[06-01] [Let me tell you about my sexy older sister]

I was born into a rural family. Besides my parents, I have two older sisters and one younger sister. My mother is very fertile, having one child every year, so there's not much difference in age between me and my sisters. My father is often away working, so in short, I'm a man who grew up surrounded by women. I'm 20 years old this year and have had sexual intercourse for 6 years. Enough rambling, let's get to my childhood.
One day after lunch, my mother took my second older sister and younger sister to the market, leaving my eldest sister and me at home. We were bored, so we started playing cards. Halfway through the game, my sister's stomach started hurting. She looked like she was in a lot of pain; her face turned pale. I was very scared, so I massaged her stomach while comforting her. About half an hour later, my sister lay on the bed, still in pain, and fell asleep. Just as I was about to leave, my eyes inadvertently glanced at her crotch. What I saw shocked me – her crotch was covered in a large red patch. I was startled for a moment, but then I immediately understood what had happened. I had seen my mother use a white thing (I didn't know it was called a sanitary napkin) to cover her crotch, and not just once; each time she took it off, there was bright red blood. I immediately woke my sister and told her she was bleeding. When she saw it, she immediately burst into tears. I laughed then and told her about seeing my mother like that. My sister looked at me with a half-believing look for a long time. Later, to prove I was right, I even took out my mother's sanitary napkin and another one she had changed out of that morning and showed them to my sister. Then she believed me. My sister started asking me why she was bleeding. She didn't know, which was something I had always wanted to understand. But seeing my sister ask me this, I couldn't very well say I didn't know. After all, I've always been the only man in the family, and I've always been a bit clever and like to pretend to be knowledgeable. Even my mother sometimes listens to me, so you can imagine my status in their hearts. If I said I didn't know, wouldn't that be embarrassing? So I thought for a moment, remembering that sometimes when Mom came back from work, she would have blood on her pants after changing. So I told my sister that she must have been injured from working too hard. My sister nodded, believing me. Then she asked, "Should we tell Mom?" I immediately refused, because last time I told the neighbor that I saw Mom bleeding from her genitals, Mom found out and beat me up, telling me that these things were very secrets, and that telling others would kill Mom. "Do you want Mom to die?" I believed her completely back then, so I can't let my sister die now, right? So I told my sister to change her pants, wash them clean, and tell her what Mom had told me. Although my sister had changed her pants, there was still some blood coming out from time to time. She was very scared and asked me countless times what to do. When I really couldn't think of anything else, I could only carefully examine her to see exactly where she was injured. My
sister agreed to do it, even though she knew that boys shouldn't see that part of her vulva, but she had no choice because she was terrified. She took off her pants and lay down on the bed, and I lay down next to her. I gently parted her vulva with my fingers, and a very tender, delicate slit appeared before my eyes. Although I often saw their vulvas, I had never seen it so clearly before. I suddenly had a strange feeling, but I didn't know how to describe it. I looked very, very carefully, but apart from a little bit of blood and a few fine hairs like those on my sister's vulva, I couldn't see anything else unusual. Suddenly, I didn't know how to tell my sister. I told her, "I can't see anything. Can I put my finger in and feel around?" My sister had no choice; she also wanted to know what the problem was as soon as possible. She said, "Then hurry up, hurry up, feel around carefully!"
After my sister... With her consent, I slowly inserted one finger into my sister's vulva. The moment I touched it, her body trembled. Because I was so focused, I was startled and quickly pulled my finger back, asking, "Sister, what's wrong?" She hesitated for a moment and said, "Nothing, it just feels numb and sore." I asked, "Shall I look again?" She replied, "Okay." I inserted my finger again. This time, she stopped trembling, but I could tell from her voice that she was enduring something. I slowly inserted my finger about a centimeter, and my sister cried out, "It hurts! Don't touch it!" I quickly pulled my hand back. I saw my sister start crying again. I panicked. What should I do? In my anxiety, I thought of my mother. I knew that she always used that white stuff for a few days and then stopped, and she never went to the doctor. Could it heal on its own? I told my sister what had happened, and she believed me again. But we had to make sure we had something to cover the blood so
it wouldn't stain our pants and people wouldn't know, right? I thought about using my mom's white stuff, but I didn't dare. I was afraid she'd find out, and it would be hard to explain. She might even find out about my sister, and then she'd be dead. Because I was clever, I sacrificed two pairs of my socks to pad my sister's area, taking turns using them and washing them after each use. Because my sister was scared, at her insistence, I made up all sorts of excuses to sleep in the same bed with her that day. She even told me to get up during the night to find out what the problem was.
At night, my sister woke me up, and we all sat up under the covers. She took off her pants, handed me a flashlight she'd prepared (she was afraid to turn on the light because she didn't want Mom to know), and then lay down, telling me not to worry about the pain and to stick my finger in to find out. I bravely agreed. I shone the flashlight on my sister's vulva and slowly probed inside. My sister's body was trembling. I'd promised her I wouldn't be afraid of the pain, so I kept pushing and pushing. One finger was already inside. My sister started trembling even more, making a little crying sound. I started feeling around with my finger; it was a little slippery and warm, but I couldn't feel anything else. Then, I felt a strange sensation in my penis again. I thought it was just from touching my sister's vulva and sensing my own, but badly, my penis started to get hard. My sister asked me in a strained voice, "What did you find?" I started to lose interest and told him casually that it was nothing, it would be fine in a couple of days, that Mommy was the same way, and that I was going to sleep. Then I pulled my finger out and lay down. At that moment, that inexplicable feeling was making my heart pound. My sister started scolding me, saying, "You made me hurt so much and you couldn't find anything! What's wrong with you?" I wasn't in the mood to listen to her; my inexplicable feeling had completely clouded my judgment. My sister started crying again, saying that my finger hurt so much down there. Her crying made me anxious, and I immediately thought that touching her would ease the pain. I put my finger back down to her vulva, stroking it with my palm while asking her if it felt better. After about ten strokes, my sister still didn't answer, but she was noticeably less crying. I realized that this wouldn't hurt her as much. I continued stroking and stroking for about five minutes. My sister's vulva became wet and very slippery. My sister stopped crying, and I asked, puzzled, "Sister, are you bleeding down there again? Why is it wet?" She said, "Really? Let me feel." She touched it and said, "Oh, look with a flashlight." I peeked under the covers again, and sure enough, something was coming out of her vagina. It didn't look like blood; it was more of a clear liquid. I collected some with my finger and showed it to her. She looked at me, puzzled, and we couldn't figure it out. She said, "Don't worry about it. Just touch it like before; it won't hurt so much." I continued touching it, and as I touched it, more and more fluid came out, covering my palm. After about 15 minutes, she suddenly convulsed several times, pulled her hand away from mine, and then convulsed a few more times. I was so scared I didn't dare breathe. After a while, I asked, "Sister, are you okay? I'm so scared. Sister, please talk to me!" It took her about a minute to reply: "I'm fine, go to sleep!" I was so confused. What was wrong with my sister? And why was my penis hard and staying hard? I don't know when, but I fell asleep. The next morning, when I woke up, my hands looked like dried glue, silky and a little red. I secretly went to wash them. When my sister saw me, she kept stomping on me and blushing. I asked her what happened. She told me, "Mom saw me secretly washing those socks today. Mom told me a lot of things, and now she knows everything. Also, we can't tell anyone about what happens between us!" I nodded vigorously and ran away, blushing.

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