Sister in a miniskirt

I'm 20 years old and live with my younger sister, Xiaolan. My parents are away doing business (I suspect it's
smuggling), and all they do is send us lots of money, neglecting us completely. My sister and I depend on each other for survival.
Money talks, and thankfully, Xiaolan got into a good middle school, and I got into a good university.

The day before my sister's 16th birthday, I racked my brains: my parents probably don't remember our birthdays
, so I'll be the only one celebrating with her. What gift should I give her? As her older brother, I should give
my sister, who's entering her prime, an unexpected surprise. Then, Xiaolan's image came to mind. My sister
Xiaolan has an angelic face and a witch-like figure, but because our parents are away doing business and
neglect her, plus I know nothing about clothes, and my sister herself is careless and tomboyish, not
the type to be materialistic, my beautiful sister doesn't have a single piece of clothing worthy of her, and
she runs around in her sportswear every day. I thought: Xiaolan is a girl, she should like to dress up,
it . Maybe I should get her a dress.

So, I flipped through a fashion magazine—of all the models, the girl in the red miniskirt
caught my eye the most, so I called and ordered that red miniskirt set.

On Xiaolan's birthday night, we sat facing each other in front of a white cake covered in burning birthday candles.
The fiery candlelight made my sister's face look rosy. The moment had arrived, and I took out my gift box. Xiaolan
exclaimed "Wow!" and quickly took the box, unwrapping it.

"Wow!—!" came another long shout, "It's a skirt!" "Yes!" Seeing my sister so happy made
me happy too. "Do you like it?" "Yes!" Xiaolan said, picking up the red miniskirt and holding it up against
herself , twisting her body back and forth.

"If you like it, try it on, let me see too." Looking at my innocent and lovely sister, I felt
satisfied; she liked my gift.

Xiao Lan ran upstairs with a "thump, thump, thump," and I shouted from downstairs, "Dress up nicely, don't
disappoint !" "Okay!" came Xiao Lan's clear voice.

I was downstairs drinking champagne alone, waiting for a long time, when Xiao Lan finally appeared on the stairs. Because
all the lights were off, I didn't see her clearly until she was in front of me.

And what I saw almost made me faint—my sister was so beautiful. A stunningly pretty baby face,
a pair of cute little braids, and a red short-sleeved top covering her slightly protruding breasts. Looking further down,
there was the most alluring part—under a red miniskirt, a pair of tightly pressed, white legs were
rubbing against each other with the natural movement of her body. Her feet were clad in white socks and red shoes,
adding more "charm."My stunned silence actually pleased Xiaolan. "Brother, do I look pretty?" she
asked, instinctively grabbing the sides of her short skirt and pulling it up a little higher.
Her entire pair of girlish thighs were now visible to me (this was the first time Xiaolan had worn a skirt since she was ten,
and the first time I had seen her thighs). I was certain that if it went up a little further, I would be able to see her underwear
. An unprecedented impulse surged through me. I was startled: "No, I can't think like that. She
's my sister. She's innocent and carefree, she doesn't shy away from me at all, she only sees me as her brother, I can't..."

Xiaolan, seeing my eyes fixed on her skirt, thought something was wrong: "Brother, is the skirt
bad?" I composed myself: "Yes, yes, yes, it's wonderful! I'm completely mesmerized! You're the prettiest girl
! Don't move, let me take another good look at you." I said, walking behind my sister. Actually, I was
hiding from her, because my penis was already erect. "Don't move!" I commanded.
Xiaolan , happy and oblivious, smiled and remained motionless.

I pretended to examine her clothes, but my eyes kept drifting to Xiaolan's thighs and calves. Her miniskirt covered
her plump little bottom. I couldn't help but think, "Now that she's motionless, if I suddenly lift her
skirt, I'll definitely see her panties. If I'm quick enough, I can even take off her
panties before she reacts. Then I'll have a chance to penetrate her from behind..." As I thought about it, I couldn't resist anymore.

"Brother, how is it?" Xiaolan suddenly asked, her tone still so innocent.

I suddenly realized, she's my sister! I thought again, "Since she's my sister, I shouldn't think too much. I'll just find
an opportunity to touch her unimportant places a few times and get my kicks." With that thought, I said, "Good sister, she
fits you very well. Raise your hands so I can take a closer look." Xiaolan obediently raised her hands,
so I pretended to measure the clothes behind her, placing my hands on her sides. Through her shirt, I could feel
my sister's bra, which excited me even more. My hands slid down her body, quickly reaching her
waist . I wanted to feel the elastic band of her panties, so I applied more pressure. Sure enough, I felt it—
just a little below the waistband of her skirt, that was the elastic band. At this moment, my penis was fully
erect. I really wanted to just pull off her skirt and panties together and enjoy my sister's youthful
body.

Just as I thought this, Xiaolan suddenly turned around with a smile, unexpectedly throwing herself into my arms and kissing my
cheek : "Brother, you're so sweet. Thank you for the gift. I love it, and I'll wear it often from now on.

" I awkwardly replied, "Very good, not bad..." My penis was
pressed tightly against my waistband by Xiaolan's belly.

Fortunately, my sister was immersed in boundless happiness and didn't notice my physical changes. She quickly
turned away from my arms, pulling my hand towards the cake. I felt how soft and
delicate , completely different from how I had felt before. I realized she had grown up, and it was
dangerous for her to be with me; I couldn't hurt my sister.

To avoid being exposed, I quickly sat behind the table, and to my astonishment, I discovered that my penis was already
pressing against the edge of the table. To divert my attention, I hurriedly said, "Xiaolan, make a wish." Xiaolan nodded,
leaned forward slightly, straightened her back, closed her eyes, placed her hands on her chest, and began to make a wish. I looked at her heaving
breasts and thought to myself, "In that position, her legs must be tightly pressed together. I can't see her underwear from the front."
But I could see her entire thigh. Her eyes were closed, so why not take a look? It wouldn't hurt. So
I suddenly bent down and peered under the table, only for half a second before looking up. Because the candlelight
didn't under the table, I could only vaguely see Xiaolan's legs together, slightly turned to one side,
which wasn't what I expected. I only saw one side of her thigh and half of her buttocks at the base.

Xiaolan opened her eyes: "Brother, let's blow out the candles!" I nodded and blew out
the candles with Xiaolan, plunging the room into darkness. The darkness sparked countless thoughts in me, and I tried to control myself
until my sister turned on the light and called to me, "Brother, let's cut the cake together!" I agreed and
walked to the cake. Xiaolan, holding the knife in her right hand, nodded at me. I reached out and took her right hand
, holding the knife together. My left hand naturally rested on her waist, gently pulling her close. My
penis was almost lifting her super short skirt and pressing against her little butt. I pretended to cut the cake, my
face close to Xiaolan's, but my eyes were tracing down her pink neck, hoping to see her underwear through her neckline.
But I still a little short; her outer garment covered her too tightly. So I held Xiaolan and pretended to cut the cake forcefully,
pushing her body forward and lowering it a little. The front of the neckline finally left a little distance from her chest, revealing her breasts
.

What a sight! Such a cute pair of breasts under a white bra, not too big or too small, combined with the pure
flesh of a young girl and the aura of virginity, my restraint reached its limit once again.

"Brother, why are your hands shaking? You're cutting the cake crookedly." "My sister complained at that moment. I
snapped out of my daze and hurriedly rambled on, "I...I'm so happy! You've reached the bloom of youth, you're a young lady now,
not a little girl anymore..." Xiao Lan looked up and saw my flushed cheeks, thinking I was genuinely excited.

She looked into my eyes and said affectionately, "Brother, thank you, I'm so happy. You're so good to me, I
will definitely repay you, I will definitely be a good sister." I couldn't bear her gaze and her sweet, fragrant
breath, so I turned my head away and said, "Let's eat cake." "Because my mind was constantly
wandering , and Xiaolan's innocent and pure smile was irresistible, I only ate two pieces of cake. After I finished,
my sister offered to clean the table. I quickly agreed and ran upstairs to my bedroom—I
needed to masturbate. I couldn't take it anymore; if this continued, my sister would probably be ruined by me tonight.

I masturbated as quickly as possible (actually, given my condition, I couldn't have been slow; I ejaculated in just a few strokes
). My sexual fantasy object was actually my sister. Although it was expected, I still felt
a sense of guilt. After cleaning up the scene, I ran downstairs again.

Xiaolan had already turned on the TV and was sitting on the sofa. Seeing me come down, she shouted, 'Brother,
where have ? Come down quickly! This is a Disney cartoon I bought today. Do you like it?'" I agreed and
sat down next to her, keeping a distance. To avoid having any wild thoughts, I focused intently on the cartoon
. Plus, I had just masturbated, so I didn't have any unusual thoughts (or maybe it was normal). Two
hours , the cartoon ended, and we were stuck watching something boring. After a while, I got sleepy and
said, "I'm sleepy..." Before I could finish, I realized Xiaolan was already asleep. Her head was leaning against
the back of the sofa, a sweet smile on her lips. Usually, when this happened, I would gently carry her upstairs.

But usually, I treated her like a little girl, and she was wearing long pants. Today, her sexy
girlish outfit had already aroused me, and I'd already had some wild thoughts and actions. If I carried her again, I
probably wouldn't be able to handle it.

Thinking this, I nudged her: "Xiaolan, it's time to sleep. Let's go upstairs. I'm tired, I can't carry you anymore."

"Who knew she'd frown, not opening her eyes, and hum, 'No, hold me…'
I steeled myself; I couldn't let her see anything. I had to carry her as usual. So I leaned
closer , draped her right arm over my shoulder, and wrapped my left arm around her back. The next move
was hard to complete without my mind wandering. I had to reach my right hand under her thighs to lift her.
Looking at her thighs exposed outside her miniskirt, smooth, fleshy, and elastic, coupled with her Sleeping Beauty-like
pose , just looking at them, let alone touching them, was enough to get me aroused again. I remembered,
it had been over three hours since I last masturbated; I was excited again.

No matter what, I had to carry her; there was no escaping it. I composed myself and quickly
reached under her thighs, wrapping my arms around her sexy legs." My God. I inwardly cursed, my hands desperately
wanting to caress her, not lift her. Xiaolan was fast asleep; she couldn't tell what I was thinking, just sleeping
sweetly . Then a terrible thought crossed my mind: I'd check her underwear. As soon as I thought it, I shook my head.
No, I couldn't go any further; I had to control myself. Was I about to indulge? I used all my strength to lift her up.

But this was a disaster. Because of the position I was in, her hips naturally sank, and her
miniskirt slipped down to her thighs, vaguely revealing a glimpse of her underwear—it was white. My
penis ... *whoosh—* My penis suddenly stood erect, almost touching Xiaolan's back. I was terrified and rushed
upstairs to her bedroom.

I tried to calm my filthy heart and laid her flat on her single bed. A beautiful picture
unfolded before my eyes—on the orange sheets, a beautiful girl in a red mini-skirt suit, two small braids,
slightly bent legs, red boots and white socks, and most alluring of all, the short skirt barely covering her underwear, the hem
rolled up, leaving endless room for imagination.

If this sleeping beauty weren't my sister, she certainly wouldn't have escaped tonight, but she was my
sister . I absolutely couldn't commit incest. But the desire within me wouldn't subside. I thought:
she probably wouldn't notice if I touched her thigh, just a little bit.

I reached out and touched her knee. Seeing no reaction, I slowly slid my hand upwards.

My hand began to tremble…i=64> (Absolutely not finished, to be continued. Your desired plot development below. Multiple selections are allowed, but single selection is encouraged. 　　Please also include your suggestions.)

a. Xiaolan woke up, and I raped my sister, who lost her virginity in agony.

b. Xiaolan half-heartedly yielded to my violation.

c. Xiaolan completely yielded to me.

d. I used anesthesia and raped my sister while she was unconscious.

e. I endured the pain and returned to my room (this clue will lead to even more exciting events, and is also
a favorite of the author).

My sister in a miniskirt (continued)

Last time... I tried to calm my filthy mind and laid her flat on her single bed. A
beautiful picture appeared before my eyes—on the orange sheets, a beautiful girl in a red miniskirt suit,
two small braids, slightly bent legs, red boots and white socks, and most alluring of all was
the short skirt , the hem rolled up, giving endless fantasies.

If this sleeping beauty wasn't my sister, she certainly wouldn't have escaped tonight, but she just happens to be my
sister . I must not commit incest. But the desire in my heart could not be quelled. I thought:
she probably wouldn't notice if I touched her thigh , just a little bit.

I reached out and touched her knee. Seeing she didn't react, I slowly slid my hand upwards.

My hand began to tremble…

Just as I couldn't bear the suppressed desire in my lower body, my sister let out a soft moan. She started to roll over,
and I quickly withdrew my hand to prevent her from pinning it under her. I shook my head violently, ran out of Xiaolan's
room , and returned to my own.

I closed the door, unable to suppress my passion any longer. I started masturbating frantically, three times in
ten minutes , my mind filled with my sister's sexy, youthful legs and
the glimpses of her panties peeking out from under her miniskirt. My semen was everywhere on the floor, streaks of it. I knew that each trace
represented a spasm, and each spasm represented an release. Only
when I could no longer get an erection did I feel tired and exhausted, and I fell into a deep sleep.

I woke up twice more in the middle of the night and masturbated twice more.

The next day was Saturday, a holiday for the whole world. For us students, it was the first day of summer vacation again.

When I woke up this morning, to avoid having dirty thoughts about Xiaolan, I masturbated twice.
You could say I was "exhausted" trying to protect my sister's virginity.

I cleaned the semen-stained floor and dragged my aching body to the kitchen. My sister was already eating
the breakfast she had made. Seeing me come downstairs, she quickly took out my breakfast and brought it to me. She opened her
big, beautiful, watery eyes, stared at me, and said sweetly, "Brother, what's wrong? You look so pale
." I blushed and smiled, saying, "Maybe I'm hungry. It's okay." But secretly, I wondered how she would react
if I told her the real reason.

"Then hurry up and eat," my sister said, pressing me into a chair while she
stood . I looked at my sister carefully. She was still wearing her white silk pajamas; it seemed she had changed
them last night. Just thinking about how she looked last night made my heart flutter again. I thought to myself: it seems that once
you cross the line of incestuous thoughts, it's really hard to control your normal thoughts in the future. When
Xiaolan was still my little sister, I didn't feel anything when I hugged or held her. But once she
aroused my evil thoughts, she became a different girl in my heart—a beautiful, youthful, lovely, pure, charming, and alluring young girl who
lived , a virgin who had never
been penetrated by a man's penis, a little girl who would struggle when forced by a man, a little girl who would feel nervous
, scared, and ashamed under a man, a girl who would feel pain, cry, and scream when her hymen was lost
… Thinking about it, my heart warmed up again. My hands holding the cutlery began to tremble. I was really worried that my
little sister next to me would notice my strange behavior. Fortunately, I kept my head down, and she didn't see my blushing face.

I turned my head to the side, wanting to secretly see Xiaolan's expression, but not wanting her to notice. However,
my gaze lingered on the edge of the table. My younger sister was standing right there, the table just reaching between her knees and
thighs . Her two thighs, clad in a white silk nightgown, were pressed tightly
together, forming a "Y" shape. Adding to the tension, my sister was playfully swaying back and forth against the table,

causing the "Y" shape to shift and change in intensity with her movements.
What I thought of at that moment is probably self-evident. "Ugh!" These actions I usually don't even
notice seeing threats everywhere, like a snake in a cup. I hurriedly ate
something and rushed away. My sister was there, obediently clearing the dishes.

To suppress the flood of thoughts, I went back to my bedroom to play computer games. However, a few days ago there was a
computer virus, and I had to reinstall the system, but all that was left were pictures of pretty
girls . Seeing those innocent and pure pictures of young female celebrities, I couldn't help but think of
my sister in her miniskirt. I angrily yanked off the power cord, buried my head in my hands, and lay on the bed.

Just then, there was a knock at the door, and my sister shouted from outside, "Brother, open the door!" I steeled myself and opened
the door .

I froze.

My sister was standing in the doorway, wearing the "birthday present" I'd given her yesterday—the red short-sleeved mini-skirt set with red boots and
white socks—her hands behind her back. Wasn't that the very thing that had stirred my wicked thoughts? Wasn't that the image that had flashed through my mind as I ejaculated onto the floor time
and time again ? I suppressed my desire and said to Xiaolan, "Xiaolan,
why are you wearing that?" Xiaolan blinked and said, "You like it, don't you? I'll wear it
if you like it. You gave it to me, and I wanted to make you happy." I was speechless. "Xiaolan, you're so sweet,
so beautiful, so alluring." I said exactly what I was thinking, except for one word: "alluring.
" The correct words should have been "so tempting."Xiaolan laughed happily and skipped into my room. My
bed was very low, with only a mattress, about twenty centimeters high. That's
why I could masturbate in bed and still easily roll off the bed and ejaculate on the floor.

Xiaolan sat down naturally on the edge of my bed, her snow-white arms wrapped around her tightly closed knees
(it's a natural tendency for some girls to keep their legs together). Because the bed was too low, and Xiaolan was curled up,
her short skirt revealed a lot of skin. Standing in front of her, I could see her fair, sexy,
virgin . I secretly gasped, because my penis was starting to get hard again. To avoid
embarrassing myself in front of my sister, I hurriedly got onto the bed and lay down behind her. However, the bed was too small, and I had gotten down
too quickly, so my head was right next to Xiaolan's buttocks. If I looked up, I could see the short
zipper at the back of her skirt. When Xiaolan saw me behind her, she naturally turned to talk to me, so my eyes were now directly
on the side of her thighs. A delicate, youthful fragrance wafted into my nose, and I greedily inhaled it, subconsciously
hoping to smell the scent under Xiaolan's skirt. My penis was already erect under my body
, ready to do a push-up.

"Brother, have you forgotten? Today we're going to tidy up that big bookshelf and
put there," Xiaolan said.

"Oh, Xiaolan, I didn't forget. I'll help you tidy up in a bit," I replied casually, thinking to myself: That
bookshelf is so tall, it reaches the ceiling, and we need to put our books on the top shelves. It looks like it's going to be difficult; we'll
need a ladder. This is going to be a lot of work.

"Then let's hurry up!" my sister urged, pulling my hand. I was anxious. If I stood
up now and she saw my erection, I'd be in big trouble. So I quickly jumped up, stood
behind , put my hands on her shoulders, and pushed her forward so she couldn't turn around and see me. Because

I'd masturbated so much, and because I was deliberately thinking about other things, my erection calmed down quickly this time . I got a short ladder, leaned it against the bookshelf, and climbed up the two-foot-high ladder. I could reach the top shelf. My sister had already brought all the books to be put on the bookshelf. She came to the ladder and said to me, "Brother, I'll hand you your books; you can put them up. 　　" I agreed and bent down on the ladder to take the books she handed me. 　　She first squatted down and picked up a book from the ground. Because I was above her, her legs were crouching, and her upper body naturally leaned forward, revealing a gap between her top and her body. I could vaguely see her white bra. "Oh no!" I thought, startled. "I'm on the ladder; what if my legs give way and I fall?" Just then, my sister stood up. Her clothes clung tightly to her body. The bra I had just seen was now a pair of medium-sized breasts through her red top. I shook my head, took the book, and quickly put it on the shelf. When I turned back again, my sister was squatting down to get another book, and I saw her bra again… This repeated itself more than twenty times until she finally finished putting all my books away. My mind was racing with wild thoughts. I quickly jumped down the ladder. 　　"Brother, I haven't put my books down yet, why did you come down?" Xiaolan asked me. 　　"Oh?..." I hurriedly thought of a reply, "Oh! I'm not familiar with your course, so you can decide how to put them down yourself." I grinned foolishly at my sister. My sister pouted: "You want me to climb up by myself?" I blurted out, "It's okay, I'll hold you." As soon as I answered, I regretted it. She was wearing a miniskirt , and the ladder was exactly two feet high. If I held her, my face would probably be right in front of her backside. Just as I was about to climb back up the ladder, my sister unexpectedly climbed up first. As she climbed, her miniskirt swayed back and forth with each step, and her smooth, virgin legs looked particularly alluring under the swaying miniskirt. When she reached the top of the ladder, her buttocks were right in front of my eyes, her thighs within reach. My penis, finally unable to resist the temptation, began to rise wildly. 　　If my sister looked down at me then, she would definitely notice my erection. So, the instant she looked down , I quickly squatted down, pretending to get a book to conceal my erection. My sister called out, "Why didn't you hold me?" I stammered, "It's not high, it's okay. I still need to get you a book..." Saying this , I picked up a book, looked up, and reached out to hand it to her. 　　Good heavens! What did I see? I was right at the bottom of the ladder, and my sister, wearing a miniskirt, was standing on it. 　　I could see her white panties completely, contrasted with her red boots and white socks, and with her innocent, beautiful face, my crotch was practically ready for a military exercise, the heat comparable to a steam engine. My sister didn't notice my unusual expression; she took the book and started putting it on the shelf. I couldn't resist the temptation any longer. I secretly stood up a little higher, carefully examining my sister's panties, my gaze fixed on the area between her thighs. Her panties were pressed against her small buttocks, creating a slit in the middle, leading from her waist down to her genitals, which sparked endless fantasies in me. How wonderful it would be if I could release my pent-up desire there, thrusting into her hundreds of times! My "steam engine" needed to pump inside her, and we would scream like a steam locomotive… 　　My sister had already finished putting down a book, so I quickly squatted down, took another book, and handed it to her. When it came to the last few books, I couldn't take it anymore. I pretended to hold the ladder, resting my head as close , sniffing deeply, inhaling the scent of her skirt and the delicate fragrance of a young girl. I really couldn't bear it any longer. As I put down the last book, I reached out and held my sister's waist, then slowly slid down towards her buttocks. 　At that moment, my sister started to descend the ladder. Because she was unsteady and already a little scared, she fell off the ladder with her back to me. 　　Well, just as she was falling, my hands had thoroughly explored her buttocks, her miniskirt was completely lifted up , and I lay down, my sister's little buttocks landing perfectly on my rock-hard penis, while my hands naturally slipped under her and rested on her breasts. 　　Being a man is really not easy; I was now extremely excited. "When you can't bear it anymore, you shouldn't bear it anymore," those were the words of that gentleman—Hong Xiguan. I steeled myself, taking advantage of her slightly unsteady position on top of me ...i=64>Lan, my hands greedily caressed her soft breasts… 　　(Absolutely not finished, to be continued. The following plot developments are as you wish. Multiple selections are allowed, but single selection is encouraged.)

(Please include your suggestions.)

3a. Xiaolan realized what had happened, and I had raped my sister. My sister lost her virginity in pain.

3b. Xiaolan half-heartedly yielded to my assault.

3c. Xiaolan completely yielded to me.

3d. I knocked Xiaolan unconscious and raped my sister while she was unconscious.

3e. I endured the pain, pushed my sister away, and went back to my room to masturbate. (This clue will
lead to even more exciting things, and it's a clue the author particularly likes.)

"My sister in a miniskirt"

Last time we talked about... Just then, my sister started to go down the ladder. Because she was unsteady and
a little scared, she fell down the ladder with her back to me.

Well, in the instant she fell, my hands touched all over her buttocks, and her miniskirt was completely lifted up
. I lay down, and my sister's little buttocks sat right on my iron-like penis, while my
hands naturally went under her and placed on her breasts.

Being a man is really not easy. I'm already at my peak of excitement. "When you can't bear it anymore, you shouldn't bear it anymore,"
those are the words of that upright gentleman, Hong Xiguan. I steeled myself and, using
Xiaolan , greedily caressed her breasts with both hands...

At this moment, Xiaolan screamed "Ah!" and broke free from my embrace. She stood up, pressed down on her lifted
miniskirt , and said in a panic, "Brother, I pressed on you. You must be in a lot of pain. It's all my fault for being careless." As she spoke
, she quickly tried to pull me away. My
penis was still erect, and I was afraid that my sister would see it. I hurriedly pretended to be in a lot of pain, curling up my whole body to protect my iron rod. When Xiaolan saw this, she thought I was really in pain and started to cry. "Brother,
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." She cried as she came over to help me up.

Xiaolan's tender face was pressed against my face, her hands wrapped around my ribs, her chest pressed against my back, trying to
help me up. I felt Xiaolan's rapid breathing against my neck, the rise and fall of her breasts against my back,
and coupled with the girl's bewildered and helpless expression and her pure, innocent fragrance, my restraint reached its limit once again. My
mind raced, searching for a reason to commit adultery with my sister. If I could find a suitable excuse, I would immediately possess
her. I would suckle her swaying breasts, listen to her panting beneath me,
thrust , admire her swollen vulva from a boy's first violation, observe
the movement of her labia under the friction…

Reason one: I have cared for her all these years; I raised her, and I have an obligation to transform her from a girl
into a woman.

Reason two: I will always care for her, unlike other men who abandon their lovers after taking advantage of her.

Reason three: I love her, and I believe she loves me too.

Reason four: She is my sister; she should repay me, understand my predicament, and satisfy my desires.

Reason five: She should understand sex; otherwise, it will be dangerous for her when she grows up.

Reason six: If I don't violate her, she will be violated by someone else in the future. "Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders...

"

I thought of a thousand reasons. My heart was racing; I couldn't care less anymore. I just hoped my sister and
God would forgive me.

I suddenly turned around, pushed my sister, who was sitting on the floor, down onto the ground, and pressed my body against hers without restraint
. My sister cried out again, "Brother, what's wrong?" Her eyes were wide open, and her hands were pushing against
my body. Just as my erect penis touched Xiaolan's thigh through my pants and skirt, I
suddenly felt dizzy, followed by a shock, and then my penis began to ejaculate wildly in my crotch.

Wave after wave, I felt my penis throbbing with each ejaculation, and my sister's skirt was
lifted up by my throbbing penis. Waves of pleasure assaulted my brain. Through my squinting eyes, I saw my sister's
surprised expression and vaguely heard her cry, "Brother! Brother! Are you alright? Does it hurt a lot?"
Clearly, Xiaolan hadn't felt my throbbing penis, nor did she understand what I was doing. She assumed I
was blushing and in pain because she had hit me earlier. But I knew perfectly well—I had ejaculated. My
unworthy penis had protected my sister's innocence at the last moment, ejaculating the
semen that should have been inside her into my pants. And now, instead of
enjoying I was paralyzed with rage beside her, having lost all my strength.

To avoid giving myself away, I immediately stood up and hurriedly ran upstairs to clean up the mess.

I heard my sister calling me from behind: "Brother, call me if you need anything!..." I agonized in my room
for a long time. It was all because of the red miniskirt
set . That sexy gift almost ruined her reputation. How could I have such terrible thoughts?

Just then, my sister knocked on the door. What I feared most was seeing her innocent eyes, but I
had open the door.

The door opened, and my sister was still wearing that miniskirt. To avoid overthinking, I quickly sat down at the computer,
my back to her, afraid to look at her.

The naive Xiaolan didn't notice my reaction at all. I heard
the sound of her little boots scraping the floor. That was always her habitual gesture—hands behind her back, legs tightly pressed together, feet
rubbing against the floor. Now, wearing that miniskirt, the hem must be swaying with her movements, her
alluring thighs must be faintly visible... Ah!! I couldn't bear to think any further.

"Brother! Our garden needs tidying up, weeding." My sister's words interrupted my reverie,
but I still couldn't face her.

"Xiao Lan, I'll hire someone to clean tomorrow," I said.

"Brother! How can you be so lazy? We used to clean it together. I really like that garden;
I don't trust anyone else to do it!" Xiao Lan said, actually climbing onto my back, her left arm around my neck, her right arm
dangling from my shoulder to my chest. If it weren't for the chair back, her breasts would probably be touching my
back . Her arms were white and smooth, her small hands delicate and childlike. If I could have that hand masturbate,
it would feel amazing. My imagination ran wild: if my sister's hand went down a little further, it could touch my penis ...If this hand touches my penis... my dark, thick penis will swing freely in this little hand...

As I thought about it, I started to get aroused again. So I quickly broke free from my sister's embrace and stood up, saying,
"Let's go weed together then." My sister followed closely behind me. I noticed she seemed to be wearing
a very short skirt to work in the garden, so I said to her, "Xiao Lan, why are you wearing a skirt to work? Go change your clothes.
" Actually, I was afraid her skirt would arouse my wicked thoughts. Unexpectedly, she pouted and said to me, "No,
I like wearing it, it's none of your business." Then she skipped and hopped towards the garden. With each jump, her skirt
lifted up a little, and her thighs, which attracted me, were almost exposed to her heels. I had no choice but to follow her
to the garden.

Weeding requires squatting. Boys, of course, aren't afraid of anything, but girls who like to wear skirts always
try to avoid squatting, especially when wearing short skirts. They always try to avoid exposing themselves, such as turning
their legs to one side, or squeezing their thighs together, and occasionally using their skirts to cover their underwear when they spread their legs.

My naive younger sister, however, didn't shy away from me at all, assuming I wouldn't do anything to her. So she
focused intently on her work, because she truly loved the garden.

Standing amidst the flowers, she bent down, searching for weeds. The yellow flowers, barely reaching her ankles, contrasted beautifully with her white
slouch socks, and her red miniskirt fluttered in the breeze. What an alluring
sight!
How .

My sister slowly squatted down in the breeze and began to pull weeds. As she squatted, her thighs pressed together,
leaning to one side, gradually revealing her. When she was fully squatted, her knees were above her waist, and
the hem of her miniskirt slid down from her thighs to her groin. A glimpse of white underwear
was faintly .

My penis began to throb, but my sister continued to repeat those actions that attracted me. Her legs
swung back and forth, the triangular piece of cloth covering her virginity appearing and disappearing intermittently. Suddenly, my sister noticed
some weeds between her legs. Without adjusting her position, she went to pull them out, and as a result…

she remained squatting, her legs spread apart facing me, revealing her entire underwear. Her white
panties clung tightly to her crotch, slightly bulging, with two or three small creases. With each pull,
the taut creases on her panties shifted shape. Some taller flowers
swayed in front of her panties, occasionally brushing against the pure area of this sixteen-year-old virgin. It was incredibly difficult to resist
looking at this scene. I fantasized about how wonderful it would be to pin her down in the flower bushes and hear her soft moans
. How wonderful it would be to forcibly remove her top and see her arms covering her young breasts and her frightened
expression. How wonderful it would be to lift her skirt and feel her
body temperature . I'm her family, it shouldn't be difficult for her to agree to this small request, right? Why
can't I bring myself to do it to a girl like this? Is it just because she's my sister? I truly love her. Now, whenever
I think about other men in the future, perhaps in a field of flowers, taking off her panties amidst her pleading cries
, I feel jealous. The thought of her spread legs and those white slouch socks being carried on someone else's shoulders breaks my
heart. I can't bear the thought of another man entering her body, letting her virgin blood stain this field of yellow flowers.
If she is to be defiled by someone else someday, then the one with the most right to do so is me. Only my
penis can open the gates of her virginity, only my penis can thrust in and out of Xiaolan's vagina.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and I shook my head, becoming more sober. But my penis was uncontrollably erect
.

At this moment, my sister lowered her body considerably, kneeling down, her hands already on the ground, her buttocks
raised . Her short skirt barely covered her panties on her buttocks. I believe
it would be easy to take off her panties from behind at this moment. And before her panties even left her thighs, I could penetrate her vagina,
hear her cry out, and then I would hold her waist and thrust into her with abandon. Her virgin blood would flow down her thighs
, staining the panties that were supposed to protect her purity.

I was indulging in my fantasies when I suddenly heard my sister let out a soft moan: "Ouch." Then she got up,
sat on the ground, bent her right knee, and touched it with her hand. I rushed over. I saw that her knee was
cut by a pebble, a small gash, and blood was seeping out. But what I really noticed wasn't her
wound , but her posture. She was sitting on the ground, her left leg straight, her right leg bent high. I squatted opposite her,
my eyes on her wound, but my attention was entirely focused between her legs. Her two legs, one straight and one bent, supported
the hem of her skirt, and her panties were displayed close to me. I pretended to examine her wound, placing
my left hand on the wound on her right knee and my right hand naturally on her left knee. This was
a position that drove me crazy. I was in a completely advantageous position because I could spread her legs at any moment and
quickly rip off her panties. I could give her a new wound, a
wound that would bleed profusely from my violence…

“Brother, what are you looking at? Help me up, let’s put some medicine on.” Xiaolan said, pulling my
arm to her feet. As she stood up, her short skirt gradually covered her private parts, and the wound
bled even more.

My sister went back to her room, and I went to get the medicine. When I arrived at her room, she was sitting
on her small sofa, staring blankly at her wound. I came to her, squatted down, and faced her skirt
. In such an obvious state of exposure, Xiaolan’s girlish modesty finally kicked in. She
subconsciously brought her legs together, knees touching, thighs tightly pressed together, and even pressed down on the sides of her skirt
to prevent any exposure, only her calves were slightly parted. Her protection was so thorough that I couldn’t see
her virgin territory at all. I calmed myself down and began applying medicine to her wounds, silently hoping she would
open her legs... Talented? Like playing a game? Could this be based on a game's plot? I saw this post a long time ago, but it was never finished.
I read it again today, and it's still not finished... It's still pretty good. I support the author writing more of this kind!!!!!!!!! Although it's unfinished, it's really good. There's even a plot where the reader can choose the direction of the story, interesting. I'm dizzy. It never came to fruition. Is there a sequel? It seems there have been two sequels already. It feels like writing letters;
the self-narration part could be more fleshed out. So talented! I love it!
I hope you continue writing. This story really knows how to keep people in suspense. The protagonist's inner struggle is very clever; I believe many people have had similar struggles, haha. Interesting. Having read so many stories, this is the first one that allows the reader to choose. Looking forward to the next chapter!

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