My Sister and Me (Part 1) Author: wanghuaquan

My Sister and Me

Author: wanghuaquan
Published: 2013-12-22
Published on sexinsex.net
Word Count: 5050
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Before 　　I even started elementary school, my mother divorced my father. My father was a released and a chronic alcoholic. When he was extremely drunk, he would either vomit on the bedside or urinate in the closet. When he wasn't so drunk, it was even worse; he would either curse or beat people. My mother wanted to leave him very early on, but she was threatened by his beatings. Until I was almost six years old, when my father was sentenced to a year and a half in prison for the second time, she started an affair with her boss and made up her mind to divorce him. 　　It was the 1980s, and prison management and court trials didn't really prioritize protecting or caring for prisoners. They just sent an official letter to the prison informing my father, and then, in one court hearing, they issued a divorce . My mother, as if escaping hell, abandoned me with my father, even leaving behind my sister, who was awarded to her custody, and the house that belonged to her. She went directly to the south with her new man. 　　Although I was six years old at the time, I didn't understand many things, and I only had a vague sense of these adult matters. I had no real understanding of their situation. Later, when I was in junior high, my sister, who felt I had grown up a bit, told me about it in several installments. 　　The events that occurred after their divorce are more vivid in my memory. For example, after my father he lost his job and couldn't find a new one, so he spent his days drinking heavily and beating and scolding my sister and me. Later, he often wore the clothes he wore when he was a manager before his first prison sentence, and would go out for long periods of time, sometimes not returning for days at a time . When he did return, he would bring back some money. Later, I found out that he had been defrauding people. 　　The rest of the story is quite natural. My father, who was neither a criminal genius nor a seasoned fraudster, was quickly caught by the police in less than a year. This time, the sentence was much heavier. Even with some reduction in punishment, he still had to serve six years in prison. When he went to prison for the third time, I had just turned seven. I watched as he was arrested by the police as I walked home from elementary school. 　　From then on, my sister, who was eleven years older than me, and I depended on each other for survival. My older sister was born before my parents got married. At that time, my mother was still a vocational school student, not even seventeen years old. She was seduced by my handsome father's words and gifts in a small prefab house , and she became pregnant with my sister immediately. My parents, both underage, even had their marriage certificate obtained secretly through connections. They didn't have a wedding banquet, and they didn't even inform . 　　My sister grew up, and I was born. She inherited my mother's large breasts, shapely hips, and fair skin, as well as my father's good looks. Even when I was just starting elementary school, I would secretly peek through the crack in the bathroom door when she came home for vacation, watching her shower. I would see her round, firm breasts, her her sparsely haired vulva, barely visible in the mist. 　　Later, my father suddenly fell ill and died in prison. The money the family had secretly transferred before his imprisonment was almost gone. From then on, when I was in second or third grade, I rarely saw my sister 's . She always had a tightly furrowed brow, and a cloud of sorrow always hung over her pretty face. This melancholy even made me, who at the time didn't understand matters of the heart and whose mere peeping at her while she bathed was just out of curiosity, want to hug her and hold her tightly in my arms. 　　But, miraculously, my sister managed to pay for her university tuition and our living expenses. My sister attended a university in the city, and every weekend or on days without required classes, she would rush back home from the other side of the city to buy groceries, cook for me, and do my laundry (including my underwear and socks). She would even scrub my back. Although I didn't understand matters of the heart at the time, I would always lean forward while she scrubbed my , trying to get my head and body close to her nipples, which were faintly visible under her thin nightgown. 　　That summer, when I was about to start junior high and she was about to graduate from university, my sister was washing my arms. I looked at her nipples peeking out from her sheer pajamas and pubic hair sticking out of her lace panties, and I let out a heavy sigh. My penis, much thicker and longer than most boys my age, quickly became erect , the veins bulging and very noticeable, even a drop of fluid seeping from the engorged, red glans. On a whim, I reached over and grabbed one of my sister's breasts, kneading it vigorously. My sister pushed me away, staring at me with utter astonishment for a long time, almost ten seconds, until my embarrassment and lust quickly subsided, and my penis went . Seeing my once-aggressive penis turn into a limp one, my sister couldn't help but laugh, then turned and went inside. But afterwards, she never scrubbed my back again, not even a back rub. 　　After my sister graduated from university, she said she found a job and had to live in the company dormitory, so she could only come back to see me once every week or two. I, only in junior high school, was forced to gradually learn to cook , make soup, haggle at the market, and even how to withdraw money from my sister's savings account. 　　But even though the time my sister and I spent together decreased, and even after when she never stayed at home again, only returning for a day at most, my deep feelings for her didn't diminish at all. With my first sex education class in junior high, spent amidst the laughter and chatter of my classmates, and my first wet dream in the second semester of my second year, my lust for my sister grew stronger and stronger. 　　Ever since my first wet dream, my sexual fantasies have always revolved around my sister; I've fantasized about her more than once...

In my dream, I kneaded her round, large breasts, forcefully thrusting my painfully hard penis
into the mysterious cave hidden between her pubic hair, filling and stretching her little pussy, and finally ejaculating
my semen inside. But every time I woke up, I could only quickly
wash off , lest they turn into large yellow patches.

The summer after my middle school entrance exam, I noticed that my sister had become much quieter, and the smiles that had started to appear more frequently
since had faded again. Twice when she came home, I could even smell alcohol on her
, something that had never happened before, because my father was an alcoholic, and my sister herself
deeply hated , never drinking it herself and forbidding me from drinking any kind of alcohol.

The third time she came home, she not only smelled of alcohol, but she was also carrying a broken can of liquor. She ignored
my worried look and soft questions, and instead went to the balcony alone, climbed onto
the railing and looked into the distance. Worried, I followed her to the balcony and softly asked again,

"Sister, what's wrong? You're so different from before. I... I'm so worried about you
."

My sister turned around, looking at me with her watery, hazy eyes, flushed from the alcohol.
The blush resembled clouds reflected in the morning glow. Combined with her watery eyes, and the fact that her low-cut
blue and white halter dress barely covered her nipples,
revealing , I was almost stunned. I forgot what I wanted to say next, just
staring blankly at my sister's hemispherical breasts and the almost complete expanse of her snow-white thighs exposed under her short skirt.

Seeing me standing there like a dazed goose, staring at her blankly, my sister chuckled
. But when I seemed oblivious to her laughter and continued to stare intently at her body, she was a little
surprised and asked, "Hmm? What's wrong?"

At that moment, I didn't know what I was thinking, and I just blankly replied, "Sister, sister...
you... you're so beautiful, I like you so much... I like you so much."

Hearing my confession-like words, my sister threw the broken bag she was holding downstairs, burst into laughter several
times, then wiped away her tears and asked, "Little brother, do you really like your sister? You really like your sister's body, don't you
?"

By this time, I had recovered from my daze, and although I was embarrassed and astonished, I still honestly answered, "Yes,
I like you, sister, I like you, I especially like you. I've always wanted to see you naked, sister,
and even hold you in my arms when you're completely naked!" At first, I spoke softly, but later I
shouted loudly.

"Really? Are you sure what you're saying is what you truly feel?" my sister asked loudly.

"Of course it's true! I want you to show me, sister! I want to see your breasts, your thighs, your
butt, and your pussy! I want them all!" I shouted. Anyway, there had
never being demolished. It was already late mid-1990s, and
all the neighbors on the adjacent floors had moved to new apartments in the newer complex. The place was either filled with
elderly people who
rarely went downstairs, living on the fifth or sixth floors, or short-term renters. They didn't know each other, or even the original residents like me. Even if they overheard, they wouldn't spread it, especially since they all went
to work .
Hearing my words, my sister, for some reason, started crying. Just as I was about to go over and
wipe the tears from her delicate face, she laughed—not a loud laugh, but a charming, alluring smile with her lips
upturned , without making a sound.

"Do you really want it? Then I'll give it to you, I'll show you my body. Just wait a
moment I'll give you my whole body..." With that, my sister turned to face me at the balcony doorway
, slid the two straps of her dress off her shoulders, and then reached behind her back to unhook her light pink bra
, revealing her two snow-white, full breasts. The color of her nipples was
no longer the pink of when I was little, nor was it the deep, dark black like those middle-aged female teachers at my school who wore ill-fitting bras and whose nipples would show when they
bent over . Instead, it had turned
a brownish color, somewhat like chocolate mixed with milk, which looked quite harmonious against her fair skin.

Seeing me staring at her breasts in a daze, my sister couldn't help but chuckle, "Hehe~"
She walked over raised her arm, and patted my head, saying, "So, what do you think? Isn't my body beautiful?"
After I nodded without saying a word, she added, "Then come closer and take a look." As she spoke, she deliberately thrust her chest forward
, bringing it close to my lowered head, my nose almost touching her nipples.

Stimulated by those white, round breasts, my breathing became heavy, and I made panting and swallowing
sounds. Involuntarily, I reached out to hug my sister's body, wanting to pull her completely into my arms.
But my outstretched hand was blocked by my sister. "Can't hold back anymore? Wait, I'll take off all my clothes and let you
see enough." As she spoke, she was about to completely pull off her skirt, which was already half-undone but stopped by the waist design
, but I grabbed her buttocks with one hand and pulled her hand into the house with the other.

"Sister, no! Don't take your clothes off on the balcony! I want to see your body, I want your body
to belong only to me, I don't want anyone else to see your naked body." Hearing my words, my sister obediently
let me pull her into the house. In front of the sofa in the living room, her skirt fell to the floor,
leaving in a pink and light blue striped thong.

Then, my sister chuckled and said, "Little brother,
if you want to see my body, you have to take your clothes off first. Otherwise, it's not fair if I let

you see everything but you don't let me. I haven't bathed you in a long time, hurry up and take your clothes off so I can see what your body looks like now!"

My hands trembled with excitement as I hastily ripped off

my clothes, revealing my bare, white body and her round, gently jiggling breasts.
Behind her thick, long, and hard penis, she covered her mouth with her hand and chuckled several times. Then she leaned over and
grasped the middle of my erect penis with her left hand, gently stroking it a few times. Then
she looked up and asked,

"Hey~ little brother, what's wrong? Are you excited because of your sister?"

As I nodded in reply and reached out to touch her breasts, she squatted down and
wrapped her other hand around the base of my penis. Then, she gently stroked my
shaft up and down with both hands, making me groan comfortably. Then, when I heard her say, "
That's good , little brother, your penis is so hard, so amazing. Sister... let me suck and lick it for you,"
I felt my glans being surrounded by a warm, moist environment. Then, the entire front half of my penis was swallowed into
her two alluring red lips. The pleasurable sensation made me groan again, unable to hold back my moans.

My sister's oral sex wasn't fast; she slowly swallowed and released my penis, her lips pressed very tightly against
the skin . Only occasionally would she make a "plop~ gulp~" sound, and then
a "pop~ pop~" sound when she pulled back and released my penis until her lips took the glans into her mouth
. While sucking on my glans, she teased and played with the tip of her tongue around my urethra, while simultaneously stroking
the middle of my penis with her hand, making me moan with pleasure, "Hmm hmm hmm oh oh~," constantly thrusting my hips forward,
wanting to penetrate deeper into my sister's warm, moist mouth.

My sister, with my penis half-held in her mouth, asked in a muffled voice, "Ah, mmm~, does it feel good? *Squelch squelch
* Ah~ I'm so lewd, are you horny, sister?" My
sister, who had been licking the glans with her tongue, suddenly heard my moans become rapid and deep, and her waist
trembled . Just as she was about to look up and ask what was wrong, I suddenly ejaculated twice from my penis, one
shot right onto her nose, and the other onto her left cheek.

Hearing my sister's soft cry of surprise, "Eee-ya~," followed by
low moans of "Mmm~ Ugh~" from her face covered in semen, and seeing my white semen
staining face, which looked like a blooming flower, I became even more excited
and lustful. I ejaculated another stream of semen from my penis, shooting it into my sister's half-open mouth.

Caught off guard by my sudden ejaculation, my sister made a "woo-woo" sound and swallowed my semen
. After swallowing it, she groaned twice, "mmm~ hmm~,"
and then said, "Ah~ little brother, you came. Was it good? I made you feel so comfortable, that's why you
came so quickly, right?" After I nodded affirmatively, she smiled gently, her face still smeared with my semen
, and said, "That's great~ I'm glad you felt good~"

(The End)

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