Shoot my own sister

It's been over six months since my last post (I discovered my sister was secretly watching porn on my computer). It's not that I didn't want to post, but nothing else has happened between us. After that incident, she talked to me for two hours, giving me a long lecture. Basically, she said continuing wouldn't benefit anyone, and that I'd feel incredibly regretful and scared afterward. In the end, I promised her I wouldn't ask her to do that again; I wouldn't bring up those topics anymore, and we'd pretend it never happened. But

in the past six months, it's no wonder I've had thoughts. I often go to her room to steal her underwear and masturbate; I frequently update my porn, hoping she'll come over to watch, but she rarely comes to use the computer.

Now, I want to thank the TV series *Ghost Blows Out the Light*. She likes this series, and she's a fan of Ethan Juan. The past two Saturday nights, she watched it on her phone, and some of the scary scenes startled her, so she came to my room and asked me to watch it with her. Of course, I was happy to. That night, she wore loose shorts and a matching tank top. I caught a glimpse of her pink underwear under her shorts, and my thoughts raced uncontrollably. Luckily, she was on her period that day, otherwise I might have forced myself on her. I endured

a agonizing week. I thought about many things that week, even resorting to force if necessary. On Saturday night, I prepared a large bag of snacks and drinks. She arrived as scheduled, eating and watching TV. Around 11 pm, after three episodes of her drama had finished, she was tidying up her trash and preparing to leave when I pulled her hand and made her sit down, saying, "Sis, I have something to tell you." Then I pushed her onto the bed, sat on her lap, and grabbed her hands. She resisted slightly for a moment but then gave up. She sighed softly and said, "Get down, it hurts me." I didn't get up, but instead leaned forward, still pressing my weight against her, and said, "I've thought about it these past few days. As long as we keep things in check, even if we make love, it won't affect our future relationship; as long as we're careful, no one will know; can you honestly say you haven't had any thoughts lately?" She asked, "What thoughts?" At this point, I released her hands and grabbed her breasts, saying, "Thoughts about making love." She shook her head and said, "No," trying to push away my hands as I rubbed her breasts. I rubbed them harder and said, "Really no?" She still shook her head and said, "Really no." I didn't say anything more, lifted her clothes and bra, and directly rubbed, swept, and pinched her breasts. She tried to push me away, but I held her down firmly. I rubbed for a few minutes, and then she stopped resisting. Just as I was getting tired and about to stop, she said, "Okay! You win, I have thought about it. Can you let me get up? You're pressing down on me so hard." There was no foreplay, and we made love once, during which I took a few photos. (I won't describe the details due to my limited writing skills.) After wiping the semen off her stomach and pubic hair, she told me, "You can't force me like this anymore, I don't like it; I decide when to do it, don't ask; and find a girlfriend quickly; prepare condoms later, withdrawal is bad for your health; I'll tell you if you need anything else." I said, "How often can we do it?" She smiled and said, "I don't know, it depends on my mood, maybe once a month, maybe twice, maybe half a year, don't overthink it." I said, "Okay, it's better than nothing." After saying that, I gave her a drink and a few packets of pork jerky, and drank some water myself. We leaned against each other, eating snacks and drinking without saying a word, feeling each other's body temperature and resting for a few minutes. She got dressed and got out of bed, saying, "I'm going to the bathroom." I asked, "Will you come back later?" She shook her head without thinking, "No." I got anxious, holding my hard-on again, and said, "Look at it, it's like this again, let's do it again later." She thought for a moment and nodded, "Okay! Whatever makes you happy." Before leaving, she even made a face at me!

Five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes, thirty minutes passed, and there was still no sound. I didn't dare to go directly to her! I watched some porn, masturbated, and went to sleep when I heard a noise outside the door—the sound of high heels. Before I could even think, the door opened. She came in, and I was blinded by her beauty! She was wearing a pink slip dress (the one she bought as a bridesmaid at her classmate's wedding), the skirt didn't reach her knees, and the top was quite low, revealing a third of her cleavage. She wore black stockings and high heels; her hair was up in a bun with a few floral hair accessories, her face was lightly made up, and she wore lipstick, wafting a faint fragrance. Seeing me staring at her, she said, "So, what do you guys like? Do you like this?" I unconsciously nodded. "You're really beautiful." I looked at my sticky body and said, "I'm going to take a shower, wait for me." Without waiting for her reply, I ran out and showered as fast as I could. Back in the room, she was sitting on the bed watching porn on my computer. When she saw me, she stood up. I closed the door, walked over to her, and hugged her from the front. Her soft breasts pressed tightly against me; the texture told me she wasn't wearing a bra. This time, at my request, she cooperated with footjob, breastjob, bare buttocks, 69, and so on. Especially when I licked her genitals, she clamped my head between her legs, demanding I penetrate her. I didn't hesitate, using positions I knew to thrust into her. Just before I ejaculated, I pulled out and continued to stimulate her with my fingers. This time, the thrusting lasted a good 20 minutes. When I got up to get some tissues, I realized what it meant to have weak legs; she didn't want to move at all! Looking at the time, it was past 3 a.m. After wiping away the semen, I held her and we fell asleep. Around 5 a.m., she woke up, got dressed, and went home. Since my parents were about to get up, I didn't stop them.

After she left, I got up and cleaned up the mess. A message came through on WeChat; it was from her—a victory emoji! I asked her what it meant, but she didn't reply; she was probably asleep. I sent another thank you message and went to sleep!

[The End]

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