[Violation of the older sister] [Full] [Author: TONY]

Title: Violation of My Older Sister

Author: tony

(Part 1)

This happened when I was very young, probably in fifth or sixth grade of elementary school! Being in puberty, I was very curious about sex, especially about my older sisters' bodies.

The oldest sister was already working, and the youngest was in her first year of high school. Living under the same roof, I had many opportunities to peep at them changing clothes or touch them. I even asked to use the toilet while they were showering. A few times I actually succeeded; at most, they would cover their private parts or turn their backs to me.

My eldest sister was the oldest, so perhaps in her eyes I was still very young! Therefore, she was the most lenient with me, practically completely unguarded. One day, I came home from school and rushed to the bathroom because I needed to use the toilet. My eldest sister was showering and rushing out to meet her future brother-in-law. She couldn't resist my nagging and let me in.

And I really did pee for a long, long time, and of course, I watched for a long time too. I even playfully teased her, "Oh! Rushing to your date, huh!" until my older sister, with a half-smile, widened her eyes and kicked me out. Before leaving, I even slapped her soapy bottom, leaving her screaming in the bathroom!

Actually, what I did most often was go to the bathroom after my sisters showered and play with their underwear, either wearing them myself or ejaculating on them. This went on for a long time without any problems, until one day, on a whim, I secretly cut a small hole in the crotch of my older sister's underwear. To make it look like it was naturally torn, I rubbed the edge of the hole for a long time, and it really did look like it was naturally torn.

For the next few days, I paid close attention to whether my older sister wore that underwear that day, until the fourth day when she actually wore it under her light skirt! After I found out, I deliberately followed my older sister around all day. Because I had cut, rubbed, and washed those underwear, the hole had become even bigger, about the size of a fingernail. I didn't understand why my older sister still wore it; I guess she was saving money!

I remember it was a holiday, and my older sister was busy cleaning. I was also eager to peek at her underwear, so I followed her up and down the stairs. When she was about to climb onto the attic balcony to collect the laundry, I followed her very close! Really close!! Close enough to smell her body odor! So I really achieved my goal! My goal was achieved, but you might be disappointed because looking through that hole, all you could see was dark red flesh! (I'll tell you the more exciting part next time.) My old house was being renovated, so the whole family temporarily moved to a rented bungalow next door. We made do with what we had, sleeping on a shared bed. My parents were on the far side, followed by my older brother, me, and my sisters. Because I was closest to my older sister, she slept next to me.

One night, I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. Everyone was fast asleep. The bright moonlight streamed into the room, shining directly on half of my eldest sister's body. I remember she was wearing light blue pajamas that night, a button-down shirt and elasticated capri shorts. Because it was pajamas, the material wasn't too thick, so when the moonlight shone on her, the outline of her underwear was clearly visible.

Normally, I might look, but I wouldn't dare touch her. That night, I felt possessed and just couldn't sleep!

Following the movement of the moonlight, it slowly illuminated her entire body as she lay on her side with her back to me, revealing the curves of her waist and hips, and the outline of her underwear. I can't remember if I had an erection. I just naively wanted to touch her body.

After struggling for a long time, observing my family, and only hearing heavy, rhythmic breathing, I boldly reached out and touched her buttocks. I was so nervous! Then, I slowly and gently placed my entire palm on her buttocks, feeling where her underwear was. It felt so real! I dared only touch, not stroke, for fear of waking her. Then I slowly wrapped my arms around her waist, as if it were a natural rolling over, my lower body pressed against her buttocks, my upper body against her back, the scent of her hair constantly wafting into my brain.

I was truly out of my mind at that moment. I reached up to her breasts, touching them through her pajamas. I noticed she was wearing a bra. Eager to explore her breasts, I withdrew my hand, looped it around her upper arm, and slipped it under her neck towards her collar, but I could only touch her collarbone because it was hidden by the clasp. I thought I had skillfully unbuttoned two of her clasps and reached in again. This time I touched her bra, her cleavage, and her soft breasts.

This was the first time I had ever truly touched a woman's breasts, but I didn't stop there. I continued to reach into her bra to find her nipples. As I pushed open the gap in her bra, I was filled with unprecedented fear and tension, but when my fingertips touched her erect nipples, I was already covered in sweat! That feeling still comes back to me now when I touch my wife's breasts!

I didn't dare touch them for too long, so I pulled my hand back. I lay flat for a while, then turned to look at her again. She was still in the same position. A wicked thought crossed my mind (I wanted to take off her pants!). I placed my hand on her waist again, found her belt, and because it was elastic, I carefully unbuckled it and pulled it down, about halfway up her buttocks. I could already see the edge of her underwear! That's how I saw her buttocks!

After a while, I moved my hand forward to the waistband of her underwear. She was wearing high-waisted, conservative underwear. Again, I unbuckled the belt and pulled it down, reaching the same spot... Oh! Under the moonlight, she looked so fair and beautiful! To be honest, I didn't really see much. I could only see about a quarter of her buttocks, and even her cleft wasn't very clear. I could only see that the belts of her two pairs of pants were pressing against her buttocks, making her skin look a little dented.

Finally, I reached my hand into her panties, and this time I quickly touched her pubic hair. It was strange; I had seen it before in the bathroom, and when I was playing with their panties, I had picked up fallen pubic hairs. I really wanted to touch them then! But the first time I actually touched it, I was scared, and I didn't touch it for long before quickly pulling my hand back, and then carefully pulling the belts of her two pairs of pants back to their original positions. I felt completely exhausted, lying flat on my back, panting. My mind was blank. I wondered if she'd been discovered.

After a while, I got greedy and wanted to touch her nipples again, so I repeated the same action, trying to do it again. But just as I put my hand inside her collar, she coughed softly and covered her collar with her hand. I was startled! She was already awake! I didn't know what to do. I could only pretend to be asleep while still holding her, and eventually, I dozed off!

The next day, I was very scared, and my older sister and I were both avoiding each other, but nothing happened. This situation lasted for about two months.

One night, my mother and I were watching TV in the living room when my older sister came back from her date. Maybe it was because of the cold weather, but she was freezing!

As soon as she came back, she sat sideways on my lap, which was covered by shorts, yelling, "Wow! It's so cold! Can I warm you up?" Suddenly, my thigh touched her thigh, and also her underwear. I didn't know what to do. Luckily, my mother said, "Oh, how could you do this?" She skipped playfully back to her room to change.

Feeling guilty, I slipped away to shower. Halfway through, she knocked urgently, saying she needed to use the toilet. I hesitated, still basking in the pleasure of our earlier skin-to-skin contact. She knocked even more urgently, so I had no choice but to open the door! She came in, not even closing the door, and without caring if I was watching, she simply and naturally pulled down her pajama bottoms and underwear and peed.

As she pulled out toilet paper, she kept looking at me, and I stood there dumbfounded, like a child who had done something wrong. I watched as she folded the toilet paper, finished urinating, wiped her thick, dark pubic hair, opened the trash can, threw away the toilet paper, flushed, pulled up her underwear, put on her pajama bottoms, and then looked me up and down for a moment before saying, "Little brother, you've grown up!" Then she affectionately pinched my cheek and said, "Study hard, don't think too much!"

I didn't know what to say. I just felt my eyes getting wet. After that, my relationship with my older sister became the best. However, such abnormal peeping, exposure, and touching never happened again. Instead, she would talk to me about more private things, such as nocturnal emissions, masturbation, sexual fantasies, etc. At most, she would come to my room wearing only newly bought underwear once and ask me if it looked good. I asked her if she was going to wear it for her boyfriend. She suddenly blushed, and I was very happy for her. Not long after, she got married.

(II) On the eve of her wedding

On the eve of my older sister's wedding, she finally collapsed around nine o'clock in the evening due to days of hard work. This happened on the eve of the wedding, which really threw the whole family into chaos. We had to rush her to the hospital for emergency treatment. After a series of emergency procedures, the doctor said that it was okay. As long as she had an IV drip and some sedatives, she would recover after resting for a while. Then he instructed the family to arrange for her to be hospitalized.

Because my second and third sisters were studying in other cities and couldn't come back in time, and my mother has heart disease and can't stay in the hospital for long, I was the only one in the family who was relatively free, so I stayed to take care of my eldest sister. Because she had been on an IV drip for a long time, she went to the toilet many times throughout the night. My eldest sister was drowsy and unsteady on her feet, stumbling as she walked. With the IV drip still attached, I had to hold the drip and support her to the toilet. I hung the IV drip on the wall, then half-carried, half-supported her to the toilet

, and then I didn't know what to do. My eldest sister opened her eyes with difficulty and said, "Brother, can't you help me pee?" I had no choice but to lift her up, lift her skirt, and help her take off her underwear so she could sit down to pee.

While she was urinating, her head and neck were against my chest, and her arm without the IV drip was wrapped around my neck. I struggled to hold her with one arm and supported myself against the wall with the other, then just waited quietly for her to urinate! After she finished urinating, I had to help her wipe herself, put her pants back on, and then help her back to bed. This happened four or five times a night. At the time, I only knew I had to take good care of my older sister and didn't think about anything else.

With the IV fluids, her strength gradually returned. By the fourth time she went to the toilet, she was able to speak more clearly, and I didn't have to struggle as much to help her. However, because the needle was in the bend of her arm, one hand was immobile, so I still had to help her take off her pants. That's when I started to feel embarrassed.

Just then, my sister opened her eyes and looked at me, saying, "Did you help me just now?"

I smiled awkwardly and said, "If not me, then your husband?" After I finished speaking, I saw my sister smile with tears in her eyes, reach out and touch my head, and hug me for a while!

Because my sister had an appointment with a makeup artist at five or six in the morning, we decided to go home around 3:30 in the morning and hailed a taxi. As soon as I got home, the whole family started making a ruckus again, running around helping my older sister with this and that. I was so annoyed and just wanted to sleep! But I was covered in the smell of medicine and a faint odor of urine, which made me very uncomfortable!

I took a quick shower in my bathroom, and it was only after a while that everyone quieted down. It was probably past four o'clock. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly heard my older sister calling me softly. I went to her room to see what was wrong.

She said, "Brother, I'm all dirty and I want to take a shower. Can you turn on the gas for me?" I went to the balcony to turn on the gas. I was about to go back to my room to sleep when she called me again. I asked her what was wrong. She said, "I feel dizzy, and Mom and Dad are asleep. Can you help me shower?"

I didn't quite understand at first and just replied, "Okay!" Then I helped her to her bathroom. She even asked me to go to the balcony and get a plastic chair so she could sit in the bathroom and shower.

She took off her dress first, then called me into the bathroom. I tried to remain calm, pretending everything was normal, but that was the truth! I saw her sitting on the sink, wearing only white underwear. After I entered, she asked me to turn on the shower and adjust the water temperature, saying, "Brother, help your sister wash her hair!" Then she leaned back in the chair.

I stood behind her and started rinsing her hair and applying shampoo, then slowly and carefully washed her. As I washed her, she actually fell asleep. I was actually peeking at the edge of her bra while washing her, only seeing a patch of white breasts, so I couldn't concentrate on what I was doing. I even got water in her eyes, waking her up, but she just kept her eyes closed.

After I rinsed her hair clean, she sat up straight, covered her chest with her hand for a while, probably thinking about something, then unhooked her bra and casually tossed it into the basket, then placed her hand on the waistband of her underwear. I was so nervous! I was wide awake!

But she crossed her arms to cover her breasts and asked me to wet a silk towel and apply shower gel to it so I could wash her back. I stood next to her, holding her shoulder with one hand and washing her back with the other. I started by carefully massaging her shoulders and then moved down her spine. The water temperature, combined with my nervousness and excitement, made me feel so hot! My newly changed undershirt was soaked!

After washing her for a while, I quickly reached her buttocks. She stood up and asked me to continue washing her lower back. As she stood up, she used one hand to hold the basin so I could wash her. She was still wearing her underwear, and I didn't know what to do. I awkwardly washed along the edge of her underwear. I never expected her to say, "Take it off! How can I wash her if she doesn't take it off?" I hesitated for a moment, then took off her underwear.

Because I was squatting next to her, when I was taking off her underwear, my right hand reached behind her to pull down her right waistband, while my left and right hands held her left waistband. I don't remember if I was trembling, but I know that when I pulled down her underwear, her buttocks were clenched very tightly, and her thighs were clenched quite tightly as well! So when I pulled her underwear down to her knees, the crotch of her underwear was still stuck on her inner thighs. I thought: she must be very nervous too!

When I was about to pull her underwear off one of her ankles, I noticed that when she lifted her calf, her knee was bent inward as she lifted her calf. Just as she lifted and lowered her leg, I saw a bit of her labia and pubic hair deep inside her buttocks. I was actually looking very closely, you could say greedily! And I could only remain calm and continue to wash her thighs and ankles. There's something I find strange: why do women always only cover their breasts at this time and not immediately cover their genitals? Is it a habit? Or have they forgotten?

I washed her neck, shoulders, arms, hands, fingers... step by step, observing her facial reactions. Although she was weak, she looked very comfortable and peaceful.

After washing one hand, I switched to the other. After washing both hands, I couldn't do it again. At this point, my sister said, "I can do it myself next time." Then I watched her wash her breasts and genitals. She asked me to rinse off the foam, but I just stood there, frozen.

After a while, all the movements stopped, my sister said to me, "Brother, do you like looking at me?" I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there, blushing and scratching my head. Suddenly, my sister said with red eyes, "Tomorrow I'll belong to someone else. I might not have the chance to be with you like this again. Just look!"

Then she rinsed off all the foam herself!

Now she no longer covered any parts of her body, and I, with tears in my eyes and my head down, dared not look up at her.

Seeing my unease, she tenderly touched my cheek and said, "It's okay! No one else is around, just look!"

I slowly and carefully observed my loving older sister from head to toe. Naturally, I moved closer to her and reached out to hug her. She gently allowed me to hug her. As I buried my face between her soft breasts, she gently stroked my head with one hand and patted my back like she was comforting a child with the other.

The scent of her breasts wasn't strong, but it had a rare, delicate fragrance. I looked up at her, and she was looking at me too. Then, as if knowing my needs, she closed her eyes and nodded. I then expressed my childhood instincts.

As I took her nipple into my mouth, she gently stroked my hand, then suddenly hugged me tightly! Her hands, which had been holding me, moved to her buttocks and thighs, vigorously caressing these fleshy and mysterious areas.

Encouraged, I knelt down, using everything on my face to touch her pubic hair, finally exploring her warm, moist area with my hands.

But then, as if electrocuted, she shook her head at me with horror in her eyes, pulled me up to stand, took a deep breath, and then smiled at me with forced composure, pointing to my genitals. "Oh! It's all wet! I've already ejaculated!"

She rolled her eyes at me, then sat down, her hands beginning to clean me up… It was early morning, and we were being discreet, so we probably weren't discovered. Soon it was dawn. When she returned that day, she was wearing a pure white wedding

dress, smiling at me. "Oh! She's so beautiful! So beautiful!!"

[The End]
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