My sister loves me

My relationship with my sister isn't like some families where siblings have a deep bond and share everything. We rarely talk, perhaps because I'm a bit withdrawn and often seem unapproachable. Conversely, my sister has many close friends. She's always been accommodating to me since we were little, and since I can be quite bossy and unreasonable at times, we only talk when we need something, otherwise we ignore each other. Now we're both married, and overall, I think our sibling relationship over the years is fairly normal—even though something untoward happened.

We live in a three-story house. My parents live on the first floor, my sister and I live on the second floor, and there's an attic upstairs. We each have our own rooms, but we don't interact much. We share a study, and I often stay in my room. My sister, a few years older than me, usually studies in the study, only going to her room during lunch breaks or at night. This continued for many years. When we were young and naive, our lives were uneventful until one night when I had a wet dream during middle school, shattering our peaceful existence.

That night, I dreamt that a naked woman pounced on me. I woke up with a wave of pleasure, and amidst the surprise, haze, and ecstasy, I felt a damp, cool sensation in my crotch. I pulled down my underwear and saw it was a mess. I immediately thought I had contracted a disease. I took off my underwear, stuffed it in the bedside table, and ran to the bathroom to wash it off. Back in bed, I couldn't sleep well all night. I didn't dare tell anyone the next day. This paranoia and fear persisted for two months until nothing happened, at which point I felt a little relieved. Around that time, I learned to masturbate, naturally through word of mouth among classmates. Ever since that dream of the naked woman, I frequently masturbated in my room, ejaculating each time. Then I would wipe myself clean with the underwear from which I had ejaculated for the first time and throw it back in the bedside table.

My older sister was very sensible from a young age, helping my mother cook, wash clothes, and do housework. Back then, my parents were busy with work and often couldn't take care of the house. As far as I remember, my sister basically washed all my clothes. She would wash the dishes and clothes before going back to her room to study. Even so, her grades were still excellent, while mine were only average.

One night, I returned to my room with nothing to do and prepared to masturbate. I opened the bedside table and found my underwear was missing. It was all matted together from rubbing semen on it multiple times. I immediately thought of my sister; she must have taken it to wash. I pulled up my pants and rushed downstairs to ask her where my underwear was. Without turning around, she said she had washed it. "You're so old, why don't you wash your own clothes? Why don't you take them out? I always have to go to your room to look for them. You should wash them yourself from now on." I was incredibly embarrassed. She could definitely tell something was wrong with my underwear in that state. Whether she knew it was from masturbation, I didn't know. There's a word, "shame and anger," that perfectly describes how I felt. I told her not to touch my clothes anymore. She immediately retorted, "That's good! Do you think I enjoy washing your clothes?" I turned and ran upstairs in one breath. Looking down through the glass at the bottom of the stairs, I saw my underwear fluttering in the breeze under the lamplight in the yard.

I returned to my room, overwhelmed with shame, and fell asleep without wanting to do anything. Lying in bed, in my hazy state, it seemed as if that naked woman had floated to my side again. I suddenly woke up, and then I heard the sound of running water in the bathroom. The beauty of the naked woman lingered in my mind again. I suddenly wanted to see what my sister's body was like. I quietly walked to the bathroom door. My sister probably thought I was asleep, as the bathroom door was ajar. I peeked through the crack in the door, and my head buzzed. My whole body almost hit the wall. My sister was facing away from the wall, her smooth, delicate skin dotted with foam. Her buttocks were neither too big nor too small, slightly upturned, and her body was well-proportioned. When she turned to her side, I saw a pair of firm, full, and shapely breasts, and a small patch of dark pubic hair between her thighs, covered with white foam. I could clearly hear my own heartbeat, like a heavy drumbeat, and I felt that my heart was about to stop beating.

My sister was rinsing off the soap when I heard the horn at the door. My parents were home. I quickly and quietly slipped back to my room, unable to calm down for a long time. I felt like I was possessed, obsessed with seeing what my sister's genitals looked like. That dark, hairy patch of flesh filled me with all my desire. Because it was late, my mother went upstairs, spoke a few words to my sister, and then came back down. I waited anxiously for several hours, masturbating a few times during that time. My parents were already asleep downstairs, and there was no sound from my sister's room. I quietly opened my barefoot door and walked to my sister's door. After confirming that everything was normal, I opened my sister's door and then quietly closed it again. Listening to my sister's even breathing, I turned on my flashlight. She was lying on her back, one leg curled up, her thigh exposed. A thin blanket was draped over her from her chest to her thighs. With a thumping heartbeat, I slowly lifted the thin blanket off my sister. That night, she was wearing loose pink underwear. I gently pulled the crotch of her underwear aside, revealing half of her vulva—pink labia. I trembled and touched it with my hand, wanting to see what was inside. Perhaps I was too nervous, my fingers were clumsy, and I used too much force. Maybe I hurt her or something, but she suddenly shuddered. I was startled and immediately pulled my arm back. She moved, her curled-up leg straightening up. Although she was still lying on her back, her face turned towards me. Afraid she would wake up, I quietly withdrew.

Back in the room, I lay on the bed and masturbated frantically until I fell into a deep sleep. From then on, my sister's naked body was deeply rooted in my heart. To this day, I have seen many women's naked bodies, but I still believe my sister's body is the most perfect.

Human desires are endless. Since that first time, sinful thoughts have never stopped. Many times I think I am very perverted and shameless for having designs on my sister. Although I feel guilty, I cannot control the lurking lewd thoughts deep inside me.

At the time, my sister was completely unaware of my inner thoughts and actions. She continued her life as usual, while I began to seize every opportunity to spy on her body. Every night, I would go to bed early and wait for her to take a shower or fall asleep before reaching out with my wicked hands. As the saying goes, "If you don't want others to know, don't do it in the first place." One night, thinking my sister was asleep, I sneaked into her room again. She was still lying flat, wearing white cotton underwear. When I got close to her, I saw that her legs were tightly closed, and I couldn't see the inside. So, I touched her genitals through her underwear. As I touched her, she suddenly made a disgusted "hmm" and turned away. I knew that was a warning to me. I was terrified and ran back to my room. I was afraid she would tell the family, so I spent the night in fear. The next day, my sister acted as if nothing had happened and went about her business as usual. She even took the clothes I had changed out of the shower the day before and washed them for me.

Even so, I never touched my sister again after that. She was always wary of me, locking the door every time she showered and when she went back to her room to sleep. I lost all opportunity to touch her. When I couldn't hold back anymore, I would steal her underwear and masturbate, but I never ejaculated on it. After a while, my sister saw that I wasn't making any moves, so she lowered her guard.

Later, my sister graduated and started working in a public institution. She was relatively free and spent more time at home. I knew she had a boyfriend during her school years. After graduation, he went back to work in their hometown, thousands of miles away. I had never met him. They often talked on the phone, being very affectionate, and I felt a strange pang of jealousy. After a while, my sister went to see her boyfriend, but she came back quickly. Later, I heard them arguing on the phone. That's when I found out that the bastard had started dating a girl from his workplace after leaving my sister. My sister cried silently at home and then broke up with him.

During that time, she was in a bad mood, and I didn't dare to provoke her, but the lewd thoughts in my heart never stopped. As time went by, my sister's mood gradually improved. She was still as poised and elegant as before, pure and graceful like a lotus emerging from the water, and I became increasingly trapped in that thought. On my sister's birthday, my parents weren't home, and a few of her close friends came to celebrate. Because they had so much fun, they all drank too much. My sister's alcohol tolerance was low, but she insisted on drinking with her friends. As a result, after seeing her friends off, she collapsed and couldn't get up. I locked the front door, helped my sister up, and she struggled to go upstairs by herself. She collapsed again just as she reached the stairs, and I quickly caught her. Her body was limp and supple, and a captivating, sweet fragrance wafted over me. Although she smelled of alcohol, it couldn't mask her sweet scent. At that moment, my heart skipped a beat, and I felt all the blood rush to my head and then to my groin. I picked her up and rushed down to the second floor in one breath. Her breasts were pressed against my chest. I breathlessly placed her on her bed... My legs felt as heavy as lead, my mind in a tense struggle. The secret I wanted to know was right in front of me, but this was my own sister. I looked at her slender neck, her skin like jade, a slight blush on her cheeks, her almond-shaped eyes half-closed, her beauty breathtaking. I breathed heavily, I could no longer control myself. I suddenly lifted her shirt and started to undo her bra. My sister twisted a few times, and in my panic, I unhooked her white bra. Her two round, full breasts stood tall, easily grasped, with pinkish-brown nipples erect in the middle of her snow-white breasts.

I roughly groped her for a bit, then tried to undo her pants. She squirmed a few times, but I managed to pull them off. A thin white lace panty clung tightly to her thighs, covering her buttocks and genitals. Dark pubic hair peeked out from beneath it. My heart was pounding in my chest. I ripped off her panty, and the wonderful moment arrived. My sister's entire body was now completely naked before me. I stared intently at her genitals. The dark pubic hair was evenly distributed on her mons pubis. Trembling, I parted her legs and peered closely between them. Indeed, her genitals had almost no odor. Her labia were pink, just like the ones I'd seen before. As expected, I used my hands to pry open the two labia, revealing the pink and tender fleshy opening in the middle. Perhaps it was nervousness, or perhaps excitement, but my whole body trembled. I scrambled up and pulled off my pants and underwear at the same time. I spread my sister's legs apart and thrust my erect penis directly into her vagina. My sister let out a cry and then squeezed her legs together, trapping me between them. When I failed to penetrate her once, I used one hand to separate her legs and the other to pull apart her labia, thrusting in again. As soon as my penis entered, the soft fleshy opening made me dizzy. It was an unprecedentedly intense stimulation. I couldn't control myself once it went in, and I ejaculated in just a few strokes, all of it inside my sister's vagina. My scalp tingled, and my sister subconsciously groaned a few times before falling silent.

The moment I ejaculated, I snapped back to reality. What was I doing? This was my own sister! Was I even human? What if my family found out? What if she regained consciousness? I felt like I deserved to die. I wanted to smash my head against her wall and die in her room. I tried to clean the semen out of her, but it wouldn't come out. To this day, I don't know why it didn't. I didn't dare linger, afraid she would suddenly regain consciousness. My heart pounding, I quickly picked up her underwear from the floor and helped her put it on, then her pants, fastened her bra again, pulled down her shirt, and hurriedly left her room.

The next few days were filled with tension, fear, and self-blame. I didn't dare eat with my sister, always avoiding her. But this only lasted a few days. During that time, every time I saw her, I would glance at her guiltily, trying to figure out her reaction—did she know or remember what happened that night? But my sister remained calm and ignored me. A little over a week later, I gradually calmed down from my unease, and that wicked soul began to stir again. I became obsessed with my sister's body again; her alluring vulva was full of warmth, pleasure, and temptation. One afternoon after lunch, while my sister was washing clothes downstairs, I stripped naked and ran to her room. Everything was as before. I lay on her bed, wrapped her blanket around my hard penis, and pressed it against the sheets and mattress, fantasizing about my sister moaning and entwining beneath me. Suddenly, I glanced out the window and saw a lone pair of white lace panties hanging on the clothesline on the balcony. I immediately jumped out of bed and ran to the balcony. The panties were the very ones I had taken off that night, completely dry. I took them down and looked inside; there was a faint yellow stain on them. My heart skipped a beat. That night I had ejaculated inside my sister. Did she know?

My lower body went limp, and I panicked again. I hurriedly hung up my underwear and returned to my room, collapsing weakly onto a chair. Suddenly, a question arose in my mind: my sister's underwear had been hanging out to dry for days. A wave of dizziness washed over me. My sister must know! What should I do? What should I do? After a moment of anxiety, I strangely calmed down—or rather, I felt a sense of resignation. Whatever, let her be. Two days passed, and my sister's underwear remained hanging there, showing no sign of being taken down. Had she forgotten? Or was she deliberately leaving it there to let me know she knew everything? My mind was in turmoil, but I decided to test my sister. That evening, after she had showered and returned to her room, I deliberately stretched on the balcony and called out to her, "Why haven't you taken your clothes in? They're all dry." My sister ignored me. I froze for a moment, then walked to the window and looked inside at my sister. She was sitting on the bed, leaning against the backrest, legs curled up, reading a magazine. Her hair was wet, and she was wearing a light yellow sleeveless top and only red underwear. My penis immediately became hard, and my heart raced.

I gritted my teeth, took my sister's underwear, and brought it directly to her room. It was quite hot then, and I was usually shirtless upstairs, wearing only boxer briefs. When I opened the door, my penis still erect, my sister glanced at me. Before she could speak, I held up the underwear ingratiatingly and said, "Here you go." She seemed about to say something but ultimately ignored me. I stood there, my heart racing again. I really wanted to pounce on her, but I was also afraid. My sister noticed me standing there and coldly said, "I'm going to sleep." I hurriedly left. Once in the room, I masturbated, but my desire for my sister only intensified. I decided to test her again. The next day, after lunch, I was playing in my room when I heard my sister's footsteps coming upstairs. I guessed she was coming to my room to collect my clothes, so I immediately closed the door slightly, took off my underwear, and lay naked on the bed, pretending to be asleep.

Sure enough, my sister was coming towards my room. Her footsteps stopped after she opened the door. I didn't dare open my eyes; perhaps due to nervousness, my eyelids trembled uncontrollably. After a while, she went back to her room. I heard her close the door and opened my eyes to look at myself. My penis was erect and throbbing. I sat up, nervously thinking about my next move. About thirty or forty minutes later, I heard my sister open the door again. I quickly lay back down, pretending to be asleep. This time, she went straight to my room. I only heard the rustling sound of her gathering clothes, and soon she left the room and went downstairs. This time, besides being nervous, I was also a little excited, even a little proud. I felt I had taken a step closer to my goal. I went downstairs for dinner. My sister had already finished eating. She looked calm and normal, but I felt she was faking it. I deliberately asked her when Mom and Dad would be back, and she simply replied that she didn't know.

After that, we didn't talk anymore, but I secretly felt happy. I felt like I had tested my sister's limits, and I became bolder. After dinner, I went back to my room to play games, deliberately holding in my pee, planning to pretend I couldn't hold it anymore and rush in when my sister took a shower. After my sister finished tidying up, she went upstairs but didn't go straight to shower. She stayed in her room for a long time before going to the bathroom. I, however, was really about to burst. I heard the bathroom door wasn't locked, so I guessed my sister had finished undressing. I rushed to the bathroom door, opening it while shouting, "Don't rush to shower! I can't hold it anymore! Let me pee first!" Before I finished speaking, I was already inside. The shower curtain wasn't closed properly, and I saw my sister's beautiful body again. She was completely naked. She looked at me with a terrified expression and quickly hid behind the shower curtain, angrily yelling, "What are you doing? Are you trying to kill me?" I quickly said I didn't have time, and she just puffed up and didn't say anything more. I deliberately peed in the water at the bottom of the toilet, making a loud noise because I had really been holding it in for so long, and that peeing took a very long time. She closed the shower curtain in the bathroom, and after I finished urinating, I went back to my room. After returning to my room, I excitedly masturbated once.

After my sister finished showering, I went in and quickly washed myself. Her underwear was in the basin. I picked up her panties and bra and covered my mouth and nose tightly. Her scent aroused my penis, making it hard again. Back in my room, I lost all interest in playing around. Like I was possessed, I kept thinking about my sister, her soft, alluring vagina and breasts. I felt like a demon, insane and inhuman. I just wanted my sister; lust clouded my judgment, and I didn't care about ethics or morality. I just wanted her body. I was restless in my room. I decided to try. I went to my sister's door. She had already turned off the light. I opened the door and said, "Sister, I have something to tell you." She didn't answer immediately, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "What is it?" I closed the door and went straight to her bedside. When she saw me at her bedside, she asked what I was doing. I was so nervous I couldn't speak. I could clearly hear my heart pounding; I felt like my heart was about to stop, and I could barely breathe.

I lunged at my sister. Startled, she cried out, "What are you doing?" and struggled to push me away. I held her tightly, kissing her face and head. She resisted, kicking me, but I held her firmly. Soon she was exhausted, but I still held her tightly. She stopped moving, and I held her motionless, my penis pressed against her thigh. We continued like this for a while. Suddenly, she hugged me tightly. I felt a surge of excitement, like I'd received a reward. Holding my sister with one hand, I quickly pulled off my only piece of clothing—my underwear—and then started pulling down hers. She didn't resist or cooperate; she was like a lamb to the slaughter. After taking off her underwear, I... I undid and pulled open the three buttons of her blouse, revealing two warm and fragrant breasts. My sister wasn't wearing a bra, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I spread her legs and thrust my erect penis into her most precious place. After several attempts, I finally found that warm little nest. The moment my penis entered, my sister let out a soft moan and shuddered as if she had been electrocuted. I pushed in with all my might. My sister's vagina was very tight. Although she wasn't a virgin anymore, her vagina tightly bound my penis. It felt like there was a lump of flesh blocking my penis from advancing. Each time I entered, I had to push the head in hard to get the whole thing in. That feeling is something I haven't forgotten for many years.

Although I had just masturbated and ejaculated, I didn't thrust in and out of my sister's body for long before I was covered in sweat and ejaculated profusely. As I ejaculated, my sister trembled with the trembling of my penis. She gripped my back tightly with both hands, and I felt her nails almost digging into my flesh. After ejaculating, I immediately sobered up, just like the first time. I felt regret, like a devil, a beast. I even thought about dying. I returned to my room in utter despair. I heard my sister sobbing. I buried my head in my hands and drifted off to sleep. The next day, I woke up very late. I wandered aimlessly around the living room. Suddenly, I saw my sister's handbag still on the sofa. Hadn't she gone to work? I opened my sister's door. She was awake too. She glanced at me calmly and then looked away, without any hint of reproach. She was still wearing the same clothes as last night. I was instantly aroused again. I rushed over and grabbed my sister, trying to take off her clothes. She didn't say a word, letting me do as I pleased. That time, we made love for a long time.

From then on, my sister and I maintained this kind of relationship. Every passionate encounter began with an irrepressible desire, followed by deep regret. We would remember etiquette and morality, then discard them, only to have them return to our minds. We were both conflicted, yet unable to resist the temptation of each other's desires. We did it in her room. There was no love, only sex. When we needed each other, a single glance was enough. Afterwards, neither of us spoke. She cleaned herself, and I turned and went back to my room. During my sister's period, I masturbated. This continued for over two years, until my sister got a boyfriend and was about to get married. My sister told me this was the last time, and we shouldn't do this anymore, otherwise it wouldn't be good for anyone. I said I knew. We never did it again.

Society can't accept this kind of relationship. I don't want to mention those two words. This is something I can't tell anyone; it's a secret between my sister and me. I'm posting this on this full moon night, wishing my sister a lifetime of happiness.

[The End]

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