Missing my sister, let's leave some memories behind. (January 2nd) [Author: Riding a Horse Across the Grassland]

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********** ... So, still infatuated with my aunt, I left City C because my parents had transferred to state-owned enterprises in another small city in the same province. Then , during the summer vacation when I was eighteen, my dad said, "You're about to go to university. Come back to City C for a visit, and I'll introduce you to my classmate from Z University. He's the head of the Computer Science department there. " Z University has many old buildings, and my dad showed me around one by one. "This is my old dorm," he said, "and this is your aunt's dorm." I said, "So your aunt also studied at Z University?" "Yes," he replied, "she got a perfect score on her entrance exam for the Chemistry department." I stuck out my tongue. "My aunt is so amazing!" he said. "Work hard, don't let me down, kid." I did disappoint my dad later, but that's another story. What followed was a lot of visiting classmates and relatives, endless drinking and socializing —it was incredibly boring. Things always happen naturally. It was a summer afternoon in City C, the cicadas chirping incessantly. My dad was chatting with his little sister , while I lay on a lounge chair on my aunt's second-floor balcony, bored to death. I casually picked up the dozing cat, Douzi, to play with, but the sleepy-eyed Douzi wouldn't cooperate, complaining I was too hot, swatting me with its paw and sneaking back inside. I got up to chase after it, but a cool breeze blew by, and I saw two little girls coming from downstairs, heading straight for the door . A minute later, I was called to the living room, standing before two girls, one tall and one short. These were my two cousins, Xiao M and Xiao Mi. Xiao M was twelve that year. Just beginning puberty, her eyes were so bright and sparkling. I froze, those eyes leaving me speechless, and sweat began to bead on my forehead. "Here's an ice pop, brother, I just bought it." Little M, with her round face, gave me a generous smile. I only remember feeling a tingling sensation on my back; I can't quite describe the feeling, until my dad said, "Hey, don't you recognize them? These are Little M and Little Mi!" I snapped out of my daze, took the ice pop, and grinned foolishly, saying, "Wow, Little M and Little Mi have grown so much!" "You've grown even bigger! Hahaha, come on, let's go upstairs and play!" The girls walked past me, and I, the big brother, grinned from ear to ear, drooling as I followed my little sisters upstairs. "Brother, you haven't come back to play with us for so many years!" "Brother, is it fun over there?" "Brother, is the ice pop delicious?"... I listened to their chatter with a smile. Yes, it was wonderful. That day was a beautiful beginning in my life. I couldn't help but think of Gu Cheng, borrowing a word from his poem: "I stand, without speaking, and it is perfectly beautiful," which perfectly described my feelings at that time. I walked over to M's desk, engrossed in looking at her drawing on the wall. "Brother's eating watermelon!!!" I exclaimed, startled, turning around to find M standing quietly behind me. She was so close that my elbow brushed against her right breast as I turned. It was soft and firm; I could feel its size. My mouth dropped open, and I stared awkwardly at my sister. M pursed her lips, a blush rising to her cheeks, the smile of someone who had successfully startled me still lingering. Two seconds later, M chuckled, "Going to eat watermelon!" I couldn't help but laugh too. Being a brother is so awkward; I never know what to say in an embarrassing situation. Later, I'll always appreciate how gracefully M handles awkward moments—it's just one of her traits, I won't go into details. One day, my aunt complained to me about my dad, "Your dad doesn't care about us siblings at all. He's been gone for so many years and hasn't even bothered to come back for a visit. Look at your sister, how clingy she is to you. They just want a brother. These days, most children are only children , and it's rare to have a brother you can play with." I said I also wished I had a sister . One rainy day, my little sister suggested, "Since your house is so big, let's play hide-and-seek." I said, "You're being too childish ." But my little sister pouted and begged me, "I'm not starting middle school until next year! I'm still in elementary school! I am childish ! Come on, come on!" "Um, okay..." So, I, a high school student, played hide-and-seek with two little girls. One round, it was Mi's turn to be "it." I hid in a wardrobe on the second floor, and then I heard Mi calling , "I'm coming! I'm coming!" I held my breath, but suddenly the wardrobe door opened. My eyes widened. "It's you? Mi? Mi's coming up soon, why are you running around?" "Too late, let me in!" Mi pressed herself against me and closed the door. The wardrobe was almost too big for two people to stand in. We were pressed tightly together, and I felt Mi's soft breasts again. My heart was pounding. How wonderful the darkness was… The following year was incredibly tough. My parents sealed off my bookshelves, forbidding me . I was nearly driven mad. My senior year of high school caused me to gain 30 pounds because I was forbidden from playing soccer. I was constantly surrounded by piles of textbooks and workbooks that I hated, and my butt was calloused from sitting so long. My terrifying mother also forced me to eat chicken, duck, and fish every day… Finally, my dad's connections with his classmates came in handy, because I failed my exams. After such hardship, all I gained was disappointment. I was devastated. For a long time afterward, even a year or two after graduating from university and starting work, I would still dream about exams, with time running out and most of the questions unanswered, then waking up in terror at the sound of the final bell . I arrived at Z University almost in a state of grief and indignation. I rarely spoke to anyone, as if talking more would reveal that I had gotten into the school through connections. What an innocent young man I was! The first weekend arrived quickly. After impatiently returning my parents' call, I received a call from my aunt. "Come to my aunt's this weekend. Bring your dirty laundry ."

Actually, even my aunt's family's enthusiasm couldn't soothe my wounded heart. If it weren't for Xiao M's allure, I
wouldn't have even gone. After finishing dinner in silence, Xiao M suggested taking me for a walk. I didn't say much along the way. Xiao M
patted my shoulder, "Brother, what's wrong? You're so unhappy since you got back?" I pouted and sat down by the roadside,
still unwilling to talk. "Okay, okay, let me guess," Xiao M squatted down, hugged my neck, and whispered in
my ear "You must have broken up, hahaha~~" "Tell me what your girlfriend looks
like!" "Damn it, don't curse your brother," I laughed and pushed her away, but Xiao M hugged my neck even tighter. "Then
why did you have such a long face all night?"

I finally blurted out my unhappiness, "Sigh, I haven't even passed the junior high hurdle yet,"
Xiao M finally let go, pouting as she sat down to the side. "I guess that day will come too..." I turned
to look at her, unable to resist reaching out to hug her, "Thank you, Xiao M."

That night I slept incredibly well. From that weekend onward, I finally rediscovered the joy of life and
began my carefree university life. Of course, there was also the joy of seeing my sister often.

At my aunt's house, I slept in a small cubicle on the second floor, next to Xiao M's bedroom. There was
a , which was always open—quite odd, right? So, theoretically, I could just put something on my bed and peek
over to my sister's side. After overcoming the initial awkwardness, I started to get restless. Every time I heard
my sister , I felt itchy inside. Nothing can stop the desires of young people. I slowly
mastered the art of peeping, and I could safely observe my sister's nightlife through the gap in the half-open window. Most of
the time, my sister was at her desk. A few times she changed clothes, and once she was shirtless, looking at
herself small, firm breasts were incredibly cute, and of course, they had grown larger than a year ago, about the size of a fist.
That was almost the most tense moment of my life; I had to desperately hold my breath. Almost every
weekend night I would masturbate once or twice, I just couldn't stay calm :- )

One day a few months later, I finally saw fourteen-year-old M caressing herself. Her eyes were closed,
her right hand inside her pajama bottoms, her back arched. Then M took off her pajama bottoms and underwear, spread her legs, and I could
clearly see the faint pubic hair, her pink vaginal opening slightly open, her fingers constantly rubbing herself, her upper teeth tightly
biting her lower lip, her face flushed—she looked incredibly cute. That night I barely slept…

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I've written too much nonsense, probably no one will want to read it, so let's skip to the first part.

It was a hot Sunday.

After lunch, my aunt and uncle went out to run errands. It was especially hot that day, and 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 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 the bed and sat on the edge, hesitating for a long time. "What can you do?" "You silly boy, what else do you want?"
It was like a voice was speaking to me. Yes, only one voice, not two, because on 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 right 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 . 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
, 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. So, in that instant, my mind suddenly exploded again. I didn't even know
what I was thinking; I just felt all sorts of brainwaves colliding and intersecting. The effect was exactly the same as a blank mind—still blank.
I couldn't think straight. I lay there dumbfounded 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 managing to call her "Little M," "Brother."

She grabbed my arm, snuggled into my arms, and I held her tightly, kissing her forcefully again. 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;
naturally, wouldn't kiss me. I pulled back, and she looked at me. I kissed her again, kissing her cheeks frantically,
then her chin, her neck. "Ah..." Little M held my mouth, which was still moving downwards. "Brother," I
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, and her short hair danced gently on her forehead before falling softly onto her
beautiful forehead. 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 breath, and smelled her. I
rubbed and squeezed her cheeks, lips, and nose repeatedly...

Was this slowing down? I was going crazy...

"Ugh~" My sister tilted her head back, pursed her lips tightly, and her face grew redder and redder as she tried her best to suppress her breathing.

I looked up, and my sister's thin chest was covered in my saliva. I hugged her and fell down,
kissing her face and lips again. This time, she cooperated, opening her mouth and finally slightly sticking out her tongue to accept
mine . Sweetness was probably the closest thing to that taste. I knelt up and grabbed her breasts with both hands, kneading them,
my mind constantly imprinting the sensations left by each movement: the size of her breasts as I bent my fingers, the elasticity as I pressed them
down , the feeling of her tiny nipples brushing against my fingers. I must praise God's creation once again. Although
my thoughts were almost chaotic at the time, those feelings were deeply, deeply imprinted in my heart, allowing me
to relive every action of that time with unparalleled clarity.

My sister's chest heaved rapidly. She grabbed my hands, seemingly wanting me to stop, but I turned and removed her
hands, moving my knees down a few steps, and pulled 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'd seen a girl's private parts so close up—of course, seeing
my sister doesn't count. My fifteen-year-old sister already had a sparse layer of pubic hair, but the outline was clear. I
hesitated for a moment, wanting to kiss it but feeling it was inappropriate, since 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 at nineteen, this was a complete first.

"Brother~"

my sister interrupted my hesitation. I quickly pulled down my pants, letting my "brother" handle the
situation. My sister had her eyes closed, but when she felt my erect 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, yes, it probably will." Damn it, what should I do? Looking around, I quickly jumped off the bed,
pulled a t-shirt from my bag, and said, "Here, use this as a pad." I folded the t-shirt and placed it under my sister's bottom.
"Did I make you uncomfortable just now?"

"No," my sister hugged me. I kissed her, slipped my hand between her legs, which were already wet and slippery, and
kept rubbing. "Ah~," "Mmm..."

My sister arched her neck again, gripping my arm tighter and tighter, her legs clamping together so tightly that my fingers
could barely move. I pulled my hand away and kissed her gently. "I love you, little m."

My sister opened her eyes and looked at me, smiling shyly. "Brother, I'm not afraid, I'm yours." Suddenly, the hand gripping 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 secretly read at home as a child, I remembered that 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 looking for the clitoris.

"Here it comes, little m."

Chapter Two

: Just got back from a nightclub. I've been working too much overtime lately and I'm exhausted. I really didn't want to go, but my boss insisted on going
with me . I was just going to grab a quick bite and come back to sleep, but I unexpectedly met a rather special girl.

Bright lights, smoky haze.

A row of beautiful girls smiled radiantly before me, their thick high heels and slender skirts barely covering their breasts.
Their long, straight hair, like noodles, partially concealed their exposed bosoms, and their long, exaggerated false eyelashes resembled giant fans. I
sighed, "Never mind, I don't need any." "Oh, we still have more! We have everything you like!"
The madam opened the door. "Come on, ladies!"

Another group of graceful girls entered. The owner said, "Don't be shy, order one. Can you handle it?"

I sighed again inwardly, glancing over the row of white, bare legs. Why was there one in jeans at the end?
I looked up and saw a girl with a bob haircut.

Short hair, short hair—my sister had the same kind of short, blunt hair. "Come here," I gestured.

I have absolutely no control over short-haired girls. If only she were a decent girl…

“I like your short hair,” she smiled at me without saying a word. “How long have you been here? I’ve never
seen you before.” “I’ve only been here for a month or two,” she replied. You could tell she was from Northeast China just from her voice, though her features were rather delicate and
lacked the typical Northeastern girl's boldness.

“Come on, let me toast you. Tell me your name.” “My name is Jingjing, what’s yours?” “Just call
me brother.” The same old opening lines. What’s the point of knowing her name? Who knows if it’s even her real name?

A boring conversation, clinking glasses, and watching my companions’ behavior, I sighed inwardly. Where
are all the well-mannered ones? There’s no reason to criticize them; I’m the same. Nobody’s going to be a saint here.
Looking at the faces illuminated by burning desire, I smiled and hugged Jingjing tighter beside me. "Sing! Jingjing,
you go first."

Amidst the noise, a quiet melody rose: "

I want you by my side ,

I want you to do my hair.

The night wind

makes my heart itch. My lover

is in a foreign land, gazing at the moon

. It's all the moonlight's alluring madness,

it's all the guitar playing's mournful tune.

Oh, I'll sing a song,

silently thinking of you. My lover,

where are you?" As dawn broke

, I remembered—it was the theme song of "Mr. Donkey" sung by Ren Suxi.

Dice were rolled, glasses were clinked, drinking games were played, and everyone was shouting and drinking. Amidst
the noise, a quiet girl sang. As she sang, I actually quieted down and turned to look at her.

"That song is so pretentious, but you sang it well." "Thanks." "Have you seen this movie?" "Yeah,
Ren Suxi acted well, very expressive." "She's also very distinctive and charming." "Yeah,
I like her." "You like watching movies, huh? Do you like Jenny from Forrest Gump?"

"Yeah, I like her. I sometimes listen to folk music too." Seemingly forgetting where I was, I started
chatting with her What the hell am I doing? Am I drunk? This is a KTV hostess,
not a female classmate from the university playground… I'm not drunk, just a little restless.
What kind of body does this girl in jeans and a white shirt have?

"Come on, it's too noisy here, let's find a quieter place." "Hehe, I haven't heard you sing before."
Okay, okay, I ordered Liu Zhengrong's "Unavoidable," and belted it out in my raspy voice. "Satisfied now?
Come with me." "Haha, I haven't heard this song before either. Although I sang it terribly, the song itself is really good." She laughed and grabbed
my arm.

Five minutes later, I said goodbye and got ready. Ten minutes later, we were sitting on the bed in the private room upstairs.

"Jingjing, just because you're wearing this denim shirt today, I really like you. Don't disappoint me."
"Who knows? Maybe you'll forget me tomorrow."

I lay on the bed watching her take off her jeans. Her legs were very straight. I stood up in front of her and watched her unbutton her shirt
one button at . She kept looking at me and smiling. After removing her shirt and bra, a pair of beautiful
breasts, about a B/C size, were revealed. I grabbed them and kissed her. She smiled and reached out to unbutton my pants. I let go and
let her help me take off my shirt. I took off my underwear, my penis already hard and ready to be. She reached out and squeezed it,
then pulled me into the bathroom. She was quiet, and I didn't feel like saying much. I just watched quietly as she washed me,
then washed herself. After drying me, I picked her up, threw her onto the bed, pounced on her, and whispered in her ear, "
I don't want you to serve me tonight, let me do it."

She was a very clean girl, with a clean face, clean and light areolas, and light pubic hair.
I bent down and kissed her cheek first. She turned her head away, and I knew she didn't like being kissed
on the cheek, so I kissed her neck and then her breasts. Hmm, about a C cup, just the right size for my hand. I tried to rub them hard, and she
made a soft moan. I lingered on her chest for a while, then kissed down. Her pubic hair had been trimmed, very
smooth, leaving only a light tuft on her mons pubis. Don't blame me for not being a gentleman; the good thing about prostitutes is that you don't need so
much foreplay, they're all wet and waiting for you. Her pussy was so young and tender, I couldn't help but lick and suck it greedily. Her
face was covered in her juices, it tasted so good. I felt her thighs tighten, and her moans grew louder
. I looked up at her heaving chest. It was rare to encounter such a clean girl. I was aroused today. I lifted her buttocks and placed my tongue
on her anus. "Ah! No!" she twisted her hips. I grabbed her buttocks and pressed my mouth tightly against her anus,
my tongue thrusting in hard. "No, ah, no!"

"Don't do this,"

I looked up. "You're clean. If you don't want to, I won't force you to go to your back, but I want to
taste . Don't refuse me." She didn't speak. I put her down and turned her over, making her kneel with her buttocks raised.
Hmm, so good. From her clitoris to her vaginal opening to her anus, I carefully brushed over and over until she arched her back.

I turned to face her and held my penis in front of her. She looked up and obediently took it in. How many different penises had
that pretty, well-defined mouth and skillful tongue tasted? As I pondered these stupid questions
, I watched her gentle breathing and sucking, and her technique was indeed far superior to my sister's.

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