[Catching a Faded Memory (Siblings)] (Completed) [Author: Yiguofly]

Author: Yiguo fly
Word Count: 28162
Prologue :
Ethics and morality intertwine into a vast net, binding those sordid and damp thoughts deep within the heart.
Yet, desire still flows within the body, transforming into strands of affection that seep into the depths of the bone marrow, difficult to eradicate.
I can no longer remember when it began, but that shackle of civilization that had always bound me, seemingly
unbreakable , crumbled and fell apart unnoticed…

Chapter One:
All along, I've harbored an inexplicable, hazy, and intoxicating feeling towards my sister, lingering
in my heart, impossible to dispel.
Her gentle and serene face fills my mind; I often stare at her graceful back, lost in thought, until I come to my senses
, feeling both regret and doubt—is this normal sibling affection?
A slight sense of guilt triggers my rational nerves; the
ethical tells me this is abnormal.
Later, I attributed my feelings for my sister to a
romantic love that had sprouted from the bond between siblings.
I tried to purify this feeling, preventing any impure desires from tainting it. At first, it did indeed work as I wished,
becoming a spiritual anchor that gave me a reason to love my sister.
Even on her wedding day, I was genuinely happy for her and wished her well; her happiness was all that mattered.
I smiled through my tears, but my heart was aching. The hidden emotions kept churning up, unstoppable,
and I could only let them run wild, never expecting them to eventually overflow and become a raging torrent that swept everything away.
...
"Ah Jian, this is your room." As I stood at the door, carrying my luggage and feeling somewhat lost,
a clear female voice beside me snapped me out of my reverie.
I looked towards her, and the instant our eyes met, I immediately looked away, a
barely .
Even though it was just a fleeting glance, the face I caught was deeply etched into my mind:
a naturally beautiful face, flawless white skin, full, rosy lips, and most captivating of all were her
gentle, watery eyes, seemingly capable of washing away all unhappiness.
She was my sister. It had been some time since I'd seen her after her marriage. She seemed as
beautiful as ever, yet somehow unfamiliar. She had permed and dyed her shoulder-length, jet-black hair, making her even more stylish and
vibrant, adding a touch of womanly charm to her youthful innocence.
"Mmm," I nodded, swallowing hard, managing only a single, labored word.
"Oh, right, knowing you were coming, I cleaned the room and washed the sheets. They should be
almost dry now. I'll go make the bed for you." My sister finished speaking and walked to the balcony, collecting the sheets, which were slightly transparent in
the sunlight .
"Sister, no need to trouble yourself, I can do it myself." I always felt more
at ease .
"Oh, when did my brother become so polite?" My sister teased me as she
walked gracefully towards me. I felt a pang of unease, as if she had seen right through me.
Fortunately, she didn't seem to notice my change in expression. She placed the clean sheets she had been carrying on
the bed and then bent down to tidy them.
"Sis, let me help you," I said, scratching my head. Feeling awkward standing there with nothing to do, I
offered to lend a hand.
"Perfect, go to the other end and help me smooth out the sheets," my sister replied, her head bowed.
We positioned ourselves on opposite sides of the bed so we could straighten the wrinkles in the sheets. However, when I
looked up and saw my sister standing opposite me, I was instantly stunned, my gaze fixed on her.
It was May, and although summer hadn't officially arrived, the air was already quite warm. My sister was wearing a beige
chiffon dress, and as she bent over to tidy the sheets, I could clearly see through the loose neckline a pair of
full breasts encased in a light green lace bra.
Her breasts were full and round, the snow-white flesh swaying gently with her movements, like
delicate tofu that might break at any moment. The openwork patterns on the bra cups complemented her beautiful breasts perfectly, creating
a breathtaking scene that made me want to immerse myself in it, completely oblivious to the immorality of peeping at my loved one's body.
I slowed my movements, trying to prolong the time so I could enjoy this rare
sight .
"What are you looking at?" Perhaps because my gaze was too blatant, my sister noticed me,
tugged at her collar, and scolded me playfully.
"Ah? No… I wasn't looking at anything…" Caught red-handed, I blushed from the roots of my neck to
my face, stammering as I tried to deny it.
"Hmph. Never mind you, I'm going to prepare dinner." My sister pouted playfully, pretending
to . I was stunned, never expecting that she, now a married woman, would still show such
a cute, womanly side.
But at the same time, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. My sister probably wasn't really angry. Perhaps it was because I was her brother
; childhood friendships can't be severed, and my sister wasn't wary of me.
My sister turned and left the room. I followed the curves of her back, her thin
dress stretched taut by her round buttocks, like a beautiful full moon. I could vaguely see
the shape of her panties peeking out from under the skirt. Her long, slender legs looked extremely fair, crossing gracefully as she walked.
Soon, her figure disappeared around a corner, vanishing from my sight. I felt a
sense , lying straight on the bed I had painstakingly made, staring blankly at the ceiling.
After calming down a bit, a belated sense of guilt slowly crept into my heart. I began to regret my actions;
it was as if I had spilled ink into the clear emotions in my heart, gradually making them murky…
Indeed, I shouldn't have come to my sister's house.
Actually, coming to my sister's house wasn't my wish. Although I thought
about her every day after her marriage, I refused to stay at her house.
Because I felt that this was a world exclusively for her and another man, and even though we shared
the same blood, I felt more like an outsider here.
Speaking of my brother-in-law, to be honest, I felt somewhat repulsed by him, because he was the one who married my sister, whom I loved so much
.
On the other hand, I also admired him somewhat. My brother-in-law
was very successful; he had supposedly started from scratch and now owned a design company, earning a considerable income.
Compared to him, I felt ashamed. Not only was I bad at studying, but I also dropped out of school early, causing
my parents lot of worry, and my future was uncertain.
Later, when my parents heard that my brother-in-law's company was recruiting apprentices to learn design, and that the industry had a good future,
they wanted me to go and learn, preferably with my brother-in-law personally teaching me.
At my parents' request and my sister's intercession, my brother-in-law finally agreed. Thanks to his connection,
although education level was insufficient, he made an exception and hired me.
However, my home was quite far from his company, making commuting extremely inconvenient. So, my brother-in-law suggested that I
simply stay at his house, which would also allow me to catch up with my sister.
And so, with mixed feelings, I arrived at my sister's house with all the luggage my parents had prepared for me,
beginning this period of lodging that I didn't know how long it would last.
After a short nap, it was already dark. Looking out at the myriad lights of the city, I
sighed and left my room, finding my sister still busy in the kitchen.
"Sis, so many dishes! Such a feast! Can we finish it all?" Looking at the table laden with various dishes, I
sincerely exclaimed. My sister, who once shared our parents' protection, had become a virtuous wife
.
It's just a pity she belongs to someone else…
"It's because you're here, I was afraid you'd go hungry! I'll just cook one more dish." Hearing my
praise, my sister puffed out her chest contentedly, completely unaware that her full, firm breasts
swayed .
Just as I was about to take a closer look at those alluring curves, I heard the door open.
"Where's A-Jian?" Before I even saw him, I heard a deep male voice calling me, followed by slightly hurried
footsteps approaching.
A tall man in a suit strode towards me. He wasn't particularly handsome, but his features were fairly
regular. He wore thin-rimmed glasses and looked polite and refined. A confident smile on his face
indicated he was in a good mood.
He was my brother-in-law. In contrast to his outward enthusiasm, I felt icy inside.
Seeing this man who had taken my sister away from me, I couldn't feel happy at all.
"Brother-in-law," I greeted him politely, even though I wasn't particularly fond of him
.
"Great! Jian, you're finally here! Your sister has been talking about you the whole time!" My brother-in-law
walked over and patted my shoulder naturally and familiarly.
"Look at you, you came in without even taking off your shoes, you've dirtied the floor," my sister
said irritably when she saw my brother-in-law as she brought out the dishes.
"I forgot, I forgot, I was so excited to see Ah Jian, haha... Hey, honey, you cooked so many dishes today,
that's great ! Let me give you a hug as a reward." My brother-in-law started changing the subject, opening his arms as if to
hug my sister.
"Get lost, you're so irresponsible, Ah Jian's here." My sister put her two slender white hands against my brother-in-law
's chest, rejecting him, but the smile on her face showed she wasn't offended.
I stood there awkwardly, not knowing what expression to make, and finally just
sat down at the table to indicate it was time to eat.
At the table, my brother-in-law filled his bowl with wine and then offered me some, but I declined because I don't drink.
My sister first put some food on my brother-in-law's plate, and then put a piece of my favorite rib on mine. Her cooking smelled delicious,
but I found it tasteless...
My brother-in-law basically started the conversation. Perhaps seeing that I was quiet, my sister kindly asked me a few questions
, and then my brother-in-law decided to let me stay home and rest for two more days before going to the company with him for training.
"Mmm." I nodded in response, then fell silent again. All I could do was try to appear quiet and
natural, not seeming out of place in my sister and brother-in-law's cheerful world.
After a quick dinner, I returned to my room, feeling restless. I picked up a book, but could
n't concentrate. About half an hour later, my sister came to my door.
"Ah Jian, want to go for a walk downstairs?" she asked.
"No, I'm a little tired and want to go to sleep early," I shook my head.
Of course, I wanted to go for a walk with my sister, but I thought my brother-in-law would probably come along too. The thought of the three of us
walking together made me feel like a third wheel, so I refused.
As expected, seeing I wasn't willing, my sister gave up. She was still wearing a dress, just with
a coat draped over her shoulders, and then she took my brother-in-law's arm and left.
Watching their intimate and sweet backs, my restlessness intensified. My brother-in-law had drunk alcohol after dinner; instead
of going to sleep, why was he going for a walk with my sister?
The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, feeling as if I were being scorched by a flame. I took off my clothes and went to the bathroom to take a cold shower.
The May night was slightly chilly, and even with the showerhead spraying cold water onto my body, I could still feel a slight chill.
My body began to tremble uncontrollably, but thankfully my mind gradually calmed down, and I felt much better.
After showering, I lay in bed, my thoughts drifting again. I couldn't bear to part with my sister, nor could I bear to see
her with another man, but at this moment, all of that was beyond my control, a reality laid out before me.
The thought that there would be many more similar experiences in the future filled me with utter despair, a
feeling no less than torture, and I began to feel fear.
At that moment, I desperately wanted to go home, to escape from here. Lost in my chaotic thoughts, I drifted into a painful, confused state, not even noticing when
my sister returned from her walk.
"Ah Jian, you're probably still awake, right? I bought you some food, here you go." My sister came into my room; she
had brought me some snacks.
"I'm not asleep yet, thank you, sister." I got out of bed and walked towards my sister.
As I approached, I noticed a blush on my sister's delicate face. The light blush bloomed on her flawless
white skin, like peach blossoms floating on clear lake water. A few strands of hair on her forehead were slightly
disheveled, damp with a little sweat. "
How can she sweat so much from a walk? It's not hot at night," I wondered. Distracted, I took
the snacks from my sister's hand, not expecting that the bag also contained several bottles of drinks. I lost my grip, and with a "thud,"
the bag fell to the ground.
The sound of things falling startled me, and I quickly squatted down to pick up the various snacks scattered on the ground.
"Oops, how could you be so careless?" My sister scolded playfully. She was also startled and
gently before squatting down to help me pick up the snacks.
Because of her squatting posture, the hem of her skirt, which barely reached her knees, couldn't hide her long, shapely
thighs , revealing a large expanse of them to me under the bright light.
The smooth skin on her thighs, reflecting the bright light, became translucent, and I could even see the faint
veins, as beautiful as a delicate work of art.
My gaze followed the perfect curves of her legs to the depths between them, but unfortunately, the light inside the skirt
was a bit dim, and I couldn't see clearly. So I slowly moved closer to her, lowered my head, and found a new angle to peek.
The hazy shadow gradually spread, and I finally saw the general shape. My pupils dilated instantly, and
my mouth went dry as if my blood had evaporated. My sister wasn't wearing underwear.
I had only intended to peek at the color of my sister's underwear, but
I never expected to see her most mysterious and private part—a completely unexpected delight…
At the base of her snow-white thighs, the most striking feature was undoubtedly the dark, glossy pubic hair, hidden within which
was a pink valley extending downwards from her mons pubis, dividing her full vulva into
two fleshy mounds.
Wow, it was so beautiful! Although I was terrified that my sister would discover my shameless behavior, I
couldn't tear my gaze away. I was stunned, my breathing becoming erratic.
Seeing a woman's private parts for the first time under these circumstances, and seeing my own sister's—
a shameful part that she would never show me—was now completely exposed to me.
Because my sister was squatting with her legs slightly apart, that tender, alluring cleft was gently parted,
like a pink clam about to emerge, writhing slightly and lasciviously, its two
labia shyly trying to hide.
I just felt something was off. My sister's full vulva, like her pretty face, was flushed with an ambiguous
blush . Her dark pubic hair, like the strands of hair on her forehead, seemed damp with sweat. Was it really that hot?
Sweating up, sweating down...
Soon, the snacks on the floor were all picked up. My sister stood up, and seeing my strange, stunned expression, she
immediately realized what was happening. She instinctively tugged at her skirt to straighten herself, her blush deepening.
I felt guilty and didn't dare meet her gaze. I hung my head, like a prisoner awaiting judgment, my heart
pounding with anxiety.
"Go to sleep early," my sister said softly, but with extraordinary gentleness. After saying that, she left the room, closing
the door behind her.
My sister was gone, but I was still uneasy. I felt something wasn't right. Why hadn't my sister scolded
me? Wasn't she angry that I had spied on her there? Or perhaps she hadn't noticed my actions? That couldn't be
...
The hardening sensation between my legs interrupted my wild thoughts. Only then did I realize that my penis had become very
erect. The throbbing, suffocating feeling was extremely uncomfortable; I was actually erect.
How could I have such filthy thoughts about my own sister? It seemed as if I still retained the last shred of ethics and
morality , because the guilt of lust for a family member surged up, making me feel nauseous. But this
couldn't suppress the urge to release myself.
My sister was so considerate and gentle to me. Although I liked her, I would never
masturbate want to tarnish
the purity of my image of her with my dirty and disgusting desires.
At the same time, I began to wonder why my sister wasn't wearing underwear. I remembered seeing the outline of her underwear on her buttocks through her skirt when I looked at her back that afternoon
; she was wearing underwear then.
She hadn't showered yet, so why would she take off her underwear all of a sudden? When exactly did
she take it off? I started to think about it. My sister cooked, ate, washed the dishes, went for a walk…
wait, could it be that she took it off while she and her husband were walking outside?
"No way, no way," I shook my head, laughing self-deprecatingly at this absurd guess
. How could she possibly take off her underwear while walking?
But somehow, my intuition told me that this was highly likely, and I couldn't find any other suitable time
. The more I thought about it, the more confused I became, and then all sorts of strange guesses flooded my mind.
All sorts of illogical and baseless speculations entangled me, my head throbbed, and my groin felt uncomfortable. I lay in bed
tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
Finally, drowsiness crept in, and in my hazy state, I saw my sister. She had a gentle smile on her face,
as serene and elegant as a celestial maiden descended to earth, and she walked towards me.
But then I saw my brother-in-law. He went to my sister and hugged her, and my sister obediently nestled in
his arms. Why? Why could this man possess my sister? What right did he have? Why
couldn't my sister belong to me?
I wanted to go over, but an invisible barrier blocked my way. I pounded on it, wanting to shout at
it, but my throat was dry, and I couldn't make a sound. I could only watch helplessly as my brother-in-law took
my sister away from me…
No!
"Ah!" I suddenly woke up, my forehead covered in cold sweat. It was just a dream, but the
agonizing helplessness, like being strangled by iron clamps, felt so real.
I glanced at the time; it was already late at night. Because of the turmoil in my heart, I didn't want to sleep anymore.
I got out of bed to go to the bathroom. As I passed my sister's bedroom, the thought of her sleeping in the same bed with that man filled me
with an indescribable bitterness. On a whim, I pressed my face against the door, wanting to listen to what was happening
inside .
At that moment, the air seemed to be so still that only the lonely yet powerful pounding of my heart could be heard. It was so late; the two people in the room
must have already fallen asleep. So I waited for a long time before I could hear my brother-in-law's deep, slow snoring.
I felt a mixture of disappointment and relief, two conflicting emotions. I didn't know what I wanted to hear, or
what I was afraid to hear...
The bathroom light was a bit too bright, making me feel extremely uncomfortable and uneasy, having just come from the darkness. I
finished urinating with my eyes closed, and as I was about to leave after flushing the toilet, my gaze
was drawn to the washbasin on the washing machine in the corner.
There were unwashed clothes lying there. I immediately spotted the beige
dress , now crumpled up and pressed under my brother-in-law's shirt.
There must be more than just these few pieces of clothing. I went over and reached into the washbasin,
carefully rummaging through it like panning for gold at the bottom of a riverbed. Sure enough, I found what I wanted most:
my sister's panties! A pair of silk, light blue panties, layers of lace trim, adorned with tiny floral embellishments.
They felt smooth and of excellent quality, and when unfolded, they looked quite petite in my palm. I couldn't believe
how my sister's round, pert buttocks could fit into such exquisite panties.
They were my sister's most private undergarments, the ones that had repeatedly kissed her beautiful vulva, doing
things I never even dared to dream of. I felt inexplicably excited.
I turned the panties inside out, trying to catch the scent of my sister's private parts, but instead found several
not-quite-dried stains. At first, I thought it was my sister's discharge, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be semen.
"Damn it!" I cursed out loud, thankfully not going straight for it. I finally understood why my sister hadn't worn underwear after her walk
that night !
Her outing with her husband after dinner wasn't just a simple stroll; after they found a place to make love,
she put on her underwear, but it was accidentally stained with semen that hadn't been wiped clean, so she took it off again.
Thinking back to later, when she went to the supermarket to buy me snacks, she wasn't even wearing underwear,
her fresh semen, and I felt a pang of heartache.
I really didn't want to believe that beneath my sister's beautiful and elegant exterior lay a lewd side
, a side she would never show me.
My sister, whom I had always deeply loved, was now like a mirror shattered, broken into
irreparable pieces.
I crumbled along with those pieces, no longer wanting to uphold that ridiculous purity of our relationship. All
ethics and morals collapsed, like a dam bursting, and my long-suppressed desires finally found an outlet.
I frantically rummaged through the sink, pulling out the light green bra. Like the panties, it
was embroidered with exquisite lace, and red flowers adorned the rims of the cups, making it look exceptionally alluring and seductive.
How sexy and tempting it must have been when it supported my sister's two full breasts.
I stuck out my tongue and licked the inside of the cups, inhaling the faint milky scent, as if I were sucking on
my sister 's nipples. What were my sister's nipples like? Were they the same pink color as her vulva?
They must taste so good in my mouth.
I was so jealous of my brother-in-law. He had my sister, who was as beautiful as an angel, all to himself. He could
do everything I wanted to do to her, while I could only hide in the bathroom alone in the dead of night, using
my sister 's underwear to relieve this long-suppressed, unrevealed desire. I never imagined I would fall into such an endless abyss. I must look so wretched and pathetic
now . Yesterday's me must have utterly despised and scorned today's me. But none of that mattered anymore. When I succumbed to lust in a single moment, I was destined to embark on a path of no return. With one hand, I held my sister's bra, stroking my penis with abandon, while with the other, I held to my nose, inhaling deeply the lingering fragrance of my sister—the scent I knew so well. "Sister...sister...sister..." I growled, my eyes bloodshot, a strange, beast- . My hand moved faster and faster, stroking my penis with the bra, ignoring the occasional sting . Lust fueled my pleasure. With a tingling sensation, I shuddered, and thick streams of semen shot out, spraying onto my sister's bra. I stared blankly as a pool of semen flowed onto the red pattern on the bra cup, like a white lotus engulfed in a raging inferno, burning away the unspeakable sin. "Ha...haha..." My physical desires were relieved, but the pent-up emotions in my heart only intensified. I could only laugh like a madman. I didn't know if I had betrayed myself or my sister. I only knew that the bathroom light was incredibly glaring . Otherwise, why would tears uncontrollably stream down my face as I laughed? Chapter Two: Falling into boundless fantasy, yet tightly bound by helpless reality, I could only laugh sadly, clearly feeling the splitting of my self. As the laughter faded slightly, I felt as if all my strength had been drained. I slumped against the wall and slowly slid down to the wet floor. The pungent, fishy smell of semen filled the air. Looking at the battered bra still clutched tightly in my hand, I knew that my feelings for my sister could never become pure. I struggled to my feet, feeling that everything in my vision had become blurry. I walked like a deflated balloon, bumping into things and almost hitting the door frame. I finally made it back to my room and collapsed onto the bed. I could feel fine beads of sweat constantly seeping , and my head felt like it was about to explode, as if an old-fashioned metal train was constantly rumbling inside … When I regained some consciousness, it was already the next day. In my drowsy state, I felt a soft, delicate hand gently touching my forehead. The cool touch of the fingertips soothed my burning head. I opened my eyes and saw a familiar figure sitting beside my bed. Her beautiful face looked a little tired. One hand was touching my forehead to check my temperature, and the other was pulling the blanket up a bit. “Ah Jian, you’re awake? I was just about to wake you up to go to the hospital.” Seeing that I was awake, my sister immediately greeted me anxiously , her eyes filled with worry. “Um… what’s wrong?” I asked weakly, still confused about what had happened, as if I had blacked out from drinking . "You have a fever, you know? I saw you sleeping all morning, and you wouldn't respond no matter how I called you. When I touched your forehead, it was burning hot , it scared me half to death." So you had a fever. But it's no wonder, you took a cold shower yesterday, and then stayed up all night secretly . It's normal to catch a chill and get a fever. Now I know why my head hurts so much, and my whole body feels like it's filled with lead. The only comfort is that the inner pain has lessened a bit. "Your brother-in-law had to leave early this morning, we didn't know you had a fever then. Sigh, I called him..."

"Come back, I'll drive you to the hospital together." My sister said, standing up and taking out her phone to make a call.
"Sis...no, no need..." I responded weakly.
What happened in the bathroom last night was still vividly etched in my mind, so much so that I felt a little
lost and helpless, not knowing how to face her.
"How can you do that? Go to the hospital for an IV drip, that will bring down the fever faster." My sister insisted on taking me to the hospital.
"I don't...I don't want to move right now. Do we have any medicine at home? I'll take some...I'll just sleep it off." After saying that, I
burrowed deeper into the blankets, covering my head to hide. Then I heard my sister make a phone call to my brother-in-law.
It seemed that my brother-in-law did have an urgent matter at work and couldn't come back to drive me to the hospital. My sister was anxious and
they argued a bit, but I couldn't hear the details clearly through the blankets. In the end, my sister hung up the phone unhappily.
"Ah Jian, take your medicine. If you don't feel better by tonight, you must go to the hospital, okay?"
My sister patted my blanket, her voice soft and apologetic.
"Mmm..." I moved halfway out of bed, about to put my head on the headboard, when my sister sat down
beside me and gently supported my arm, letting my head rest on her shoulder. Then she carefully fed me
my medicine.
My cheek rested on my sister's rounded, jade-like shoulder, smelling her delicate, fragrant scent. The
fire in my head burned even hotter, but the restlessness in my heart also intensified, all the mischief bubbling up.
I looked up at my sister's beautiful face. Her hair was tied up behind her head, her gentle and quiet elegance
captivating . A few strands of hair fell down and brushed against my ear. I gently blew on them.
"Don't move around, take your medicine." Sensing my mischief, my sister gently scolded me, but a slight blush appeared on her pretty face
. I remembered our childhood play; she had always been very ticklish.
I leaned obediently against my sister. She handed me two capsules with her slender hand, then fed me
half a bowl of porridge for breakfast.
"After you take your medicine, get some sleep," she said, getting up to help me back into bed and
tucking .
Perhaps I was truly exhausted, or perhaps for some other reason, I didn't respond. I just gazed at her
longingly , my head burning with desire making me bolder, my gaze lingering.
My sister met my gaze, a flicker of surprise in her beautiful eyes, but her gaze quickly softened
.
My sister had been busy taking care of me since morning, not even changing her clothes, still wearing a white lace nightgown.
The hem of the dress reached mid-calf, concealing her shapely figure, leaving only a half-concealed allure.
Looking at the fair skin peeking through the openwork patterns of the nightgown, a white
different , like a cup of warm milk poured onto pure white snow, the two slowly merging into a
harmonious beauty.
That dazzling white drew closer, magnifying, and I felt my fever intensify; was I starting to
hallucinate ?
Then, I felt a soft, warm body pressed tightly against mine, a dreamlike
experience , yet the smooth, snow-white skin told me it was real—it was my sister. She
had slipped into the covers and was holding me.
"Sister…sister, what…what are you doing?" I stammered, my voice betraying my panic. My sister's sudden,
alluring gesture left me bewildered.
"When you were little and had a fever, I held you like this, making you sweat, and the fever went down."
"That was before, it's not…different now…" I whispered, even swallowing
slowly and carefully, because everything I did now felt ambiguous, even awkward.
"What's the difference? You're still my brother, and I'll always be your sister." With that, my sister
chuckled , pulling me closer, her body becoming even more supple.
Her laughter lingered in my ears, slowly seeping into every cell of my body, melting away
the awkwardness between us.
We embraced face-to-face, or rather, she embraced me one-sidedly. I
lay there like a wooden stake, my hands pressed against my sides, afraid to move lest I touch something I shouldn't.
My sister was so close; I could even feel her warm, fragrant breath. But her hair
obscured most of her face, so I couldn't see her expression, and I wondered if her feelings were as complex and
indescribable as mine.
My hands, resting at my sides, felt a little numb. I wanted to ease the flow of blood, so I
carefully and somehow they slowly touched my sister's body. My fingertips, through her thin nightgown, gently brushed against her
soft skin.
I tentatively pressed down a few times, then placed one hand on her willow-leaf-shaped waist and the other on
her smooth, jade-like back.
I swear my initial intention was just to hug my sister briefly and then let go, but once my hands truly touched the softness of her
body , I couldn't bear to let go.
I held her tightly, as if trying to meld her entire body into mine, her full breasts pressing
against my chest, the soft yet elastic sensation driving me almost mad.
"Mmm..." My sister probably felt a pain, letting out a soft, muffled moan.
This delicate, endearing moan was like an aphrodisiac to me; all sorts of desires began to writhe
restlessly , just like last night when I took her underwear in the bathroom and molested her. Without the protection of reason,
my moral compass seemed utterly fragile.
My sister's alluring and sexy body was in my arms, her white neck enticing my bloodthirsty impulses. I
was about to lose control, wanting to act like a wild beast, driven solely by my desires, to possess
her without restraint!
The intense lust made my head burn even more fiercely, and I began to breathe heavily. My erect penis rubbed back and forth between my sister's legs
through her clothes, like a venomous snake eagerly searching for its
den.
At that moment, I really wanted to tear my sister's nightgown to shreds. I wanted to see clearly this sister I had
been infatuated with . I wanted to see her naked, I wanted to see every corner of her body.
I wanted to hold her, kiss her, knead her, possess her, ravage her. Now, if I just hardened my heart a little,
all of could come true!
"Ah Jian..." my sister called my name, while slightly twisting her body to avoid my small
movements.
Her beautiful hair was finally no longer obscuring my face, and I could clearly see my sister's ethereal features. The tender
affection in her beautiful eyes held a meaning I couldn't decipher.
"Stop it, I know you're feeling unwell. Get some sleep, your fever will definitely go down..."
My sister's words were like a mother comforting a mischievous child, gentle and caring, like a
spring of melting snow extinguishing my burning, wicked thoughts.
I recalled our past moments; from childhood to adulthood, my sister had always protected me. Her kindness to me was countless,
like grains of sand in the desert.
But why did I now want to hurt her because of my own selfish desires?
I just couldn't bring myself to do it...
"Sister... I'm... I'm sorry..." My voice was barely audible, and my eyes inexplicably welled up with tears.
I felt my sister's tense body relax. In truth, we didn't need many words; we both understood what had
almost happened.
"It's okay, you're my brother, I... how could I blame you?" My sister choked slightly.
She sat up slightly, looking down at me. Her eyes were glistening with tears.
Because of my angle and her position, I could see that two buttons on her collar were
accidentally undone, leading from her snowy neck to her delicate collarbone, and then deeper into her skin—a more alluring secret.
Two full, jade-like breasts, firm even without a bra, seemed
to exude a sweet, milky fragrance. Of course, the most captivating feature was undoubtedly her exquisite nipples.
The pale pink areolas accentuated her round, lustrous nipples,
a pinkish hue with a mature vibrancy, pure yet undeniably sensual, tempting one to reach out and tease them.
I finally had a complete view of her breasts. Though I had never seen any other woman's, I was certain hers
were the most beautiful in the world.
While I was captivated by the exquisite beauty of her breasts, I felt no lust whatsoever.
"Sister, your shirt is undone," I reminded her, though I was incredibly reluctant. I wished
time could stand still so I could admire her forever…
"Mmm…" My sister blushed, quickly adjusting her collar, her full breasts heaving rapidly . She held me in the same position, but for some reason, being held by her felt even more comfortable now. The warmth emanating from her body soothed the inexplicable restlessness in my heart. "Sleep…sleep…" my sister hummed softly.
My eyelids grew heavy, my senses dulled, and only my sister's soft moans remained in my ears. I felt as if I had turned into a soft feather, and she was the gentle breeze, enveloping me and slowly lifting me away into the distance. … In my dream, I vaguely heard someone arguing. I opened my eyes groggily, wanting to hug my sister tightly, but found my arms empty. She was no longer beside me, but her scent still lingered on the bed. I tried to clear my head; the fever seemed to be subsiding. I glanced at the time and realized it was already 1 p.m. "Why didn't my sister wake me up for lunch?" I'd only had some porridge this morning, and now that I was awake, my stomach was rumbling. I struggled to get out of bed, and it took me a while to regain my footing before I slowly walked out of the room. My sister's bedroom door was closed. Just as I was about to push it open to see if she was there, I heard voices inside, and some of their words sounded urgent. "I told you no! Are you kidding me?!" It was my sister's voice. Why was she so agitated? I rarely saw her, usually so gentle, so angry. "Hiccup...Wh...what do you mean you don't want it? You can't just say you don't want it! You've been urging me all morning...urging me!! I rushed over here right after having lunch with a client, are you expecting me to come all this way for nothing? Hiccup..." This voice that annoyed me was also familiar; it was my brother-in-law's. But I didn't expect that he, who seemed quite refined, would use "I" so often, and I could tell from his tone that he had just finished drinking with a client. "I asked you to come here to take A-Jian to the hospital, not to do this messy stuff!" What messy stuff? My sister's words made me suspicious, so I leaned closer to the door to listen more carefully. "Damn it, your brother's already asleep, what kind of hospital are you going to? Hiccup...Besides, I'm doing something important, how is it messy!" I didn't expect my brother-in-law to swear at my sister. Damn it, this bastard dared to yell at my sister. My goodwill towards him plummeted, even though I never really liked him to begin with. "Ah!! Let me go..." My sister's voice suddenly rose, like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on. My heart jumped into my throat . Had that bastard hit my sister? I couldn't listen anymore. My fever, which hadn't completely subsided, was now even hotter. I had to cripple him. I turned the doorknob and opened the door; it wasn't locked. But the room wasn't the scene of the two fighting I had imagined... I immediately saw my sister. She was almost completely naked, half-lying on the headboard, her hands raised above her head. Upon closer inspection, I was even more shocked. Her wrists were bound with her own lace panties, tied to a perforated hole in the headboard behind her. My brother-in-law was next to her, his back to me, admiring her with satisfaction. Even though we were some distance apart, I could smell the alcohol emanating from him. I wondered how much he had drunk to act like this! "Ah... are you really sick? Let me go!" My sister was genuinely angry; I rarely heard her swear . She twisted her half-naked, snow-white body, trying to break free of the restraints on her hands. Her two long, beautiful legs kicked wildly on the bed, but all to no avail. My beautiful and elegant sister was now bound like a prisoner awaiting punishment, forced to endure the humiliation of a man! She was only covered by a white silk nightgown that had been torn down to her waist, her full breasts completely exposed. No matter how you looked at her breasts, they were beautiful—round, white, full, and firm, without the slightest sign of sagging. Soon, a pair of large hands covered her high breasts, ruining this extremely beautiful scene. Her brother-in-law wantonly kneaded and played with them, sometimes flattening her breasts, sometimes stretching them, and once released, they would instantly spring back to their full, round shape.

Although my brother-in-law had his back to me, he was positioned to my sister's right, so he didn't block my view.
The shocking scene before me made my heart pound. Was my sister about to have sex with him?
It's normal for a married couple to do this, but why in broad daylight? And why was
my sister tied up? What did he take her for? I had a feeling my sister was being raped by her husband.
Damn it! My dazed mind finally snapped back to reality. I wasn't here to witness this live sex show; I was here to rescue
my sister! She was clearly being "abused"!
My sister's hair covered her face, her eyebrows furrowed, her teeth biting her rosy lower lip, her face filled with reluctance as
she was forced to endure her brother-in-law's caresses and fondling. However, when I pushed the door open completely and came into my sister's view, an indescribable look of shock
appeared on her face . After a gasp of surprise, she immediately twisted her body closer to my brother-in-law, using his broad body to cover her half-naked body. "Little slut, why are you suddenly so proactive? Can't hold back anymore?" My brother-in-law's words revealed excitement . Seeing my sister rubbing against him, he assumed she was aroused. When I heard him use such an insulting term as "little slut" to describe my sister, I was furious. Damn it, he tied my sister up, stripped her almost naked, and then insulted her! This bastard didn't treat my sister like a wife at all. Was she just a plaything to him? I grabbed the broom next to the door, ready to go in and beat him. "No...no, don't come in!" My sister shouted frantically as she saw me entering the room. I froze. Why… “What, what’s wrong? You can’t even handle one finger? I’ll give you another one to make you feel good!” My brother-in-law, drunk and with impaired senses, was completely unaware of what was happening. He was reaching down and groping my sister’s genitals. I saw my brother-in-law’s prominent, dark arm rapidly moving between my sister’s two snow-white legs, making a “glug…glug…” sound, like water churning while brushing teeth. My sister seemed to be trying to stop her brother-in-law’s actions, her long legs constantly squeezing and swinging, but with her brother-in-law ’s relentless thrusting, she quickly lost her strength, her body heaving violently, her legs spreading limply to the sides. And I finally saw clearly that my sister’s tender vulva was glistening, the pink opening being stretched open by my brother-in-law’s left index and middle fingers, a large amount of vaginal fluid being stirred up, forming white foam, flowing out in a large puddle on the sheets. "Quick...get out of here." My sister looked very weak, but she still urged me to leave anxiously, her voice almost pleading. I saw the stubborn expression on her pretty face, hiding a humiliation she didn't want me to see, and my heart ached for her even more. "What, you don't like your fingers because they're too thin? Fine, then I'll feed you with my cock!" My brother-in-law had already taken off his pants, and before I could react, he was already between my sister's legs, thrusting his hips down hard. "Mmm..." My sister raised her head high, letting out a long, soft moan. My brother-in-law was clearly even more , and he began thrusting his hips without stopping, but to me, it sounded more like a cry of anguish, like a sharp sword piercing my heart. "Quick...get out of here, please...ah..." My brother-in-law pressed his entire body against my sister, blocking her view of me. My sister and I couldn't see each other, but I knew she was still saying those words to me. Seeing my sister being treated like this, I couldn't bear it and wanted to go in and stop it, but after hearing her pleading again and again , I hesitated and didn't know what to do. "Why are you so temperamental today! Aren't you usually clinging to me and wanting it?" My brother-in-law's voice rose considerably, clearly my sister's body was giving him immense pleasure; his tone was even starting to distort with pleasure. From behind my brother-in-law, I saw that my sister's two slender legs were hoisted onto his shoulders, as if he had captured a rich trophy, enjoying his captive sister to the fullest. My sister's two delicate legs swayed helplessly up and down on my brother-in-law's shoulders, her fair and lovely feet drawing one alluring arc after another. While my brother-in-law thrust his hips forcefully, he would often turn his head to nibble on my sister's toes, which were painted with pink nail polish. My sister is ticklish, especially her toes. When we were kids, I would often grab her toes and tickle them during play, which always made her giggle. But I never imagined that one day, as an adult, I would see my sister's toes used to please another man . "Mmm... ah... mmm ah..." Although my sister was trying her best to endure it, she couldn't help but let out a few soft moans. Being played with in front of her brother, she could still feel so good that she was in ecstasy. Her crystal-clear toes, suspended in the air, clenched tightly , as if proclaiming boundless pleasure. I never expected my sister's moans to be so soul-stirring. They sounded soft and weak, but with a continuous tremor, like cat claws scratching at my heart, arousing a desire to ravage her. My brother-in-law was greatly encouraged by my sister's moans. He put down her two beautiful legs, then bent over and thrust downwards with all his might, his hips slamming fiercely again and again, as if he had a grudge against the sister . The bed creaked and groaned, accompanied by the squelching sounds of fluids being squeezed, and the crisp sounds of flesh colliding were continuous, creating a lewd symphony. However, my brother-in-law's breathing soon became heavy; maintaining this high-frequency thrusting was clearly exhausting . He gradually slowed his movements and untied my sister's bound wrists. "Come on, let's change positions!" I thought my brother-in-law had a change of heart and was going to release my sister, but his words revealed that untying her was just a way to continue playing with her. "No...no..." My sister's voice was trembling with a weak sob, her hands covering her face, not wanting me to see her . "No my ass! Turn over, lie face down!" my brother-in-law cursed. My sister tried to stand up, but my brother-in-law grabbed her right hand and pulled her hard. My sister stumbled and fell back down. Now she was facing me, who was standing in the doorway, with her buttocks sticking out against the headboard.

"Don't look! Don't look, ah..." My sister and I looked at each other again. Seeing that I was still there, she
seemed about to collapse, painfully closing her eyes and only muttering incessantly.
"What do you mean 'don't look, don't look'? It's
so noisy! I've seen every part of your body, what are you pretending to be innocent for!" After saying that, my brother-in-law reached out and gave my sister's snow-white, round buttocks a sharp slap. The sound was quite
crisp, and a humiliating handprint was immediately branded on the fair flesh.
Then he moved closer to my sister's snow-white buttocks, clearly preparing for a rear-entry position. His body
would definitely have to turn around, wouldn't I be seen?
"Get out...get out...get out..." My sister was even more panicked than me, trying to roll over to delay,
but my brother-in-law reached out and pressed down on her slender waist, making her unable to move.
I clearly came into the room to settle accounts with my brother-in-law, but for some reason, I was now hesitant. My first
reaction was that I couldn't let him see me! My sister was still pleading, "Get out...get out...get out...
"
I gritted my teeth, like a defeated warrior, and finally retreated, dejectedly slipping out of the room
and closing the door behind me.
Before the door was completely closed, I peeked at my sister one last time through the crack. My beautiful
and elegant sister was now like a female dog, lying on the bed with her buttocks raised high, welcoming the man's thrusts from behind...
Perhaps my brother-in-law felt that my sister had been disobedient to him all day, and that she was too noisy, so he picked up the
underwear that had just been tied around her wrists and stuffed it into my sister's mouth!
My sister groaned indistinctly, "Ugh...ugh..." with saliva constantly dripping from the corners of her mouth.
I had never seen my sister so humiliated and wanton. She, who had always been pampered, was willing to be humiliated and
played with like this, letting a man take what he wanted...
Why, why is this happening? I repeatedly questioned myself, all sorts of indescribable feelings surging through my fragile
body .
I couldn't bear to watch any longer. The door slammed shut, leaving only a coward isolated in his own world.
The sliver of light that had pierced through the crack disappeared, but how could the bleeding wound in my heart ever heal
...?

Chapter Three:
The beautiful memories I once held dear were so cruelly torn apart before my eyes, shattering my
fragile .
I tried to appear calm and indifferent, wanting to face my sister with a more natural demeanor, but she
seemed particularly dejected. The food in front of her remained untouched. Silence bound us both, and our
dinner became so awkward.
My brother-in-law had gone out again after finishing his work in the afternoon. I didn't care when he would return; I even hoped he wouldn't.
But now, with only my sister and I at home, I didn't know how to get along with him.
I looked up at my sister, and the image of her tied to the bed by her brother-in-law flashed uncontrollably through my mind again .
That lewd appearance made me unable to believe this was my sister…
“Jian, has your fever gone down? I didn’t prepare lunch for you; you must be starving tonight.”
My sister’s gaze flickered a few times, then gradually calmed down, regaining her usual composure and elegance.
I saw the tenderness in her eyes—a gentleness and appreciation.
At this moment, she finally transformed from the lewd woman who had always appeared in my mind back into the gentle and virtuous
sister .
“Sister, why! Why didn’t you let me stop him!” I finally couldn’t hold back anymore. This question
had been nagging at me, and the emotions building up inside me were about to explode.
My sister didn’t speak, lowering her head in silence…
“Sister, I’m sorry…” I really knew how to rub salt in the wound. Seeing my sister’s somewhat somber expression, another
pang of heartache shot through me.
"That's between my husband and me. Besides, I'm used to his temper."
What? I was immediately alarmed. Even if they were husband and wife, he shouldn't treat my sister like that!
"You say you're used to it? Does that bastard often...disrespect you like this?" I stood up and
questioned.
"No, sometimes after drinking, he gets a little rough..." My sister's voice trailed off, while I
grew increasingly angry.
Hearing her words, I finally understood. That bastard probably changes his personality every time he drinks and then
takes it out on my sister. What happened this afternoon was perfect proof.
No wonder there was semen on my sister's underwear after she and her husband came back from their walk last night. That bastard had
been drinking last night too. He must have forced my sister to have sex, most likely in the street...
I gritted my teeth, clenched my fists, and slammed them on the table a few times. My hideous appearance probably frightened my sister.
"Ah Jian, are you alright? Actually, the main reason I didn't let you stop him this afternoon was for your sake..."
My sister paused, but still finished speaking.
For my sake? What does this mean? I looked puzzled.
"Have you forgotten? You have to go to your brother-in-law's company in a couple of days, and he'll be taking care of you. You were so
impulsive back then; if you had barged in and made a scene, who knows what would have happened? You need to get along with him and
learn from his experience..."
Just because I needed that bastard's help, and for the ridiculous reason of not wanting me to offend him, my sister silently
chose to bear everything alone!
I hated myself for rushing into the room and then backing down. I felt increasingly
useless, incapable of success, and unable to protect her.
"I can't possibly get along with that bastard! Tomorrow, I'm going home tomorrow." Controlling my
trembling body, I said this in a low voice and turned to leave.
"Why? Stop acting like a child, okay?" My sister grabbed my hand.
"You're asking me why? Do you think I'm just acting like a child?" I turned back, my sister's
question shattering all the fragile resolve in my heart.
"Sister, don't you really know? I love you! I've loved you since I was little!
Do you know how heartbroken I was when that bastard married you? I comforted myself, numbed
myself !"
I don't know why I said these things to her. I'd hidden my feelings for her for so long, but
now I just wanted to vent. Maybe it was because I still had a fever, and my brain couldn't control the words that kept spilling
from .
"But, sister, when I saw you being treated like that, the person I loved most being so casually insulted and toyed with..."
"I'm going crazy! You want me to get along with him? Do you think that's possible? Is it possible?!"
I screamed almost hysterically, the emotions buried deep in my heart being cruelly dug out, those
bloody feelings thrown at her feet.
"Stop talking, stop talking... stop talking..." My sister's eyes were filled with tears, that
pitiful look again.
I turned my head away, suppressing the instinct to comfort her, and locked myself in my room. Perhaps only in this
self-imposed isolation could I breathe a little more comfortably.
That night, my sister didn't knock on the door, didn't try to comfort me. A sense of helpless defeat
enveloped me, and I silently packed my bags.
...
Until the next morning, I realized that my sister wasn't home. It seemed she had gone out very early. No wonder the house
was eerily quiet.
Although we almost had a fight last night, she is still my sister, and I started to worry about her.
"Sister... where are you?" I dialed the phone.
"I have some things to take care of right now, I'll be back a little later." My sister's voice sounded unusually
weary, which made me even more worried.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I'm at the police station. Your brother-in-law... he was caught driving under the influence last night... As a family member, I need to handle some paperwork
..." My sister hesitated for a moment, but still told me everything, though her words revealed exhaustion and
worry.
"What?! Sis, which police station are you at? I'll come over too."
That bastard actually got caught driving under the influence! Although I silently thanked God a few times, I didn't feel
any schadenfreude . But no matter what, he's the pillar of the family; if something really happened to him, what would my sister do alone?
I went out and took a taxi to the police station my sister had mentioned. I really didn't expect
so many things to happen in just a day or two; everything was as hateful as a nightmare.
As soon as I arrived, I saw my sister. She wasn't as upset as I had imagined. Although her eyes were a little
red and swollen , her beautiful face showed more determination and a slight anger.
I was somewhat surprised. When I arrived at the interrogation room and peeked through the small window, I finally understood
why my sister was angry.
My bastard brother-in-law was handcuffed and sitting in an interrogation chair, his face flushed and eyes closed,
looking completely drunk. More importantly, next to him was a scantily clad, alluring woman, equally intoxicated.
"That woman was with the car owner last night. Although she wasn't driving and it's not her fault, she's
completely unconscious and we can't contact her family, so we can only leave her here for now.
By the way, do you know her?" a police officer asked my sister and me.
"No, officers. If there's nothing else, we'll go home now." My sister's voice was somewhat cold,
but her fists were clenched tightly, showing that she was trying her best to control her emotions.
A man and a woman drinking alone outside and lingering outside—it's obvious their relationship is something else. Damn it, he has
a beautiful wife like my sister at home, and he's still fooling around outside. He's a real scoundrel; he deserves to be in the police station.
It's a pity that drunk driving only resulted in 15 days of detention; such a short punishment is far from enough to ease my dissatisfaction with him .
That bastard got off too easily.
My brother-in-law's car was temporarily impounded, so my sister and I flagged down a taxi. I opened the back
door first, and after my sister got in, I wanted to sit in the passenger seat, but I noticed she gently pulled my hand.
So, after a slight hesitation, I also sat in the back. My sister's slender hand was still holding mine; the soft
, boneless touch made me feel strange. I glanced at her; her face was turned towards the window,
the scenery constantly passing behind her head.
"Sister, don't be sad, it's not worth it..." I comforted her, my hand reaching out to intertwine
with hers.
My sister noticed the change in my hand, her delicate body trembling slightly, but she didn't pull away. Instead,
she squeezed , then rested her head on my shoulder, her fragrance filling the air…
“I’m not sad, I’m more disappointed. I trusted him so much, but he… he…” My sister trailed
off, unable to hold back her emotions, sobbing softly on my shoulder.
“Sister…” I opened my mouth, but didn’t know what to say to comfort her. So I
simply opened my arms and hugged her, everything understood without words.
Yesterday, when I had a fever, it was my sister who gently held me, providing me with warmth. Now, it was my turn to hold
her. When my beloved is at her most heartbroken, I am powerless to help, and I only hope to provide her with a
safe haven.
I want to see her smiling face; the sight of her tears breaks my heart. Holding each other, heart to heart, I felt
as if the emotions between siblings were flowing and being exchanged.
It's a pity she's someone else's wife, and I'll have my own family someday. We might gradually drift apart,
and years from now, will we still remember this warm moment...?
Before I knew it, my thoughts had wandered far away. The car had arrived at my sister's house. Reluctantly, I released
my embrace and helped my sister slowly out of the car.
My sister smiled at me, indicating she was alright and not to worry. I nodded, and then she went back to her bedroom.
Last night, in a fit of anger, I decided to go back to my parents' house, and I even packed my bags.
Now it seems all that effort was wasted.
My sister is so helpless now; how could I bear to leave her here alone? I picked up the luggage, preparing to put
it back in its original place.
"By the way, Jian, you haven't had breakfast yet, have you..." my sister suddenly said, clearly startled when she saw
the luggage .
"What you said yesterday... like liking me... is it true?" My sister looked
at me earnestly, the flickering light in her beautiful eyes making me feel dizzy and somewhat dazed.
"I... um." I stammered, nervously looking at her pretty face, wondering why she suddenly asked
this . Remembering the things I'd said in the heat of the moment last night, I felt incredibly awkward.
My sister's beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, then she sighed, but a relaxed expression remained on her face.
"Silly boy..." my sister murmured, her soft, white hand gently stroking my face. I stood there dumbfounded,
letting her cool, smooth hand slide across my burning cheek. "Sigh, but what right do I have to call you silly? Perhaps, I should be silly too." My sister sighed
again ...
She sighed softly, muttering to herself, as if speaking to me, yet also to herself.
Then, my sister did something I never dared to imagine: she cupped my face, her rosy lips
gently touching mine. My
sister's lips! Her lips were so soft; even a light touch was like a spark
falling on gunpowder, instantly igniting the desire within me.
I returned her kiss, prying open her teeth, and with a warm, fragrant breath, my tongue
plunged into her moist mouth, immediately stirring it up, sucking the fragrant nectar
.
Even though my sister had taken the initiative, she seemed flustered, showing signs of trying to pull away. I held
her exquisite body tightly, kissing her even more forcefully, my heart pounding, sweat beading on my forehead, and
my wicked manhood instantly hardening.
But my sister, being an experienced woman, regained her elegant composure. Her nimble tongue began
to respond actively, and she even pressed her soft breasts against me. Those two mounds of breasts were so soft,
rubbing and swirling against my hard chest—it was wonderful!
My sister's kissing skills were adept; our tongues intertwined, so soft, so smooth, so fragrant.
Soon I was overwhelmed. Her nimble tongue had unknowingly invaded my mouth, and I gradually
felt …
“Ugh… I can’t take it anymore, sis, catch your breath… huff…”
“What’s wrong? Weren’t you ready to devour me just now?” My sister looked at me triumphantly, a
glistening saliva flowing from the corner of her sexy lips, exuding an indescribable lewdness and allure.
“Sister, why are you kissing me?” I asked foolishly.
"Because I want to." My sister smiled, her beautiful face blooming like a flower. Her high, delicate nose touched my forehead, and her fragrant
breath carried her tender whispers, relentlessly penetrating my ears and captivating my senses.
My heart pounded wildly. I couldn't believe what was happening. I couldn't understand her,
my beloved sister. She was teasing me like a lover.
My hands unconsciously wrapped around her slender waist, feeling her graceful curves.
The suppressed was burning fiercely.
The air grew hot, and our breathing quickened. We both seemed to know what was about to happen,
but I didn't know what to do.
Should we continue? Did my sister really want to? Why was she doing this? Was it just to
get revenge on my brother-in-law? This was outright incest!
I admit that some distorted emotions reside deep within me, often giving rise to unethical thoughts.
But when it comes to actually having a relationship with my sister, I hesitate…
I love her, and I respect her. Even if it means violating ethics, I don't want my sister to be branded as
shameless .
Sister… Sister… No! I held onto the last shred of reason, mustered the courage to push away my sister's
fragrant shoulders. A look of surprise appeared on her beautiful face.
"I know what you're thinking," my sister said calmly. She has always been understanding, and this time it seemed she
could see right through me.
I was confused, unsure how to answer.
"The night before last, when you took my underwear… why weren't you as restrained as you are now…"
I never expected my sister to know that I had masturbated with her underwear that night. Although we had just kissed,
the embarrassing truth still made me panic. I was about to explain when she put her finger to my mouth, signaling me to continue listening.
"Your brother-in-law has become much colder towards me. Actually, I haven't been happy with him lately…"
I didn't know why she would bring up that bastard at this time.
"Sometimes, I miss the days when we first got together, I miss that feeling of being loved,
it was so good... They say the seven-year itch, why did we lose passion after only two years of marriage?"
I couldn't understand. Living with a wife as perfect as my sister is what countless men dream of, how could
she lose passion in such a short time? It must be that bastard brother-in-law who doesn't know how to cherish
her! "I even... I even hate our sex life..." My sister's face looked strange, a faint blush flickering.
I remembered what I saw yesterday afternoon, that bastard was so rude, he never respected my sister,
he only slept with her to vent his frustration, no wonder my sister hated it.
"Sometimes I've thought about just finding other men to add some excitement to this increasingly mundane life
..."
I suddenly tensed up, was my sister planning to have an affair? Could she have actually been with other men?!
"But in the end I didn't, I considered myself a faithful wife, unwilling to do anything outrageous,
but I didn't expect him to have already betrayed me..."
Whew, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Actually, you don't need to be shy. I'm happy that you like me. On the way back,
I thought about it for a long time in the car. To be honest, I'm still a little reluctant to be with other men, but if
it's you, I think I'm quite... willing. Ah Jian, do you think I'm a... slutty woman?"
My sister's beautiful voice became a little hoarse, but she still revealed all her thoughts to me. Finally,
she seemed relieved, tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, forced a smile, and waited for my answer.
"Sister, I won't allow you to say that about yourself. When I was very young, you were the most perfect in my heart
, and that hasn't changed over the years. But, if we were to cross that line, is it really okay?
After all, we're siblings..."
I said, taking my sister's hand, but then felt that doing so was inappropriate in the current atmosphere. I wanted to let go but
was reluctant, and I froze for a moment...
"It's precisely because you're my brother that I'm willing to give myself to you. All the men in the world might turn
bad , but I believe that only my brother won't change." My sister's small, bright hand squeezed my fingers,
responding to me very well.
I never expected my sister to say that. Not only was she willing to violate ethics with me, but she also openly and unabashedly
made our blood relationship so clear, giving the impression that even though we were siblings, everything seemed
so natural.
All along, I had been struggling to suppress my true nature, because this blood relationship had bound my filthy
soul, making me ashamed of having those inappropriate thoughts about my sister.
My sister's words brought me clarity. Why should I see our blood relation as a constraint? It
wasn't a rope to bind me, but an unbreakable bond connecting us...

Chapter Four:
My sister and I are bound by blood, an innate and inseparable connection that tightly embraces us. Since we both consent
, what's wrong with that? The shackles of convention are destined to be broken, even if it's wrong, so what?
I held my sister's slender waist, and we moved tacitly to the bedside. I gently laid her down on
the bed, then pressed myself against her soft, fragrant body.
My sister, my beloved sister, was beneath me, letting me do whatever I wanted with her. Thinking of
her elegance, I began to feel a little inferior and ashamed...
My sister reached out her two slender, white hands to straighten my head, allowing my evasive gaze to fall affectionately on
her face.
Her hair was pulled back into a bun, her fair face free of makeup, yet this did not diminish her
beauty; instead, it enhanced her ethereal beauty, her sparkling eyes seemingly brimming with tender affection…
“Silly boy, what are you standing there for…” My sister’s voice was soft and gentle, her snow-white face flushed with a captivating
blush.
A smooth, delicate hand slipped under my clothes, its cool touch sending shivers down my spine, like
an electric current coursing through my skin, stirring my burgeoning desire.
“Sister, you’re so beautiful.”
I reached out and touched my sister’s high, firm breasts, my palm gently covering their rounded curves. Then, as if
drawn by magic, I involuntarily squeezed and kneaded those full breasts.
So big! So soft! These are my sister’s breasts! The breasts of my dreams! One hand couldn’t possibly hold them all;
the fleshy mounds changed shape endlessly in my palm, and I felt my palm melting.
The feeling was simply wonderful. I rubbed harder and harder, becoming more and more unrestrained. Even through her clothes, I could still
feel the fullness and elasticity of her breasts.
As I caressed her soft breasts, I looked at her fair and slender neck, radiating elegant beauty.
I couldn't resist leaning in and biting it, then licking her sexy collarbone...
"Mmm... Ah..." came a soft moan from her nose.
But I was quickly dissatisfied. I wanted to remove her clothes. She was wearing a light
blue chiffon dress and a pink floral short-sleeved shirt. She was incredibly obedient and offered no resistance, making it very easy for me to undress her.
Removing her clothes, exposing her alluring body naked before my eyes, facing a face I had known since childhood,
the intense stimulation violently assaulted my entire nervous system. Coupled with the fact that it was the first time I had undressed a woman, I was so nervous
that my hands were trembling.
I grabbed the hem of her short-sleeved shirt and slowly lifted it up, gradually revealing her fair and delicate skin
until her entire full breasts were exposed before my eyes!
"Ah..." My sister let out another soft, tingling moan, then blushed and closed her eyes. Although
she was prepared to give herself to me, she was still somewhat shy and reserved when I actually took off her clothes.
My gaze was firmly locked on her. Because of the heat, she was wearing a half-cup lace bra. The bright
pink fabric was embroidered with black and purple patterns, exuding an indescribable sexiness and allure, perfectly highlighting the
charming allure of a beautiful young woman!
Most of my sister's snow-white and full breasts were exposed, beautiful and stunning. The lace bra gathered
her breasts together to form a deep cleavage. Even when she was lying flat, the two white and translucent
peaks were still round and firm.
To my even greater surprise, I discovered that my sister's bra had a front clasp. I pinched the clasp and gently
twisted , and "click!" the bra popped open. Her snow-white breasts seemed to be liberated, instantly becoming plump and full. The loosened
bra slipped down, and my sister's breasts were suddenly naked!
So beautiful! My sister's breasts are so beautiful! The pink nipples, half-hard and half-soft,
shamelessly hardened and stood erect under my unbridled gaze, proudly perched atop the snowy peaks. This erotic change exuded
a strong feminine allure.
My mouth went dry. I knelt between my sister's breasts, grabbed those luscious nipples, and stuffed them into my mouth,
sucking on her sweet nipples.
"Mmm... mmm... ah..." My sister's seductive moans began to spread, and at the same time, she touched my cheek with her hand
. This action, full of deep affection, made my heart flutter. I sucked on her nipples even more vigorously.
Under my sucking, my sister's nipples became engorged and bright red, with a small ring
of light pink nipples rising around them. Watching these pearl-like nipples, I was quite curious, so I
pinched and .
"Ah...no...mmm...ah..." My sister's moans immediately became louder, and
she thrust her breasts forward to meet my touch. I hadn't expected her reaction to be so intense, so I began to tease and press,
playing with her nipples in various ways.
"Ah, no more, no more, it itches...it's so itchy...mmm..." My sister's sensitive nipples
couldn't withstand my ministrations; ticklish, she let out rapid moans, her body twisting wildly.
"Sister, where does it itch? Is it itchy down there?" To me, my sister's words had become lewd and obscene
. I knew she meant she was itchy from my licking, but I deliberately twisted her meaning.
After saying that, my left hand had already slipped inside her skirt, pressing against the swollen mound of flesh between her legs, rubbing it
through her panties, as if I could feel waves of damp heat emanating from it.
"Ah! No..." My sister was mortified by the attack on her private parts, and tried to push me away with her hands, but this
seemingly coy resistance only fueled my possessiveness.
"I'll do it!" My tone was firm, my heart pounding in my chest, my possessiveness incredibly
strong , an impatient urge to possess my sister.
I pulled down my sister's blue skirt, revealing her long, beautiful legs, her thighs full and shapely. To caress them
without restraint had been my dream for countless days and nights, and now it had finally come true!
But I didn't have time to waste on this, because an even more irresistible temptation awaited me.
I lifted my sister's two snow-white thighs and spread them apart. My sister tried to close her legs, but how could she
possibly match my strength? She could only let me open her legs.
I greedily peered into the depths of my sister's legs; a matching pink lace panty covered her mysterious...
At the delta, the small panties barely concealed the plump mound of flesh, with a few pubic hairs peeking out playfully from the side
. Upon closer inspection, there was even a wet patch seeping from the center.
"Hehe, sister, did you wet your pants?" I teased my sister, deliberately poking the wet
patch and gently rubbing it with my fingertips, causing her delicate body to tremble.
"You brat, you're the one who wet your pants! You know perfectly well what I mean, why are you so naughty? Humph! You're not cute at all!"
My sister slapped my back with both hands, saying irritably, but she couldn't do anything about it, so she simply
turned her head .
"Hehe, sister, let me check for you to see if you peed or not." I grinned mischievously, hooking my fingers around the middle of
the panties and pulling them forcefully to the side, revealing that beautiful, mysterious area
. "No...no...ah!" My sister whimpered, instinctively resisting me, as if having her panties removed by
her brother was a very shameful thing.
But her resistance was utterly futile. I quickly pulled her small lace panties aside, revealing
the biggest secret between her legs.
So beautiful! So incredibly beautiful! Seeing my sister's beautiful vulva again, I couldn't help but exclaim sincerely.
Last time I only peeked in hastily, and I felt like I hadn't seen enough. This time, I finally got a thorough look!
Her dark, smooth pubic hair was quite thick, like weeds spreading wildly on snow, yet it was also very neat, showing that
it had been carefully trimmed. Her two petals were delicate and beautiful, maintaining a pinkish flesh color, slightly
parted , and the fleshy stamens hidden inside exuded an alluring feminine fragrance, with a trickle of fluid slowly flowing out.
"Ah Jian, don't... don't look." My sister was filled with shame, her legs trembling uncontrollably, her waist twisting
incessantly, anxiously pushing my head closer to her legs.
"Sister, you really wet your pants! Aren't you ashamed? Let me lick them clean for you!" My sister's beautiful
eyes widened as she looked at me in disbelief. My words surprised and ashamed her. With
my sister's beautiful genitals right in front of me, how could I resist the urge to feast? I opened
my mouth and covered her hairy vulva!
I used my tongue to feel the shape and softness of her labia. The faint fragrance, mixed with a subtle hint of female
hormones created a unique aroma that filled my nose and mouth.
"Ah... what are you doing... um... that... that's dirty... silly... um... ah..."
I had only just licked the wet opening with my tongue when my sister immediately protested with soft moans.
My sister's reaction was stronger than I had imagined. Her vulva was probably rarely licked by that bastard brother-in-law, or perhaps
never even been licked before!
Thinking of this, I became even more excited. While licking my sister's entire vulva with my tongue, I also inserted a finger
into her secret flower path. After all, I was still a virgin, and I wanted to experience the winding and twisting inside her beforehand
to prepare for the next step.
I only inserted one finger before I felt a little stuck. A warm, soft, tender sensation tightly gripped the
intruding object, and I could only laboriously move my finger in and out.
As a result, my sister's vagina immediately became incredibly wet, secreting wave after wave of sweet, slippery love juice.
Not wanting used my tongue to lick it all up.
"Sister, why are you peeing so much? Hehe."
"Ah... A-Jian... good little brother... no more... um... ah ah ah... ya..." My sister
was completely aroused by my licking, and her moans became long and drawn out. Her two plump thighs opened and closed, and her snow-
white buttocks swayed constantly.
It was time to satisfy my sister's overflowing desire. I knew my sister must be feeling very uncomfortable now, and more importantly,
my penis was also throbbing.
I positioned her legs, then slid my penis across her full vulva, slowly aiming at her wet
opening. I could even feel the heat emanating from deep within her.
"Sister, I want you," I said earnestly to my sister. The impending
union surreal thrill, making me nervous, even my rapidly beating heart felt numb.
"Mmm," my sister replied, less reserved this time. Though still shy, she
nodded generously, granting my permission.
I took a deep breath, emptying my pent-up emotions, and steadied myself. I guided my glans to part her
plump labia, then rubbed it against her moist opening, preparing to enter her.
At this moment, it didn't feel like a shameful act of incest, but rather a sacred and solemn
one.
To my surprise, my sister's vaginal opening was perhaps narrow, as if it had shrunk into a ball of tender flesh. No matter
how I squeezed and poked, it slipped and wouldn't go in after several attempts. My nervousness only made it more difficult.
"Silly boy, are you sleepwalking?" my sister teased, seeing my comical appearance.
"..." I wanted to retort but was speechless. My face flushed with embarrassment at this crucial moment.
"Silly boy, learn from this. It's okay to embarrass yourself in front of your sister, but what
if you're still this silly ..." My sister gave me a seductive look, but quickly reverted to a
shy, girlish demeanor.
She spread her legs wide, her slender white left hand pressed against her vulva, her fingers and middle finger
gently parting the pink opening. Then, her right hand gently and patiently guided my glans slowly into her body.
With my sister's help, I felt my glans gradually being swallowed by a warm, moist, tender flesh, followed by an
intense constricting sensation. It was so tight, so incredibly tight. Lubricated by her love juices, my entire penis finally managed to
merge with my sister's tight vagina!
"Hiss..." I took a deep breath. The feeling was absolutely amazing. My lower back tingled,
as if my very soul had been sucked into my sister's enchanting vagina!
My sister's vagina was incredibly hot and tight, gripping my invading penis as if a small mouth was sucking
and squeezing. The walls of her vagina were covered with winding grooves of tender flesh, which, thanks to the abundant love juices,
created an unusually pleasurable friction.
"Mmm..." My sister frowned, her face showing a hint of discomfort, but she let out a beautiful moan
.
I did it! I actually did it, completely entering my sister's body! Over the years, my
sister and had eaten and slept together, but we had never been this intimate before, so intimate that
the distance between us had become negative!
I truly regret delaying for so many years, letting that bastard enjoy this wonderful body so sooner than expected!
What seemed like an insurmountable taboo turned out to be incredibly fragile when finally broken! This feeling of
breaking the taboo made me even more excited!
Just as I was about to thrust, I felt a large patch of tender flesh clinging to my penis begin to burst forth, frantically
sucking and squeezing it, making me stumble and my glans slam heavily into the depths of her garden.
"Ah... Jian, don't rush... be gentle..." My sister's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and she
looked at me with pleading eyes.
Although the softest nerve in my heart was touched, it was quickly overwhelmed by an immense sense of conquest. At this moment,
I had control over my sister's pleasure; whether she felt pleasure or pain was entirely at my disposal.
Ignoring my sister's plaintive expression, I began to continue thrusting based on my animal instincts. I finally understood
the true pleasure of men: to make the woman you love give herself completely, and then to make her feel like she was dying of pleasure,
unable to stop !
This was my first time having sex with a woman, and it was my beautiful sister. The intense stimulation drove me crazy! But
I couldn't resist the fast pace, afraid that my lack of experience would cause me to surrender prematurely. I thrust in and out gently,
slowly adapting to the wonderful experience my sister's vagina offered.
With each thrust, I could feel the layers of soft flesh inside her vagina squeezing
and pressing against my glans, the tingling and itchy sensation making me want to
ejaculate .
"Mmm..." My sister breathed softly, her voice weak, but to me it was like heavenly music. Her
breasts rose and fell with her breath, constantly challenging my limits.
My hands gripped them firmly without hesitation, squeezing her full, white breasts until they were round and flat,
her nipples constantly being twisted and pressed. My crotch wasn't idle either, thrusting hard into her wet,
beautiful hole. At this moment, I could play with my sister however I wanted!
"Mmm...oh...ah...mmm..." My sister finally couldn't suppress her moans any longer. Her red lips parted slightly,
her pearly teeth glistening, and
a series of intermittent moans escaped like wisps of smoke. I could see a blush like peach blossoms flowing across her sculpted face, making her look incredibly alluring.
Seeing her like this, I was overjoyed. Had I made my sister feel good? My confidence soared instantly, and I thought about
making her even more comfortable. Our first time making love should be perfect if my sister was satisfied too!
My sister's love juices increased, and my thrusts became smoother. I looked down at
the point where our genitals met. The pubic hair was completely soaked. My sister's two full, pink labia were covering the shaft of my penis.
I noticed that the tiny clitoris above it had turned bright red, looking delicate and alluring.
I freed one hand from my sister's chest and reached down, gently scratching her clitoris with my fingernail
. She moaned softly again, "Mmm... Ahhh..." this time louder, her entire
voluptuous figure trembling slightly.
My sister was so sensitive; no wonder she was so ticklish during playful fights. Her vagina became increasingly wet, making my movements much more enjoyable. I
thrust harder, and watching her furrow her brow and hearing her every
gasp was pure bliss.
She began to fully enjoy the sex I was giving her, her eyes sparkling, her lips vibrant, radiant with allure.
Her two long, shapely legs had unknowingly wrapped around my waist, the tender flesh of
her vagina working in sync with my thrusts, mutually releasing pleasure.
"Hoo..." I exhaled deeply, holding my breath, shifting my focus away from the intense pleasure my penis
was finding .
My sister, being a woman with extensive sexual experience, intensified the strange pleasure she gave me when she got serious, and I
simply couldn't handle it.
I sensed I couldn't last long under the pressure of her exquisite, tender vagina, so I pulled out my penis to change
positions.
As I withdrew my penis from her tight vagina, the pink flesh was exposed,
and a little white, sticky discharge flowed out, a few drops of liquid running down her labia with a soft "pop," like
the sound of a bottle of red wine being opened.
"What are you doing?" My sister had obviously heard me, her face showing unnatural embarrassment and
confusion, as if asking why I had suddenly stopped.
"Sister, turn around, face me with your backside," I said, panting.
"Get lost, what other tricks do you want?" My sister laughed and scolded, a laugh that
seemed quite lewd compared to her usual elegant demeanor.
Her nonchalant attitude infuriated me. I thought, "I'll teach you a lesson!" I grabbed my sister's
two slender yet fleshy thighs and flipped her over.
"Oh my god, no..." my sister cried out with a smile, her movements surprisingly cooperative as I stuck
my buttocks out.
My sister's full, round buttocks were right in front of me, their shape as plump and firm as a
ripe peach! I placed my hands on her smooth, tender buttocks and spread them apart, revealing a
pink slit. The vaginal muscles were pulsating, and the overflowing love juice gathered the pubic hair nearby—
what a lewd sight!
I knelt behind my sister, one hand supporting her perfect round buttocks, the other holding my penis, sliding it down her buttocks
. The head of my penis happened to pass over her pink anus, stimulating her to tremble, before reaching her moist vulva.
This time, without my sister's instruction, I went in with practiced ease. After a few quick thrusts, I smoothly found the right spot and inserted myself
into her vagina. Because of the fullness of her buttocks, from above, it looked as if my penis was being sucked into her snow-white
bottom !
My sister's beautiful buttocks were high and firm, welcoming my thrusts. This primal animal mating position felt incredibly good to me .
As soon as I entered, I felt the vitality inside. The hot, slippery folds of her vaginal walls,
lubricated and released the intruder.
I began to thrust and enjoy the perfect shape of my sister's buttocks. With each thrust
, the tender flesh inside her vagina contracted and expanded. My dark penis moved in and out between her snow-white buttocks, my lower abdomen colliding with her plump, snowy
buttocks wave after wave of dazzling flesh. The visual impact was incredibly strong.
"Slap... slap slap..." The sharp, intense sounds of flesh colliding and
the creaking of the bed echoed one after another, showing how vigorous my movements were. Fortunately, my sister's full buttocks cushioned the
impact , making me feel less tired.
"Ah...no...gently...gently...um...I'm going to die...you stinky Ah Jian...umm...
" My sister's wanton moans were incredibly seductive. Her head was held high, her hair swaying alluringly with her body
, clearly enjoying being penetrated from behind.
I suddenly increased the force, thrusting hard once more. Her tender, juicy honey hole splashed with a "plop,"
and my sister lost her grip on the bed, staggering. Luckily, I managed to grab her back in time, my hands reaching around to her
breasts to prevent her from falling forward.
I vigorously kneaded her two soft, fleshy mounds while thrusting my hips,
bombarding her hot, love-slick hole with relentless attacks.
I was tireless, only wanting to thrust, to thrust into my sister's beautiful hole to my heart's content, even wanting to
give myself completely inside!
"Oh...stop...stop...oh...ah..." My sister let out a high-pitched moan, her reaction
becoming more intense. Her snow-white, pert buttocks swayed and twisted violently, trying to break free from my penis. I didn't know
what was wrong with her, but it was clear I couldn't let her go at this moment.
I thrust violently a few more times, and my sister suddenly stopped twisting erratically as if she had lost all her strength. However, her
lower body convulsed powerfully, her vagina contracting violently as if in spasm, the flesh walls gripping my
penis tightly.
This undoubtedly brought me a strong sense of stimulation. I was already at my limit, but I still gritted my teeth and tried to hold
on a little longer. Then, a warm current gushed out from deep within my sister's flower, hitting my glans!
"Hiss..." I gasped, a tingling, electric-like sensation spreading from my tailbone down my spine.
My penis swelled even more, and I thrust a few more times between the layers of tender flesh, the pleasure
exponentially increasing until I finally couldn't hold on any longer.
"Ah! Sister, I...I'm going to cum!!" I hissed softly, my glans
grinding fiercely against the deepest part of my sister's vagina, not even thinking about whether she would get pregnant.
"Ah, Jian...Jian...ah...oh oh..." My sister kept calling my name, her soft
moans carrying a seductive lewdness that made me want to ravage her even more! Cum inside her!
Under the sucking of my sister's beautiful vaginal muscles, my glans suddenly leaped, my urethral opening contracted, and then released,
spurts of hot liquid carrying an indescribable sin towards my sister's cervix, powerfully spraying
out !
My sister and I collapsed onto the bed, my face pressed against her smooth back, neither of us speaking, only
our breathing remained, quietly enjoying the tenderness after the passion.
My heart was in turmoil, a mixture of excitement and lingering fear. I couldn't believe I'd actually made love with my sister.
Amidst the , I wondered how I would face the future, whether I'd ruined her life…
The intense sex caused our body temperatures to rise sharply. I stared at the glistening beads of sweat slowly seeping from her skin.
Exhaustion gradually crept in, and I dared not fall asleep, fearing I'd wake up to find it was all just a dream.
I felt so happy now, and my sister must feel the same way, but why did her breathing sound so uneasy…?

Epilogue:
Late at night, emotions easily creep in, a bitter feeling welling up
inside, making sleep impossible. I put down my pen, finally turning the most vivid memories into dry, lifeless words,
recording them one by one.
This way, I wouldn't fear that even the deepest memories, etched with the marks of time, would eventually fade into a
shallow mark…
Thinking of the many changes that followed, it felt as if I'd experienced the ups and downs of life, my fragile heart trembling
.
Perhaps this is the cycle of cause and effect.
"It's so late, why aren't you asleep? What are you writing?" A gentle voice softly drifted away my
thoughts.
A warm, yellow light shone from the bedside table. An elegant figure sat on the bed, quietly watching
me, her expression serene.
I looked back at her, and the bitterness in my heart gradually dissipated…
“It’s nothing, just some hazy memories, and I want to hold onto them,” I smiled.
Perhaps those things that aren’t acknowledged are the very form of our happiness.
[The End]

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