A pseudo-incestuous relationship from a long time ago

A Pseudo-Incestuous Relationship from Long Ago:
I remember I was 17 years old that year, and my uncle's younger sister was 13. To be honest, she was very
beautiful . She had big eyes and fair, delicate skin.

At 17, because of my young age, I had never had a girlfriend, let alone been intimate with any
woman , so I was extremely curious about women's bodies.

My uncle brought my sister to my house to play; it was summer vacation. When evening came, my sister
didn't want to leave and wanted to stay at my house. My uncle, thinking it was a holiday, agreed. He went home.

Since we had two rooms, when it was time to sleep, I was assigned to the smaller room to sleep with my father.
My father slept in my single bed, and I slept on a spring mattress next to him. My mother and sister slept in the larger room in
a double bed .

Lying in bed, I felt increasingly resentful. How could I find a way to sleep in the same bed as my sister? I lay there
for an hour, unable to sleep, and then an idea came to me. I quietly woke my
mom, who was fast asleep, and told her that the spring bed was too soft and my back hurt so I couldn't sleep. I asked if we could switch.

My mom reluctantly agreed, grumbling, and I felt incredibly happy. When I got into bed,
I saw my sister wearing a tank top and only white panties. After a while, I decided to check
if she was sleeping well.

I knelt down and placed my hand on her breast. I felt a small mound of flesh in my hand; my sister
didn't move.

After a while, I gently squeezed it and felt a small hard lump inside. I was too young
to understand , just found it strange. I continued to touch and pinch, rubbing her nipples.
I did this for about ten minutes, getting all sweaty, but the excitement was indescribable.

After a while, feeling unsatisfied, I reached down to her genitals. I gently touched the middle of her panties, feeling
the familiar shape (although I had never been with a girl before, I knew what a girl's genitals looked like).
I ran my fingers back and forth along the slit, gently pressing inwards. After a while, I couldn't resist anymore and gently
slipped my inside her panties.

I stroked her labia, occasionally touching the inside of her vulva with my hand. As I touched, I felt something damp,
like it was wet, but just damp, not wet at all. I thought about licking it with my tongue to
taste it, but I didn't dare. If she woke up, I'd be in big trouble. So I kissed her nipples and
took them into my mouth. Because her breasts were small, I took the whole thing in. After that, I suddenly had a whimsical idea: I wanted
her hand to help me masturbate.

Actually, I had started masturbating a long time ago, for four years by the time I was 17.

Slowly, I took her hand and guided it to my penis, stroking it gently. It was incredibly hard that day, and feeling
the smoothness of her hand, I fantasized about her. I masturbated, but somehow, I came in just a few minutes. How embarrassing!
It takes me so long when I do it myself; I sprayed all over our hands.

Just as I was thinking of getting some tissues to wipe myself, a perverted thought popped into my head. I smeared all my semen
on her genitals, and some into her mouth. Then I kissed her lips. I felt so good
at she'd played with my penis, kissed my lips, and I felt she was mine. After ejaculating
, I calmed down and rested for a while before falling asleep.

A little while later, my sister woke up and nudged me. I squinted and checked the time; she'd only slept for less than half an hour. I asked
her what was wrong, and she said she felt feverish and very hot. She needed to go to the bathroom and asked which light to turn on.

I went with her to the bathroom and waited outside. She came back after she finished, but didn't say
anything else, just that she was hot.

I lay in bed pretending to take her temperature, haphazardly touching her chest with my hand, saying she was a little hot, asking if she wanted
water , medicine, etc., while my hand kept moving. Then I felt very sleepy and slowly fell asleep.

Nothing else happened the next day. The day passed like this, and this evening, without me having
to say anything, Mom and I switched places, still the same combination as last night.

Around 8 pm, we were still watching TV. Wanting to play a little longer, I urged Mom and Dad to go to
bed . I said my little sister was still young and shouldn't stay up too late, that she should sleep early to develop properly (hehe, so I could have a good
pat on her), and not stunt her growth.

Mom and Dad went to their room. My sister didn't want to sleep, but I wasn't about to let my plan fall through. Without a word, I turned off
the TV. I added that she should get up early tomorrow to watch good cartoons, otherwise they would be gone.

After much persuasion, my sister decided to sleep. I have a personal hobby—I like girls' feet—so I
offered to wash her feet. Otherwise, I'd get the blankets dirty, so I brought her a basin of warm water. I
pressed into the water and started washing them. She wasn't a little girl anymore, and her face turned bright red. I don't know if it was because
she was too young and embarrassed, or because I, a man, was touching her little feet and it made her shy.

I slowly washed each toe one by one, occasionally gently stroking and touching the soles of her feet, making
her giggle. She dodged her soft little feet, trying to avoid my advances. I didn't care about that, and just kept
playing with them. I washed her for more than 10 minutes, using soap 3 times. I
only let her out when I saw that her feet would swell up if I didn't finish washing them soon.

After we got into bed, she asked me for her pajamas, and I said, "How can you sleep wearing so much in this heat? You're thinking about
heat rash, aren't you? Just like yesterday, it'll be fine. I'm your brother, I won't eat your clothes. We're family, not
strangers."

Since she went to bed early, my sister couldn't sleep either, so she grabbed me and started chatting with her. Why would I talk to her?
What if she got sleepy and all my preparation was for nothing? I ignored her, turned away without a sound, and
pretended . My sister couldn't do anything about it.

About an hour later, I heard her even breathing and she stopped tossing and turning. I held on for
another ten minutes before boldly placing my hand on her long-awaited breasts. I gently kneaded them
, then lifted her tank top and started kissing them, but I didn't dare use my
tongue ; it would be too itchy and she'd wake up.

After a while, I started the hasty kiss I'd had the night before, gently probing her
lips , licking her teeth. I wanted a French kiss, so I tried to pry her teeth open.
But when I did, she turned her head, wiped her mouth with her hand, and I broke out in a cold sweat.

At that point, I calmly decided I couldn't go any further. I shifted my focus to her genitals.
I gently stroked her cotton panties, fantasizing about my sister's vagina.

Seeing that she didn't react, I increased the pressure, pressing the panties against her vaginal opening. This
continued for over ten minutes before I finally put my hand inside her panties, playing with her soft labia, gently rubbing her tightly closed
vulva.

I pressed my entire finger vertically into her labia, rubbing it back and forth, even slowly searching for her vagina with my index finger.
Because I had never been in contact with a woman's body before, only seen some descriptions in pictures, I simply
couldn't find that enchanting opening.

Due to lying on my side for so long, my arm was a little numb, and finally I found that little opening.
I gently and slowly pressed my hand inside, but after just one finger joint, it wouldn't go in.

At the time, I thought it was because I was lying down and gave up exploring. Now, thinking back, I'm glad I was calm, otherwise, it could
have caused irreparable damage.

But that's another story. At the time, I thought since I couldn't get in, I'd just use my penis to push it in a little, just a shallow,
back-and-forth thrusting to get some pleasure. I arched my back and crawled under my sister. First, I
smelled ; there was no odor. Then, I made a bold decision and licked her labia majora with my tongue. This lick
caused her legs to snap shut, almost trapping my head. I arched my back, afraid to move.

After a while, realizing she hadn't woken up, I got aroused again and started rubbing my penis against her labia. It
felt amazing; my penis was incredibly erect. I increased the pressure and tried to push it in,
but

I should mention that my penis was fully developed at that time, about 14 centimeters, I measured it.) I
slowly rubbed and pushed, afraid to use too much force, and even touched her breasts with my body. After a few strokes, I realized I was going to
ejaculate. I quickly pulled away, but it was too late; I ejaculated all over her labia.

I was terrified; what if she got pregnant? I smeared all the semen
on her breasts, lips, and thighs. I felt so good. After resting for a bit, I found a tissue to wipe
my penis clean and lay down, gently holding my little sister as I fell asleep. The next morning, I found the blanket had been kicked off and the little sister was nestled in my arms. Looking at my beautiful

little sister, I couldn't resist giving her a kiss on the lips before gently waking her up. A holiday passed, and my sister stayed with me for a week. I was busy every night. I only reluctantly saw her off at the station . I remember visiting her house during Chinese New Year. The adults were playing mahjong in the main room, and her other siblings hadn't arrived yet. I was playing with her on her bed, but when I accidentally touched her chest, she glared at me and said, " Where are you touching me like that?" I was stunned. After a while, I didn't say anything, got off the bed, and went for a walk. As I walked, I thought, "What's wrong? She's only a few months old. When I touched her at my house, she didn't say anything. This time, I didn't do it on purpose." And that was the end of it. I remember one Chinese New Year, my uncle said his precious daughter was a real worry for him. She was only 14 and already had a boyfriend, and even got into a fight with a girl in her class over it, getting a gash . After that, I basically only saw my sister during Chinese New Year, and as she grew older, we saw her even less . Every year during the New Year, when the adults talked about family matters, I'd hear that my sister had a constant stream of boyfriends, and no one could control her. On New Year's Eve, she'd go out very late, saying she was out with classmates. I'm about her age, so I could tell she was definitely out with her boyfriend. My sister is pretty, and my uncle said she had a constant stream of boys pursuing her. The last time she came to my house was because we had a computer. She was already 16 then, and back then, very few families had computers; you could only play at internet cafes. My sister was fun, so she came over. Unfortunately, I had to go out and couldn't keep her company. When I came back, she was already gone. I habitually turned on my computer and opened my porn site. For some inexplicable reason, I clicked on the properties. I discovered that the last access time for all the porn videos was during the daytime of today. My mind went blank for a moment. Back then, I was still young and had never heard of girls watching porn. If it were now, I wouldn't have thought much of it. Then I checked the trash can and found a piece of toilet paper with some dried-up glue on it that I'd never seen before. I also found a curved hair next to it, which was clearly not a hair . I see my sister less and less these days. We met once last month, and she told me she had just been accepted into a university and was going to study in another city. Seeing her fair and beautiful face now, and recalling the past, I felt a pang of sadness. She chatted and laughed , but I didn't say anything because of my guilt. I'd kept these things buried in my heart, but now that I have a girlfriend, thinking about it makes me really sad . Thankfully, I didn't do anything too drastic back then, or I would have even contemplated suicide. I hope my sister doesn't remember this, or doesn't even know about it. Brother, I'm sorry. [The End] I remember that year I was 17 years old, and my uncle's younger sister was 13. To be honest, she was very beautiful . She had big eyes and fair, delicate skin. At 17, I was young and had never had a girlfriend or been in contact with any woman's body , so I was extremely curious about women's bodies. My uncle brought my sister to my house to play; it was summer vacation. When evening came, my sister didn't want to leave and wanted to stay at my house. My uncle thought it was a holiday, so he agreed. He went home. Since there were two rooms in the house, when it was time to sleep, I was assigned to the smaller room to sleep with my father. My father slept in my single bed, and I slept on a spring mattress next to him. My mother and sister slept in the larger room in a double bed . Lying in bed, I felt increasingly resentful. How could I find a way to sleep in the same bed as my sister? I lay there for an hour without falling asleep, and then an idea came to me. I quietly woke my mom, who was fast asleep, and told her that the spring mattress was too soft and my back hurt so I couldn't sleep. I asked if we could switch. My mom reluctantly agreed, grumbling, and I felt incredibly happy. When I got into bed, I saw my sister wearing a tank top and only white briefs. After waiting a while, I decided to check how she was sleeping.

I lay down and placed my hand on her breast. I could only feel a small mound of flesh in my hand; my sister
didn't move.

After a while, I gently squeezed it and felt a small hard lump inside. I was too young
to understand , I just found it strange. I continued to touch and pinch, rubbing her small nipples with my hand.
I did this for about 10 minutes, getting covered in sweat, but the excitement was indescribable.

After a while, feeling unsatisfied, I reached my hand down to her crotch. I gently touched the middle of her panties, feeling
that familiar shape (although I had never been with a girl before, I knew what a girl's genitals looked like)
. I ran my fingers back and forth along the slit in the middle, gently pressing inwards. After touching for a while, I couldn't resist anymore and gently
slipped my hand inside her panties.

Stroking her labia, I occasionally touched the inside of her vulva with my hand. It felt damp,
like it was wet, but just damp, not wet at all. I thought about licking it with my tongue to taste
it, but I didn't dare. If she woke up, I'd be in big trouble. So I kissed her nipples and
took them in my mouth. Because her breasts were small, I took them all in. When I was almost done, I suddenly had a strange idea: I wanted
her hand to help me masturbate.

Actually, I'd been masturbating for a long time, four years by the time I was 17.

Slowly, I took her hand and guided it to my penis. I was incredibly hard that day, feeling
the smoothness of her hand, fantasizing about her... I masturbated, and somehow, I came in just a few minutes. How embarrassing!
When I masturbate myself, it takes forever, and we both came.

Just as I was thinking of getting some tissues to wipe myself, a perverted thought popped into my head. I smeared all my semen
on her genitals, and some into her mouth. Then I kissed her lips. I felt so good
at that moment she was mine now. After ejaculating, she
calmed down and fell asleep after a while.

A little while later, my sister woke up and nudged me. I squinted and checked the time; she'd only slept for less than half an hour. I asked
her what was wrong, and she said she felt feverish and very hot. She wanted to go to the bathroom and asked which light to turn on.

I went with her to the bathroom and waited outside. She came back after she finished, but didn't say
anything else, just that she was hot.

I lay in bed pretending to take her temperature, touching her chest randomly with my hand, saying she was a little hot, asking if she wanted
water or medicine, etc., my hand never stopped. Then I felt very sleepy and slowly fell asleep.

Nothing happened the next day. The day passed like this, and this time, without me having
to say anything, my mother switched places with me, but it was the same combination as last night.

Around 8 o'clock, we were still watching TV. Wanting to play a little longer, I urged my parents to go to
bed . I told them my little sister was still young and shouldn't stay up too late; she needed to sleep early to develop properly (hehe, so I could have a good
pat on the back), and not stunt her growth.

My parents went to their room. My sister didn't want to sleep, but I wasn't about to let my plans fall through. Without a word, I turned off
the TV. I even said she should get up early tomorrow to watch some good cartoons, otherwise they'd be gone.

After much persuasion, my sister finally decided to sleep. I have a personal fascination with girls' feet, so I
offered to wash them. Otherwise, the blankets would get dirty. I brought her a
basin . She wasn't a little girl anymore, and her face turned bright red. I don't know if it was because
she was too young and embarrassed, or if it was because I, a man, touching her little feet made her shy.

I slowly washed her toes one by one, gently stroking and tickling the soles of her feet, making
her giggle. She dodged her soft, watery feet, trying to escape my advances. I didn't care; I grabbed her and
played with her for a while. I washed her for over ten minutes, using soap three times. I only
let her out when I saw her feet would swell up if I didn't finish.

Once in bed, she asked for her pajamas, and I said, "How can you sleep in so much on such a hot day? You're worried about
heat rash, aren't you? Just like yesterday, that's fine. I'm your brother, I won't eat your clothes. We're family, not
strangers."

Because she went to bed early, my sister couldn't sleep and tried to chat with me. How could I chat with her? What if
she got sleepy? Wouldn't all my preparation be for nothing? I ignored her, turned over, and
pretended . My sister couldn't do anything about it.

About an hour later, I heard my sister's even breathing, and she stopped tossing and turning. I held back for another
10 minutes before boldly placing my hand on her long-awaited breasts. I gently kneaded them
, then lifted her tank
top ; it would be too itchy and she'd wake up.

After a while, I started the hasty kissing I'd had the night before, gently probing her
lips , licking back and forth between her teeth. I wanted a French kiss, so I tried to pry her teeth open.
But when I did, she turned her head and wiped her mouth with her hand, giving me a fright.

At that point, I calmly decided I couldn't go any further. I shifted my focus to her genitals,
gently touching her cotton panties, fantasizing about her vagina.

Seeing no reaction, I increased the pressure, pressing the panties against her vaginal opening. This
continued for over 10 minutes before I finally slipped my hand inside her panties, playing with her soft labia, gently pressing against her tightly closed
vulva.

I pressed my entire finger vertically into her labia and rubbed it back and forth, even slowly searching for her vagina with my index finger
. Having never been in contact with a woman's body before, only seen some descriptions in pictures, I simply
couldn't find that enchanting opening.

Because I had been lying on my side for so long, my arm was a little numb. Finally, I found that little opening,
and I gently and slowly pressed it in with my hand, but it wouldn't go in after just one finger joint.

At the time, I thought it was because I was lying down and gave up exploring. Now, thinking back, I'm glad I was calm, otherwise it could
have caused irreparable damage.

But that's another story. At the time, I thought that since I couldn't get in, I'd just use my penis to push it in a little, just a shallow,
back-and-forth motion to get some pleasure. I arched my back and crawled under her. First, I smelled
it ; there was no smell. Then I made a bold decision and licked her labia majora with my tongue. This lick
caused her legs to close instantly, almost trapping my head. I arched my back, afraid to move.

After a while, realizing my sister hadn't woken up, I got lustful again and started rubbing my penis against her labia.
It felt amazing; my penis was erect. I increased the pressure and tried to push it inside,
but I couldn't get it in all the way.

(I should mention that my penis was fully developed at that time, about 14 centimeters, I measured it.) I
slowly rubbed and pushed, afraid to use too much force, and even touched her breasts with my body. After a few strokes, I realized I was going to
ejaculate, so I quickly pulled away, but it was too late; I ejaculated all over her labia.

I was terrified; what if she got pregnant? I smeared all the semen on
her breasts, lips, and thighs. It felt amazing. I rested for a bit, found a tissue to clean my
penis, and lay down, gently holding my sister as I fell asleep.

The next morning, I found the blanket kicked off on the floor, and my sister was nestled in my arms. Looking at my
beautiful sister, I couldn't resist kissing her on the lips. I finally woke her up. A holiday had passed; my younger sister
had stayed with me for a week, and I was busy every night. It wasn't until the day she left that I reluctantly saw her off at
the station .

I remember visiting her house during Chinese New Year that year. The adults were playing mahjong in the main room, and her other siblings hadn't arrived yet.
I was playing with her on her bed, but when I accidentally touched her chest, she glared at me and said, " Where are you touching me
like that?"

I was stunned. After a while, I didn't say anything, got off the bed, and went for a walk. As I walked
, I thought, "What? It's only been a few months. When I touched her at my house, you didn't say anything. This time, I didn't do
it on purpose." And that was the end of it.

I remember one Chinese New Year, my uncle said his precious daughter was a real headache. She was only 14 and already
had a boyfriend, and even got into a fight with a girl in her class over it, getting
a .

After that, I could only see my sister during Chinese New Year, and as she grew older, we saw her even less.
Every year during Chinese New Year, when the adults talked about family matters, I'd hear that my younger sister had a constant stream of boyfriends, and no one could control her. Even on
New Year's Eve

, she'd go out very late, saying she was meeting up with classmates. I'm about her age, so I could tell she was out with her boyfriend. My sister is
pretty, and my uncle said she had a constant stream of boys pursuing her.

The last time she came to my house was because we had a computer. She was already 16 then, and back then,
very few families had computers; you could only play at internet cafes. My sister was fun-loving, so she came over.
I happened to be out and didn't keep her company, and when I came back, she was gone.

I habitually turned on the computer and opened my porn site. For some reason, I clicked on
the properties. I discovered that all the porn videos had been last accessed during the day.

My mind went blank. I was still young then and had never heard of girls watching porn. If
it were now, I wouldn't have thought of it. Then I checked the trash can and found a piece of toilet paper with some
dried-up, glue-like bits on it that I'd never seen before. I also found a curved hair nearby, clearly not
a head .

I see my sister less and less these days, until we met once last month. She told me she had just been accepted into
a four-year university and was going to study in another city.

Seeing her now, with her fair and beautiful face, and recalling the past, I felt a pang of sadness. She
chatted and laughed , but I didn't say anything because of my guilt.

I'd kept these things buried in my heart, and now that I have a girlfriend, thinking about it makes me really
sad . Thankfully, I didn't do anything too drastic back then, or I would have even contemplated suicide. I hope my sister doesn't remember
this, or doesn't even know about it. Brother, I'm sorry.

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