tricking my sister

I have a younger sister who is a year younger than me. She's not ugly, but she's not particularly pretty either; she's just an ordinary, quiet girl. We were very close when we were little, always playing together and running around hand-in-hand, so we were inseparable from a young age. When I started elementary school, my parents made me start a year later, so my sister and I were in the same grade and class. At school, I was always with my sister, and some boys would tease me or bully her, so I would angrily fight back, sometimes even getting into trouble with the teachers. After a few times, no boys in the class wanted to be near us, so all my sister and I had friends were girls. When we were in third grade, our father, who had always been very good to us, died in a car accident. At the time, my sister and I didn't understand what death meant; we only knew that our father would never come home again, so we cried every day during that period. To take on the responsibility of caring for us, my mother went to work, and because her company had shift work, her time at home was often unpredictable—sometimes she was home, sometimes she wasn't. So, it was mostly just my sister and me who spent most of our time together. Because our lives had always been simple, and we never had the chance to learn about sex from our classmates, my sister and I maintained a pure and innocent lifestyle. This naive existence continued until the first semester of sixth grade. I gradually noticed that my sister seemed different from usual, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Then one night, I glanced at her thin nightgown and suddenly realized—she had developed breasts! It was at that moment that my interest in girls' bodies was piqued… From that day on, I would secretly stare at my sister's chest, wondering why it was developing. It was so small now; would it really grow to the size of a mature woman's breasts? I often peeked like this, and one day I even considered openly peeking at her while she was changing clothes, since we had never avoided each other when changing before. But that night, I deliberately waited until she was changing and about to go to bed before entering her room, only to be shyly pushed out by her, and told me that I shouldn't peek at her while she was changing. The more my sister tried to stop me, the more curious I became. For a while, I was resentful and thought about my sister's grandmother every day. The opportunity soon arrived. That night, my sister and I were playing a pillow fight in my room. When we got tired and wanted to sleep, my sister simply slept in my room. Actually, it wasn't just that one night; sometimes my sister and I would sleep together, mainly playing games like this until we were tired, then we'd just sleep together. Back then, we really didn't understand anything; we just slept. And since nothing had ever happened before, my mother never stopped us. My sister was lying next to me, and I suddenly thought of her grandmother again, so I wanted to peek, but because my sister was covered by a blanket, I couldn't see anything. Perhaps because I kept staring, my sister noticed and laughed, turning her back to me to stop me from looking. But I really wanted to see; I'd been thinking about it for a long time. Since my sister was sleeping next to me, after thinking for a while, I simply asked her about her breasts. My sister simply replied that her breasts had gotten bigger. I asked her if I could see it, and my sister quickly replied no, saying that Mom had told her not to let anyone else see it. Hearing her say that, I didn't dare ask to see it again. After thinking for a while, I curiously asked my sister about her feelings after having a grandmother, and many other questions, but she didn't say anything, only that she didn't feel any difference. So that night, I just asked her questions to slightly resolve my doubts, and nothing else happened. But my sister's grandmother remained a mystery to me, constantly attracting my attention. This continued until the second semester of sixth grade. My sister's grandmother seemed to have gotten even bigger, and I became even more curious. Therefore, I didn't think at all that seeing my sister's grandmother was wrong; I just really wanted to see it, really wanted to see it… Finally, after school that evening, I decided to pester my sister relentlessly. At first, I just kept asking her questions, and then I finally made up my mind to beg her to let me see it. My younger sister initially objected, saying that Mom said no one could see it. But I pestered her for several nights, being very kind to her during those days, and repeatedly telling her it was okay as long as Mom didn't know. And since I'm her closest relative, I finally convinced her, and she shyly nodded. I was so excited and thrilled because I could finally see my sister's breasts. My sister smiled shyly and stood in front of me, slowly pulling up her shirt. I stared at her breasts; although they were still small, they were already two clearly protruding nipples, a slightly darker color. I kept my eyes glued to them, and my sister looked at me shyly. After what seemed like a long time, having learned what breasts looked like, I suddenly felt a natural urge to touch them instead of just look. I asked my sister if I could touch them. She seemed surprised by my request and fell silent. I kept asking, and suddenly, I thought of a loophole and used it to my advantage, saying that Mom hadn't said anyone couldn't touch her. My sister finally nodded. Nervously, I touched her nipple with my fingers; it felt like a rubber band, a little hard. After touching it for a while, I touched her breasts with both hands. They felt soft and elastic, a bit like springs. I squeezed them; they felt like stuffed buns. I really started to find my sister's breasts very interesting, and I happily and curiously kept touching them. My sister didn't say anything, letting me play with her breasts as I pleased, like playing with a toy. Halfway through, my sister suddenly asked if she could see my penis in my pants. She asked me that so suddenly, I felt like I'd been struck by lightning, just staring at her, motionless. My sister asked me again shyly with a smile. I finally recovered and asked her why she suddenly wanted to see my penis. Because we had bathed together when we were very young, I knew that boys have penises, while my sister only had a slit; otherwise, there was no difference. Back then, we were both naive and young, and didn't care about sex at all, which is why nothing had ever happened between us. So, her request today really startled me. My sister just laughed and said she wanted to see my breasts and touch them, and I had to let her see my penis too. What she said actually made sense to me, and since we've always been very close siblings who can talk about anything, even though I felt a little strange and embarrassed—after all, back then, all I knew was that a penis was for peeing—I simply took off my pants in front of my sister. Several years later, my sister told me that she had actually started menstruating at that time. My mother had only told her that she was old enough to have children, and hadn't said anything else. My sister didn't dare to ask too many questions and could only guess. So, naively, she wanted to take this opportunity to see my penis and understand why our bodies were different. Anyway, my sister and I stood closer together. She kept looking at my penis, while I kept touching her breasts with both hands. After a few minutes, I suddenly felt something strange on my penis, so I looked down and saw that my sister had reached out and touched it. My sister noticed I was aroused and looked up at her again, then smiled at me, as if to make sure I wouldn't be upset. I thought to myself, since I'm already playing with her breasts, it's okay for her to play with my penis too; it's a kind of exchange. So I told her it was fine to play, no problem. At first, my sister just touched my penis with her fingers, then she tried to flick it gently. Suddenly, I had a strange feeling; it didn't hurt, nor did I dislike the feeling, I even liked it a little. But at the time, I didn't know it was pleasure, so I didn't stop her. My sister flicked it a few more times, and then I suddenly felt a strong, strange sensation at the base of my penis, like something was exerting force. I immediately looked down, and my sister looked at me in surprise. My penis had started to get erect and grow bigger, standing up. Before, I only had the experience of getting an erection when I woke up, so this erection surprised me greatly, and my sister looked at me with the same surprise. This day could truly be called the day of my sexual awakening, or the first day that my sister and I had real sexual contact. At the time, I knew absolutely nothing about sex, and my sister only vaguely understood as well, so nothing happened between us. I simply shifted my attention from my sister's breasts to my own penis, and we played with it together, experiencing this novel pleasure. My sister seemed to be drawn in as well. After that night, whenever my mother was at work, I would try to play like this with my sister in the room. I would play with her breasts, and she would play with my erect penis. Because I had never watched porn, I only knew how to squeeze and play with her breasts with my hands; I didn't know how to kiss or suck them. My sister initially just touched my penis with her hands, and then gradually learned to hold it and gently squeeze it, giving me more pleasure. Around that time, my foreskin also started to retract on its own, revealing the red glans.For the entire second semester of sixth grade, my sister and I secretly played with each other's bodies every night without being discovered. We weren't foolish enough to tell anyone, because we always had a vague feeling that it was wrong, but we couldn't quite put our finger on why. After graduating from elementary school, my sister and I went to the same junior high school. My mother, worried, asked the school to put us in the same class so that we could take care of each other. So, my sister and I were classmates again. Similarly, my sister was always clinging to me at school. The difference was that the boys in our class seemed much more mature than our elementary school classmates. They didn't make fun of us, but they would occasionally say that we siblings had a really good relationship, or smile kindly and say that it was strange that we were still like this at our age... Of course, again, no boys were willing to approach my sister and me; it was only a few girls. But my sister and I's simple sexual relationship suddenly became complicated and filled with desire because of one incident, and it was no longer innocent. I received the textbook then, a junior high school health education textbook. I don't have the habit of flipping through books first, so I didn't know it contained sex education information. But my sister must have already read it, because she suddenly became a bit distant from me. Even when I asked her to play with each other's bodies at night, she would hesitate unconsciously. This was something I had never encountered before, so I didn't know what was going on and could only simply assume she was tired of it. At first, my sister hesitated and refused to play with me, saying she was tired and wanted to sleep, so I, being clueless, could only let her go. But after this happened several times, I started to get a little angry because I really enjoyed the feeling of her holding my penis and playing with her breasts. So after I forced her again and sulked for several days in a row, my sister finally agreed to play with me again. I remember vividly what happened when she suddenly asked me if I had read the textbook. I was a little confused by her question, so I asked her what textbook. She then remained silent, and I thought she was trying to distract me, so I continued to force her until she agreed. In short, after my sister agreed to play with me, she became very quiet. She was also very careful when touching my erect penis, and didn't say anything. So I could only assume that she was tired of playing and just obediently played with her breasts. After a few more times, my sister seemed to have accepted the situation between us, and she started playing with me obediently again at night. However, she no longer took the initiative, and it was almost entirely me playing with her breasts. My sister and I maintained this relationship, and I was very content. A few weeks later, while I was at school and my sister was away from the classroom, I suddenly saw a picture of a boy's penis in the health education textbook of the boy next to me. It deeply attracted my attention. I wanted to flip through it but didn't have the chance, so that day, after my sister and I got home, I curiously took out my textbook and locked myself in my room to look at it. Suddenly, I understood things between men and women, not just the structure of sexual organs, but even the sex between men and women that wasn't clearly explained in the textbook. It was as if all the gaps in my knowledge had suddenly been filled, and I was deeply shocked. However, it was all correct and proper knowledge; I didn't know anything about the pleasure of sex or anything like that. I believe my sister felt the same way when she first got the book, and remembering how she asked me about the textbook, I'm certain she realized it was wrong, which is why she was unwilling to play those forbidden games with me. I suddenly knew I shouldn't play like that with my sister anymore, but I really enjoyed that kind of sexual feeling; I was completely addicted. Plus, my hormones were raging, and I couldn't stop. So I was really tormented for a while. Because I was afraid of embarrassment, I tried my best to pretend I didn't know anything when my sister was around. But for those few days, I didn't ask her to play sex games at night, and I intentionally or unintentionally pretended that I was getting a little tired of it. Actually, I had no idea how to deal with it. I thought about it for several days until one day during self-study, I overheard the boy next to me chatting with the boy next to him, vaguely hearing things like how great sex is. My sister also left her seat to find other girls to have sex with. I decided to take the opportunity to join their conversation and listen to them talk about the pleasure of sex and some random sex knowledge. They even knew I knew nothing about this, so they started by talking about simple women's underwear, then moved on to male and female masturbation, and finally kindly drew sex positions for me, completely enriching my sex knowledge. For those few days, my mind was completely occupied by thoughts of sex, and the orgasms and ejaculation I heard about. I knew that my penis would feel something when my sister played with it, but I had no idea what ejaculation felt like. Plus, I hadn't played with my sister for over a week, so my desire was slowly being aroused again, and it wasn't just a simple desire to play anymore; I was genuinely sexually aroused. So that night, I finally succumbed to my desire and decided to play sex games with my sister again, and to take it a step further. After having dinner out and returning home, I tried to remain calm as usual and casually went to my sister's room, telling her I wanted to play games with her again. She understood, hesitated slightly, and then obediently nodded in agreement, completely unaware that I had also discovered our sexual relationship. My sister pulled up her shirt again, revealing her bulging breasts. I took the opportunity to notice that she wasn't wearing a bra, just a tank top; perhaps her mother wanted to wait until her grandmother was a little older before buying her one. I nervously and excitedly took off my pants, but this time my penis was already erect; otherwise, it would only get hard when my sister touched it. She kept watching and noticed something was wrong with my penis. I could only nervously try to explain that it had gotten hard because I hadn't played with it in a long time, and it had suddenly gotten bigger as soon as I knew we were going to play. My sister accepted without saying a word, and then I nervously started touching her breasts. My sister also took my penis, but this time, since I already knew everything about sex, I felt even more nervous, excited, and pleasured. Playing with my sister's breasts reminded me of the boys in my class drooling over how they wanted to touch girls' breasts, saying they felt so soft. They never imagined I'd been doing this for about a year, especially with a girl in their class. So, I felt a strange sense of pride. I pretended to be clueless and kept squeezing my sister's breasts. Then I noticed her hands were just holding my penis without moving, and after a moment of nervous silence, I decided to try masturbating in her hands. I calmly and smilingly told her to hold my penis with both hands. She looked at me for a moment, then did as I said. There was a hint of worry and confusion in her eyes, but I believe she didn't know I already knew all this, maybe even more than she did. Then I pretended to be clueless and told her I wanted to try a new way of playing, asking her to hold the position still. Not understanding what I was going to do, she just nodded. I put my hands on her shoulders and, using what I'd heard about sex, pulled my penis back from her hands and then slowly reinserted it. It felt so good, incredibly good, a truly exhilarating experience. To exaggerate a bit, the pleasure of this thrusting even surpassed the combined sensations of countless previous encounters with my sister. I thought to myself, if just simulating penetration with her hand felt this intense, what would it be like to actually penetrate her? I truly experienced what pleasure meant, and I couldn't help but exhale. My sister was still watching me, probably noticing how completely different my expression and behavior were from before. I regained my composure, trying not to let her notice my state. I knew that if she knew what I was going through, she might not agree to play like this with me again. I continued thrusting in and out of her hand, but slowly, keeping the pleasure within my comfort zone. At that time, I didn't know what would happen if I moved too vigorously, and I was completely unprepared for ejaculation. Seeing that I hadn't spoken, only letting my penis thrust in and out of her hand, after a few minutes, she finally couldn't help but ask how it felt. Since we always talked about everything, I simply answered that it felt good, and she didn't ask any more questions. And so, I continued to masturbate through my sister's hands, experiencing my first real pleasure. At that moment, I couldn't help but think, "If only it could go on like this forever," truly immersed in the sexual pleasure. I kept moving, moving until I started wondering, what would happen if I moved faster? Could I ejaculate? What would ejaculation be like? Would it hurt? Finally, I decided to go even faster, trying to push the pleasure beyond my tolerance, and wanting to know the consequences. So, after making up my mind, I moved my hands down from my sister's shoulders, grabbed her breasts again, and started to speed up. The pleasure immediately exceeded my control, immediately disrupting my thoughts, but I still decided to continue speeding up. Suddenly, I felt my entire penis completely swollen and sore. Before I could figure out what was happening, I felt a dizzying sensation, like I was about to urinate. For a moment, I really thought I was going to pee, so I nervously tried to stop, but it was too late.My sister and I watched as milky white liquid began to spurt from the tip of her clenched hand, even sticking to her lower abdomen and skirt. At that moment, I didn't realize I had ejaculated; I was just startled and felt my penis throbbing violently in her hand—something that had never happened before when I urinated. My sister was also completely terrified, jumping back with her arms outstretched and staring wide-eyed at the boy's ejaculation. It must have been because it was my first time ejaculating; quite a lot came out, and it took a while for it to stop. I felt breathless, exhausted, and my heart was pounding. My sister watched in astonishment, seeing the semen stick to her abdomen and skirt, slowly sliding down. After regaining my senses a little, I realized I had ejaculated. I didn't know what to do, so my sister and I just stared at each other awkwardly. Then I smelled the semen—it smelled awful—and my sister looked at me with a mixture of disgust and disbelief. Looking at her expression, I knew my sister knew what I had ejaculated, just like I did. This made me a little nervous and unsure how to respond. Finally, I cleverly pretended to be clueless and apologized, then added, even more foolishly, that I hadn't been able to hold it in and offered to take her to the toilet to clean up, without mentioning ejaculation at all, thus continuing to feign innocence. My sister listened to me for a while, then slowly regained her composure and seemed to still believe I knew nothing about sex. She awkwardly said she could handle it herself, pulled her shirt down to cover her breasts, and quickly ran out of the room into the bathroom. At that moment, our sibling relationship was truly bizarre… That night, after showering, my sister immediately went back to her room and locked herself in, refusing to see me again. I suddenly didn't know how to face her, so I didn't go to her either. I just kept thinking about the pleasure and the ejaculation, and I was terrified that she would start to distance herself from me because of it. The next day, my sister went back to normal at school, as if nothing had happened, which relieved me. However, this also left me thinking about it for several days, and I didn't engage in any sexual activities with her that night. A few days later, I wanted to again, but because my mother had been reassigned to the early shift and would be home in the evenings, I hesitated. I was genuinely scared then, vaguely aware that it was incestuous, and afraid that if my sister knew, she might never forgive me and would tell my mother. Therefore, I repeatedly tried to remind myself not to repeat this mistake, but it seemed to only fuel my desire. From that night on, whether day or night, at home or at school, whenever the desire arose, I couldn't help but think of my sister's grandmother, all the sensations of squeezing and playing with her, and the feeling of masturbating in her hands that night. I couldn't help but chuckle at the male classmates around me discussing sex, since my sister had already helped me masturbate. Of course, when the desire came, my penis would naturally become erect in my pants… I endured and struggled like this for several weeks, and it was during this time that I learned to masturbate and ejaculate while showering, but it was still far inferior to the time my sister used her hands that night. I thought I could continue to endure and control myself, but one night I had a erotic dream—a pleasurable dream of making love with my sister in bed—which completely shattered my last shred of reason. That dream changed me a lot; almost all rational thoughts became insignificant, and only making love with my sister became important. Even though my mind thought this way, and I really wanted to do it with her, I still had a final hesitation, afraid to act rashly immediately. So I started planning how to get my sister to agree to do it with me. At the time, I was incredibly naive, and my plans were all far-fetched and impossible to implement, so they remained just thoughts. Several days passed like this, and I finally couldn't bear the torment of my desires any longer. Plus, my mother had been transferred to the night shift and wouldn't be home that night, so I decided to find her and play games with her again that night. After all, several weeks had passed since that night's masturbation, and tonight wasn't just masturbation like that night; I was determined to have sex with my sister. As for how to do it, like I just said, I was so young and impetuous that I planned to just take it one step at a time… When I got home with my sister that night, I remember vividly that after we finished dinner watching TV in the living room, just as I was about to speak, she went back to her room to do her homework. I stayed in the living room, watching TV, and began to struggle with the decision of whether or not I should have sex with my sister again, or even try to find a way to have sex with her. Having already grasped the concept of sex, and having maintained this playful sexual relationship with my younger sister, coupled with the intense hormones of that age, I knew that any struggle or suppression would be futile. I waited until she finished her homework, seemingly preparing to take a bath, then approached her, nervously but with a forced cheerful smile, and asked to play a game with her. Hearing that I wanted to play a sexual game with her again, my sister, as expected, looked embarrassed and awkward, as if about to refuse me. So, before she could say no, I quickly took her hand and led her into my room, into my territory. I naively thought that having my sister in my room and being asked by me would be more advantageous for my actions. Standing in my room, my sister finally vaguely said that we shouldn't do this anymore. I quickly responded with my prepared answer, feigning ignorance, saying that as long as Mom didn't know, it was fine, and besides, we always played like this before, so why was she suddenly objecting? Then my sister didn't say anything more. With my sister standing in front of me, I quickly started to pull down my pants, even my underwear, my heart pounding with nervousness, but she didn't pull up her shirt to show me her breasts. I continued to play dumb, asking her why she didn't pull up her shirt, even asking if it was because I accidentally peed last time. My sister then awkwardly said we're all grown up now and shouldn't do that anymore. Of course, I could only continue to pretend to be innocent, acting as if I still knew nothing about sex and just wanted to play around. My sister always trusted me, and since I genuinely never looked at textbooks for no reason, let alone previewed later chapters, she was genuinely taken aback and struggled with how to explain it to me. I kept begging her, and then she finally realized she couldn't escape it; I was determined to make her pull up her shirt and expose her breasts tonight, so she had no choice but to comply. Playing with my sister's small breasts, her shy and embarrassed girlish expression only fueled my desire. Because of her girlish modesty, she hadn't touched my already erect penis, so I pushed my hips forward and hummed, indicating that she should hold it in her hand. She shook her head, so I pushed my hips forward again; she shook her head again, so I pushed my hips forward again. After a few times like this, I became more aggressive, pressing my penis against her lower abdomen under her skirt. My sister cried out in alarm and had to hold it in place to prevent me from doing anything further. With my penis held by both of her hands, I started masturbating again, and it felt incredibly good; all my worries vanished. After a few minutes, I was completely determined to have sex with her, even if it meant forcing myself on her. A few minutes later, following my pre-planned strategy, I boldly and nervously feigned ignorance, asking if she could take off her skirt and panties so I could see her penis. Of course, I knew perfectly well that girls don't have penises, and my sister knew it too; I just wanted to use this question to get her to take off her skirt and panties. When my sister heard this, she became nervous and, as I expected, refused. I continued to plead, saying that since she could see and touch my penis, why couldn't I see hers? My sister, after being relentlessly questioned, finally admitted she didn't have a penis. I feigned surprise and asked why, and she said girls don't usually have them. I pretended not to believe her, and she nervously insisted it was true. I started to lift her skirt, and she screamed, immediately releasing her grip on my penis and trying to cover it. I took the opportunity to rub and bump my penis against her lower abdomen. She could only hold onto her skirt with one hand and grab my penis with the other, trying to back away. I held onto her skirt and continued to advance, forcing her to retreat until she hit her desk, with nowhere left to go. I continued to try and pull her skirt down, my penis constantly hitting her soft abdomen. She kept pleading for me to stop, and I nervously tried to convince her to just let me see her penis. She was on the verge of tears, and I was just as nervous as she was. Hearing her pleas, though I felt bad, I knew I couldn't just give up. Because I knew that if I stopped now, I would never have the chance to play sexual games with her again; if I wanted it, I would have to force myself on her like this. Since that was the case, I figured I might as well end it all today, make her mine, and avoid any unforeseen complications. Finally, my sister really cried, tears streaming down her face, looking pitiful. I finally stopped too, realizing I had gone too far, and regained my composure. I stopped pulling her skirt and stopped bumping my penis against her. My sister still held my penis tightly, the head still quietly pressing against her lower abdomen, but seeing me cry, I began to feel incredibly regretful. Just as I was about to say something apologetic, my sister sobbed and said she really didn't have a penis.These words left me speechless, and I realized I had pushed her to such a miserable state. I genuinely wanted to let her go, but then I remembered how things had come to this point; if I stopped, my sister might tell Mom, so I couldn't bring myself to let her go. A few more minutes passed, and I was still struggling to figure out what to do when my sister finally calmed down and slowly wiped away her tears. We didn't speak, just looked at each other, unsure what to do next. Then, my sister suddenly spoke softly, as if she were going to make a desperate decision, saying she could show me she really didn't have a penis, but I absolutely couldn't touch it. Hearing her say that, although I felt a pang of heartache, I was mostly overjoyed, because I thought my plans had failed. So, of course, I nodded in agreement. I started to back away, no longer pulling at her skirt, and my sister's hand stopped gripping my penis. She wiped away her tears, pulled up her skirt with both hands, and started taking off her safety shorts. I watched nervously the whole time. My sister looked up at me briefly, then lowered her head again, slowly pulling up her skirt to reveal her pink underwear. I immediately forgot everything else and quickly squatted down to look at her pink panties, tightly covering her smooth vulva, and I could also see a few short black hairs. I stared for a while, completely captivated, until my sister asked me if I was done, which pulled me back to reality. Because I knew I was getting closer and closer to my goal, and having seen her panties and vulva with my own eyes, I instantly went crazy again. I made up my mind and deliberately said that I couldn't tell because it looked like there was still a little penis inside, all puffy. My sister's face turned even paler when I said that, and she kept hurriedly saying that there really wasn't. I hardened my heart and asked her why her panties looked puffy if there was no penis. My sister could only keep saying that she didn't know. At that moment, I knew I had to make a final decision, and I had already decided to do whatever it took to get her, so I deliberately put on a long face, pretending to be very angry, and kept saying that she was lying. After nearly ten minutes of arguing, my sister finally asked me how I could believe her, and thus she completely stepped into my desire. So, nervously and coldly, I went along with the situation and told her to sit on the desk behind me, and to take off her underwear so I could inspect it. My sister looked at me in complete disbelief. To expect me to see her genitals like that? I knew I couldn't back down, so I firmly said that she used to look at my penis and play with it, so why couldn't I look at hers? My sister kept saying it was because we'd grown up, and I continued to play dumb. At that point, I was really getting angry, both excited and frustrated. I was really ready to push her to the ground and rape her, regardless of whether she was my sister or not; I'd have sex with her first and then we'd talk about it later. My sister realized then that I was determined to see her penis and that she couldn't escape, so she had no choice but to give up. She finally sat silently on the desk, her legs dangling in the air, looking at me, as if hoping I would consider her girlish modesty and not force her to take off her underwear and spread her legs. But I was going to have her! How could I possibly consider her modesty? She was completely clueless, naively believing I didn't understand these things. She was acting this way because she thought I was lying about not having a penis. I can only say my sister trusts me too much… But there's nothing I can do; we've lived together all this time, so naturally she has such deep trust in me, completely unable to resist my half-deceptive sexual advances. When my sister started taking off her panties inside her skirt, it was like slow motion; I remember every detail. When the pink panties were down to her ankles, she slightly opened and raised her right leg, pulling the panties off completely. My mouth instantly went dry, my eyes fixed on her genitals under her skirt. Then I reached out and placed my hands on her tightly pressed knees, forcefully spreading them apart. My penis had never been so hard, so full of blood, even a little painful. I made my sister pull up her skirt herself, and slowly, I finally saw her alluring vulva, the labia majora and minora, the folds of the vulva, and a few newly grown black hairs. Reason had vanished from my mind… Urgently, I sternly told her to sit up a little, supposedly to make it easier for me to check, but really to make it easier for me to penetrate her later. My sister was startled by my shout and timidly moved forward, practically only her buttocks remaining on the table. I squatted down, and her genitals were immediately laid bare before me. I stared for a while, and she anxiously asked if I was ready, but I ignored her, focusing instead on confirming the location of her vaginal opening. After roughly confirming it, I looked up at my sister's face. She must have been startled by my serious and focused expression, suddenly speechless. Actually, at that moment, I only had one thought in my mind: to have her, without hesitation. I suddenly stood up, my left hand reaching out to embrace her body, my right hand gripping my penis, and I began to lean forward, squeezing my lower body between her legs. My sister was completely startled by my actions, and in surprise, I held her tightly in my arms. The whole process took less than five seconds; everything was so fast. I was already holding my sister tightly, and my penis was pressing against her genitals. I remember the first hard thrust of my glans. I thought it was the right spot, but then I realized it wasn't; it was too far forward, so I couldn't penetrate. At that moment, my sister finally became aware of her chastity and realized I had been lying to her and trying to rape her. She started screaming and tried to push me away with both hands. I quickly pressed my glans down and thrust again, but it still wasn't deep enough to reach her vagina. I started to panic. My sister started pushing me away haphazardly, just yelling for me to stop. Her legs instinctively tried to swing back, making it difficult for me to penetrate. I pressed my penis down further with my hand and spent a few seconds feeling for the right spot, nervously thinking it must be there, and then thrust again… I remember clearly my sister screaming in agony. I felt my glans push open a patch of warm flesh. At first, it hurt a little, then I felt my penis being tightly surrounded by a narrow, warm mass of flesh, and it kept pushing in, with intense pleasure coursing through me. Knowing I'd reached my limit, finally losing my virginity and having sex, the feeling was incredibly pleasurable, unforgettable. Tonight's ordeal had finally paid off. I held my sister tightly, afraid she'd escape, but she tried to push me away but couldn't. After I took her virginity, she let out a scream and kept saying, "Brother! No!" She explicitly begged me to pull out, saying she'd get pregnant, and kept crying. I ignored her, savoring the warmth and pitifulness of her in my arms, the pleasurable warmth and wetness of my penis inside her. Then I started to slowly thrust in. I began to withdraw my penis, and my sister kept making low moans. With each re-insertion, she cried out in agony. Similarly, she would occasionally cry and say, "Brother, no! It hurts!" I couldn't pay attention to her; my desire wouldn't allow it. I just kept holding my sister tightly and thrusting hard, performing the most basic piston-like movements. She gradually stopped resisting, placing her hands on my arms and crying. I didn't know how to comfort her because the feeling of sex was so incredibly pleasurable, so I remained silent and continued my relentless thrusting. After a few minutes, I ejaculated inside my sister again, and my penis began to twitch in waves, constantly overwhelmed by explosive pleasure.My sister seemed to know about my ejaculation, and kept crying that she would get pregnant, begging me to stop as a last resort. I finally stopped, but only after I ejaculated. Holding her tightly, I felt only satisfaction, as if I had conquered her like a fragile little animal. Not long after, when the desire truly subsided, I realized the terrible thing I had done. I finally released her, and she immediately pushed me away, my penis leaving her body. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan, and semen immediately flowed back from her vagina, even dripping onto the floor. My sister pushed me hard again, then jumped off the table crying, ran out the door, and went into the bathroom. I kept apologizing to her, but she just locked herself in the bathroom, crying, with the sound of running water. When she opened the door, she pushed me away abruptly, went back to her room, locked the door, and refused to see me again. No matter how much I pleaded, it was no use, and that night I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. My sister didn't go to school the next day either. That whole day at school, I wasn't reminiscing about the boy who caused the trouble, boasting about the pleasure of losing my virginity; I was terrified of what would happen when I got home. My sister would definitely tell Mom, and I might be handed over to the police. So I considered running away, but then I remembered I had no money and nowhere to go, so I had no choice but to obediently go home. That night, as expected, Mom didn't go to work. She cried and beat me with a stick, constantly calling me worse than an animal. My sister just locked herself in her room. I was chased and beaten all over the house, until I was almost dead. I was really scared, thinking she would hand me over to the police, but thankfully she didn't. Maybe it was because I was the only boy and bloodline in the family, and Dad's only son, so Mom could only keep beating me in front of my sister in her room. I didn't dare go to school for over a week because the bruises were too obvious. My sister also didn't go to school for the first few days, but later, probably because Mom kept talking to her and comforting her, she went back to school. But Mom refused to talk to me anymore, completely distancing herself from me. My mother probably wanted to send either my sister or me to live with relatives, but she was afraid the affair would be discovered and believed that family scandals shouldn't be aired in public, so she didn't. Thankfully, my sister wasn't pregnant; otherwise, things would have been much more difficult to handle and would have caused her even greater harm. I often wonder, was it worth it to have seduced my sister and forced her to lose her virginity? After I returned to school, my sister ignored me, treating me coldly. Even the slightest touch would make her glare at me nervously. After graduating from junior high, filled with guilt and not knowing what to do with my sister, and after my mother probably talked to her a lot, and several years later, my sister slowly accepted me again, but inevitably maintained a considerable distance. From that day on, I dared not do anything to my sister again. After all, while sex was pleasurable, she was still my sister. Therefore, I could only pursue girls and seduce them into having sex with me. But I will never forget what happened with my sister…

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