Beautiful sister

Beautiful Sister—A Poem
Beautiful sister, how I long to be close to you. Your pert breasts, your rounded hips, your slender waist, your alabaster body. Every time you emerge from the bath in your pink tank top and tight pants, I lose all control. How I want to pin you down! How many times I've wanted to rush into the bathroom to behold your alluring body. How many times I've wanted to seduce you, to vent my long-suppressed desire. And how many times I've taken advantage of your absence to ejaculate my hot semen into your small, sexy panties. I've even tried to spy on you while you sleep with binoculars, but you always turn off the lights. I fantasize that one day you will understand me and let me kiss you, though this may forever remain a dream.
Tuesday
(A day during summer vacation) Sunny
Today is Tuesday, a workday. Mom and sister went to work, and Dad went to the construction site he oversees. Only my brother and I are home.
We sit on the sofa watching TV. There's nothing good on the show, but nothing else fun either. I noticed my sister's bedroom door was ajar.
Her room had always held a certain mystery for me, a powerful allure. I'd always wanted to go in and see. So, I sent my brother away (to do his homework), and with a heart pounding with nervous excitement, I entered her room.
The room was sunny, and at nine in the morning, the sun generously showered down its rays, bathing the entire room in golden light.
In the northwest corner stood a table with a tape recorder on it. Next to the recorder were a framed photo of my sister and a pack of tissues. Because the curtains blocked part of the sunlight from the table, it was shrouded in darkness, a stark contrast to the rest of the room. And my eyes began their tour from this darkness.
On the same side of the table, opposite it, was a large wardrobe. Between the wardrobe and the table lay the bed, where my beautiful sister and I were most intimate every night. How I wished I could switch places with that bed! On the large bed lay a pink space-age comforter and a heart-shaped pillow, inspiring endless daydreams.
To the right of the room was an open space with only a swivel chair and a white plush teddy bear sitting on it.
My adventure (let's call it an adventure) began in the wardrobe.
Opening the wardrobe door, what greeted my eyes were those beautiful lingeries that had haunted my dreams all day. In an instant, all the blood in my body rushed to one place—I got an erection. Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck me, and this idea led to everything that followed.
I took out a beige bra and a pair of beige panties (they were supposed to be a set) from the wardrobe and "wore" them onto a pillow. I even stuffed some scraps of paper inside the bra to make it look more like a pair of breasts. Then I began to rape this imaginary older sister.
I ejaculated after only a few rubs, soaking the entire panty with semen.
After releasing my pent-up emotions, I calmed down and realized there were many things to clean up, such as how to clean up my sister's panties and how to put her underwear back in its original state. Another serious problem I discovered was what to do if my parents or sister came back while I was "committing the crime."
Thinking this, I tidied up my things, quickly wiped away the dust, and left my sister's room.
They both came back that evening, and nothing seemed amiss, so I ate and went to bed peacefully. In bed, I thought about having another round tomorrow, but I needed to improve my technique.
Wednesday
, [Date], Sunny
. Having learned from yesterday's experience, I was much more adept today. Luckily, my younger brother was out with his classmates, saving me the trouble of getting rid of him.
Entering my sister's room again (if only one day I could just "enter my sister"), I didn't immediately open the wardrobe. Instead, I resisted the urge and walked to the table, wanting to see what lay inside.
The table had four drawers on each side, and a large drawer in the middle. The large drawer and the two small drawers on either side were unlocked; the rest were locked. Opening them one by one, I found only tapes, books, cosmetics, and the like—not the things I had imagined, such as diaries or condoms.
It seems my sister is quite shy; she's unwilling to leave those things out in public, or perhaps she doesn't even have them. This only fueled my interest. (Sorry for the late announcement, my sister is nineteen, and I'm eighteen.) I wonder what's in the locked drawer?
The urge within me grew stronger, swallowing my patience like a black hole. Finally, I left the table and opened the wardrobe I'd longed for. This time, I took a pair of white cotton underwear and a pink lace bra and "wore" them onto the pillow, just like last time. But this time, I felt something was off. After looking at it for a while, I realized the pillow was too thick and didn't resemble my sister at all, and it made the lovely underwear look out of shape.
Here, I want to describe my beautiful sister to everyone: My sister is nineteen years old this year (as mentioned above), about 1.65 meters tall, with a cool short haircut, a slightly round oval face, and a not-so-large but very perky bust. Her waist isn't particularly thin, but it's extremely sexy; her buttocks are round and, although not very perky, extremely beautiful. Her skin is fair, especially her face, which is fair with a rosy glow, like a ripe fruit, delicate and fragile.
Once, on a crowded bus, we sat very close together. My sister was wearing capri pants, and a section of her snow-white calves was exposed. In front of me, I really wanted to… Besides, my sister has a pair of long, beautiful legs and delicate feet, which, combined with the rest of her body, make her an absolute sexy beauty.
Sigh, I was so focused on describing it that I was still aroused earlier.
After realizing the problem, I found a rope, tied a thin section around my waist on the pillow, tightened my bra and panties, and then…
Today was so different from yesterday, even the feeling after the pleasure was different. I felt a sense of loss afterward today, but I don't know why.
Thursday
, [Date], Cloudy.
Although the weather was gloomy today, my desire remained, even stronger. My longing for my sister was the same.
After 8:30 in the morning, after everyone had disappeared, I started my "required course" again. Since it was only the beginning of the workday, it was still early before they came back. So after I had my pleasure once, I did it several more times. Just as I was about to give in for the fourth time, I heard the door open. Before I could even get everything ready, the person had already come in. I thought to myself, "This time I'm doomed, I have no choice but to grit my teeth and go for it." I had even rehearsed my responses if it were my parents or younger brother. But I never expected it to be my older sister. I never dared to imagine how I would face her. But now it was her—how ironic!
When I stood before her, my erection throbbing, and she saw the bed covered in underwear and my brother with no pants, the awkwardness was unimaginable.
My head throbbed, and the whole world shut down. I didn't know what she said or if she didn't utter a sound. I ran out of her room, wanting to find a crack to hide in and never come out again.
For the next few days, I didn't go into her room again, but strangely, no one in the family scolded me. I just didn't know why…
On
[Date]
, I endured a week of extreme restraint. Today, I couldn't hold back any longer, and I also felt that time could erase everything.
I went to my sister's room again.
For the past week, I hadn't been able to go to my sister's room, and with all my desires pent up, I started reading erotic novels. But it didn't help; instead, it only fueled my lust. But I learned something—masturbation. I was masturbating. But every time I ended up with a hard-on, I couldn't release. I think it's probably because I lack emotional stimulation. So I went into my sister's room.
I eagerly pulled out a pair of red, narrow-brimmed thongs with cutouts at the top, and used the part covering my labia to masturbate. After a few dozen strokes, a thick stream of semen gushed out, covering the floor.
So good! This was the best I'd felt in days. I lay on my sister's bed, my penis still wrapped in her thong, and enjoyed a wild orgasm.
After tidying up, I went to the living room to watch TV. A little while later, I felt refreshed. My sister's half-open door began to tempt me again. I went into her room once more.
This time, my lust wasn't as intense, and I began to observe her room again. I noticed a basin of clothes in the southwest corner—a basin of dirty clothes.
Ah, I remembered. The clothes my sister had changed out of after showering last night, but because it was so late, she hadn't washed them. These must be them. I picked them up and found my sister's thongs—unwashed thongs, still carrying her scent and vaginal secretions.
My heart pounded wildly, and my penis instantly became erect.
I was overjoyed; this was truly an unexpected surprise. Wasn't this practically the same as going straight into my sister?
At the same time, a brilliant idea flashed through my mind again—if I could smear my semen on my sister's panties, wouldn't that be almost the same as going straight into her?
So, using these surprisingly good panties, I had sex six times. I evenly smeared the semen on all of my sister's panties and the areas of her bra that touched her nipples. I evenly smeared the rest on my sister's cup and poured it into her shampoo. Imagining my sister being fucked by me, I got erect again and ejaculated a mess. Not wanting to waste my semen, I poured it all into my sister's bath towel.
However, this time I lacked experience; next time I need to be more careful and prepare everything before my sister takes a bath. That way… hehe!
Ah, what a happy day! Saturday, [Date], Sunny.
Today
,
neither Mom nor Dad had to work, so our family decided to go back to our hometown to visit Grandma. We went back in the morning and, as usual, stayed until the afternoon. I ran home alone after lunch, the reason for which is obvious. I had a perfectly good reason not to arouse my parents' suspicion—I had arranged to study with my classmates that afternoon.
Returning home alone, I was overjoyed, again for obvious reasons. But as I was about to enter my sister's room, something bothered me, like a spiderweb suddenly caught in mid-air, lingering and intangible.
Here, it's necessary to explain my background. I lost my father at a young age, and my brother and I grew up with our mother. In my first year of high school, my current father entered our lives, along with my sister. Although she was nominally my sister, from the moment she arrived, I uncontrollably transferred all my interest in the opposite sex to her.
I think this is probably the source of the "spiderweb."
I can't always be like this, because she is my sister; but I always am because, physiologically, she isn't my sister. This is the reason I derive immense pleasure from my attachment to my sister—first, I haven't committed incest; second, I am suspected of incest.
And so, I sat on the sofa, lost in thought. It wasn't until my parents came home that
I saw my sister again that evening, fresh from her shower, wearing a pink tank top and pink tight shorts. My lust erupted like a volcano. The thought, "I want my sister," lingered in my mind. I would never again take my pleasure in my sister's underwear. Doing so would only bring me more and more disappointment and loss.
And so, a "conspiracy" began to brew in my mind.
Monday
, July [Date], Sunny.
I thought there were only three possible outcomes if I got close to my sister:
1. My sister would understand my feelings, and things would naturally progress.
2. My sister wouldn't want to, but after I schemed to get close to her, she would accept me. 3. My sister wouldn't want to, but after I schemed to get close to
her, she would hate me to the core.
From a cost-benefit perspective, the first option was undoubtedly the best choice. However, firstly, things are never that perfect. Secondly, even if this path worked, it wasn't exciting enough. The third option was the most exciting, but the consequences were too severe. Therefore, the second option was my final choice.
My sister wasn't at work today. My older sister always takes a shower before bed when she's not working. After showering, she won't open the closet. The closet is big enough to hide me. I can hide inside until she falls asleep...
but I can't enter through the door after she's asleep because her bedroom door is always double-secured. Even if I had the key, the noise of opening the door would surely wake her. So I chose the first route.
I had the idea, all I lacked was practice and luck.
After dinner, my parents went to bed early, and my younger brother went out to play. I pretended to feel unwell and went back to my room. While my sister was showering, I slipped into her room and hid in the closet.
Successfully carrying out a plan is usually a 50/50 chance, and the tension was palpable. Moreover, I was experiencing it firsthand, not strategizing, and I was even a little scared. I was truly caught in a dilemma.
Time passed slowly, and I endured the torment of time. "Why isn't my sister asleep yet?"
It was getting dark, but of course, hiding in the closet, I couldn't see if it was dark or not. But the light in my sister's room was on; I could see it. The light shone through the slightly ajar gap in the wardrobe, as if searching for me. I quickly hid further inside. But my eyes remained outside, because my sister had come in.
And so, through that crack, I saw everything, and through that crack, I gained everything.
My sister had finished showering, wearing her ever-fresh and fragrant bathrobe—a pink tank top and pink tight shorts. She exuded a fragrance—I could smell it even in the wardrobe. Her hair wasn't dry yet; I imagined it smelled like green apples. Water droplets clung to her arms and calves, and I could almost smell her natural scent. Her tank top was short, not fully covering her shorts, giving me a glimpse of her sexy waist and her slightly concave navel.
My sister combed her hair, looked in the mirror, and gave herself a sweet smile. Then, while reading, she seemed to be waiting for her hair to dry. My sister never used a hairdryer, never wore a face mask, and never used cosmetics. My sister is naturally beautiful.
Finally, her hair was dry.
I had expected her to slowly undress and then go to sleep (so I could feast my eyes!). But she just turned off the light
and lay down on the bed.
While waiting for her to fall asleep, I wondered if she masturbated. Didn't she have any desires?
But she didn't; she slept like a real woman. Her even breathing told me she was fast asleep. It was 11:30 at night.
I tiptoed and pushed open the wardrobe door. "Squeak!" The sound startled me so much I froze. "Sister, please don't wake up!" I stood frozen in the darkness for a moment before stepping out of the wardrobe.
Facing my sister lying asleep on the bed, my whole body began to tremble, as if I were about to jump up. My penis was already erect.
Because it was summer, my sister wasn't covered up; perhaps that's why she slept in her clothes.
There's a highway downstairs from my building, and across the highway is a construction site, its lights burning all night.
A soft, white light radiated through the glass window, dappling my sister and reflecting in my eyes.
Her firm breasts, flat stomach, long legs, and beautiful face, bathed in this moonlit light, were breathtakingly beautiful! I almost couldn't bear to spoil this perfect moment. However…
I tried to reach my hand towards my sister's breasts, gently caressing them through her vest. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the soft, hemispherical breasts sent waves of stimulation through my body, finally settling at my core. The wave-like onslaught made my already erect penis uncontrollable, and a torrent gushed out—I ejaculated.
The initial wave of desire was thus temporarily relieved. I began to carefully admire my sister's body. Of course, I had to be careful not to wake her.
I gently moved her arm away and lifted her vest from the bottom up. In this process, I slowly saw her abdomen, inch by inch, the snow-white, firm skin, finally reaching her proud, domineering breasts. My blood froze; the whole world was silent except for my sister's breathing and my heartbeat.
I bent down, lowered my head, and began kissing my sister, inch by inch, starting from her abdomen and moving upwards. My tongue touched my sister's smooth skin, my nose inhaled her sweet fragrance, inch by inch...
I licked the base of her breasts with the tip of my tongue, circling around the "mountain range," winding upwards until I reached her ruby-like nipples.
Perhaps stimulated, or perhaps entering a state of paradoxical sleep, my sister's breathing became a little rapid. I think she must be having a sweet dream.
After lingering on her breasts for about half an hour, I began to explore downwards.
From her breasts, I meandered down, kissing my sister's upper body again, until I arrived at her sacred forbidden zone.
Through her tight shorts, I could already smell a refreshing fragrance. It must be my sister's delicate scent mixed with the scent of her shower gel.
And so, I kept my head buried in this paradise, seizing this infinite beauty.
About ten minutes later, I began to remove my sister's shorts. My heart was filled with tension and urgency, my movements were careful and cautious.
I gently lifted my sister's jade-like buttocks and untied her shorts from behind. "Ah!" I wanted to scream. My sister was wearing my favorite white panties today.
Looking at her flat stomach and slightly protruding vulva encased in the narrow band of the panties, my already erect penis could no longer be restrained.
I spread my legs and placed my penis on my sister's vulva, rubbing it against the panties. I felt something surging inside me, like a volcanic eruption. "Hold on!"
But I only held on for about two minutes before a white dragon emerged from her opening. There was a pool of semen on my sister's belly.
Looking at the time, it was already past one o'clock, so I started to take off my sister's panties.
I slipped my hands under my sister's jade buttocks and slowly took off the only clothing that could cover her body, pulling it down all the way down her round and tight legs.
Now, my goddess was finally presented naked before me, presented to nature. I was so excited that I almost cried!
I lowered my head again and kissed my sister's vulva deeply, my tongue roaming in the crevice. I slightly parted my sister's legs, exposing her vagina. My tongue, like a fish, "drilled" into her vulva. Her vulva was so small. Oh, maybe it was covered by her hymen. It's a pity there was no light, otherwise I really could have seen what her hymen looked like. It must be like the description in *The Peach Blossom Spring*: "At first, it was extremely narrow, only wide enough for one person to pass through..."
From her vulva upwards, I kissed her clitoris (don't think I don't know, I'm a medical student). As I kissed, I suddenly noticed a milky white fluid flowing from her genitals, with a pleasant but not fragrant smell. Completely involuntarily, I ate it all, swallowing it, a feeling of unprecedented satisfaction welling up inside me. Sister, I love you!
Then, I kissed her genitals all the way to her toes.
That night, my sister's sheets were soaked, and her underwear was no exception. And I paid the most "painful" "price" of the summer vacation—my legs went weak. The next day, my sister seemed a little embarrassed when she saw me; perhaps she had dreamt of me. As for me, with ulterior motives, I was naturally at a loss for words when I saw her. Sigh, what a mess!
You might ask why I didn't enter her body. I think it's because:
First, due to family circumstances, my sister and I don't talk much. Although we're siblings, we're not close. I couldn't guarantee how she would react.
Second, I love my sister,
and I didn't want her to lose her virginity because of me. Therefore, although I desperately wanted to enter her body, I didn't. But this doesn't mean I'm some kind of saint, because the
first reason accounts for 80%. However, what happened next changed my life. ********** ... Just to clarify, I wrote this short because I get dizzy reading long articles. Also, I update very quickly, so I definitely won't disappoint you fellow forum members. ************************************************************************************************ **Year*Month*Day Sunday Cloudy My mood was as gloomy as the weather. My sister brought a man home today—her boyfriend. My parents treated him like any other guest, entertaining him for lunch. After sitting for a while, the man left—taking my sister out. Ever since that night when I was intimate with my sister, I've started to feel that she's a part of me, even my everything. I even think my sister might like me. Watching her leave with someone else, with a man, with a man she calls her boyfriend, I felt like the song says—my heart was breaking. I followed them out silently. Of course, only after they'd been gone a while, to keep it from everyone. I wanted to know where they were going and what they were doing. So, I followed them for the entire afternoon. That one afternoon changed my love for my sister. They first went to a park not far from my house and sat on a stone bench for an hour. The man went to buy a soda once. Otherwise, they stayed close together. I could clearly see their every move from the holly bushes directly opposite them. Medically speaking, their movements were a stimulus, and my eyes were the receptors. The stimulus traveled through my eyes to the brain, which then reacted and acted on my whole body. My heart pounded faster and faster, accompanied by a pricking sensation; even my gluttonous heart joined in, hard as a board. So what did I see? Sometimes memories are painful. The stone bench where my sister and her brother sat faced south, backed by several lush willow trees. My sister nestled in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder. Their lips moved softly, whispering something, probably sweet nothings. As they spoke, his hands began to wander. The right hand that was holding my sister began to move downwards, from her shoulder to her back, and then all the way to her round, jade-like buttocks. It didn't stop there but continued to rub back and forth, moving downwards. And my sister seemed to show no sign of resistance, not even a hint of shyness. This was what angered me the most—my sister, my everything, was being wantonly violated by another man. "I'll kill that man, and I'll kill my sister too!" Good heavens, how could I have such a thought? But this was indeed the reason for all my future acts of revenge against my sister. Before I knew it, it was dark. After leaving the stone bench, my sister and her companion didn't go home, nor did they leave the park. They strolled and chatted in the park, embracing each other. Here, I want to emphasize again, it was dark.

The unexpected happened. My sister and that man went to the thicket where I had been watching them during the day, the holly bushes that could shield everything. I guessed what they were about to do, but I didn't want to believe it. Or perhaps there were other reasons, like I wanted to spy on them. I followed them and hid in the thicket.
It got darker, but the park lights hadn't been turned on yet.
My eyes seemed to glow, seeing everything they were doing. I didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
The man was gentle at first, taking off his coat and spreading it on the grass. He gently supported my sister's shoulders, letting her slowly lie down on the grass. The moment her back touched the grass, he pounced on her like a wolf, ignoring her resistance, tearing off her clothes as if to tear her apart, leaving her near-perfect body stained by the rough grass. Even now, I still think it was rape.
Later, my sister didn't show any dissatisfaction or resistance; she even seemed to reciprocate. That man didn't seem to have any sense of romance either. He entered my sister's body—which I so desperately wanted but was reluctant to enter—without even a caress, and began to brutally violate her. I could almost hear my sister's painful groans. Damn it!
I suddenly realized that I couldn't bear to see my sister possessed by someone else, not by this brutal man, not even by someone as gentle as me. My sister was mine alone. All my previous thoughts about protecting my sister's chastity were negated.
But no matter how I thought about it, my sister had already been possessed by someone else. Killing that man was impossible, and possessing my sister forever was also impossible. The contradiction between ideals and reality, the hatred for that man, the complex feelings for my sister, coupled with the increasingly dark night, led to the beginning of my revenge plan.
Monday
, [Date], a dark and windy night.
After everything that happened yesterday, hatred filled me. After crying my heart out last night, I am now incredibly strong, incredibly despicable!
I will drug and rape my sister!
I drugged and raped
my sister yesterday and today, when she was off work. Everyone knows what we did yesterday. She's off work today, and I'm on vacation. She's no longer my goddess; today I'm going to unleash my hatred on her.
It's hot (it's summer vacation, after all), hotter than usual. My sister woke up from her afternoon nap, covered in sweat. As I expected, she went into the bathroom. This time, I didn't tamper with the towels, shampoo, or shower gel. I didn't because I wanted to conserve my energy; I wanted to use it wisely.
My sister went into the bathroom.
I began my operation—I poured the powdered ten sleeping pills into her usual orange juice packet.
Now all I had to do was wait and pray to God (though I thought, if God knew, why would He bless me?). I felt there was a high chance my sister was under his spell—it was hot, she was thirsty after her shower, and she liked orange juice.
I couldn't just sit in the living room waiting for her to fall into my trap—it would be too suspicious, and too hasty. So I left the house and went to the grove of trees in the park from yesterday, recalling the scenes that had fueled my hatred. This only strengthened my resolve for revenge. I didn't even bother thinking about the consequences. To hell with it!
I figured my sister had finished her shower, drunk her juice, and passed out, so I started walking back. All the way, I imagined what was going to happen.
However, what I saw at home left me speechless.
When I got home, my sister had already showered, and as I expected, there was a half-empty bottle of orange juice on the table. But then, a problem arose: her bedroom door was locked, and double-locked.
Problem one: where was the key?
Problem two: had my sister been drugged?
Problem three: even if she was, how long would the effects last?
Problem one was solved ten minutes later—I found the key. Problem two was solved half an hour later—self-assurance triumphed over doubt. Problem three was solved another half hour later—I found in my pharmacology book that that dosage would have a hypnotic effect lasting a little over an hour.
The conclusion was: I couldn't go in now. Because my sister might already be awake.
Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god! Besides those two words, what else can I say? The ancients said, "Feng Tang grows old easily, Li Guang is hard to be ennobled," and their words are indeed true!
What to do? It seems I can only wait for an opportunity.
No, I can't wait any longer. Rackling my brains, I came up with another plan.
Dinner time arrived. I pretended to help my mother cook porridge, and while she was on the phone, I put forty sleeping pills (Dalmatian) powder into the pot. Everyone will surely ask why I always use sleeping pills. Because sleeping pills are colorless, odorless, and cheap. Everyone will also ask, forty pills, such a large dose, won't it cause problems? Don't forget, I'm a medical student, and there are five people in my family. I just hope my sister won't skip meals, even just some porridge would be fine.
Everyone didn't disappoint me; fate finally stopped playing tricks on me. About half an hour after dinner, everyone said they felt dizzy and went to their rooms to sleep. I pretended to feel unwell, only taking a few sips of porridge, so I wasn't dizzy at all. I even volunteered to wash the dishes.
I hastily washed the dishes, putting all potential dangers out of my mind. Holding the key to my sister's room, I made my way there in the pitch black.
The door opened with a slight noise, but not as loud as I'd expected, and naturally, it didn't wake her. Like a vulture, I approached my "prey" silently.
Because it was so hot today, my sister wasn't wearing her sexy nightgown, only the yellow lingerie I'd first used to relieve myself in. She only covered her navel with a corner of a towel to prevent the cold from hurting her stomach. Thinking back to the last time I was in her room, the first thing I saw was her navel; this time, it was everything else.
While darkness makes it easy to hide, it also makes it difficult to see. Besides, this time I didn't need to hide at all. So I turned on the lights in my sister's room—only the pinkish bedside lamp, not the silly fluorescent light. This created an atmosphere without waking her.
Removing her cover this time was too easy. With just a flick of my wrist, my incredibly sexy sister, dressed only in her lingerie, was completely revealed before me. Her breathing was a little shallow, a result of the medication. My breathing was also a little rapid, due to nervousness.
Although I had captivated my sister, I was still a man of great pleasure. I still enjoyed "ravaging" her step by step, inch by inch. But this time, I started from her forbidden territory, exploring her lower body first.
I gazed at my sister; her beautiful, slender body, under the caress of the pink light, glowed slightly white, still like a goddess.
Still gentle, I removed her panties; still tender, I kissed her vulva. But this time, there was no longer that feeling of "innocence." Damn bastard!
My mouth continued to move downwards, every inch of my sister's skin was doomed. And the semen I ejaculated while kissing my sister was all absorbed by her beige panties.
The urge in my lower body grew stronger and stronger; kissing alone could no longer solve the problem. I got into my sister's bed. I began to take revenge on her upper body with my penis.
I positioned my penis atop my sister's breasts, unhooked her beige bra, and placed it between her breasts, beginning to rub. But I found it too dry, failing to arouse her. So I scooped up her vaginal fluids with my hands, smeared them on my penis and between her breasts, and continued rubbing.
My heart pounded faster, my breathing quickened, and my penis swelled. My dark penis, caressed by my sister's soft, white breasts, felt increasingly pleasurable. Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated. Thick, copious semen sprayed all over my sister's face and chest. I, too, reached my peak in days.
But the revenge wasn't over yet.
I pried open my sister's small opening and inserted my already limp penis, thrusting back and forth. After a while, it became erect again.
Because I had already ejaculated once, I lasted longer this time. Without hesitation, I moved my penis to my sister's vulva. I slightly parted her legs, exposing her vulva. Slowly, I entered her.
My sister's vagina was so tight! It enveloped my penis perfectly, a million times more pleasurable than wearing underwear. At first, I could hold back and thrust slowly, but later, my thrusts gradually became stronger, until finally, it felt like I was pounding the ground. My sister's vulva became increasingly wet and lubricated, making me feel increasingly aroused. My sister even moaned a little.
Oh no, what if I woke her up? Never mind
, I'll still do it.
Although my actions would be disastrous if my sister discovered them, I vaguely felt there was another side to the story. In a way, I even wanted my sister to find out. Like a high-stakes gamble, even knowing the odds are against you, it still holds immense allure.
My emotions grew increasingly complex, but so did the force of my thrusts.
Waves of pleasure crashed against my increasingly fragile nerves. The volcano seemed poised to erupt at any moment, my sister poised to awaken at any instant. The stimulation was unparalleled.
My semen gushed out like a tidal wave, leaving my body and entering my sister's flower garden. I became somewhat reckless, straddling my sister, savoring the warmth after our lovemaking.
Feeling my sister's breasts, her fragrance, my not-yet-softened penis hardened again inside her. I lifted my sister, turning her over so her back was to me. I held her waist with both hands, positioning her buttocks against my penis.
My sister's juices were so abundant, even her anus was wet. I thought, since we've already done this once, why not do it again? Thinking it, I did it. I thrust my hips forward, inserting my entire penis into my sister's even tighter anus. My sister's anus was too tight; I only thrust in and out about ten times before ejaculating. It all went inside her.
I was so tired, and I was so overwhelmed by pleasure that I fell asleep on top of her. My penis was still inside her anus. Having finally gotten my revenge, I fell asleep
on my sister's bed. What will happen next? Only dawn will tell. (
The End) ********** ... We can't expect a child to write a good erotic novel, and I never expect to write a world-famous masterpiece. Because of a lack of life experience, a lack of reality. Of course, by "life experience" and "reality," I mean a thought process. After all, most novels are fictional. And my thoughts, as mentioned before , revolve around "sex" all day long. So, I wrote this piece, " Beautiful Sister." **************** ... On one hand, I wanted to get revenge on my sister. But what kind of revenge was that—she had no idea I was doing it to her. Maybe I chose this method because I loved her. On the other hand, I also wanted to tell her the whole truth. I really hoped for the other side of this disaster—maybe my sister would fall in love with me. The latter thought swelled in my mind, growing bigger and bigger, until it finally took over. I made up my mind. In the morning, my sister woke up as she always did, and seeing her genitals in such a mess, she gave a shy smile, just like every other morning. Just as she was about to get up to change her underwear, she saw a large envelope on the table and the words on it: "Dear beautiful sister, by the time you read this letter, I will be on a train heading south. I hope that after reading everything in this envelope, you can forgive me." It was signed "Your loving brother." My sister tore open the envelope, unfolded the folded letter, and began to read my inner thoughts: Beautiful sister, beautiful sister, how I long to be close to you. Your pert breasts, your rounded hips, your slender waist, your alabaster-like body. Every time you emerge from the bath in your pink tank top and tight pants, I lose all control. How I long to pin you down! How many times I've wanted to rush into the bathroom and behold your alluring body. How many times I've wanted to seduce you, to vent my long-suppressed desire. And how many times, when you're not around, have I ejaculated my hot semen into your tiny, sexy panties. I've even tried to peep at you while you sleep with binoculars, but you always keep the lights off. I fantasize that one day you'll understand me, and let me kiss you, though that may forever remain a dream.

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