The secret between my older sister

My name is Chen Dong, I'm from Northeast China, and I'm in my thirties. In these past thirty years, I've been with several women, and I've slept with several of them. But I have a secret in my heart, a secret I've always kept hidden. I've never told anyone about it, nor have I written about it elsewhere. Today, I'll share this secret with you all.
I have two children; I'm the younger one, and I have an older sister who's three years older than me and is already married. What I'm going to talk about today is a story from our past. I still remember this incident vividly.
That was when I was 19 years old, still in junior high school. My older sister's name was Chen Juan, and she was already in high school. She was living at school and would come home once a week, staying for two days and one night each time. I really looked forward to her coming home. Maybe it was because I had always been very attached to her since I was little. I looked forward to Saturday mornings every week because my sister would come home on Saturday mornings... My sister was already very tall back then, about the same as she is now, around 165 cm. She was very fair-skinned, had great skin, and was well-developed with large breasts. I heard from my classmates a long time ago that my sister already had a boyfriend at school. I didn't believe it at all. "I still really like my sister. How could she have a boyfriend?" I thought to myself. "
Actually, I was extremely reluctant for my sister to have a boyfriend. From childhood, she doted on me and spoiled me, so I developed a habit of relying on her. Looking back now, I realize that subconsciously, I considered her my woman, though I wasn't aware of it at the time. From when I was seventeen or eighteen, I started secretly watching her—watching her wash her hair because I could see her white breasts and nipples through her neckline, watching her go to the toilet, watching her change sanitary napkins, watching her change her bra, and watching her wash her bottom in a basin at night (I was young then and didn't know what she was washing in the basin, so I assumed she was washing her bottom). Of course, I did all this secretly; my sister didn't know. Back then,
we lived in a single-story house, the kind where the kitchen was right inside the house, and heading east..." It was a separate
bedroom , where my parents lived. My sister and I lived in a suite of two rooms facing west. I slept in the room near the door, and my sister slept in the inner room. Whenever my sister wanted to go to her room, she had to pass through mine, which made it easy for me to spy on her. Back
then, the bungalows didn't have bathrooms or showers. To wash your hair, you would boil water, mix it with cold water, and take it back to your room to wash it on a stool. The first thing my sister did when she came home every week was wash her hair, which was something I really enjoyed, hehe… Every time my sister washed her hair, I would diligently boil water, mix it, and help her with her clothes… My sister was always happy because even though I was eighteen or nineteen, I could still help her wash her hair.
I said, "What's wrong with that? Even if I'm eighty, you'll still be my sister, won't you?" "
Actually, I know best why... My sister's hair is very long, down to her waist, so washing it takes her a long time. I'm standing next to her, holding her clothes to keep them dry. I pull them down a bit; actually, this angle is perfect—45 degrees from above, which gives me a clear view of her large breasts through her neckline. My
sister washed her hair especially carefully today, so I spent more time beside her than usual. She had her head down, her hands clutching her hair, and I was staring straight down at the beautiful scenery below her snow-white neck... Ah... I saw my sister's breasts." They seem a bit bigger than before, so tempting! Those two big, white breasts sway back and forth as she grabs her hair, just like a pair of cow's udders—so big, so droopy. Because she's bending over, her breasts are practically dangling down, it's just too alluring. The cutest thing is those two nipples on her big breasts, like red cherries. There's a saying... "Like a touch of red in the Central Plains..." Yes, that's it, so vivid.
I'm practically drooling... "Dongdong, pull them up a little more, my clothes are all wet."
"Okay, I know, hurry up and wash them, my arms are getting tired..." Although I said that, I was actually thinking, "Let me wait a little longer, I'm really enjoying watching, hehe."
"Okay, almost done, you use one hand to pull up my clothes, and the other hand to scoop water and help me wash them." "
Okay," I said, picking up the ladle and slowly pouring water over my sister's head. As I poured, I kept my eyes glued to her chest. "Those swaying boobs are making me dizzy," I thought to myself.
"Oops, you've wet my clothes, Dongdong! How did you do that? Look at you, you've soaked my clothes, I can't see anything now!"
"Sorry, sorry, I didn't see anything." I really didn't see anything, because I was looking at those big breasts on your body… hahaha, that's what I thought to myself.
After washing my hair and eating, my sister and I chatted and watched TV. Soon it was evening. After dinner, our family would watch TV together. After a while, I said, "You guys watch, I'm going to sleep." "
Actually, I didn't want to go to bed so early. I had my own plans... I know my sister has something she does every week: wash her bottom. Even though she washes it in her room, and I can't see her, I did something else today. This afternoon, when the family wasn't looking, I put a pornographic book I borrowed from a classmate, along with two sleeping pills, on my sister's bookshelf. I know that after washing her bottom, she always lies in bed and reads for a while before going to sleep. And I put the book on her shelf after careful consideration.
First, Mom and Dad usually don't go into my sister's room, and even if they do, they never read (given their limited education)." (Because of the limited resources), even when reading, I would never look for my sister's books, because they couldn't even understand mine.
Second, my sister dotes on me and spoils me; even when she's angry, she won't tell Mom and Dad.
Third, I could see my sister's attitude. If she had a boyfriend and had sexual experience, then she wasn't a virgin, and I could continue my plan.
Next, my plan began. I had already ground the sleeping pills into powder, and I also prepared a bottle of water. First, I poured the sleeping pills into the water, shook it, and placed it next to my sister's pillow, in a not-so-obvious place. Then, I just waited… yes, just waited… I lay on the kang (heated brick bed), tossing and turning, unable to sleep. "Why isn't my sister here yet?"
The more anxious I became, the slower time seemed to pass. Just as I was getting increasingly impatient, I heard my sister pouring water. I knew she was about to wash her bottom. I was both excited and nervous... I immediately closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Since the lights were off in my room, my sister couldn't see me even with my eyes half-closed. I squinted and pricked up my ears, observing her every move... After pouring the water, my sister carefully and slowly pushed open the door to my room, carrying the water, and tiptoed through my room. I knew she was afraid of waking me. I saw her go back into her own room, slowly close the door, and turn on the light. Then I heard the sound of unbuckling her belt and taking off her clothes... Then I heard the sound of water… I knew my sister was washing her bottom.
I quietly got up and slowly walked towards her door. I lay on the floor and peeked through the crack in the door, but the gap was too small to see anything. I was very nervous. I pressed my ear against the door and listened intently. My heart was pounding. Then the sound of water stopped. I knew my sister was finished. I quickly turned around, jumped onto the kang (a heated brick bed), and pretended to be asleep. Just then, my sister's door slowly opened. I saw her carrying the basin of water she had used to wash her bottom. She walked out, stopped at the spot on my pillow, glanced at me, and I quickly closed my eyes. I knew she couldn't see me at all; it was probably just her first reaction.
My sister came back after pouring the water and went back to her room. Now it was my turn to plot. "Will my sister see the book? What if she doesn't? What if she doesn't see the bottle of water? What if she's angry with me? What if she tells Mom and Dad?" Many possibilities flashed through my mind. Just then, I heard the sound of my sister turning the pages of a book. "I wonder if it's my book?" I thought to myself. Just as I had thought through all the possible
scenarios , I suddenly heard my sister get off the bed. She gently opened the door to her room and tiptoed towards me.
"What's my sister doing?" I asked myself. My sister stopped above my head, slowly lowering her head to my ear. I heard her breathing, rapid and light; I knew she was suppressing her gasps… She pressed her lips to my ear, inhaling deeply, her breath coming in rapid gasps… Slowly, she kissed me, kissing me from my ear to my eyes, to my nose, to my mouth… leaving no spot untouched. I closed my eyes
, continuing to savor her kisses. I never expected any of this. I had only wanted to see her attitude, to see if, as they said, she had a boyfriend at school. If she did, I planned to give her sleeping pills, then go to her room and have my way with her, maybe even have sex with her. But none of this was planned beforehand. If she didn't take the sleeping pills, I couldn't do anything. But I never imagined she would actually come to my room and kiss me…
"Never mind, let's just take it one step at a time and see what my sister is up to," I thought to myself. At this moment, my sister probably felt that the ground was too high, so she slowly climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed). I saw her slowly unbuttoning my pajamas one button at a time. After she finished unbuttoning them, she reached her hands towards my chest and touched me. She gently flicked my small nipples with her fingers. I felt an itch in my heart, like being scratched by a cat, but I had to control myself, control myself... I couldn't move... At this moment, my sister also took off her clothes. The room was very dark, but through the moonlight, I could still see my sister's pair of large breasts. They were very white and very tempting on her chest... She slowly leaned down and slowly wrapped her hands around my waist, pressing her large breasts tightly against my chest. I felt it, "So soft, so smooth, so exciting..."
My sister lowered her head to my chest again, and sucked on my nipple with her little mouth. I was startled and moved my body slightly. My movement startled my sister too, and she froze, not daring to move. I knew I had frightened her, so I immediately pretended to be dreaming, stretched out my arm, and slowly pretended to fall asleep again. After about three minutes, my sister made sure I hadn't woken up, and slowly kissed my nipple again. This time I absolutely couldn't move, no matter how excited I was, I had to hold back.
My sister kissed both of my nipples with relish, and now she wasn't satisfied with my upper body. Her hand slowly reached into my pants... I was wearing pajama pants on the outside and underwear on the inside, as I've always worn since I was little. So, my penis was already hard, but because of the two layers, it wasn't very noticeable from the outside. But my sister slipped her little hand into my crotch, and as soon as it touched my penis, through my underwear, she started rubbing and rubbing it... I almost cried out, but a voice inside me kept telling me, "Hold on, don't make a sound. If you make a sound, how will you handle this?"
My sister felt uncomfortable touching me like that, so she slowly pulled my pants down. Actually, the back of my pants was tucked under my buttocks, so it wasn't easy to pull them down. She didn't dare to use too much force. With great effort, she finally managed to pull my pants down to above my knees. I saw her staring at my underwear. I think she was surprised to see my crotch, that big bulge. She grabbed the elastic band of my underwear from both sides of my buttocks and pulled it down. Now I think my sister was probably too nervous. If she had paid a little more attention, she would have known that I wasn't... Was she really asleep? Or maybe she was blinded by desire? I don't know...
The moment she pulled down my underwear, my penis jumped up in front of her, trembling and throbbing... My sister gently poked it with one finger, touched it a few times, and in just a few moments, she was captivated by my penis. She touched it, rubbed it, and stroked it, while also kissing my nipples. After kissing my nipples, she suddenly shoved her breasts into my mouth, her body writhing... She wanted her nipples to rub against my mouth, and I could clearly feel it. My sister's nipples slowly hardened...
her breathing became rapid and heavy... she pinched her nipples with her fingers, and her other hand, no longer touching me, was now grasping between her legs... I stared at my sister for about five minutes. At first, her movements were slow and gentle, but finally, she suddenly covered her mouth with the hand that was pinching her nipples, and her other hand trembled rapidly... Slowly, she stopped moving. After catching her breath, she slowly pulled up my underwear, then put on my pants, and finally buttoned my shirt... She patted the blankets, slowly got off the bed, opened her door, and went inside.
I still remember how I felt then—helpless, excited, nervous, and frustrated, a mix of emotions. Even now, I can't understand why my sister stopped. Did reason finally prevail over impulse? This question has always bothered me; perhaps only my sister knows the answer.
My sister went inside, and just as I was feeling helpless and disappointed, I heard her talking to water…
“Haha, this moment has finally arrived.” I forgot all my frustration and waited anxiously, waiting for the moment my sister fell asleep, waiting for the moment when my sister would belong to me… I waited and hoped, and then I saw my sister turn off the light in her room. I knew she was sleepy, and the sleeping pills were starting to take effect…
Time always seemed to pass so slowly. I counted the seconds, and it felt like every second was a year. After a while, I heard no sound from my sister's room, so I tiptoed to open her door and went inside. I was still a little nervous. I gently pushed my sister a few times, “Sister… Sister…” There was no response. I became even more excited. I closed the door and didn't turn on the light. I was afraid my parents would see the light in my room… I climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed). I knew my sister had taken the sleeping pills and would definitely not wake up, so I became bolder and bolder.
I unbuttoned my sister's clothes, then helped her up and pulled down her pants and underwear. Looking at her naked body on the kang (heated brick bed) through the moonlight, I was incredibly excited, especially since all the buttons were undone, but her clothes weren't completely off, and her pants and underwear were down to her knees… What man wouldn't be excited by such a sight?
I stripped off all my own clothes and lay down on my sister's large breasts, kissing them passionately. I bit, kissed, licked, and pecked at her breasts… using every bit of oral skill I knew on my sister's breasts, because they were so beautiful, so soft, so smooth, and so sweet.
I greedily sucked, pecked, and licked… I thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of my mouth on my sister's breasts, the sensation of my tongue tracing her nipples. My sister's nipples quickly hardened under the teasing of my tongue. I took the entire nipple into my mouth and sucked on it... Slowly, I kissed my way down her body, from her lower abdomen to between her legs, stopping at her pubic area. I parted her legs, trying to find that alluring little bean—her clitoris. My sister's pubic hair was beautiful, not sparse, but long. Her clitoris was hidden beneath that alluring pubic hair. I sucked on it, teasing it with my tongue. I slowly parted her thighs; I wanted that place I had always dreamed of. I spread her legs and brought my mouth close. The moment my tongue touched her labia, a sticky, lustful fluid flowed out. I knew it now. While I was pretending to be asleep, my sister had masturbated beside me. I remembered.
I didn't care about anything else and used my tongue to lick up all the vaginal fluid that had flowed out... It tasted a little salty, a little sweet, and a little sour. I don't know how to describe it, but in short, it wasn't bad. The more I licked, the more my sister's juices flowed; the more I licked, the wider her vagina opened. I could see the clitoris inside, and the little hole, like a tiny mouth, opening and closing, its edges glistening. I sucked on her labia again and again, watching the juices flow out continuously. I couldn't hold back any longer. I lifted her legs, gripped my penis, and thrust it all the way in. With a "plop," my entire penis was inside...
I was excited, thrilled, but I couldn't move too much. I was afraid my sister would wake up, and also afraid the noise would wake my parents... I slowly inserted myself into my sister's vagina. It felt like floating. Her vagina was very slippery. Perhaps because she had taken sleeping pills, she had no expression, no sound, and her vagina didn't move much. I guess the drugs were too strong. Anyway, I was the only one thrusting in and out... After a while, my back was covered in sweat, and I was a little tired, so I sped up...
"Ahhh..." At the crucial moment, I quickly pulled my penis out, leaving the semen on my hands. I even twitched my penis a few more times... I panted, wiped the semen off my hands, cleaned myself up, pulled up my sister's underwear, put her pants on, buttoned her clothes, and checked everything carefully to make sure everything was okay before getting off the bed. As soon as I got off, I remembered the bottle of water... I quickly took the water and replaced it with another bottle. Everything was done. I checked everything again, making sure every step was correct, and finally left with peace of mind.
The next morning, I remember my sister waking me up. When I opened my eyes, I saw that her face was flushed. I didn't ask anything. I didn't know if my sister knew that I had finally slept with her, even though I hadn't ejaculated inside her. I don't know what my sister was thinking. Anyway, she didn't mention it, and I never asked again. In short, I don't care whether she knows about the final outcome of my sexual encounter with her, but she knew that she touched me, kissed me, and licked me at the beginning... Although this matter is over, even now, I still feel that my sister doesn't have the kind of feelings a sister has for her brother... In short, having such a sister and the things I did with her, I have no regrets in this life.

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