The eldest sister is like a mother

(Married Woman's Incest) My first relationship ended in the same way, simply because I wore a pale yellow turtleneck sweater that my sister had bought for me. She criticized me, saying, "So effeminate! Like a girl!" After that, I never asked her out again. Criticizing me was fine, but criticizing my sister was absolutely unacceptable, especially everything she had done for me. I always thought it was better to go out with my sister than with her. It wasn't until I went to university and truly understood love that I realized I had fallen in love with my sister. Falling in love with one's own sister was unacceptable to society, a very taboo love. So I could only suppress my feelings, only finding solace in casual conversations during our several weekly phone calls. I couldn't let my sister see through my thoughts, and I avoided mentioning my love life. Even when she sometimes asked with concern, I would always give vague answers or make up a story about another woman to answer her questions. Moving to Taipei to live with my sister filled me with joy for a full two weeks. Although I was about to face the heavy workload of graduate school, the thought of being able to spend every day with her and share her daily life had overwhelmed me with overwhelming joy. On my first day in the apartment, my sister had already furnished my room perfectly: warm bedding, a large bookcase covering half the wall, a computer, a wooden desk, and brightly colored imitation oil paintings on the wall—she had clearly put a lot of thought into it. Even the wardrobe had several wool coats. My sister said, "It's getting a bit cold in Taipei, so I bought everything for you first." I felt a pang of jealousy seeing my sister standing with her boyfriend. My sister's boyfriend, A-Jie, said, "Xiao-Xin has never been this good to me. Knowing you were moving in, I became the workhorse. A week ago, I finally managed to move all this wooden furniture in, and these past few days, she even wanted me to go with her to buy coats. Heaven knows how difficult it is to buy winter clothes in the fall; we went to so many places! And she hasn't even bought me a tie." He complained. The weather was just starting to get a bit chilly, so buying winter clothes was indeed a bit early. Thinking of my sister's doting affection for me, my jealousy immediately vanished. I quickly packed my luggage and then accompanied A-Jie and my sister out for a meal. Perhaps because we hadn't seen each other in a while, my sister had a lot to say to me. She asked about my exam results, my new school, and I asked her how she and A-Jie met and if her work was going well. The whole way, my sister held my arm, making it seem like we were the couple. After dinner, A-Jie drove us back and left first. I went to my room and continued my unfinished work, carefully arranging the clothes and books from my luggage. In a small drawer of the wardrobe, I discovered that my sister had thoughtfully bought several pairs of underwear and socks, all neatly folded together. I examined them one by one; they were all my usual close-fitting briefs. The fabric wasn't much, but it tightly covered my masculine features, and the colors were mostly my preferred neutral tones. My sister had already shaped my unique preferences. A warm feeling flowed through my heart, tinged with deep affection. Sister! My dearest sister, you haven't neglected even the most private parts of a man, just like my heart for you, never missing your every move. I called out to the sister in the next room, "Thank you, sister!" She didn't respond; I didn't know if she didn't hear me or didn't know what I was thanking her for. That day, I tidied up the room, sweating profusely, and then went into the bathroom to wash away the stench. I changed into a black tank top and gray underwear that my sister had bought for me, and all night long, I felt as if my sister's warm body was embracing me. For the first few days, my sister went to get off work as usual, while I took advantage of the break before school started to visit some classmates studying or working in Taipei to reconnect. Every day when I returned home, my sister had prepared a sumptuous meal for me. She had already learned to cook well in high school, and in a time when women generally neglect housework, my sister's culinary skills were truly rare. Before leaving get off work, my sister would ask if I was going home. If not, she would grab a quick bite outside, while I preferred our time alone and would usually force myself to be home before six o'clock. "Whoever marries my sister is truly blessed. She's good at making money and cooking. You couldn't find a woman like her even with a lantern," I would say, praising her cooking as I ate. "Really? Once I get married, no one will cook for you anymore!" "That's right! If I could find another sister... no! A woman with the looks and virtues of a sister, I would definitely marry her." "Is your sister really that good?" "Yes! Your sister's goodness is beyond description, and words can't do it justice!" "Then your sister will cook for you for the rest of her life. After we get married, we'll live together... oh... no! We'll live next door to each other. Whenever you're hungry, I'll bring your whole family over to eat your sister's cooking, okay?" "Okay! I'm just afraid I won't be able to find a woman as good as my sister to marry, and I'll be a bachelor for life. Then I'll shamelessly stay at your house!" Actually, what I really wanted to say was that rather than living next door to each other, it would be better if we just lived together like this. I could eat delicious food and see the woman I love, day after day, year after year. And could I say that? "What do you think of Ah Jie?" I asked my sister. "He's just average, nothing special. A girl living alone can't do without a man to help her. He could fix her car when it breaks down, help carry appliances, change light bulbs, fix pipes—that's no good. So, I had to find someone." "I think A-Jie loves you very much! He listens to you completely." "Hmm! You know that now. He is indeed a good person, but I lack a certain feeling for him, a lack of romantic passion. I can go a whole week without thinking about him until he shows up at my company. Is that love? I know it isn't, so I have no intention of marrying him." "But you're almost thirty, you'll have to get married sooner or later, won't you?" My sister was silent for a while, then asked softly, "Are you in such a hurry to marry me off? Can't you help me change light bulbs and fix pipes? Do you have to find someone else?" "I can… but…" My heart pounded, and I couldn't say what I wanted to say. One day I came home late, and as soon as I entered, I saw my sister, her hair tied up, squatting in the bathroom washing clothes. Her fair neck was flawless, glistening with fine beads of sweat. I secretly kissed it from behind, startling her. My sister playfully scolded, "Why are you sneaking around like a thief? Didn't we agree you'd be back at ten?" "I was worried about you being alone at home, so I slipped away without even having a drink!" It was a university reunion. I'd told my sister it would end around ten, but after dinner, everyone was clamoring to go to a hotel. I wasn't interested, so I drove back to my place. "Why are you hand-washing? Isn't there a washing machine?" "Some pure cotton fabrics don't deform when hand-washed, and washing machines don't clean them properly; they're uncomfortable to wear!" my sister replied, her small hands still rubbing. I saw that among the soaking clothes were several of my shirts and trousers, including my underwear stained with yellow stains, tangled together with my sister's delicate lace-trimmed panties. I stammered, "Sister! Aren't my clothes in the laundry tub in my room? I was planning to wash them myself." "I washed all the dirty clothes when I saw them while tidying your room. Who knows when you'd wash them yourself? You're so lazy!" "But...but those are men's underwear..." I saw that the underwear my sister was rubbing was mine, with yellowish stains on the crotch area—fluid from my own genitals. I blushed and protested. "What? Afraid I'll touch your underwear? I don't mind the dirt..." A blush crept across my sister's pretty face, but she didn't stop. "I'm...I'm sorry! Otherwise, I'd help too." I grabbed a stool and sat down next to my sister, casually picking up one of her small thongs...I started rubbing the panties, imitating my sister. They were pink and white silk thongs, semi-transparent at the back, with many roses embroidered on the crotch, shimmering with a pink hue. The texture was quite delicate. I spread them out and rubbed the faint stains inside. Thinking that these were marks left by my sister's private parts, my crotch unconsciously swelled up a bit. My sister blushed, and she smiled shyly, "No! That...that place is dirty..." "I don't mind being dirty! On the contrary, I love washing them!" "I replied to her with my sister's words, and she scolded me, not knowing what to do. We siblings, blushing, finished washing all the clothes. During the process, her shy face was so vibrant that I almost forgot she was my sister. I wanted to pull her into my arms, skin to skin, my burning penis gently touching her delicate body. My erect penis expressed my lust for her, but I wondered if she felt as hot as I did inside her tight shorts. Because most of my time in my second year of graduate school was spent on writing my thesis, my first year's coursework was extremely heavy, far exceeding that of my undergraduate years. I had only just become familiar with the new school's environment and facilities when the ensuing exams and reports quickly overwhelmed me. Near the end of the year, I had a research report on market consumer behavior to submit, which included actual market research data. I estimated that I needed at least one hundred valid questionnaires. During a break, I drafted the questionnaire and planned to conduct it randomly on the streets of Taipei on a day off." To lighten my workload that day, I asked my sister to take five of the questionnaires to her office to ask a colleague for help. She readily agreed when I asked about the deadline. Since they weren't due until next Thursday in class, I calculated that if I could get the results by Sunday, plus four days of analysis, organization, typing, and formatting, completing them smoothly wouldn't be difficult. If my sister could help with half the work, we could probably finish the questionnaires in less than half a day, leaving us with extra time to see a movie or go for a walk. My sister loves me, she'd definitely agree. With these plans in mind, I continued to focus on my studies, making the most of every minute at school to get home early and spend more time with my sister. I wanted to be able to spend time with her easily and without pressure when I got home. I remember it was Thursday night; I didn't leave the lab until after 8 pm. It was drizzling and a bit damp and chilly. Taking advantage of the weather, I didn't wear a raincoat and rode my motorcycle along Roosevelt Road. Raindrops formed halos in front of my glasses, obscuring my vision. I dared not ride fast, only daring to stay in the motorcycle lane. The temperature wasn't low, but the dampness brought a chill, especially with the biting night wind. I tucked my neck into my turtleneck sweater, thinking of my sister at home, and a warm feeling welled up inside me. My sister must have eaten out before coming home, right? She would probably shower first, then change into a silk two-piece bathrobe, her bare feet tucked in as she watched TV. She would be nonchalant, sipping fruit tea while keeping track of the time, perhaps her half-damp hair still carrying a strong musky scent. I chuckled as I rode, remembering the time I washed her underwear. Her underwear was so smooth, so cute. If she wore it, it would be incredibly alluring, captivating all eyes. And her shyness then—was it just sibling embarrassment? What I held in my hands was fabric that was in contact with her private parts 24/7. Didn't she feel it carried an ambiguous hint of male-female desire? The red light was on! I stopped at the intersection in the bustling Gongguan district. It was just past eight o'clock, and there were many people and cars. Cars were parked on the road, while people huddled under the arcades. Colorful umbrellas formed a sea of flowers, almost drowning out the crowd. After the green light came on, I moved forward with the traffic, and vaguely, I thought I saw my sister in the crowd. I moved closer to the roadside and looked into the damp arcades. Was that woman with long, black hair, a blue woolen coat, and tight black trousers my sister? Yes! It was my sister! That round, perky, narrow bottom must be my sister. What was she doing on the street on such a damp and cold night? I parked my car on the side of the road and watched my sister from a distance. She was holding a stack of white papers, striking up conversations with passersby one by one. Most people shook their heads and ignored her, a few stopped, whispered a few words, and then left, but she still persisted, asking each person one by one. I took a few steps forward and saw that my sister's hair was wet, her bangs were curled up like clockwork, and her light blue sweater had several patches of sea blue stains. Suddenly, my nose stung with tears, and I shouted to my sister, "Sister!" My sister heard me, waved at me, and continued talking to the passersby. I went up to her and asked, "Sister! What are you doing?" She gave the passersby an apologetic look and replied, "Didn't you see? I'm helping you with a survey!" "The white paper in her hand, covered in fine print, is exactly the questionnaire I designed!" "You...you...on such a cold night, instead of staying home, you're out handing out questionnaires on the street! How can I bear this..." I felt both heartache and anger. I snatched the questionnaire from her hand and tried to pull her away. "I was thinking, since I'm free tonight, why don't I help you finish this first..." she stammered, letting me pull her along. Before she could finish, I interrupted her loudly: "You don't know how much it hurts me. From now on, I'll handle my own affairs; you don't need to worry about me!" "Oh...are you angry? I was thinking of finishing this first, so you can go out with your sister on Saturday and Sunday!" "My sister, like a child who had made a mistake, obediently followed me. Hearing her say this, I couldn't help but burst into tears. Sister! Why are you so good to me? Why do you let me indulge in your tenderness? Aren't you afraid I'll become addicted and be doomed? Or is your love for me as deep as my love for you? I wanted to scream, to hug my sister tightly, and tell her not to spoil me with your doting, because it would make me misunderstand! I walked for a long time, my thoughts swirling, when suddenly my sister asked me, 'Brother! Where are you going, wandering around like this?' I looked around and was stunned. 'Yes! Where am I going?' My sister chuckled, took my hand, and led me back. 'Silly boy! The car is over here!' Although the rain was getting heavier, with my sister by my side, I didn't feel cold at all. After a few steps, my sister snuggled into my arms and whispered, 'Don't be angry!' I pouted and replied, 'Who's angry?'" "Isn't that right? If you understood my heart, you'd know I wasn't angry, but heartbroken! My sister and I maintained this ambiguous relationship, though I suspected she harbored romantic feelings for me too. But I couldn't test her, because whatever the answer, it would be unbearable. I love my sister, and she loves me. Our love should have been a blessed union, but with siblings involved, it became a societal taboo. And if I misunderstood her feelings, mistaking familial love for romantic love, I would only suffer more heartbreak. Rather than be heartbroken or bear the stigma of incest, I'd rather let things take their course. Until one day, I was drinking with my professor and senior classmates to celebrate his sixtieth birthday. That night, I drank too much, barely able to walk. My sister called me, and I could only mumble for her to come pick me up, because I couldn't even ride a bike." As soon as my sister arrived, I collapsed into the back seat of the car. With each bump, I vomited all over the car and myself. I vaguely heard my sister complaining repeatedly, telling me to drink less alcohol, saying it made her sad. When I woke up again, I was back in my room. I felt like I was sleeping in a warm, cloud-like place, with a warm current flowing over my body. I opened my eyes and saw my sister. She was holding me, her head bent down, wiping my body with a hot towel. She was so focused that she didn't notice I was awake. By the touch of her skin, I knew I was completely naked, my entire bare body pressed against her chest. I didn't dare open my eyes, afraid she would be embarrassed if she knew I was awake. I felt the hot towel slide over my armpits, over my lower abdomen, even my penis and scrotum, before finally gently parting my legs and carefully wiping my buttocks. Through my sister's silk nightgown, I could feel her rapid breathing, her body burning hot. Her heart was restless, her desire surging. How could she not be captivated by the sight of a mature man's naked body? The thought of myself, completely naked before her, while she gently and carefully wiped away my filth, sent shivers down my spine. My penis inexplicably hardened. I felt embarrassed and dared not open my eyes. My sister probably noticed; her body trembled. Seeing I hadn't opened my eyes, she softly called out, "Ah Sheng! Ah Sheng! Are you awake?" Her rapid heartbeat pounded against my arm. I didn't open my eyes. After a long silence, she suddenly gently grasped my penis and said softly, "So naughty even when drunk! You scared me to death! If you had woken up, I don't know how I would have known." "Those warm little hands gripped my penis tightly, so smooth and slippery. The more comfortable I felt, the more erect my penis became. I really wanted to jump up and hug my sister, forgetting all about incest and twisted love. My sister held it for a long time before her breathing gradually calmed down. Suddenly, she sighed, 'Oh! Can I tell you I love you? God! You're my brother, my own brother... I... what should I do?'""What should I do?" I felt my eyes welling up and my heart warming. I finally knew that my sister loved me, not just as a brother, but as a woman. A sister could caress every inch of her brother's skin, even his private parts and anus, without a care. That transcended the usual sibling affection; it was genuine and profound love. Overjoyed, I fell asleep again. Having drunk quite a bit, pretending to sleep easily turned into real sleep, but it was better to be asleep. There were some things I needed to think about carefully, not letting embarrassment, awkwardness, or impulsiveness hinder my love for my sister. Now that I knew my sister's feelings for me, how could I let her know my heart? The next few days were filled with the biggest dilemma of my life. I desperately wanted to confess my feelings to her, yet I feared that a sudden confession would stir up a storm and cause her to flee in panic. Everything needed preparation, but where was the bottom line? Was I destined to suffer like this day after day? The distress was bearable, but the worst part was facing the person I loved every day, knowing she loved me and I loved her, yet unable to take things further. The deliberately suppressed desire was like a time bomb strapped to my body, destined to explode, disintegrate, and shatter one day. My body was human, but my heart was slowly transforming into a beast. My sister started blushing easily! An ambiguous atmosphere formed between us. She still cooked a lavish four-dish-and-soup dinner every day, while I came home more punctually each day. After dinner, my sister, as usual, would shower first and then curl up on the sofa to watch TV, while I spent less time reading and became more interested in watching her. The beast forming within me gradually compelled me to commit shameful acts. I started showering right after my sister, then, wearing only tight briefs and a t-shirt, I would move around in front of her, sometimes sitting opposite her and staring at her, sometimes pressing my thighs tightly against her pink legs. I was seducing my sister, and she was seducing me in return. Before, I wouldn't have dared to think much of her attire; it was considered casual. Now, knowing she loves me deeply too, I see her as a young woman, and her alluring figure—half-revealed in her spring dress, her body subtly exposed—is surely tempting me. A predatory beast lurks within us, forcing us to walk a tightrope; one wrong step, and we're both destroyed! Looking at my sister through the eyes of a woman, she is beautiful! Beautiful enough to make one's blood boil, beautiful enough to make one's heart race. Even sitting across from her, I can see her glistening shoulders and full breasts beneath her thin-strapped nightgown. Though only half-exposed, they are pink and captivating. The soft fabric, if not carefully chosen, would reveal her nipples like ripe dates. And my sister prefers to watch TV with her legs tucked in, knees drawn up. She must be doing it on purpose. No matter how much she pulls her knee-length skirt, it can't conceal her alluring figure. Although she wears underwear, the fabric crotch is sparsely covered, further enhancing the obscenity of her narrow vulva. My sister couldn't possibly be unaware of my reaction. Every time she saw the beautiful cleavage outlined by her long, fleshy mound, my underwear would bulge, like a swollen sausage suddenly appearing between my legs, attracting everyone's attention. And yet, she could still talk to me, speaking to me slowly and deliberately with a flushed face. I always gave in and retreated to my room, trying to seduce her. Finally, one time I couldn't hold back any longer. The burning desire consumed my reason, the ferocious beast tore at my soul. I turned and hugged my sister, my chest pressing against her soft breasts, my penis pressed against the deep cleavage. I gasped for breath, my sister's fiery body throbbing. She paused in my arms for a moment, then gently asked, "Brother! What's wrong?" Caught off guard, I blurted out, "Sister smells so good! So beautiful!" "I need to get back to my room right away! I know my sister is waiting for me to confront her! If I see her as a woman, then a man should take the initiative, and my sister shouldn't be in control anymore. As for the uncertain future between us, and the societal condemnation and guilt regarding incest, that should be my responsibility. But if I run away, she will still be my sister. I won't shirk my responsibilities as a man. I love my sister deeply and want to give her a gentle yet strong shoulder to lean on. I'm just not ready yet." In the days that followed, I avoided my sister. Sometimes I was busy in the research lab until the wee hours, and sometimes I would exchange a few words with her before quickly retreating to my room. My sister knew about my inner conflict, because her inner struggle was no less than mine. She still spoke to me with concern whenever she saw me, her tone as usual, but her worried expression was subtly visible. I knew she was treating this difficult situation as a test of our love, a preventative measure against future hardships. Love began to blossom in childhood, but only in adulthood did it truly take root. Its authenticity is irrelevant; it fills our hearts. Yet, its reality can only be judged by a simple binary: in reality, it's a flourishing, lifelong commitment; in illusion, a fleeting dream, forever buried in our hearts. For us, it was a choice without failure. No matter how deep the pit, it was up to me whether to jump in! I knew the biggest obstacle was the conflict and disintegration of family relationships caused by our sibling relationship. It involved the obstruction of elders, the condemnation of public opinion, and the genetic abnormalities of offspring. The fact that consanguineous marriage easily leads to intellectually disabled children is a proven fact, both in practice and medically. Everyone would use this as a reason to criticize and condemn me. But I love my sister! Without her, I might never have wanted to marry, and how would I have children? Besides, with her, I could adopt orphans, raising and nurturing them with complete love. A prosperous family in the future would not be a dream! As for how our parents and society view us, there's only one solution: escape! Escape to some remote, impoverished place, escape to a foreign land—who would know we're siblings then? But could I do it? Would my sister agree? How could our parents bear the loss of two children? One weekend morning in December, my sister was at work while I was at home working on a report. The doorbell rang. I opened the door and saw Ah-Jie, so I invited him to sit in the living room. "My sister's not here! It's a weekend, she has to go to work." I made Ah-Jie a cup of coffee. "No! I came to see you!" "See me? What's up?" I asked, surprised. "Xiao-Xin has rarely gone on dates with me since you moved in! When I asked her if she had a new boyfriend, she wouldn't tell me. Could you tell me?" Ah-Jie lit a cigarette, his eyes a little forlorn. "No, I don't think so! She stays home on weekends; she probably doesn't have time for a new boyfriend!" “But I’ve noticed she’s been radiant lately, smiling much more often. I can’t help but suspect something. Is there some happy occasion in your family lately? Is that why she’s so happy?” “No! Hmm… I guess it’s because I come to keep her company and tell her jokes that she’s getting prettier!” “Oh! I see! Then I’ve misunderstood her. Actually, Xiao Xin is a really gentle and virtuous girl. Not only is she beautiful and intelligent, but most importantly, she has a strong sense of family. Whoever marries her will truly live a fulfilling life. Yet, she’s so aloof and indifferent towards me. I really don’t know what to do to make her like me.” A-Jie sighed. “I understand! Even I, as her younger brother, can’t figure her out. Yes! I don’t understand why my sister loves me, her younger brother.” “I’ve never seen a sister who dotes on her younger brother like this. Sometimes I feel like you’re her man, and I’m just her follower.” Seeing my silence, he continued, “You know what?” I've known her for over six months, and we mostly talk about you. We reminisce about how, when we were little, she would take you to the stream to catch oysters, and you would follow behind her with a basin, picking them up. We also talk about how you got a beating from your father for stealing mangoes from the neighbor for her, and how you once had a motorcycle accident while carrying her, and how you shielded her with your body, getting injured yourself while she was unharmed… She's told me so much; I probably know more about your childhood than you do now.” I felt a sweet warmth in my heart, and I was speechless. He looked at me and sighed, “Sigh!” Sometimes I really thought she lived for you. When she went shopping, she always went to the men's section, not to buy for me, but for you. When she finally held up clothes to me, she was actually measuring your size. When we went to a fun place, she would carefully remember the location and details, saying she would bring you next time. Once, she insisted that I queue up to buy her tickets to a Ricky and Martin concert. I queued for a whole morning, thinking she wanted me to go with her, but it turned out the tickets were for you. I got angry with her, and she said I was petty for getting angry with my own brother. I... I don't know what to do!" He frowned and exhaled a puff of smoke: "Sometimes I envy you so much, having all of Xiao Xin's love. If I were you, I would love her with my whole life, even if it meant bearing the stigma of incest. After all, she is such a rare woman!" Seeing my face flush and turn pale, he quickly explained: "I was just saying that casually. How could I be you? And how could you love your own sister?" "I thought he had guessed the unusual relationship between my sister and me, and my heart skipped a beat. Luckily, he was just talking nonsense, so I couldn't help but laugh and say, 'It's okay! Maybe you haven't tried hard enough. As long as you put in more effort, I believe even a stone can be moved!' 'Yes! That's for the best, but I always feel that you are my biggest rival. With you in the world, Xiao Xin can't possibly love me. Do you want me to kill you... haha... kill you... hahaha...' Seeing that I didn't laugh, he could only laugh self-deprecatingly. I didn't know how to answer, so I could only give him a bitter smile. The atmosphere suddenly became a little strange. He realized he had misspoke and quickly stood up to apologize: 'I'm sorry! I misspoke! It's because I'm so jealous of you, like...'""Your sister loves you so much, you must treat her well in the future. She's not young anymore, how much of her youth can she afford to waste?" He gave me a meaningful look and left. "She's not young anymore, how much of her youth can she afford to waste?" These thirteen words were like a boulder thrown into a still lake, creating ripples that lingered and deepened over time. I knew he meant I shouldn't hold onto my sister's affections for too long, leaving room for other men to pursue her. But I suddenly remembered that my sister was approaching thirty; how much time did she have left to waste with me? She could live for me, so why couldn't I live for him? Her waiting undoubtedly showed that she had already given up everything. No matter how big the storm! With my sister by my side, I had no regrets in this life. At this moment, I finally made up my mind. Christmas was approaching, and I decided to confess my feelings to my sister on Christmas Eve. Special things must be done on special days; that would make the memory even more profound. "Sister! Do you have a date on Christmas Eve?" One evening, my sister and I were watching TV on the sofa. I deliberately sat close to her and asked, "Ah-Jie asked me out for dinner and dancing. Do you want to come?" "Wouldn't that be another third wheel? It'd be so annoying!" I was referring to Ah-Jie. "No way! It'll be more fun with you. Don't you ever ask any girls out?" "Yes! I was just thinking of asking..." I looked at my sister with a mischievous glint in my eyes. My sister said with a hint of disappointment, "Oh... I don't know if I'll go out with Ah-Jie. Maybe I'll just stay home and watch TV." I grabbed my sister's hand and said, word by word, "Sis! The person I want to ask out is you. I wonder if you could spare some time for me?" My sister paused for a moment, then giggled and said, "Ask me out? You're all grown up and still clinging to your sister like this. No wonder you can't find a girlfriend." I looked directly into my sister's dark eyes and said seriously, "Sis! I've thought about this for a long time. If there's one woman worth my effort in arranging things for, it's you. As for other girls, I'd rather stay home and watch TV." After a pause, I asked earnestly, "Could I stay with you, just you and me?" For a moment, my sister was speechless. A joyful smile bloomed on her face, but her eyes showed hesitation. I knew she was torn between morality and love, caught in a moral dilemma. I didn't rush her; I simply held her hand tightly. Even the noisy television couldn't drown out our pounding hearts. "Tell me," I said, "how should I politely refuse A-Jie?" "After a long silence, my sister finally spoke. Though she didn't say it explicitly, the meaning was crystal clear. I didn't reply, because I knew she always handled these things well. Although I often went out with her, I never knew her true feelings then. I only thought she doted on me, so I hid my love for her and limited my behavior to conform to the norms of sibling relationships. This time, however, I hoped our date would be intimate like lovers, romantic like lovers, and most importantly, I wanted it to be a new milestone in our sibling relationship. I booked a Christmas dinner at a hotel, planned our night out, and even ordered ninety-nine roses, specifying they must be delivered to the hotel on Christmas Eve. Finally, Christmas arrived. That night, I showered, dressed neatly, and drove my sister's car to the car wash. When we returned, she was already dressed up. When she came out of the room, the entire living room seemed to light up." My sister had dressed up carefully, wearing a black turtleneck, a silver jacket, a Scottish kilt, and white knee-high boots. Her makeup was silver, making her look playful and cute, full of Christmas spirit. "Aren't you cold?" I asked her with a smile, noticing her bare legs. "Would you let me get cold?" she replied, grabbing her purse and taking my hand as we went out. It was a mild winter day; the temperature wasn't low at all. We even saw fashionable girls on the street wearing crop tops, showing no signs of the cold. The Christmas dinner was delicious, and my sister ate more than usual. There was a piano and violin performance, playing familiar love songs. Normally, I just find them pleasant to listen to, but tonight, every song sounded exceptionally romantic. When the waiter presented my sister with a large bouquet of roses, her face beamed with happiness. "Sister! Merry Christmas!" I said. "Did you give them to me?" my sister asked with a smile. "Who else would it be?" "Why give your sister flowers for Christmas? Isn't that a waste?" I put the roses on the chair and solemnly told her, "Not at all! They're not for you, sister. They're for Xiao Xin, for my dearest Xiao Xin." "Xiao Xin?" My sister's eyes looked a little blank. "Yes! It's you, my Xiao Xin. Today I must tell you, I love you!" "At this moment, I finally revealed the feelings I had kept hidden in my heart for so long. My heart was pounding, time almost stopped. I knew what would follow my confession: societal condemnation, moral lashes, and an even longer road of love. But I chose to move forward, to move forward without hesitation. When those words were spoken, there was no turning back. Fear appeared in my sister's eyes: 'No, no, no... I know you love your sister, and of course, your sister loves you, her brother...' I knew she was avoiding the question. I interrupted her, saying loudly, 'I don't love my sister, I love you as a woman, just like a man loves a woman. I want to possess you, cherish you, and take care of you!' 'Oh! No! No! I am your sister, and I will always be your sister. Forget what you said, and I'll pretend I didn't hear it.' My sister's face suddenly turned deathly pale. 'I don't want to!'" "From childhood to adulthood, I've always admired my older sister. With her around, no other woman could catch my eye. If every man has a place in his heart called his best partner, then my sister is my best partner. I love seeing you smile, seeing you deep in thought, seeing your captivatingly focused expression. When we were in college, we were separated by distance, and I suffered for four years. If I don't tell you today, I'll suffer for the rest of my life!" "But how can you love me? How can I accept you? Blood ties are indelible evidence; they will oppress us for life, suffocating us, and the accusations of others will only make us more unacceptable to the world," my sister said softly. "I don't care about any of that! I only know that if I miss today, I'll never have another chance. My God! You're almost thirty, and I'm nearly twenty-four. Can I just watch the woman I love marry someone else without trying to stop her? If you found a man you truly love, that would be fine, but I know you haven't, Xiao Xin! Can you deny that you love me?" I held my sister's trembling little hand tightly, looking deeply into her eyes. Tears welled in her eyes; she lowered her head and murmured, "Then...you woke up that night?" "Yes! Knowing your feelings, I was so happy. From that day on, I wanted to confess every day, but I was just as afraid and hesitant. I was afraid you wouldn't have the courage to defy societal norms with me, and I worried about how to endure the uncertain future. The worst part was that every day when you watched TV with me in your pajamas, I had an urge to hold you tight. I longed for your body, longed to be one with you. I loved you madly!" "I don't know...I didn't mean to..." "Do you love me?" I interrupted her, asking again. My sister's pale face gradually regained its color. She nodded and said, "Yes! But...but..." "There are no buts!" As long as you love me and I love you, there is no obstacle in this world that we cannot overcome, and there is no place for us. Believe me, no matter how hard life gets in the future, I will give you endless happiness. I reached out my hand, waiting for my sister to entrust her life to me. My sister stared into my eyes, her gaze traversing spring, summer, autumn, and winter, finally the bright sun driving away the cold winter, courage overcoming hesitation. She placed her small hand in mine and said softly, "I don't know if this is right or wrong? But isn't this what I've always wanted? To entrust my life to the one I love most and spend my whole life with him." As she spoke, a smile returned to her face, and she laughed and said, "You're so naughty! You pretended to be asleep when you woke up that day, making me worry for days, afraid that you would mention it, then I... I would be so embarrassed!" Her gentle, slightly angry coquettish manner was no longer that of my sister. "What's there to be embarrassed about? You'll be touching it a thousand times and ten thousand times in the future..." Before I could finish speaking, my sister covered my mouth and said shyly, "Don't say it... I'm not used to it yet!" Seeing the awkward embarrassment on my sister's face, I didn't say anything more and continued eating. The sudden shift from sibling affection to romantic love was too drastic, leaving us feeling awkward and flustered. While we couldn't deny the love that had been there, putting it into words and making it public was a significant shock. After that, my sister and I spoke less, blushing easily. After dinner, my sister obediently let me lead her into the car. We drove along the Danjin Highway to Jinshan, then along the Yangjin Highway back to Yangmingshan. During the long journey, we gradually adjusted to our new relationship, laughing and talking again. After all, this was what we had longed for. We descended Yangmingshan at around 2 a.m., about what I had estimated. Without asking my sister, I drove the car...At the hotel, I led her into the room. I said, "I'm tired! Let's get some sleep first. We can go to the hot springs tomorrow." My sister probably knew what was coming next. She lowered her head, her cheeks flushed, grabbed a towel, and went into the bathroom to shower. I sat on the edge of the bed smoking, my heart pounding. The waiting time was filled with anticipation and awkwardness. We fell silent again, with a subtle air of ambiguity floating around us. Finally, after we showered and returned to bed, I, wearing only my underwear, embraced my sister and broke the silence by asking, "Xiao Xin! You bought my underwear, and you washed it too, you know? Whenever I lie quietly, I can always feel your hands on my body." "Mmm!" my sister replied, her head bowed. “And tonight I can truly feel you on my body, flesh and blood, so real.” I whispered in her ear, “Xiao Xin! Is it okay? I want you tonight!” My sister blushed and hesitated, saying, “I’m scared… Can we just sleep holding each other, like when we were little…” I knew she was trying to escape again, afraid of falling into the quagmire of taboo, but I wouldn’t allow her to. I gently pulled off the towel binding her, revealing her pair of radiant, white breasts. I took her erect nipple into my mouth, and my sister trembled, goosebumps rising on her skin. I took off my underwear, naked, and hugged my sister, my penis between her legs. My sister’s body trembled, and I took a moment to speak gently, “Xin! Don’t deceive yourself, let your heart decide our actions.” My penis was between her labia majora, and a hot breath emanated from it. “Kiss me first! Give me courage, give me the feeling of love,” my sister said, her pink legs wrapping around my body, her small hands tightly holding my chest. I'd wanted to kiss her for ages. Ever since I was eleven or twelve and understood the ways of men and women, I'd longed to kiss my sister every day—not just a peck on the cheek, but a long, passionate kiss, a hot, wet kiss. Her lips were small and upturned, and I'd always fantasized about what they tasted like. Now, my wish had finally come true. The taste was sweet and fragrant, smooth and slippery. I kissed her for a long time until she was hot and weak all over, while my penis was already sharpened and ready to be unleashed. Parting our lips, I said to my sister, "Now let me take a good look at my lover. I want to see every part of her body, as familiar as if it were my own." "No! I'll be embarrassed!" my sister said shyly. I gently pushed her away, carefully admiring her beautiful body, while she, shy, pulled up a pillow to cover her face. My sister's body was supple and boneless, her entire body a uniform milky color, without a trace of sun damage. Her breasts were small and perky, her waist slender and taut, and especially her long, straight, pink legs, perfectly set against her rounded buttocks, outlining a beautiful curve. Her pubic hair was fine and thick, covering most of her vulva. I gently lifted my legs, and a pair of full mounds of flesh appeared before my eyes, the brown labia majora shielding the bright red inner walls, both glistening with love juice. "Don't keep looking! It's weird..." came her muffled voice from under the pillow. "How can I remember what it looks like if I don't look at it first?" I not only looked, but I also put my mouth over and sucked the ever-increasing amount of lustful fluid along the gradually swelling labia. My sister's body jerked again, pleading, "Ah! Don't...it's so dirty...come...come hold me..." I sucked for a moment, my emotions heightened by the realization that this was my sister's private parts. I wanted to enter this long-awaited paradise as soon as possible, yet I feared that entering too early would desecrate this sacred moment. After all, I had endured so much hardship to make love with my sister. During those dreary four years of university, how many times had I thought of my sister to the point of burning with desire, needing to use cold water to quell it? How many times had I longed for my sister to appear before me, yet could not? So I used studying hard to dispel my longing, suppressing my desire with self-reproach. But today, all of that was in the past. My sister's body was unfolding before me. I shed hot tears, my tongue desperately searching for my lost youth within my sister's vagina. Youth will not return, but my sister loves me; what does it matter if I lose my youth? As I sucked wantonly, my sister twisted her body incessantly, letting out muffled moans from her nose. At first, she would avoid me, but gradually she gave up struggling and arched her back to meet me. Her wet, sticky love juice made her labia glisten with a wanton glow. "Oh... good brother... you've made your sister so horny... so horny... I actually miss you so much... I really want you to fuck me... oh... brother... fuck me... fuck your sister... even if the sky falls... I still want you to fuck me..." My sister pushed away the pillow and looked at me with her beautiful, shimmering eyes. My penis was already numb and itchy, and the fire in my lower abdomen had turned into a burning desire. Grabbing my sister's pink legs, I inserted the head of my penis between her wet labia. In an instant, her two large labia enveloped my penis, and a wonderful suction spread through my nerves. I tilted my head back and let out a soft roar: "Even if there is no tomorrow, I can't not fuck my sister... oh... my good sister..." The wet and slippery passage allowed my penis to enter most of the way, and the pleasurable feeling quickly filled my crotch. "Ah... little brother... a little deeper... to my deepest part... yes... press tight... let me know you're inside me... ah... so good... ah... my good husband... fuck me... fuck your sister... fuck your slutty wife!" My sister wrapped her legs tightly around me, letting me penetrate to the deepest part of her vagina. I pressed against the warm pad of her cervix, holding my sister's hot body and panting. A tear slid down my sister's cheek as she said shyly, "Now I'm not your sister anymore, I'm your wife, your slutty wife. I'll never turn back, because I've waited too long for this moment!" "Come on! Little brother! Make up for neglecting your sister for nine years! Make love once a week, at least four hundred times in nine years, you can't miss a single one..." My sister moved her fragrant buttocks shyly, her vagina swaying with my penis inside. "Oh... why... why nine years... instead of ten?" Sweet sensations washed over me. I grabbed her firm buttocks around the waist, thrusting my penis forward forcefully, panting as I asked her. "Ah...good...good little brother, don't you know...it was...oh...it was...that car accident nine years ago...that made me fall in love with you...ah...ah...so good...you had multiple fractures that time...while I was fine...staying by your bedside...um...I knew then that I would never be able to leave you in this life...ah...ah..." My sister told me, her voice broken and strained, as she suppressed her pleasure. I had just turned fifteen that year, and my sister was twenty, in college. After the collision with the truck, we fell to the side of the road. Instinctively, I hugged my sister tightly, rolling around many times. In the end, I suffered severe fractures in my arms and legs and stayed in the hospital for a month. Perhaps it is in times of crisis that true love is revealed. Subconsciously, without hesitation, I unknowingly revealed my secret. “Yes! I…I’ve secretly loved you for so long…since high school…since my teens…I’ve wanted to hold you…want to protect you…and even more, I want to fuck you…like this, going in and out of your body…oh…sister…I want to do this…to let your most wanton love juice flow all over my penis…oh…” I thrust in and out rapidly, my penis embedded in the bright red vaginal flesh, going in and out, the shaft already covered in a layer of sticky, glistening moisture. “Oh…ah…so numb…it’s so numb…I dream about your body…ah ah…it’s your cock…your cock…you fuck me hard with your cock…make me hurt…make me unbearable…ah ah…that’s it…ah woo woo…woo…my uterus has so much love juice stored for you…for you…ah ah ah…ah!” My sister arched her body hysterically, drenched in fragrant sweat, panting heavily, her small hands spread wide, her jade buttocks welcoming my thrusts. I gripped her beautiful, longed-for buttocks tightly, thrusting wildly. Her juices splattered across my thighs, my scrotum slapped against her labia, the air filled with the wanton sounds of our genitals kissing. My soul was intoxicated, my desire reaching its peak. I bent down and bit her erect, fleshy nipple, pushing my penis with all my might to the very front of her vagina. "Oh...ah...brother's cock is so big...ah...ahh...so good...sister can't take it...ah...uh...I can't...ahh...I can't...sister can't control it...oh...I'm flying...flying!" My sister babbled incoherently, her vagina tightening, a cold sweat seeping from her pale skin. Thrust, swelling, gushing, ejaculation...finally, an endless, boundless pleasure, wave after wave, like falling from the clouds, like ascending to ecstasy. A small pebble instantly created ripples across a lake, swallowing me whole in an instant. I held my sister, bobbing up and down, hot streams slapping against my penis, seeping out from the crevice of our tightly joined genitals. My sister seemed to have fainted, her hair disheveled, her whole body flushed, a blissful smile on her face. After a long while, I whispered in her ear, "Xiao Xin! Do you know what I like most about you?" My sister half-opened her starry eyes and shook her head weakly. I said, "It's what's holding me right now!" "What is it?" I shook it twice and said with a smile, "It's your butt!" "Don't...don't move! It hurts!" My sister quickly grabbed my buttocks, stopping me. "You know what? Ever since you went to college, you've always liked wearing skirts...""Your butt is so round and perky, so small and delicate, it's absolutely mesmerizing! I don't even dare to look at it, because it makes my mind wander. That's why I never walk behind you when we go out, afraid of getting a nosebleed!" My sister chuckled, pushed me away, turned around, and her butt was brazenly facing me. I saw her looking at me with seductive eyes and saying, "How about it? I'm going to seduce you and mesmerize you, how about that?" "Her firm, fragrant buttocks trembled, her vulva glistening with a sticky, wet sensation, and white, cloudy semen flowed all over her lower body. How could I resist such temptation? Like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep, I pounced on her, and that night I made love to my sister four times. The next day, I pushed open the door to my room, and to my surprise, A-Jie was sitting by the flower bed. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked exhausted; he must have been up all night. As soon as he saw the two of us, he rushed up to us and said angrily, 'You... how could you two do such a thing? I was just saying it casually that day, I never expected... I never expected...' As soon as my sister saw A-Jie, her face turned pale. She opened her mouth and exclaimed, 'What are you doing here?' Her little hand holding mine trembled repeatedly. 'You canceled our date yesterday, which made me so sad. When I asked you why, you wouldn't tell me. The more I thought about it, the more indignant I became. Last night, I waited outside your house, following you all night. I know A-Sheng was with you, but I don't understand why you would abandon me for a younger brother. A boyfriend and a younger brother can coexist!'" "It wasn't until you went into the motel that I realized what had happened," Ah-Jie said dejectedly. "Don't you know the consequences of incest between siblings? It's illegal, unacceptable incest, and it will result in an idiot son!" He took a heavy breath and continued, "Xiao-Xin! Even though you've done this, I still love you as much as ever. Don't be foolish anymore, pull back from the brink. Just consider it a momentary lapse of judgment. As long as you turn back, I won't mind anything!" He reached out his hand and said with difficulty, "Just treat it as a nightmare!" I held my sister's hand tightly, feeling her emotions shift from agitation to calm. She nestled into my arms and said resolutely, "Ah-Jie! You know my love for my brother! It's romantic love, not familial love. I've been waiting for him since I was little, preparing to be his woman. Now I've finally achieved my wish, and we love each other deeply. Don't you want to see me find the man I love and find true happiness?" "That won't bring happiness!" "No! As long as our hearts belong to each other, that is happiness!" "Ah Jie! Let it go! Wish us luck! You're a good catch, you'll definitely find a better woman." Ah Jie stood there, stunned, his hands clenched tightly, his expression unfathomable. After a long while, he finally opened his fists and muttered, "Alright! I wish you well, but... but where can I find a woman as good as you?" Before he finished speaking, he had already disappeared at the end of the passageway. "Oh ho... Sister! I love you so much!" I picked up my sister and spun her around in the garden under the winter sun. Her long hair flew like pearls, her kilt billowed like flowing clouds. Flowers, pearls, and flowing clouds all swirled in my eyes. Although I can't find a woman as good as you, you're right here beside me. Total word count: 32062 [The End]

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