My cousin's promiscuity

The summer after I got into university, my mother took me to my grandfather's house. For me, it was a small vacation after many years of
hard work .
My grandfather's house was too small, so that evening my mother took me to my uncle's house.
My uncle had a daughter who was in high school, three years younger than me, just starting her first year. During my university years,
I rarely went out, so I hadn't seen this younger sister for the last time in several years. Back then, she was just a little
girl, not very attractive, and had no figure.
That evening, she went to her evening study session, and my uncle and aunt watched TV. I was bored, so I went to my sister
's study to read. While flipping through the pages, I found my sister's sketchbook.
My sister studied art, starting from a very young age. The book was full of her sketches—fruits,
household utensils—not badly drawn, but rather boring.
As I flipped through it, I found a folded piece of paper tucked inside. What was it? Curious, I
unfolded it little by little, and inside was—a frontal sketch of a nude girl.
Keep in mind, at that time I was still a model boy who had never even held a girl's hand! I was so nervous!
Seeing my uncle and the others engrossed in watching TV, I carefully examined the nude sketch under the lamplight.
A nice figure, firm breasts, a slender waist, long legs, and long hair, but no
face—the face was blank. How disappointing! I
wondered if my cousin had drawn it, and who it depicted. The nude woman's hands were covering what appeared to be a woman's
most attractive feature; I couldn't tell if there was any hair. Just
then, I heard a girl's clear voice: "Cousin!" I jumped in surprise and quickly stuffed the drawing into my pocket. Putting it back was out of the question; I'd have to find time tomorrow . I hoped she wouldn't be drawing today. Closing the sketchbook, I ran to the study door and saw my cousin, who had just returned, waving at me while changing her shoes. "Cousin, Mom said you were coming to my house today, so I ran all the way home after school," she said, smiling , her rosy cheeks confirming her words. "Mom said you got into university this year, so you have to help me a lot in the future !" She winked. "No problem," I replied, glancing at my cousin who had just entered. She was about 1.65 meters tall , with big eyes and shoulder-length hair tied in a braid; she wore a white schoolgirl dress with a small blue belt, her roughly C-cup breasts heaving in front of her, and her bare feet looked so delicate and white. "Brother..." she said, looking at me a little shyly, her face flushed, perhaps from running back . "I'm going to take a shower first. I want to ask you about your experience getting into university. Mom, it's Saturday , I have the night off, I can do my homework tomorrow. Tonight I want to go learn from your experience!" "Okay, learn from your brother, go take a shower." "Okay, brother, wait a minute!" She turned and went to the bathroom next door. What remained in my eyes was her snow-white neck and sweat-soaked back, and the obvious bra strap... ... I sat obediently next to my aunt, who advised me to seriously guide my cousin's studies ; her English and math were weak, and I needed to teach her some methods. To be a good elder, I nodded while secretly glancing at the bathroom door. I don't know how much time passed, maybe only ten minutes, but it felt like forever. Then, that snow-white foot entered my view first. "Brother..." A crisp voice, accompanied by the scent of shampoo, entered my mind; a sleeveless t-shirt, knee-length cotton pajamas; freshly washed hair loose over her shoulders, and bare feet in cute slippers that matched her tiny toes. Her face was still rosy, probably from the hot water bath. "Mom, we're in the room now. I want to ask my brother a question, so I might stay up a little later." "Okay, your brother will sleep on the sofa in the living room tonight. I'll make the bed later. Your dad and I are going to sleep , no playing around." "Okay, Mom." Before I could react, a pair of soft hands pulled me into the room. The door closed behind me, seemingly separating us from the outside world. The scent—was it the shampoo, the soap, or the girl's snow-white skin? Was it the light, her skin, or was my eye playing tricks on me? Was it her smile, shyness, excitement, or just my own amorousness? She pulled me to the desk, then the main light in the room went out, and the small desk lamp came on . The darkness seemed to chill, even though it was summer; we sat closer together. Was this the same cousin I'd seen years ago? Her jade-like hands stroked her dark hair; a few unruly strands slipped forward, stopping at a small patch of exposed chest; the skin, revealing veins, was covered by her clothes , but couldn't hide her firm breasts. Suddenly, I noticed a small protrusion, a small protrusion on that firm spot , as if blaming the clothes for concealing her beauty. Could it be that my cousin wasn't wearing a bra, that firm, protruding nipple...? "Brother!" An angry voice, pouting lips, "Brother, didn't you hear me? I'm asking you, how can I learn English well? My reading is terrible. Please help me..." "It takes effort, you have to memorize a lot..." As if to cover up my voyeurism, I lectured her earnestly . "I know, but I want to find a shortcut~" My cousin stood up, lay down on the bed behind her, propped head up with her hand, and looked at me. My face turned red, my heart pounded. "Brother, do you have a girl you like?" "No, I have to study hard in school, I have to get into university!" "If you get in, will you be able to be with the person you like?" My sister , looking at me seriously. What did she mean? She's so young and already has someone she likes? I suddenly felt a pang of disappointment. "Brother, let's look at my drawings together. I practice every day!" My sister picked up her sketchbook, and I felt my heart was about to jump out of my chest. My younger sister, supporting herself on her elbows, knelt on the chair, leaning forward to explain her drawing to me. I was half -heartedly looking at the drawing, trying to figure out how to explain it. Then, I glanced up and saw my sister's t-shirt. You can probably guess what it was like, right? The gap revealed her chest. Such large breasts, sagging low. I saw a patch of white, and I really wanted to see that little bit. But I couldn't see it!

Just as I was about to adjust my posture and find a better angle, my sister suddenly stopped moving. I looked up at her face,
which was filled with terror. Looking at the sketchbook again, I realized this page should have contained a folded piece of paper, but it was gone.
My sister didn't say anything, picked up the sketchbook, smiled apologetically, and said, "There's nothing interesting at the back."
Then she flipped through it, suddenly glanced at me, and her complex expression made me afraid to look at her.
That was the secret of a beautiful fifteen-year-old girl, and it was in my pocket!
Silence…
"Brother, let's talk in English."
I breathed a sigh of relief; perhaps she hadn't expected me to take it. I continued explaining how to memorize English, and she gradually became
happy, asking questions, making jokes, and even playfully hitting us a couple of times. For me, an only child, this was a rare
opportunity to be a good older brother, so I suppressed my lustful thoughts and earnestly explained it to her.
"You should always carry slips of paper with you to memorize words," I said.
"How big of a note should I write on? How should I write it?"
"Anything that can fit in my pocket, like..."
I tried to find a piece of paper to measure, but couldn't find a suitable one. I subconsciously reached into my pocket; there was
paper. I pulled it out. "Write it like this..." I froze, immediately looking up at
my cousin. I felt like dying!
My cousin looked at me, her face flushed. Then she suddenly took the paper, stood to the side, and
stared at the ground without saying a word.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, you didn't come back... I..." I didn't even know what I was saying
.
My cousin looked up, her eyes glistening with tears, looking at me with a reproachful expression.
"Little sister, is this the model you drew in art class?"
Still no answer. She tucked the paper into her sketchbook; she stood there, hands in front of her, head bowed. I
looked at my cousin, unsure how to break the awkward silence.
Suddenly, I noticed this posture—head bowed, upright, hands there—this posture...
Could it be that my cousin was trying to tell me...? No way!
"This model is actually very pretty. I don't know much about art, but she has a kind of beauty in the human form, right?" I said tentatively,
looking at her. She reacted immediately, her face turning red, and she fidgeted nervously.
"But I can't see her face! Sis, don't you know how to draw faces? That's such a pity, how will you get into art school
?"
"Who says I can't? Of course I can! I'll draw you if you don't believe me!" my sister said.
"Then why don't you draw her face? Are you afraid people will recognize her?"
my sister suddenly looked at me, her eyes seeming to say, "Don't say it."
"Is it your classmate or..." I pressed her relentlessly, my heart pounding.
"Don't say it..." my sister looked at me, "Don't say it. I'm afraid others will see it, but... if
you see it, I don't care. This drawing is of me." Her determined gaze made me unable to look her
in the eye .
If it's of me, then it's okay. What does my sister mean? I don't know, but when I think of that drawing,
the nude figure , and then I think that it's my sister's nude figure, her firm breasts, her mysterious lower body... I felt an uncontrollable
trembling, and my lower body reacted inappropriately.
Sister, what do you want to do?
(Part Two) The Second Night
"Brother..." It was my sister who broke the silence first.
We hadn't spoken for a long time. The house was quiet, and the lights seemed to be frozen. My sister looked at me,
and I looked at my sister.
"Brother, can you keep this a secret for me?"
"Of course..." I said, "But sister, why did you draw..." I pointed at my sister, "
Yourself , and how did you draw it?"
"Brother..." my sister called out shyly, "Can you not ask anymore? I... I still...
how should I say it..." My sister covered her face.
I went over and gently pulled my sister's hand away, looking into her eyes. Her eyes were very clear,
the eyes of a fifteen-year-old girl. Her fair face was like tofu, and you could see the veins in her neck, leading you to her
thin collarbone. I wanted to hug her, but I couldn't.
"Brother, do you remember when we were little?"
"What?" I asked her, a little confused.
"Hmm... never mind, sigh, actually I wanted to do nude figure drawing, but where can I find
someone to draw me at my age? One day after I took a shower, I lay in bed, looking at the full-length mirror. Suddenly I thought, could I
draw myself while looking at it? Oh, never mind, brother, I won't say anymore, you..."
I imagined a quiet night. A beautiful girl, taking off her clothes in front of the mirror,
revealing her body piece by piece, which no one else could see. Then, facing the mirror, holding a paintbrush,
blushing , she drew her body stroke by stroke, depicting her firm breasts, her pink nipples, her slender
waist, but still too embarrassed to draw her pubic hair, covering it with her hand. The
more I thought about it, the more excited I became, feeling my body burning, and my penis swelling.
"Little sister, your body is so beautiful... Oh, that's not what I meant, I was just complimenting you... Oh,
no... Could... could I look at that drawing again?"
"Brother, you... how could you be so mean! You... you're bullying me! I've told you my secret, but
you..."
"No, I just wanted to..."
"Don't say anything... wait a minute..."
My sister made me turn my head away, not allowing me to peek. After two minutes, I heard a rustling sound behind me. A moment later, my sister
placed the paper in front of me, then pushed me out, playfully saying, "Goodnight, brother! I
had a very fruitful night!"
The door closed, and I took a breath and went to the living room.
Lying on the made-up bed, I carefully unfolded the paper. It was my sister's naked body. I was certain, because
her face was outlined on the blank face. Those eyes, that smile, those lips.
I covered my face with the drawing; it seemed to carry my sister's scent.
My little cousin!
**********
The next day, my cousin went to school early. I went shopping
with . During lunch and dinner, my cousin kept saying how much
useful knowledge she'd learned the night before. My aunt praised me for being a good helper. I felt embarrassed and remained silent. Finally, I heard my cousin say, "Mom, could you have my brother tutor me
these last few nights before he goes to school ?"

I looked up at my cousin, her face so serious—seriously speaking, seriously eating, seriously shoveling rice
into her mouth, and then… playfully making a face at me.
Good heavens! I quickly lowered my head to eat. Then I heard my aunt say, "The older brother isn't shy!" Everyone
burst into laughter.
No matter how anxious I was, time wouldn't speed up. The sun still wouldn't set.
No matter how flustered I felt, time would pass, and night finally arrived.
My cousin finished school on time and came home on time. She still had the same rosy face, the same bath, and the same
little hand pulling me to her room; the difference was that it was hotter today than yesterday, so when she got to her room, she
was only wearing a tank top and hot pants.
Her thighs were snow-white, her straight legs without a single blemish; her waist was so slender I felt I could hold it in my hand;
a small belly button, a flat stomach. Her tank top and her breasts were locked in a struggle, a struggle between freedom and constraint,
covering three-quarters of her breasts and creating a deep cleavage. The worst part was that my sister actually put her hands in the middle of her mouth, then
pulled them out, sighed, and said, "It's so hot, they're all sweaty!"
She walked towards me, pulled me, and led me to the table. "Brother, let's start. I'm so excited!"
I was stunned. But then I saw her point, and I understood.
For the next hour, we both worked incredibly hard, our hands and mouths never stopping. We sweated profusely, experiencing moments of
pain followed by moments of blissful satisfaction. Finally, my sister collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. "Brother, I'm so happy! I
've never felt like this before. I'm so excited!"
"Right? You didn't work hard before, that's why your math is so bad. Practice more, do more, and you'll succeed
."
"Brother, you're such a good teacher, you're amazing!"
We looked at each other, and suddenly my sister blushed. I turned my head away, watching her lying on the bed, her chest rising and
falling with her body.
Silence...
"Brother..."
"What is it?"
"I want you to do me a favor.
" "What favor? Just tell me. As your brother, I'll help you with anything."
"Really, it's a sure thing, no backing out."
"Okay." I said that, but I felt a little nervous inside.
"Brother... I've never drawn a man before."
"What? You said... Ah... Sister, you... But I..."
"Brother, you promised." My sister looked at me seriously.
"No, I'm your brother, we..."
"I just want to draw, I want you to help me, it's art, for art~" My sister looked serious
and determined.
"So you don't want me to wear nothing, do you?"
My sister blushed and nodded. Then she immediately looked up and said, "Brother can decide for himself, I just want
to draw ."
I stood up, and my sister's eyes followed me, meeting my gaze, then she immediately lowered her head.
I could tell she was also nervous, because her chest was heaving.
The room was very quiet; my uncle and the others must be asleep. This quiet was filled with an eeriness and unease. Haven't I
ever seen a woman's body before? And today, a woman is going to see me, and it's my cousin! Just the two of us
, in a quiet room.
I promised her, and as her older brother, it's my responsibility to help my sister learn to draw. Thinking
this, I decided: I'd face my cousin naked!
The night grew deeper…
(III) The Invisible Nude
The clock hands pointed to almost midnight. I'd been sitting there in the same position for almost an hour. Being a model
is physically demanding; I really wanted to move around. My cousin would look up at me occasionally, then revise her drawing on the paper.
"No, it's not good!" My cousin crumpled the paper into a ball and started drawing again.
Ugh, this is terrible! Because of my persistence, I could still wear my underwear, which was the only relief.
Watching my cousin diligently drawing, I thought of when I was in junior high school, about five years ago, also in the
summer.
During summer vacation, my cousin came to visit. My home was in a small city, on its edge,
surrounded by mountains and a river. My cousin's family wanted her to connect with nature, so at ten and thirteen, she and I
spent our days catching frogs and dragonflies—things she'd never experienced in the city. We were having
a great time there, but then something happened, and summer wasn't over before she left.
That afternoon, we were playing in the sand by the river when we ran into some classmates I didn't get along with. They threw
sand at my cousin. I, who was usually the quiet one who got bullied, somehow, seeing
her tears, rushed at them, grabbed one of them, and pinned him to the ground, beating him. The others immediately surrounded me, pinning
me to the ground, hitting and kicking me, and even pouring sand down my neck.
My cousin screamed and cried. Luckily, my mother's colleague was taking a walk nearby and chased the kids away, taking us both
home . My cousin and I were covered in sand, even our hair. Since our parents were at work, I took my cousin
to take a bath. We both stripped naked and washed under the tap.
Ah, I was so young then; I don't even remember what it felt like to touch my cousin's whole body. While I was washing her, my younger sister
asked me why I was protecting her like that. I told her I would protect her for life.
She was very happy, saying I was her Prince Charming; and I seriously replied, "Then let me marry
her when I grow up and make her my princess." Then, we were naked, and I used the mosquito net as a wedding dress to drape her over myself, and we
played a wedding ceremony game on the bed.
Just then, Mom came home. She saw us naked and was very angry. The next day, my
cousin left.
My cousin's name is Meng. I always call her "Little Meng." Alas, my Meng…
"It's finished, this one's good!"
Finally, it was done, and I was awakened from my reverie.
"Ah!" My sister exclaimed in surprise, thankfully she remembered that Uncle was sleeping, so she spoke very softly; then she looked at me with
annoyance pointed at the drawing.
It turned out that because she was afraid the fan would mess up the paper, my sister hadn't turned it on. In this hot weather, she had
sweated a lot, but she hadn't paid much attention while drawing. She had just finished the painting and was admiring it with delight
when a bead of sweat landed on it. In her haste, she touched it, ruining the picture.
"It's all your fault," her cousin said, looking annoyed.
"What do you mean, how is it my fault? You ruined it with your own sweat!"
"It's all your fault! You insisted on wearing pants. Look at all the models wearing pants! It's so hard
to draw your legs like that."
Sigh, blame it all on this unreasonable cousin.
"Why don't you wear less? It's so hot! If you were as cool as me, it wouldn't be a problem!" I blurted
out angrily. Humph, you're angry with me, I'll be angry with you too.
"You…" My sister couldn't speak, but she lowered her head, a blush creeping onto her face. Unexpectedly, she
lowered her head and thought for a moment, then looked up and said, "That's true." Then, she actually pulled her bra up, revealing most of her
snow-white waist. Then she stopped, looking pitifully at me, "Brother, you can't look
! Close your eyes!"
Oh my god, I felt the blood rush to my head. I was a little flustered, the urge to
take my sister off her clothes clashing with my remaining rationality.
"No, I'm not comfortable with that…" My sister put her bra down again, then searched under the bed for a while and
found a black strap.
"It's better to blindfold brother." And so my eyes were blindfolded.
Some say blind people have the best hearing. In the quiet night, I was blindfolded. Then I heard
the rustling sound of clothes being taken off. Was my sister taking off her little camisole? Was my sister now exposing her
infinitely beautiful upper body? Those firm breasts, and that hint of pink.
I thought of my sister's nude painting, and I felt my lower body swelling.
"No, I'm her brother, I must calm down!" I told myself. Wait
, my sister seems to be taking off more clothes. I opened my eyes wide and tried to see through the texture of the black cloth.
In the blur, my sister seemed to be taking off her pants. Could it be...
those long, slender legs, that flawless white skin, and those few black hairs hidden by her hands. My rationality
was collapsing. I felt hot all over, my mouth was dry, and my palms were sweaty. My sister was painting again, but I couldn't sit still. My sister's nude painting had become a living person , moving back and forth
in front of my eyes.
My lower body was so uncomfortable. I clenched my penis tightly, afraid my sister would see my urge.
What did she want to do? For the first time, the word "sex" crossed my mind. For the first time, I
told myself I wanted to sleep with my sister. I really did.
At that moment, my sister suddenly said, "Brother, why are you shaking like that? Relax, how am I supposed to draw?" She
came over. "Keep this position, hands here, head looking here..."
The scent, mixed with the scent of a girl's sweat, was invisible, yet it made my sense of smell so acute. Ah,
my sister's hands were so soft. She would pull my hand and lift my head.
"Ah..." My sister's voice was so beautiful, but I didn't pay attention. Because when I raised my hand,
I touched something soft. So smooth, so soft; soft yet firm—it was my sister's breasts.
My sister froze, like a startled rabbit. Was
she blushing? What was she thinking?
"Little Dream Sister," I called her tentatively.
Silence remained, but I could feel my sister right beside me. My reason crumbled. I suddenly stood
up and hugged my sister tightly. We both collapsed onto the bed as if unable to support ourselves.
I smelled even more fragrance. My face was pressed against my sister's, my upper body against her breasts. She
wasn't wearing a shirt, and I could feel her flesh pressed tightly against me. My waist was pressed
against four thighs were intertwined.
It was so smooth! My penis was thrusting hard, even though we were both wearing underwear,
it didn't stop my penis from pressing tightly between her thighs.
She let out a soft breath, and I couldn't see her expression. She tried to push me away, but couldn't, her rapid breathing right next to
my ear.
I looked for her lips, but she dodged me. However, unable to move, I still found those soft lips;
I gently bit her, and her body immediately tensed up from below. My tongue tried to find hers,
but met her teeth.
I wanted to take my hands away from behind her and caress her breasts. As soon as I pulled my hand away, she immediately hugged me, then
teased my tongue with hers, and our lips met. I was about to kiss her passionately when suddenly she loosened her grip, pushed
me away, and I immediately felt a burning sensation on my face—she had slapped me.
I heard crying, and I took off my black belt. I saw my sister sitting on the edge of the bed, crying, with her back to me.
Her shirtless back was still so alluring, but I had no desire to hug her.
My heart sank. What had I done? I did
n't say anything. I left my sister's room, my mind still filled with the image of her crying; but
when I closed my eyes sleep, I could still smell her fragrance, and I could still feel her body when I reached out, that soft, smooth skin
, the naked body of my sister that I couldn't see in my arms.
(IV) Taking off clothes to apologize
Some people say that the feelings between men and women are born from ambiguity and end because of ambiguity.
I didn't sleep well all night, and when I woke up the next day, I found that my cousin was sick. My uncle and the others went to work, my grandfather suddenly
fell ill, and my mother couldn't come over, so only I was there to keep my cousin company.
My cousin lay on the soft bed, only her face, flushed from a fever, visible. I gave her some fever reducer,
and she fell asleep without saying a word.
Sitting by her bedside, I felt bored. I thought I'd look through her textbooks and notes, a sort of preview.
But I wondered if I'd ever have a chance to tutor her. Her notes were neatly written, her elegant handwriting
mirroring her personality. I glanced at my sleeping cousin; she'd become even more beautiful in the last two years, with an oval
face, big eyes, and long eyelashes.
After a while, I realized I was lost in thought, so I just smiled and shook my head. I continued flipping through her notes,
and then a small notebook came into view.
Curious, I flipped through it and discovered it was my cousin's diary.
"My cousin is coming tomorrow. I haven't seen him in ages, the last time was five years ago. I
wonder if he still remembers the time we got married wearing mosquito nets. I really want to see him soon.
...Today I ran home as soon as class was over, I'm exhausted. My cousin is so tall, he must be over 1.8 meters
. I feel so small next to him, and for some reason my heart is pounding.
...Oh no! My brother found my self-drawn picture. Will he think I'm a slutty girl
? ...How embarrassing! Why did I cover up my face? Brother, please don't look down on your
little sister !"
"...Today I hugged and kissed my brother. It was my first time. I was so scared and so happy.
At first, I just wanted to see my brother, but I ended up taking my clothes off too. But I don't regret showing them to my brother. I'm
so happy. But I hit my brother. Will he ignore me? I hate myself so much..."
Seeing this, I suddenly felt that my sister was so cute and so pitiful. She had contradicted herself and made herself
sick.
At this moment, I looked up and saw my sister looking at me. "Sister, you're awake."
"Yeah, I feel much better after taking the medicine. Brother, I..."
"Don't say anything, I know everything..." I raised my hand and showed her the diary. "I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to look..."
"Brother, you..." My sister looked at me, feeling embarrassed, and buried her face in the blanket, leaving only her
two watery eyes looking at me.
"Brother, do you remember how you married me? I fell in love with you then. You were a good student,
always praised, and you even got hurt protecting me. I really like you. Please don't blame me, don't think I'm
a bad girl. I'll study hard and get into the same university as you!"
"Little sister, I like you too. Take good care of yourself." I said, but my heart sank.
Although I hugged her, it was purely out of physical desire. I never thought about liking my sister, let alone thinking about
that . But now, how could my young heart bear the blow of rejecting her?
I was distressed. Watching my sister fall asleep, I got up and went for a walk on the street.
I don't know how long I walked, and then I played a few games. Before I knew it, it was afternoon, and I was
so hungry . That's when I went home.
When I opened the door, I was stunned—my cousin was sleeping on the sofa in a onesie. Oh my god! She still had a fever
! There were traces of crying on her face. What happened? I immediately regretted going out.
I rushed over to try and wake my sister, but when I touched her, she was burning up! I quickly carried her to bed.
Just then, the phone rang, and I learned that Grandpa was in the hospital. My uncle went home to get some things,
saying they wouldn't be back that night, and that I should take care of my cousin, making sure she took her medicine on time.
Then he left again, leaving just my cousin and me at home.
It got dark without us even turning on the lights. My cousin woke up again, begging me not to leave, not to
abandon her; saying not to hate her. After taking her medicine, she drifted off to sleep again. I just lay beside her, watching
her until I fell asleep myself.
In my dream, I saw my cousin. She was crying, begging me not to leave, and I agreed, but she kept moving further and further away.
I reached out, trying to grab her. At that moment, I felt like I actually grabbed a hand. I woke up and
saw my cousin looking at me.
"You're awake. When did you wake up? How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine now. I feel better. I just woke up. Thank you, brother."
I held her hand and looked into her eyes. She looked back at me, her disheveled hair and red, tear-filled eyes making her
look even more pitiful. I stroked her hand, and she didn't pull it away.
"After you left, I woke up and couldn't see you. I thought you hated me, I..." She was about to cry again.
I quickly touched her face and said, "No, brother will never leave you. Brother will always protect
you, my princess..."
"Wah..." My sister burst into tears, sat up, and hugged me. "Brother, I really love you
!"
After hugging and crying for a while, my sister calmed down and looked at me as if she was embarrassed. "Am
I useless, always crying?"
I smiled and touched her face. She took my hand.
"Brother, you haven't rested yet, have you? It's almost four in the morning. Why don't you come up and rest?"
"How can I..."
Before I could finish speaking, my sister pulled me onto the bed. She was wearing a onesie nightgown, exposing her thighs and arms.
We lay down together, and I could see her cleavage.
My God! Even though she was a patient, she was still incredibly tempting!
My sister looked at me, her face full of sweetness, "Brother, can you hug me?"
At this point, how could I possibly control myself? I pulled my sister into my arms.
My sister protested softly, but how could that stop my burning desire? I held her tighter.
"Brother, you're hurting me..."
I loosened my grip a little, embarrassed. My sister lowered her head shyly. I held her, looking at her pretty face,
a blush on her fair cheeks.
Looking at my shy sister, I gently breathed into her ear. My sister's body trembled,
still not daring to look up.
Okay, you're shy, but I won't be. I licked her earlobe with my tongue; it was so hot
. I put her ear in my mouth.
"No, brother. I just want you to hug me."
Now you want to restrain your lecherous brother's actions? Too late! Once a man's blood boils, he
becomes oblivious to everything else ; besides, it was you, little sister, who seduced me step by step!
"Cousin, Xiaomeng, I really like you!"
"Really?"
"Of course! I swear to God, I'll always protect my dear little sister."
My sister smiled, "Then can you be a little gentler? I've never even held a boy's hand before,
so ... ah... no..."
Before my sister could finish speaking, I kissed her lips. These were a young girl's lips, thin and
fragrant. I held them in my mouth, teasing her lips little by little with the tip of my tongue.
My sister, inexperienced in such matters, tried to avoid my kiss, but I held her tightly, unable to move.
A strand of hair, scented with shampoo, slipped onto her forehead, obscuring her eyes; I
moved the hair away with my hand and saw that her eyes were already misty.
Okay, keep going!
My tongue continued to explore, like a little snake, teasing my sister's heart. My tongue found no
resistance , finding the tip of my sister's tongue. There was no escaping it. My tongue teased my sister's gums,
sucking her saliva; my hands weren't idle either, I pulled my right hand from behind her and slid it towards her chest—
her smooth chest
attracted my hand to stroke it back and forth, and my sister's breathing became more rapid; she closed her eyes, and her hands unconsciously
hugged me. Her tongue searched for mine, but I deliberately avoided it.
My hand moved down from her chest, and she grabbed my hand, opened her eyes, her face burning red,
her eyes signaling me to stop.
I wrapped my tongue around her little tongue and sucked it into my mouth. A slightly painful yet excited
nasal sound , and my cousin leaned her head back. I pressed her down on the bed, and my right hand seized the opportunity to touch her breasts.
Her smooth, soft breasts changed shape in my hands. My cousin, overwhelmed by my kisses,
no longer resisted.
My hands caressed her 34C breasts, feeling their firmness amidst their softness, as if the harder I pressed, the more they
resisted; the small, pink nipples hardened little by little in my hands. My left hand withdrew, and both hands
caressed her nipples together.
My cousin felt embarrassed and covered her face with her hands, not daring to look at me. I pulled down her nightgown,
exposing her breasts to the air, which, even in the dim light, looked so white and tender. My
tongue, which had just finished licking her lips, went back to licking her breasts, kissing from her collarbone down to her nipples. My cousin
's chest turned a rosy white. I gently bit her nipple with my teeth.
"Ah...it hurts!" My sister complained sweetly, taking her hand away and looking at me. "Brother,
what ?"
"Cousin, I didn't get to see your body last time, so let me have a good look this time, okay?"
"Brother, you're so naughty...Anyway, I wanted you to see mine too. If you hadn't been so eager last time, I
might have let you have mine. I've been feeling really bad lately, hitting you and I'm afraid you'll ignore me. How about this, I'll
make amends with my body, but you can only look, not touch!"
Okay, sister. I can finally see all of you!
(V) Taking an inch and wanting a mile
The dim light could only illuminate a small area; the rest was darkness, which gave
objects a hazy appearance, including my cousin's naked body.
My cousin took off her pajamas with her back to me and faced me. She wasn't wearing a bra, so her erect breasts
immediately came into view; even more captivating was that she was actually tucking her breasts
together, of course, out of embarrassment, but unintentionally creating even larger breasts. My sister, head bowed and silent, stood on the bed,
wearing a small pair of plain white underwear. It wasn't sexy, but it suited a high school girl.
"Turn around,"
I commanded, giving me a sidelong glance. Then she slowly turned around.
What a straight back! A straight back accentuates a woman's slender waist and
graceful figure. My sister's buttocks weren't large, only for a high school student, but they were very perky. I couldn't help but imagine
the wonderful feeling of penetrating her from behind if that perky butt were facing me. No rush, it'll happen sooner or later!
"Okay,"
my sister turned to look at me.
"Let me show you a man's naked body, as an apology."
"Who wants your apology?" my sister said with a smile. When I stripped me naked, my sister exclaimed
, "Why are you all naked?" Shyly, she tried to hide under the covers, but I grabbed her.
She tried to break free, but only managed to display her beautiful breasts amidst her heavy breathing.
Seeing that she couldn't struggle, she complained, "Didn't I say you weren't allowed to touch me?"
"Yes, that's why I want you to touch me." I pointed to my already hard and purplish-red penis and said to her, "
Sister , dear sister, you're so beautiful, and your figure is so good, how can I resist?"
"How come it's so big?"
My penis isn't very long, only 15cm, but it's very thick. The last time my sister saw me naked, she hadn't seen
my penis this big. This time, upon closer inspection, she was also shocked. It was her first time seeing a man's thing, and
curiosity combined with shyness made this little woman tremble as she slowly touched my penis. Although I'm
a virgin , I've had a masturbation history of six or seven years, so when her tender hand touched my penis, I
felt an unprecedented excitement but didn't ejaculate.
"Touch it and see..." I kept urging my sister.
My sister's hand grasped my penis and gently stroked it, "So this is what a man's penis looks like!"
My sister gently pulled down my foreskin a little, revealing the entire glans.
"It's so hot!" My sister covered my glans with her hand. "It's so big!"
"Have you seen it before?"
"Yeah, but only in figure drawing. I didn't expect it to be this big... Ah! It's getting bigger!"
My glans grew even bigger under my sister's stimulation, and she held it with both hands. Strangely,
she wasn't shy at this moment. Instead, she looked at my penis carefully as if she were studying an academic problem.
"The skin is movable..." My sister started stroking it up and down. Some people say that women are born to have sex,
and it seems that's true.
My sister sat on the bed like this, carefully stroking my penis. It didn't feel like ambiguous flirting, but more
like rigorous scientific research; but this was tough on me. My sister's hands were so soft, and they were facing me. Her
breasts moved up and down with the movement of her hands, it was so tempting!
Oh... I couldn't hold back anymore!
Under my sister's constant stimulation and the erotic scene, I suddenly felt a numbness in my lower body and ejaculated my first semen
in front of a woman.
My sister was watching intently when the semen suddenly spurted out and got all over her face and hands. She froze
, crying out, "Brother, get rid of it! What is this?!"
While frantically searching for toilet paper to wipe it off, I said, "This is your brother's treasure, it's semen.
You played with it so badly. Now it's my turn to get revenge." Taking advantage of her momentary hesitation, I grabbed
her panties.
Good heavens! Even virgins can get aroused. Her panties were soaked. I teased her, "
Why did you wet the bed?"
Sure enough, she couldn't hide her embarrassment and quickly said, "That's not pee..."
"Then what is it, my little pervert? Why are you so wet here?"
"I don't know, it just happens sometimes when I think about my brother," she said
shyly .
"Let me check what it is."
"No!"
Just as she was about to stop me, I pulled her panties down to her knees. Her whole body tensed, grabbing my
hand, her lower body twisting nervously. "No, I'm scared..."
I didn't move, letting her hold my hand, while I gazed at her mysterious paradise. My sister tried hard to
close her legs, but my hands were on her knees, and she just couldn't. She only had a few sparse pubic hairs, and
her labia majora were tightly closed, glistening with moisture…
"Hmph, she's clearly aroused!"
I stared intently at my sister's vulva, patiently counting her pubic hairs. My sister couldn't take it anymore,
having a man look at a place she'd never seen before, yet she couldn't close her legs; she
begged for mercy while struggling, but to me it looked like a woman wriggling her hips, waiting to be penetrated.
Finally, my sister was too weak. She pulled out her trump card—crying.
I panicked when I saw this, "Sister, don't you like me doing this? Then I'll leave."
Unexpectedly, as soon as I pulled away, my sister grabbed me, "No, it's just... this place looks ugly, you're looking at me
like that , you're bullying me..."
God, so my sister felt ashamed of the few hairs she had, that's why she was shy, haha, still a little
girl.
I hugged my sister tightly and said, "No, this place is the most beautiful, I could never get enough of looking at it."
"Really?"
"I swear, it's true!"
My sister smiled through her tears, sigh... little girls are so easy to coax.
"Little sister..."
"Mmm."
"I like you so much, I want you."
My little sister understood what I meant, her face flushed, and she didn't say a word. Suddenly she nodded, her face even redder,
"I also want to be with you, brother..."
My little sister lay flat on the bed, her hands on the pillow, looking like she was ready to be tasted; her rapid breathing made her
chest heave dramatically. My heart was also very nervous, after all, it was my first time too.
I kissed my little sister's lips again, and she kissed me back earnestly. I kissed her from her mouth down; my little sister's
body rose and fell with my kisses. I kissed her breasts again, and my little sister's hands grabbed the pillow, letting out
an alluring moan. I drew circles on her breasts with my tongue, teasing her nipples; leaving my kiss marks, her white
breasts became a mess, the pink nipples began to turn purple from the stimulation, and my little sister's body kept twisting, as if trying to avoid it or
welcoming it.
I continued to kiss down, my little sister's ribs, her navel. Finally, I stopped at the base of her thighs. I used
my tongue to pry open her labia, and her legs clamped around me, but then, as if remembering I was in the middle, they
loosened , only to involuntarily clamp and loosen again.
My tongue went further in, and my sister began to moan, then, remembering something, she quickly covered her mouth; sweat dripped from her
head, chest, and every part of her body, making her even more slippery. Her eyes were glazed, her hands flailing wildly;
her lower body tensed repeatedly.
My tongue licked, sucked, bit, and probed between her labia, vagina, and clitoris. My sister was going crazy;
she cried out, "Brother, I want..."
Before she could finish, a jolt ran through her, followed by a series of contractions, and she gripped the pillow,
squeezing her thighs together repeatedly.
My God, my sister's first orgasm! It almost killed her husband; I was so squeezed I could barely breathe!
After a while, my sister gradually calmed down. Her breathing became steady. She couldn't move anymore, looking at me with alluring eyes
.
My penis became erect again, and I opened my sister's legs. My sister was powerless to resist, but she smiled
and closed her eyes, which was her consent. I guided my brother towards her vagina. Seeing her breathing
quicken , I whispered in her ear, "I'll be very gentle..."
My sister smiled and kissed me. During the kiss, I thrust in hard. Because we were both wet,
the head of my penis slid smoothly to the vaginal opening. Otherwise, as a virgin, I would have had a hard time finding the right spot.
Then, I felt a barrier. My heart pounded.
A membrane—it doesn't allow you to freely retain your purity; on the contrary, it's more like a temptation, urging you
to go in, to thrust in!
I gritted my teeth and thrust even deeper. My sister's face changed, but she didn't cry out. She didn't know
that her silent endurance was even more alluring.
I went all the way in and lay on top of my sister. My brother was completely inside, and my sister's vagina tightly gripped
and squeezed him, like a foreign object being invaded for the first time, met with strong resistance from her body, unaware of
how sweet such resistance was to the invader!
After a while, seeing that my sister had calmed down, I pulled out a little...
"Wait..." My sister tucked her panties under her vulva, and I saw a trace of blood flowing out. "Brother,
I'm yours from now on." My sister was crying, a sweet cry.
Every time I moved, her whole body moved along with me.
I looked at my sister; this beautiful sister was finally under me. I began to thrust, and my sister
hugged me, her juices starting to wet our pubic hair; I kissed my sister passionately, and she returned the kisses fiercely. Her lower body
constantly met my thrusts, her moans filling my ears, her tight embrace enveloping me below.
Under this stimulation, I, a first-timer with a woman, couldn't take it anymore; my lower body went numb again, and I was about to ejaculate. Luckily, I
had some conscience, so I pulled out immediately, and a stream of white semen shot onto my sister's chest; my sister
looked at me, panting.
After I ejaculated and the sperm subsided, I calmed down. What was I doing? I'm her brother! Do I really
like her? What if someone finds out?
I slumped onto the bed, unable to move.
(VI) What to eat for breakfast
"Lazybones, why aren't you up yet!"
As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw my cousin greeting me with a smile. She was wearing a white t-shirt and hot pants; her snow-white
thighs were swaying in front of me.
"Has your mom come back yet?" I suddenly remembered something and hurriedly asked, thinking that if my aunt
came back and saw me sleeping in her daughter's bed, would she kick me out immediately?
"You're back! You saw us both naked... and you..."
"What!" I immediately stood up, anxiously grabbing my cousin's hand. "And then?"
"Get dressed first." My cousin suddenly noticed me standing up, and my little brother was already standing erect.
Being a young girl, even though we'd been intimate yesterday, she was still embarrassed to see me naked. "
Just kidding, Mom's not back yet. I was just worried she'd be back soon, that's why I woke you up."
Relieved, I quickly got dressed and cleaned up yesterday's mess.
A little while later, my aunt returned. She packed some things, gave a few instructions, and left again, saying
she had to have surgery for my grandfather today and probably wouldn't be back. We were going to go too, but my cousin had just recovered
and asked us to watch the house. Of course, she also told me to "take good care" of her.
As soon as my aunt left, my cousin said to me, "Let me thank you today; I'll make you breakfast." Then
she put on an apron and went to the kitchen to cook.
I looked at her alluring curves. Suddenly, a wicked idea popped into my head.
—Sigh, why do men always think of lust when they see a virtuous woman?
Under my repeated requests and my cousin's barely concealed shyness, I stripped her t-shirt off her snow-white
body ; of course, her hot pants and underwear were also pulled down. My cousin blushed and was forced to wear the only thing that could
cover her shame: the apron. Unfortunately, while the apron covered her front, her back was completely bare.
Watching my cousin's pert buttocks sway before my eyes, and how she could see the pink flesh of yesterday's violation contrasting against her snow-white buttocks when she bent over while busy
, and how her sparse pubic hair was particularly alluring.
At first, my cousin tried to cover herself with her hands, shyly telling me not to look at her, and when she bent over, she even clamped her legs together,
her flushed face filled with a mixture of shyness, joy, and excitement.
I was starving, but science has shown that hunger actually increases libido; my little brother was unbearably hard, so it seemed
I had to satisfy his hunger first before dealing with my own.
I sneaked over to my cousin and placed my hand on her smooth, soft, pert buttocks. The heat
startled her, and she gave me a reproachful look before shyly lowering her head and giggling. So my hands began
to caress her from behind, moving up her slender waist, without an ounce of fat, her smooth skin
guiding my touch to her breasts.
Her nipples were already erect, and she was aroused. I was delighted and pinched one of her nipples with my fingers.
"Ah, what are you doing? I'm making you breakfast, why are you messing around! I've already satisfied you, dressed like
this , and you still want to bully me!" My cousin pretended to be angry, glaring at me seriously.
Goodness, even when she's angry, she's so charming.
Ignoring her, my hand moved down again, probing her entrance—ah… a flood!
My sister's hands were oily. She wanted to stop me, but couldn't bring herself to do it. She struggled, her arms outstretched,
her legs clamping my hands. I pressed her against the counter, immobilizing her
, her back to me.
She turned to look at me, and I looked at her, my hand constantly touching her vulva. Her
eyes became hazy, and I kissed her lips again. With her back to me, pressed against me, she could only
resist with a passionate kiss. I withdrew my hand, caressing her firm breasts.
Because her back was to me and her head was turned, her breasts were prominently displayed—they felt
wonderful ! I turned her around and made her sit on the counter.
She wiped her hands on her scarf and then embraced my head. We kissed passionately, our tongues
moving in and out of each other's mouths. She tried to take off her scarf, but I stopped her, even though it covered her front
. But it was a kind of uniform, I suppose—a housewife's uniform.
I spread her legs, then took out my penis, moistened it with a little of her vaginal fluid at the entrance,
and then hugged her tightly, letting my penis enter the paradise I hadn't fully savored yesterday. The warm,
moist sensation enveloped me, and the strong, rhythmic throbbing of my penis felt like my sister's heartbeat.
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
My sister gently shook her head, her eyes unfocused as she looked at me, her face burning. She didn't speak,
just held me tightly. I took a breath and pushed my penis deep into her vagina.
"Ah..." My sister frowned, sighing slightly in pain, and hugged me even tighter, as if trying
to accept everything entering her body.
All the way in! Although there was similar pleasure yesterday, I hadn't savored it properly.
Today, I'll let my penis enjoy it more. I closed my eyes, feeling it deeply.
I don't know how much time passed, but my sister suddenly slapped my head, and I opened my eyes. I noticed my younger sister was
blushing, looking at me with an angry expression, but also as if she was holding back something.
"What's wrong, my dear sister?"
"Why aren't you moving?"
"Oh, right..."
My sister looked at me, tapped my head a few times, and then suddenly buried her head in my chest, embarrassed. My heart
skipped a beat, and I began to slowly thrust in and out, holding her waist. "Ah..." My sister began to moan, her juices flowing
freely with each thrust . I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts, and my sister began to lose her balance, unable to hold me, and started to lean backward. I held her waist, supporting her to keep her from falling. Just as I was getting into the swing of things, I heard the sound of a key turning in the lock. Oh no! My cousin quickly pushed me away, smoothed her hair, and tried to go out to see who it was. I quickly grabbed her, gesturing for her to look at her clothes. She panicked when she saw them too. Just then, I heard my aunt ask, "What are you doing?" "Making breakfast!" my cousin replied calmly. "There's a lot of cooking fumes here, don't come over." "Oh, Mom just came back to find something, you go ahead with your work." "Mom, what are you looking for?" my cousin poked her head out, her body still in the kitchen, so she could keep an eye on my aunt's actions. "Looking for clothes, what are you making?" Mother and daughter exchanged questions. I looked at my sister, her legs dripping with vaginal fluid, her labia opening and closing. Sigh, once the danger passed, desire only intensified. My penis started to stir again, and I touched my sister's body. My sister was startled and quickly signaled me to stop with her eyes. Too late, my lust was overwhelming. I started licking my sister's back with my tongue. "Where's your brother?" "He probably went to exercise." "See, college students are different, going to exercise early in the morning. You should exercise more too." "Okay, Mom." --Aunt, if you knew that your daughter and I were exercising, you would definitely want to kill me. I held my younger brother and penetrated her from behind. She was startled, but since I was already inside her, she had no choice but to accept it. I was penetrating her from behind, and she had to pretend nothing was wrong and talk to her mother; but she started uttering a few "uh-huhs" and "okay," and she moved her hips to meet mine, the sound of gushing water coming from below . "I can't take it anymore..." my sister whispered, then gritted her teeth and vigorously thrust into me.

Watching my cousin, who was trying to maintain a calm expression while her body was reacting intensely, I felt a
sense and thrust even harder.
"I'm leaving now, watch the house," my aunt said as she left. My cousin responded with an "Ah." Perhaps because
she was in a hurry to leave, my aunt didn't recognize that the "Ah" sounded more like an uncontrollable moan from my penetration.
As the door closed, my cousin cried out passionately, "Harder, brother, you're so amazing. I
can't take it ..." Her hair whipped in the air, her scarf soaked with sweat; her breasts swayed back and forth
.
I grabbed her breasts tightly with both hands and thrust into her forcefully. She let out a moan that sounded like crying
, and slightly whitish vaginal fluid soaked our joined genitals, flowing down our thighs. I
lifted one of her legs and thrust deeper into her, and she tried to meet my thrusts, but because she couldn't support herself on one leg, she held onto the counter
with both hands .
The room was quiet except for her moans and the sound of water.
I became more and more excited as I thrust in, and with a tingling numbness, I forcefully pushed my penis into her vagina. She lifted her head,
her vagina contracted, and her body trembled continuously.
"I'm going to cum."
"Inside, cum inside, I want yours, brother..."
I kept ejaculating, feeling my body soften considerably, and with a sigh of relief, I sat down on the ground.
My sister also sat weakly on the ground, her legs spread apart, and milky white semen flowed from her opening and closing labia.
She glanced at me, "You ruined breakfast, I don't have the energy to make it!" Then she said shyly, "
Let's eat your semen." After saying that, she laughed, so charming and cute.
(VII) Nude Painting of Two People
In the following days, my cousin resumed her school life, and I also went to see my grandfather. My grandfather recovered
very well .
Every day, I tutored my cousin in the evening as before. However, after the lesson, there was always a tender moment;
and then there was a great battle in bed.
Several days passed like this, and the next day I was to go to school to register. The thought of leaving
my cousin soon filled me with a pang of sadness; although I still couldn't say for sure if I loved her, I certainly
loved her body.
That night, we finished our tutoring very late. My uncle and the others went to the hospital, so it was just the two of us.
We didn't say anything, and we didn't make love like we used to.
My cousin's eyes were red.
"It's okay, we're in the same city, there's still a chance!" I comforted her, but my
cousin, who was about to plunge into the intense pressure of high school, didn't have time to be with me. Although I could come back once a week under
the guise of tutoring, my uncle probably wouldn't let me come all the time, since it was a long way, and the school was in
the suburbs .
"Brother, you have to write to me and call me often."
"Okay."
"Don't be attracted to other women!"
"No one can compare to my beautiful cousin, don't worry."
My cousin stood up, took out her sketchbook, "Brother, let's draw a picture together."
My cousin and I took off our clothes facing each other, and her naked body was so beautiful under the light.
We hugged and kissed. I kissed my sister's nipples, which were pink but slightly purplish,
standing erect. She also kissed my penis, but she didn't want to perform oral sex, so I didn't force her.
I touched her genitals; they were wet. "Is it okay?" I asked.
My sister nodded, lay down on the bed, and spread her legs. I lay on top of her burning body and forcefully
entered her.
"Ah..." Although it wasn't the first time, my sister would always cry out like that when I entered her, her brows
furrowing before slowly relaxing.
We stood in front of the mirror, my sister sitting on top of me, my penis penetrating her again. She leaned against me
, carefully watching ourselves in the mirror. In the mirror, our bodies were intertwined, my legs wrapped around hers
, and her legs wrapped around mine.
She leaned back and kissed me, her chest heaving rapidly, her nipples
hard ; a splash of red on her chest extended to her snow-white waist; her slender waist, held in my arms, twisted back and forth
like an alluring serpent, or a struggling butterfly, swaying left and right like leaves in the wind,
rising and falling like waves. Her two long, snow-white legs were spread apart and draped over mine, her delicate
skin under the light seeming to be sprinkled with silver frost, or covered with finely ground pearl powder.
Her hair smelled of shampoo, stimulating my sense of smell; her soft
hair, damp with sweat on my chest and cheeks, clung to our skin,
a thin mist of moisture on her face, chest, and body—her sweat. I tasted her sweat with my tongue, from
her ears to her neck, from her chest to her waist.
My cousin's face was flushed, her large eyes were so unfocused, yet they seemed to
speak volumes—deeper, more, more lovemaking, and I love you.
She glanced at me from time to time, then at the mirror. She didn't speak, but her eyes said
it all; her slightly parted lips were so alluring, I kissed them repeatedly, my tongue
entwining hers.
We were sometimes passionate, sometimes tender. Her labia were stretched wide, yet pressed tightly against my penis,
pulled in and out; white, lustful fluid, from thin to thick, wet our pubic hair.
In the mirror, we could see my penis going in and out of her vagina. The quiet room was filled
only with our breathing, the slurping of her fluids, the intermittent moans, the distant
chirping of cicadas, the gentle breeze—everything was so warm and so erotic.
In the throes of passion, my sister said to me, "Look at us in the mirror, do you think I'm beautiful?"
Gazing at my sister in the mirror, so moved, a mixture of innocence and passion; her lower body, constantly being penetrated by my
brother revealed her boundless desire; her firm breasts and slender waist displayed her
charm and sensuality, yet her innocent face left a lingering impression of purity.
—What a moving picture!
"Close your eyes, remember what we look like." My sister made me close my eyes, and we lay down on her
bed. She sat on top of me, "Don't look at me, don't open your eyes, don't look at my lewd appearance now.
Ah…"
My sister sat on my waist, letting my brother fully penetrate her. She began to sway her hips,
her hands on my body, her body squeezing so tightly that my brother almost lost all feeling. "Ah...
ah...please be harder on me, I can't live without my brother...ah...no, I can't...ah, brother, I'm yours
...ah...so exciting...I can't stop, I can't take it...ah..."
My sister finally tensed up, clinging to me, her lower body still gripping my brother, and
I ejaculated inside her in extreme excitement.
We caressed each other, kissed each other, and finally my brother fell asleep inside her
.
...
The next day, I left. My sister went to school early in the morning.
While packing my luggage, I found another drawing of my sister beside me—two people, naked, her and
me; she stood in front of me, leaning tightly against the me in the drawing, smiling slightly at the real me.
Next to her were three delicate characters: "Forget-me-not."

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