Brother, I'm not afraid

It was a hot Sunday.
After lunch, Mom and Dad went out to run errands. It was especially hot that day. My sister said she was sleepy and wanted to take a nap. I said, "Yeah, I'm sleepy too. I'll wake you when I wake up."
I dozed off for a while and then woke up. I checked the time and realized I'd only slept for half an hour. I closed my eyes, intending to go back to sleep, but after lying down, I was still drowsy and couldn't fall asleep. After tossing and turning several times, I suddenly opened my eyes, my mind clearing. This was the first time I'd been home without any adults. It was the fire of desire calling to me. I quietly peeked through the window. My sister was fast asleep. I got off and sat on the edge of the bed, hesitating for a long time. "What can you do?" "You silly boy, what else do you want?" It was like a voice was talking to me. Yes, only one voice, not two, because the other side was desire. It didn't speak, it just kept burning, burning until I could hardly breathe...
I got up, opened the door, and walked to my sister's door. I took a deep breath, grabbed the doorknob, and slowly pulled. The door wasn't locked. My sister was lying in front of me, wearing a spaghetti-strap nightgown. Kneeling by the bed, I gazed at my sister. Though we were often intimate, I had never been able to observe her so closely. Her hair flowed from left to right across her forehead, a few strands disheveled and drooping over her full brow. Her eyebrows weren't as striking as my aunt's, but much softer. The lines of her full cheeks extending to her mouth were exquisitely beautiful, the corners of her mouth naturally upturned. Her lips were full in the middle, especially her lower lip, the slight eversion revealing a fleshy quality that captivated me. I slowly leaned over, supporting myself on the edge of the bed, feeling her soft breathing. My eyes greedily traveled up her lips, past her delicate nose, and landed on her long eyelashes. My sister had incredibly beautiful eyes, but I could only gaze at her like this when her eyes were closed. Gently, I touched her lips, not daring to press any harder. I straightened up and realized I could barely breathe. Catching my breath, I knelt by the bed. Following my neck and bare shoulders down, I saw two prominent points beneath the thin nightgown. I leaned closer, but dared not touch. Very slowly, I pulled the nightgown up a little, finally revealing my sister's breasts. My eyes almost melted at the subtle curves. God, what a great artist you are, creating such captivating lines… The nightgown was short; I could see her white panties underneath. I pulled the nightgown up a little, trying to touch her panties, but even with my muscles stiff, I couldn't manage it. Those fantasy novels are all fake; they dare to take off someone's panties and rape them while they're asleep. Try it yourselves… I really didn't dare. I could only lean down again to smell my sister's scent, gently touching her lips. But this time, her lips moved, pursing slightly. I was stunned, frozen in place. But she only pursed her lips, curled up her legs, and lay on her side. I don't know how long I stayed in the room. I just felt I couldn't take it anymore; I felt so suffocated. I slowly left the room, quietly closed the door, and lay down on the bed. Only then did I realize how fast my heart was pounding, almost uncontrollable, and my arms and legs were shaking… But as I calmed down a little, I suddenly heard a rustling sound at my door. In an instant, I instinctively curled up and moved to the side of the wall. For a moment, my mind was completely blank; perhaps only my autonomic nervous system was functioning normally. Then I heard someone quietly enter, quietly close the door, and quietly stand by the bed. But I couldn't react at all to what was happening. My mind was in a state of clear, waiting, but no one gave me any command to think. The wait wasn't long, because she gently sat down, then slowly lay down, facing me, very close but not touching me. I could feel the warmth behind me, and I knew I couldn't remain blank any longer. In that instant, my mind suddenly exploded again; I didn't even know what I was thinking, just a jumble of brainwaves colliding and interfering—the effect was exactly the same as a blank slate, equally incapable of thought. I lay there like that for about half a minute, then suddenly calmed down, slowly turned over, and saw my sister's face facing me…her eyes closed.
I had no choice.
I reached out and touched her cheek, then forcefully kissed her lips.
At that time, I didn't know how to kiss; it was just lips to lips, forcefully. I pulled away from her lips, my cheeks flushed, my lips bright red. My sister pursed her lips, then opened her eyes, but didn't speak. I panicked again, only calling her "Little M," "Brother."
She grabbed my arm, snuggled into my arms, and I held her tightly, kissing her forcefully once more. Is French kissing a human instinct? Having never even watched porn, I tried to stick out my tongue this time, but I felt my sister's teeth, and naturally, she wouldn't kiss me. I pulled back, and she looked at me. I kissed her again, frantically kissing her entire cheek, then her chin, her neck. "Ah..." Little M held my mouth, which was still moving downwards. "Brother," I looked up and gasped for breath, only then realizing that my penis was as hard as iron.
"I like you, brother, do you like me?" I nodded. "I really like you too, Little M." "Slow down, okay? I'm a little scared." "Mmm."
My sister sat up, took off her pajamas over her head, her short hair swaying gently before falling softly onto her beautiful forehead, and then she closed her eyes.
I couldn't control myself anymore. I got up and buried my head in my sister's chest, panting as I kissed her, inhaled her scent, and rubbed and squeezed her cheeks, lips, and nose repeatedly...
Was this considered slowing down? I was completely out of my mind…
“Ugh~” My sister tilted her head back, pursed her lips tightly, her face growing increasingly red as she struggled to suppress her breathing.
Looking up, I saw my saliva soaking her thin chest. I pulled her down, kissing her face and lips again. This time, she opened her mouth, finally extending her tongue slightly to accept mine. Sweetness was probably the closest thing to that feeling. I knelt down, grasping her breasts with both hands and kneading them, my mind etching the sensations of each movement into my memory: the size of her breasts as I gripped them, the elasticity of her skin as I pressed them against my open palms, the feeling of her tiny nipples brushing against my fingers. I must praise God's creation once more. Although my thoughts were almost chaotic at the time, those feelings were deeply, deeply etched in my heart, allowing me to vividly recall every action from that time.
My sister's chest heaved rapidly. She grabbed my hand, seemingly wanting me to stop, but I pulled her hand away, moved my knees down a few steps, and yanked down her white panties. My sister didn't resist; she just bent her legs, letting me take off her panties. I held her knees, and she obediently opened her legs in front of me.
That was the first time in my life I had seen a girl's private parts so closely—of course, seeing my sister pee as a child doesn't count. My fifteen-year-old sister was already covered with a sparse layer of pubic hair, but the outline was clear. I hesitated for a moment, wanting to kiss her but feeling it was inappropriate to do so, after all, it was her private area, and I wasn't sure if I could kiss it.
Forgive me for this first time; I hadn't even watched porn until I was nineteen. This was a complete first time.
"Brother~"
My sister interrupted my hesitation. I quickly took off my pants, letting my brother handle the situation he naturally had to deal with. My sister just closed her eyes, but when she felt my hard penis, she clamped her legs together. "What's wrong, little m?" "I'm a little scared." "Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle."
"Hmm, will it bleed?"
"Oh, right, it probably will." Damn it, what should I do? Looking around, I quickly jumped off the bed and pulled a t-shirt out of my bag. "Here, use this as a pad." I folded the t-shirt and placed it under my sister's buttocks. "Did I make you uncomfortable just now?"
"No." My sister hugged me. I kissed her and put my hand between her legs. It was already wet and slippery. I kept rubbing it. "Ah~", "Mmm..."
My sister raised her neck again, gripping my arm tighter and tighter, her legs clamping tighter and tighter, so tight that my fingers could hardly move. I pulled my hand out and gently kissed her. "I love you, little m."
My sister opened her eyes and looked at me, smiling slightly. "Brother, I'm not afraid, I'm yours." Suddenly, the hand that was holding my arm loosened, but instead grasped my erect penis. "Ah~ Little M!" I exclaimed. My sister looked at me shyly, her little lips pressed tightly together.
Recalling the pamphlets on marital initiation I'd secretly read at home as a child, I remembered the clitoris was the most sensitive spot. I reached out again, trying to find that mysterious little bean, but couldn't find it for a long time, feeling quite anxious.
I was so impatient back then. I decided to give up searching for the clitoris.
"Here it comes, little m."
[The End]

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