My dear sister, please pounce on me (Sisterly Love, Volume 1) Author: Zi Mo tide Yue

My dear sister, please pounce on me!

Author: Zi Moxi Yue
Word Count: 9000

First, I want to apologize to the moderators.
I couldn't get over my mental block before, and I kept having negative thoughts . I felt that as a girl, writing about sex was perverted and disgusting, and that it would
attract strange looks. Plus, I was very dissatisfied with my writing

style, so I kept posting, asking
for , and so on, which I'm sure caused you 　　a lot of trouble. I'm really sorry. This time, I promise I won't be willful anymore and will write 　　the whole story properly from beginning to end. >>> ... 　　　　　　　　>>> 　　...　　　　　　　　　　My older sister is one year and four months older than me. My grandparents said they couldn't afford to send all three children to kindergarten, so my sister and I, being relatively neglected, had our right to attend kindergarten sacrificed to give to my younger brother. 　　Until I was seven and my sister was eight, my grandparents still weren't ready for us to start primary school. It was only after someone from the village came and persuaded them that they finally sent us. 　　It's quite a coincidence that my sister and I were always in the same class from elementary school onwards. We went to and from school together every day, played together , ate together, did homework together, did chores together, and even slept in the same bed, sharing the same blanket. 　　It was more like we liked being together, and through many unexpected events, we gradually developed a hazy love for each other. 　　In the second semester of my first year of high school, something unexpected happened: my parents divorced. I was awarded to my mother and went to live with her another city. 　　For the next two years, although my sister and I continued to exchange letters and phone calls, our longing for each other only deepened. 　　Two years later, my sister and I were admitted to the same university and the same department, and our relationship, as promised , continued. 　　This novel recounts all the stories that happened during our university years. 　　(I won't describe our appearances; I actually wanted to post an unedited photo of myself, but I was too scared to, so I'll just borrow a photo of Kawamura Reo and Sawaguchi Mai from Hana Kiss to represent us. We're not as pretty as them, haha.) PS: Actually, I do look quite like Kawamura Reo ⊙﹏⊙b ( Sweat 　　: 　　"Scarlet Years, Scarlet Years, Drunk Tassels. 　　Carrying a wisp of longing, I cherish you; with a touch of tenderness, I follow you everywhere. ") 　Like a sweet, romantic short story, it uses time as its axis, depicting childhood 　　sweethearts, innocent and carefree, weathering storms together, filled with tender love… 　　We've laughed and cried, and all those sweet and beautiful moments that belong only to us have finally solidified into happiness in our hearts. 　　I am the wind, surrounding you. 　　I am spring, embracing your sky. 　　I am a star, silently watching over you, protecting you. 　　I am a bird, forever singing for you. 　　Flowers bloom and fade, the mottled years etch their marks on the passing years, but I cherish you so deeply. It 　　's so good to love you, truly, truly good. 　>>> 　　...　　　　　　　　　　　　Tonight is our last night together. Tomorrow, I'll be leaving this little village with Mom to live in a city far, far away, a city without my sister… 　　"No! No, no, no!! I want to be with you, forever and ever, you promised me !" 　　Unable to control my pain, I cried even harder. 　　"Xi…" 　　"I don't care, Mom and Dad's divorce is their business. I'm not leaving, I just want to be with you." " 　　Didn't we already agree? No more being willful. If you keep acting up… if you keep acting up, I won't talk to you anymore, you hear me?" 　　My sister glared at me with her red, tear-filled eyes. 　　"But…"

"This family is too hard and tiring. Now that Mom is gone, life will only get harder. Do you want to stay and add to
Dad's burden? Although Mom was the one who wronged Dad by running off with another man, that old man is very rich, and he's
willing to raise one of Mom's ex-husband's children as his own. So come with Mom and live the happy
life of a rich girl."

"But sister, you..."

"Actually...actually, I've always hated you. You're always clinging to me like a little shadow.
I'll be relieved when you leave. I'm actually happy you're gone, you know...Don't hug me, I...you're even more disgusting..."

Saying this, she forcefully shook off my hand and turned her head away.

"Liar! I know you're lying to me. Your heart is crying too. You can't bear to part with me either..."

Ignoring my sister's objections, I hugged her tightly again.

"Let go...let go...don't be so sentimental..."

After a dozen seconds of silence, I heard my sister's voice, which seemed to be trying to sound cold but was actually choked with sobs.

"No."

"You really don't believe I'd ignore you? Let go!"

"But...but I believe that letting go means losing you forever, that letting go means never seeing you again
..."

I sobbed, my sister trembled, and finally couldn't hold back anymore, hugging me and
crying .

"Sister, I-love-you! I-love-you-so-so."

I don't know where the courage came from, but I pushed my sister down and lay on top of her, staring at her and
saying .

"Silly girl, I..."

An overwhelming feeling of love welled up in my heart, and before my sister could finish speaking,
I kissed her on the lips...

We remained motionless in this kissing position for almost a minute before my sister finally reacted, blushing and staring at me
blankly .

"I..."

Although my sister and I had countless intimate moments since childhood, those moments were nothing more than hugging and cuddling.
For us, who only had a rudimentary understanding of matters between men and women, kissing was already considered an extremely suggestive act.

My mind was a mess, and my heart was pounding.

"Anyway...anyway, I just love you!! I gave you my first kiss, you have to take responsibility for me, I
'm going to be your shadow, sticking to you forever and ever!!!"

I shouted loudly, tears streaming down my face, disregarding my shyness.

"Idiot, idiot, idiot, big idiot!"

My sister struggled and twisted her body, trying to escape my grasp.

"Even if I become an idiot, I'll still love you."

Saying this, I buried my head in my lips and kissed my sister again, my eyes filled with deep affection. Feeling the warmth of my sister's thin lips, I really
wanted to kiss her like this forever.

After a period of resistance, my sister lay motionless on the ground like a wooden statue, looking at me with a dazed expression,
letting me kiss her passionately.

"But we...we...this road is too thorny, too winding, we can't go on, we definitely
can't go on ."

My sister suddenly pushed me away, curled up and sat against the wall, her head bowed, her voice trembling as she dared not look me in the eye
: "And...and you're just attached to me, understand? It's just attachment. You 'll forget me

eventually , you definitely will..." 　　By the end, her voice was almost a roar. 　　"I know it's not just attachment. Without you, I'll only live in a world full of sadness. I really, really love you!! No matter what difficulties lie ahead, we'll overcome them together, even if we can't, we'll die together ! Being with you is the happiest thing for me..." 　　As if unwilling to believe it, my sister bit her lip and looked up at me, seemingly wanting to say something but not knowing how to begin. 　　"Let time and fate be the test. We're both in our first year of high school this year. If two years from now, I haven't forgotten you and still like you, and if fate brings us together again, then we can be a couple, okay?" 　　I placed my hands on my sister's shoulders, my expectant gaze returning to her, silently praying for a positive answer . 　　Finally, after a long, long time, my sister nodded in agreement. 　　I held out my little finger: "Pinky promise, for a hundred years, no changing." 　　My sister hesitated for a moment, then held out her little finger as well: "Okay, pinky promise, for a hundred years, no changing." 　　"Sis!!" 　　Overjoyed and excited, I kissed my sister again. She put her hands on her back, stiffly and proactively meeting my warm lips. 　　"Silly sister, you crybaby, you've made yourself ugly from crying." 　　"You're the same." 　　"Hmph, I'm still a tiny bit prettier than you." After 　　a passionate kiss, we wiped each other's tears and smiled knowingly. A promise and anticipation filled our hearts 　　, even the pain of impending separation faded. We embraced, looking up at the sky 　　. The night was 　　so beautiful, so very beautiful. Under the starry sky, the matchmaker 　　witnessed our vows of love… >>> 　... A touch of nervousness, a hint of anticipation, but mostly overflowing joy and happiness. This is the first time . 　　A month ago, my sister and I were successfully admitted to the same teachers' college in the province, majoring in Chinese language education. 　　Tomorrow is the day for new students to register. Looking at the time on my phone, I figured we should be arriving at the station soon, and I couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and peer towards the exit. 　　Two years of torment, all sorts of pain, heartache, confusion, and helplessness—everything will finally come to a close today.

It's a full stop.

I still remember the day the scores came out; in our excitement, we talked on the phone all night. If it weren't for
my mother and stepfather's objections, I would have even rushed to see my sister that very night…

Just then, a pair of warm, fragrant hands covered my eyes:

"Guess who I am?"

A sweet, delicate voice came from beside my ear.

"Sister!!"

I excitedly turned around and hugged my sister tightly.

"Sis, what time did you arrive? How did you get behind me? You scared me half to death."

"I just arrived. You were so conspicuous in all white. As soon as I got off the train, I saw a silly girl
staring blankly at me, so I crouched down and came up behind you to play a joke."

My sister gently stroked my hair, looking at me with loving eyes.

"Xi, you've grown taller."

"So have I."

I looked directly at my sister, my heart filled with joy, but I was speechless, unsure how to express myself.

"Don't stare at me like that, it'll make you shy."

My sister stuck out her little tongue and made a cute face.

I couldn't resist leaning forward slightly and kissing my sister's cheek, quickly pulling back. I covered
my , furtively glancing left and right out of the corner of my eye. Luckily, the hurried passersby didn't notice the
embarrassing scene.

"Hey, in public!!"

My sister bit her lip, giving me a reproachful glare. 　　"Hehe

, let's go then, let's find a quieter place. We don't register for school and get assigned dorms until tomorrow, so we'll stay at a hotel together tonight 　　.
I've already booked the room." Ignoring my sister's speechless expression, I grabbed the handle of her suitcase with my left hand, hooked my right arm around hers 　, and happily led her towards the bus stop outside the train station 　　. >>> ... The bustling streets were crowded with people hurrying by, and tall buildings and shops lined both sides of the street. The whole city was enchanting, and the air was filled with the scent of prosperity. 　　"It's so beautiful! I've seen it on TV before, but seeing it in person for the first time is still breathtaking . No wonder people say they get lost in the dazzling lights and vibrant nightlife." 　　My sister, who was new to the city, looked around curiously like a country bumpkin visiting a grand garden. 　　"Hehe, I was exactly the same as you when I first came to the city with Mom two years ago. Everything seems so new and exciting." 　　I smiled at my sister. 　　"Let's go eat first. My stomach is protesting." 　　It was past 5:30 in the evening when we arrived at the hotel near the school. After putting our luggage away, we went out to eat together. 　　"Okay, whatever you say. I'm hungry too." My sister 　　nodded. 　　"Come on, let's go get steak, it's on me." 　　I said, affectionately taking my sister's hand and heading towards our destination. 　　"Steak? What's that? Beef?" 　　My sister looked at me with a puzzled expression as we walked. 　　"Well, that..." 　　I suddenly remembered that in our rather backward rural area, cattle were an important source of agricultural productivity and income, and no family would easily slaughter them for food. Before I went to the city with my mother, I could count on one hand the number of times my sister and I had eaten beef. 　　"You'll see in a bit, it's delicious." 　　Glancing at my sister's worn-out clothes, I suddenly felt a surge of emotion and wanted to cry. I gripped her hand tightly, silently vowing . 　　"What's wrong, Xi?" 　　My sister seemed to notice my unease and looked at me with concern. 　　"Nothing, nothing... Sister, look, isn't that shop's decor especially beautiful?" 　　I quickly changed the subject. Whatever the past, it's the past now; what's important is to seize the future , isn't it? 　　Chatting with my sister the whole way, we arrived at our destination before we knew it—an elegantly and romantically decorated restaurant. 　　My sister looked at me timidly: 　　"Xi, isn't this expensive? Let's go somewhere more ordinary so we don't spend so much." 　　"Come on, it's okay, don't worry about the price. This is our first date." 　　"A...date?" 　　My sister looked at me shyly. 　　"Yes, yes." 　　I nodded firmly and pulled my sister into the restaurant. 　　We each ordered a medium-rare filet mignon and sat facing each other. The set meal arrived shortly. 　　My sister nervously imitated my knife technique, but she just couldn't cut the meat. 　　Frustrated, she glared at me, as if she were angry with the steak, took a deep breath , and then picked up the knife and fork again, diligently cutting the meat back and forth, making soft, frantic " ya ya ya" sounds. 　Seeing my sister's adorable expression, I couldn't help but cover my mouth and laugh. 　　"Come on, let me cut it into smaller pieces for you. Look, this is how you hold the knife and fork..." 　　I began to guide my sister step by step. 　　... (omitting n words of the process) 　　"Ugh, steak, steak, did I mistreat you in my past life? Is this your revenge?!" 　　After the nth failure, my sister held the knife and fork with both hands, looking dejected at the steak. 　　"Don't be sad, don't be sad. I wasn't much better than you when I first used this knife and fork . 　　Practice makes perfect." "Hmm... that's true..." 　　"Come on, open your mouth, ah... I'll feed you, hehe." 　　"No way, there are so many people here, it's too cheesy." " 　　Just pretend they're air, come on, open your mouth!" 　　"No, no..."

I forked a piece of beef to stop my sister from continuing, happily watching her resentful
gaze .

"Oh, right, sis, close your eyes, I have a surprise for you."

I looked at my sister mysteriously:

"Remember, you absolutely can't peek."

I stuck out my tongue cutely at her.

"Huh? Hmm..."

My sister looked at me with a puzzled expression and closed her eyes as I said.

I quickly took out a wishing bottle full of lucky stars from my bag and gently placed it in front of my sister.

"Okay, open your eyes."

I said sweetly in a soft voice.

"Wow... Wow!! It's so pretty."

My sister noticed the bottle on the table as soon as she opened her eyes, carefully picking it up and admiring it:

"It's so pretty, did you fold all of these?"

She pressed the bottle to her chest, looking up at me with questioning eyes as if she had received a treasure.

"Do you like it? 817 lucky stars. For the past two years, I've folded one lucky star every day and put it in this
glass bottle . Today marks the 817th day—817 days of witnessing my longing for you."

I glanced at my sister's reaction:

"Two years ago, you wouldn't believe me. Today I'll say it again, sister—I—love—you!!"

I shouted those five words, even attracting the attention of nearby diners.

Although I'd mentioned it often in our phone calls and letters, this was the first time in two years since that night
that I'd said it to her face-to-face, and I felt embarrassed.

My sister blushed and lowered her head to eat, as if pretending not to hear.

I stopped talking and buried my head in my food, only occasionally stealing glances at her.

Did she refuse? Our promise back then was…

Until I nervously finished eating, my sister, who had already finished her food, suddenly got up, walked to my side,
bent down, and kissed me on the cheek.

"This is revenge for taking advantage of me this afternoon." 　　　　　　She

said, turning and fleeing towards the bathroom. I sat there stunned, only snapping out of it after a long while. I lightly wiped my face with my hand; sure enough, it was a little greasy black pepper sauce. 　　I

quickly followed　　　　her 　　into 　　the 　　bathroom 　　… >>> ... 　　...(n words omitted) 　　"Sis, here are some clothes for you." 　　Back in the hotel room, I took out a few new clothes from my suitcase and handed them to my sister: 　　"These are specially picked out and bought for you. Try them on after you shower and see if they fit." 　　"So many! How much money did you waste? I don't want them, you wear them yourself." 　　My sister shook her head and refused. 　　"What 'you' and 'me'? I bought them according to your size. If you don't want them, I can't wear them either. Besides...besides, we 're going to weather the storms together for the rest of our lives, why be so particular?!" 　　I threw the clothes into my sister's arms. 　　"This is so cheesy!! I...I'm going to shower, aren't you going to?" 　　My sister asked awkwardly, pouting. 　　"It's almost seven o'clock, I don't even have time to shower." 　　I glanced at my sister's shy face, and suddenly felt mischievous, wanting to see her embarrassed, I added, 　　"Unless... unless we shower together." 　　"Huh?" 　　"Anyway, we're both girls, and besides, we've showered together before when we were little, do you think I'm going to eat you up?" 　　Saying this, I slowly walked to my sister's side and whispered in her ear: 　　"But, I really do want to eat you up, hehe." 　　I suppressed my laughter, pretending to be a wolf seeing a sheep, staring straight at my sister. 　　My sister was indeed startled, looking at me with an embarrassed expression. 　　I couldn't help but burst out laughing, and my sister instantly realized that I had tricked her, pouting and glaring at me. 　　"Damn it, who's afraid of who, let's shower together then." 　　Probably annoyed by me, she said, pulling me into the bathroom. 　　Once in the bathroom, after my sister closed the door... 　　"Take it off, let's shower together!" 　　My sister glared at me angrily: 　　"If you don't take it off, then I'll help you take it off!" 　　Saying this, my sister approached me step by step. 　　"I...I...I was just joking, sis...you...don't..." 　　I stammered nervously. 　　"I'm serious now." 　　"But..." 　　"No buts." 　　"Then...then let me go, I'll go get my clothes, okay..." 　　"Trying to run away?" 　　"Sis..." 　　I was genuinely scared as my sister dragged me into the bathroom and pinned me against the wall. 　　My sister is rather quiet, while I'm more outgoing. I've often joked around with her since we were little. However, it's just verbal teasing; I would never dare to actually do anything outrageous. 　　In fact, although I often tell my sister I want to kiss her, if it weren't for the overwhelming love I felt that night two years ago , and the excitement I felt when I saw her this afternoon, I wouldn't have dared to actually kiss her. 　　"This isn't funny, let's stop..." 　　"I really wasn't joking with you. We're both girls, and besides, we've showered , haven't we?" 　　My sister said, reaching behind me. 　　"Ah!!!"

Feeling the zipper of my dress being pulled down, my last shred of doubt that my sister was joking vanished. I
covered my chest with my hands, closed my eyes, crouched down, and screamed in terror.

After a while, as if nothing had happened, I timidly raised my head and saw my sister covering her mouth,
laughing maniacally at me:

"Do I look that much like a pervert?"

she teased.

"You...you...!"

I angrily grabbed the showerhead next to me, turned on the cold water, and sprayed it all over her.

"You brat, you're rebelling! I'll teach you a lesson!"

My sister dodged while searching for a weapon. Seeing the shower gel next to her, she grabbed it, unscrewed the cap,
and threw it at me. When that didn't work, she moved closer, grabbed my hand, and we started playfully wrestling for the showerhead.

After several minutes of playful bickering, we both stopped, looked at each other, and
burst into laughter at our drenched, foam-covered appearance.

"What do we do now?"

I looked at my almost completely soaked clothes and helplessly glanced at my sister.

"What time is it?"

"Seventy-ten."

I looked up at my watch.

"It seems too late to wash separately, we...we..."

My sister looked at me helplessly.

"You take your clothes off first."

"Why?"

"Because you're the older sister." "

I don't want to."

"According to the rules we had when we were little, rock, paper, scissors."

"Okay, rock...paper...scissors!! Yay, I won."

My sister looked at me triumphantly, and I lowered my head timidly.

"Turn your head away, don't peek!"

I muttered softly after hesitating for a long time.

"Anyway, we're both girls, and besides, we've been together before when we were little..."

"You still dare to say that!!"

I stomped my foot angrily, not knowing what to do.

"Okay, okay, stop arguing, if we keep going we'll miss the movie, let's take our clothes off together."

"Mm..."

Looking at my sister's sincere eyes, I nodded shyly.

After slowly taking off all our clothes, we stood facing each other, each trying to cover our private
parts with our hands.

"Xi, let's help each other take a bath."

"Huh?!"

I looked at my sister in surprise, completely stunned.

"We're both too shy to let each other see our bodies, but how are we supposed to wash like this? Let's just get it over with.
We're both girls, what's there to be afraid of? Besides... and I want to relive the warmth of our childhood.
When , Grandma was always busy, and we used to bathe each other all the time, didn't we?"

Relive that childhood happiness? Was my sister subtly expressing her love for me? Even

though we've acknowledged our relationship, she's never said "I love you" to me . 　　I stared blankly, head down, thinking, until my sister noticed me approaching. 　　"Ah!!" 　　Suddenly, I felt a soft hand sliding down my back. 　　"It's just scrubbing your back, why are you making such a fuss..." 　　My sister glared at me, speechless. I made a face at her sheepishly. 　　Being girls, after the initial awkwardness, we both relaxed and carefully washed bodies. 　　"Not here, I'll do it myself, I'll... I'll feel it." 　　My sister suddenly crossed her arms and hugged her chest tightly. 　　I looked at my sister strangely, feeling a mix of confusion: I knew breasts were a sensitive area , but I never felt anything special when I washed them in the shower. 　　My sister seemed to realize she'd said something wrong and quickly covered her mouth, burying her head and falling silent. 　　I stole a glance at her; her cheeks were slightly flushed, her full breasts stood proudly erect, and her slender, sexy legs were as alluring as a lotus emerging from water. 　　For the first time, I, a girl myself, felt a strange, erotic urge towards another girl's body: if… if I were lying on my sister's naked, soft body, it would probably… probably be more comfortable than hugging a pillow or something… " 　　Hey, what are you thinking about? We're running out of time," 　　my sister said, looking at me speechlessly. 　　I blushed instantly, shook my head, and turned away from my sister's body, but the scenes from just now were even clearer in my mind ... 　　　　　　>>> 　　... Your user group cannot download or view attachments. Ugh, the title made me think it was normal, but it turns out it's about homosexuality. I actually thought it was yuri (lesbian romance). Well, actually, it's not bad, after all, this kind is still a minority. It's pretty good. It's similar to a Japanese anime. There's also a crossdressing anime like this, but how come I found it in the incest section? Shouldn't it be something different? It feels good. The clean parts are written quite comfortably, with a surprising feeling. Actually, it's good if it stays clean like this. Keep it up, author! Back in college, there were a few couples at my school. I was quite curious about how they had sex. I found that the average quality of gay men and yuri women is higher than the overall average. Why is that? It's very pure, and the subtle language makes it easier to make associations. It's good, this is my favorite kind. It's a pity I can't see the attachments - I can only copy and paste. I'm really looking forward to the next volume, to be honest. There were a few couples in vocational school. I personally prefer reading this kind of thing.

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