I took my sister's virginity.

That happened three years ago. I was working in Guangzhou, and my younger sister was in Foshan. I was 22, and she was 20. She had just graduated from vocational school and came to Foshan with a classmate to find a job. One day, she came to Guangzhou to visit me. I lived alone in a one-bedroom apartment, and since I was the only one living there, there was only one bed. After she arrived, I put a wooden board on the floor in the living room and slept there, leaving my bed for my sister. I'm very thin and have always been sensitive to the cold. The weather in Guangzhou is especially cold around the Lunar New Year, and I usually use two blankets at that time. Now that my sister was here, we each had one blanket. It looked quite thin, and I was worried that she would get cold, so I told her not to take off her clothes and to sleep wrapped up in them to keep warm. I didn't take off my clothes either.
Around midnight, she woke me up, saying she was cold. I got up and took out some thick clothes from the closet, covering her with them. I closed all the doors and windows, leaving only a crack for ventilation. I went back to sleep. Not long after, she woke me again. I asked if she was still cold, and she said no, but she was scared. I said, "What are you scared of? I'm here, don't be afraid." She said she was scared, so I said, "Then turn on the light, sleep with the light on, that way you won't be scared." My sister is young and timid; she's even afraid of mice at home. I got up and turned on the light for her. After a while, she woke me again, saying she was still scared and asked if I could come in and sleep with her, so she wouldn't be afraid. I was startled. Although we're siblings, I'd never even considered sleeping in the same bed with her. We often slept in the same bed when we were little, but we were too young to understand. I've never slept in the same bed with her since. I said, "Don't be afraid, little sister, I'm here, what are you scared of?" She wouldn't listen and kept shouting, so I kept comforting her, telling her not to be afraid. She said, "I didn't expect you to be such a coward, brother. You're supposed to be a man! Sleeping together doesn't necessarily mean we'll do anything. It just means we'll be closer, and then I won't be afraid." I knew she was angry. My sister has always been timid. When we boys were little, we'd go play with firecrackers together, and she would always hide behind me. I told her, "If you're scared, don't come along," but she insisted. I thought about how pitiful she was, and it was true. Sleeping together doesn't necessarily mean we'll do anything. We've played together since we were little, and nothing's wrong with that. I felt so old-fashioned. So I moved the blanket to my sister's bed, covered her up, turned off the light, and crawled into bed. My blanket is 1.8 meters wide, which is pretty good for two people. My sister slept on the inside, and I slept on the outside. Since there was only one pillow, my sister and I each slept in half, so we were very close. As soon as I lay down, she said, "Brother, I want a hug." I said, "Sister, don't talk nonsense. Be good and go to sleep." She wouldn't listen and kept shouting, "I want a hug!" I told her, "Sister, be good, don't hug me. I'll sleep here, you don't need to be afraid." She stopped talking. Because it was cold, I was worried she'd get cold, so I reached out to pull the blanket up for her. Just as my hand passed over her, it touched something soft. I was startled and broke out in a cold sweat. I immediately realized it was her breast. I then realized she had taken off all her clothes, not even a bra; at least her upper body was completely naked. I felt something was wrong and immediately sat up. I thought I should go sleep in the living room outside; sleeping like this would cause trouble. But as soon as I sat up, she pulled me back. Caught off guard, she pulled me heavily onto the bed. With lightning speed, she rolled over and climbed on top of me, then began kissing me passionately. I could feel her using a lot of force. She was breathing heavily, like she'd just run several kilometers. I tried to push her away, but I couldn't. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck. I turned my head away to stop her from kissing me, so when I turned to the left, her mouth followed; when I turned to the right, her mouth followed. My sister is very beautiful. Except for being a little short, less than 160cm, everything else is quite good—her figure and face are perfectly matched, and she has a pure and lovely appearance. When I'm with her, I like to look at her breasts. They're really beautiful, not too big, not too small, not too high, not too low, just right. She seems proud of it and never avoids me looking at her breasts. I guess most girls like others to see their beautiful features, even if they're siblings. When she smiled and said I was impotent, all I could see was her image, and I suddenly felt dizzy. She continued to laugh foolishly, laughing very loudly, which seemed exaggerated in the quiet of the night. I hadn't taken off my clothes when I lay down, and now she reached out to take them off. I stopped her, and she forcefully unbuttoned them. She said, "Brother, I want it." Hearing this, I broke out in a cold sweat again. My sister is usually quite mischievous, but she's relatively reserved, not the arrogant or unrestrained type; she's quite ladylike. Her actions tonight were completely unexpected; she's incredibly bold. I wonder if she experienced something traumatic during the day. I also think it's probably because it's dark and we can't see each other that she's so daring. I would never dare to do anything with her. I struggled to get up and turn on the light, but she held me down tightly. She wasn't as strong as me, so I got up and turned on the light anyway. I thought turning on the light would stop her, because she could see me, and that would make her nervous and prevent her from doing anything reckless. After turning on the light, I saw her face was flushed, and she was panting heavily, probably from exerting herself too much. I said, "Sister, are you crazy? How could you do this?" Before I could finish speaking, she pounced on me again, wrapping her arms tightly around my neck, trying to kiss me again. I turned my head away, refusing her kiss. I pushed her away forcefully. I was so angry that I slapped her without thinking. She sat on the bed, neither crying nor laughing, and didn't say a word. At that moment, I regretted it. No matter what, I shouldn't have hit her. We've had a very good relationship as siblings for so many years. I've always loved her and never hit her. Even when I was really angry, I couldn't bear to hit her. At most, I would scold her a few times and then buy her some snacks to coax her back, and she would be happy again. This was the first time I had ever hit her since I was old enough to understand. After breaking free from her, I got out of bed, rolled up a blanket, and walked into the living room. I wasn't going to sleep with her anymore; I was going to sleep in the living room. Just as I turned around to walk into the living room with the blanket in my arms, she suddenly hugged me tightly from behind, wrapped her arms around my neck, wrapped her legs around my waist, and pressed her whole body against my back. Because I wasn't prepared, I didn't expect her to pounce on me from behind. I lost my balance and fell backward, slamming her down on top of me. I reacted quickly, afraid of hurting her, and in the instant I fell, I shifted my body and landed next to her. She cried, saying, "Brother, I really want it! What are you afraid of? I'm not afraid, so what are you afraid of?" Her crying hurt me so much. I hate seeing my sister cry; I've always preferred to suffer myself rather than see her sad. I said, "Sister, don't cry. We're siblings, and siblings shouldn't do that kind of thing, you understand?" She said, "Why can't I? If I don't tell you, no one will know. Anyway, it's not my first time. I just want to try it with you. If you don't want to, I'll go find someone else." Her words almost choked me. I said, "Sister, are you sick, or have you been reading pornographic novels or watching porn?" She said no, she just wanted to do "that" with me. She was crying loudly in the middle of the night. Afraid the neighbors would hear, I covered her mouth with my hand to stop her from crying so loudly. She then wrapped her arms around my neck. This time I didn't push her away. I knew force wouldn't work; I had to persuade her slowly. I said, "Little sister, you're so silly. It's my duty to love you, but this kind of thing can't be done, you know?" She said, "Why can't I do it? Nobody will know. I just want to do it with you. You're a college student, and you're scared of such a small thing." She pleaded, "Brother, just once, please give in to your little sister, just once, and never again. You have to keep your word." I said, "No, not even once. A girl's first time is precious. You should save it for your future husband, or at least for the person you love most, understand?" Before I could finish, she said, "It's not like it's my first time." After all that, I had tried to persuade her, but she persuaded me instead. Finally, I said, "Just once, and don't tell anyone." As soon as I said that, she jumped out of bed, hugged me, and showered me with kisses, constantly murmuring, "I knew you were the best to me, brother." It was then that I noticed how beautiful my sister's fair body was. Touching her skin, so soft and smooth, made me feel dizzy. Although I had slept with two girls before and had some experience, I just couldn't get excited with my sister. It always felt awkward; I couldn't find that feeling, I couldn't let go. I said, "Sister, let's turn off the lights. I feel embarrassed doing it with you in my eyes." She said okay, so I turned off the lights. I took off my clothes, and the moment my skin touched my sister's, my blood boiled. I couldn't resist the stimulation. I hugged her tightly, caressing her breasts—soft, elastic, and so comfortable. I kissed her lips—soft, wet, and tender. My sister responded passionately. My veins felt like they were about to explode. I hadn't had sex for almost two years since breaking up with my girlfriend in college. This sudden surge of desire overwhelmed me. In that moment, I forgot everything else. The next morning, when I woke up, my sister had already prepared breakfast. Seeing me awake, she kissed me and said with a smile, "Brother, get up and have breakfast. Today's breakfast is all your favorites." Her smile was so sweet, a smile that radiated happiness—the kind only a girl in love can have. I felt incredibly awkward. I hadn't felt awkward during sex last night, but now even a kiss from her felt strange. I threw back the covers to get out of bed, and what I saw stunned me: the blankets were covered in blood. I immediately realized why it was so tight when I penetrated her last night; I suspected it was her first time then, and now I see...It was indeed her first time. I called my sister over and asked her what was wrong. She said, "Brother, I just want you to feel at ease. If I told you it was my first time, you would never do it with me, no matter what. You don't need to think too much about it. It's nothing. I just really want to try what it's like. Doing it with you, being able to do it with you, makes me so happy." I was speechless. But she seemed completely unaffected, still chatting and laughing. The only difference from usual was that she was especially fond of laughing today, giggling all the time. After breakfast, I sent her back to Foshan. Before she left, my sister, just like before when she came to visit, asked me to carry her from the fifth floor to the first floor. My sister has always been very mischievous, often asking me to carry her up and down the stairs. Every time I do, she's very happy. When my sister is happy, I feel very happy. She came to visit me several times afterward, but each time, I would say I was going out in the afternoon and then not go back. I would stay at a friend's place. I didn't dare sleep in the same room with my sister anymore; I was afraid she would act like before, and I was afraid I would lose control again. Gradually, the matter faded away. Five years passed, and neither of us mentioned it again. My sister was still the same sister—laughing, always wanting to be pampered and act spoiled in front of me, and still wanting me to carry her up and down the stairs. But I always felt incredibly guilty about it.

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