Can only use eyes, not hands

My sister is 26 years old this year. She got divorced last year and has been single ever since, without children. Her ex-husband left her a sum of money that should be enough for her to live comfortably for the rest of her life without ever having to work.
Since the divorce, it seems like no one can keep her in check. She spends all her time shopping with her girlfriends, always coming home with bags full of purchases, and of course, I get to enjoy it quite a bit. I know her girlfriends all very well; they've been her classmates since childhood, practically watching me grow up. I'm a full five years younger than her.
I've been keeping an eye on whether she has a new boyfriend, because I believe her future husband's success is very important to me. However, my sister seems to have become obsessed with being single. She spends money like crazy during the day and never goes out at night, locking herself in her room early. I forgot to mention, my parents immigrated to Canada years ago, leaving behind a small duplex house, so my sister moved back in with me after the divorce.
Two months ago, things suddenly became lively at home. My sister's girlfriends were constantly gathering at our house, spending all their time in my sister's room upstairs and rarely coming to the living room. Except for mealtimes, you almost never saw them. I naturally had my own little secrets and didn't want several women prying into my privacy, so this was fine—each minding their own business. However, curiosity drove me to see what my sister and her friends were doing in their room.
So, several times I tiptoed upstairs, intending to peek through the exhaust fan under the door. However, I was always too timid and backed down at the last minute. After all, I had been raised with strict discipline, and I was worried about being caught by my sister. But I could always hear the ticking of a lighter coming from my sister's room, which only fueled my curiosity, though I couldn't figure it out.
One day, while my sister and her friends were out, I quietly slipped into her room. After a careful inspection, I discovered dozens of adult films in my sister's TV cabinet, and her computer was filled with nearly 300GB of Japanese, Korean, and Western adult films. On the dressing table, coffee table, and bedside table were all sorts of very pretty lighters, exquisitely crafted alcohol lamps, and several crystal bottles, with many colorful straws scattered around…
Could it be? Instinctively, I suspected my sister was doing drugs. Although this thought sent chills down my spine, the sight of so many pornographic films couldn't stop me. I secretly put on a few discs, and one of the men stripped naked and slept on my sister's bed, inhaling the scent of a mature woman, and then pulled out her underwear, masturbating while watching, finally ejaculating on her panties.
To be honest, what she was most proud of was probably her pair of round, plump, and exceptionally white breasts. In previous years, I would always find various ways to peep at my sister while she changed clothes or showered, because her large breasts were the object of my fantasies throughout my adolescence. Even now, I still often peep at her chest. My outgoing and carefree sister doesn't seem to mind having a grown man like me at home. She often comes to the living room to watch TV wearing only a bra, or simply puts on a thin, semi-transparent nightgown after showering. Whenever she moves, her large breasts sway unabashedly in front of me. Combined with the semi-transparent silk nightgown, her two pink nipples always make my mouth water. Hehe, it's really embarrassing and obscene.
Just last week, my sister's girlfriends went on a trip to South Korea. My sister, having just been there for Chinese New Year, didn't go. This triggered a series of troubles for me.
My suspicions finally came true; my sister was indeed using drugs, but she always argued that meth wasn't drug use and that it wouldn't be addictive. Since I don't understand much, I couldn't say much, but my sister's various actions always made me clearly feel something was off. For example, she has incredibly abundant energy; she can go for days without sleeping and still doesn't seem sleepy. Also, she used to secretly copy porn from my computer and now directly asks me if I have any good new movies.
And now, she showers and changes clothes without closing the door, not trying to hide it from me—of course, my sixth sense tells me she's deliberately showing herself off. Then there's the fact that she's become incredibly talkative, like an old woman. If she grabs me, she won't stop talking, going over the same question over and over again, getting more and more excited as she goes on, sometimes like she's lost her mind.
Indeed, I'm really starting to have some trouble. I've noticed my sister doesn't even close the door when she goes ice skating at home anymore. Sometimes, when I pass by her room upstairs, I always see Japanese adult films playing on her huge TV screen. Because of the enormous 50-inch screen, and the fact that Japanese adult films are known for their close-up shots and ultra-high definition, the actresses' large, white breasts and wet genitals seem incredibly close, almost within reach.
I've also noticed my sister is always half-lying on the bed, gazing at the TV with hazy eyes, occasionally taking a few sips from her crystal teapot. She's only covered by half a wool blanket; her shoulders, arms, thighs, and feet are all exposed. It's obvious she's not wearing anything under the blanket.
At first, she would pretend to be asleep when she heard my footsteps, ignoring me. But in the last couple of days, I noticed she not only didn't avoid me, but would also ask me to get her a glass of water or something similar—basically, she wanted me to come to her room. Every time, I felt incredibly awkward and uncomfortable; after all, she's the sister I've lived with since childhood. How could I possibly have any improper thoughts about her?
But I am, after all, a man, and I have desires, or rather, wicked thoughts. When wicked thoughts triumphed over reason, I broke free from my mental constraints and slowly accepted my sister's deliberate commands. I began frequently entering and leaving my sister's room. Sometimes, she would bring her crystal teapot to my room to sit for a while and sip some tea, though always in her underwear or pajamas.
At first, we just chatted about random, unrelated topics, but gradually the conversation turned to porn. According to my sister, she developed this addiction when her girlfriends took her ice skating and she watched porn with them. Whenever her girlfriends went ice skating, the first thing they did was put on porn, commenting and discussing it extensively,
like they were conducting academic research. My sister also gradually felt that watching porn after ice skating was a very strange experience. As for why it was strange, she still can't explain it herself; she just really wanted to watch it and really wanted to talk about it. Things she would normally be ashamed to say could be said without any restraint at that time. It seemed that her primal instincts had been released. So now, whenever she ice skates, even alone, she'll watch porn, but she's missing the person to talk to.
Later, in conversations with my sister, the topic shifted from porn to ice skating. I really didn't know anything about it, but my sister became incredibly excited whenever ice skating was mentioned, launching into a long, detailed explanation of its wonders. Because we'd talked about porn together before, our conversations had broken down the barriers of our shared understanding. When we saw certain or unusual scenes, words like "breasts," "vagina," and "penis" would naturally slip out, so we didn't feel embarrassed or ashamed talking about them anymore.
My sister said ice skating makes women very wet, their nipples itchy, and they get incredibly excited. Watching porn makes them even wetter. While saying this, she stood up, grabbed some tissues, turned her back to me, and wiped herself down there, seemingly to confirm her words. My sister also mentioned that she and her girlfriends love to skate naked, saying it feels good to sweat and helps with detoxification. Now, my sister has also developed the habit of skating naked. She always says that even having a handkerchief on while skating feels superfluous and makes her uncomfortable. Because she kept repeating this, I suddenly felt that my sister was testing me. Did she want to undress in front of me? I suddenly felt that my sister had a tendency to skate naked in front of me, so I paid extra attention to the few times she came to my room to chat with her crystal ice curler.
Sure enough, one scorching afternoon, my sister, as usual, carried her iridescent crystal ice curler, wearing a short pink lace nightgown, and barefoot, and jumped onto my bed as soon as she entered my room. Perhaps because she hadn't fully woken up from her afternoon nap, my sister yawned as she leaned against the headboard of my bed, sleepily putting the plastic tube from the kettle into her mouth. She casually placed her other hand on my thigh. "Where's the fire?" my sister asked. I handed her a lighter, and she looked at me with a mischievous smile, saying in a slightly coquettish tone, "Why don't you light one for me?"
I suddenly felt a surge of excitement, grabbed the lighter, and lit it, then poured the flame onto the bottom of the glass bulb. The fire was quite fierce, but my sister didn't seem to care, continuing to squint and inhale deeply. Bubbles instantly rose in the crystal pot, making gurgling sounds. Wow! My sister's breath was so long! The smoke from the glass bulb didn't dissipate at all; it all went into her lungs.
"Ptooey... ptooey..." Suddenly, my sister sat up, spitting saliva to the side, her face showing extreme discomfort. "You little rascal, why did you turn the fire up so high? It's killing me!" I looked at my sister blankly, stunned and at a loss for words. My sister seemed a little better, but still frowned and scolded me playfully, "You silly goose, you idiot! Turning the fire up so high will burn it, it's so bitter. And this is so strong, it's definitely going to give you a headache later."
"A headache? What do you mean by a headache?" I asked, puzzled. Seeing my blank expression, my sister hesitated, then gently poked my forehead with her finger. She mumbled something under her breath…
I dared not burn any more for her. Watching her skillfully adjust the flame, elegantly moving it around the small glass ball, the smoke drifting into her mouth before being slowly exhaled. Seeing how much she enjoyed it, I couldn't resist taking a few puffs myself, wanting to experience the legendary blissful ecstasy, the feeling of having everything I wanted. However, my sister flatly refused my request, warning me never to make the same request again, and certainly not to even entertain such thoughts. I reluctantly gave an "Oh." Then came nearly five minutes of silence.
Just as the air seemed to freeze, my sister suddenly gave me a light kick and asked, "Do you have any good movies?" "Huh?" I didn't even react. "You little rascal, you must have downloaded a lot of movies again. My computer's internet speed always slows down at night. Humph, I knew you were using Xunlei or Kuaibo." My sister said with a mischievous grin, her eyes narrowed.
"I...I...no...oh...just..." I stammered, caught off guard by my sister's obvious shrug. Just as my face began to flush red and then pale, my sister's attitude suddenly changed. She stood up, grabbed my arm, and said in a sweet voice, "Let me watch some in a bit, okay?" Actually, my sister watching porn at home wasn't anything new to me. We'd watched and discussed it together before. But this time, I saw a blush on her face and a dazed, dreamy look in her eyes.
I turned on the computer, and at my sister's request, I connected the video cable and switched the screen to the 56-inch Sony LED frameless monitor on the wall. The graceful, voluptuous, and silky white bodies of the Japanese adult film actresses were clearly displayed on the TV screen. As the camera zoomed in, every detail of the actress's body was revealed. Especially when the camera slowly moved up from the bottom to the top of her thighs, the sudden appearance of thick pubic hair completely blocked my vision. It was an immersive feeling, as if the actress was standing right in front of me, playing with her pubic hair and covering my entire face... I inevitably got an erection, my eyes staring blankly at the screen, my mouth half-open, unable to come back to my senses for a long time.
After a moment of petrification, I was awakened by a rustling sound behind me. I turned around and saw my sister. "Ah!" I couldn't help but gasp, my whole body freezing up again. My sister… she had somehow managed to remove her only nightgown and was now lying naked on the bed, clutching a lighter and a crystal kettle, the thin tube still between her teeth. The fire burned, the ice swirled, and she exhaled smoke bubbles. Suddenly, my mouth went dry, and a rush of blood surged through me.
Despite this, my eyes had already scanned her fair, soft, and incredibly sexy body several times. When she exhaled a long puff of smoke, our eyes met, and in an instant, her face flushed. She said coquettishly, “You brat, turn your head away!” After a two-second pause, my head mechanically turned 180 degrees, my eyes still lingering, scrutinizing her goddess-like, almost perfect, flawless, snow-white body.
The silence often used in movies was incredibly effective at this moment. A few minutes later, my sister whispered, "I told you, I don't like wearing clothes when I'm ice skating... My scalp was tingling for a while just now... I didn't even notice you were right next to me... You... You didn't even say a word when you turned around..." My heart rate was probably around 200 beats per minute, and I had to take a deep breath to even speak.
"I... I'm sorry, sister... I... I forgot... I... I didn't know... you were going to take your clothes off today... I... Besides, I... I... It's not like I haven't seen you naked before... no... without clothes..." My voice trembled violently.
"Alright, alright, don't explain anymore. I'm not blaming you for anything. You're all grown up and you still take baths with me and fight over the bathtub. It's okay if we siblings see each other, we came from the same mother's belly." She paused and then said, "Hmph, don't think I don't know, you peeked at me taking a bath the other day, didn't you?"
I said, "No way! You were the one taking a bath without closing the door, I just happened to pass by and peeked." "Oh, you're such a gentleman, tsk tsk! I didn't expect my brother to be such a gentleman." My sister seemed to have relaxed a lot. "We've got a deal, right? Since you've already seen it, I won't wear any more clothes when I go ice skating at home. You're not allowed to say anything, and you're being disrespectful to your sister, understand? If you dare to say or do anything out of line, see how I deal with you, get it?"
"Okay," I replied crisply. "Sis, can I turn around to talk to you? It's easy to twist my neck if I talk like this." I looked like I was about to cry, so aggrieved.
"Okay, turn around. Let's make it clear first, you can have your eyes, but you can't touch anything. If you dare to touch anything... just try it!" My sister said the last few words through gritted teeth, and she even made a "tsk" gesture with her hand.
I could finally look at my sister's naked body so openly, and so close, so realistic and clear, so relaxed and at ease. My sister was indeed a stunning beauty. Her enormous breasts didn't sag even when she lay down; her nipples were a vibrant red, like moistened cherries. The tuft of hair between her legs was evenly long and smoothly curved, instantly arousing a desire to peek deeper. Anyway, my sister said I could look, but not touch.
So, I became bolder. My daring eyes roamed over her body. My sister, surprisingly, seemed completely at ease, without any affectation; every pose was natural and casual.
A lazy afternoon, a quiet room, the blazing sunlight, a picture-perfect naked female body in a luxurious apartment, a room filled with erotic, ethereal smoke, a pair of wicked eyes, and two restless hearts…
[The End]

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