My beautiful first time with my sister

This happened completely unexpectedly, even though I'd been anticipating it for years. When it actually happened, I simply couldn't believe it. This event brought me boundless joy, but it was built on her suffering. Even now, I feel incredibly guilty. I'd rather give up my own happiness so she could be alright. Because she's my sister, and she's different from other women to me. My love for her is the deepest, most unbreakable bond of blood.

Like most people, I first noticed my sister when I started developing in middle school. I began to be curious about women, but the women around me were either older teachers or still-childish girls. At that time, I frantically searched for all information about women. My sister, five years older than me, was already a beautiful young woman, and her attraction to me was indescribable. Back then, I only secretly thought about my sister and felt my little brother getting hot and swollen. I didn't have any improper thoughts.

Since we were siblings, there was no awkwardness between us. So my sister was very relaxed around me, and she didn't guard up at all when we joked around. This was tough on me! Especially in the summer, when my sister wore low-cut tank tops, her two little white breasts looked like they were about to jump out. How wonderful it would be if I could reach out and welcome them out!

When we watched TV in the living room, we would always fight over the remote control. Actually, I wasn't interested in the TV programs; I just liked fighting with her. When we played tug-of-war with the remote, my sister's little white breasts would move up and down. Accompanied by her laughter, it was simply the most beautiful scene in the world.

Later, I learned to masturbate, and my sister became the goddess in my mind while I was masturbating. Sometimes it was once a day, sometimes several times. But as time went on, I wasn't satisfied with just simple fantasies. Or rather, I needed more material for my fantasies. Because, I fantasized about my sister, but all I could think of were those two half-exposed breasts.

I didn't know what a full view of breasts looked like. Not just my sister's, I didn't know about any woman's. Back then, I hadn't even watched porn. Of course, the mystery surrounding the area between her legs was even more attractive to me. I was worried about when I would have the chance to meet a real woman and experience what real sex was like.

However, I wasn't lucky. I didn't have a promiscuous sister, nor did I have an open-minded girlfriend. My girlfriend wouldn't even let me kiss her. Looking back, our relationship back then was truly Platonic. We only told our best friends we were a couple; otherwise, we seemed no different from just friends! It wasn't that I didn't want to do anything, but she disagreed, and besides, I didn't have high expectations for a girl who was still like a child. I was looking forward to seeing what a grown-up woman would be like.

Later, by chance, I discovered that the bathroom door wasn't closed properly. This was more significant to me than discovering the New World. It just needed the right moment to work. First, my parents had to be out. Second, my sister had to be home. The chances of this happening were practically zero. The excitement of discovering the crack was quickly replaced by disappointment, but low-probability events do happen.

One day, my parents had to go back to their hometown to attend a neighbor's funeral. Before leaving, they told my sister to take good care of me. I knew this news and inwardly cheered, but outwardly showed no sign of it. Then came the waiting, the agonizing waiting.

Finally, that evening, my sister went to take a bath. I quietly peeked through the crack in the door, secretly admiring her. I had planned this for a long time, meticulously plotting it. Everything went smoothly; my sister didn't notice me. In the bathroom, under the warm yellow light, my sister's already fair skin was bathed in a warm glow. I knew that if I could touch her, it would be even warmer. Those two little white rabbits on her chest were finally completely free. They proudly held up their pink little noses, greedily sucking in the water.

The rabbit, still glistening with water droplets after drinking its fill, its warm yellow body shifting and changing shape under my sister's caresses, only to immediately return to its original form. At the same time, I finally saw the long-awaited, mysterious area. A triangular patch of fur grew on a small, bun-shaped mound. A smooth, rounded slit extended downwards, disappearing into the thigh. Even right before my eyes, it remained so mysterious! Dark pubic hair, soaked with water, clung tightly to the small mound. But it wasn't dense enough that I could still see the soft skin beneath.

My sister meticulously washed her body, applying shower gel carefully to every inch, gently rubbing it. A slender hand brushed past, leaving a string of tiny bubbles, hazy and beautiful. My sister is so lucky to have such a beautiful body, but I don't. How wonderful it would be if I had one! I could observe her closely, gently caress her, and I would love myself to death.

Even if I can't have a body as beautiful as my sister's, it would be nice to become a string of shower gel bubbles! That way I could stick to my sister's body and gently kiss every inch of her. It would also be nice to become a towel in my sister's hand, gently absorbing the water droplets from her body. I started to envy everything in the bathroom! They could all have intimate contact with my sister, but I could only watch from outside the door.

My fantasies became much richer, and for a long time I was content with this fantasy. Time flew by, and I entered high school. In my first year of high school, I did well on my final exams. My parents allowed me to go out drinking with my classmates to celebrate. I came home slightly tipsy, and my sister was waiting for me. It turned out my parents had gone out. Hearing this, I was overjoyed; the alcohol had worn off. This was a golden opportunity!

I pretended to be very drunk, sat next to my sister, and leaned into her arms. My face was pressed against her soft, warm breasts, so soft and comfortable against my skin. My sister thought I was dizzy and asked me with concern if I was feeling unwell. I didn't answer her, my hands wandering over her body. I had no experience and didn't know where to touch, so I just groped around.

My sister didn't know what I was doing; she just kept trying to grab my wandering hands. I knew my lips had to do something, and I frantically kissed the breasts in front of me. They were still so soft in my mouth, I wanted to swallow them whole. My sister screamed and shoved me away. Her eyes revealed an anger I'd never seen before; I knew she was angry!

At that moment, there was no desire left, only utter fear. If my sister told Mom and Dad, Dad might beat me to death. If others found out, the gossip wouldn't be something I could bear. I regretted what I had just done, standing there dumbfounded, even forgetting to get up. It was my sister who broke the silence, not by speaking, but by going back to her room and slamming the door shut. It took me a long time to finally come to my senses. I silently went back to my room, thinking about how to face what was to come.

My parents came home very late, and my sister and I went to the living room. I noticed that my sister had changed into a crew-neck t-shirt. She wasn't wearing the tank top that had revealed half of her breasts. She was probably keeping an eye on me, and I was disappointed. But more than that, I was afraid. I didn't dare look at my sister, and I didn't dare look at my parents. I used a headache from drinking to hide in my room, praying that my sister wouldn't tell my parents.

The next morning, my parents didn't scold me, and I felt half relieved. My sister got up and was still wearing her t-shirt, acting as if nothing had happened. I was completely relieved; I knew she hadn't told me, and I was deeply grateful to her. After breakfast, since we didn't have class, we watched TV in the living room while my parents went to work. I didn't dare talk to my sister, but I would unconsciously stare at her. I didn't watch TV; I was thinking about why she had changed her clothes.

My sister probably noticed the doubt in my eyes. She smiled and said, "You've made it so red there. What will Mom and Dad do if they see it without wearing this?" I smiled too. My sister

looked so beautiful at that moment! Countless thoughts raced through my mind. Was my sister tacitly approving of me? Could I continue? But if she didn't mean it that way, would she forgive me if I took further steps? In the end, reason prevailed over desire, and I didn't take it any further. That was the end of it.

In the years that followed, I often recalled my sister's words, and just thinking about them made me incredibly excited. Countless nights, it was that moment of sucking her breast combined with my sister's words that gave me pleasure. Later, I got into university, got a girlfriend, and experienced real sex. My sister also got a boyfriend. My fantasies about my sister ended, and that feeling gradually settled to the bottom of my memory.

My older sister didn't get married during my university years, and I never understood why. It wasn't until I went home for Chinese New Year during my senior year that I realized my mother never smiled. One time, a classmate invited me out, but I came back after leaving and found my mother alone on the sofa, wiping away tears. I was shocked; something terrible must have happened, but I had no idea.

I went to my mother and asked what was wrong. She shook her head, refusing to tell me. I repeatedly told her that I was grown up and should take responsibility for things at home. My mother, her eyes red, said, "It's not that I think you can't handle it, it's just that you can't handle this."

"What is it? Mom, don't scare me."

"Your sister broke up."

I laughed, "I thought it was something serious! Breakups are normal for young people these days! Don't overthink it."

"But your sister is unfortunate! She's had a hard life! She can't have children. She hasn't married for years because she's been getting treatment, and now that guy thinks it's incurable and has remarried. I don't know what sins I've committed to make her life so miserable!"

Hearing this, I was stunned. How could this be! My sister is so beautiful, so perfectly developed, how could she be unable to have children! I still clung to hope: "Get him treated! Medicine is so advanced now, keep trying!"

Mom shook her head and started sobbing. I knew things weren't as simple as I thought. I silently stayed by her side, my mind blank, not knowing what to do. Just a moment ago I was saying I was all grown up, but Mom was right, this really wasn't something I could handle! I felt so useless!

I found an opportunity to talk to my sister. I advised her to let go of that man, but it's easier said than done. Anyone who's experienced heartbreak understands; even if you repeat the道理 (principles/reason) a thousand times, the pain will still linger! There was no point in saying more, so I said to my sister in an undeniable tone, "Let's go on a trip for a few days."

My sister didn't refuse; she knew I meant well. We visited a few nearby tourist attractions. I subtly hinted that she should find another boyfriend. At the same time, I tried various ways to cheer her up. I won't go into the details of that. Later, I went to university, graduated successfully, and stayed in the city where my university was located to work. My sister gradually recovered over the next few months, although she was still occasionally depressed.

In July, I received a call from my sister. "I'm coming to see you in a couple of days. Your girlfriend isn't here, is she?"

"Sis! We've already broken up! Why are you bringing this up?"

"It's good that we broke up, so she won't misunderstand. Clean the house properly; I don't want a pile of trash to greet me."

"You're such a good sister!"

I picked my sister up from the airport and took her home. She had regained her usual smile and looked even more beautiful. It wasn't until bedtime that I realized I lived alone, so there was only one bed! I started to worry about what to do, but my sister seemed completely unconcerned. We played on the computer for a while, and then it was time for bed. My sister took a shower, and then I went to shower. When I came back, my sister was already in bed. She didn't try to seduce me; she was completely different from what I had imagined in the bathroom.

Ever since she came to my place, I had been fantasizing about all sorts of things, and that excessive behavior from a few years ago came vividly back to mind. Seeing my sister dressed neatly in her nightgown, I knew my fantasies were unrealistic. My desire had already been released during the shower. I had no expectations and prepared to curl up on the sofa for the night. My sister saw me and stopped me: "How can you sleep on a single sofa? Sleep in the bed! We're siblings!"

I lay in bed, constantly thinking, "We're siblings." Yes, nothing could possibly happen, I should just sleep! But my lower body wouldn't obey me at all; it was pushing against my loose pants, pointing towards the ceiling.

My sister noticed my change and smiled: "Still not behaving after all these years." My face flushed instantly, and I didn't know what to say. My sister continued, "You're such a grown-up, why are you still blushing?"

"Sis, I was drunk that time."

"Yeah, really drunk. You made a huge red mark on my front. I was so worried Mom would see it and ask me what happened."

"Really? I've forgotten."

"Really forgotten?"

"Uh, no! That was the first time!"

My sister laughed, followed by a silent silence. Perhaps it was a little awkward; we knew we shouldn't continue this topic. But deep down, I really wanted to continue. I racked my brains for a topic, and finally asked the one thing I shouldn't have. I said, "Sis, are you still undergoing treatment?"

My sister went from silence to sadness, and tears welled up in her eyes. I realized I'd said something I shouldn't have, and immediately comforted her, saying, "It's okay, I'm here for you." What use am I? I don't even know myself! I wiped away my sister's tears, and she pulled my arm around her, burying her face in my chest and crying even harder. I was completely at a loss.

I don't know how much time passed, but my sister cried herself to sleep. She was in my arms, and I held her tightly. Although women weren't mysterious to me at that moment, holding my sister still thrilled me. My sister's body was more mature and fuller than it had been a few years ago. Her breasts were now big and soft against my chest. I fell asleep contentedly, with a gentle happiness.

The night passed, and when I woke up, my sister was already awake. She had regained her smile and seemed quite happy. Seeing that I was awake, she sat cross-legged on the bed and said to me, "You're awake! I have something to tell you."

I replied, "What is it? So early in the morning."

"I've thought about it for a long time, and I think you're right. I should forget that person and start a new life."

"Yes! You've finally figured it out. You should have done it a long time ago! So, what do you think of a new life?"

"Hmm—life is wonderful. The earth keeps turning no matter who leaves. Besides, there are still many people in this world who care about me!"

"Oh?"

"For example, my lovely little brother!"

"Of course, we're siblings."

The conversation suddenly fell silent again. I felt that my sister still had something to say to me, but she seemed undecided. I encouraged her, "What can't you tell me? I'm your brother! The closest man to you in the world!"

"Brother, I want to continue treatment for my problem."

"Great! That's always been my encouragement! If you don't have money, I'm working now, we can definitely afford it together."

"Money isn't a problem."

"Then what is the problem?"

"This is embarrassing to say."

"It's alright, we're the closest of family!"

"It's...that...the doctor said that to treat this, I need...I need someone to cooperate." My sister's voice trailed off; she must have forced herself to say these embarrassing words. I understood exactly what "cooperation" meant, but I still reluctantly said, "You should find a boyfriend soon."

Tears welled up in my sister's eyes again, and she almost cried, saying, "Who would want me like this!" Afraid she'd start crying again, I mustered my courage and said, "Sis, don't worry. It's not a problem! If you cooperate, what do you think of me? What do you think of me?"

"No way! We're siblings! That's incest! No way!"

At this point, I knew my sister just needed a stepping stone. She was, after all, a woman, even if she had long harbored this thought. It was my turn to take that step, so I put my arm around her shoulder and gently said, "Sister, this is a critical time. We're getting treatment, not committing incest. If we cooperate and get cured, you can confidently pursue your happiness. Besides, we're in this unfamiliar city; if you don't tell and I don't tell, no one will know. We're siblings, and it's precisely because we're siblings that we can trust each other and keep each other's secrets! If you find a man outside to treat you, even if he's your best friend, he can't completely keep your secrets. And he'll only be taking from you, wanting to possess your body. How could he genuinely want you to be well like I do?"

My sister didn't answer, but I knew she had already let go of half of her inner conflict. I held her shoulders, gazed into her eyes, and continued, "Sister, we're here for treatment! Not some obscene incestuous affair! Besides, we're living in a new era; we should consider the actual situation and not be bound by convention. Relax, focus on your treatment, and maybe you'll recover quickly with a positive mindset?"

My sister still didn't speak, but gently closed her eyes. I knew this was tacit agreement. At that moment, I was overwhelmed with emotion. I only knew that my entire body was trembling with excitement, every pore seemed to be cheering!

I gently kissed my sister's lips, those lips I had longed for for so many years. They were softer, more moist, and warmer than I had imagined. A surge of electricity shot from the base of my spine to my head, and my cheeks almost stiffened from the intense stimulation. I held my sister tightly in my arms, wishing I could pull her into my body, to make us one, inseparable. Our lips met repeatedly, our arms clasped tightly together, and we remained in that position for what seemed like forever. This kiss, so long overdue, was something neither of us wanted to part.

Finally, when we were breathless, we separated. We gazed at each other for a moment, then pressed our lips together again. At the same time, I extended my tongue, prying open my sister's teeth, exploring the smooth, fragrant tip of her tongue within her mouth. My sister responded willingly, and we licked each other, enjoying the electric currents transmitted through our tongues. There was no delicacy in the world more delicious than my sister's tongue! I gently laid my sister down, pressing myself against her, without
stopping kissing her.

My sister wrapped her arms around me, one hand resting on the back of my head, gently holding my hair, as if afraid I would suddenly leave. But sister, how could I bear to leave? Her other hand slipped inside my clothes, pulling them down to my armpits. Reluctantly, I pulled away from her lips, took off my shirt, and immediately kissed her. My sister stroked my bare back; without the clothes to hinder it, the stimulation was even more intense. Her hands seemed to carry an electric current, sending tingling sensations through me, making me feel comfortable from skin to bone.

I supported myself with one hand, freeing the other to touch my sister's breasts. Even through her clothes, I could feel their softness and warmth. I couldn't wait any longer. I quickly groped her outside her clothes and slipped inside. In the next second, I removed her outer garment. Our bodies, now without any fabric separating us, were finally pressed tightly together. I could truly feel her warmth. She was electrifying; every part of me that touched her went completely tingly!

Our lips remained locked throughout, but when her breasts pressed against my body, I knew I had to kiss them. That fleeting kiss years ago hadn't allowed me to truly experience them! I kissed my way down her neck, inch by inch, my destination her breasts, but I wouldn't miss the scenery along the way. Her fair neck, her sexy collarbone, her deep cleavage—every inch was irresistible! My sister writhed under my sweeping kisses. Her mouth, now free, gasped for breath!

Finally, I kissed my sister's large breasts! And the nipples were pink, much more beautiful than where I'd kissed before! I cupped my sister's breasts in my hands, gently kneading and kissing them, focusing all my attention on those tender mounds of flesh. It was so hard-won, so unexpected, so delightful; for a moment, I even wondered if I was dreaming! But my doubts, my thoughts, were quickly pulled back by the pleasure. My lower body was hard and swollen, even a little painful, as if it were about to burst, desperately needing a warm little nest to envelop it!

I stopped caressing my sister's breasts; there would be plenty of opportunities later. I kissed my sister's breasts as I began to pull down her pants. At the same time, she started pulling down my waistband. When we were both free of the constraints we hated and completely open with each other, I realized my sister was already dazed. She was just instinctively caressing me, instinctively letting out low moans.

I reached down and tested her genitals; they were wet. I could enter her directly. My dear sister, I'm coming, I'm going to unite with you, we're going to become one. Sister! I parted her legs and slowly placed my body between them. Holding my already swollen penis, I rubbed it against her tender vulva for a while, and as if drawn by magic, it thrust straight into her depths! A warm current enveloped my penis, waves of electricity coursing through my body, sending signals of bliss to my brain.

It wasn't just my penis entering my sister's body; my entire being was enveloped in her love. My hands returned to her breasts, my lips exploring her tongue, neck, collarbone, and nipples. Her hands caressed my buttocks, grasped my hair, and stroked my back. We didn't need to thrust; our bodies, stirred by the electric currents, writhed, stimulating our joined bodies, sending shivers of pleasure through our naked forms!

Finally, I couldn't resist the relentless stimulation. A powerful electric current surged through my brain, and my waist involuntarily quickened its twisting rhythm as I frantically thrust into my sister. A spasm ran through my body, and a warm current shot from my penis, spraying deep into my sister's body. After the first wave, the second followed immediately! Another spasm, and my penis throbbed gently inside her vagina! With each throb, a little semen was released; with each ejaculation, my whole body felt an electric shock! This repeated several times until everything calmed down.

I lay limply on my sister's chest, my penis still inside her. We breathed heavily, trying to calm our wildly beating hearts! Yes, I had made love to my sister; I had united with her! Although it was hard to believe, I really was one with my sister!

After a brief recovery, we were both calmer. I looked at my sister, and she looked at me. We smiled at each other, and I kissed her again, pushing her down. My sister struggled and turned her head away, saying, "What! You want to do it again?" I didn't say anything, silencing her with my actions. My sister gradually got back into the mood, and we entwined, caressed, and moved our bodies. There were no special positions, and no obscene words. We simply made love, sex paved with love!

In the afternoon, we went to the hospital, registered, had examinations, and prepared for long-term treatment. Having broken down that initial barrier, our lovemaking gradually became more varied. Our happiness also increased! My sister would give me oral sex and try different positions with me.

I cooperated with my sister's treatment until now. Although I'm not cured yet, my sister and I no longer care about whether I can be cured or not. My sister says that with me, she is enough. I also love my sister enough, but she insists that I find a girlfriend. That's a story for another time.

[The End]

This happened very unexpectedly, even though I had been looking forward to it for many years. But when it actually happened, I simply couldn't believe it. This event brought me boundless happiness, but it was built on her pain. Even now, I still feel extremely guilty. I'd rather give up my own happiness than see her suffer. Because she's my sister, and she's different from other women to me. My love for her is the deepest, most unbreakable bond of blood.

Like most people, I first noticed my older sister when I started puberty in middle school. I began to be curious about women, but the women around me were either older teachers or still-childish girls. At that time, I frantically searched for all information about women. My sister, five years older than me, was already a beautiful young woman, and her attraction to me was indescribable. However, back then, I only secretly thought about her and felt my little brother getting hot and swollen. I didn't have any improper thoughts.

Because we were siblings, there was no awkwardness between us. So my sister was very relaxed around me, and she was completely unguarded when we joked around. This was tough on me! Especially in the summer, when my sister wore low-cut tank tops, her two little white breasts seemed ready to jump out at any moment. How wonderful it would be if I could reach out and welcome them out!

When we watched TV in the living room, we always fought over the remote. Actually, I wasn't interested in the programs; I just enjoyed the thrill of the game. When we played tug-of-war with the remote, my sister's breasts would bounce. Accompanied by her laughter, it was simply the most beautiful scene in the world.

Later, I learned to masturbate, and my sister became my goddess when I did. Sometimes it was once a day, sometimes several times. But as time went on, I wasn't satisfied with just simple fantasies. Or rather, I needed more material for my fantasies. Because, when I fantasized about my sister, all I could think of were those two half-exposed breasts.

I didn't know what a full view of breasts looked like. Not just my sister's, I didn't know about any woman's. Back then, I hadn't even watched porn. Of course, the mystery surrounding the area between her legs was even more alluring to me. I agonized over when I would have the chance to meet a real woman and experience what real sex was like.

However, I wasn't lucky. I didn't have a promiscuous older sister, nor did I have an open-minded girlfriend. My girlfriend wouldn't even let me kiss her. Looking back now, our relationship was truly Platonic. We only told our best friends we were a couple; otherwise, we seemed no different from best friends! It wasn't that I didn't want to do anything, but she disagreed, and besides, I didn't have high expectations for girls who were still like children. I was looking forward to seeing what a grown-up woman would be like.

Later, by chance, I discovered that the bathroom door wasn't closed properly. This was more meaningful to me than discovering the New World. It just needed the right moment to work. First, Mom and Dad had to be away from home. Second, my sister had to be home. The chances of this happening were practically zero. The excitement of finding the peephole was quickly replaced by disappointment, but low-probability events can still happen.

One day, Mom and Dad had to go back to their hometown to attend a neighbor's funeral, and before leaving, they told my sister to take good care of me. I knew this news and was secretly overjoyed, but I didn't show it on my face. Then came the waiting, the agonizing waiting.

Finally, that evening, my sister went to take a shower. I quietly peeked at her through the crack in the door. I had planned this for a long time, meticulously plotted it. Everything went smoothly; my sister didn't notice me. In the bathroom, under the warm yellow light, my sister's already fair skin was bathed in a warm glow. I knew it would be even warmer to press against her. Her two little white breasts were finally completely liberated. They proudly held up their pink noses, greedily sucking in the water.

The breasts, still glistening with water droplets, changed shape under my sister's caresses, only to immediately return to their original form. At the same time, I finally saw the long-awaited mysterious area. A triangular patch of hair grew on a small, bun-shaped mound. A smooth, rounded slit extended downwards, disappearing into her thigh. Even right before my eyes, it remained so mysterious! Her dark pubic hair, soaked with water, clung tightly to her mound. But they weren't dense enough, so I could still see the soft skin beneath the fuzz.

My sister meticulously washed her body, applying shower gel to every inch, gently rubbing. Her slender hands left a trail of fine bubbles, a little hazy, a little beautiful. My sister is so lucky to have such a beautiful body, but I don't. How wonderful it would be if I had one! I could admire it closely, gently caress it, and I would love myself to death.

Even if I couldn't have a body as beautiful as my sister's, I'd still want to become a string of shower gel bubbles! That way I could cling to her body and gently kiss every inch of her. It would also be nice to become a towel in her hand, gently absorbing the water droplets from her body. I started to envy everything in the bathroom! They could all have close contact with my sister, but I could only watch from outside the door.

My fantasies became much richer, and for a long time I was content with these fantasies. Time flew by, and I entered high school. In my first year of high school, I did well on a final exam. My parents allowed me to go out and celebrate with my classmates. I came home slightly tipsy, and my sister was waiting for me. It turned out that my parents had gone out on errands. Upon hearing this, I was overjoyed; the alcohol had worn off. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

I pretended to be very drunk, sat down next to my sister, and leaned into her arms. My face was pressed against her soft, warm breasts, which felt wonderfully against my skin. My sister thought I was dizzy and asked me with concern if I was feeling unwell. I didn't answer her, my hands roaming aimlessly over her body. I had no experience and didn't know where to touch, so I just groped around randomly.

My sister didn't know what I was trying to do; she just kept trying to grab my wandering hands. I knew my lips had to do something, so I frantically kissed the breasts in front of me. They were still so soft in my mouth; I wanted to swallow them whole. My sister screamed and shoved me away. Her eyes revealed an anger I had never seen before; I knew she was angry!

At that moment, there was no desire left; I only felt utterly terrified. If my sister told Mom and Dad, Dad might beat me to death. If others found out, the gossip would be something I couldn't bear. I regretted what I had just done, standing there dumbfounded, even forgetting to get up from the ground. It was my sister who broke the silence, not by speaking, but by going back to her room and slamming the door shut. It took me a long time to recover. I silently went back to my room, pondering how to face what would happen next.

My parents came home very late, and my sister and I went to the living room. I noticed my sister had changed into a crew-neck t-shirt. The tank top that had revealed half of her breasts was gone. She was probably keeping an eye on me, and I was disappointed. But more than that, I was afraid. I didn't dare look at my sister, didn't dare look at my parents. Using a hangover as an excuse, I went back to my room, praying that my sister wouldn't tell my parents.

The next morning, my parents didn't scold me, and I felt a little relieved. My sister got up wearing the t-shirt again, acting as if nothing had happened. I was completely relieved; I knew my sister hadn't told me, and I was deeply grateful to her. After breakfast, since we had no classes, we watched TV in the living room while Mom and Dad went to work. I didn't dare talk to my sister, but I would intentionally or unintentionally stare at her. I wasn't watching TV; I was wondering why she had changed her clothes.

My sister probably noticed the confusion in my eyes, and she smiled: "You've made that area red. What will Mom and Dad do if they see it if I don't wear this?" I smiled too. My sister looked so beautiful at that moment!

Countless thoughts raced through my mind. Was my sister tacitly approving of me? Could I continue? But if she didn't mean it that way, would she forgive me if I took further steps? In the end, reason prevailed over desire, and I didn't take any further steps. And that was the end of that matter.

In the years that followed, I often recalled my sister's words, and just thinking about them made me very excited. Countless nights, it was that moment of sucking her breast, coupled with my sister's words, that gave me pleasure. Later, I got into university, got a girlfriend, and experienced real sex. My sister also got a boyfriend. My fantasies about my sister stopped, and that feeling gradually sank to the bottom of my memory.

During those years in university, my sister didn't get married, and I never understood why. Until I went home for Chinese New Year during my senior year, but my mother never smiled. Once, a classmate asked me to go out, and after I left, I came back and found my mother alone on the sofa wiping away tears. I was shocked; something terrible must have happened, but I had no idea.

I went to my mother's side and asked her what had happened. My mother shook her head and refused to tell me. I repeatedly explained that I was grown up and should take responsibility for things at home. My mother, her eyes red, said, "It's not that I think you can't handle it, it's just that you can't handle this."

"What is it? Mom, don't scare me."

"Your sister broke up."

I laughed, "I thought it was something serious! Breakups are normal for young people these days! Don't overthink it."

"But your sister is unfortunate! She's had a hard life! She can't have children. She hasn't married for years because she's been getting treatment, and now that guy thinks it's incurable and has remarried. I don't know what sins I've committed to make her life so miserable!"

Hearing this, I was stunned. How could this be! My sister is so beautiful, so perfectly developed, how could she be unable to have children! I still clung to hope: "Get him treated! Medicine is so advanced now, keep trying!"

Mom shook her head and started sobbing. I knew things weren't as simple as I thought. I silently stayed by her side, my mind blank, not knowing what to do. Just a moment ago I was saying I was all grown up, but Mom was right, this really wasn't something I could handle! I felt so useless!

I found an opportunity to talk to my sister. I advised her to let go of that man, but it's easier said than done. Anyone who's experienced heartbreak understands; even if you repeat the道理 (principles/reason) a thousand times, the pain will still linger! There was no point in saying more, so I said to my sister in an undeniable tone, "Let's go on a trip for a few days."

My sister didn't refuse; she knew I meant well. We visited a few nearby tourist attractions. I subtly hinted that she should find another boyfriend. At the same time, I tried various ways to cheer her up. I won't go into the details of that. Later, I went to university, graduated successfully, and stayed in the city where my university was located to work. My sister gradually recovered over the next few months, although she was still occasionally depressed.

In July, I received a call from my sister. "I'm coming to see you in a couple of days. Your girlfriend isn't here, is she?"

"Sis! We've already broken up! Why are you bringing this up?"

"It's good that we broke up, so she won't misunderstand. Clean the house properly; I don't want a pile of trash to greet me."

"You're such a good sister!"

I picked my sister up from the airport and took her home. She had regained her usual smile and looked even more beautiful. It wasn't until bedtime that I realized I lived alone, so there was only one bed! I started to worry about what to do, but my sister seemed completely unconcerned. We played on the computer for a while, and then it was time for bed. My sister took a shower, and then I went to shower. When I came back, my sister was already in bed. She didn't try to seduce me; she was completely different from what I had imagined in the bathroom.

Ever since she came to my place, I had been fantasizing about all sorts of things, and that excessive behavior from a few years ago came vividly back to mind. Seeing my sister dressed neatly in her nightgown, I knew my fantasies were unrealistic. My desire had already been released during the shower. I had no expectations and prepared to curl up on the sofa for the night. My sister saw me and stopped me: "How can you sleep on a single sofa? Sleep in the bed! We're siblings!"

I lay in bed, constantly thinking, "We're siblings." Yes, nothing could possibly happen, I should just sleep! But my lower body wouldn't obey me at all; it was pushing against my loose pants, pointing towards the ceiling.

My sister noticed my change and smiled: "Still not behaving after all these years." My face flushed instantly, and I didn't know what to say. My sister continued, "You're such a grown-up, why are you still blushing?"

"Sis, I was drunk that time."

"Yeah, really drunk. You made a huge red mark on my front. I was so worried Mom would see it and ask me what happened."

"Really? I've forgotten."

"Really forgotten?"

"Uh, no! That was the first time!"

My sister laughed, followed by a silent silence. Perhaps it was a little awkward; we knew we shouldn't continue this topic. But deep down, I really wanted to continue. I racked my brains for a topic, and finally asked the one thing I shouldn't have. I said, "Sis, are you still undergoing treatment?"

My sister went from silence to sadness, and tears welled up in her eyes. I realized I'd said something I shouldn't have, and immediately comforted her, saying, "It's okay, I'm here for you." What use am I? I don't even know myself! I wiped away my sister's tears, and she pulled my arm around her, burying her face in my chest and crying even harder. I was completely at a loss.

I don't know how much time passed, but my sister cried herself to sleep. She was in my arms, and I held her tightly. Although women weren't mysterious to me at that moment, holding my sister still thrilled me. My sister's body was more mature and fuller than it had been a few years ago. Her breasts were now big and soft against my chest. I fell asleep contentedly, with a gentle happiness.

The night passed, and when I woke up, my sister was already awake. She had regained her smile and seemed quite happy. Seeing that I was awake, she sat cross-legged on the bed and said to me, "You're awake! I have something to tell you."

I replied, "What is it? So early in the morning."

"I've thought about it for a long time, and I think you're right. I should forget that person and start a new life."

"Yes! You've finally figured it out. You should have done it a long time ago! So, what do you think of a new life?"

"Hmm—life is wonderful. The earth keeps turning no matter who leaves. Besides, there are still many people in this world who care about me!"

"Oh?"

"For example, my lovely little brother!"

"Of course, we're siblings."

The conversation suddenly fell silent again. I felt that my sister still had something to say to me, but she seemed undecided. I encouraged her, "What can't you tell me? I'm your brother! The closest man to you in the world!"

"Brother, I want to continue treatment for my problem."

"Great! That's always been my encouragement! If you don't have money, I'm working now, we can definitely afford it together."

"Money isn't a problem."

"Then what is the problem?"

"This is embarrassing to say."

"It's alright, we're the closest of family!"

"It's...that...the doctor said that to treat this, I need...I need someone to cooperate." My sister's voice trailed off; she must have forced herself to say these embarrassing words. I understood what "cooperation" meant, of course, but I still reluctantly said, "You should find a boyfriend soon."

Tears welled up in my sister's eyes again, and she almost cried, saying, "Who would want me like this!" Afraid she would cry again, I mustered my courage and said, "Sis, don't worry. It's not a problem! If you're going to cooperate, what do you think of me? How about me?"

"How can that be? We're siblings! That's incest, no way!"

At this point, I knew my sister just needed a stepping stone. She was, after all, a woman, even if she had thought this way all along. This step still had to be taken by me, so I put my arm around her shoulder. He gently said to her, "Sister, these are crucial times. We're getting treatment, not committing incest. If we cooperate and get cured, you can confidently pursue your happiness. Besides, we're in this unfamiliar city; if you don't tell and I don't tell, no one will know. We're siblings, and it's precisely because we're siblings that we can trust each other and keep each other's secrets! If you find another man to treat you with, even if he's your best friend, he can't completely keep your secrets. And he'll only be taking from you, wanting to possess your body. How could he genuinely want you to be well like I do?"

My sister didn't answer me, but I knew she had let go of half of her worries. I held her shoulders, looked into her eyes, and continued, "Sister, we're here for treatment! Not some obscene incestuous affair! Besides, we're living in a new era; we should consider things realistically and not be bound by convention. Relax, focus on your treatment, and maybe you'll recover quickly with a positive mindset?"

My sister still didn't speak, but gently closed her eyes. I knew this was tacit agreement. At that moment, I was overwhelmed with emotion. I only knew that my entire body was trembling with excitement, every pore seemed to be cheering!

I gently kissed my sister's lips, the lips I had longed for for so many years. They were softer, more moist, and warmer than I had imagined. A surge of electricity shot from the base of my spine to my head, my cheeks almost stiffening from the intense stimulation. I held my sister tightly, wishing I could pull her into my body, to make us one, inseparable. Our lips met repeatedly, our arms clasped tightly together, and we remained in that position for an unknown amount of time. This kiss, so long overdue, was something neither of us wanted to let go of.

Finally, when we were breathless, we separated. We gazed at each other for a moment, then pressed our lips together again. At the same time, I extended my tongue, prying open my sister's teeth, exploring her smooth, fragrant tongue within her mouth. My sister responded willingly, and we licked each other, enjoying the electric currents transmitted through our tongues. No delicacy in the world is more delicious than my sister's tongue! I gently laid her down, pressing myself against her, without
stopping kissing her.

She wrapped her arms around me, one hand resting on the back of my head, gently holding my hair, as if afraid I would suddenly leave. But sister, how could I bear to leave? Her other hand slipped inside my clothes, pulling them down to my armpits. Reluctantly, I pulled away from her lips, took off my shirt, and immediately kissed her again. She stroked my bare back; without the clothes to hinder it, the stimulation was even more intense. Her hands seemed to carry electric currents, sending tingling sensations through me, making me feel comfortable from skin to bone.

I supported myself with one hand, freeing the other to touch my sister's breast. Even through her clothes, I could feel its softness and warmth. I couldn't wait any longer; after a quick caress outside her clothes, I slipped my hand inside. And in the next second, I removed her outer garment. Our bodies, now without any fabric separating us, were finally pressed tightly together. I truly felt my sister's warmth. She was electrifying; the places I touched felt completely tingly!

Throughout this, our lips remained closed, but when her breast pressed against my body, I knew I should kiss it. That fleeting kiss years ago—I hadn't truly felt it yet! I kissed my way down my sister's neck, inch by inch, my destination her breasts, but I wouldn't miss the scenery along the way. Her fair neck, her sexy collarbone, her deep cleavage—every inch was irresistible! Under my sweeping kisses, my sister writhed. Her mouth, now free, gasped for breath!

Finally, I kissed my sister's large breasts! And the nipples were pink, so much more beautiful than where I'd kissed before! I cupped my sister's breasts in my hands, gently kneading and kissing them, focusing all my attention on those tender mounds. It was so hard-won, so unexpected, so delightful! For a moment, I even wondered if I was dreaming! But my doubts, my thoughts, were quickly pulled back by the pleasure. My lower body was hard and throbbing, even a little painful, as if it were about to burst, desperately needing a warm little nest to envelop it!

I gave up caressing my sister's breasts; there would be plenty of opportunities later. While kissing her breasts, I began to pull down her pants. At the same time, she started pulling down my waistband. When we had both shed the constraints we hated and were completely open with each other, I realized my sister was already dazed; she was just instinctively caressing me, instinctively letting out low, soft moans.

I reached down and tested her lower body; it was wet. I could enter her directly. My dear sister, I'm coming, I'm going to unite with you, we're going to become one. Sister! I parted my sister's legs and slowly placed my body between them. Holding my already swollen penis, I rubbed it against her tender vulva for a while, and then, as if by magic, it was drawn in and plunged straight into her depths! A warm current enveloped my penis, and waves of electricity surged through my body, sending signals of bliss to my brain.

It wasn't just my penis entering my sister's body; my entire body was enveloped in her love. My hands returned to my sister's breasts, and my lips explored her tongue, neck, collarbone, and nipples. My sister's hands sometimes caressed my buttocks, sometimes grasped my hair, and sometimes stroked my back. We didn't need to deliberately thrust; our bodies, stirred by the electric current, writhed and throbbed, constantly stimulating our joined bodies, sending shivers of pleasure through our naked forms!

Finally, I couldn't resist the relentless stimulation. A powerful electric current surged through my brain, and my hips involuntarily quickened their movements, thrusting wildly into my sister. With a spasm, a warm current shot from my penis, spraying deep into my sister's body. After the first wave, the second followed immediately! Another spasm, my penis throbbing gently inside my sister's vagina! With each throbbing, a little semen was released; with each ejaculation, my entire body was electrified! After several repetitions, everything calmed down.

I lay limply on my sister's chest, my penis still inside her. We breathed heavily, trying to calm our wildly beating hearts! Yes, I had made love with my sister; we had become one! Though it was hard to believe, I was truly one with her!

After a brief moment of calm, we were both relatively composed. I looked at my sister, and she looked at me. We smiled at each other, and I kissed her again, pushing her down. My sister struggled, turning her head away and saying, "What! Again?" I didn't speak, silencing her with my actions. My sister gradually returned to the mood, and we entwined, caressed, and writhed our bodies. There were no special positions, no obscene words. Our love was purely physical, sex paved with love!

That afternoon we went to the hospital, registered, had tests done, and prepared for long-term treatment. Having overcome our initial reservations, the variety of our lovemaking gradually increased. Our happiness also intensified! My sister would give me oral sex and try different positions with me.

I cooperated with my sister's treatment until now. Although I'm not cured yet, my sister and I no longer care about whether we can be cured or not. My sister says that with me, she is enough. I also love my sister enough, but she insists that I find a girlfriend. That's a story for another time.

[The End]

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