Violation of the older sister

This happened when I was very young, probably in fifth or sixth grade! Because I was going through puberty, I was very curious about sex and was really curious about my older sisters' bodies.
My older sisters are all working, and the youngest is in her first year of high school. Living under the same roof, I have many opportunities to peep at them while they change clothes or to touch them. I've even asked to use the toilet while they're showering. A few times I actually succeeded, though they would just cover their private parts or turn their backs to me. My eldest sister is the oldest, so perhaps in her eyes I'm still very young! Therefore, she's the least secretive with me, practically completely unguarded. One day, I came home from school and rushed to the bathroom because I urgently needed to pee. My eldest sister was showering, rushing out to meet her future brother-in-law. But my yelling got me in. I peed for a long time, and of course, watched for a long time. I even playfully teased her, "Oh! Rushing to your date, huh!" Until my eldest sister, with a half-smile, widened her eyes and kicked me out. Before leaving, I slapped her wet bottom, leaving her screaming in the bathroom! What I did most often was to go into the bathroom after my sisters showered and play with their underwear, either wearing it myself or ejaculating on it. This went on for a long time without incident, until one day, on a whim, I secretly cut a small hole in the crotch of my eldest sister's underwear. To make it look like a natural tear, I rubbed the edges of the hole for a long time, and it really did look like a natural tear. For the next few days, I paid close attention to whether my eldest sister wore that underwear that day, until the fourth day when she actually wore it under her light skirt! After I discovered this, I deliberately followed her around all day. Because the underwear had been cut, rubbed, and washed, the hole was even bigger, about the size of a fingernail. I didn't understand why my eldest sister would still wear it; I guess she was saving money! I remember it was a holiday, and my eldest sister was busy cleaning. I was also eager to peek at her underwear, so I followed her up and down the stairs. When she was climbing up to the attic balcony to collect the laundry, I followed her very close! Really close!! I was so close I could smell her scent! So I really achieved my goal! The goal was achieved, but you might be disappointed, because looking through that hole, all you could see was dark red flesh! (I'll tell you the more exciting part next time.) My old house was being renovated, so the whole family temporarily moved to a rented bungalow next door. Making do, we all slept in a shared room. My parents were on the far side, followed by my brother, me, and my sisters. Because I was closest to my eldest sister, she slept next to me. One night, I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night. Everyone was sound asleep. The bright moonlight streamed into the room, shining directly on half of my eldest sister's body. I remember she was wearing light blue pajamas that night, a button-down shirt and elasticated capri shorts. Because it was pajamas, the material wasn't very thick, so when the moonlight shone on her, the outline of her underwear was clearly visible. Normally, I might look at her, but I wouldn't dare to touch her. That night, however, I felt possessed and couldn't sleep! Following the movement of the moonlight, it slowly illuminated her entire body as she lay on her side with her back to me, revealing the curves of her waist and hips, and the outline of her underwear. I forgot if I had an erection; I just naively wanted to touch her body. After struggling for a long time, observing my family's situation, and only hearing heavy, rhythmic breathing, I boldly reached out and touched her buttocks. I was so nervous! Then, I slowly and gently placed my entire palm on her buttocks, feeling where her underwear was—it felt so real! I only dared to touch, not to stroke, for fear of waking her. Then, I slowly wrapped my arms around her waist, as if it were a natural turning over, my lower body against her buttocks, my upper body against her back, the scent of her hair constantly wafting into my brain. I was completely out of my mind. I reached up to her chest, touching her breasts through her pajamas. I noticed she was wearing a bra. Eager to explore her breasts, I pulled my hand back, looped it around her upper arm, and slipped it under her neck towards her collar. But I could only touch her collarbone because it was hidden by the clasp. Thinking I had skillfully unbuttoned two of her clasps, I reached in again. This time I felt her bra, her cleavage, and her soft breasts. This was the first time I had ever truly touched a woman's breasts, but I didn't stop there. I continued to reach into her bra, searching for her nipples. As I pried open the bra, I felt an unprecedented fear and tension. But when my fingertips touched her erect nipples, I was already sweating profusely! That feeling still comes back to me now when I touch my wife's breasts! I didn't dare touch her for too long, so I pulled my hand back. I lay flat for a while, then turned to look at her again. She was still in the same position. My evil thoughts took hold (I wanted to take off her pants!), so I placed my hand on her waist and found her belt. Because it was made of elastic, I carefully pulled the belt down, about halfway down her buttocks, and I could already see the edge of her underwear! That's how I saw her buttocks! After a while, I moved my hand forward to the waistband of her underwear. She was wearing high-waisted, conservative underwear. I pulled the belt down again, to the same spot. Oh! In the moonlight, it looked so white and beautiful! To be honest, I didn't really see much. I could only see about 1/4 of her buttocks, and even her butt crack wasn't very clear. I could only see that the belts of the two pairs of pants were pressing against her buttocks, making her skin look a little dented. Finally, I slipped my hand inside her panties and quickly touched her pubic hair. It was strange; I'd seen it before in the bathroom, and when I played with their panties, I'd picked up fallen pubic hairs. I really wanted to touch them then! But the first time I actually touched it, I was scared. I didn't touch it for long before quickly pulling my hand back and carefully pulling the belts of both panties back to their original positions. I felt completely exhausted, lying flat on my back, panting. My mind was blank, and I didn't know if I'd been discovered. After a while, I became even more audacious and wanted to touch her nipples again, so I repeated the same actions, wanting to do it again. But just as I slipped my hand inside her collar, she coughed softly and then covered her collar with her hand. I was startled! She was already awake! I didn't know what to do, so I just kept holding her and pretending to be asleep. Holding her, I actually drifted off to sleep! The next day, I was terrified. My older sister and I were also somewhat avoiding each other, but nothing happened. This situation lasted for about two months. One evening, my mom and I were watching TV in the living room when my older sister came back from her date. Maybe it was because of the cold weather, but she was freezing! As soon as she came in, she sat sideways on my lap, which was covered by shorts, yelling, "Wow! It's so cold! Can I warm up a bit?" Suddenly, my thigh touched her thigh, and also her underwear. I didn't know what to do, but thankfully my mom said, "Hey, how could you do that?" She then playfully hopped back to her room to change. Feeling guilty, I went to the bathroom to shower. Just as I was halfway through, she knocked urgently on the door, saying she needed to use the toilet. I hesitated, still feeling the pleasure of the earlier skin-to-skin contact. She knocked even more urgently, so I had no choice but to open the door! She came in, not even closing the door, and without caring whether I was watching her or not, she simply and naturally took off her pajama bottoms and underwear and peed. As she pulled out toilet paper, she was still looking at me, and I could only stand there dumbfounded, like a child who had done something wrong. I watched my older sister fold the toilet paper, urinate, wipe her thick, dark pubic hair, open the trash can, throw away the toilet paper, flush, pull up her underwear, put on her pajama bottoms, and then look me up and down for a while, saying, "Little brother, you've grown up!" Then she affectionately pinched my cheek and said, "Study hard, don't think too much!" I didn't know what to say, and my eyes just felt wet. After that, my relationship with my older sister became the best, but such abnormal peeping, exposure, and touching never happened again. Instead, she would talk to me about more private things, such as nocturnal emissions, masturbation, sexual fantasies, and other serious matters. At most, once she came to my room wearing only newly bought underwear and asked me if it looked good. I asked her if she was wearing it to show her boyfriend, and she suddenly blushed, and I was very happy for her. Not long after, she got married. On the eve of her wedding, due to days of hard work, she finally collapsed around nine o'clock at night. This incident, happening on the eve of our wedding, threw the whole family into chaos. We had to rush her to the hospital for emergency treatment. After a series of emergency procedures, the doctor said it was nothing serious; she just needed an IV drip, some sedatives, and a period of rest to recover. He then instructed the family to arrange for her to be admitted to the hospital. Since my second and third sisters were studying out of town and couldn't come back immediately, and my mother had a heart condition and couldn't stay in the hospital for long, I was the only one in the family who was relatively unaffected, so I stayed to take care of my eldest sister. Because she had been on an IV drip for a long time and had gone to the toilet many times throughout the night, my eldest sister was drowsy and unsteady on her feet, walking unsteadily. With the IV drip still attached, I had to hold the drip and support her to go to the toilet. I hung the IV drip on the wall, and then, after half-carrying and half-supporting her to the toilet, I didn't know what to do next. My eldest sister opened her eyes with difficulty and said, "Brother, can't you help me pee?" I had no choice but to lift her up, lift her skirt, and help her take off her underwear so she could sit down and pee. While I was urinating, my older sister rested her head and neck against my chest, and held me with one arm around my neck, the one without an IV drip.I held her neck, struggling to support myself with one arm while bracing against the wall with the other, and then quietly waited for her to urinate. After she finished, I had to wipe her, put her pants back on, and help her back to bed. This happened four or five times that night. At the time, I only knew I had to take good care of her and didn't think about anything else. With the IV fluids, her strength gradually returned. By the time she went to the toilet for the fourth time, she was able to speak more clearly, and I didn't have to struggle as much to support her. However, because the needle was in the bend of her arm, one arm was immobile, so I still had to help her take off her pants, which made me feel embarrassed. Just then, my sister opened her eyes and looked at me, saying, "Did you help me just now?" I smiled awkwardly and said, "If not me, then your husband?" After saying that, I saw my sister smile with tears in her eyes, reach out and touch my head, and hug me for a while. Because my older sister had an appointment with the makeup artist around 5 or 6 AM, we decided to go home around 3:30 AM and hailed a taxi. As soon as we got home, the whole family started making a ruckus again, running around helping my sister with this and that. I was so annoyed and just wanted to sleep! But I smelled strongly of medicine and a faint, unpleasant odor of urine, which was very uncomfortable! I took a hasty shower in my bathroom, and finally everyone quieted down. It was around 4 AM by then. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly heard my older sister calling me softly. I went to her room to see what was wrong. My older sister said, "Brother, I'm all dirty and want to take a shower. Can you turn on the gas for me?" I went to the balcony to turn on the gas. I was about to go back to my room to sleep when she called me again. I asked her what was wrong, and she said, "I feel dizzy, and Mom and Dad are asleep. Can you help me shower?" I didn't quite understand at first and just replied, "Okay!" Then I helped her to her bathroom. She even asked me to go to the balcony and get a plastic chair so she could sit and shower. She took off her dress first, and then called me into the bathroom. I tried to stay calm and acted like nothing was wrong, but that was the truth! I saw her sitting and leaning over the sink, wearing only white underwear. After I entered, she asked me to turn on the shower and adjust the water temperature, saying, "Brother, help your sister wash her hair!" Then she leaned back in the chair. I stood behind her and started rinsing her hair and applying shampoo. Then I slowly and carefully washed her hair. As I washed her, she actually fell asleep. I was actually peeking at the edge of her bra while washing her, only able to see a patch of white breasts, so I couldn't concentrate on what I was doing. I even splashed water into her eyes, waking her up, but she just kept her eyes closed. After I rinsed her hair clean, she sat up straight, covered her chest with her hands for a while, probably thinking about something, then unhooked her bra and casually tossed it into the basket, then placed her hands on her underwear belt. I had initially thought she would even take off her underwear, and I was so nervous! All my sleepiness was gone! But instead, she crossed her hands to protect her breasts, asked me to wet a silk towel and apply shower gel, and asked me to wash her back. I stood next to her, one hand on her shoulder, the other washing her back. I slowly and carefully massaged her shoulders, then rubbed down her spine. Because of the water temperature, and perhaps because I was nervous or excited, I felt so hot! My newly changed undershirt was soaked! I scrubbed and washed her for a while, and soon I got to her buttocks. Then she stood up and asked me to continue washing her. As she stood up, she used one hand to hold the basin so I could wash her. She was still wearing her underwear, and I didn't know what to do, so I awkwardly scrubbed along the edge of her underwear. I never expected her to say, "Take it off! How can I wash it if you don't take it off?" I hesitated for a moment, then pulled down her underwear. Because I was squatting next to her, when I was taking off her underwear, my right hand reached behind her to pull down her right waistband, while my left and right hands held her left waistband. I don't remember if I was shaking, but I know that when I pulled down her underwear, her buttocks were clenched very tightly, and her thighs were clenched quite tightly too! So when I pulled her underwear down to her knees, the crotch of her underwear was still stuck on her inner thighs. I thought: She must be very nervous too! As I was pulling her panties off one of her ankles, I noticed that when she lifted her leg, her knee was bent inwards. Just as she did so, I caught a glimpse of her labia and pubic hair deep inside her buttocks. I was actually watching very intently, almost greedily! I could only remain calm and continue washing her thighs and ankles. Something puzzled me: why do women always only cover their breasts at this point and not immediately cover their genitals? Was it a habit or had they forgotten? After washing her back, I forgot what to do next. It was only after she sat down and offered me her hand that I continued washing; otherwise, I wouldn't have known how to proceed. Then she placed her other hand on her genitals, presumably to cover them. I washed her neck, shoulders, arms, hands, fingers… step by step, observing her facial reactions. Although she was weak, she looked very comfortable and peaceful. After washing one hand, I would switch to the other. Once both hands were washed, I couldn't do it again. At that moment, my sister said, "I can do it myself next time." So I watched her wash her breasts and genitals. Then she asked me to rinse off the foam, but I just stood there, frozen. After a while, all the movements stopped, my sister said to me, "Brother, do you like looking at me?" I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there, blushing and scratching my head. Suddenly, my sister said with red eyes, "Tomorrow I'll belong to someone else. I might not have the chance to be with you like this again. Just look!" Then she rinsed off all the foam herself! Now she no longer covered any parts of her body, and I, with tears in my eyes and my head down, dared not look up at her. Seeing my unease, she tenderly touched my cheek and said, "It's okay! No one else is around, just look!" I slowly and carefully observed my loving older sister from head to toe. Naturally, I moved closer to her and reached out to hug her, and she obediently let me. As I buried my face between her soft breasts, she gently stroked my head with one hand and patted my back like she was comforting a child with the other. The scent of her breasts wasn't strong, but it was a rare and delicate fragrance. I looked up at her, and she was looking at me too. As if knowing my needs, she closed her eyes and nodded. I then acted on my childhood instincts. When I took her nipple into my mouth, she gently stroked my hand and suddenly hugged me tightly! Her hand, which had been holding me, moved to her buttocks and thighs, caressing these fleshy and mysterious areas. Encouraged, I knelt down, touching her pubic hair with everything on my face, finally exploring her warm, moist area with my hands. But then, as if electrocuted, my sister reacted, shaking her head in horror and pulling me up. She took a deep breath, then forced a calm smile and pointed to my genitals. "Oh! It's all wet! I've already ejaculated!" My sister rolled her eyes at me, then sat down, her hands beginning to clean me up… It was early morning, and we were being discreet, so we probably weren't discovered. Soon it was dawn. When she returned that day, she was wearing a pure white wedding dress, smiling at me. Oh! She was so beautiful! So beautiful!! ********************************************************************** I dare say: everyone has desires, just to varying degrees, even within one's own family! Sexual desire is something that cannot be resisted; the important thing is how to view it when it arises. It is precisely because it is difficult to define rationally that I understand why incest is so uncontrollable! Based on my own experience, I believe there must be a very high rate of incest in this society. If you have had such experiences, don't suppress them; why not share them? If we can all approach this with empathy, perhaps we can find better ways to handle it and reduce many regrets!It was so noisy, and I was running around helping my older sister with this and that. I was so annoyed and just wanted to sleep! But I smelled strongly of medicine and a faint, unpleasant odor of urine, which was really uncomfortable! I took a quick shower in my bathroom, and finally everyone quieted down. It was probably past four in the morning. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly heard my older sister calling me softly. I went to her room to see what was wrong. She said, "Brother, I'm all dirty and I want to take a shower. Can you turn on the gas for me?" I went to the balcony to turn on the gas. I was about to go back to my room to sleep when she called me again. I asked her what was wrong, and she said, "I feel dizzy, and Mom and Dad are asleep. Can you help me shower?" I didn't quite understand at first and just said, "Okay!" Then I helped her to her bathroom. She even asked me to get a plastic chair from the balcony so she could sit and shower. She took off her dress first, and then called me into the bathroom. I tried to stay calm and act like it was normal, but that was really the case! I saw her sitting on the sink, wearing only white underwear. After I entered, she asked me to turn on the shower and adjust the water temperature, saying, "Brother, help your sister wash her hair!" Then she leaned back in the chair. I stood behind her and started rinsing her hair and applying shampoo, then slowly and carefully washed her. As I washed her, she actually fell asleep. I was actually peeking at the edge of her bra while washing her, only seeing a patch of white breasts, so I couldn't concentrate on what I was doing. I even got water in her eyes, waking her up, but she just kept her eyes closed. After I rinsed her hair clean, she sat up straight, covered her chest with her hand for a while, probably thinking about something, then unhooked her bra and casually tossed it into the basket, then placed her hand on the waistband of her underwear. I had thought she would even take off her underwear! I was so nervous! All my sleepiness was gone! But she crossed her arms to cover her breasts and asked me to wet a silk towel and apply shower gel to it so I could wash her back. I stood next to her, holding her shoulder with one hand and washing her back with the other. I slowly and carefully rubbed her shoulders and then down her spine. Because of the water temperature, and perhaps because I was nervous or excited, I felt so hot! My newly changed undershirt was soaked! I washed her like this for a while, and soon I got to her buttocks. Then she stood up and asked me to continue washing her lower back. When she stood up, she freed one hand to hold the basin so I could wash her. She was still wearing underwear, and I didn't know what to do, so I awkwardly washed along the edge of her underwear. I didn't expect her to say, "Take it off! How can I wash her if you don't take it off?" I was stunned for a moment, and then I took off her underwear. Because I was squatting next to her, when I was taking off her underwear, my right hand reached behind her and pulled down her right waistband, while my left and right hands held her left waistband. I don't remember if I was trembling, but I know that when I pulled down her underwear, her buttocks were clenched very tightly, and her thighs were clenched quite tightly as well! So when I pulled her underwear down to her knees, the crotch of her underwear was still stuck on her inner thighs. I thought: she must be very nervous too! When I was about to pull her underwear off one of her ankles, I noticed that when she lifted her calf, her knee was bent inward as she lifted her calf. Just as she lifted and lowered her leg, I saw a bit of her labia and pubic hair deep in her buttocks. I was actually looking very carefully, you could say to the point of being greedy! And I could only keep calm and continue to wash her thighs and ankles. One thing puzzled me: why do women always only cover their breasts at this time and not immediately cover their genitals? Is it a habit or have they forgotten? After I finished washing my back, I also forgot what to do next. It was only after my older sister sat down and even stretched out one hand for me to wash that I didn't know how to continue. Only then did my older sister place her other hand on her genitals, which was a way of covering them. I washed her neck, shoulders, arms, palms, fingers... step by step, while observing her facial reactions. Although she was weak, she looked very comfortable and peaceful. After washing one hand, I switched to the other. After washing both hands, I didn't know how to do it again. At this point, my sister said, "I can do it myself next time." Then I watched her wash her breasts and genitals. Then she asked me to rinse off the foam, but I just stood there, frozen. After a moment of stillness, my older sister spoke to me, "Brother, do you like looking at me?" I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there, blushing and scratching my head. Suddenly, her eyes reddened, and she said, "Tomorrow I'll belong to someone else. I might not have the chance to be with you like this again. Just look!" Then she rinsed off all the soap. She no longer covered herself, and I, with tears in my eyes, kept my head down, afraid to look at her. Seeing my unease, she touched my cheek tenderly and said, "It's okay! No one else is around, just look!" I slowly and carefully observed my loving sister from head to toe. Naturally, I moved closer to her and reached out to hug her. She gently let me hug her. As I buried my face between her soft breasts, she gently stroked my head with one hand and patted my back like she was comforting a child with the other. The girl's milky scent wasn't strong, but it had a rare, delicate fragrance. I looked up at my sister; she was looking at me too. As if sensing my desire, she closed her eyes and nodded. I then acted on my childhood instincts. When I took her nipple into my mouth, she gently stroked my hand, then suddenly hugged me tightly! Her hands, which had been holding me, moved to her buttocks and thighs, vigorously caressing these fleshy, mysterious areas. Encouraged, I knelt down, using everything on my face to touch her pubic hair, finally exploring her warm, moist area with my hands. But then my sister reacted as if electrocuted. She shook her head at me with horror in her eyes, pulled me up, took a deep breath, and then smiled at me with forced composure, pointing to my genitals. "Oh! It's all wet! I've already ejaculated!" My sister rolled her eyes at me, then sat down, her hands beginning to clean me up… It was early morning, and we were being discreet; we probably weren't discovered. Soon it was dawn. When she returned from her makeup session that day, she was already wearing a pure white wedding dress, and she smiled at me. Oh! She was so beautiful! So beautiful!! ********************************************************************** I dare say: everyone has desires, only the degree varies, even within one's own family! Lust is something that cannot be stopped; the important thing is how to view it when it arises. It is precisely because it is difficult to define rationally that I understand why incest is so uncontrollable! Based on my own experience, I believe there must be a very high rate of incest in this society. If you have had such experiences, don't suppress them; why not share them? Let's all look at this matter with empathy, and perhaps we can find a better way to handle it and reduce many regrets!It was so noisy, and I was running around helping my older sister with this and that. I was so annoyed and just wanted to sleep! But I smelled strongly of medicine and a faint, unpleasant odor of urine, which was really uncomfortable! I took a quick shower in my bathroom, and finally everyone quieted down. It was probably past four in the morning. Just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly heard my older sister calling me softly. I went to her room to see what was wrong. She said, "Brother, I'm all dirty and I want to take a shower. Can you turn on the gas for me?" I went to the balcony to turn on the gas. I was about to go back to my room to sleep when she called me again. I asked her what was wrong, and she said, "I feel dizzy, and Mom and Dad are asleep. Can you help me shower?" I didn't quite understand at first and just said, "Okay!" Then I helped her to her bathroom. She even asked me to get a plastic chair from the balcony so she could sit and shower. She took off her dress first, and then called me into the bathroom. I tried to stay calm and act like it was normal, but that was really the case! I saw her sitting on the sink, wearing only white underwear. After I entered, she asked me to turn on the shower and adjust the water temperature, saying, "Brother, help your sister wash her hair!" Then she leaned back in the chair. I stood behind her and started rinsing her hair and applying shampoo, then slowly and carefully washed her. As I washed her, she actually fell asleep. I was actually peeking at the edge of her bra while washing her, only seeing a patch of white breasts, so I couldn't concentrate on what I was doing. I even got water in her eyes, waking her up, but she just kept her eyes closed. After I rinsed her hair clean, she sat up straight, covered her chest with her hand for a while, probably thinking about something, then unhooked her bra and casually tossed it into the basket, then placed her hand on the waistband of her underwear. I had thought she would even take off her underwear! I was so nervous! All my sleepiness was gone! But she crossed her arms to cover her breasts and asked me to wet a silk towel and apply shower gel to it so I could wash her back. I stood next to her, holding her shoulder with one hand and washing her back with the other. I slowly and carefully rubbed her shoulders and then down her spine. Because of the water temperature, and perhaps because I was nervous or excited, I felt so hot! My newly changed undershirt was soaked! I washed her like this for a while, and soon I got to her buttocks. Then she stood up and asked me to continue washing her lower back. When she stood up, she freed one hand to hold the basin so I could wash her. She was still wearing underwear, and I didn't know what to do, so I awkwardly washed along the edge of her underwear. I didn't expect her to say, "Take it off! How can I wash her if you don't take it off?" I was stunned for a moment, and then I took off her underwear. Because I was squatting next to her, when I was taking off her underwear, my right hand reached behind her and pulled down her right waistband, while my left and right hands held her left waistband. I don't remember if I was trembling, but I know that when I pulled down her underwear, her buttocks were clenched very tightly, and her thighs were clenched quite tightly as well! So when I pulled her underwear down to her knees, the crotch of her underwear was still stuck on her inner thighs. I thought: she must be very nervous too! When I was about to pull her underwear off one of her ankles, I noticed that when she lifted her calf, her knee was bent inward as she lifted her calf. Just as she lifted and lowered her leg, I saw a bit of her labia and pubic hair deep in her buttocks. I was actually looking very carefully, you could say to the point of being greedy! And I could only keep calm and continue to wash her thighs and ankles. One thing puzzled me: why do women always only cover their breasts at this time and not immediately cover their genitals? Is it a habit or have they forgotten? After I finished washing my back, I also forgot what to do next. It was only after my older sister sat down and even stretched out one hand for me to wash that I didn't know how to continue. Only then did my older sister place her other hand on her genitals, which was a way of covering them. I washed her neck, shoulders, arms, palms, fingers... step by step, while observing her facial reactions. Although she was weak, she looked very comfortable and peaceful. After washing one hand, I switched to the other. After washing both hands, I didn't know how to do it again. At this point, my sister said, "I can do it myself next time." Then I watched her wash her breasts and genitals. Then she asked me to rinse off the foam, but I just stood there, frozen. After a moment of stillness, my older sister spoke to me, "Brother, do you like looking at me?" I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there, blushing and scratching my head. Suddenly, her eyes reddened, and she said, "Tomorrow I'll belong to someone else. I might not have the chance to be with you like this again. Just look!" Then she rinsed off all the soap. She no longer covered herself, and I, with tears in my eyes, kept my head down, afraid to look at her. Seeing my unease, she touched my cheek tenderly and said, "It's okay! No one else is around, just look!" I slowly and carefully observed my loving sister from head to toe. Naturally, I moved closer to her and reached out to hug her. She gently let me hug her. As I buried my face between her soft breasts, she gently stroked my head with one hand and patted my back like she was comforting a child with the other. The girl's milky scent wasn't strong, but it had a rare, delicate fragrance. I looked up at my sister; she was looking at me too. As if sensing my desire, she closed her eyes and nodded. I then acted on my childhood instincts. When I took her nipple into my mouth, she gently stroked my hand, then suddenly hugged me tightly! Her hands, which had been holding me, moved to her buttocks and thighs, vigorously caressing these fleshy, mysterious areas. Encouraged, I knelt down, using everything on my face to touch her pubic hair, finally exploring her warm, moist area with my hands. But then my sister reacted as if electrocuted. She shook her head at me with horror in her eyes, pulled me up, took a deep breath, and then smiled at me with forced composure, pointing to my genitals. "Oh! It's all wet! I've already ejaculated!" My sister rolled her eyes at me, then sat down, her hands beginning to clean me up… It was early morning, and we were being discreet; we probably weren't discovered. Soon it was dawn. When she returned from her makeup session that day, she was already wearing a pure white wedding dress, and she smiled at me. Oh! She was so beautiful! So beautiful!! ********************************************************************** I dare say: everyone has desires, only the degree varies, even within one's own family! Lust is something that cannot be stopped; the important thing is how to view it when it arises. It is precisely because it is difficult to define rationally that I understand why incest is so uncontrollable! Based on my own experience, I believe there must be a very high rate of incest in this society. If you have had such experiences, don't suppress them; why not share them? Let's all look at this matter with empathy, and perhaps we can find a better way to handle it and reduce many regrets!Her clothes were all wet! I scrubbed and washed her like that for a while, and soon I got to her buttocks. Then she stood up and asked me to continue washing her. When she stood up, she used one hand to hold the basin so I could wash her. She was still wearing her underwear, and I didn't know what to do, so I awkwardly scrubbed along the edge of her underwear. I didn't expect her to say, "Take it off! How can I wash it if you don't take it off?" I hesitated for a moment, and then I took off her underwear. Because I was squatting next to her, when I was taking off her underwear, my right hand reached behind her and pulled down her right waistband, while my left and right hands held her left waistband. I don't remember if I was shaking, but I know that when I pulled down her underwear, her buttocks were clenched very tightly, and her thighs were clenched quite tightly too! So when I pulled her underwear down to her knees, the crotch of her underwear was still stuck on her inner thighs. I thought: She must be very nervous too! As I was pulling her panties off one of her ankles, I noticed that when she lifted her leg, her knee was bent inwards. Just as she did so, I caught a glimpse of her labia and pubic hair deep inside her buttocks. I was actually watching very intently, almost greedily! I could only remain calm and continue washing her thighs and ankles. Something puzzled me: why do women always only cover their breasts at this point and not immediately cover their genitals? Was it a habit or had they forgotten? After washing her back, I forgot what to do next. It was only after she sat down and offered me her hand that I continued washing; otherwise, I wouldn't have known how to proceed. Then she placed her other hand on her genitals, presumably to cover them. I washed her neck, shoulders, arms, hands, fingers… step by step, observing her facial reactions. Although she was weak, she looked very comfortable and peaceful. After washing one hand, I would switch to the other. Once both hands were washed, I couldn't do it again. At that moment, my sister said, "I can do it myself next time." So I watched her wash her breasts and genitals. Then she asked me to rinse off the foam, but I just stood there, frozen. After a while, all the movements stopped, my sister said to me, "Brother, do you like looking at me?" I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there, blushing and scratching my head. Suddenly, my sister said with red eyes, "Tomorrow I'll belong to someone else. I might not have the chance to be with you like this again. Just look!" Then she rinsed off all the foam herself! Now she no longer covered any parts of her body, and I, with tears in my eyes and my head down, dared not look up at her. Seeing my unease, she tenderly touched my cheek and said, "It's okay! No one else is around, just look!" I slowly and carefully observed my loving older sister from head to toe. Naturally, I moved closer to her and reached out to hug her, and she obediently let me. As I buried my face between her soft breasts, she gently stroked my head with one hand and patted my back like she was comforting a child with the other. The scent of her breasts wasn't strong, but it was a rare and delicate fragrance. I looked up at her, and she was looking at me too. As if knowing my needs, she closed her eyes and nodded. I then acted on my childhood instincts. When I took her nipple into my mouth, she gently stroked my hand and suddenly hugged me tightly! Her hand, which had been holding me, moved to her buttocks and thighs, caressing these fleshy and mysterious areas. Encouraged, I knelt down, touching her pubic hair with everything on my face, finally exploring her warm, moist area with my hands. But then, as if electrocuted, my sister reacted, shaking her head in horror and pulling me up. She took a deep breath, then forced a calm smile and pointed to my genitals. "Oh! It's all wet! I've already ejaculated!" My sister rolled her eyes at me, then sat down, her hands beginning to clean me up… It was early morning, and we were being discreet, so we probably weren't discovered. Soon it was dawn. When she returned that day, she was wearing a pure white wedding dress, smiling at me. Oh! She was so beautiful! So beautiful!! ********************************************************************** I dare say: everyone has desires, just to varying degrees, even within one's own family! Sexual desire is something that cannot be resisted; the important thing is how to view it when it arises. It is precisely because it is difficult to define rationally that I understand why incest is so uncontrollable! Based on my own experience, I believe there must be a very high rate of incest in this society. If you have had such experiences, don't suppress them; why not share them? If we can all approach this with empathy, perhaps we can find better ways to handle it and reduce many regrets!Her clothes were all wet! I scrubbed and washed her like that for a while, and soon I got to her buttocks. Then she stood up and asked me to continue washing her. When she stood up, she used one hand to hold the basin so I could wash her. She was still wearing her underwear, and I didn't know what to do, so I awkwardly scrubbed along the edge of her underwear. I didn't expect her to say, "Take it off! How can I wash it if you don't take it off?" I hesitated for a moment, and then I took off her underwear. Because I was squatting next to her, when I was taking off her underwear, my right hand reached behind her and pulled down her right waistband, while my left and right hands held her left waistband. I don't remember if I was shaking, but I know that when I pulled down her underwear, her buttocks were clenched very tightly, and her thighs were clenched quite tightly too! So when I pulled her underwear down to her knees, the crotch of her underwear was still stuck on her inner thighs. I thought: She must be very nervous too! As I was pulling her panties off one of her ankles, I noticed that when she lifted her leg, her knee was bent inwards. Just as she did so, I caught a glimpse of her labia and pubic hair deep inside her buttocks. I was actually watching very intently, almost greedily! I could only remain calm and continue washing her thighs and ankles. Something puzzled me: why do women always only cover their breasts at this point and not immediately cover their genitals? Was it a habit or had they forgotten? After washing her back, I forgot what to do next. It was only after she sat down and offered me her hand that I continued washing; otherwise, I wouldn't have known how to proceed. Then she placed her other hand on her genitals, presumably to cover them. I washed her neck, shoulders, arms, hands, fingers… step by step, observing her facial reactions. Although she was weak, she looked very comfortable and peaceful. After washing one hand, I would switch to the other. Once both hands were washed, I couldn't do it again. At that moment, my sister said, "I can do it myself next time." So I watched her wash her breasts and genitals. Then she asked me to rinse off the foam, but I just stood there, frozen. After a while, all the movements stopped, my sister said to me, "Brother, do you like looking at me?" I didn't know what to say, so I just stood there, blushing and scratching my head. Suddenly, my sister said with red eyes, "Tomorrow I'll belong to someone else. I might not have the chance to be with you like this again. Just look!" Then she rinsed off all the foam herself! Now she no longer covered any parts of her body, and I, with tears in my eyes and my head down, dared not look up at her. Seeing my unease, she tenderly touched my cheek and said, "It's okay! No one else is around, just look!" I slowly and carefully observed my loving older sister from head to toe. Naturally, I moved closer to her and reached out to hug her, and she obediently let me. As I buried my face between her soft breasts, she gently stroked my head with one hand and patted my back like she was comforting a child with the other. The scent of her breasts wasn't strong, but it was a rare and delicate fragrance. I looked up at her, and she was looking at me too. As if knowing my needs, she closed her eyes and nodded. I then acted on my childhood instincts. When I took her nipple into my mouth, she gently stroked my hand and suddenly hugged me tightly! Her hand, which had been holding me, moved to her buttocks and thighs, caressing these fleshy and mysterious areas. Encouraged, I knelt down, touching her pubic hair with everything on my face, finally exploring her warm, moist area with my hands. But then, as if electrocuted, my sister reacted, shaking her head in horror and pulling me up. She took a deep breath, then forced a calm smile and pointed to my genitals. "Oh! It's all wet! I've already ejaculated!" My sister rolled her eyes at me, then sat down, her hands beginning to clean me up… It was early morning, and we were being discreet, so we probably weren't discovered. Soon it was dawn. When she returned that day, she was wearing a pure white wedding dress, smiling at me. Oh! She was so beautiful! So beautiful!! ********************************************************************** I dare say: everyone has desires, just to varying degrees, even within one's own family! Sexual desire is something that cannot be resisted; the important thing is how to view it when it arises. It is precisely because it is difficult to define rationally that I understand why incest is so uncontrollable! Based on my own experience, I believe there must be a very high rate of incest in this society. If you have had such experiences, don't suppress them; why not share them? If we can all approach this with empathy, perhaps we can find better ways to handle it and reduce many regrets!Yes, it's just a matter of degree, even within one's own family! Lust is something that can't be resisted; the important thing is how you deal with it when it arises. It's precisely because it's difficult to define rationally that I understand why incest is so uncontrollable! Judging from my own experience, I believe there must be a very high rate of incest in this society. If you have had such experiences, don't suppress them; why not share them? If we can all approach this with empathy, perhaps we can find better ways to handle it and reduce many regrets!Yes, it's just a matter of degree, even within one's own family! Lust is something that can't be resisted; the important thing is how you deal with it when it arises. It's precisely because it's difficult to define rationally that I understand why incest is so uncontrollable! Judging from my own experience, I believe there must be a very high rate of incest in this society. If you have had such experiences, don't suppress them; why not share them? If we can all approach this with empathy, perhaps we can find better ways to handle it and reduce many regrets!

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