My sister and I's true story

I am Xiao Huai. I have committed incest. The intense guilt, unease, and embarrassment accompanied me
because I knew it was wrong, an act worse than that of an animal. But the feeling was indescribable. Knowing it was wrong, yet
unable to resist... Those with experience know what I'm talking about...
It happened when I was in junior high school. I was in the second year, and my sister was in the third. Back then, we slept in the same bed
(the kids slept in a dormitory).
Actually, I had spied on my sister while she was showering several times, but I could never really see
the secret under that tuft of pubic hair up close. The less I could see, the more curious I became.
One time, the opportunity came. That night, I was studying late for my exam the next day. Everyone else was asleep
, and I couldn't fall asleep in bed. I mischievously tried to wake my sister next to me to keep me company, but she didn't wake up after shaking me for a while
. Suddenly, a wicked thought came to mind.
While shaking her, I deliberately touched her breasts. Later, I simply placed my hand on her breasts and gently stroked them. Surprisingly,
she didn't react. It felt so good and comfortable.
He pushed his luck, deliberately placing his hand on her crotch, feeling
the shape through her thin panties. He even deliberately straddled her thighs, pressing down on his hand to prevent her from waking up and allowing him to pretend
to be asleep.
While touching her, he watched her, but she seemed unresponsive. Gradually, he became unsatisfied. He secretly
slipped his fingers inside her crotch, tracing the soft flesh of her vulva, feeling it. After sliding his fingers in for a while
without any reaction, he started to feel unsatisfied. Suddenly, he remembered he had a flashlight for use during a typhoon. So, he grabbed the flashlight and
lifted a corner of her pants. Oh my god—I finally saw her private parts!
Sparse pubic hair and a full, wrinkled vulva. Pulling the fabric open a little more, he finally saw the slit.
At this point, he was so nervous that his breathing became rapid, his throat was dry, and his hands were trembling…
I think anyone who's done something like this knows that the feeling is more exciting than anything else. It's because of the danger that it's
arousing. If my sister found out and told our parents, I'd be beaten to death. Before, I was caught peeping at her showering and she
told our mom. Of course, it's incredibly shameful, and I would never admit it, but I still got scolded and beaten
.
That night, I just stared at my sister's private parts, masturbating. Afterward, I finally fell asleep, feeling sleepy
. This was the first time I'd done something so close to incest with my sister.
I've read a lot of erotic literature about incest before. Some of the content involves talking to relatives for a few words,
or even easily doing it, and some even go straight to sex, with people constantly moaning "So good, I want it!"
I usually skip those because they seem too fake.
Incest can't happen in one go unless the people involved don't know it's incest or are not fully
conscious. Otherwise, you'll think a lot, and at least the other person needs to cooperate for you to succeed.
It's because of the intense guilt and the inability to withstand failure. If one party is unwilling or resists,
success is almost impossible. And if it fails, how will you face your family? How will your family
live with someone who is worse than an animal? These are things you'll consider, and things that might happen.
I apologize for using the term "worse than an animal" to describe incest, but honestly, that's how it felt at the time
. Afterwards, you feel like a beast, how could you do such a thing to your family? But at that moment, blood rushes to your head, and animalistic instincts
far outweigh moral constraints. The feeling at that moment is even more exciting and pleasurable than your first time with your girlfriend.
So no matter how much you try to restrain yourself, you can't help yourself. You do it first, then worry about the consequences. I'll stop here for now, secretly
typing out this secret. I can't let my family or wife know. I'll finish writing later when I have time.
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After trying every possible method, I finally got to have sexual contact with my sister. I thrust on her for the first time and tried to ejaculate on her
. Later, I got hooked and often deliberately slept next to her. She's the kind of person who doesn't feel anything when she's asleep. So
, I'd lie next to her, shake her, and if she didn't react, I'd slowly and deliberately straddle her. If she still didn't
react, I'd become bolder and put my hand inside her panties to touch her, or pull down a corner of her panties to look at her vulva,
smell her scent, and masturbate.
I
remember those panties were particularly tight; it took a lot of effort to pull them open, which was not only difficult but also very nerve-wracking, afraid of
waking her. But I found that this actually worked very well, making my heart pound wildly, the stimulation
was off the charts, and after I ejaculated, I felt completely exhausted.
So I kept looking for opportunities at night to rape my sister in this way for a while. The aftereffects gradually appeared
. I was listless in class, couldn't concentrate, and my grades fell far behind. Although I was beaten and scolded, I felt
a strange pleasure in it. I knew I shouldn't have done it, but I did it anyway. Every night when I saw my sister sleeping soundly, I couldn't resist and
resorted to the same old tricks. Whether it was youthful vigor,
the
taste of my first orgasm, or the thrill of incest, masturbating in that way
was much more stimulating than doing it alone. Even ten years later, when I had sex with my girlfriend, I couldn't reach that level
. A few seconds before ejaculation, an unusual tingling sensation filled my lower abdomen. With each release, the semen gushed out, followed by a
blankness—the feeling was indescribable. Even years later, when I tried so hard to have sex with my sister, it wasn't as stimulating.
This went on for about six months. At night, I would wait until my sister was sound asleep before making my move. I gradually figured out when she
would fall into a deep sleep, and I became bolder and bolder, finding it increasingly difficult to satisfy this masturbation routine.
The most difficult time was when my sister had her period. On one hand, she was easily awakened, and on the other hand, she wore safety
shorts, making it impossible to take advantage of her. Once, the sanitary napkin manufacturer sent me some trial tampons. I discovered she
wasn't wearing a panty liner, so I secretly used a flashlight to peek, trying to figure out where the tampon's insertion hole was.
As soon as I pulled up her crotch, she woke up with a start and asked what I was doing. I quickly said I was looking for something. Luckily, she
only gave me a strange look and, in her dazed state, didn't realize that looking for something meant going through her underwear. It scared me half to death!
I was sweating profusely, but thankfully she didn't really wake up and went back to sleep. That's when I realized you can't touch your sister when she's menstruating.
Back then, in junior high, we had a biology class where we dissected frogs and used ether to anesthetize them, making them unconscious. This made me
think I could use it to anesthetize my sister so I could do whatever I wanted to her. So, I
secretly filled a small bottle with ether from an eye drop bottle in the school lab and brought it home.
After my sister fell asleep, I soaked some ether in toilet paper and held it to her nose, thinking I'd wait half an
hour until she was unconscious before doing anything. Later, I realized I was wrong. The sedative effect is related to body size. It might work on a small frog
, but it's not enough for a person.
Maybe I was lucky, but this time my sister didn't wake up. She thought the ether had taken effect. After shaking her
to confirm she couldn't possibly wake up, I pulled down her underwear, revealing sparse pubic hair, but I
couldn't pull it all the way down to get a full view of her private parts. I didn't dare to take off all her panties, so I changed
my approach.
I spread her legs apart, pulling a slit open her crotch. Not satisfied with just that, I
bent the leg closest to me, finally getting a glimpse of the world between her thighs and smelling a slightly sour, fishy odor.
Of course, it wasn't just for peeping. I took off my own panties, knelt between her legs, and
slowly inserted my already painfully hard penis through the gap in her pants. Damn! I don't know if it was excitement, fear, or stimulation
, but I felt my whole body trembling and my legs going weak.
Finally, I fulfilled my dream, letting my genitals touch hers. It felt so warm and soft.
To be honest, I had no idea what to do next, or if I was going to have sex, I didn't know if I was going to penetrate her (it's better not to know
, otherwise I would definitely wake her up in pain). So I just rubbed it between her opening and her panties.
It was probably too stimulating. After about ten or twenty thrusts, a wave of tingling and numbness washed over me, and my lower body involuntarily shuddered. I thrust
a few more times, and all my semen poured out. My mind went blank; I ejaculated into my sister's vagina and underwear. After ejaculating ,
I almost collapsed onto my sister, my body weak and sore. It took me a long time to come to my senses before I quickly cleaned up the mess. This was my
first physical contact with my sister, my first time
thrusting on her, my first contact with her genitals, and my first time ejaculating on her. Why do I keep emphasizing this time? Although there was no actual penetration, it was
the most intense and pleasurable experience I've ever had in my life, apart from that one time with my sister. I don't know
how other people who have committed incest feel; I'm just expressing myself frankly and directly.
As psychologists say, pleasure stems from guilt. If one day incest were not a crime, if it were justified
, and family members—parents, siblings, and cousins—could openly have sex, perhaps this kind of incestuous pleasure would disappear
.
There's no fancy formatting or rhetoric here, just in case the urge and feeling to write fade away. Please forgive any awkwardness or typos
. I'll stop here for now. Thanks for reading.
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In order to achieve real intercourse with my sister and enjoy the pleasure of penetration, I tried every possible method
. After the first time, there was a second and a third, and each time I tried to improve, to
make myself more comfortable and closer to real intercourse. Although I didn't actually penetrate, I always wanted to experience that
feeling of penetration. I discovered that the tighter my sister's pants were, the stronger the pleasure from friction.
One of her underwear had elastic bands on the thighs. When I pulled up the edge of the underwear and
penetrated, it created a space that was just right to tightly enclose my sensitive glans.
The feeling of being tightly wrapped was easy to feel pleasure, but it was also easy to make my sister awake or reflexively move.
It was that unconscious, uncomfortable resistance, turning over or using my hands to push the penis away. At first, I was terrified
, quickly pulling out the penis that was giving me pleasure and jumping away. But after a few times, when I determined it was okay, I would just stop moving
, supporting myself on my sister's body with my hands, and then slowly thrust again. The thrill of being discovered was actually
more intoxicating.
I did this less than ten times. At first, I would always pull out my penis before ejaculating to avoid soiling my underwear, but
eventually I became too lazy to pull it out and played even more recklessly, ejaculating right in front of my sister's vaginal opening. I just tried to ejaculate at the opening
so as not to soil my underwear, which would be difficult to clean. But after a while, I got tired of it and gradually lost the pleasure.
I remember secretly watching my parents make love. My dad liked to bend my mom's legs and then penetrate her from the front
. I thought that was the only way to truly enter my sister's honey hole, and that it would be more comfortable. This idea was
gradually pushing me to the edge of danger.
It's no longer fun to just insert diagonally between her thighs and underwear. If I were to aim directly at the opening, I could probably
go in all at once and enjoy the pleasure of penetration. My sister is sleeping so soundly, she definitely won't notice, right? Back then
, I was ignorant and didn't know the symbolic meaning of losing one's virginity for a girl, nor did I know that it would wake a woman up in pain. If I had known,
of course I wouldn't have tried it so easily.
I finally prepared the scissors and waited until nightfall. Calculating the cycle of my sister entering deep sleep, the time was right
. I took the scissors and cut a hole in the middle of my sister's underwear, just the right size to accommodate my penis. I slightly
spread my sister's legs, took out a flashlight, and shone it inside. I could see the little red opening inside her vagina.
The excitement I hadn't felt in a long time came back.
Trembling hands, labored breathing, a wildly beating heart, tightly biting lips, dry mouth, and off-the-charts tension...
I thought today must be it, a feeling of impending doom washing over me, my body burning with excitement,
naively believing that tonight I could finally taste the legendary "real" pleasure.
Controlling my slightly trembling hands, I held my penis, aiming it at the hole in my underwear. With difficulty, I managed to squeeze it in
, feeling the indentation of flesh with the glans. I gently pushed it further in, pressing my hips forward. That should be enough
, right? But I didn't feel that sense of being enveloped by the flesh. Was it not enough? Should I push it in a little further? Still
no feeling?
He pulled out his penis and shone a flashlight on it, looking at his sister's vulva. There was a small red hole in the crevice, not
very deep. He then inserted his penis into the hole in her panties, using the glans to spread her labia, adjusting the angle to penetrate deeper.
He vaguely felt the warmth and resistance at the entrance. He thrust in deeply
...
"Ouch~ It hurts~" His sister suddenly sat up. "Brother, what are you doing? Get away! You're pressing on me! What's that on your hand
that hurts me so much?" "My sister really woke up in pain, rubbing her sore spot where I had touched her and asking me what was wrong. I was terrified
and went limp. I deliberately picked up the flashlight and tried the same trick again, saying, 'I was looking for something, and I accidentally
hurt you, sister. I'm sorry!'
??? 'Wait a minute? You're acting strange. You're up in the middle of the night, pressing down on me and making me
hurt so much. What are you doing instead of sleeping? I have class tomorrow.' My sister was half-convinced, looking at me and then at her underwear
. Luckily, she didn't see the hole in her underwear. She seemed a little doubtful, but she was too sleepy to pay attention to me
and went back to sleep.
??? The next day after school, I found my sister crying in the living room after being scolded by my mother. My mother was scolding my sister for playing around and
tearing her underwear. She said that girls should be more careful and not play so wildly. If she tore her underwear, how would she get married
?"
I don't know if my sister understood. Seeing her innocent look
made me want to laugh, but I felt guilty for getting her scolded. My conscience bothered me for a while. My sister glanced at me, and I, feeling guilty, quickly ran away. This
made me behave for a long time. During summer vacation
,
a classmate introduced me to a factory job to earn some pocket money. The workers there were all older men, several years my senior.
One time, my sister forgot her house key and came to the factory to find me. The male colleagues suddenly noticed a
slender woman coming in, and when they realized it was my sister, they all looked at me with envy, causing a stir.
"Wow~ I didn't know you had such a beautiful sister! How about we introduce you? I'll be your brother-in-law, I'll definitely treat
you very well," my instructor assured me, patting his chest.
"
No, no, absolutely not! He has tons of girlfriends. You can choose me, handsome and rich, no problem,"
Xiao Chen chimed in.
"Little brother~ if you introduce me to your sister, I'll treat you." Wow~ I just realized how charming my sister is.
Is she really that beautiful? Listening to their praise, I realized for the first time that she's quite a beauty.
Hearing them say that, I felt so lucky to have such a beautiful sister, and I'd
even secretly taken advantage of her several times. A sudden pang of jealousy struck me: "With me here~ you can forget about it!"
It
's been a long time since I've done anything to my sister. The time she got scolded, she glared at me. I felt like she knew something
, but she didn't have any proof. She probably didn't want to think so badly of her own brother. But when she sleeps, she seems to be doing it on purpose
, sleeping far away from me, which makes me a little uneasy.
Then I finally remembered the bottle of ether I hadn't finished using. I thought I'd use it to drug my sister; it was all or nothing
. The thought of enjoying my beautiful sister again excited me, and my penis
started to stir. Back then, I became so wicked, all for the sake of my sister! I'm
a little too lazy to continue writing now, not because of the lack of response (being willing to share your thoughts is already a huge support),
but because I initially had an impulse to write down my "past," my experiences. Perhaps it would allow me to release some of
the secrets bottled up inside, and through reminiscing, relive the excitement and pleasure of that time. I found it quite enjoyable.
However, while I can express it quickly in words, putting it into writing is difficult. The complexity of the situation and my mind at the time is hard
to describe. Gradually, my senses dulled, and I felt a sense of boredom. The excitement I felt while typing gradually cooled down
, and I also had to be careful not to be discovered, especially by my wife.
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It was a sweltering summer afternoon. It was so hot that even the air from the fan was hot. The sun outside was scorching, so
I could only take a nap at home. The indoor temperature was also lower than my body temperature, so I was either too hot to sleep or too sleepy.
I was the one who couldn't sleep, but my sister was the type who
slept very soundly, as long as the environment wasn't too bad. It was because of this that I had the opportunity to take advantage of her, which indirectly led to my lewd sister-in-law experiences.
Sleeping in the same bed as my sister was suffocating, and my restless mind started wandering again. But it was broad
daylight, and doing such things felt strange. I had originally planned to go out to school to play basketball and vent my energy
, but as I got out of bed to put on my shoes, I glanced back at my sister.
That glance reignited my wicked thoughts. My sister was lying face inwards, wearing loose underwear that day. From the side of the bed
, I could see a glimpse of her vulva from behind, along the gap between her underwear and thighs. Usually,
I had to use a flashlight to peek at night, but now, with the light, I could see it very clearly.
This made my penis hard again, as if telling me there was an opportunity and I shouldn't leave. I climbed onto the bed
and gently parted the edge of her underwear, staring wide-eyed. I could see her full, pink vulva clearly,
a hundred times more stimulating than any picture. My heart was pounding in my chest. I calculated that my sister had been asleep
for about half an hour. I remembered the book saying that 90 minutes was a deep sleep cycle. I thought
if I could be patient a little longer, I could do whatever I wanted. Besides, it was broad daylight, and Mom and Dad weren't home, so it would definitely be exciting.
While waiting, I secretly looked at my sister's body. Her face was a little chubby, and the profile looked pretty good.
Her eyes were closed, her nose wasn't very straight, but the tip was slightly upturned. Her lips were slightly parted because she was asleep, revealing her teeth, and her prominent canine
teeth were a bit sharp. At that time, I didn't know the definition of beauty; I just felt she looked like a character from a Japanese manga—
cute, that's all.
It was probably time. I deliberately shook my sister, but she was still sleeping on her side with her back to me and didn't react much. I knelt behind her
, took out my throbbing erection, pulled down her pants, and gently pushed it inside. It was the first time I clearly saw my penis.
The contact with my sister's vulva felt indescribably pleasurable; my glans was flushed and shiny.
While worrying about whether she would wake up, I watched my glans rub against her virgin private parts. After a short while,
a wave of tingling and numbness washed over me, and I ejaculated. That's when I realized how
intense the stimulation and pleasure of watching genital contact was. I even wondered if I had premature ejaculation,
having ejaculated in less than three minutes of friction, without even actual penetration.
Yes, that thought—"not actually penetrating"—was what got me. I wanted real intercourse,
especially in broad daylight, to watch my penis penetrate my sister's honeypot. Just thinking about it made me hard again.
After cleaning the semen off my sister's legs, I felt unsatisfied and started planning for actual penetration again
. But my sister might wake up. What would I do if she did? How would I explain? This made my hard
penis go soft again.
Then I remembered my bottle of ether. Perfect! With it, I could treat my sister like a frog—
not dissecting her, of course, I couldn't bear to do that to my beautiful sister. I just wanted to open her alluring thighs, reveal her honey pot, and
then insert my penis... No matter how I played with her, she wouldn't wake up. The thought of my plan succeeding perfectly,
and right now, made me want to cheer!
I found the bottle of ether, soaked some in toilet paper, and held it to my sister's nose so she could inhale it. But
my hand got tired after a while. I had an idea. I gently turned my sister's body so she was lying on her back, and then
dripped two drops onto her philtrum...
"Brother!" "What are you doing?" "What is this?" "It's making me itchy!" My sister woke up, rubbing the
spot where I had dripped the ether, and scolded me. I almost rolled off the bed in fright. After my sister fell asleep again, I tried dripping two drops onto my own
philtrum. Sure enough, it itched. No wonder my sister woke up.
Looking at my sister's alluring thighs, and the alluring virgin territory between them, I pondered whether to continue
. Reason ultimately couldn't overcome lust; I decided that no matter what, I had to succeed today.
Feeling that my sister was fast asleep again, I squatted on the bed, my hands resting on my knees, holding a piece of toilet
paper soaked in ether, about a centimeter from my sister's nose.
While the family was asleep, I secretly typed a bit. It's too late, I'm going to sleep now.
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For my beloved sister, besides love, there was also lust. Knowing it was inviolable, I always let desire take precedence. I firmly believe that
there are many truly promiscuous people among those with Oedipus complexes, sister complexes, or other sexual orientations. But after the truth comes out, how many are as lucky as me
?
My hand ached as I watched my sister sleeping soundly on the bed, her breathing even. Her breasts rose and
fell with her breath. I'd only glanced at them occasionally before, never showing any interest, but now, seeing her budding breasts, I
suddenly felt a strange surge of emotion.
The daylight was bright, and under her thin nightgown, I could vaguely see the two darker points in the center
. Although they were just two small points pushing up her top, they piqued my interest.
I leaned down and curiously sniffed them. There was no milky scent, but I could smell the fragrance of her skin
. I wondered if there was a warm, comforting scent emanating from her. Suddenly, I felt a surge of warmth and excitement. I removed the ether-soaked
tissue and began to caress her freely, even finding her nipples with my lips through her nightgown and kissing them
.
"Mmm~" My sister stirred slightly. I quickly pulled my mouth and hand away, thinking, "It's
been over ten minutes. If it were a frog, it would have been unconscious by now. Why is it still reacting?" I changed to another tissue and waited another ten minutes
.
I called out "Sister" twice and shook her shoulder, but there was no response! Great! I took off my pants and pulled my sister's
underwear down to her calves. It was the first time I'd seen her body from the waist down so openly. Her white and full abdomen
was just like the descriptions in adult books—smooth, white, and flawless like porcelain. I couldn't resist touching it, feeling
the delicate smoothness of her skin.
This wasn't my ultimate goal. After enjoying it for a moment, my gaze continued downwards, reaching those alluring
mounds and the cleft between them, covered with sparse fine hairs. I deliberately stroked it with my hand; it was so soft and
comfortable, like soft down.
Naturally, I pressed my face close to my sister's lower abdomen, my nose near the cleft, sniffing and trying to
inhale her scent. Although I knew that was where she urinated, it didn't feel dirty at all; instead,
it gave me a strange feeling. I don't know why.
Afterwards, I watched Discovery Channel or animal channels, and seeing animals behave this way, these images,
suddenly made things clear to me. Of course, those animals couldn't compare to my fairy-like sister, and I'm not
a wild beast from the African savanna, but I thought maybe they were emitting sex pheromones, animal instincts.
Not satisfied with just smelling, I used the tip of my nose to probe into her folds, smelling a little fishy and fragrant. I kissed and caressed
her private parts, playing with them, becoming somewhat uncontrollable. I reached down and started rubbing and soothing my
penis.
But I seemed to have a feeling that whenever the tip of my nose occasionally touched the top of her vulva, the inside of her thigh
would twitch.
Worried, I quickly looked up at her face; her eyes were still closed. Thank goodness, I reassured myself
. If she were really awake, she would probably be angry and wouldn't tolerate my frivolous behavior.
Since that's the case, I'm relieved. Since I've already gone this far, I might as well go all the way. Taking advantage of my sister's rare deep sleep, I boldly
pulled down her panties completely and admired her. Wow! So perfect! I was so moved. Finally, I got my fill of pleasure, savoring
my sister's lower body: her plump belly, her long, fair legs, and the alluring, finely haired mound of hair.
It was time. At that moment, I felt dizzy, short of breath, and my mouth was dry. I could feel my heart pounding, and my lower abdomen
burning with discomfort. A long-lost excitement filled my entire body—a discomfort mixed with a burning
, exhilarating pleasure. I wanted to scream out loud.
I gently spread my sister's thighs, then knelt between them, pressing my thighs together to spread them further apart. The sight
was almost unbearable, as her inner thighs were completely exposed. My penis seemed to sense it too; it was not only
incredibly hard but also throbbing with my heartbeat, eager to try. Then, my sister suddenly made a big movement…
She usually sleeps with a small blanket covering her waist, but she suddenly pulled it up to cover
her face. Almost simultaneously, I nimbly jumped off the bed, landing silently on the floor
beside it. I don't know where the strength came from, but it was like the light-footed skill from a martial arts novel, leaping across rooftops without making a sound.
I lowered my head, bracing myself for my sister's scolding. I thought I was done for. I wasn't wearing pants, and I'd taken off her underwear. Even if she wasn't very
bright, she'd know what I was doing. I was caught red-handed; there was no need to explain. I was just worried about
what would happen if she told Mom and Dad.
I crouched by the bed, head down, waiting for ages with no movement. I peeked up and
laughed self-deprecatingly. How could I be so timid? How could I possibly rape my sister if I was so scared
? Looking at my sister on the bed, she was so beautiful. She was showing even more now. Before, I couldn't see her belly button, but now
her slender waist and ribs near her chest were exposed, a whole slender curve in front of my eyes, so tempting. It was a
pity I couldn't see her breasts yet, but peeking between her ribs, I could vaguely see the lower
half of her white breasts.
Lust clouded my judgment, and evil thoughts arose from my heart. Normally, I would have thought, "Why is my sister like this? Is she
awake?" But now I was just glad the opportunity was rare. My sister was probably afraid of the light, covering her face, and even lifting the blanket
to reveal more. What was I waiting for? I mounted her and got on the bed to try again.
As soon as I got into bed, I noticed my sister's legs were closed again, though the blanket still covered her face. That was even better; otherwise,
I'd feel guilty looking at her face.
I spread her legs again, and the sight aroused my penis once more. Her vagina was slightly open,
the entrance clearly visible and glistening pink in the bright light. I couldn't resist any longer. Without a word, I knelt down,
adjusted my penis, and thrust it into her vulva.
My sister seemed to sense something and squeezed her legs together slightly. Actually, if I had paid attention to her facial expression and her
slightly tense thighs, I probably wouldn't have done that. I took it as a natural reaction and focused only on the exciting insertion
scene. I moved closer, parted the labia on both sides of the opening, made sure I was aiming at the opening, and then pushed in.
"Little brother~ what are you doing? This is too much! How could you do this to me? I'm your sister! I'm going to tell Mom and Dad!
Let's see what you've done!" My sister shouted almost hysterically. I was stunned and stood there, completely dumbfounded. To be honest,
I was really dumbfounded and didn't know what to do. I only knew that I was going to be beaten to death.
"Sister~ no! You'll be beaten to death! I won't do it again! Please don't tell Mom and Dad!" I was so scared that I wanted
to die. It really was true. My sister usually took good care of me and loved me. I shouldn't have bullied her like this. And this kind of thing happening
in a very traditional family was a bolt from the blue. Not only would I be hung up and beaten, but I might also be
sent to the police station.
I remember forgetting I was naked at the time; my erect penis had long since drooped. I just
grabbed my sister and cried, begging her not to tell anyone. I even said I didn't want to live (I was out of my mind and
talking nonsense). My sister was frightened by my state and finally softened.
"You're holding me, how can I get dressed? Hurry up and put your pants on!" My sister blushed and put on her own
clothes, throwing her pants at me. Only then did she realize I was still naked. In the end, my sister couldn't bear to tell our parents, and
I never offended her again. I would only occasionally peek at her showering and masturbating, but I never dared to let her find out.
After this incident, my sister deliberately guarded against me. For example, she wouldn't wear casual clothes at home anymore; she would
be more careful not to dress too revealingly. She would even wear long pants and pajamas to bed, just to avoid arousing my evil thoughts. I
also tried to go out and participate in outdoor sports to avoid fantasizing about my sister's body, lest I commit a crime.
Don't assume that chaotic experiences are always beautiful; they can easily end up on the front page of the news. I'm so glad my sister loves me so much; she
didn't report me or hate me much, otherwise it would have been really embarrassing. Some people say incest is just about satisfying sexual
desire, without true love, but I don't think so.
I've never had a girlfriend, not because I haven't had suitable partners or opportunities, but because I haven't been
able to find a woman like my sister. If one day I'm not married and my sister isn't married either, and we both grow old like this, I
'll tell my sister I want to marry her and grow old together; that would be better than marrying another woman.
Of course, that's impossible. My sister probably only has sibling affection for me, something I realized later.
So I found a wife who looks a lot like my sister. After that, whenever someone tells me my wife looks a bit like my sister, I
feel quite happy.
I did have a relationship with my sister once, several years later, under certain circumstances. I deliberately made it happen
, and I'm grateful for that one time, fulfilling a long-held wish, even though it was only once. Afterwards
, my sister clearly told me she regretted it; it was wrong. I also know that it can never happen again, which is why I actively
sought out a woman who could replace my sister in my heart.
I apologize for not presenting this in the form of erotic writing, and I knew it wouldn't be well-received. I just did it as I pleased ;
it wasn't for applause or points. Whether it's true or not is up to me, whether you believe it or not is up to you. After writing it, I read it myself
. If it's 90% true, the 10% that's not true is just to connect with lost memories, which doesn't matter anyway
.
Like Da Hui's "those 'heart-pounding memories' are more exciting than actual sex," and "
the deepest snoring is when you're just falling asleep, how do I know?" "Hehe." "I understand that, it's an open secret."
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??? He used every trick in the book, just to fulfill his long-held wish and get his sister to have a relationship with him. It's blatant, blatantly selfish
and wicked—basically, the kind of tactics men use to get women into bed. The key point is that I'm her brother??
Should I write about the time I had sex with my sister? I did write it, but it just doesn't feel right. I don't know why
. I really can't fully describe the feeling. I only know that the process was very pleasurable and comfortable, but maybe it's because I still feel dirty and
guilty. Later, when I had sex with my wife, I couldn't find that feeling, even though she resembles my sister in some ways.
Once upon a time, when my sister was dating her boyfriend (my future brother-in-law), I was so disappointed. I secretly asked my sister
how it felt the first time. She shook her head and quickly said that nothing happened between them. But having been with my sister for so long, she can't
lie. Her expression told me everything.
Unable to withstand my repeated questioning, she nodded in agreement, her face flushed. She looked so cute and charming. 　　I asked again, "Was it comfortable?"
" 　　Oh~ it hurt so much that time, I…" She suddenly stopped talking, realizing she shouldn't have told me these things. 　　"Why are you asking these questions? It's so embarrassing, I'm ignoring you," she said, pretending to be angry, but really just shy. 　　"Sis~ I don't have a girlfriend yet, I just want to get to know her, why are you being so mysterious?" I teased her and then stormed off angrily. 　　"No~ Okay~ Don't be angry~ Be good~ Listen to me~" I hesitated. 　　"Okay~ What do you want to know~ It's embarrassing, hurry up and ask, or I'll regret it." Ha~ This trick 　　worked! I knew I could take advantage of my sister's weakness for me. 　　"And then?" Actually, I didn't know what to ask, subconsciously I just wanted to know my sister's private life. 　　"And then what?" My sister's face turned even redder, wow~ so beautiful, this future brother-in-law, he's too lucky. 　　"What was it like afterwards?" Afraid that my sister would regret it, I quickly asked, and my little brother couldn't help but start to get hard. 　　"It hurt a little at first, but after a few times it felt good. Sometimes it felt so good I wanted to moan, but I was too embarrassed 　　. Ugh, so embarrassing! You'll know if you ask your girlfriend later," 　　my sister said shyly. I was going crazy listening to her. I pictured her lying on the bed, looking blissfully ecstatic as she was being penetrated . 　　When she talked about it, I got the feeling that my beautiful, elegant sister was showing a different 　　, more wanton side in bed. I wanted to be with her, to make love with her, to experience forbidden love. Just thinking about it made me painfully hard, and I went to the bathroom to masturbate. 　　I even asked her when she realized my intentions, when she knew I was about to cross the line, and why she didn't stop me. 　　My sister thought for a moment, "When I found out you cut the hole in my underwear with scissors, I already guessed it, but I didn't want to admit 　　it. My lovely brother would do such a thing to me, and I didn't know how to tell Mom. I couldn't just say you cut it, and besides 　　, Mom would wonder why you would cut my underwear. So I just tore it up to look like a rip." 　　She continued, "And that time, I woke up to find you on top of me, and you had taken off my underwear. I didn't 　　know what to do, I was so embarrassed, so I covered my face with the blanket. Partly, I wanted you to know I was awake and not to continue 　　, but you continued, and it hurt so much. I couldn't pretend anymore, so I had to..." 　　"Oh, sister, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I knew my sister loved me and had always tolerated everything I did to her. 　　Did she love me too? I asked my sister if she had even a little bit of romantic love for me. She just smiled and told me not to overthink it 　　. Oh God, if I could do it all over again, I would choose to be her boyfriend. 　　???????????????????????????????????? (over) 　　?

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