My younger sister gave me her first time.

I never imagined that my younger sister would lose her virginity to me. More than five years have passed, and I still feel guilty. I'm telling this story now in the hope that you won't criticize me. I know I was wrong, and I just hope you won't make the same mistake. Although I've heard a lot about incest over the years, I still feel uneasy. I didn't want to tell anyone, and I hope you can understand.

It happened three years ago. I was working in Guangzhou, and my sister was in Foshan. I was 22, and she was 20. She had just graduated from vocational school and came to Foshan with a classmate to find a job. One day she came to Guangzhou to visit me. I lived alone in a rented one-bedroom apartment, and since I was the only one living there, there was only one bed. After she arrived, I put a wooden board under my head in the living room and slept there, leaving my bed for my sister. I'm very thin and have always been sensitive to the cold. The weather in Guangzhou around the Lunar New Year is especially cold, and I usually use two blankets at this time.

Now that my sister is here, we each have one. They seem quite thin, and I was worried she'd get cold, so I told her not to take off her clothes and to sleep wrapped up in them to keep warm. I didn't take off my clothes either.

Around midnight, she woke me up, saying she was cold. I got up and took out some thick clothes from the closet and covered her with them. I closed all the doors and windows, leaving only a small gap for ventilation. Then I went back to sleep.

She woke me up not long after I fell asleep. I asked if she was still cold, and she said she wasn't, but she was scared. I said, "What are you scared of? I'm here, don't be afraid." She said she was scared, so I said, "Then turn on the light and sleep with the light on, that way you won't be scared." My sister is young and timid; she's even afraid of mice at home.

I got up and turned on the light for her. After a while, she woke me up again, saying she was still scared and asked if I could come in and sleep with her, so she wouldn't be afraid. I was startled. Although we're siblings, I'd never even considered sleeping in the same bed with her. We often slept in the same bed when we were little, but we were too young to understand, and I've never slept in the same bed with her since. I said, "Don't be afraid, little sister, I'm here, what are you scared of?" She wouldn't listen and kept shouting, so I kept comforting her, telling her not to be afraid. She said, "I didn't expect you to be such a coward, brother. You're supposed to be a man! Sleeping together doesn't necessarily mean doing anything. It just means we're closer, and that makes me less afraid." I knew she was angry.

My sister has always been timid. When we boys were little, we'd go play with firecrackers together, and she would always hide behind me. I'd tell her, "If you're scared, don't come along," but she insisted.

I thought about how pitiful she was, and it was true. Sleeping together doesn't necessarily mean doing anything. We've played together since we were little, and nothing's wrong with that. I felt so old-fashioned. So I moved the blanket to my sister's bed, covered her up, turned off the light, and crawled into bed. My blanket is 1.8 meters wide, which is pretty good for two people. My younger sister slept inside, and I slept outside. Since there was only one pillow, we each slept on half, so we were very close.

As soon as I lay down, she said, "Brother, I want a hug." I said, "Sister, don't talk nonsense, be good, go to sleep." She didn't listen and continued to call out, "I want a hug!" I said, "Sister, be good, don't hug, brother sleeps here, you don't need to be afraid," and then she stopped talking. Because it was quite cold, I was worried she would get cold, so I reached out to pull the blanket up for her. Just as my hand passed over her, it touched something soft and fluffy. I was immediately startled, broke out in a sweat, and realized—it was her breast. I then realized that she had taken off her clothes, not even a bra; at least her upper body was completely naked.

I sensed something was wrong and immediately sat up. I thought I'd better go sleep in the living room outside; sleeping like this would be dangerous. But as soon as I sat up, she pulled me back. Caught off guard, she pulled me heavily onto the bed. With lightning speed, she rolled over and climbed on top of me, then began kissing me passionately. I could feel her using a lot of force. She was breathing heavily, like she had just run several kilometers.

I tried to push her away, but to no avail. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. I turned my head away to stop her kissing me, so when I turned to the left, her mouth followed; when I turned to the right, her mouth followed.

I suddenly became very angry and slapped her on the butt, but she ignored it and continued to wrap her arms tightly around my neck. I slapped her again, and she stopped kissing me. I heard her laugh and say, "Brother, is your penis useless? Why isn't it hard? I've been on top of you for so long, and I haven't felt it get hard. Are you impotent?"

My sister is very beautiful. Except for being a little short, less than 160cm, everything else is quite good. Her figure and face are perfectly matched, and she looks pure and lovely. When I'm with her, I like to look at her breasts. Her breasts are really beautiful, not too big, not too small, not too high, not too low, just right. She seems to be proud of it and never avoids me looking at her breasts. I guess girls like others to look at their beautiful parts, even if they are siblings. When she laughed and said I was impotent, all I could see was her image, and I suddenly felt dizzy.

She was still giggling, laughing loudly, which seemed quite exaggerated in the quiet of the night. I hadn't taken off my clothes when I lay down, and now she reached out to take them off. I stopped her, and she forcefully unbuttoned my clothes. She said, "Brother, I want it."

Hearing this, I broke out in a cold sweat. My sister is usually quite mischievous, but she's generally reserved, not the arrogant or unrestrained type; she's quite ladylike. Her actions tonight were truly unexpected; she was incredibly bold. I wondered if she had experienced something traumatic during the day.

I also thought that perhaps it was because it was dark and we couldn't see each other that she was so bold. I would never dare to do that with her. I struggled to get up and turn on the light, but she held me down tightly, preventing me from getting up. She wasn't as strong as me, so I got up and turned on the light anyway. I thought turning on the light would stop her, because she could see me, and that would make her nervous and prevent her from doing anything.

After turning on the light, I saw her face was flushed, and she was still breathing heavily, probably exhausted from the exertion. I said, "Sister, you're crazy! How could you do this?" Before I could finish speaking, she pounced on me again, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck, trying to kiss me again. I turned my head away, refusing her kiss. I pushed her away forcefully; I was so angry that without thinking, I slapped her across the face. Then she sat on the bed, neither crying nor laughing, and didn't say a word.

At that moment, I regretted it. No matter what, I shouldn't have hit her. My brother and I have always had a good relationship over the years, and I've always loved her dearly. I've never hit her, even when I'm really angry, I can't bear to. At most, I'll scold her a few times, and then buy her some snacks to appease her, and she'll be happy again. This was the first time I'd ever hit her since I was old enough to understand.

After breaking free from her, I got out of bed, rolled up a blanket, and went to the living room. I wasn't going to sleep with her anymore; I was going to sleep in the living room. Just as I turned around to go to the living room with the blanket in my arms, she suddenly hugged me tightly from behind, wrapped her arms around my neck from behind, wrapped her legs around my waist, and pressed her whole body against my back. Caught off guard, I didn't expect her to pounce on me from behind. I lost my balance and fell backward, slamming her down on top of me. Reacting quickly, afraid of hurting her, I jerked my body away as I fell, landing beside her.

She cried, saying, "Brother, I really want it! What are you afraid of? I'm not afraid, so why are you?" Her tears hurt me deeply. I hate seeing my sister cry; I'd rather suffer myself than see her sad. I said, "Sister, don't cry. We're siblings, and siblings shouldn't do that kind of thing, understand?" She said, "Why can't I? If I don't tell anyone, no one will know. It's not like it's my first time anyway. I just want to try it with you. If you don't want me, I'll go find someone else."

Her words almost choked me. I said, "Sister, are you sick, or have you been reading porn or watching porn?" She said no, she just wanted to do "that" with me. She cried very loudly, in the middle of the night. I was afraid the neighbors would hear, so I covered her mouth with my hand to stop her from crying so loudly. She then wrapped her arms around my neck. This time I didn't push her away. I knew that forcing her wouldn't work; I had to persuade her slowly.

Before I could even speak, she said, "Brother, I just want it! I'm not sick, I'm perfectly normal. I just want to try what it's like. All my colleagues have tried it, and they say it's really fun. I don't want to go to anyone else; I only want to do it with you. You're my brother, and I feel so safe with you. I've loved being with you since I was little. With you around, no one dares to bully me. So, I only want to do it with you."

I said, "Little sister, you're so silly. It's only right for a brother to love you, but this kind of thing can't be done, you know?" She said, "Why can't I do it? No one will know. I just want to do it with you. You're supposed to be a college student, and you're scared of something so small." She pleaded, "Brother, just once, please give in to your little sister! Just once, and never again. You have to keep your word." I said no, not even once. A girl's first time is precious; you should save it for your future husband, or at least for the person you love most, understand? Before I could finish, she said it wasn't my first time.

After all that, I tried to persuade her, but she persuaded me instead. Finally, I said, "Just once, but don't tell anyone." As soon as I said that, she jumped out of bed, hugged me, and showered me with kisses, constantly murmuring, "I knew you were the best to me, brother." It was then that I noticed how beautiful my sister's fair body was. Touching her skin, so soft and smooth, I felt a wave of dizziness.

Although I had slept with two other girls before and had some experience, I just couldn't get excited with my sister. It always felt awkward; I couldn't find that feeling, I couldn't let go. I said, "Sister, let's turn off the light. I feel awkward doing this with you in front of me." She said okay, so I turned off the light. I took off my clothes, and the moment my skin touched hers, my blood boiled. I couldn't resist the stimulation. I hugged her and touched her hard, squeezing her breasts—soft, elastic, and so comfortable. I kissed her lips—soft, wet, and soft. She responded passionately. My veins felt like they were about to explode. I hadn't made love for almost two years since breaking up with my girlfriend in college. Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with desire.

At that moment, I forgot everything else; I couldn't care less.

When I reached down to my sister's genitals, I found she was already soaking wet. I touched the blanket, and it was completely drenched too, dripping with fluid. My sister was moaning, seemingly enjoying it. I didn't know if it was from the pleasure of our intimacy or if she was trying to please me, but she kept moaning and breathing rapidly.

My sister whispered, "Brother, I want your penis." So I prepared to enter her. I was about to spit on my penis to make it easier to slip in, but then I thought better of it—she was so wet down there—so I just smeared some on my penis with my hand. My sister had already spread her legs, and I began to penetrate her. I was careful not to hurt her, so I was very gentle. Just as I inserted a tiny bit, my sister suddenly cried out. I reflexively stopped immediately. I asked her if it hurt, and she said a little, but it was okay, just go slower. So I went slower. Not wanting to hurt her, I applied some water to my penis, trying to make it as wet as possible to make it easier to go in.

Once my penis was fully inside her, a wave of pleasure washed over me—it felt so good. Then, a thought flashed through my mind, and I broke out in a cold sweat: Why is she so tight? Didn't she say it wasn't her first time? Could it be…? I asked her, "Didn't you say it wasn't your first time? Why is she so tight?" She said, "Brother, you're so nagging. I want a kiss." So she kept kissing me, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. I wanted to ask again, but her lips were on mine, so I didn't. I started thrusting, slowly because I was afraid of hurting her. I asked, "Little sister, does it still hurt?" She said, "I'm fine, just go slower, brother." So I continued thrusting.

After a while, she said she wanted to be on top; her colleague said it would be more comfortable that way. So I had her climb on top and inserted myself again. This time, it was much easier than before. My sister squeezed my penis with her hands, and I lay still. She sat down and entered me. The moment she entered me, I felt another wave of pleasure, as if my blood was boiling.

She kept twisting her hips, her mouth still kissing me without letting up. She hooked her arms around my neck, her upper body pressing against mine. My chest was against her breasts, warm and soft, so comfortable. Soon, I was about to ejaculate. I told her, "Sister, don't move, I'm going to ejaculate, let me pull out." She didn't listen and instead twisted even more vigorously. And so, I ejaculated inside her. I said, "It's not good to ejaculate inside, you'll get pregnant. Why don't you let me ejaculate outside?" She giggled and said her period had just ended yesterday, and her colleague said it was her safe period and she wouldn't get pregnant. She continued to giggle; I could tell she was very happy. After I ejaculated, my penis went soft. She wouldn't get off me or let me pull out. She said she liked it this way, with me inside her, and she lay on top of me, continuing to kiss me. After kissing for a while, she said, "Brother, you're so sweet. Let's sleep like this." I said okay, put my arms around her waist, and we fell asleep like that.

When I woke up the next day, my sister had already prepared breakfast. Seeing that I was awake, she came over and kissed me, smiling and saying, "Brother, get up and have breakfast. Today's breakfast is all your favorites." Her smile was so sweet, a smile that revealed happiness, the kind only a girl in love could have. I felt particularly awkward. I didn't feel awkward when we were doing it last night, but now even just having her kiss me felt awkward.

I lifted the covers to get out of bed, and what I saw there stunned me. There was a lot of blood on the blanket. I immediately realized why it was so tight when I penetrated her last night. I had suspected then that it was her first time, and now it seemed it really was. I called my sister over and asked her what was wrong. She said, "Brother, I just want you to feel at ease. If I told you it was my first time, you would never have done it with me, no matter what. You don't need to think too much about it, it's nothing. I just really want to try what it's like. Doing it with you, being able to do it with you, makes me so happy." I was stunned. But she seemed completely unaffected, still chatting and laughing. The only difference from usual was that she was especially fond of laughing today, giggling for no reason.

After breakfast, I let her go back to Foshan. Before leaving, my sister, just like before when she came to visit, asked me to carry her from the fifth floor to the first floor. My sister has always been very mischievous, often asking me to carry her up and down the stairs. Every time I carry her, she's very happy. When my sister is happy, I feel very happy.

She came to visit me several times afterward, but each time, I would say I was going out in the afternoon and then not go back. I would stay at a friend's place. I was afraid to sleep in the same room as my sister again; I was afraid she would do what she did before, and I was afraid I would lose control again. Gradually, the matter faded away. Five years passed, and neither of us mentioned it again. My sister was still the same sister—laughing, always wanting to be affectionate and playful with me, still wanting me to carry her up and down the stairs. But I still felt incredibly guilty about it.

The article is finished. I hope everyone won't scold me. I know what I did was wrong; it's incest. I know I was wrong. But it's all in the past. I'm writing this now simply to express what's on my mind, hoping that others won't make the same mistake I did. That's all.

I never imagined that my younger sister would lose her virginity to me. More than five years have passed, and I still feel guilty. I'm telling this story now in the hope that you won't criticize me. I know I was wrong, and I just hope you won't make the same mistake. Although I've heard a lot about incest over the years, I still feel uneasy. I didn't want to tell anyone, and I hope you can understand.

It happened three years ago. I was working in Guangzhou, and my sister was in Foshan. I was 22, and she was 20. She had just graduated from vocational school and came to Foshan with a classmate to find a job. One day she came to Guangzhou to visit me. I lived alone in a rented one-bedroom apartment, and since I was the only one living there, there was only one bed. After she arrived, I put a wooden board on the floor in the living room and slept there, leaving my bed for my sister. I'm very thin and have always been sensitive to the cold. The weather in Guangzhou is especially cold around the Lunar New Year, and I usually use two blankets at that time.

Now that my sister is here, we each have one. They seem quite thin, and I was worried my sister would get cold, so I told her not to take off her clothes and to sleep wrapped up in them to keep warm. I didn't take off my clothes either.

Around midnight, she woke me up, saying she was cold. I got up and took out all the thick clothes from the closet and covered her with them. I closed all the doors and windows, leaving only a small gap for ventilation. I went back to sleep.

Not long after, she called me again. I asked if she was still cold, and she said she wasn't, but she was scared. I said, "What are you scared of? I'm here. Don't be afraid." She said she was scared, so I said, "Then turn on the light. Sleep with the light on, and you won't be scared." My sister is young and timid; she's even afraid of mice at home.

I got up and turned on the light for her. After a while, she called me again, saying she was still scared and asked if I could come in and sleep with her so she wouldn't be afraid. I was startled. Although we were siblings, I had never imagined sleeping in the same bed with her. We often slept in the same bed when we were little, but we were too young to understand. I had never slept in the same bed with her since. I told her, "Don't be afraid, little sister, I'm here. What are you afraid of?" She wouldn't listen and kept shouting, so I kept comforting her. She said, "I didn't expect you to be so timid, brother. You're supposed to be a man! Sleeping together doesn't mean we have to do anything. It just means we'll be closer, and then I won't be afraid." I knew she was angry.

My sister has always been timid. When we boys were little, we would go play with firecrackers, and she would always hide behind me. I would tell her, "If you're scared, don't come along," but she insisted on coming.

I thought about how pitiful she was, and it's true, sleeping together doesn't necessarily mean doing anything. We've played together since we were little, and nothing's wrong with that. I felt so old-fashioned. So I moved the blanket to my sister's bed, covered myself up, turned off the light, and crawled into bed. My blanket is 1.8 meters wide, which is pretty good for two people. My sister slept on the inside, and I slept on the outside. Since there was only one pillow, my sister and I each slept in half, so we were very close.

As soon as I lay down, she said, "Brother, I want a hug." I said, "Sister, don't talk nonsense. Be good and go to sleep." She didn't listen and kept calling, "I want a hug!" I said, "Sister, be good. Don't hug me. Brother sleeps here, so you don't have to be afraid." Then she stopped talking. Because it was cold, I was worried she'd get cold, so I reached out to pull the blanket up for her. Just as my hand passed over her breasts, it touched something soft. I jumped in fright, breaking out in a cold sweat. It immediately dawned on me—it was her breast. I then realized she had taken off all her clothes, not even a bra; at least her upper body was completely naked.

I sensed something was wrong and immediately sat up. I thought I'd better go sleep in the living room; sleeping like this would be dangerous. But as soon as I sat up, she pulled me back down. Caught off guard, she pulled me heavily onto the bed. With lightning speed, she rolled over and climbed on top of me, then began kissing me passionately. I could feel her using a lot of force. She was panting heavily, as if she had just run several kilometers.

I tried to push her away, but failed; she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. I turned my head away to stop her from kissing me, so when I turned to the left, her mouth followed; when I turned to the right, her mouth followed.

I suddenly became very angry and slapped her on the butt, but she ignored it and continued to wrap her arms tightly around my neck. I slapped her again, and she stopped kissing me. I heard her laugh and say, "Brother, is your penis useless? Why isn't it hard? I've been on top of you for so long, and I haven't felt it get hard. Are you impotent?"

My sister is very beautiful. Except for being a little short, less than 160cm, everything else is quite good. Her figure and face are perfectly matched, and she looks pure and lovely. When I'm with her, I like to look at her breasts. Her breasts are really beautiful, not too big, not too small, not too high, not too low, just right. She seems to be proud of it and never avoids me looking at her breasts. I guess girls like others to look at their beautiful parts, even if they are siblings. When she laughed and said I was impotent, all I could see was her image, and I suddenly felt dizzy.

She was still giggling, laughing loudly, which seemed quite exaggerated in the quiet of the night. I hadn't taken off my clothes when I lay down, and now she reached out to take them off. I stopped her, and she forcefully unbuttoned my clothes. She said, "Brother, I want it."

Hearing this, I broke out in a cold sweat. My sister is usually quite mischievous, but she's generally reserved, not the arrogant or unrestrained type; she's quite ladylike. Her actions tonight were truly unexpected; she was incredibly bold. I wondered if she had experienced something traumatic during the day.

I also thought that perhaps it was because it was dark and we couldn't see each other that she was so bold. I would never dare to do that with her. I struggled to get up and turn on the light, but she held me down tightly, preventing me from getting up. She wasn't as strong as me, so I got up and turned on the light anyway. I thought turning on the light would stop her, because she could see me, and that would make her nervous and prevent her from doing anything.

After turning on the light, I saw her face was flushed, and she was still breathing heavily, probably exhausted from the exertion. I said, "Sister, you're crazy! How could you do this?" Before I could finish speaking, she pounced on me again, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck, trying to kiss me again. I turned my head away, refusing her kiss. I pushed her away forcefully; I was so angry that without thinking, I slapped her across the face. Then she sat on the bed, neither crying nor laughing, and didn't say a word.

At that moment, I regretted it. No matter what, I shouldn't have hit her. My brother and I have always had a good relationship over the years, and I've always loved her dearly. I've never hit her, even when I'm really angry, I can't bear to. At most, I'll scold her a few times, and then buy her some snacks to appease her, and she'll be happy again. This was the first time I'd ever hit her since I was old enough to understand.

After breaking free from her, I got out of bed, rolled up a blanket, and went to the living room. I wasn't going to sleep with her anymore; I was going to sleep in the living room. Just as I turned around to go to the living room with the blanket in my arms, she suddenly hugged me tightly from behind, wrapped her arms around my neck from behind, wrapped her legs around my waist, and pressed her whole body against my back. Caught off guard, I didn't expect her to pounce on me from behind. I lost my balance and fell backward, slamming her down on top of me. Reacting quickly, afraid of hurting her, I jerked my body away as I fell, landing beside her.

She cried, saying, "Brother, I really want it! What are you afraid of? I'm not afraid, so why are you?" Her tears hurt me deeply. I hate seeing my sister cry; I'd rather suffer myself than see her sad. I said, "Sister, don't cry. We're siblings, and siblings shouldn't do that kind of thing, understand?" She said, "Why can't I? If I don't tell anyone, no one will know. It's not like it's my first time anyway. I just want to try it with you. If you don't want me, I'll go find someone else."

Her words almost choked me. I said, "Little sister, are you sick, or have you been reading porn or watching porn?" She said no, she just wanted to do "that" with me. She cried very loudly. In the middle of the night, I was afraid the neighbors would hear, so I covered her mouth with my hand to stop her from crying so loudly. She then wrapped her arms around my neck. This time I didn't push her away. I knew that forcing her wouldn't work; I had to persuade her slowly.

Before I could even open my mouth, she said, "Brother, I just want it. I'm not sick, I'm perfectly normal. I just want to try what it's like. My colleagues have all tried it, and they say it's really fun. I don't want to go to anyone else; I only want to do it with you. You're my brother, and I feel so safe with you. I've loved being with you since I was little. With you around, no one dares to bully me. So, I only want to do it with you."

I said, "Little sister, you're so silly. It's my duty to love you, but this kind of thing can't be done, you know?" She said, "Why can't I do it? No one will know. I just want to do it with you. You're a college student, and you're scared of such a small thing." She pleaded, "Brother, just once, please give in to your little sister, just once, and never again. You have to keep your word." I said, "No, not even once. A girl's first time is very precious. You should save it for your future husband, or at least for the person you love most, understand?" Before I could finish, she said, "It's not like it's my first time."

After all that, I tried to persuade her, but she persuaded me instead. Finally, I said, "Just this once, and don't tell anyone else." As soon as I said that, she jumped out of bed, hugged me, and showered me with kisses, constantly murmuring, "I knew you were the best to me, brother." It was then that I noticed how beautiful my sister's fair body was. Touching her skin, so soft and smooth, made me feel dizzy.

Although I'd had sex with two other girls before and had some experience, I just couldn't get excited with my sister. It always felt awkward; I couldn't find that feeling, I couldn't let go. I said, "Sister, let's turn off the lights. I feel embarrassed doing it with you looking at me." She said okay, so I turned off the lights. I took off my clothes, and the moment my skin touched my sister's, my blood boiled. I couldn't resist the stimulation. I hugged her tightly, caressing her breasts—soft, elastic, and so comfortable. I kissed her lips—soft, wet, and tender. My sister responded passionately. My veins felt like they were about to burst. Since breaking up with my girlfriend in college, I hadn't had sex for almost two years. Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with desire.

At that moment, I forgot everything else.

When I reached down to my sister's genitals, I realized she was already soaking wet. I touched the blanket, and it was completely drenched—so much fluid had seeped out. My sister was moaning, probably enjoying it. I didn't know if it was from the pleasure our intimacy gave her, or if she was just trying to please me. Anyway, she kept moaning and breathing rapidly.

My sister whispered, "Brother, I want your penis." So I prepared to enter my sister's body. I was about to spit some saliva on my penis to make it easier to go in, but then I thought, "No need," since she was so wet down there, so I just smeared some on my penis with my hand. My sister had already spread her legs, and I started to insert. I was afraid of hurting her, so I was very gentle and careful. When I had just inserted a little bit, my sister suddenly cried out. I reflexively stopped immediately. I asked my sister if it hurt, and she said it did, but it was okay, just go slower. So I went slower. Not wanting to hurt my sister, I applied some water to my penis, trying to make it as wet as possible to make it slippery and easier to insert.

Once my penis was fully inside her, a wave of pleasure washed over me; it felt so good. Then, a thought flashed through my mind, and I broke out in a cold sweat: Why is she so tight? Didn't she say it wasn't her first time? Could it be…? I asked her, "Didn't you say it wasn't your first time? Why is she so tight?" She said, "Brother, you're so nagging. I want a kiss." So she kept kissing me, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. I wanted to ask her more, but her lips were on mys, so I didn't. I started thrusting, slowly, because I didn't want to hurt her. I asked, "Little sister, are you still in pain?" She said, "I'm fine, just go slower

, brother." So I continued thrusting. After a while, she said she wanted to be on top; her colleague said it would be more comfortable that way. So I had her climb on top and inserted myself again. This time, it was much easier than before. My little sister squeezed my penis with her hands. I lay still, and she sat down and went in. The moment she entered me, I felt another wave of pleasure; my blood felt like it was boiling.

She kept twisting her hips, her mouth still kissing me without letting up. Her arms were around my neck, her upper body pressed against mine, my chest against her breasts—warm, soft, and so comfortable. Soon, I was about to ejaculate. I said, "Little sister, don't move, I'm going to ejaculate, let me pull out." She didn't listen; instead, she twisted even more vigorously. And just like that, I ejaculated inside her. I told her it wasn't good to ejaculate inside, that she could get pregnant, and asked why I couldn't ejaculate outside. She giggled and said her period had just ended yesterday, and her colleague said it was her safe period and she wouldn't get pregnant. She continued giggling, and I could tell she was very happy. After I ejaculated, my penis went soft. My sister wouldn't get off me or let me pull out. She said she liked it this way, with me inside her, and she lay on top of me, continuing to kiss me. After kissing for a while, she said, "Brother, you're so good. Let's sleep like this." I said okay, put my arms around her waist, and we fell asleep like that.

When I woke up the next day, my sister had already prepared breakfast. Seeing that I was awake, she came over and kissed me, smiling and saying, "Brother, get up and have breakfast. Today's breakfast is all your favorites." Her smile was so sweet, a smile radiating happiness only a girl in love could have. I felt incredibly awkward. I hadn't felt awkward when we were doing it last night, but now even letting her kiss me felt awkward.

I threw back the covers to get out of bed, and the sight before me stunned me. There was a lot of blood on the blanket. I immediately realized why it was so tight when I penetrated her last night; I suspected then that it was her first time, and now it seemed it really was. I called my sister over and asked her what happened. She said, "Brother, I just wanted you to feel at ease. If I had said it was my first time, you would never have done it with me, no matter what. You don't need to think too much about it, it's nothing. I just really wanted to try what it felt like. Doing it with you, being able to do it with you, makes me so happy." I was completely stunned. She seemed completely unaffected, still chatting and laughing. The only difference today was that she was unusually cheerful, giggling for no apparent reason.

After breakfast, I sent her back to Foshan. Before leaving, my sister, just like before when she came to visit, asked me to carry her from the fifth floor to the first. My sister has always been mischievous, often wanting me to carry her up and down the stairs. Every time I did, she was happy, and her happiness made me feel blessed.

She came to visit me several more times afterward, but each time, I would say I was going out in the afternoon and then not go back, staying at a friend's place. I didn't dare share a room with her anymore; I was afraid she would act like before, and I was afraid I would lose control again. Gradually, the matter faded away. Five years passed, and neither of us brought it up again. My sister was still the same sister—always smiling, always wanting to be pampered and clingy, and still expecting me to carry her up and down the stairs. But I've always felt incredibly guilty about it.

The article is finished. I hope you won't criticize me. I know what I did was wrong; it's incest. I know I was wrong. But it's all in the past. I'm writing this now simply to express what's on my mind, hoping that others won't make the same mistake I did. That's all.

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