My sister and I

My older sister is almost 35 now. Time has left its mark on her, but she's better maintained than most women in their 30s. She's a little plump, her breasts are slightly sagging, and her belly 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 is very close; my dad, mom, sister, brother-in-law, and I get along very well. But I always feel that my sister is especially good to me. Maybe it's because my parents work far away, and I'm her only brother, so naturally, we're closer.

Since I started high school, my studies have been very demanding, and I often go to bed very late. 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, so I can fall asleep quickly and sleep very soundly. As for the objects of my imagination during masturbation, they are mostly celebrities, like Kelly Chen, Lin Xinru, or others. One night, I dreamt of having sex with my sister and even had a wet dream. From then on, my sister became my masturbation rival; none of those so-called celebrities could compare to my dearest sister. Lost in fantasies about her, my first year of high school passed quickly. In my second year, I was placed in the humanities class. The chattering of the younger girls in my class gave me a deeper appreciation for my sister's mature beauty. My masturbation became even more frequent. Because my mind was constantly preoccupied with my sister's body, my grades plummeted. The teacher invited my sister to the school, hoping my parents would cooperate to find the reason for my declining grades, since I had a good chance of getting into a top university. When my sister came back, she discussed it with my brother-in-law and didn't say anything to me, only telling me to focus on my studies. I think they had no idea what I was thinking, but I deeply felt their concern and love. Especially my sister; I 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 evening during the second semester of my junior year of high school, my brother-in-law was away on a business trip, and I was studying alone in my room. My sister was probably watching TV. After finishing my homework, I couldn't resist taking out my sister's photo and masturbating. I had taken the photo of her at home not long ago. My sister was smiling in the photo, and as I looked at her, hoping to see through her clothes, my hand moved 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 had already ejaculated, panting. I turned around and saw my sister's surprised and slightly angry expression. I was terrified and didn't know what to say. My sister knew what I was doing, of course, but when she saw her photo on the table, her face turned red instantly, all the way to her ears. Seeing me standing there dumbfounded, she said, "Go and clean yourself up." I practically ran to the bathroom, took out my penis, and wiped it clean, but I hadn't brought my underwear with me, so I had to wipe the thick semen off my underwear as well.

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

Seeing that my sister wasn't angry, my heart immediately relaxed. My sister asked again, "Why are you taking my picture?" I answered shyly, "I really like you, sister, so I think about you all the time." "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 know."

Then, my sister said those words that I still remember vividly: "Good little brother, you must study hard; I'm counting on you. As long as you study hard, if you have any… difficulties, I'll help you solve them." Looking into my sister's eyes, I immediately understood what she meant. I said, "Sister, don't worry, I'll listen to you. Just wait for my good news."

From then on, I really focused on my studies and stopped masturbating. I just took out my sister's photo every night to admire it. Hard work pays off. At the end of the semester, I ranked third in the whole grade, and 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 even 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 went back to the dinner table, and I asked, "Sister, is brother-in-law alright?" "Him? He always thinks he's still young, but he can't even outdrink you." Actually, I was a little tipsy at that time, and without thinking, I asked, "Sister, I did well on the exam this time, what prize do you have?" My sister understood what I meant. She rolled her eyes at me and said, "Go 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, had me lie down, and then gently pulled down my pants. My penis, already "offering its spear," was now freed from the constraints of my pants, standing tall and straight. My sister looked at it for a while and said, "My little brother has really grown up. Close your eyes." I immediately obediently closed my eyes, feeling my sister's hand touching my penis—it felt so soft and comfortable. Next, my sister began to slowly masturbate me. Her technique wasn't very skilled, but it felt much better than when I did it myself. I started to moan, secretly opening my eyes to look at my sister. Her face was flushed, and she was looking at me lovingly. The thought of my sister masturbating me filled me with immense excitement. I ejaculated quickly, and because I wasn't prepared, I sprayed semen everywhere. I looked at my sister somewhat embarrassed, and she said reproachfully, "You're still a little brother." Then she found a towel and wiped the semen off my body and the mat. She helped me put my pants back on and asked, "Is it comfortable?" "It's so comfortable, sis! Will you help me again?" "As long as you study hard and make your sister proud, how could your sister not want her good little brother to be comfortable?" After saying that, she quickly kissed me on the cheek and left. I lay there, feeling completely relaxed and comfortable, not wanting to move at all, and fell asleep.

The next morning, my brother-in-law said while eating breakfast, "You did well on your exam this time. Anyway, it's summer vacation, so let your sister take a few days off to take you on a trip. Next semester you'll be a senior in high school, and you won't have time to rest." I glanced at my sister happily. Just then, my sister was looking at me too. She blushed and immediately turned away. I think she must have been thinking about what happened last night, and we were going on a trip together for several days!

We went to Qingdao, not with a tour group, but to make our own arrangements, which was more flexible. After getting off the plane, we checked into the Secret Garden Hotel, near the sea, in an elegant environment. Since we are siblings, we only booked one standard room. We could see the sea from the window. That was my first time at the beach, and I was so excited that I didn't notice my sister's somewhat downcast expression. But I noticed it at dinner time, 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 my selfish behavior; how could I only think of my own happiness and forget about my sister?

I decided to correct my mistake with my actions. I chatted with my sister, cracking jokes, and kept putting her favorite dishes on her plate. Gradually, her mood improved, and I was naturally very happy.

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 and came out, I 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, "I haven't slept with my sister for many years, so I want to sleep with her tonight." My sister laughed and said, "You're still so young! You're so old and you still want to sleep with your sister?" After saying that, I ran to take a shower and crawled into bed wearing only my underwear. Although it was July, Qingdao wasn't hot at all, and the hotel had air conditioning on, so I needed a thin blanket.

As soon as I lay down, I smelled my sister's fragrance. It wasn't the scent of soap, but a unique aroma I couldn't quite describe. I couldn't help but lean closer to her. She was wearing a one-piece nightgown, made of what felt like silk, which felt very comfortable against her skin. But I wanted to be even closer to her skin; that would feel even better. 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 didn't have the curves of a young girl, the fullness of it felt wonderful. After a while, seeing that she didn't object, I moved my hand to her lower abdomen. There was even more flesh there, and I could feel a warm sensation even through the nightgown. As I was touching her, my sister pressed my hand down and said, "Just leave it there, don't move." I obediently stopped moving, but I pressed my body against hers, my chest against her back, my already erect penis against her buttocks. My sister's buttocks were so full, and I shifted my body so that my penis was pressed against her buttocks cleft, because that was where I felt most comfortable.

I felt my sister's body trembling, and I asked, "Sister, are you cold?" "A little, just hold me tight and don't move, okay?" My right hand was uncomfortable under her body, so I simply reached under her neck and hugged her. My sister seemed to groan a little, but didn't say anything. I hugged my sister very tightly, my penis pressed against her, enjoying it. My sister gradually stopped trembling, and her body slowly softened from its previous stiffness, letting me hold her tightly. Perhaps because she was too tired from the flight, we fell asleep like that, holding each other.

The next morning, I woke up early because I needed to pee. Opening my eyes, in the dim light, I saw my sister curled up in my arms, her face pressed against my bare chest, her right arm around my waist. This excited me greatly. Looking at my sister sleeping peacefully, she possessed both a mature charm and a touch of girlish beauty, which deeply moved me and made my penis swell like iron.

Afraid of waking her, but driven by unbearable urges, I gently moved my body, bringing my lips closer to hers. When I was only about two centimeters away, my sister suddenly opened her eyes and tilted her head back. We stared at each other for several seconds, then she laughed and said, "You little rascal, trying to ambush your sister?" I smiled sheepishly, but I wasn't giving up, pleading.

After a long, long time, my sister pushed me away, panting heavily, and said, "Are you trying to suffocate me?" Having tasted the sweetness, I pleaded, "Sister, please, again! It's my first kiss, you have to let me enjoy it." My sister murmured, "First time, first kiss, first time." I kissed her again. This time I improved; I sucked my sister's fragrant tongue into my mouth, slowly savoring it. My sister was also intoxicated by my gentle kiss.

We kissed for who knows how long, until my tongue felt a little numb, so I withdrew. My sister must have been exhausted long ago, as she breathed softly beside me. A little while later, my sister sat up and said to me, "You little rascal, you've exhausted me! Even your brother-in-law doesn't kiss me for this long." I laughed and said, "My brother-in-law can kiss me every day, but I only get this chance now." My sister laughed and got up to wash up. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw me still lying in bed and said, "Get up, my lazy son." "No, I want you to pull me up," I said coquettishly. My sister reluctantly bent down to pull me up, and just then, I saw my sister's breasts through the neckline of her pajamas. I was stunned. They were so big and white, and it seemed like 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 down on the edge of the bed. I muttered to myself, "So beautiful, so lovely." I sat up, put my arm around my sister's shoulder, and said, "Sister, I want... I want to see." "No, we're siblings, this isn't allowed." "When did you help me last time?" "That was so you could focus on your studies. We've already gone astray, we can't continue down that path." "Weren't my breasts for breastfeeding? I even suckled on them when I was little. Besides, look at me..." I turned my sister around so she could see my erection. My sister stared at my lower body without speaking for a long time. I stared at her, pleading, "Sister, please, please." I saw my sister biting her lip, nodding slightly as if shaking her head. I couldn't bear this situation any longer. I don't know where I got the courage, but I reached out and touched the shoulder strap of my sister's nightgown. Just as I pulled the right shoulder strap down to her upper arm, my sister grabbed my hand and said, " My "clumsy"

older sister came over and sat on the edge of the bed. She didn't say anything, just looked at me. I was extremely nervous, and my hand trembled as I reached out. When I touched her pajamas, I also touched her chest. At that moment, I saw her eyes close. Her hand tightened for only a moment, and I pulled the pajamas down.

At that moment, I saw the most beautiful picture I had ever seen: a pair of full breasts, round and firm, slightly sagging but still standing erect. The brown areolas accentuated the round and lustrous nipples. Although I had never seen any other woman's breasts, I was certain that these were the most beautiful in the world. My sister's hands seemed to have nowhere to go; she tried to cover her chest, but she couldn't. The beautiful scenery, and her shy demeanor, were absolutely captivating.

It took me a long time to finally tear my gaze away from those bulges. My sister was wearing white underwear, seemingly cotton, a very ordinary style, almost like my boxer shorts. The rest of her body was completely naked, her snow-white skin 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—it was overwhelming. I felt she had the most beautiful body in the world; I couldn't find any other words to describe it.

My sister, seeing my stunned expression, said coquettishly (to me, it sounded like coquettishness), "Haven't you seen enough?" "Not enough, not enough, I can never get enough of such beauty." "You're so cheeky." I looked up at my sister; she seemed unable to meet my gaze, her eyes darting away, looking elsewhere. She seemed to notice my increasingly erect penis and asked with concern, "Is it uncomfortable?" I seemed to shout from the bottom of my heart, "Yes!" "Poor thing," my sister said pitifully. I hurriedly asked, "Sister, can you do it like last time?" My sister looked at me, let out a long sigh, and said, "I knew you'd take advantage of me. Let me put my clothes on." I wasn't about to let her go; I grabbed her hand and pressed it against my penis. She tried to struggle, but I held on, and she gave up after a while. She carefully helped me pull down my underwear, placing her hand on my burning-hot penis. She seemed surprised by how hot it was, and pulled her hand back slightly, but immediately grabbed it again. Gently stroking it gave me that feeling of soaring to the heavens again. I couldn't resist pulling my sister closer, putting my arm around her shoulder, and kissing her. My sister just said, "Don't touch me like that." I sealed her beautiful red lips with mine.

Since I was lying down, and my sister's left hand was masturbating me, she was practically on top of me when we kissed. I pulled her close, and finally, her breasts touched my chest. At that moment, I almost suffocated; a softness I had never felt before spread rapidly throughout my body. I simply pulled my sister down onto me, making full contact with her chest.

I was sucking on my sister's fragrant tongue, her full breasts were pressed against me, and I could even feel her nipples pressing against me, while her small hands were stroking me below. This three-pronged stimulation made me feel almost ecstatic. Soon, I reached the point of... At the critical moment, perhaps having learned from her previous experience, my sister knew I was about to ejaculate. She struggled to free herself from my mouth, grabbed a piece of cloth-like material, and placed it on my penis, while her hand continued to stroke me. I felt a tingling sensation in my lower body, and then a lot of fluid gushed out.

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

Seeing that I was awake, my sister laughed and said, "Now look what you've done, making my pajamas so messy..." I said apologetically, "Sister, I'm sorry, let me wash them for you." "Who said you had to wash them?" Looking at the way my sister spoke, I felt that it was the way she often talked to my brother-in-law, with a kind of flirtatious air. Could it be???

My sister went into the bathroom and put on some clothes, not the pajamas, but something else. When she came out and saw me still lying naked on the bed, she quickly avoided my eyes and said, "Little darling, aren't you going to put on some clothes?" Seeing her shyness, I didn't want to make her feel awkward any further. I quickly got dressed and asked, "Sister, where are we going to play today?" My sister thought for a moment and said, "We'll go shopping in the morning and go swimming in the afternoon."

My sister and I went to the Qingdao People's Department Store. Since my sister didn't bring a swimsuit, she wanted to buy one. I said I wanted to buy a bikini, but my sister disagreed, saying that at her age, why would she wear a bikini? It would be too embarrassing. I remarked that my sister had such a great figure, it would be a shame if she didn't wear a bikini. As I said this, she looked at me shyly, while I smiled smugly. When we got to the counter, the saleswoman, seeing the siblings buying bikinis, said, "Big sister, you're so lucky, your brother is so filial." My sister was too shy to speak, but I secretly noted down her swimsuit size.

After buying the swimsuit, my sister seemed to lose interest in shopping, and I was 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 went 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 accentuated the length and graceful lines of her neck. Her full and curvaceous figure was even more alluring in the bikini. That was my sister.

Seeing me staring at her blankly again, my sister knew I was up to something again, so she sat down to stop me from looking 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; maybe she was thinking about her husband, maybe… maybe she was thinking about the beautiful scenery of this morning, just like me.

I pulled my sister up and we 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 seventeen, I was tall and strong. I put my arm around her waist, trying to keep her head above water, saying, "It's okay, sister, it's okay," as we swam back. When we reached the shore, I helped my sister sit down. She leaned on my shoulder, looking exhausted, coughing up the seawater she had swallowed. I looked at her face, red from choking on water, and felt a pang of heartache. I pulled my sister into my arms, letting her head rest on my chest, and comforted her by stroking her shoulder. After a while, she recovered and suddenly realized she was leaning on my chest. She quickly sat up, her face flushed, and looked at me. Now I knew her blushing wasn't from choking on water, but from leaning on her brother's chest. I couldn't help but feel a surge of joy. I said, "Sister, let's go back. The sun is strong today; we don't want you to get a tan." My sister smiled and agreed.

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

Finally, the lovemaking on TV 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 still wet and draped over her shoulders, and her rosy lips reminded me of our passionate encounter that morning. I jumped over and sat beside her, kissing her. My sister didn't flinch, letting me kiss her lips. But I kissed her too hard, so much so that she lost her balance and I pushed her down onto the bed. This was, of course, unexpected, but I reacted quickly, pressing my entire upper body against hers. Even through her clothes, I could feel the protrusion of her breasts, a sensation different from that of the morning.

I began exploring her mouth, and after several attempts, I finally caught her tongue, and we began to intertwine and suckle. At first, my sister passively let me suckle, but slowly, she began to respond, her tongue skillfully touching my tongue and lips. This skillful kiss was naturally better than my reckless one, and for a moment we were both lost in the moment.

After kissing for who knows how long, I felt my sister's body getting warm, and then I remembered that there were still many places on her body waiting for me to explore. So I started kissing my sister's face, then her neck, and my sister's breathing gradually became more heavy.

Because I had stained her onesie, my sister was wearing another onesie. When I impatiently lifted my sister's top, I found that she was wearing a black bra. The contrast between her snow-white skin and the black bra was indeed very alluring. I reached out to lift the bra, but it was tightly closed, and there were no clasps, so I didn't know what to do. My sister knew that I couldn't do it, so she pushed me away, took off her top, reached behind her back and moved around a few times, and the bra suddenly fell down. Only then did I realize that the clasps were in the back. I hurriedly took off my sister's bra and then pressed her down on the bed.

I held her heaving breasts like precious treasures, gently squeezing them. Seeing no adverse reaction from her, I started playing with them. One hand couldn't hold her full breasts, so I used both hands to knead one at a time. Watching her breasts change shape in my hands was incredibly stimulating. Looking at her reddish-brown nipples, I couldn't resist kissing them. But when I took her nipple into my mouth, she trembled. I began to suckle passionately, as if nursing. My sister stroked my head, and we felt like we were back seventeen years ago. The difference was that my sister's breasts no longer contained milk, and the younger brother suckling was now an adult with a hard penis.

I took my pajamas and covered my chest with them, saying slowly, "Little brother, we're siblings, we can't do that." "But, but sister, you helped me masturbate and let me kiss your breasts, isn't that sex?" When my sister heard me say "masturbate," she blushed again, but she continued, "Yes, sister shouldn't have done that. Last time I promised to reward you, and I was afraid you'd hurt yourself by holding back, so... but today I won't..."

I felt like I'd been struck by lightning, and all my passion vanished instantly. I slumped onto the bed, speechless. My sister finished dressing and, seeing my disappointment, felt a pang of pity. She pulled my head to her chest and said, "My dear little brother, I love you too. It's my fault for making you so excited, and...sigh, we really can't do anything to betray your brother-in-law." Hearing her say this, I was overcome with grief and burst into tears, sobbing, "Sister, do you know how much I love you? I really need you." My sister was flustered by my crying and just kept stroking my head, unable to say anything. 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 me?" "Yes, of course I love you. What sister in the world doesn't love her brother?" "Then do you love me 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 a lingering resentment remained, and we weren't truly happy. We returned home about a week later. That summer after my junior year of high school passed quickly, and my relationship with my sister seemed to have returned to normal, but I knew I could never forget that first day in Qingdao. I wonder if my sister feels the same way.

School started, and the workload was overwhelming. I studied mechanically, doing homework and reviewing every day. I became increasingly quiet and withdrawn at home. My brother-in-law thought I was becoming more sensible, but my sister could tell I was somewhat distracted.

Soon, National Day arrived, and the school, being lenient, gave us senior students a day off. I remember it was October 1st. My brother-in-law had a work event, so it was just my sister and me at home. I locked myself in my room. I never used to lock my door, but it had changed since I came back 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 your 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 talked about what I needed to say in Qingdao." "Don't you think that's cruel to your sister?!"

New Year's Day passed in the blink of an eye, and I did well in another formal mock exam. 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, so he wouldn't be home for my sister's birthday. Before leaving, he told me to give my sister a good birthday celebration. I thought to myself: I'll probably shoot a lot of things in my sister's hands;

I wonder if that counts as a birthday present. Even so, I still prepared a gift for my sister—a cashmere scarf, quite expensive, which I bought with my saved allowance. On my sister's birthday night, we cooked several dishes and opened a bottle of... When I presented the gift—red wine—my sister was overjoyed. I wrapped the red scarf around her neck, and with the wine and the scarf accentuating her beauty, she looked absolutely stunning.

Soon, the bottle of red wine was finished, and my sister seemed a little weak. I helped her to the sofa and went to clean up the leftovers. When I returned, she was slumped on the sofa, perhaps asleep. I had to carry her to her bed. Looking at her slumbering figure, I was overcome with lust and began to undress her. She was limp, and it took me a lot of effort to remove her top. I fondled her breasts for a moment, but my attention quickly shifted to her lower body. Even though we had been intimate many times… I'd only ever seen glimpses of my sister's lower body, including her underwear, but I couldn't let this opportunity slip by.

I carefully removed her outer pants and long johns, 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 the full breasts I knew all too well and could never get enough of looking at; her lower body, that mysterious area, had sparse pubic hair, neatly arranged in an inverted triangle, quite different from mine. I spread her thighs, and between her legs, I saw a brown slit. I knew that was a woman's vulva; that's where I came into this world.

I studied my sister's genitals, comparing them to my memories... The book described the scene; I found her labia majora and minora, her clitoris, and I even deeply inhaled my sister's scent. So fragrant!

During this process, my sister only hummed a few times; I knew she was intoxicated. A wicked thought surged into my mind. My sister wouldn't let me have sex with her, so why not take this opportunity… Without further ado, I quickly stripped off my clothes, pulled back the covers, and covered both my sister and me under them, then hastily pressed my body against hers. This made me understand what love truly meant. I lay on top of my sister, kissing and caressing her for a while until my penis was unbearably engorged before I began my assault. This movement revealed something extraordinary. My sister remained motionless, dazed, and I couldn't find the right spot. Several attempts failed, leaving me sweating profusely.

Then, my sister's hand moved. It seemed as if she gently guided my penis, and I immediately found the right spot. With a forceful thrust, my penis entered a wonderfully pleasurable place. It was wet and tightly enveloped me, tighter than during masturbation, but the feeling was even more intoxicating. I began to move involuntarily, my movements gradually becoming more practiced as I discovered the most comfortable way to move.

Then I glanced at my sister and saw her biting her lip, her brow furrowed, as if she were enduring something. I realized then that my sister was awake, and that her earlier thrust had been intentional. Excitedly, I kissed her. But when I touched her lips, her furrowed brow relaxed, and her tongue began to passionately intertwine with mine, more passionate than ever before, and a moan escaped her throat. So, my sister had been holding back her moans.

With my vigorous thrusting… As I thrust in, my sister's breathing and moans grew stronger, and I felt the urge to ejaculate several times. Thankfully, after so many masturbations, I had experience controlling my ejaculation, and I managed to suppress the urge each time.

I don't know how many times I thrust, but my sister's vagina was soaking wet.

Suddenly, my sister hugged me tightly, her vagina contracting violently several times. She seemed to have used up all her strength, and went limp again. I didn't know what was happening, and continued thrusting deeply. Finally, I couldn't hold back the urge to explode any longer, and a stream of semen shot deep into my sister's vagina like a bullet.

Exhausted, I lay on top of my sister, panting, and she lay limply as well. After a long while, I noticed my sister had opened her eyes and was looking at me. There was something complex in her eyes that made me a little flustered. I whispered, "Sister, are you angry?" "Angry about what?" "You're angry that I took advantage of you while you were drunk..." My sister smiled and said, "I know you little rascal won't give up until you get your sister, but if I knew what you really meant by helping me penetrate, I would be embarrassed and say, 'That was my first time.'" My sister looked at the ceiling and said, "You gave your first time to your sister." "I'm so happy I gave it to you, sister." "Your sister is happy too."

At this moment, my sister and I both felt that the place where we wanted to touch was very wet and cold. When we separated, we saw that our lower bodies were almost soaked. There was a large wet patch on the sheets, and our bodily fluids mixed together, making our pubic hair stick together in clumps. And my once proud penis was now limp and hanging between my legs.

I saw my sister looking at my penis, as if she was mocking me, so I quickly changed the subject and said, "Why don't we go take a shower?" My sister didn't say much and just told me to go first.

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