replied, "I'm about to cook." Then my sister came out of her room. I went in, put my book away, and went to the kitchen to help her cook. She kept blushing, which I secretly found amusing, but I didn't ask her anything, only a few questions about her studies.

For the next three days, I didn't tempt her again. You know, haste makes waste; things have to be done slowly

!

On the fourth day, I finally decided to tempt her again, mainly because the opportunity was particularly good that day, and also because I was going to work in two days. That day, a distant relative was getting married, and my parents went to visit them. My sister wanted to go, but they said it was a long way and she might not be back that night, so they told her to stay home and cook for me. My sister was a little upset.

After lunch, I told her that it was a holiday and she didn't need to study, so she could go out and play. She cheered up at this. She immediately turned on the TV, but after a while, there was nothing she liked, so she went to play in the village.

After she left, I began to put my plan into action. First, I placed the bathtub on the floor of my room, then drew the curtains, leaving a small gap at the side. I went outside and peered through the gap, but the gap was too small; I could only see about half of the tub. I went back inside and widened the gap, but it was still too obvious from inside the room. Later, I found a clip and used it to hold up a small section of the lower left corner of the curtain before drawing it closed. This time, it wasn't noticeable from inside the room, but from outside, the entire area within a meter of the bathtub was clearly visible.

Afterward, I boiled two bottles of water.

My sister played in the village for a long time that day. After she came back, we ate the leftovers from lunch, and the sun had already set.

I suggested playing badminton with her, and she was very happy. We played in the yard, and after a while, it got dark.

We were both covered in sweat, so I said, "DouDou, are you hot? I'm going to take a shower." "Yes, I am hot, and my skin feels sticky and uncomfortable." So I took a large bathtub and a washbasin from the kitchen to my room. I put a chair next to the tub, placed my clothes on it, and took two thermos flasks and a bucket of cold water. After getting in, I first filled the large tub with hot and cold water, then emptied the washbasin halfway out, intending to rinse it off last. After preparing the water, I asked, "DouDou, do you want to shower first or should I?" "You go first," my sister replied while drinking water in the other room.

I quickly finished showering, then emptied the dirty water, filled the tub with hot and cold water again, and opened another of my erotic novels to the chapter describing a girl masturbating. I then placed it face down on a low stool not far from the bathtub. I had the room light on. "DouDou, the water's ready, you can shower now!" I said, leaving the room and going to another room to turn on the TV. My younger sister came into my room with her underwear and nightgown. She immediately closed and locked the door, which I had planned.

Although my eyes were on the TV, I wasn't paying attention to what was on; I was imagining my sister undressing. After a while, I went to the window outside and peeked through the crack I'd made.

My sister was already undressed and sitting in the bathtub, but her back was to me. Although I was a little disappointed, looking at her fair back, I felt a surge of desire. While my sister wasn't exceptionally beautiful, her youthful curves were already well-defined—a slender waist, a fair neck, and smooth back skin—which was incredibly alluring. She scooped up water and washed herself, occasionally rubbing her skin with her fingers.

Suddenly, my sister turned to look at the window. I was startled, thinking she had discovered something, and was about to move away when I saw she was simply reaching for a towel on the chair. I felt incredibly lucky; I had placed the chair next to the basin, directly to her left and slightly behind. Girls are so thoughtful; she draped her clothes over the back of the chair and placed the towel and soap on it, unlike me, who had the towel in the basin and the soap dish scattered on the floor.

Perhaps for convenience, my sister had turned around, making it easier to reach the soap and towel, now facing me sideways. On one hand, I cursed myself for not considering the design, and on the other hand, I secretly thanked God. Heaven rewards the diligent; although the design was flawed, fate had finally made up for it!

My sister wet the towel and began washing her neck, chest, and back. During this time, I had a good chance to see her naked body from the side.

Her short hair was only ear-length, and her neck was completely exposed. Her newly developed breasts weren't large, but because of her slender figure, devoid of any body fat, and her always milky-white skin, her already small breasts appeared even more attractive. The breasts were teardrop-shaped, rounded hemispheres, with the nipples slightly upturned.

The areolas were a delicate pink, the skin smooth and supple, the vibrant areolas highlighting the small, rosy nipples. Her entire breast was clearly exposed before me, making me a little dizzy, but the most important part was yet to come, so how could I give up?! I continued looking down, and below the breasts was a slender waist, truly a very thin waist! Probably only fifteen inches! It was this waist that made her already small breasts appear even larger. Below her waist was a cute little belly button. A little above the belly button, slightly below the breast, was a cherry-red mole, which looked particularly beautiful—something I had never known before. Below the belly button, the rim of a basin blocked the view; nothing below that was visible.

As I was engrossed in watching, I heard footsteps approaching my house. I quickly went inside. Just as I sat down by the TV, a villager came in. I stood up, took a cigarette from the pack on the table, and lit it for us. He wanted to play chess with me, but I wasn't in the mood. I told him I was tired from playing ball and would play tomorrow. He said a few words to me and left. I saw him to the door, and only after he disappeared around the corner of the neighbor's wall did I return to peek at my sister.

My sister had already stood up, her whole body covered in soap, and she was rubbing herself with her hands. I could see her genitals clearly. Below her navel was a flat plain, stretching down, sparsely covered with pubic hair, still slick with soap. Below that was just a small mound, the skin very delicate and smooth, making me want to reach out and touch it. Below that was a long slit, surrounded by pink skin interspersed with a few pubic hairs. Below that were a pair of long, beautiful legs. Honestly, although my sister isn't pretty, she has fair skin, big eyes, and long, shapely legs, making her quite a cute girl.

While looking at her body, I reached into my underwear and started rubbing my penis. Just then, my other plan worked. As my sister put the soap in the tub, she suddenly noticed the book I had placed on the low stool. I knew she sometimes took a book with her to the bathroom. She rinsed the soap off her right hand, dried it with a towel, stepped one foot out of the tub, and picked up the book to read. While reading, her left hand continued to scrub her body. "Brother, who was that just now?" My sister's voice suddenly came from the room. I didn't answer and quickly went inside. Her second question came, "Brother, what are you doing?"

I walked heavily to the door of her bathroom. "I'm watching TV!" "Did you hear me?

Who was that just now?" "It was **. I was watching TV! I need to get back to watching TV now."

"As I spoke, I quickened my pace and entered the room where the television was. Once

inside, I thought to myself, 'My sister is really observant. She must have been able to tell who I was talking to earlier from who they were in the village. Asking me this is just her way of finding out what I'm doing, to confirm if she has time to read my book.'

After watching television for a while, I went out again to the window. My sister still had most of the soap suds on her clothes. She was engrossed in her book in her right hand, while her left hand, just as I had imagined, was doing what was written in the book..." She would touch her nipples, then dip her hand into the basin. Although I couldn't see what she was doing, judging from the angle and posture, she was definitely rubbing her vagina. After a while, I saw her face turn red, and she seemed a little out of breath. Her left hand in the basin was moving very quickly; I figured she must have inserted a finger into her vagina. I felt like my lower body was about to explode. I went back to my room, found some toilet paper, wrapped it around my penis, and started masturbating, thinking about my sister. I ejaculated quickly.

I sat in the room for about three minutes, then went to the door of my sister's shower room. "DouDou, you're so slow!

Are you done yet?" "Almost done," I heard my sister splashing water on herself with a towel, followed by the sound of running water. She must have been rinsing herself with water from the basin.

A moment later, the door opened, and my younger sister came out wearing a thin pink nightgown, carrying her clothes she had changed out of. She was clearly not wearing a bra, her face was flushed, her eyes were watery, and she smelled of youthful innocence and the fresh scent of soap. I went in, picked up the bathtub, and poured out the water. Then I went back into the room and took the basin, towel, and soap outside to put them away. I walked towards my sister's room, my steps very light. Just as I entered her room, she was about to come out, and that's how it happened. My sister and I bumped into each other. I don't know where I got the courage, but I suddenly pulled her into my arms and couldn't help but kiss her forehead. I don't know why my sister didn't resist; she just closed her eyes. Without hesitation, I used my right hand to pull her slender waist off the ground, and my left hand to wrap around her from behind, pressing her breasts tightly against my chest. Then I walked to her bed, placed her on it, and pressed my entire body against hers. After my sister lay down, I could no longer feel her soft breasts, because, as I mentioned before, she was just starting to develop and her breasts weren't big yet. I could only feel her heartbeat was as fast as mine. My penis immediately became hard. I pressed my penis against her vulva through her clothes, then turned my upper body to the side, exposing her left breast, and gently massaged it with my palm through her clothes. My sister just blushed, panted, and closed her eyes. After a few massages, I got off her and reached my hand under her nightgown, moving towards her inner thigh.

Suddenly, "ding ding," the pager that my workplace had issued me, which was placed in the living room, went off. In those days, pagers didn't exist in our village, let alone cell phones. I probably brought it back to my hometown to show off. My sister suddenly opened her eyes and said, "Brother, my pager is ringing. See who it is?

It's looking for you." Perhaps because I had just masturbated and ejaculated, my libido wasn't as strong. Maybe it was also because I was afraid of doing something I shouldn't to my sister. So I let go of her. Just as I walked out of her room, I heard her pager close behind me.

It was my girlfriend, asking when I was coming back. I told my sister and went to the village shop to call my girlfriend back. On the way home, I cursed myself for being too much and for treating my sister like that. I also wondered why she didn't resist. I thought maybe my pornographic book had an effect. For a girl that age, she's going through puberty and is full of curiosity about sex, which is why I got my way so easily. After returning home, I went to my sister's room. I thought it would be locked, but it opened easily. My sister was already lying in bed. Seeing me come in, she said, "Brother, go to sleep early. I'm going to sleep too." I didn't say anything, just looked down at her. She turned away, and I suddenly became rational, leaving my sister's room and going back to my own to sleep. That night, I dreamt I was making love with my sister; she kept resisting, and I ejaculated before I could even penetrate her. Just then, my parents came home… I woke up with a start, seeing the semen stain on my underwear. I changed my underwear and put it with the clothes I'd taken off in the shower.

The next day, I woke up late. My sister had already prepared breakfast and was sitting at the table reading. My clothes were washed and hanging on the line in the yard. Remembering the semen on my underwear, I blushed as I looked at my sister. When she saw me get up, she didn't look up, only urging me to wash my face and eat. For the rest of the morning, we didn't say a word, and my sister wouldn't look at me directly, but I noticed a few times that she

would secretly glance at me when I wasn't looking.

At noon, my parents came home. The following day, my parents didn't go out; they stayed home talking to me or doing chores. On the third morning, my parents got up very early. After I ate breakfast, I was about to leave, but my sister's door remained closed. My mother called several times, but no one answered. My mother was quite resentful that my father spoiled my younger sister too much. I felt very uneasy. We had just reached the roadside when my sister suddenly ran up to me, her eyes red, as if she had just been crying. She was wearing a white dress, and her hair was unkempt. She walked up to me and choked out, "Brother, when will you come back next time?" "I'll come back to see you whenever I have time!" I replied casually. But then my sister's eyes reddened, and she started crying. I felt a pang of sadness and naturally hugged her. My sister trembled slightly, and I flicked her nose with one finger. "You're so big and still crying! Aren't you ashamed?" Unexpectedly, my sister suddenly did something startling: she wrapped her arms around my waist and hugged me tightly. Then, as she lowered her arms, she touched my genitals, whether intentionally or unintentionally, and then laughed. She was facing away from her parents, and I could only hear my father saying, "This child, she'll never grow up." My sister pouted and replied, "She'll never grow up, brother. I wonder when you'll be back next time. Give me a hug now and see how heavy I am." Although I didn't want to do anything too outrageous in front of my parents, I was also afraid of upsetting my sister, so I put my arms around her waist and picked her up. As I lifted her, I felt her intentionally pressing her chest against mine, so I quickly put her down. Just then, the bus arrived, and I hurried on. Once on the bus, I saw my sister nestled in my mother's arms, seemingly crying.

I didn't return until three years later, the year my sister was admitted to university.

During those three years, my sister and I exchanged a few letters, only discussing her studies and my work. Deep down, I was afraid that what happened would affect her studies, so after I returned to work that time, I wrote to her school after the semester started, urging her to focus on her studies. After the midterm exams, she wrote back to tell me she ranked in the top 10 of her grade, which put my mind at ease. After her university entrance exams, her estimated scores were also quite good; getting into a top university wouldn't be a problem. So one day, she called me from the county town, insisting I come home to help her fill out her college application. She was probably worried I wouldn't be able to come, so she said if I didn't, her father would call me personally. Of course, I wanted to go back. In the past two years, I hadn't been able to go because I was too busy with work and also because of my wedding preparations with my girlfriend (no one from my family came to Nanjing for the wedding; they only sent their blessings via phone). Now that everything is fine in Nanjing, I still secretly wanted to settle things with my sister after what we hadn't finished. Finally, just as we were hanging up, my sister said, "Brother, I hate you." Before I could ask why, she added, "If you don't come back this time, I'll hate you for the rest of my life." Then she hung up. When I called back, no one answered. I guess she probably called from a public phone.

It was only after we actually did it that I asked her why she said she "hated me" that time. She said,

"On the night we did it, she was extremely conflicted. While I was out calling my girlfriend, her bedroom door was locked. She got up to open it, then locked it again, repeating this several times until I came home. Finally, she decided to leave it unlocked. She also said that she was just curious and wanted to do what she read in books, but I didn't do it, so she hated me. She thought I looked down on her. Sigh, what a childish mind! I told her that if I had done it, I would regret it for the rest of my life. She later laughed and said, 'Later I realized that what you did was right. Otherwise, if I hadn't been a virgin when I got married, my husband might have suspected my past. But at that time, I really wanted to give you my first time.'" "She said this while lying in my arms after we made love.

The first time she helped me masturbate

... After receiving a call from my sister, I finished up some work within a week and asked my boss for a week off (including the following Saturdays and Sundays, the travel time was a total of 9 days). My wife saw me off at the train station that night, almost crying, as if it were a life-or-death farewell. Less than half an hour after the train departed, my phone suddenly rang. I thought it was my wife calling, but when I saw the number was our hometown's area code, I answered. It was my sister calling from the small shop in the village, asking what time I would arrive the next day. I had already calculated before leaving: the train arrives in the provincial capital at 2:00 PM, and the journey from the provincial capital to our county is 2 hours and 30 minutes. Including waiting time and other time, I would arrive in our county around 6:00 PM. I told her I would arrive home around 8:30 PM. She said she was asking what time I would arrive in the county, and I said around 6:00 PM. She said she would pick me up at the bus station, but I said I didn't have anything with me and didn't need to, but she insisted and hung up."

Just as I expected, the bus to the county town arrived at the bus station at 5:45. As it pulled in, I glanced out the window and a girl caught my eye. She was facing away from me, watching a group of people arguing. She was about 1.65 meters tall, wearing a pink dress, slender, with long, fair legs and a slim waist. She had short, ear-length hair and wore only brown sandals with low heels, no socks. I was able to see her so clearly mainly because the station entrance was chaotic, the bus was moving very slowly, and I also have a natural urge to steal glances at beautiful girls.

After getting off the bus, I looked around but couldn't find my sister. I wondered if she wasn't coming to pick me up, so I decided to go outside the station to feast my eyes a little more. Then I went to the bus station across the street that goes to our house.

Just as I reached the station entrance, I saw the girl walking towards me. I looked closely—it was my sister! "

A girl's appearance changes drastically as she grows up," that's absolutely true. It had only been three years since I'd last seen her, and I almost didn't recognize her.

She saw me then, and even though we were still about ten meters apart, she called out loudly, "Brother, you're back!" as she ran towards me. When she got close, I said, "It's not that I didn't want you to pick me up!" "I wanted to," she replied with a giggle, "anyway, you can't control me from outside!" As she drew nearer, I looked at her more closely. She

had grown quite a bit taller, though her chest still seemed a little small, but her lips were redder than before. She wore the crystal necklace I bought for her last year around her slender, white neck, and the sandalwood beads on her wrist were also a gift from me, all mailed to her last year. "Brother, are you hungry? Do you want to go eat? Or just go straight to the station and go home?" She'd already eaten on my train and wasn't too hungry, so I asked her, "Are you hungry?" "No," she said, taking the plastic bag I was carrying. It contained snacks my wife had bought for the journey, but there was so much—almost a whole bag left.

"It's getting late. If you're not hungry, let's take the bus." I pulled my suitcase along, and we walked side-by-side towards the station. Her hair seemed freshly washed; a sweet fragrance wafted into my nose. On the way, I asked about the situation at home and how her exams went. Of course, we'd already discussed these things on the phone, but it's a habit to ask again now that we're face-to-face. The two stations weren't far; we arrived without even realizing it as we talked. After boarding, there were no seats left at the front, so we sat in the second-to-last row, only two rows from the middle door. My sister was by the window, and I was on the aisle side.

After a few stops, the bus was packed with people. Then an elderly man with gray hair got on. As the bus turned a corner, the old man swayed, but no one offered him a seat.

Although I'm a bit lecherous, I have a kind heart, so I called the old man over to sit down. He came over, and most of the passengers were pretending to be asleep. Only the ticket seller loudly said, "Thank you, young man." The old man walked over to me. Just as I was about to stand up, my sister said, "Brother, the road is still long. You sit down, I'll stand up!" The old man was very understanding and said, "You two sit a little further in; I'll just sit a little." So my sister squeezed closer to the window, and I squeezed closer to her, leaving about ten centimeters of space on the side. The old man finally sat down, thanking my sister and me for squeezing so close. Because it was a mountain road, the car was bumping quite a bit. To make myself more comfortable, I put my right arm around my sister's back, so it wouldn't be so cramped. At first, I just put my arm on my sister's shoulder; she seemed a little uncomfortable, but didn't say anything.

It slowly got dark . I glanced at the old man beside me; his eyes were closed. The car jolted slightly, and my sister leaned her head against me, never looking away, remaining close to my chest. Inhaling the scent of her hair, I felt a sudden surge of desire; my penis immediately hardened. I moved my hand down her shoulder, gently, careful not to abruptly alert her, until I reached her waist. I felt a tremor run through her; her head lifted slightly before lowering again. I held her slender waist gently at first, then pulled her closer to me with a little more force. She didn't resist. My hands began to gently massage her waist.

She stirred slightly... I thought she was going to pull away, but instead she simply extended her right hand to shake mine with her left.

I spread my fingers and clasped her hand with mine, occasionally tapping the back of her hand lightly with my index finger.

After a while, my right hand moved further down, finally reaching her thigh. I gently stroked her thigh, and she stirred again, pulling closer to me. I looked down at her face; it was flushed.

My hand then moved to the inside of her thigh, and she trembled again, but still didn't pull away. I turned to look behind me; the two people were slumped over, seemingly asleep. The old man beside me was still the same as always. I silently thanked him. She was sitting sideways, completely blocking the view of those standing in the aisle, and it was dark inside the car without the lights on. Emboldened, I reached directly to my sister's private parts. Even through her clothes, the feel of her rounded mons pubis was incredibly pleasurable. I gently stroked and rubbed her mons pubis, occasionally tapping her vulva with my finger. After a few moments, I felt her breathing become uneven. Just then, she suddenly whispered in my ear that it was too cramped and uncomfortable. Her head moved away from my chest, and I felt like I was about to fall from a great height. Just as I was feeling a little disappointed, she whispered in my ear, "Brother, let me sit on your lap!" I felt like I was back in heaven. My sister stood up, facing the window. I turned slightly to the side, my back to the aisle, legs spread, back against the seat back. My sister sat down, right between my legs. My penis instantly became even harder. To be honest, the seats on the bus were too cramped, and my sister only had half her buttocks on the seat. My erect penis could only press against the cleft of her buttocks, and it didn't feel as good as I had imagined. I squeezed my legs together, tightly gripping my sister's waist, feeling her youthful breath. My right hand reached under my sister's legs and stroked her vulva, but I didn't put it inside her underwear; I just rubbed it outside. My sister's buttocks swayed gently from side to side with the bumps of the bus, stimulating my penis and making me feel even more uncomfortable. After a while, my sister leaned forward, and now, almost her anus was at the tip of my penis. Without hesitation, I grabbed my sister's lower abdomen with my left arm, then thrust forward, my penis pressing against her anus. I felt like my whole body was about to explode; I desperately wanted to pull up her skirt, pull down her panties, and shove my penis deep into her vagina.

Suddenly, the lights came on, and the conductor called out, "**Station is approaching; those getting off, please prepare." We hurriedly stood up. We didn't know when, but the bus was less crowded, though there were still no empty seats. An elderly person next to us stood up and made way for us. I went to the aisle and reached for the plastic bag on the luggage rack. My sister had already gone to the front of the bus to get her luggage box. The bus stopped quickly, and we got off. I was surprised to find my parents waiting for us at the station so late. I casually handed my father a cigarette and lit one for him myself. My mother took the plastic bag from me. Before my parents and I could even speak, my sister suddenly said,

"Dad, my brother bullied me!" I froze, almost dropping my cigarette in shock. Dad

chuckled and asked, "How did he bully you?" My sister giggled as she walked behind Dad, saying, "Look, he's a big man, and he made me carry his suitcase after getting off the train! Isn't that bullying me?" I reached out to slap her, but she nimbly dodged. Mom laughed and said, "This child, she'll never grow up." The four of us chatted and laughed until we got home.

During dinner, I inevitably had a few drinks with my father. At the table, they asked about my recent work, life, and my wife. After I finished eating, my sister had already made my bed and placed the bathtub in my room, with the water ready. Seeing me put down my bowl, she said, "Brother, everything's ready, except I can't get your clothes out." I went into my room, opened the combination lock to get my clothes, and my sister stood beside me. As soon as I took out the top few items, the yellow novel hidden in the middle was revealed. She saw it, blushed, and left.

I woke up late the next day. Around noon, my two younger sisters came back together. We discussed my younger sister's college application process. Before leaving work, I had also looked up some university information online. My sister's school had also distributed application guides. After we finalized our plans, my father went to the village and arranged with another family whose student had also done well on the exams. The next day, they would hire a minivan to take them to the school to fill out the applications. Early the next morning, my younger sister, my two younger sisters, and the other family of three took the van to my sister's school. I sat in the back row with the man of that family, obviously to smoke. The women chattered away the whole way, but I didn't care what they were saying. My mind was preoccupied with how things would turn out with my younger sister. I had considered this repeatedly before coming home, and considering what happened on the way back, I felt that if I really wanted to, my sister probably wouldn't object. But another concern was also tormenting me. Finally, I made up my mind: I'd see how things went, and if I could avoid doing it, I wouldn't. My sister was still young, and she'd get married someday; I couldn't ruin her life for a moment's pleasure.

On the fourth day, after lunch, my eldest sister said she was worried about the children at home, and my second sister said she had work to do and left too, leaving the four of us alone again. On the fifth day, after lunch

, my parents said they hadn't been to the fields for several days. My sister had also gone to play in the village, leaving me alone at home. With nothing to do, I sat on the bed reading a professional book I'd brought home, and eventually fell asleep. Not long after, I vaguely heard someone calling me. I opened my eyes and saw it was my sister. She stood by my bed, head down, and said, "Brother, what's the password to your suitcase?" "I can't tell you." "If you don't tell me, I'll tell Dad you bullied someone on the bus!" As she said this, my sister blushed and lowered her head. I had no choice but to tell her that the password was her four-digit birthdate. She immediately opened the suitcase, and I watched as she took out the erotic novel. Actually, I brought that novel with me specifically for her to read. Just a few days ago, I was thinking about how to get her to read it willingly. Now I didn't have to rack my brains. Although I was secretly pleased, I said, "No, that's for adults, kids can't read it!" My sister ignored me, took the novel, and left my room. I heard her go into her room and close the door. I thought about it for a while, then fell asleep again.

I was going back to my workplace, and my sister still saw me off. On the bus, she suddenly pulled up her skirt and asked me to insert my penis into her. I looked around, and for some reason, everyone on the bus was asleep. I unzipped my pants, took out my big penis, and was about to insert it into her vagina when someone suddenly tapped my shoulder. I turned around and saw my father standing behind me... I was terrified. I opened my eyes; it was just a dream. My sister was standing by the bed, patting my shoulder. She said, "Brother, I put the book in your suitcase. I'm going to play in the village." My penis was still hard, pushing against the blanket through my pants. I don't know where the courage came from, but I suddenly sat up. "Sit here and talk to your brother!" I said, pulling my sister to sit on the edge of my bed.

I put my left arm around her shoulder, letting her rest her head against my chest. "DouDou, is the book good?" I said, my voice low, my face burning. As she leaned against my chest, I could feel her heartbeat; it pounded even faster when I asked her that question. "Brother, you're so naughty!" she replied in a barely audible voice. My left hand moved down and then forward a little, landing on her left breast, under her t-shirt and bra, gently kneading it.

Her hands clutched the bottom of her t-shirt, her eyes half-closed. Under my caresses, her face grew redder, and her breathing became rapid. I pulled back the blanket with my right hand, drew my sister's hands to my large penis, and pressed them down.

Then I took her hands and gently massaged them before releasing them.

Being a young girl, she didn't move her hands after I let go. I pulled her hands to the side, lifted her buttocks, and used my right hand to pull her shorts and underwear down to her thighs, then gently unbuttoned the front of her shorts. I pressed my right palm against her mons pubis. My sister trembled; even through her underwear, I could feel her lower body tighten, her muscles tensing instantly. I gently stroked her mons pubis in circles, and her tense muscles slowly relaxed. The unique softness of a young girl's mons pubis, even through two layers of clothing, excited me greatly. I reached down and pulled her hands to my penis. Her hands, upon touching my penis, seemed to be burned, and she quickly withdrew them. I pulled her hand to my penis and whispered in her ear, "DouDou, you're so cute! Look, do it like this." She opened her eyes, looked at my erect penis, and blushed even more. I used my right hand to cup my penis and stroked it up and down a couple of times, then pulled her right hand up to show her the same. The moment

my sister's soft, tender hand enveloped my penis, I felt like I was about to explode; an urge to ejaculate surged through my body. I quickly reached my left hand to the back of my scrotum, pressed my fingers against that spot, and then pressed my tongue against the tip of my clitoris to relax. Sure enough, the urge subsided.

Although my sister's fingers were soft and smooth, after a while, the friction was still a bit unsatisfying, so I pulled her hand up and applied some of her vaginal fluid to the tip of my penis for lubrication. After being shown once, she got it and would do it every now and then. However, being a young girl, she didn't know how to vary the pressure or speed of her strokes. The thought that my own sister was masturbating me made me forget everything else; I just watched and enjoyed it. My hands stopped touching her.

After a while, I felt I couldn't take it anymore; if I didn't ejaculate soon, my whole body would explode. I pulled my sister's hands away, laid her down on my lap, and slipped my hand under her waistband, my middle finger going straight for her crotch. "Brother, no..." my sister said as she sat up. This really surprised me; I thought she wouldn't resist, but the girlish restraint still prevailed in her heart.

The word "brother" brought me back to my senses a little.

My sister sat up straight, but didn't stand up. Seeing me staring at her without saying a word or moving, she seemed to know what I was about to do. She said, "Brother, that won't work, I'll help you..." Before she could finish, she dipped her finger in her vaginal fluid and started stroking my penis. After a few strokes, I felt myself ejaculating again, so I grabbed her hand and increased the frequency of my stroking. A few more strokes, and I felt a tightness in my buttocks. I reached for the toilet paper on the bedside table, but it was too late; my semen erupted like a volcano.

My sister had never experienced anything like this before and didn't even try to get away. My thick semen landed on her hand, palm, and even my own thighs and stomach. My penis was still twitching, and a little semen was still leaking out. My sister seemed stunned. It wasn't

until I took the toilet paper and wiped the semen from her hands that she came to her senses. She took the toilet paper from my hand, wiped her own hands first, then wiped the semen off my legs and stomach. She then had me turn around so she could check the bed for any more. Afterward, she wrapped the large pile of semen-soaked toilet paper in the toilet paper and went to the toilet behind the house.

When she came back, I heard her washing her hands outside, taking a long time, probably to avoid the smell of semen.

Then she brought in a basin of water, along with soap and a towel. My pants were still not pulled up, and my sister saw my penis, her face turning red with embarrassment. Just as I was about to get out of bed, my sister reached out and pressed me down, signaling me not to. She wet the towel and poured it on my stomach and thighs, then rubbed some soap on it, rubbing it with her slender fingers. She then used the towel to gently wipe off the soap, rinsed the towel in the basin, and then used it again to wipe the areas where I had semen. She did this three times before stopping. Then she said to me, "Brother, you sleep a little longer, I have to go cook."

I lay in bed, watching her slender figure leave, my mind replaying the times she had masturbated and cleaned me: Sigh, I wonder which lucky bastard will marry my lovely sister. Even my charming wife couldn't have done that, judging from how she cleaned me.

The following day, since I was leaving the next day, my parents stayed home with me instead of going to work in the fields.

We chatted about village affairs and relatives' matters. I also told my younger sister things to be careful about when she goes to school.

My parents told me that I must bring my wife with me next time I come back.

We've been married for two years, and my parents have only ever seen a picture of my wife. To be honest, I didn't want to bring my wife back to my hometown, not entirely because of my sister, but because she's the youngest of three siblings, and she grew up in Nanjing, spoiled and pampered. Besides, living conditions in our area are relatively poor. Although she's very good to me, I was afraid her spoiled nature would upset my parents. Also, I was worried she wouldn't adapt to life in our area and would want to leave after only a couple of days, which would be embarrassing for me. Even so, a wife has to meet her in-laws eventually, so I promised my parents I would bring her next time. That autumn, I took her back to see my parents. They were very satisfied with her, and my wife was very accommodating. Although she wasn't used to the new environment, she was always smiling in front of them. She

only grumbled a little when it was just the two of us. As I expected, we only stayed at home for three days before she wanted to leave. I told my parents I had work to do, and they, being understanding, saw that my wife was barely eating and agreed to let us go.

[To be continued]

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