Sealed Memories

The Sealed Memories (1)

I was born in a small town in the north. I was the youngest child in my family and the only boy. I

had two older sisters.

In that era of male chauvinism, my birth made the whole family extremely happy and doting. It is said

that my mother was under great pressure because of the gossip that "her womb is not good enough and she only gives birth to girls."

As the youngest and a boy, my two older sisters, in addition to my parents, also doted on

me. They would always give me the best food.

Perhaps girls are born with a maternal glow. Boys are especially fond of their

mothers when they are young, but they have to go to work every day. The responsibility of taking care of the family fell on my two older sisters

, so I was very close to them.

At that time, we were all young and family, so we didn't shy away from our clothes. In the summer,

my two older sisters would wear a small vest and walk around in front of me.

It was at this time that I noticed that my sisters' chests seemed to be different from mine. They had a hemispherical protrusion about the size of

a steamed bun .

My eldest sister is five years older than me, and my second sister is three years older. My eldest sister's breasts are more prominent,

like , while my second sister only has slight protrusions.

I was weaned late when I was little, and because my parents doted on me too much, I remember

still drinking milk when I was eight or nine years old. Every time I saw my mother's two full breasts, I really wanted to touch them. At that

time , I did

n't know what they were called breasts; I thought only my mother had them, and neither my father, sister, nor I had any. My mother's breasts were very large and soft. Actually, later on, every time I drank milk, there wasn't much left;

it real milk, but something like thin water. But I especially loved having the nipple in my mouth, touching the soft

breasts, and the feeling of my mother gently stroking my head.

Besides the difference in their breasts, I also noticed that my sisters' genitals were different from mine. I have a small

penis , but my sisters' genitals were smooth.

At that time, we didn't have a toilet at home; we used a small round bucket as a chamber pot, which the whole family shared.

It was placed behind a stall, with no privacy.

A few times when my sisters went to pee, I ran over to watch and discovered that they peed

sitting down . I always stood up, and since I didn't have a penis yet, my genitals were just a smooth surface, and the urine

would suddenly spray out from who-knows-where.

What I found even more interesting was that after they finished peeing, they would vigorously shake their bottoms up and down before

wiping themselves . These many differences both amused and confused me, so I ran to ask my mother.

My mother scolded me, saying, "What are you doing running over to watch those little girls using the toilet? Do you want to be a hooligan when you grow up?"

I was so scared that I never dared to ask again.

At that time, our house had two separate rooms. My parents and I slept in the main room, and my sisters slept in the smaller room, separated by a

fire wall. To get between them, you had to go through the kitchen.

At that time, my father was away on business trips with a medical team, and my mother, being a nurse, often had to work night shifts. So, it was just my

eldest sister, my second eldest sister, and me at home. At night, I would get scared and run to their room

to sleep with them.

Back then, we all slept on the same kang (heated brick bed), but in separate blankets. My eldest sister had one blanket, and my second sister had

another. I especially loved sleeping in the same blanket with my eldest sister.

This was because only my eldest sister had two small, rounded breasts like my mother's, while my second sister's

were relatively flat.

Whenever my mother was home and slept with her, I would touch her breasts to fall asleep.

Over time became a habit; I couldn't fall asleep without touching them.

The first time I tried to touch my eldest sister's breasts, she resisted and slapped my hand away. But I was used to

being pampered , and it seemed like I could get anything I wanted. So, I ignored her wishes

and insisted on touching her breasts, touching them every time she slapped me.

Perhaps she gave in or was tired, because my eldest sister whispered to me that I could touch them after my second sister fell asleep, and that

I couldn't tell my second sister or our parents. I didn't understand why, but I nodded in agreement from under the covers.

Not long after, I heard my second sister's even breathing. My eldest sister and I turned our heads to look, and

my second sister was already asleep with her eyes closed.

Following our previous agreement, I touched my eldest sister's chest again. She had her back to me and

didn't resist, letting me do as I pleased, continuing to sleep.

My eldest sister's breasts were different from my mother's. My mother's breasts were large and soft, with reddish-purple nipples

, while my eldest sister's were firmer, with two small pink nipples that hardened when touched.

I found it particularly amusing and kneaded them. My eldest sister's body trembled and stiffened instantly.

I found it very interesting and wanted to continue, but my eldest sister angrily scolded me, saying that if I

moved , she wouldn't let me touch her anymore. I was scared and behaved myself.

After touching her for a while, I lost interest and simply left my hand there, continuing to sleep.

Such group sleeping sessions were common back then. Once, when my eldest sister wasn't looking

, I leaned close to her chest and tried to suckle her pink nipple, hoping to get some milk.

But nothing came out; it was probably too itchy. Instead, it made my eldest sister laugh, almost waking

my second sister.

My eldest sister started menstruating around thirteen or fourteen. I didn't know then, but now I think it probably was

, because I saw a cloth bag about 3 centimeters long and 5 centimeters wide with two

thin strings .

From then on, my eldest sister refused to let me touch her breasts anymore. Once,

while she was changing clothes, her head was covered, and I rushed over and groped her breast hard, startling her.

That really angered her. She yelled, "Why are you so annoying, Mom! Look at

me, I'm so young, and you're touching me like that when I'm taking off my clothes! Aren't you going to do anything about it?!"

The result was a scolding and two swipes with a broom.

At the time, I didn't understand why they suddenly stopped letting me touch them. I thought to myself, "If you don't let me touch you

, I don't care. Who wants to touch you anyway?"

Later, one time I was sleeping with my mother, and my father wasn't home. After turning off the lights and going to sleep, I habitually touched

my mother's breasts again. They were big and soft, and felt much better than my older sister's. But then, something strange happened.

While I was touching her breasts, my penis started to get erect. The glans felt tingly and itchy

, and I really wanted to scratch it, so I scratched it with my hand, which felt much better.

Later, touching her breasts with one hand and scratching my penis with the

other my mother, pressing myself against her, and rubbed my penis against her buttocks.

To my surprise, this rubbing felt even better than touching her breasts. I happily continued this

rubbing , but soon my mother, who had been sleeping, was woken up by my actions.

When she woke up and felt my strange movements, she sat up abruptly from the covers. I was

startled and suddenly wondered if I had done something wrong.

She turned on the light, looked at me, and then at my penis. I still remember her expression—

complete disbelief, as if

she had seen a monster. I was terrified and curled up, trying to hide my penis from her, because I

knew this situation was definitely related to it.

But this strange atmosphere only lasted a short while. My mother smiled, patted my head, and told me not to be afraid

, that everything would be alright.

Then she comforted me, gently stretching my curled-up body out little by little. At that moment, my

little penis, which had been getting bigger and itchy, was so frightened that it changed its usual shape.

Here's a joke: when I was little, when I first discovered that my penis could get bigger, I

thought it was like Sun Wukong's Ruyi Jingu Bang (the magic staff) in the movies, able to grow bigger and smaller at will.

For a long time, whenever I noticed it getting bigger, I would keep saying to it, "Big, big, big, big!"

Getting back to the point, my mother looked at my penis, hesitated for a moment, and then, under my gaze, slowly

reached out and touched it. Even though it was through my underwear, I felt that her movements were very gentle and careful

, making me feel very comfortable.

What's even more amazing is that after my mother touched it for a while, my penis

seemed and started to grow bigger again. The only difference this time was that my mother's touch didn't have the itchy feeling from before;

instead, it felt a comfort I had never experienced before.

"When did it start to become like this?"

my mother suddenly asked me after touching it for a while.

"I can't remember, it started a while ago,"

I answered truthfully.

"Is it uncomfortable? Is there anything that's bothering you?"

Because my mother was a nurse, I was startled by her seemingly random question, thinking I had some

strange illness, so I naturally told her everything.

"No wonder you kept touching Huixiu."

Huixiu was my older sister's name, but I couldn't understand what touching my older sister had to do with my penis getting bigger.

After touching it for a while longer, my mother told me not to think about anything, to go to sleep, and

not to tell anyone about what happened tonight. Besides feeling a little strange, it also made me feel

the mystery and excitement of a secret agent in those movies about fighting the Japanese invaders. In the end, I did keep this secret and

didn't tell anyone.

When my mother turned off the light and lay down again, I moved closer to touch her breasts, but she immediately pulled away

and told me I could never do that again. She said that when I slept, I had to sleep properly and wasn't allowed to

touch her breasts.

I was initially happy because I had a little secret with my mother,

but suddenly I felt frustrated and wanted to cry. However, I was quite stubborn at that time, so I forced myself to remain silent and fell asleep.

A few days later, my father came, and my mother made me sleep in the small room from then on, at the very back, with my second sister

in between . Each of us had our own blanket. Finally, as if to admonish me, she specifically said, "

Sleep well and don't move around."

Let me tell you about my second sister. If we're talking about looks, my eldest sister is definitely the most beautiful. From a young age, she

helped with chores and took care of us. Sometimes when our parents weren't home, she was practically the head of the household.

So, I always saw my mother's shadow in her.

Because she often helped with chores around the house, her skin was somewhat dark, not fair, and she looked like

a boy . My second sister, although three years older than me, was even more playful than me, like a tomboy. If it weren't

for her naturally fair skin, anyone would think she was a boy.

It was precisely because of her playfulness and ambition that my second sister and I always played together. Sometimes, when my

friends teased me for always following my second sister around shamelessly, she would pick up a small twig

or stone from the ground and hit them.

Her fierceness protected me from being bullied by other children when I was little, so in my heart, these

two sisters have always held a motherly position, protecting me in the face of adversity.

One day, it was just my second sister and me at home. I was just playing around, while my second sister

seemed to have homework assigned in class, drawing. I was so bored that I sat next to her and watched her draw.

The drawing was very ordinary, nothing special. I looked at my second sister again, and at that moment, her concentration was unusually strong

, and she seemed particularly quiet, with an indescribable purity.

At that moment, my gaze inexplicably drifted downwards, landing on my second sister's open

collar , revealing her developing breasts.

Normally, I would openly and honestly look at or touch breasts, but this was the first

time I'd done it secretly without anyone knowing.

This voyeuristic behavior brought a unique thrill to my young mind; it was indescribable,

but always exciting. Perhaps because of this, I still have a particular fascination with voyeurism even as an adult.

But my second sister, being a free spirit, eventually couldn't stand the loneliness and said to me, "Let's play a game

."

I agreed and asked, "What should we play?"

She thought for a moment and said, "Nothing's interesting. How about we play house?"

Every girl goes through a phase where she has a special fondness for these kinds of games. Despite

my second sister's tomboyish nature, she had a gentle, ladylike side. I even

teased her about this incident later, and it led to many unfortunate events—but that's another story

.

"So how do we play?"

Although my eldest sister was also a girl, I had never seen her play house, at least not with me. Perhaps she had

played with other friends outside.

"I'll teach you,"

my second sister said.

Then she led me to the bed. I asked what for, and she said, "To give birth." I said "Oh," not knowing what to do

next .

She lay flat on the bed, pulled her pants down to her knees, and spread her legs, telling me to pretend to take

something out.

So I followed her instructions and put my head under her pants, getting close to her vulva.

This was the first time I had seen a girl's vulva so clearly. Although I had seen my eldest and second sisters

urinating before, I had only glanced at it, not very closely, and it seemed like a slit.

But this time I saw it so clearly. It was a deep groove with bulges on both sides,

with some downy hair on it, a protruding thing at the top, and a small hole. The color was a cute pink

, and everything except her anus was different from mine.

That was also the first time I saw the shape and color of an anus. It was a deep pink, which

looked particularly alluring against my snow-white buttocks. Even now that I'm older, I still have a fascination with anus.

I also like to call that part of my body "anus." Terms like "anus" are too literary and formal; the word

"anus has a vulgar, stimulating quality.

Perhaps my breath aroused my second sister, because she kept saying it itched and told me to hurry up.

I said "oh," and started touching that fleshy opening with my finger. My second sister moved along with it, and

her anus contracted and groaned a few times, but it was so quiet that I didn't think it was a groan at the time.

Then I pretended to pull something out. That was probably the time I remember my penis getting the hardest.

After pulling for a while, my second sister said she had finished giving birth and sat up to put her pants back on.

Then it was my turn. Although my parents both worked in the medical field, we

didn't , and we didn't know that boys couldn't give birth. So, I copied what my second sister had done earlier, pulling my pants

down to about the right position and spreading my legs.

When I pulled my pants down, I could clearly feel my penis getting hard. My second sister,

after crawling over, must have noticed this too. She touched it with her hand; it was itchy and a little numb. I tried to pull away

, but she wouldn't let go.

Maybe my penis was more fun than the birthing game, because she played with it for a long

time until I reminded her, "Hasn't it given birth yet?" Only then did she start to do the next thing.

But unexpectedly, she directly copied what I had done earlier, using her fingernails to dig into the little slit of my glans

. It hurt so much that I screamed, and tears streamed down my face.

My second sister was also stunned. We followed the same steps, so why was she fine before, but I was in so much pain?

That's when I realized that it was also her first time playing this game, or at least her first time playing this

game , otherwise she wouldn't have copied me.

At the time, I only felt pain for a short while and then felt fine, but my second sister was terrified. Because of our family

situation when I was young, my parents often told me that there are certain parts of the body that you shouldn't touch carelessly, that they are very fragile

,

and that you could die if you're not careful. My second sister and I didn't understand at the time and thought we were going to die. We were carefree and didn't think

much of it then, but as we grew up and understood more, we realized how dangerous it was.

If my second sister had scratched a little harder, I think at least my penis would have bled, and since there were no

adults at home, I probably wouldn't have survived.

Later, one time, my second sister was scolded by my mother for some reason and lay on the bed crying. When it was time to eat,

I went to call her, but she wouldn't respond, so I tried to pull her away.

When I couldn't pull her away, I tried to drag her out from behind. In that moment, my hand accidentally touched her

chest. At that time, her breasts were still very small, even smaller than my eldest sister's, but perhaps it was a kind of unknowingly

taking advantage of her, and I felt it was different from touching my eldest sister's or my mother's.

Then, what was originally a well-intentioned gesture turned sour. I actually hoped she would stay kneeling there a little longer so I could sneak

a few more peeks.

And at the time, my second sister was wearing very loose shorts. With her knees bent and kneeling

, the shorts naturally pulled down to her waist, making the back part of her buttocks somewhat open. I

peeked inside and could vaguely see her pink anus.

This immediately made me hold her much less tightly, just so I could sneak a few more peeks. In the end,

my mother had to personally persuade my second sister to get up and eat. (The following is a separate section:)

The Sealed Memories (Part Two

)

Author: Bitter Ab

Published 25.8.7

Later, when I was about to graduate from elementary school, my parents' workplace started allocating housing. Our family was considered

to have received a good allocation. The whole family was extremely happy at that time. Even my father, who never drank, got a little drunk that night

.

Around that time, I think I did something that really angered my older sisters, and they ignored me. It was

probably still those "bad things," so my mother called me to sleep in the main room with her.

She struggled to help my father into bed, wiping his face, taking off his clothes and shoes—it took her quite

a while to get him settled.

During this time, she didn't forget to lecture me, saying that I shouldn't drink alcohol when I grew up, that it was bad for my health and I'd

end up looking and so forth. But I could tell she was smiling as she spoke, and she didn't seem to care.

When it was time for us to go to sleep, she told me to take off my clothes and lie down first, then turned off the light before she started undressing

herself.

By then, I wasn't like a child anymore; I understood a little about sex and women. My classmates

often talked about these things, like seeing their parents having sex the night before,

or how a female classmate's breasts were starting to develop.

It seemed like back then, everyone considered this a skill and something to brag about. If you didn't have

any secrets to share, people would tease and look down on you.

Although I had been touching my older sister's breasts since I was little, and had even seen their anuses, I always

felt that it was a secret between my sister and me, and that only my sister and I should know it. If others knew, it would be like they had stolen

something from me. So, despite the pressure of being ridiculed, I never told anyone about my family's affairs.

Ever since I moved to the small room to sleep with my older sisters, my mother never let me touch her breasts again,

let alone suckle like before.

My older sisters were older than me and knew about these things

earlier they started avoiding me to prevent me from taking advantage of them. If I crossed the line, they would call my mother and give me

a beating and scolding.

So when I heard the soft rustling of my mother undressing in the dark, a strange

feeling arose in my heart. I knew it was wrong, but I still really wanted to look again.

But in the dark, I couldn't see anything clearly. I could only vaguely see my mother's shoulders and the clasp of her

bra . She handled the whole process of undressing and taking off her pants very quickly. I only glanced at her for

a few seconds before she was already under the covers.

I could only sigh with regret and close my eyes, trying to go to sleep, but I couldn't fall asleep.

My mind was still on my mother.

A while later, I suddenly heard a noise from my father's side. My first thought was, "He's so drunk

, what kind of mischief is he up to in the middle of the night?"

Suddenly, my sheet was pulled back, creating an opening, and a figure slipped in

. I curiously opened my eyes and saw it was my mother, lying on her side facing me

.

"Did I wake you?"

"No, I wasn't asleep yet." "

Then go to sleep. Your dad's breath smells too strong. I'll sleep here.

" "Okay."

I obediently closed my

eyes. My mother lay there facing me, her warm breath tickling my face

, a pleasant mix of alcohol and her own scent. I couldn't

fall asleep.

I kept turning over, and my mother, probably unable to sleep either, asked if I was having trouble sleeping. I hummed in response

, and she suddenly reached out and pulled my head into her embrace. We were both so close, it was quite a tight embrace, I wondered if it was because of the alcohol.

"When you were little, you always needed to hold your mother to fall asleep."

It seemed that in my mother's eyes, I was still that little brat who followed her around, always wanting to be fed.

I didn't say anything after hearing this, as if I had received permission. Having not been

affectionate with my mother for a long time, I boldly put my arms around her waist, to which my mother simply smiled

.

The mother and son cuddled together to sleep, but I still couldn't fall asleep. Then I realized my head

was positioned directly against my mother's breast, just a little too low. So I shifted my body slightly,

trying get closer, stopping when my nose could just touch her chest.

Once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could finally see my mother's breasts clearly from this close distance.

As a child I was too busy nursing to notice anything special, but now, understanding more and

seeing them again after so long, I realized how alluring and beautiful they were.

Perhaps because we were too close, my breath stimulated my mother, and she instinctively pulled back slightly, but

because I was holding her, she didn't move too far away.

Later, I adjusted the height slightly, resting my nose against her breast, my breath hitting her bra

.

Looking back now, I realize that my mother, who had previously forbidden me from touching her private parts, suddenly allowed me to be

intimate that night. It was partly maternal instinct, and partly because she had been drinking, making her less hesitant than usual

.

And so, I held my mother, and she held me, and we slept until dawn. When I woke up, only

my father, still drunk, was left in bed. My mother had already gotten up early to make breakfast.

Later, my father consulted a respected elder in the clan, who told his fortune, and on an auspicious day, he and

several relatives moved the house.

The men who came were all dark-skinned uncles I'd never seen before. My father told me to greet them, so I

did .

My sister and I were sent outside to play. Staying inside would only get in their way. My two

sisters were playing jump rope, but I found it boring, so I played with pebbles by myself, or checked on

how the move was going.

To finish the move as soon as possible, even a woman like my mother had to help.

The clothes —very old-fashioned, like what rural women wore, with a floral pattern. They were probably bought years ago

, so they were a bit tight and didn't fit her well.

The adults were busily moving things out and onto the truck.

My mother, being small, carried the lighter items. After they finished, she helped with the heavier loads. Just then, I noticed something: my mother and two adults were carrying a heavy, yellow wooden cabinet, about half a

person's height. When they were loading it onto the truck, the adults told my mother to let go and let them do it, but she didn't want to trouble others and preferred to do what she could herself, unlike many spoiled girls these days. She insisted on helping them. The three of them slowly lifted the cabinet onto the truck, and when it was almost fully on, my mother had to stand on tiptoe and stretch her arms to reach it because of her height. At that moment, I noticed one of the adults helping her keep glancing at my mother's exposed waist, which was exposed due to her loose clothing and the way she stretched her arms. Although he was still pushing the cabinet into the car, he seemed somewhat distracted. My mother, however, didn't notice anything amiss, while I, who witnessed everything, could only sulk silently, too afraid to tell my father or mother. After some effort, we finally managed to move the cabinet inside. I stopped playing with stones and began keeping a close eye on the adult who had been spying on my mother, trying to prevent him from doing so again. It was all in vain; even if I saw him, I couldn't just run over and report him. So it only added to my frustration. Later, for some reason, the adult stopped making any further inappropriate moves, but this incident left a deep mark on me, one I still remember to this day.

That night we moved into our new house. Aside from the large items, everything else was just left lying around

without much tidying up, because we were all so exhausted.

I still shared a room with my older sisters, but it was

much , big enough for two beds. So, from that point on, I no longer slept in the same bed as my sisters;

I had my own small bed.

And the beds my sisters slept in had those mosquito net-like curtains hanging from them, which were airtight. Once drawn

, no one could see inside, which was a good way to avoid

the awkwardness of us, who were growing up, still sharing a room.

The year I entered junior high, I don't know if I ate something unclean, but

I had a stomachache during class. I told my homeroom teacher and asked for leave before going home.

When I got home, no one was there, so I went to my parents' room to find some medicine. I rummaged through their bedside

table and finally found some medicine for stomach aches, the same kind my mother

had given me before when I had a stomachache.

But I was taught from a young age that medicine shouldn't be taken indiscriminately, so I still took out the instructions to read them. The

pills were on the outside, but the medicine box was separate. I searched high and low for a long time before finally finding it at the very back

.

But when I opened it, besides the instructions, there were also square

packets like the seasoning packets from instant noodles.

They were all connected, a long string of them, pink in color, with

English , and they didn't seem to contain much.

Just as I was wondering what they were, a thought flashed through my mind. I suddenly remembered something my

classmates had talked about when we were chatting and bragging: condoms, something adults use.

In that instant, when I realized I was holding a condom, my head felt hot, and

my eyes just stared blankly.

Although I already understood the ins and outs of relationships, directly encountering this

legendary held an irresistible, mysterious attraction for me.

What did this condom look like? I was holding a condom in my hand! When would I be able to

experience a woman's body? Countless questions and fantasies filled my mind, as if I

could immediately have sex with this condom.

My heart was pounding, but I didn't rush to tear it open to see

what was .

I quickly grabbed a glass of water and swallowed the pill. Thinking about what I was about to do, I desperately didn't want anything to interrupt my enthusiasm

. This is a habit I've maintained to this day: I prepare before doing something to avoid being interrupted or ruined by

unexpected events.

I can't remember what the pill was now, but it was very effective. It

started , and my stomach felt much better.

I checked that the front door was locked, then went back into my parents' bedroom, closing

the door Breathing heavily, I picked up the bunch of pink-packaged condoms. I counted over a dozen; if

one was missing, my parents probably wouldn't have noticed.

Those few seconds were the most nerve-wracking I'd ever been. I was all alone, not

stealing anything, but I was incredibly nervous. Maybe it was a taboo-breaking attempt.

When I took a condom from the bunch and tore open the packaging, inside lay a

thin, transparent plastic film, like an uninflated balloon, except the nozzle was much larger and

rolled up.

Men seem to be born knowing how to use condoms; the

moment I realized I was holding one, my penis was already rock hard from hormonal stimulation—the hardest I'd ever been since I learned to masturbate

.

At first, I couldn't figure out which side was front and which was back. I touched both sides and found one side was very

smooth , so I boldly guessed that I should use that side to put my penis on. Looking back now, I admire my own cleverness.

Basically, I was trembling, holding my erect penis with one hand and trying to put the condom on the swollen glans with the other. I don't

know if I was too nervous or if I was using the wrong method, but I couldn't even get the glans on. No matter how I tried to pull it down, it wouldn't go in.

After several failures, I lost my initial excitement. I calmed down and tried to pull the condom on the glans a few more times

, but I still couldn't get it on. In fact, I had already pulled the entire condom out of its rolled-up state

, so it was basically ruined. Just

as I was considering whether to take out another condom and try again, I heard the sound of a door opening

outside . The door joint was a bit old, and it made a lot of

friction noise every time it was opened.

When I heard someone open the door, my first thought was, "I'm doomed!" Could it be my parents? I

quickly tidied myself up, stuffing the broken condom and its torn packaging into my pocket, leaving the rest as they

were .

My mind was racing, trying to figure out what to say if my father or mother found me inside

. Just as I was filled with anxiety, the doorknob turned slightly. Because I had closed it earlier

, it didn't open.

I was about to pull out my key to open the door. What should I do? What should I say? I thought anxiously, but

things didn't go as I expected. Instead

, there was a knock at the door. I immediately realized it wasn't my parents. They both had keys to the bedroom door and

wouldn't be knocking. The only ones with keys to the main door were my older sister and her family.

Once I understood, I calmed down a bit. As long as it wasn't my parents, that was fine. As for my older sisters, I could

probably make up an excuse to get away with it. The person outside knocked for a while before stopping when there was no response . But another question popped into my head. My older sisters should be suddenly here? Were they sick too? So I tiptoed to the door and pressed my ear against it, listening for any sounds outside. "Quick, come in quickly." I recognized my second sister's voice. Why was she here? Who was she talking to? Then I heard hurried footsteps and the sound of the door closing. "Aren't Mom and Dad home?"

It was a male voice, sounding like a young man, but no matter how I checked,

it didn't match the male voice I remembered.

"I knocked, no one's home, they didn't come."

"That's good."

"...Oh my god, what are you doing!"

My second sister screamed, then fell silent again, not knowing what was happening outside.

I tried hard to concentrate and listen outside, but I couldn't hear anything. After a while, I heard

my second sister : "If you keep doing this, I'm not talking to you anymore."

Her tone was hurried and flustered.

"No one's home, what does it matter? Linlin, I love you."

Linlin is my second sister's name. I never expected that the boy outside would confess to my second sister in my own house

. I immediately realized he must be her boyfriend.

My eldest sister is in high school now. She's an excellent student, receiving every award and honor imaginable

. My second sister, on the other hand, hasn't passed a single subject since middle school, and she's been scolded by our mother countless times. Her personality is still

the same as when she was little—playful, mischievous, and like a boy. Apparently

,

she spends all her time at school hanging out with a bunch of boys. I only found out about her having a boyfriend recently during an argument between my mother and her. Because of

this, my mother and she have been in a cold war ever since. I usually don't dare to provoke her, afraid she'll hit

me if she gets angry.

"Ugh, I don't believe it."

My second sister, who seems like a tomboy, actually has this girlish, coy side.

"I'm serious, I swear, if I..."

"...Who asked you to swear?"

"Linlin, I love you."

I was eavesdropping in the room, and I almost got goosebumps. Just those few words and my second sister fell for that

bad boy outside.

After that, I didn't hear their voices anymore, only the clattering of tables and chairs. While I was wondering what

they were doing outside, I suddenly remembered the condoms in my pocket. Could they be doing *that*

?

I was frantic. If they really were, it would be too late;

this bad boy would ruin my second sister's life.

In my panic, I couldn't think of anything else. I couldn't care less about anything else, so I kicked

the door hard, making a loud bang in the quiet house.

Immediately afterward, I heard a soft rustling sound outside, followed by hurried footsteps running out.

I waited in the room for a while before opening the door, but my second sister and the others were long gone.

I thought about it for a moment and decided I couldn't stay there. What if my second sister came back or arrived early and

found out it was me? I quickly tidied the room up again, restored it to its original state, and went back to school.

When school let out in the evening, I deliberately walked very slowly, arriving last. Once there, I didn't dare look

my second sister in the eye and went to do my homework without thinking.

At dinner, I secretly glanced at my second sister and noticed she seemed distracted, also glancing at

our parents . She probably thought one of them had ruined her plans.

However, my parents never talked to her about it, leaving her confused for a long time

.

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separate section) :

One night, I was lying in bed resting, not asleep, just feeling tired, with my eyes closed. Suddenly, I heard my older sister and her sister talking very quietly in bed. At first, I didn't pay attention, but then I overheard my older sister say , "Look, is Xiao awake or asleep?" She was saying this to my second sister. I was puzzled: Why do you two care whether I'm awake or ? "He's asleep." "Then let's keep our voices down, so we don't wake him up." "He's always running around, and Mom never scolds him, she only knows how to control me." "Don't talk nonsense, Mom is doing this for your own good. Okay, let's not fits, I don't know if my size is right for you." My second sister always felt that Mom favored boys over girls and was biased towards me. She always brought this up when she argued with Mom, and she always included me in the conversation. She also didn't give me a good look at home. She only listened to my eldest sister. "As long as it fits, I don't care about all that." "How can that be? You're still young and don't understand. This is the time when you're growing. If it's uncomfortable and too tight , it's not good for your development." "Sister, can you keep an eye on him for me? I'm afraid he'll wake up later." "Don't worry, I'm watching! You change yours." I thought to myself, what is this thing? Why is she so wary of me? "Okay." After a while, my second sister seemed to have changed into that mysterious thing. "How is it?" "It seems a bit big, not quite right." "Hmm... I thought so too. You're still young, I threw away all my old ones, otherwise I could have given them to you." " Sis, I didn't realize yours was so big, so much bigger than mine!" "You brat, you dare laugh at your sis?" The two wrestled on the bed for a while. "Then wear it for the next few days, and when Dad gives you some pocket money, we'll scrape together and buy you a new one." "Sis, you're so good to me." "You, you should tell Mom about these things, but you insist on not letting me." "Because she scolded me yesterday, I just don't want her to control me." "Are you still with that person?" "What 'that person'! Sis, what are you talking about?" The second sister was flustered by the eldest sister's question, but a hint of shyness could be heard in her words . "Stop pretending! I already asked Xiao, and she said you always walk home with a boy after school. Is that true ?" "Traitor! Just wait till I get my hands on him." Only then did I remember that a few days ago, my eldest sister had indeed asked me about my second sister's situation . I thought she was just helping Mom with my second sister's studies, so it seemed like it was something else entirely. A while ago, I noticed that my second sister was always meeting a boy not far from school after school. I'd seen that boy before; he was from our school. At the time, I didn't think much of it, but later I connected it to...

Was he the boy who was home with my second sister that day? I overheard him talking up close, and his

voice didn't sound like him, but maybe I didn't hear him clearly because of the door.

Anyway, I told my eldest sister everything I knew, including the fact that the boy walked home with her after school. My

eldest sister told me not to tell our parents, and I nodded in agreement.

After the condom incident, I was also worried for several days, afraid that my parents would find

one and suspect me. Later, when I was about to throw away the condom, I was afraid someone

would see me, so I deliberately went to a far place.

"You're still talking about him, what exactly happened between you and that guy?"

"Sis~~ don't guess, what could happen!" "

Nothing happened, yet you walked home with him?"

"You... I'm not talking to you anymore."

"Wait a minute, come here."

My second sister was probably afraid of being exposed in front of my eldest sister, so she ran out after saying a few words.

After my second sister left, my eldest sister also got out of bed. She walked very quietly, probably because she didn't want to wake me up! Then

I heard her open the wardrobe, tidy up some things on the table, and leave the room.

After they left, I didn't get up for a while. I looked at their bed and then at the wardrobe

, filled with curiosity. What were they talking about?

That wardrobe was specifically for their clothes. My clothes were usually

kept in my parents' room, and my mother would only take them out for me when I needed them. Boys don't have as many clothes as girls; sometimes

one outfit can last four or five days.

I looked at the wardrobe in front of me. It had a lock; my older sister hadn't forgotten to lock it when she left, but

that didn't stop me. I knew where she kept the key.

Sometimes, when I was home alone and felt really bored, I would act like a detective in a storybook, exploring the house

inside and out. Especially since the condom incident, I always wondered

how many secrets this family still held that I didn't know.

Once, I even accidentally found my father's hidden stash of money. I knew it was hidden because he

had hidden it under the insoles of his shoes, but I was afraid he would find it, so I didn't take it.

When I pulled the key from the pile of books and opened the wardrobe, I was struck by my eldest sister's

impeccable tidiness. Every piece of clothing looked brand new, folded neatly, even my second sister's—

though my eldest sister must have folded them for her. I didn't dare rummage through them, lest I be discovered. I looked

several times but found nothing unusual.

Maybe it wasn't here! I shifted my gaze to the upper wardrobe. Opening it with the key, I saw

several bras of different styles. My mother used to wear these, but back then the styles and

patterns were simple, and since I didn't know much about them, I didn't find them particularly interesting.

But after being influenced by the ideas of so many of my friends, seeing these things now

actually me, especially since my eldest sister's were particularly cute, with

many colors—pink, green, black—and some even had printed patterns.

The last time I saw my eldest sister wearing this kind of underwear wasn't a bra, but a small vest similar to an athlete's

bib number. Time really flies!

"I wonder which one they took just now." I thought to myself, holding one of the black bras.

Just like my second sister said, you really couldn't tell that my eldest sister wore such a large size. I compared

the bra to the size of my fist; it was more than enough to cover her completely. I smelled it; it had a faint fragrance,

not the smell of laundry detergent. Could it be my eldest sister's natural scent?

Thinking back now, I realize how happy I was back then, able to play with my eldest sister's breasts without restraint. "

Is she able to grow so big now thanks to my help back then?" I thought wickedly.

Afraid that my eldest sister and the others might suddenly come, I quickly put it back after playing with it for a while

and put the key away.

Just as I was about to go out to use the restroom, I bumped into my second sister. Feeling guilty, I didn't dare to look at her.

"Wait a minute."

"What? I need to go to the toilet."

"You still need to go to the toilet! Tell me...did you tell your older sister about me?"

"No...no!"

"Still being stubborn? Do you want me to beat you up?"

"Mom! Look, my second sister is going to beat me up."

Taking advantage of her momentary distraction, I quickly ran away. My second sister's temper has gotten worse and worse as she's grown up; only my eldest sister can

control her.

Summer is the peak season for snakes, insects, and rodents. I don't know what kind of ants or insects bit me,

but one morning I woke up to find several large welts on my legs, which were extremely itchy and hurt more the more I rubbed them. I thought it would get better in

a few days , but after three days it still hadn't gotten better, and the condition seemed to be getting worse, with

several more welts appearing on my body. In the end, I could only ask my mother for help.

"Why didn't you say so earlier? Don't you know that some ants are poisonous?" Looking at the large welts on my hands

, my mother scolded me with both heartache and anger, and then took out a box of ointment to apply to my hands. And I must say,

the ointment was really effective; it helped a lot as soon as I applied it.

"Where else were you bitten?"

"On my leg." I pointed to my thigh.

"Take off your pants."

"Ah!" I was still wearing long pants, with just my briefs underneath.

My mother, as a professional nurse, was used to doing these things for patients, but at my age, I

more or less understood how to protect my body, even in front of my parents.

"Take off your pants." My mother repeated calmly.

"No need, give me the medicine, I'll apply it myself." I said embarrassedly.

"Are you embarrassed in front of me? I'm your mother. I used to bathe you when you were little. What

haven't I seen? Take them off now."

Under my mother's gaze, I awkwardly took off my pants, revealing my thighs and

briefs. I didn't see a trace of emotion in my mother's eyes. She remained so calm, as if she were

dealing with an instrument. I don't know if all nurses and doctors are like this.

My mother's fingers were very cold, and the ointment was also very cold. When it was applied to the affected area, this coldness brought me a

strange feeling, stimulating my nerves.

My mother, a seasoned head nurse, demonstrated her years of experience in nursing on me

. Her movements were gentle, the pressure of her fingers on my skin just right, and it was this comfort that

stirred my heart.

I was sitting in a chair, and my mother was kneeling on the floor applying the medicine. From my angle, I could

see her long, flowing hair and snow-white neck. My mother's eyes were focused, without any other

expression , like a robot following orders.

"Where else?" After applying the medicine to some of the more noticeable areas, my mother asked me tentatively.

'Since I've already taken my pants off, what's there to be embarrassed about?' That's what I thought to myself. "

Here " I pointed to the inside of my thighs.

"Open your legs."

I tried to open my thighs a little, but my mother still thought I wasn't opening them wide enough, so she

spread , leaving them wide open. My mother was kneeling between my legs, looking

just like some of the women in those pornographic DVDs I'd watched with my best friend.

Because the affected area was quite close to my genitals, my mother was extra careful and meticulous when applying the medicine,

but her hand would still occasionally brush against my penis.

Even this slight touch through the fabric was a huge

stimulation for me at that age. I kept telling myself, "Don't think about it, don't think about it..." but my penis still stubbornly

became erect. When I felt the change in my lower body, I felt like I wanted to die; I could only pray that

my mother wouldn't touch it or find out.

But how could that be? Even when I was younger, it was unavoidable. Now that it's so

much bigger, the space is narrower, and the chances of it touching are even greater.

Sure enough, amidst my anxious prayers, my mother's hand still touched this unruly thing.

My whole body involuntarily shuddered, but my mother remained remarkably calm, showing

no other unusual reaction, which actually eased a lot of my embarrassment.

"Okay, put your pants on!"

As if granted a pardon, I quickly put on my pants, lowered my head, and ran to my

room as if fleeing.

Even in my room, I was still immersed in that hazy, dreamlike state, savoring

the feeling of skin-to-skin contact with my mother. Thinking about what was to come, my previously limp penis became erect again.

Was my mother thinking the same thing as me then? Was she thinking about other things too? I was both afraid my

guesses would come true and secretly hoping for something else; this contradictory and complex feeling remains inexplicable to this day.

Not long after, my second sister suddenly announced at a dinner table that she was dropping out of school and would no longer study. The whole family

was stunned. My father asked her, "What do you plan to do if you don't study?" She replied, "Anything is fine, I

just don't want to study anymore, I want to go out and work." I couldn't understand her motivation for making this decision.

My father asked her several times if she was serious or joking, and she answered firmly, "Yes."

My mother sent my eldest sister and me to our room, and we both instinctively peeked through the crack in the door, listening to

the conversation outside.

During their conversation, although my second sister's words sounded somewhat like angry outbursts, she surprisingly

didn't yell at our parents. Instead, it was our father who was angered and started shouting at her. It was the first time I'd ever seen him

so angry, but in the end, my second sister remained calm and collected. Unable to find an outlet for his anger, his momentum

quickly subsided.

After repeated persuasion and confirmation from my parents, my second sister's mind was made up: she would

drop out of school and go to work. Back then, it was common for teenagers to go to work, but most were forced into it by family circumstances. For

a family like ours, which was relatively well-off, it was hard to imagine why my second sister would make such a decision.

Finally, my father, as if he had exhausted all his strength, said in a hoarse voice, "If you've made up your mind

, I won't stop you. Just don't regret it later. You chose this path yourself." Then he went into his bedroom.

My second sister cried; it was the first time I'd seen her so helpless since she started rebelling. My mother

offered a few more words of comfort before also going to her room, leaving her alone.

That night, I think our whole family couldn't sleep.

When my second sister was home, I always found her annoying and dispensable, always arguing and contradicting

our parents . Sometimes I wondered if life would be much quieter without her. But

that night, lying in bed, the thought that one of us three sisters would be gone left me with a void in my heart, making me

very uneasy.

Three days later, my second sister boarded a train to another city. During those three days, my father and she had a cold war, he tried to persuade her,

he scolded her, but nothing changed her resolve. I will never forget the scene of my second sister suddenly

hugging ; she cried, and my father cried too.

The following year, my eldest sister took the college entrance exam and successfully got into her dream university. The whole family was happy for her and

called to tell my second sister. That day, my mother bought a lot of things and cooked a big meal. The family ate and chatted in

a harmonious atmosphere, but I noticed the occasional flash of loneliness in my father's eyes.

After everyone went to their rooms, just as I was about to turn off the light and go to sleep, my eldest sister called me.

"What's wrong?"

"Your bed is too small. I want you to sleep with my sister tonight, okay?"

When I was little, I was just a tiny little thing, and sometimes my mother would mention that she was worried I'd grow too

short. But unexpectedly, in junior high school, my height suddenly increased dramatically, and I became the tallest

person in our family.

My old small bed was no longer big enough for me, and my father always said he wanted to get me a bigger one. But my

bed was already an extra one next to the door, and there wasn't enough space. If we got a bigger one, we wouldn't even be able to open the door.

So every time I slept, my feet had to stick out of the bed. Although I'd gotten used to it over the years, it was still

a little uncomfortable.

I thought for a moment and said, "Okay."

After so many years, I actually had the chance to sleep in the same bed as my older sister. I suddenly remembered the scenes from my childhood, and

my heart was filled with warmth.

My older sister slept on the outside, and I slept on the inside. Just like when we were little, she protected me. I lay in bed looking at the ceiling

, unable to fall asleep. Every now and then, I could smell my older sister's unique fragrance.

"Can't sleep?"

I turned to look at my older sister; she was looking at me too. I hummed in response.

"Then let's talk for a bit?"

"Okay."

"What should we talk about?"

I couldn't think of anything to say for a moment. Since my second sister left, the house has lost a lot of its lively atmosphere.

It used to be nice when it was noisy and bustling. But my eldest sister was busy with her college entrance exams, so we forbade any loud noises at home

to avoid disturbing her studies.

After a moment of silence, my eldest sister suddenly burst out laughing. I asked her, "

What are you laughing at?"

She shook her head and said with a smile, "Nothing, I was just thinking about what you were like when you were little."

"When I was little? What were you like?"

"When I was seven or eight years old, I would chase after my mother for milk."

"Why do you always remember these things?" I felt a little embarrassed when my eldest sister brought up the past.

"Who told you to be so naughty when you were little?"

"What? I was so small when I was little, how could I bully you?"

"You were, don't deny it. Who was always sneaking into my bed? I couldn't get rid of them."

"I... I was just scared back then!"

"Nonsense, why didn't I see you squeezing towards Linlin?"

Back then, my second sister already had a heroic air about her. In terms of presence and strength, my second sister was indeed stronger than my eldest sister,

but unfortunately, her chest was still flat at the time, while my eldest sister's was already showing signs of budding.

"Who told you to have big breasts?" I muttered under my breath.

"So naughty even when you were so young, you always knew how to touch me secretly." I didn't expect my eldest sister to hear me.

For a moment, the air seemed to freeze, and the two of us remained silent.

"...Sis." I broke the silence.

"What!?"

"...I want to touch you again." As soon as I said it, I regretted it, wondering if I had drunk too much and started

talking nonsense .

My eldest sister didn't answer me, and the two of us remained silent.

Just when I thought I had to pretend to be asleep to avoid getting away with it, my older sister suddenly said to me, "This

is the last time!"

I almost thought I misheard, and stared blankly at her without daring to move. Finally, after waiting for a while and seeing that

I didn't move, my older sister turned to face me and closed her eyes, with a smile and shyness on her face. Only then did I muster up

my courage and gently place my hand on my older sister's chest, not firmly, just lightly resting it,

not daring to do anything else.

That night I fell asleep with my hand on my older sister's chest, and when I woke up the next day, she was gone, and

neither of us ever mentioned it again.

(To be continued)

Main text Sealed Memories (IV)

Sealed Memories (IV)

Author: Bitter ab

(IV)

During that summer vacation, my older sister did not go out and have fun like other students who had just finished the college entrance examination, but instead found

a temporary job to do summer work. In her opinion, this would be much more meaningful than playing for a summer vacation. As for me

, I was still hanging out with my best friends. When we had nothing to do, we would go swimming at the nearby reservoir or

play ball at school.

One time, during a conversation, the topic turned to porn. One of my best friends, Xiao Zhi, mentioned he had some at home, and everyone

started joking that we should go to his place to watch it together. So, four or five of us went to Xiao Zhi's house, intending to experience

a grand event of sharing porn among brothers. At the time, Xiao Zhi's parents were at work, and no one was home, which

conveniently made things easier for us.

When Xiao Zhi took out his precious porn from his room, my hungry friends

swarmed around him like bees to honey, eager to get a glimpse. Of course, I was one of them. The porn

was a disc with a slightly yellowish back and text printed on the front. It looked similar to a regular disc,

but the words "Secret Collection of Erotic Beauties" gave it away.

"Hey! Zhi, you had such a good thing and you didn't tell me, bro?" one of my friends said,

feigning innocence after getting his hands on it.

"I just borrowed this from someone a few days ago. I've only watched it a few times myself, so

it's good enough ."

"Stop talking, hurry up and put it in so we can see." A group of inexperienced virgins couldn't resist such

temptation and urged Ah Zhi to start playing the video.

When the video started playing, the words "Secrets of a Slut" appeared in large letters at the beginning. I clearly

remember that at that moment, my face was burning hot, my heart was pounding,

and couldn't focus on anything else. I just kept staring at the TV screen, afraid of missing a single scene.

I still remember the story of that video. It was a period drama about a respectable woman who was

married to someone and had various affairs. In today's terms, it was a cuckold's drama. Her husband, that big, simple-minded guy,

worked hard to support the family.

The most exciting part for me was when the fat man who rented the land to the woman came to inspect her house. The simple-minded

husband busied himself serving him attentively. When the fat man saw the woman, his eyes immediately lit up with lust,

a fact even the woman herself noticed, but her husband remained oblivious. Later, the fat man found

an excuse to send the simple-minded husband to work in the fields. Before leaving, he instructed his wife to take good care of the land, to which

she nodded with a strange expression.

After the simple-minded husband left, the plot unfolded exactly as I had predicted. The fat man finally couldn't resist and made advances on

his wife . She initially resisted, but when she heard the fat man promise her wealth,

her resistance weakened, and she was dragged to the bed.

Back then, most Category III films were from Hong Kong, and unlike Japanese films today, they weren't as explicit. At most, they'd show a

glimpse of breasts and genitals, and when it came to the actual acts, they'd use camera tricks to cover it up. So, all the audience could

see the man's hips swaying back and forth and hear the woman faking an orgasm.

Although it was such simple content, for kids like us, it was a

revolutionary , while the content was somewhat clichéd, the actors' performances were incredibly captivating

and thought-provoking. The reason I still remember those films now, besides the fond childhood memories, is because

the plot truly inspired me.

After watching that film, for a while, I wondered if every woman would cheat after marriage

, and if every husband would be cuckolded. Would my wife do

the same? This made me feel a strong aversion and fear towards marriage for a time.

However, the screenwriter at the time probably felt that this arrangement was too ordinary.

Some time after Di enjoyed the beautiful wife, Di's eldest son, a spoiled brat, discovered his father's secret and

secretly spied on him having sex with another woman.

The next day, when no one was around, he went to the woman's house and started chatting idly.

Although didn't understand his intentions, she didn't dare to be disrespectful. Eventually, as they talked, the brat's hands began

to wander. At this point, the woman pretended to be a chaste and virtuous woman, vowing to resist to the death. However, the brat, who had already

seen through everything, coldly confessed everything about her affair with Di. Half-heartedly,

she gave in to the brat.

For me, who was still young at the time, this was a shocking experience—the bizarre story of a father and son

sharing a woman! This incident cemented my image of that woman as a wanton woman in my mind. On one hand, I enjoyed

this kind of womanly wantonness, and on the other hand, I hated or even feared it. I even unconsciously started thinking, "

Could my sister and mother really be like that?"

Perhaps it's true that fortune and misfortune are intertwined. Just as we were engrossed in this ethically charged film,

the sound of a key turning in the lock echoed at the door, startling us so much that we lost all interest in the climax. My friends scrambled

around , some turning on the TV, others running to turn on the projector and get the disc. One of them, I don't know whether to praise

him for being foolish or clever, simply went and closed the door.

Because at that time, Ah Zhi's living room faced the front door, and if the door opened, they would immediately see

our embarrassing state. Although it was a bit like admitting guilt, it bought us

precious time to clean up the mess later.

"Knock knock knock… Liu Chenzhi, what are you doing in there?" Just as we hurriedly finished cleaning up,

there was a knock at the door. It sounded like a woman's voice.

"It's my sister," Ah Zhi whispered, gesturing to us as he pulled a deck

of cards from under the cabinet. He quickly opened it, and his buddies immediately understood. A few of them grabbed a few cards and

pretended to be playing cards.

Once everything was ready, Ah Zhi rushed to open the door, and all our eyes

turned , cards in hand, panting heavily.

Opening the door was a girl in a white dress, very pretty. I instantly forgot

my earlier nervousness, completely captivated by her beauty. I never imagined that someone as unattractive as Ah Zhi would

have such a beautiful sister.

Ah Zhi's sister looked at her suspiciously, then swept her gaze around us like a criminal:

"What are you doing in there?"

"Sis, this is my classmate, we're playing cards!"

"Hello, sister!" we kids greeted Ah Zhi's sister in unison. I think their

thoughts were the same as mine—we all hoped to attract the attention of this beautiful woman.

Seeing our obedient appearance, Sister Zhi, whose expression had been somewhat cold, forced a smile and nodded at

us , like a general reviewing a military parade. It seemed Sister Zhi wasn't

someone easy to talk to, or at least not very enthusiastic.

"Why did you close the door?" Even though we acted harmless, Sister Zhi was clearly

working and not so easily fooled.

At this moment, one of my best friends, as I mentioned, probably wanted to impress the pretty girl, and answered

her question first: "Because it's too hot." I wanted to kill this idiot; trying to

impress was one thing, but such a lame excuse.

Sure enough, Sister Zhi looked at us like we were idiots, then said a few words to Sister Zhi before

going to her room. After she left, we took turns laughing at the friend who had shown off, and after a few more

words, we quickly left Sister Zhi's house.

But afterwards, I started to miss Ah Zhi's beautiful older sister. I think deep down I

longed for a woman like that—someone who could be caring, nurturing, gentle, and generous. Although

my second sister didn't fit that description, my eldest sister definitely did.

But she was my own sister, and I never considered having anything happen between us.

Whenever such thoughts crossed my mind, after a few moments of fleeting pleasure, I was immediately filled with

self-reproach and self-reproach. Ah Zhi's sister's appearance was like a guiding light in my confusion, leading

me closer.

After almost getting caught that time, Ah Zhi never invited us to his house again. We were all

guilty and afraid of running into his sister. I desperately wanted to see her, but I didn't have a good opportunity. Boys that

age are easily attracted to older women; they aren't like younger girls

who just cry or yell.

Perhaps my sincerity truly resonated with Heaven. During a game of basketball, Ah Zhi was knocked down and

scraped his knee, needing to go home for treatment and bandaging. Without hesitation, I volunteered to take on this responsibility.

Another close friend had offered to come with me, but Ah Zhi, wanting to avoid trouble, only asked me to take him.

When I dropped Ah Zhi off at home, I found the house empty, which was a bit disappointing. "Ah Zhi, your sister

isn't here?" I asked, still somewhat hopeful.

"She's still at work, she wouldn't be here this early."

"Wow! She's already at work? So fast."

"She dropped out after high school, and my dad found her a job."

"Oh, no wonder she looks so young."

I hadn't expected my judgment to be so accurate; Ah Zhi's older sister was just as formidable as his second sister, clearly

not someone to be trifled with.

"Your sister looks quite pretty."

"Of course, she's got a bit of a temper, though. Hey, why do you keep talking about my sister?" Ah Zhi

looked at me strangely.

"I was just asking. Where's the band-aid?" I changed the subject.

"It's on the second shelf of that cabinet, look for it."

After I found the band-aid as Ah Zhi instructed, I looked at his knee, which was still bleeding, and

hesitated. "Shouldn't we clean it first?"

I often get injured myself, but I don't dare tell my parents, so I just use any band-aid I can find

. A few times, I found that the wound became increasingly itchy shortly after I put it on, which scared me so much that I immediately told my parents.

My older sister scolded me, then secretly went to get the first-aid kit and cleaned my wound

again . But I didn't pay attention to her steps; I was too busy looking at her

breasts, which were faintly visible through her slipping neckline.

"No need, this will hurt terribly."

Just as we were struggling with this, Ah Zhi's older sister arrived, catching us in the act.

"How could you two be so clumsy? How could you just put on a band-aid? You have to wash it off with iodine first. So stupid

!"

Fortunately, Ah Zhi's older sister's arrival solved our big problem. Although she scolded me, I

didn't feel uncomfortable at all; instead, I felt very warm. It was probably because

no !

Then she took over treating Ah Zhi's wound. Watching her focused expression, which reminded me so much of my older sister,

I became somewhat mesmerized. After Ah Zhi's wound was treated, I had no excuse to linger any longer and

said goodbye. Unexpectedly, Ah Zhi's sister thanked me very kindly, a stark contrast to the

coldness .

Later, I didn't find a chance to visit Ah Zhi's house again. Summer vacation ended quickly, and my eldest sister

started packing her luggage well in advance, filling the house with a somber atmosphere.

When my eldest sister went to university, my father took her, while my mother stayed home to take care of me. I was in class that day and

didn't have a chance to see her off at the station. For the first time, I truly felt what loneliness meant.

I always complained to my parents that my bed and room were too small, but now that I had the whole room to myself

, it felt so spacious, and I felt uncomfortable being alone.

After my eldest and second sisters passed away, their large bed was left to me. The first night I lay down, I could still smell

the lingering fragrance of my eldest sister's scent; it smelled wonderful, and I fell asleep while smelling it.

I didn't expect to catch a cold the next day. It turns out I've always had a habit of kicking off the covers. When I was little, my mother would always come up

in the middle of the night to cover me up, but as I grew up, my eldest sister always did that job quietly. Now that she

's gone, no one gets up in the middle of the night to quietly cover me up anymore, so my stomach got cold all night, and I caught a cold

the next day .

After dinner, I took some medicine and went to bed. I don't know how long it was before I woke up again and found my mother sitting

next to me . "Are you

feeling better?"

I shook my head, not wanting to talk.

"Then you should sleep a little longer. Don't take too much medicine. Just sweat it out."

I stared blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought.

"Are you missing your sister?"

My mother's unexpected question suddenly perked me up, but I didn't answer her.

"Your sister's gone, and you're all alone at home. No one talks to you anymore. Now you know how good your sister was to you,

right?"

When my eldest and second eldest sisters were home, I always liked to tease and fight with them. Of course, after the teasing,

we were still good sisters, but my mother still scolded me quite a bit.

I didn't have the energy to argue with my mother, so I closed my eyes and ignored her. She sat beside me

for a while before leaving.

After she left, my mind started reminiscing about

the days I spent playing with my third sister and me, from childhood to adulthood. Although it wasn't a matter of life or death, it was still a huge emotional shock

for .

Unconsciously, tears streamed down my face, soaking my pillowcase. My mother came in then, and to

avoid her seeing my embarrassing state, I turned to my side. I thought she was coming to check if I was asleep

, but then I heard a rustling sound of clothes being taken off behind me. While I was still wondering what was going on, the blanket

was lifted a corner, and someone crawled in.

I knew it was my mother, but I didn't expect her to sleep next to me without saying a word. I guess it was

to take better care of me at night.

"Come closer, it's cold over there," my mother said to me from behind.

I don't know why I was so unwilling to talk to her or listen to her at that moment.

Seeing that I didn't move, my mother reached out and pulled me closer to her, hugging my waist. I think

she knew I was pretending to be asleep, which is why she was so uninhibited.

"Be good, listen to me."

I had been about to resist, but hearing those familiar words, I stopped trying to escape

and lay quietly beside her, still with my back to her.

After a while, she got up and turned off the light. When she got back into bed, she reached out and hugged

me tightly, just like I used to hug her when I was a child.

I was a little shocked, wondering what my mother meant by this. After all,

there seemed to be some changes between us after my father got drunk the night he learned that my older sister had been accepted into university. Actually, these seemingly unusual

actions, when I think back on them now that I'm older, were just simple expressions of a mother's love for her child.

I lay there with my back against my mother's body, feeling her chest rise and fall, each

rise a strong impact that struck my heart. My mother's arms and body were soft and

warm. She held me like a mother hen cradling her chicks, giving me a great sense of security, and

I fell asleep without realizing it.

The next morning, perhaps thanks to her all-night embrace, my cold was noticeably better,

and I felt more awake. A few days later, my father arrived.

Time flew by, and winter break arrived in the blink of an eye. My eldest sister's university had already given out its break.

When , she was a completely different person—more mature, more elegant, and even more...beautiful.

I couldn't sleep the night I knew she was coming, but on the day she arrived, I remained calm and didn't show

much reaction, which my mother teased me about. Another happy thing was that my second sister

would be coming in a few days, saying she would bring her boyfriend along. Hearing this, I knew it was definitely her style.

But her arrival was repeatedly delayed, finally arriving a few days before New Year's Eve, along with her

boyfriend—a dark-skinned young man who seemed a bit dull. I couldn't understand how someone like that could be

with .

The whole family seemed to be having a great time at the dinner table that day. The dark-skinned boy wasn't very talkative, but he kept

drinking with my dad, while my mother chatted non-stop with my eldest and second eldest sisters, telling them about her college life and her

experiences working hard away from home.

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