My sister's embarrassing moments

My sister and I have a very close relationship. Because we are ten years apart, she was too young when I was young and immature; and by the time she started to develop and gradually exude feminine charm, I was already an adult with my own world. Therefore, we have never had the kind of inappropriate relationship that some people enjoy reading about, and I have never had any improper thoughts. After all, she is my beloved sister, and I always think about her lifelong happiness. Our
parents divorced when we were in middle school. Due to financial constraints, my mother had to work night shifts, so I took care of my sister. Because of this, my sense of responsibility for caring for her became even stronger, and I somewhat took on the role of "brother-father." She also tells me everything, including which boy she has a crush on, or how her bras no longer fit. She would consult me about these things, and I even bought her sanitary napkins for her first period.
Time really flies; she graduated from high school this year, and this happened a year ago during summer vacation.
That day, I came home from work, and my sister immediately ran out of her room, looking very nervous, with slightly red eyes. I knew something was wrong the moment I saw her, and quickly asked, "What's wrong?" She shook her head and ran back to her room. I changed my clothes and knocked on her door. "Are you alright?" After a while, she opened the door, grabbed my arm, and pulled me into her room. She sat on the bed, and I sat at her desk, quietly waiting for her to tell me what had happened. After
a long silence, she gritted her teeth and asked me a surprising question: "Brother, have you ever masturbated?" I was stunned, unsure how to answer. "Why do you ask?" She didn't answer, but pressed on, "Have you?" "Uh!" I hesitated, but thinking that her difficulties might be related to this, I decided to give her a reassuring answer: "This kind of behavior is very normal! Young people inevitably have this experience during their growth." She seemed much more relieved, and her expression relaxed a little. After a moment of silence, she whispered, "Brother, I can't get an eraser out! Can you help me figure something
out?" I didn't understand at first. What eraser?...No way!!! Connecting this to the previous conversation, I was shocked by the realization: "Wow! You, you... Actually, this kind of thing happens all the time. Every obstetrician has encountered similar cases. It shouldn't be anything serious. I didn't expect her to do something like this. After coming to my senses, I found it secretly amusing.
" "You put the eraser in?" I didn't tease or scold her, but spoke to her seriously.
"Yes." She lowered her head, like a child who had done something wrong.
"Doesn't it hurt?" She shook her head.
"What if your husband thinks you're not a virgin?" "I'll worry about that later! Get it out for me now!" She started to get anxious, her voice sounding like she was about to cry. That's true, I had to solve this first.
"Okay! Change your clothes, brother will take you to see a doctor." "No! No!" She covered her face, "It's too embarrassing!" I tried everything to persuade her to see a doctor, but she just wouldn't go. Finally, I had to scare her: "If you won't go, there's nothing I can do! We'll just leave the eraser inside and let it rot." She looked at me, her eyes glistening, and she started to sob.
My heart softened, and I went over and hugged her: "Okay, okay! Brother will think of another way." She hadn't cried in front of me in a long time, and those warm memories from her childhood flooded back. She looked up at me, her cheeks flushed, a few tears still clinging to her long eyelashes—she was such a little beauty.
"Really?" "Really!" I wiped away her tears with my hand.
She rested her head against my chest, and I stroked her hair, just like when she was little and I would comfort her until she stopped crying and started laughing. Suddenly, a fact occurred to me, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I had to "help" her? How? My sister is no longer a child!
"I knew I'd find a way, brother." I stared at her, her bright eyes and white teeth adorable face, her expression full of trust. Her shapely figure was encased in a casual dress, revealing her long legs and delicate ankles... I started to have wild thoughts.
"Come on, lie down." She obediently followed my guidance, lying down on her bed. Torn between reason and lust, I slowly pulled her skirt up to her waist. My heart pounded at 150 beats per minute, even more violently than when I first took off my girlfriend's underwear.
Perhaps she had tried to "take care" herself earlier, as she wasn't wearing any underwear. It had been seven or eight years since I'd seen my sister's genitals. What used to be just a small fleshy slit for peeing had now developed into a beautiful sight.
Red petals, covering deep red stamens, made me almost unable to resist taking a bite. My once smooth genitals are now covered in thick pubic hair. The area isn't large, but it's long and not very curly, looking like a child's hair.
My sister was obviously embarrassed and turned her head away. I arched and spread her legs, like a pregnant woman about to give birth, exposing her entire vulva. I don't know if it was because there was an eraser inside, or because she was exposing her private parts to me, but her vulva was slightly engorged with blood due to excitement, looking more like a flower about to bloom. At this moment, my mind was in turmoil. I quickly closed my eyes and started thinking hard—how could I get that eraser out? Now, I ask you all to use your brains and figure out how to get the eraser out for my sister. (I tried three methods before I succeeded.) I was too excited to think straight. I told her to wait a moment, and only after walking outside the door did I catch my breath. I clipped my nails, washed my hands, and prepared a flashlight and some toilet paper. By this time, I had calmed down a bit. I reassured myself that I was trying to help her, not doing anything reckless, and my guilt lessened slightly. I took a few deep breaths and went back into her room.
My sister was still lying on the bed. When she saw me come in, she automatically pulled her skirt up to her waist, spread her legs,
and returned to her previous position. I noticed her expression; her eyes were tightly closed, and her brows were furrowed, as if she were facing something terrifying. It was incredibly cute. Okay! Now it's time to get serious. Thinking about this, my heart started racing uncontrollably again. I knelt in front of the bed, staring intently at my sister's "sister," and extended my slightly trembling right hand... "Ah!" The moment my hand touched that part, she cried out loudly, startling me. I quickly withdrew my hand. "What's wrong?" I asked hurriedly.
"Brother..." Actually, I thought it was a natural reaction, nothing serious. She probably didn't have much to say either, and after a long pause, she blurted out, "...Be gentle!" "Damn it! I'm trying to help you! Don't get the wrong idea, okay?" Her words echoed her own wicked thoughts, and I was a little annoyed that I'd been exposed.
"I didn't mean anything by it..." Perhaps realizing the inappropriateness of her words, she quickly clarified, "But...it's the first time a guy has touched that area! Isn't it right for me to be careful?" "Who said it's the first time? When you were little, I helped you pee, and I always wiped you afterward. I've touched it hundreds of times! Hahaha!" I couldn't help but laugh at this point.
She also chuckled and covered her face with her hands. Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room was less awkward.
I reached out again. This time she seemed more relaxed, as did I. But when my hand touched her labia, her body and my heart still trembled simultaneously.
I used two fingers to separate her vaginal opening and shone a flashlight inside with my left hand. However, her vagina was closed, and I couldn't see inside. I had to insert my fingers a little further in, prying "her" open from a slightly deeper position. Through the gap between my fingers, I could vaguely see a blue object, its size indiscernible, about four or five centimeters from the opening.
While my attention was focused on the eraser, the phrase "The Yangtze River Flows East" came rushing in, disrupting my thoughts. I looked up at her; her face was rosy, her eyes closed, and she seemed to be breathing slightly.
Since things have come to this, fine! Better a short, sharp pain than a long, drawn-out one, let's just get it out in one go to avoid any complications. My two "brothers" (index and middle fingers) went deep into the eraser, trying to dig it out.
However, this was completely ineffective. Although my sister had already "lost her virginity," she was still an inexperienced girl, and it was incredibly tight inside. Not only could I not open my fingers to grasp the slippery eraser, but I also accidentally pushed it in a little bit.
"Oh~ um~" This process of my strenuous attempt made her groan softly. My fingers were thrusting in and out of her wet, warm vagina, occasionally turning and wriggling. Not only could she not bear it, but I also felt my breathing become heavy and my head spin.
After realizing that this method had failed, I quickly pulled my fingers out, which were covered with my sister's secretions. I dried them with toilet paper and also wiped my sister's overflowing little hole.
"I can't get it out!" I told her.
Seeing her distracted state, it seemed her mind wasn't on worrying about this anymore.
"Yeah, I already tried it myself before you came back." "Why didn't you tell me first?" "Maybe you could get it out!" Actually, I knew subconsciously I was glad she hadn't told me, but my strong moral compass prevented me from facing that feeling. As for whether she did it on purpose, I didn't want to delve into it; I'd rather believe she didn't.
The reason I couldn't get it out with my fingers was because it was too narrow inside to accommodate two fingers. Since that's the case, I should be able to succeed with a small tool, right? So I went to the kitchen and got a pair of chopsticks, using them to reach inside and pull it out. To avoid hurting my sister's delicate vaginal walls, I specifically chose those smooth, white plastic chopsticks and washed them thoroughly. Those chopsticks were originally for her to eat with; perhaps she'd be more comfortable using them on herself now!
Seeing me take her chopsticks, she laughed and scolded, "If you take those chopsticks, I won't dare use them to eat anymore." "If you don't use them, who will?" "Mom doesn't know, so Mom can use them." "How can you be so unfilial? It's okay, we'll keep them as spares. If guests come over for dinner, we can use those chopsticks for them." "No! I'm putting them away after I'm done!" After a while, the work still had to continue. Without saying a word, I stepped forward and spread her legs apart, separating her vaginal opening again, and inserted the chopsticks. To avoid hurting her, I was very careful. However, it was too tight inside, and I found that I couldn't operate with one hand, so I had to ask her for help. I stopped and looked up at her, saying, "~~, can you spread your...that place apart yourself?" She sat up, blushing, and used both hands to spread her labia apart. I held two chopsticks in each hand, first spreading them apart, and then inserting them along the vaginal wall into the side of the eraser.
I had originally planned to hold the eraser like this and then pull it out. However, the eraser was covered in my sister's lubricant, and it kept slipping no matter how I tried. I tried a few more times, but it still didn't work. I looked up at her, and to my surprise, she was looking at me too. Our eyes met, and we immediately looked away. I noticed her expression was very strange. I thought, even though we're very close, this is still a very shameful thing for her. Before, she could turn her face away while lying down, but now that I needed her help, she had to face me, watching me insert the tool into her private parts.
Thinking about this, I started to get excited again, and quickly tried to distract myself: "It still doesn't seem to work!" "Ah?" Her apple-like face immediately changed color.
I thought and thought, but I was really at a loss: "I think we should go see a doctor, okay?" Hearing this, my sister seemed about to cry again: "Think of another way!" Tears were already welling up in her eyes. Seeing her pitiful appearance, as if I were pushing her into a fire pit, I didn't press her any further.
Having no other choice, I reluctantly called a junior high school classmate who worked as a nurse in an obstetrics and gynecology department.
It had been a long time since we'd been in touch, and asking her such a question was incredibly awkward. Moreover, to save my sister's face, I didn't tell her who had caused the situation; she probably thought I'd gone too far with my girlfriend and was secretly laughing.
But after hearing her suggestion, I felt ten times more awkward than asking her that question.
The expression on my sister's face after I relayed my classmate's words still makes me laugh to this day.
After my explanation, we sat in silence. After
a long while, my sister ran into the bathroom without a word, and I could hear the sound of the shower running. I remained sitting in her room, lost in thought, considering whether I should really follow my classmate's advice.
From a nurse's perspective, she naturally suggested going to the hospital, where a vacuum aspirator or some small tools could easily remove the foreign object from the vagina. However, if she wanted to do it herself, it wasn't impossible, but she absolutely shouldn't try to remove it with her fingers, as this would only push it deeper. She suggested inserting her finger into the anus and then pushing the object out through the vaginal wall.
(You can imagine my embarrassment and my sister's expression.) Actually, I had no other options left, because there was no other way. Besides, my sister had already gone to the bathroom to wash her bottom, showing her determination to let me dig into her bottom rather than see a doctor. It seemed I had no choice but to respect my classmate's professional advice.
I started to fidget, my mind racing with imagining what was about to happen. When my sister was little, my most hated chore was dealing with her poop while changing her diapers and wiping her bottom. How long ago was that little anus? The nightmare of cleaning up her excrement was long gone. Now, after thoroughly exploring her mature little pussy, I'm about to deal with her filthy anus, but my feelings aren't the reluctant reluctance of the past; they're completely opposite… Just as my thoughts were drifting off, my sister came out of the bathroom. She'd taken a full shower, and her skirt was still damp. She didn't dare look at me, just stood there shyly in front of me.
I stood up, gently took her hand, and guided her to the bed, where she lay on all fours. When I lifted her skirt, I was first stunned, then I had to barely suppress a laugh. She was wearing another layer of underwear underneath—wasn't that redundant? Oh well! She was still so pure and lovable.
It was her usual white schoolgirl underwear, trimmed with slightly tacky lace—very ordinary, not sexy at all. However, it hugged her beautiful curves, creating a different effect. What was amusing was that as I lifted her skirt, a faint fragrance wafted out. It seemed my sister considered that area unsightly and had deliberately sprinkled perfume or something similar to beautify it.
As I pulled down her panties, she sighed. I felt the wonderful sensation of my hand sliding over her pink buttocks, followed by the direct exposure of her pinkish-brown anus.
I knew that if I lingered to admire it, I wouldn't be able to control my lewd thoughts, so I acted quickly and without hesitation, thrusting my right middle finger into her opening. "Oh~~" she cried out, but having learned from my previous experience, I ignored her this time and continued my actions. Before I knew it,
I realized she was almost completely naked before me. How so? Because she was lying face down, her beautiful breasts were clearly visible through the loose hem of her skirt. These two points were usually overlooked because my sister didn't wear a bra at home, and I'd seen them so often that I never really paid attention. But in this moment of excitement, the feeling was completely different. Her bright red nipples swayed with her full breasts, like fruit on a branch swaying in the wind, beckoning one to pick them—so incredibly alluring!
I couldn't resist reaching out my left hand to touch her, but thankfully I regained my senses halfway and stopped, placing my left hand on her lower abdomen to conceal my earlier incomplete action.
Because her anal sphincter was constantly contracting, my fingers couldn't penetrate the opening, so I applied even more pressure.
"Ah!" Her cry suddenly grew louder, actually a scream of agony: "Brother! It hurts! It hurts! Stop!" I quickly stopped: "~~, relax a little." "No! It won't listen, it'll push harder on its own.
" What to do?
"Brother, could you apply some lubricant or something?" "That's right! What a smart girl." I suddenly realized: "I completely forgot about that step, all those...educational videos I watched before were a waste!" Actually, I had seen an adult film before where the male and female leads had to apply Vaseline to their penises before anal sex to facilitate penetration.
"What? There's an educational video for that too?" "Uh..." I chuckled and brushed it off.
I looked for usable materials nearby, and luckily there was a jar of face cream in the cosmetics basket on my sister's desk, which should be useful.
After applying the face cream to my fingers, sure enough, with a little pressure, it broke through the outer barrier and slid in smoothly. My sister didn't cry out, but from the contractions of her sphincter muscles squeezing my finger, I knew she was trying hard to hold back. Her anus was several times tighter than her vagina, so even though it went smoothly, I still carefully pushed in step by step, finally inserting my entire middle finger.
Following what my nurse classmate had taught me, I used my fingertip to probe the vaginal wall through the rectum a few times, and easily found the foreign object inside. Then, bending my finger, I pushed it out little by little as I withdrew my finger.

"It's out! It's out!" (Don't misunderstand, I said the eraser came out, not my... well, you know.) I had pushed the eraser to the vaginal opening, and it was easy to pull it out.
This eraser was cylindrical, no wonder I couldn't pick it up with chopsticks. It was about the thickness of a piece of chalk, and less than five centimeters long. My genius little sister actually used such a small thing to masturbate, which is why it fell inside when she accidentally dropped it.
We both felt a huge weight lifted off our shoulders. My sister, unable to contain her tension any longer, collapsed softly onto the bed.
I sat down beside her, reaching out to gently stroke her cheek. I intended to use my right hand, but halfway there, I realized my middle finger was still slippery and oily, so I quickly switched to my left. I gently pinched it a couple of times and said, "See if you dare do it again next time!" "Oh! I won't," she smiled, looking utterly exhausted.
I thought about the slippery stuff on my finger; besides face cream, it probably contained her... "Here! Smell it!" I held my finger up to her nose, trying to tease her.
Unexpectedly, she didn't flinch; instead, she reached out and grabbed my middle finger. Her bright eyes looked directly at me, and she whispered, "Brother, thank you." I didn't say anything, just smiled in return. Besides enjoying the warmth that filled the air between us, I was also relieved that I had restrained myself and hadn't done anything inappropriate. If she couldn't resist and did something foolish (and I believe she certainly couldn't control herself in the situation just now), then this tenderness will be gone forever, replaced only by endless entanglements of lust and the depravity of a perverse relationship. This is why I oppose incest.
[The End]

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