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My sister's love for me [Full] 

Looking back on my three years of high school, there were many hardships, but also many joys, all thanks to my older sister, because she loved me so much.

My sister is almost 35 now, and time has left its mark, but she takes better care of herself than most women in their thirties. She's slightly plump, her breasts are a little saggy, and her lower abdomen protrudes a bit, but her skin is great, and she has few wrinkles. At least in my eyes, she's the most beautiful sister in the world.

Our family has a very good relationship; my parents, sister, brother-in-law, and I get along very well. But I always feel that my sister is especially good to me, probably because my parents work far away, and I'm her only brother, so naturally we're closer.

Since starting high school, the studies have been very demanding, and the pressure has been immense. I often go to bed very late, and my sister always makes me drink a glass of warm milk before bed, saying it helps me sleep. But I have a better method: masturbating before bed. Every time I ejaculate, I feel very tired, and naturally, I fall asleep quickly and sleep very soundly. As for masturbation, the objects of his fantasies were mostly celebrities, such as Kelly Chen, Lin Xinru, or others. But one night he dreamed of having sex with his sister and even had a wet dream. From then on, his sister became his masturbation rival; none of those so-called celebrities could compare to his most beloved sister. School passed quickly while he was fantasizing about his sister. When he started school, he was placed in a humanities class, and the chattering of the younger girls in his class gave him a deeper appreciation for his sister's mature beauty. His masturbation became even more frequent. Because he was constantly thinking about his sister's body, his grades plummeted. The teacher invited his sister to the school, hoping the parents would cooperate to find the reason for his declining grades, since he had a good chance of getting into a top university. After his sister returned, she discussed it with her husband and didn't say anything to him, only telling him to focus his energy on his studies. He thought they basically didn't know what he was doing, but he deeply felt their concern and protection. Especially his sister; he saw nothing but love in her eyes. From then on, I tried hard to study, but I couldn't break the habit of masturbating at night because I loved my sister too much.

One night during the second semester, my brother-in-law was away on a business trip, and I was studying alone in my room while my sister was probably watching TV. After finishing my homework, I couldn't resist taking out my sister's picture and masturbating again. The picture was one I had taken of my sister at home not long ago. My sister was smiling in the picture, and I was looking at her, hoping to see through her clothes, my hand moving rapidly inside my pants. Just then, my sister pushed the door open and came in. My desk was facing away from the door, so I didn't notice and continued. But when I heard that familiar voice say in surprise, "What are you doing?", I ejaculated while panting. I turned around and saw my sister's surprised and slightly angry look. I was terrified and didn't know what to say. My sister knew what I was doing, of course, but when she saw her picture on the table, her face turned red, red all the way to her ears. Seeing him standing there blankly, she said, "Hurry up and tidy yourself up." He practically ran to the bathroom, pulled out his penis, and cleaned it, but he hadn't brought his underwear with him, so he had to clean the thick semen off his underwear as well.

When he returned to his room, his sister was sitting on his bed. Seeing him come in, she beckoned him to sit next to her and then gently asked, "Do you often do this?" He said, "Yes, sister, please don't be angry with me, okay?" His sister smiled and said, "How could I be? I know you're all grown up, but this kind of thing shouldn't be too frequent, it'll hurt your health."

Seeing that his sister wasn't angry, his heart immediately relaxed. His sister asked again, "Why did you take my picture?" He answered shyly, "I like you so much, sister, so I always think about you." "Silly little brother, what are you thinking? I'm your sister. Besides, doing this all the time will affect your studies. Don't do it again, understand?" "Okay, I understand."

Then, my sister said those words that still haunt my memory: "My dear brother, you must study hard. That's all I hope for. As long as you study hard, whatever difficulties you encounter, I'll help you." Looking into her eyes, I immediately understood her meaning. I said, "Sister, don't worry, I'll listen to you. Just wait for good news."

From then on, I really focused on my studies and stopped masturbating, only taking out my sister's photo to look at every night. Hard work pays off, and at the end of the semester, I ranked third in the whole grade, even my teacher was surprised by my progress. The whole family was even happier. My brother-in-law specially allowed me to drink, but he got drunk before I did.

My sister and I helped him to the bedroom to lie down, and he kept saying, "Good brother, well done!" My sister and I returned to the dinner table, and I asked, "Sister, is brother-in-law alright?" "He always thinks he's still young, but he can't even outdrink you." "Actually, I was a little tipsy at the time, and without thinking, I asked, 'Sister, I did well on the test this time, what prize do you want?' My sister understood what I meant. She rolled her eyes at me and said, 'Come to your room.'

I suppressed my wildly beating heart and went back to my room. My sister followed me in and locked the door. She came to my side, made me lie down, and then quietly pulled down my pants. My penis had already 'saluted' itself, and now that it was free from the constraints of my pants, it was naturally erect and straight. My sister looked at it for a while and said, 'Your little brother has really grown up. Close your eyes.' I immediately obediently closed my eyes, only feeling my sister's hand touching my penis. It was so soft and warm. Then my sister began to slowly stroke it. Her technique wasn't very skilled, but it was much warmer than when I did it myself." He started sighing, secretly opening his eyes to look at his sister. Her face was flushed, and she was looking at him kindly. The thought that his sister was helping him masturbate excited him immensely. He ejaculated quickly, but because he wasn't prepared, he sprayed semen everywhere. Feeling a little embarrassed, he looked at his sister, who scolded him, "You're still a little brother." She then found a towel and wiped the semen off his body and the mat. She helped him put on his pants and asked, "Was it warm?" "It was so warm, sister! Will you still help me in the future?" "As long as you study hard and make your sister proud, how could your sister not want her good little brother to be warm?" She quickly kissed him on the cheek and left. He lay there, feeling weak all over, too warm to move, and fell asleep.

The next morning, her brother-in-law said while eating breakfast, "You did well on your exams this time. Since it's summer vacation anyway, let your sister take a few days off to travel with you. Next semester you'll be in school, and then you won't have time to rest." She glanced happily at her sister. Her sister was also looking at her; she blushed and immediately turned away. She figured they must both be thinking about last night, and they'd been traveling together for several days!

They went to Qingdao, but not with a tour group, so they could plan their own trip. After getting off the plane, they checked into the Secret Garden Hotel, near the sea, in a beautiful setting. Since they were siblings, they only booked one standard room. They could see the sea from the window. It was her first time at the seaside, and she was so excited that she didn't notice her sister's somewhat gloomy expression. But when it was time for dinner, I noticed something was wrong and asked, "Sis, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" "No, maybe I'm just tired from the flight." Although my sister said that, I knew it wasn't because of that. I realized how selfish I had been; how could I have only thought of my own happiness and forgotten about my sister?i=13> I decided to correct my mistake through action. I chatted with my sister, making jokes and constantly putting her favorite dishes on her plate. Gradually, her mood improved, and I naturally felt happy too.



After dinner, back in the room, my sister said she was going to take a shower and told me to watch TV first. When she finished showering, I came out and saw that the two single beds that were originally separate had been moved together, making it look like a double bed. She asked me in surprise why, and I said, "It's been so many years since I slept with you, sister. I want to sleep with you tonight." My sister laughed and said, "You're still so young! You're so old and you still want to sleep with your sister?" Then she went to shower too, and in just her underwear, she crawled into bed. Although it was July, Qingdao wasn't hot at all, and the hotel had air conditioning, so I only needed a thin blanket.

As soon as I lay down, I smelled my sister's fragrance—not the scent of soap, but a special scent I couldn't describe. I couldn't help but lean closer to her. She was wearing a one-piece bathrobe, which felt like silk against my skin, but I wanted to be even closer to her skin, because that would feel even more comfortable. I whispered, "Sister, can I hug you?" My sister was lying with her back to me. After a few seconds, she said, "Okay." I tentatively placed my left hand on her waist. It was so soft there. Although it wasn't as curvy as a young girl's, the fullness felt wonderful. After a while, seeing that she didn't object, I moved my hand towards her lower abdomen. There was even more flesh there, and I could feel a warmth even through her robe. Just as I was touching her, she pressed my hand down, saying, "Just leave it there, don't move." I obediently stopped moving, but pressed my body against hers, my chest against her back, my already erect penis against her buttocks. Her buttocks were so full. I moved my body so that my penis was pressed against her buttocks cleft, because that was where I felt the most comfortable.

I felt her body trembling. I asked, "Sister, are you cold?" "A little. Just hold me tight and don't move, okay?" Feeling uncomfortable with my right hand pressed under my body, I quickly reached under my sister's neck and hugged her. She seemed to sigh slightly but didn't say anything. I held her tightly, my penis pressed against her, enjoying the sensation. My sister gradually stopped trembling, her body softening from its earlier stiffness, letting me hold her close. Perhaps because we were tired from the flight, we fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, I woke up early because I needed to urinate. Opening my eyes, in the dim light, I saw my sister curled up in my arms. Her face was pressed against his bare chest, her right arm around his waist. This excited him immensely. Looking at his sleeping sister, with her mature charm yet also a touch of girlish beauty, his heart pounded, and his penis swelled to the point of being rock hard.

Afraid of waking her, but truly excited, he quietly moved his body, bringing his lips closer to hers. When they were only about two centimeters apart, she suddenly opened her eyes and tilted her head back. They stared at each other for several seconds, then she laughed and said, "You little rascal, trying to ambush your sister?" He laughed sheepishly, but didn't give up, pleading. After

a long while, she pushed him away, panting heavily, saying, "Are you trying to suffocate me?" He, having tasted the sweetness, pleaded, "Sister, again! It's my first kiss, you have to make me feel good!" She murmured, "First time, first kiss, first time." He kissed her again. This time he was better; he sucked his sister's tongue into his mouth, savoring it slowly. His sister was also intoxicated by his gentle kiss.

After kissing for who knows how long, his tongue got a little numb, so he withdrew. His sister must have been exhausted, as she was breathing softly beside him. After a while, his sister sat up and said to him, "You little rascal, you've worn me out. Even your brother-in-law doesn't kiss me for this long." He laughed and said, "My brother-in-law gets to kiss me every day. I only get this opportunity so often." His sister laughed and got up to wash up. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw him still lying in bed and said, "Get up, you lazy son." "No," he said, "I want my sister to pull me up." "I said in a coquettish tone. My sister, unable to resist, bent down to pull me up. Just then, I saw my sister's breasts through the neckline of her nightgown. I froze. They were so big, so white, and it seemed she wasn't wearing a bra... My sister noticed my strange expression, hesitated for a moment, and immediately realized why. She turned around and sat on the edge of the bed. I muttered to myself, "So beautiful, so lovely.

" I sat up and put my arm around my sister's shoulder, saying, "Sister, I want... I want to see." "No, we're siblings, this isn't allowed." "When did you help me before?" "That was so you could focus on your studies. We made mistakes before, we can't make the same mistakes again." "Aren't your breasts for breastfeeding me? I used to suckle them when I was little. Besides, look at yourself..." I turned my sister around, letting her see my erection. My sister stared at my lower body without saying a word for a long time. I stared at her, pleading, "Sister, please, please."Seeing her sister biting her lip, nodding slightly as if shaking her head, she couldn't bear the situation. Summoning a sudden surge of courage, she reached for the shoulder strap of her sister's nightgown. Just as she pulled the right strap down to her upper arm, her sister grabbed her hand, saying, "Silly."

Her sister came over and sat on the edge of the bed, not saying a word, just looking at her. She panicked, her hand trembling as she reached out. When she touched the nightgown, she also touched her sister's chest. At that moment, she saw her sister's eyes close. Her hand tightened only for a moment, and the nightgown was pulled down.

At that moment, she saw the most beautiful sight of her life: a pair of full breasts, round and firm, slightly sagging but still standing erect. Brown areolas accentuated the round, jade-like nipples. Although she had never seen other women's breasts, she was certain these were the most beautiful in the world. Her sister's hands seemed to be at a loss, trying to cover her chest, but she couldn't hide this beautiful sight. Her shy expression was utterly captivating.

After a long while, I finally turned my gaze away from those bulges. My sister was wearing white underwear, which looked like cotton, and the style was very ordinary, similar to my own boxer shorts. The rest of her body was completely naked, and her snow-white skin was dazzlingly white. Because we were so close, I could almost see the pores on her skin. I looked at every part of my sister's body—breasts, shoulders, abdomen, thighs—and it was breathtakingly beautiful. I felt that this was the most beautiful body in the world, and I couldn't find any other words to describe it.

My sister, seeing me staring blankly, said coquettishly (which sounded absolutely coquettish to me), "Haven't you seen enough yet?" "Not enough, not enough, I can never get enough of looking at someone this beautiful." "You're so cheeky." I looked up at my sister, but she seemed to avoid my gaze, her eyes darting away and looking elsewhere. She seemed to notice his increasingly erect lower body and asked with concern, "Is it very uncomfortable?" He seemed to cry out from the bottom of his heart, "Yes!" His sister said affectionately, "That's unfortunate." He hurriedly asked, "Sister, can you do it like last time?" His sister looked at him, exhaled a long breath, and said, "I knew you'd be greedy. Go put your clothes on." He wasn't about to let her go; he grabbed her hand and pressed it against his penis. She tried to struggle, but he held on, and she gave up after a while. She carefully pulled down his underwear, placing her hand on his burning hot penis. She seemed surprised by its heat, pulling her hand back slightly, but immediately grasping it again. The quiet stroking sent him soaring to the heavens. He couldn't resist pulling his sister closer, putting his arm around her shoulder, and kissing her on the lips. His sister had just said, "Don't touch me like that," when his beautiful red lips were sealed by his.

Because I was lying down, and my sister's left hand was masturbating me, when we kissed, she was practically lying on top of me. I pulled her close, and finally, her breasts touched my chest. At that moment, I felt breathless; a softness I had never felt before spread rapidly from my chest throughout my body. I pulled my sister close, pressing her against me, so that our chests made full contact.

He was sucking on his sister's fragrant tongue, her full breasts pressed against his chest, his senses so vivid he could feel her nipples pressing against him, and his sister's small hand stroking him from below. This three-pronged stimulation left him feeling almost out of his mind. Soon, he reached his climax. Perhaps having learned from his previous experience, his sister knew he was about to ejaculate. She struggled to free herself from his mouth, grabbed a piece of cloth-like material, and placed it on his penis, her hand continuing to stroke him. He felt a tingling sensation in his lower body, and then a lot of fluid gushed out.

When he came to his senses from the intense stimulation of ejaculation, he saw his sister looking at him with those loving eyes again, but it seemed different than before. The love had changed, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Looking closer, he realized that the cloth-like material was actually his sister's pajamas. It was covered in thick semen, emitting a strong, pungent smell, and his sister's hands also had a considerable amount.

Seeing that she was awake, her sister laughed and said, "Now look what you've done, making such a mess of my pajamas..." She said apologetically, "Sister, I'm sorry, I'll wash them for you." "Who said you had to wash them?" Looking at her sister's manner of speaking, she felt it was the way she often spoke to her brother-in-law, a kind of flirtatious air. Could it be...?

Her sister went into the bathroom and put on some clothes—not the pajamas, of course, but something else. When she came out and saw her still lying naked on the bed, she quickly avoided her gaze and said, "My little darling, aren't you going to put on some clothes?" Seeing her shyness, she didn't want to embarrass her any further. He quickly dressed and asked, "Sister, where are we going to play today?" His sister thought for a moment and said, "We'll go shopping in the morning and swimming in the afternoon." They

arrived at the Qingdao People's Department Store. Since his sister hadn't brought a swimsuit, she wanted to buy one. He suggested a bikini, but his sister disagreed, saying she was too old for a bikini and it would be embarrassing. He said his sister was in such good health that it would be a waste not to wear one. As he said this, his sister looked at him shyly, while he smiled smugly. When they reached the counter, the saleswoman, seeing the siblings buying bikinis, said, "Big sister, you're so lucky to have such a filial brother." "My sister was too shy to speak, but I secretly noted down her swimsuit size.

After buying the swimsuit, she seemed to lose interest in shopping. I was also eager to see her in a bikini, so I dragged her to grab a quick bite and then to the Second Beach, not far from our hotel. It wasn't crowded, and the seawater was relatively clean.

When I changed into my swimming trunks and came to the beach, under the bright sunshine, I saw a beautiful woman standing on the shore in a bikini. Her long hair was styled in a bun, which made her neck look even longer and more shapely. Her full yet petite figure was even more alluring in the bikini. That was my sister.

When she saw me staring at her with a blank look, she knew I was up to something again, so she sat down to stop me from staring so openly. I sat down next to her and said, 'Sister, you're so beautiful.'" My sister didn't speak, gazing thoughtfully at the undulating sea. I didn't know what she was thinking; perhaps she was thinking about her husband, or perhaps… perhaps she was thinking about the beautiful scenery of this morning, just like me.

I pulled my sister up and walked towards the sea. She didn't say anything either, letting me hold her hand as we walked into the water. We swam slowly. My sister had taught me to swim, but she seemed a little distracted. A wave crashed over her, and she choked on water, her strokes becoming erratic. I quickly caught her. At nineteen, I was tall and strong. I held her waist, trying to keep her head above water, saying, "It's okay, sister, it's okay." He swam back. Once ashore, he helped his sister sit down. She seemed exhausted, leaning on his shoulder, coughing up the seawater she'd swallowed. Looking at her face, red from the water, he felt a pang of sympathy. He pulled her into his arms, letting her head rest against his chest, and patted her shoulder to comfort her. After a while, his sister recovered, suddenly realizing she was leaning against his chest. She quickly sat up, her face flushed, and looked at him. He knew then that her blush wasn't from the water, but from being against her brother's chest. He was secretly delighted. He said, "Sister, let's go back. The sun's strong today; we don't want you to get sunburned." My sister smiled and agreed.

Because we had changed our plans, we didn't get back to the hotel until after 2 PM, which was still early for dinner, and there wasn't enough time to go back in. So we rested in the room. After showering and changing, we sat in the room, unsure what to say. To break the awkward silence, my sister suggested watching TV. We turned on the TV; it was showing an American blockbuster, and a couple was having sex. The footage wasn't explicit, but it was beautifully shot, though everyone knew it was sex. My sister was embarrassed to watch, but I had the remote, so I watched intently, finding it beautiful.

Finally, the sex scene ended, and the protagonists started a gunfight and chase. I lost interest and turned to look at my sister. She had just showered, her hair was wet and draped over her shoulders, and her red lips reminded me of that morning. A tender embrace. He jumped over and sat beside her, kissing her. His sister didn't flinch, letting him kiss her lips. But he kissed her too hard, causing her to lose her balance and fall onto the bed. This was unexpected, but he reacted quickly, pressing his entire upper body against hers. Even through her clothes, he could feel the protrusion of her breasts, different from the feeling he had that morning.

He began exploring her mouth, finally capturing her tongue after several attempts, and they began to intertwine and suckle. At first, she passively allowed him to suckle, but slowly, she responded, her tongue skillfully touching his own. This skillful kiss was far better than his own recklessness, and for a moment they were both intoxicated.

They kissed for an unknown amount of time... I sensed my sister's body was getting warm, and then I remembered how much I wanted to explore about her. So I started kissing her face, then her neck, and her breathing gradually became heavier.

Because I had soiled her one-piece nightgown, she was wearing another one. When I eagerly lifted her top, I noticed she was wearing a black bra. The contrast between her fair skin and the black bra was undeniably alluring. I reached out to lift the bra, but it wouldn't budge; there were no clasps, and I didn't know what to do. My sister, knowing she couldn't do anything, pushed me away, took off her top, and reached behind her back. The bra suddenly sagged, and I realized the clasps were in the back. I quickly took the bra off for her. He got down and then pressed her onto the bed.

He held her heaving breasts in his hands, like holding a pair of treasures, and quietly squeezed them. Seeing that his sister didn't react badly, he started to play with them. His full breasts were almost too big for one hand to hold, so he happily kneaded one of his sister's breasts with both hands at the same time. Watching her breasts change shape in his hands was incredibly stimulating. Looking at her reddish-brown nipples, he couldn't resist kissing them. But when he took his sister's nipple into his mouth, she trembled. He began to suckle passionately, as if he were nursing. His sister stroked his head, and they felt like they were back seventeen years ago. The difference was that his sister's breasts no longer contained milk, and the brother suckling at her breast was now an adult, with a hard penis.

He took his pajamas and covered his chest, slowly saying, "Brother, we're siblings, we can't do that." "But, but sister, you're helping me masturbate, and you're letting me kiss your breasts, isn't that sex?" When her sister heard herself say "masturbate," she blushed with embarrassment, but she continued, "Yes, I shouldn't have done that. Last time I allowed it as a reward, and I was worried you'd hurt yourself by holding it in... but I won't do it again today..."

He felt like he'd been struck by lightning; all his passion vanished instantly. He sat silently on the bed, speechless. His sister, having finished dressing, saw his disappointment and felt a pang of pity. She wrapped her arms around his chest and said, "My dear brother, I love you too. It's all my fault for making you so excited, and...sigh, we really can't do anything to betray your brother-in-law." Hearing this, he was overcome with grief and burst into tears, sobbing, "Sister, do you know how much I love you? I really need you." His sister, disoriented by his tears, could only stroke his head, unable to utter a word.

After crying for a while, I felt ashamed of myself. I looked up and saw that my sister's eyes were also full of tears. I wiped away her tears and asked, "Sister, do you love yourself?" "Yes, of course I do. What sister in the world doesn't love her brother?" "Then do you love yourself more or your brother-in-law more?" My sister thought for a moment and said, "Of course I love you more. You're my flesh and blood."

After saying this, my sister got up and sat on the sofa. I knew there was no point in saying anything more, so I gave up. In the following days, my sister and I explored all of Qingdao, but there was a knot in our hearts, and we weren't very happy. About a week later, we went home. The summer vacation before school started passed quickly. My relationship with my sister seemed to have returned to normal, but I knew I could never forget that first day in Qingdao. I wondered if my sister felt the same way.

Once school started, I was incredibly busy with schoolwork. I studied mechanically, and every day was just a routine. He studied diligently, but at home he became increasingly quiet and withdrawn. His brother-in-law thought he was growing up, but his sister could tell he was distracted.

Soon, National Day arrived, and the school, being lenient, gave students a day off. I remember it was October 1st. My brother-in-law had a work event, so it was just the two of us at home. I locked myself in my room. I never used to lock my door, but it had changed since returning from Qingdao.

After lunch, I went back to my room, unable to concentrate on studying, just lying on my bed randomly flipping through books. Then, my sister knocked on the door and said, "It's me, sister, open the door." I opened the door and went back to bed. My sister came over and said, "Little brother, is there anything you want to say to your sister?" I said defiantly, "I already said it in Qingdao." "Don't you think that's cruel to your sister?"

New Year's Day passed in the blink of an eye. In another formal mock exam, I did well again. Plus, it was my sister's 35th birthday at the end of January, so the whole family was very happy. Unfortunately, my brother-in-law had to go to Shanghai on a business trip and wouldn't be back until before the Spring Festival, meaning he wouldn't be home for my sister's birthday. Before leaving, he told me to give my sister a proper birthday celebration. I thought to myself:

I'll give my sister lots of gifts; I wonder if that counts as a birthday present. Even so, I still prepared a gift for my sister—a cashmere scarf, quite expensive, bought with my saved allowance. On my sister's birthday night, we cooked several dishes and opened a bottle of red wine. When I took out the gift, my sister was overjoyed. I wrapped the red scarf around her neck, and under the influence of the wine and the scarf's glow, she looked absolutely beautiful.

Soon, the bottle of red wine was finished, and my sister was a little tipsy. I helped her to the sofa and cleaned up the leftovers. When I returned after finishing, my sister was slumped on the sofa, perhaps asleep. I had to carry her to her bed. Looking at her slumbering, dreamlike face, I was overcome with lust and began to undress her. Her body was limp, and it took a lot of effort to remove her top. I fondled her breasts for a while, but my attention quickly shifted to her lower body. Although we had been intimate many times, I had only ever seen her underwear. I couldn't let this opportunity slip by.

I carefully removed her outer pants and long underwear, leaving her only in her underwear. Her full thighs were laid out before me, and I stroked them up and down before finally deciding to pull down her underwear. As the last piece of her body was removed, a young woman's body was finally fully revealed before me. Her upper body was covered in full breasts, a sight he knew all too well and could never tire of admiring. Her lower body, a mysterious area, had sparse pubic hair arranged in a neat inverted triangle, quite different from his own. He parted his sister's thighs, revealing a brown slit between her legs. He knew that was a woman's vulva, the place from which he had come into this world.

He studied his sister's genitals, comparing them to descriptions in books, finding the labia majora and minora, the clitoris. He even deeply inhaled her scent. So fragrant!

During this process, his sister only groaned a few times; he knew she was intoxicated. A wicked thought surged into his mind. His sister wouldn't let him have sex with her, so why not seize this opportunity…

Without further ado, he quickly stripped off his clothes, pulled back the covers, and covered both of them under the blankets, hastily pressing his body against hers. This made him realize what love truly meant. He lay on top of his sister, kissing and caressing her for a while until his penis was truly throbbing unbearably before he began his assault. This movement revealed its complexity. His sister remained motionless, drowsy, and he couldn't find the right spot, struggling several times without success, sweating profusely with frustration.

Then, his sister moved her hand, seemingly guiding his penis, and he instantly found the right position. With a thrust, his penis entered a wonderfully pleasurable center. It was wet and tightly enveloped him, not as tight as during masturbation, but the feeling was even more intoxicating. He began to move involuntarily, his movements gradually becoming more skilled, as he discovered the most comfortable way to move.

He glanced at his sister and saw her biting her lip, her brow furrowed, as if enduring something. He realized then that his sister was awake, and that his earlier thrust had been intentional. Excitedly, he kissed his sister. But when he kissed his sister's lips, her tightly furrowed brows relaxed, and her tongue began to passionately intertwine with his, more passionate than ever before, a soft moan escaping her throat. So that's what she had been holding back earlier.

With each powerful thrust, her breathing and moans grew more intense, and he felt the urge to ejaculate several times. Fortunately, after so many masturbations, he had experience controlling ejaculation, and he managed to suppress his urges each time.

He didn't know how many times he thrust, but his sister's lower body was soaking wet.

Suddenly, his sister hugged him tightly, her vagina contracting violently several times. She seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and went limp again. He didn't know what was happening, but he continued to thrust deeply. Finally, he could no longer contain the urge to erupt, and a stream of semen shot into the depths of his sister's vagina like a bullet.

Exhausted, he lay panting on top of his sister, who also lay limply. After a long while, she realized her sister had opened her eyes and was looking at her. There was something complicated in her eyes that made her a little flustered. She whispered, "Sister, are you angry?" "Angry about what?" "Angry that I took advantage of you while you were drunk, and..." Her sister smiled and said, "I know you little rascal won't give up until you get me, but if I knew the truth about her helping me, I would feel embarrassed and say, 'That was my first time.'" Her sister looked at the ceiling and said, "You gave your first time to me." "I'm so happy I gave it to you, sister." "Your sister was happy too."At this moment, both he and his sister felt a cold, wet sensation in their lower bodies, where they had been touching. Looking apart, they saw that both of them were completely soaked; a large wet patch covered the sheets, their bodily fluids mixing and making their pubic hair clump together. His previously erect penis was now limp and hanging down between his legs.   Seeing his sister looking at his penis, seemingly mocking his ordinariness, he quickly changed the subject, saying, "Let's go take a shower." His sister didn't say much and told him to go first.





He went to the bathroom and started washing. A little while later, his sister came in, also naked, and stood under the showerhead to wash with him. As his sister washed her hair, he saw the white foam sliding down her head, from her breasts to her genitals. This unusual stimulation made him hard again. He slowly moved closer to his sister, who noticed him, rinsed the foam from her hair, and opened her eyes to look at him. He was once again captivated by her loving gaze.

He cautiously asked, "Sister, didn't you used to forbid me from…?" His sister smiled and said, "This was unexpected, too. I was a little groggy just now, and you carried me to bed. When I woke up, you were thrusting around wildly. You made me feel itchy, and I really didn't want to disappoint you, so…" He excitedly hugged his sister and began to kiss her passionately. Soon, they were both intensely excited, dried themselves off, and somehow ended up back in bed. This time, while not quite effortless, it was much better than before. He penetrated for a full half hour, during which his sister experienced those peculiar shivers twice. Finally, he ejaculated deep into her uterus. The continuous activity left both of them exhausted. That night, he slept soundly, holding his sister.

The next morning, when he woke up, his sister was already up, sitting at her dressing table combing her hair. She was wearing the same nightgown he had smeared with semen in Qingdao. He became excited again, jumped up, and tried to kiss her, but she stopped him, saying, "Little brother, don't do this. Although we did last night…"

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