Goodnight, my sister.

When I was little, my family lived in a very cramped place. Our old house was being demolished, and the whole family moved to a temporary house near the outskirts of
the city . It was a simple, red-brick house, just one room,
less than 20 square meters. My parents divided the room into two
parts using a wardrobe and four or five large wooden crates stacked together, placing a double bed in each (separated by the "wall" made of the wardrobe and crates). They
slept on the outer bed, while my sister and I slept on the inner bed.

My sister, Jia Hui, was only in third grade at the time, and I was only 12 years old.
We were both still quite young and didn't understand much, so we didn't feel anything special about sharing a bed. We each slept at one end; Jia Hui slept
on the inside, head to the east and feet to the west, while I slept on the outside, facing the opposite direction. Because it was a double bed, and we were both
still small, we felt the space was quite spacious.

I was studying at a school far from home at the time, leaving early and returning late every day. Fortunately, the workload wasn't
too heavy, so apart from the arduous commute to and from school, it was generally quite easy.

I was a precocious child; from a very young age, I secretly read the sex
education . Those books were actually quite "hygienic," mainly introducing physiological hygiene and
contraception. My earliest understanding of the female body and those
strange . Therefore, when sex education classes officially started in school, I
already knew that classic diagram and those terms about the most intimate parts of a woman by heart.

That summer, pornographic publications were rampant, and I, just entering puberty, secretly bought some and hid them
under my mat. Those books, to be honest, didn't contain any explicit sexual descriptions; they were just
low-level techniques of "half-hidden veils," but for a teenager like me, they were enough to ignite my erotic imagination.

One summer morning (I remember summer vacation was already more than halfway over), around six o'clock
, I woke up from a dream. I got out of bed to relieve myself (the chamber pot was behind the door), and found that my parents weren't home;
one had probably gone to the market to buy groceries, and the other was busy in the communal kitchen. I went back to bed, but for some reason, I
could fall back asleep. At that moment, my younger sister, Jia Hui, was still fast asleep (during summer vacation, we usually went to bed late,
often not getting up until nine or ten in the morning). Suddenly, a wicked thought popped into my head: I wanted to touch my sister
's genitals.

In the summer, we wore very little clothing at home, and my sister was just a little girl who hadn't grown up yet,
so of course she had no inhibitions in front of me. My sister slept wearing only a tank top and panties, with a
thin . She was a restless sleeper and often kicked the blanket off in her sleep, so when I saw Jia Hui
, she wasn't covered at all. She was sleeping with her face against the wall, her little bottom sticking up high, directly facing my malicious
gaze.

Jia Hui, barely ten years old, hadn't really developed yet and didn't have much of a figure to speak of, but a girl's
buttocks are different from a boy's. Whether they're plump or not, they always look soft and elastic. Her
panties were cotton; I remember she was wearing blue briefs that day, which tightly hugged her buttocks,
making them look like a firm apple. Her two fair thighs peeked out from the edges, and the mysterious area between her legs was swollen
and soft—it was incredibly alluring!

I stared at my sister's buttocks for a long time, my desire growing stronger and stronger until it became uncontrollable
. So I decided to take the risk and try it.

I reached out and slowly approached Jia Hui's buttocks. I could almost feel
the heat emanating from her thighs, and my heart started racing. My fingers approached her private parts beneath her underwear. Just as
I was about to touch them, I paused, just to be safe, and gently called out, "Xiao Hui." She didn't respond.
After a while, I called again and gently shook her body. She still didn't wake up,
so I felt relieved and boldly touched her genitals.

Even through her underwear, it was still incredibly stimulating! I only dared to use two fingers,
feeling a soft, warm expanse of flesh. I knew this was the labia majora. Were they
two pieces of flesh like lips? I desperately wanted to pull her underwear aside to get a good look at her genitals (I'd
only seen anatomical diagrams in books, never actually seen one), but I didn't dare. My heart was pounding, fearing
she might suddenly wake up. So, after only a short while, I withdrew my hand, lay back down,
and breathed heavily, secretly savoring the strange yet wonderful feeling.

After a while, I heard my mother's footsteps enter the room, and soon my father followed. I heard
them talking about chores while eating breakfast until they went to work.

The house became quiet again; the ticking of the alarm clock was clearly audible, and I could even hear Jia Hui's soft breathing as
she slept . Suddenly, an even bolder thought struck me:
to touch my sister's genitals with my own penis!

Having succeeded earlier, I was much bolder this time and immediately put my idea into action.
I carefully moved my body, bringing my genitals closer to my sister's buttocks, but due to the position, my penis couldn't
reach her soft crotch. Finally, I had to use my hand to adjust the angle, and with great difficulty, I touched
that mysterious private part through her underwear (I was wearing underwear myself).

Perhaps my movements were too large, touching other parts of her body, because Jia Hui suddenly stirred, startling me so much that I
quickly jumped off the bed and hid to the side. My sister slowly turned over, without opening her eyes, as if she had fallen asleep again
, or perhaps she hadn't truly woken up at all.

Startled, I didn't dare go back to bed. I quickly got dressed and went outside to play.
I didn't come home for lunch and didn't return until 5 pm, where I was scolded by my mother.

When I saw Jia Hui again, I was very uneasy. I did
n't , or if she would tell my mother. But my sister seemed unaware of what had happened. Did she really
know nothing?

(II)

In the first half of this year, Jia Hui got married. She married a computer engineer and is living a happy life. I
hope she is doing well, I hope she is always happy, and I hope she completely forgets everything that happened between us.

Let it all be a dream, let it all be a little game between us siblings. Just please don't
hold a grudge against me for the rest of your life!

Looking back on those days, I still feel incredibly ashamed. Back then, I…

After that summer filled with the desires and restlessness of adolescence, the foundation of my life began to
enrich . Although I was just a naive 12-year-old boy that year, the door to the world had already slowly opened for me.

I grew to love the arrival of night. Every time the sky gradually darkened and the moon rose into the pale blue night sky,
I felt an indescribable joy and excitement. Every night was my festival. When the night was quiet and my parents
gradually fell asleep, my joyful journey of exploration began. With excitement, curiosity, and a little
greed, I reached my hand into Jia Hui's bed and freely caressed the tempting
part between my sister's legs that I shouldn't have touched!

After many nights of experimentation and exploration, my courage had grown to an unimaginable level.

Not only did I dare to blatantly slip my fingers inside Jia Hui's panties to directly touch and rub her labia, but
sometimes I even found her sleeping positions unsatisfying (for example, when she slept facing me with her legs together and
slightly bent forward, making it difficult for my hand to reach her private parts), I dared to arbitrarily
position her legs in a way that pleased me (I especially liked having her legs arched and spread wide apart, so
that her entire vulva was open to my palm), before fully enjoying the exquisite feel.

(Strangely, back then, my sister always slept very soundly and never
woke up ; but as she grew older, she became more and more prone to waking up,
as if she had suddenly become very sensitive and alert.)

Several times, I even burrowed my head into my sister's blanket, reaching between her wide-spread legs, and
tried to study the shape and structure of her vulva using the dim light of a mini flashlight. But the light was too dim, and I was also
afraid that my sister would suddenly wake up, so I didn't quite understand after several attempts. I was only deeply impressed by her two smooth,
tender labia majora. To this day, I still think that my sister's labia are
the most beautiful I have ever seen.

I also touched Jia Hui's vaginal opening. After arching her legs and spreading them wide apart, my sister's vulva naturally
separated like an orange slice cut in half, revealing the delicate flesh inside. If you carefully
touch it , you can easily find a moist, slippery opening slightly below the middle of the flesh.
It was very small, almost smaller than my little finger, warm, like a mysterious little volcano, seemingly
ready to erupt lava at any moment.

I was quite excited when I first touched this little hole, but I didn't know if it was the vaginal opening or
the urethral opening (because it was so small, I couldn't believe that this was the passage through which a woman gives birth to a baby), I just felt it
was incredibly slippery.

I wanted to gently insert a finger a little bit, but the hole was too small and too tight, I tried
several times and only managed to insert half a fingertip. I was very nervous, afraid of damaging my sister's vagina, so I didn't
force my finger in. When I pulled it out, I didn't find anything, except my fingertip was slightly sticky, as if
it had some kind of fluid on it. I smelled it; it had a slight urine smell, but at the same time, there was a sweet, fragrant scent I
had never smelled before. The combination was wonderfully strange and pleasant.

Every time I touched my sister's vagina, I would smell that finger for a long time, but I never dared to put it in my mouth
. I always felt that touching my sister's private parts was somehow unclean. Later, I realized that it was an
unparalleled delicacy!

My first masturbation started from that time. Whenever I touched my sister's genitals, I would unconsciously
squeeze the blanket tightly between my legs, pressing my penis; sometimes I would even use one hand to help. Every time I did
that , I would get an intense pleasure that quickly spread from my genitals throughout my body, making me ecstatic! I felt
that strange feeling was more pleasurable than anything else!

As time went on, I noticed that after that indescribable pleasure, a small
patch become wet. At the time, I didn't know it was semen; I thought it was urine. But it felt
a bit sticky, similar to the liquid that would stick to my hand from my sister's vagina. I didn't pay much attention to
it and let it be, continuing to fondle my sister's vulva every day, and my penis continued to produce sticky fluid.

Now, I regret it: how could I have been so carelessly exploiting my limited resources at such a young age? What
if I didn't ?

My long history of masturbation almost started at the same time as my history of touching my vulva.

Those were my short but golden years. Jia Hui's tender and beautiful vulva accompanied me through many happy
nights .

(III)

The following spring (May), we moved into a new house, a two-bedroom apartment with an outdated design, but
at the time, it was considered very good. My father had traded that apartment a few years earlier with someone else,
exchanging it for this three-bedroom apartment. I still cherish that house (and of course, I also deeply miss
the extremely simple temporary housing I lived in back then). My beautiful but short-lived youth was spent there.

In that house, Jia Hui and I grew up.

After moving into the new house, the sleeping arrangements changed every night. My parents put a
bed in the small room for me to sleep alone (perhaps in their eyes, this was a favor, but how I wished I could continue to
"squeeze" into bed with my sister!), while my sister slept on the sofa bed in the large room (it was
a sofa , and could be folded down to become a bed at night). As a result, those beautiful nights were gone for me
!

I began to masturbate alone, releasing excess passion again and again in memories and fantasies. But
the fulfillment I felt after reaching orgasm by touching my sister's genitals was gone, replaced only by deep
loss and regret. I felt incredibly lonely, and therefore needed to find comfort even more, exhausting myself night after night.

One night a few months later, I stayed up late watching a live ball game
. At the time, our TV was in the large room where my parents and sister slept. Normally,
three people could sit on the sofa and watch, but at night, after my sister would flip the sofa over to sleep, I could only sit on a stool
a little closer to the sofa to watch (my back view separated my sister's little "bed" from the TV, so she could only see my
dark shadow).

I've forgotten which team was playing that day (in fact, my attention was always on...)

(I wasn't really focused on the TV; I only remember the warm, cozy scent emanating from my sister's bed and
the smooth, delicate feel of her thighs…

On that autumn night, that long-lost, wonderful feeling finally returned to me!

Now I can't accurately describe the tension and excitement of that night. Just imagine, right under my parents'
noses (of course, they were already asleep with their eyes closed), I quietly slipped my hand under my sister's blanket behind me…

My eyes were fixed on my parents, who were sleeping on the large bed less than two meters from the sofa, afraid
they might suddenly wake up or turn over (they were both sleeping face inwards, their backs to me), but my
mind had already moved with my right hand behind me, probing into my sister's warm blanket, like a snake, slowly, slowly
, approaching her virgin garden.

My fingertips touched Jia Hui's smooth thighs, then climbed up her cotton panties, skillfully finding the gap between the panties and her inner
thighs , and gently slipped inside—

ah! Once again, finally, I touched that soft, tender flesh (my
sister's beautiful labia immediately flashed into my mind)! A surge of heat coursed through my body, instantly invigorating me!

And so, with a discreet and strained air, I pretended to watch TV, reaching behind my back to touch my sister's vulva.

(I wished my arms were longer!) My sister's warm genitals were simply heaven! Finally,
in a state of extreme pleasure and tension, I ejaculated in my pants. The thought that my actions could be discovered
by my parents filled me with immense excitement! That night, I slept exceptionally well.

From then on, I often made excuses to watch TV late at night (of course, that was only allowed on weekends).

Weekend after weekend night passed in this dangerous game. Oh, how wonderful!

I'm glad I never failed, except for one time when my father almost caught me. That time, I was probably too
engrossed in touching her, my attention completely focused on my hand, and I didn't notice in time that Dad had woken up. Luckily, when he
slowly turned his head towards us, I quickly pulled my hand out of my sister's blanket and stood
up, pretending to run to the dresser to change the channel.

Actually, due to the angle, Dad couldn't possibly have seen my hand under my sister's blanket (and I
kept my upper body in a normal position, just very discreetly reaching my hand behind my back to touch her), he probably didn't
even open his eyes! But the scare still frightened me quite a bit, and I didn't sleep well that night.

I wanted to give up this sinful behavior (at that time, I learned from a book that
what I did to my sister was called "molestation"—I had been molesting my sister all along!), afraid that if I did it too much, I would be exposed
one day but I just couldn't resist the temptation of that little hole, so I put my hand under my sister's blanket again and again
.

This kind of thing didn't completely end until much later.

(iv)

During my most daring period, I no longer used watching TV as an excuse to commit those secret and shameful acts. Instead,
after making sure my parents were asleep, I would sneak into their room, squat next to my sister's sofa bed, and
"molest" her. (Sometimes, just thinking about this word is exciting. I know it's
a crime; you often see these two characters on notices posted by the Intermediate People's Court on the street, and newspapers
frequently report on hooligans "molesting women." So, was I committing a crime? And against
my own sister!)

The danger of doing this was much greater than before (correspondingly, the excitement was also greater; and
since it wasn't the awkward position I used while watching TV, it felt even better!). I
was more , but my audacity completely outweighed my fear of being discovered by my parents.

For a while, I did this almost every day, even feeling quite "familiar" with it, as if this was
something I should do every night before bed (like drinking a glass of milk? Doing a few push-ups?). Sometimes I could
be quite audacious, daring to pull down my sister's panties (of course, most of the time I would just slip my hand inside
her crotch to touch her; or when Jia Hui lay on her side with her legs bent and her buttocks sticking up high, I
liked to slip my hand in from behind, stretching it out long, around most of her buttocks, reaching the
fertile ), and then pull it back down afterward.

I didn't seem to care at all if this woke my sister up (to be honest, at that time I was only worried about whether my parents would
wake up, and Jia Hui seemed to sleep until dawn without opening her eyes). But out of caution, I
never again used my fingertips to insert into Jia Hui's vagina as before, only kneading and stroking her labia.

In the summer, because of the hot weather, my sister usually no longer slept on the sofa, but instead
slept . Sometimes I would also make an excuse that the small room was too hot and poorly ventilated, and ask to sleep with my sister on the floor of the big room
(but we slept on separate mats, because we were getting older). So when the night was still and
everyone was asleep, I could quietly crawl up to Jia Hui and do whatever I wanted.

It was the easiest time to act then, with few obstacles (my sister often slept without a blanket, so
all I had to do was lift her short nightgown…), and it was relatively safe; the chances of being discovered by my parents were extremely small (
if anything unexpected happened, I could just quickly roll to the side and pretend to be asleep). So I would touch her for a long time
each time , until I was satisfied. Sometimes I would sneak over and touch her several times

in one night. One night, the moonlight was exceptionally bright (perhaps it was a full moon), illuminating the floor with a dazzling white light, making
Jia Hui and I seem as if we were covered with a thin layer of silver frost. For some reason, I felt a strange
joy and excitement.

At that moment, my sister was sleeping on her back with her legs arched (wide apart, what an ugly sleeping posture!), so I crawled
between her legs, pulled down her underwear, and looked at her genitals. I even used my fingers to
part her two pink and tender labia majora, revealing the entrance inside (as thick as a finger). That was the first time I clearly saw my sister's
genitals, and from then on, I gained a deeper understanding of the female body.

Another time, also in summer, after touching my sister's genitals, a sudden thought flashed through my mind, and
a me to try inserting my penis into her vagina.

I knelt between my sister's legs (she was still lying on the floor), one hand pulling
my penis out from the opening in the front of her panties, while the other hand parted the narrow cotton fabric between her legs, revealing her alluring little vulva.

After the warm-up exercise, my penis was already very hard, and it kept nodding slightly.
My mouth was watering! I pressed my erect penis down and tried to bring it towards my sister's
vulva, but after trying for a long time, I was always just a little short!

Finally, I got a little annoyed and, risking waking my sister, moved my body forward half an inch

(this time my knees were almost touching my sister's slightly arched thighs). Finally, I managed to touch

Jia Hui's private parts! Seeing my big, red glans pressing against my sister's soft labia, I was so excited I
almost couldn't help but shout!

But history often repeats itself. Just as I was about to try penetrating her for the first time, my sister's shoulder seemed
to move! I quickly pulled back and slipped back to my sleeping mat. My little brother was also quite startled and
terrified.

Later, I thought about it and felt a chill—if my sister hadn't moved at that crucial moment, would
I really have penetrated her virginity? I was truly blinded by lust!

(V)

Now, whenever I recall that period of history, I feel incredulous! Did I really do it
? Was it really me? It all seems like a dream. But sometimes I also feel a sweet warmth,
for having shared such an intimate story with my sister. After all, many years have passed
, and memories often wash away the filth and unpleasantness floating on the surface of the river of time, leaving us only with some
beautiful moments.

From age 12 to 16, almost my entire adolescence, I lived in this secret taboo
. For so many years, I kept doing that to my sleeping sister (I don't know how many times I touched her
), from when she was just a little girl whose flower buds hadn't yet bloomed until she grew into a graceful young woman.

Why these secret nightly actions of mine were never exposed is a mystery to me.

Several times, my sister seemed to wake up, because I seemed to see her eyes slightly open,
shining in the darkness, but inexplicably, she remained motionless, letting me do as I pleased! If she really was awake,
why would she do that?

I once suspected it might just be my imagination (which was
n't ), but as time went on, I became increasingly convinced it was true—all the signs
proved that my sister knew what I did to her at night.

For example, I often noticed her body becoming more and more active while "sleeping" (though it looked like
normal movement in sleep), and she was waking up more easily (maybe she was already awake); for example,
the subtle things she would say when we argued; and for example, she started "
liking " to sleep in long pajama pants, even in the sweltering summer…

Really, I believe Jia Hui knows everything! But I still don't understand why she's
remained silent. Does my sister also want this to be just a small secret between us?

Actually, for me, I was also conflicted during those years, especially as we
grew older and more sensible. I often found myself trapped in a feeling of guilt.
Many nights, I questioned myself, but I dared not face my tainted soul—God! How
ugly I am!

I doubt whether I truly derive any spiritual pleasure from such behavior. In fact,
after many releases of desire, I would fall into a profound emptiness and self-reproach. A deep boredom enveloped me.

I swore again and again that there would never be a "next time," but when the "next time" actually came
, faced with the surging, frenzied lust within me, I was repeatedly defeated by that uncontrollable primal force
, utterly routed!

At the age of 16, I was admitted to a prestigious boarding high school in the city, and from then on, I moved out of my home and began my
long period of communal living (later, I went to university in another city, and after starting work, I lived in my workplace's dormitory). Perhaps it was
because I was away from the center of temptation, and also because I began to have a girl I truly admired, that I finally
gradually waved goodbye to that period of my life—

I say "gradually" because when I went home on weekends or during winter and summer vacations, despite internal struggles and
an inability to control my physical urges (or perhaps some kind of inertia?), I still touched my sister
a few times , but the intervals between each touch became longer and the durations shorter (later, I generally
stopped putting my hand inside Jia Hui's underwear to touch her, and even if I did, I would quickly pull my hand back, no longer daring to be as unrestrained as
before ). In the end, I completely abandoned that bad behavior.

I remember the last time I touched my sister's genitals was on the eve of my 17th birthday. Actually, I had
absolutely ; my body and my mind were equally calm. In the stillness of the night, I
slipped my hand under Jia Hui's blanket one last time, gently stroking her genitals through her panties (
Jia Hui , and I could feel its texture). I remained still,
lingering on her warm private parts for a moment (half a minute?) before slowly withdrawing my hand.

I calmly gazed at my sister's sleeping face, then turned and quietly walked away.

I knew I was completing a ritual. It was all over. Everything—whether beautiful
or sinful—let it remain until my 17th birthday!

The midnight bells are about to toll. Goodnight, sister!

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