Real Incest at Night

The first time was during the summer vacation of my first year of high school. In the summer, we dressed rather revealingly at home. I often wore shorts, and my sister usually wore trousers and a tank top. More often than not, she would just wear underwear while napping. I should say it was her beautiful buttocks that aroused my inappropriate thoughts and triggered my urge to come over. That afternoon, we were at home, watching TV until we got tired and fell asleep. I lay on my side on the floor, and my eyes were fixed on her buttocks again; they were tempting me. Her underwear was deeply embedded in the cleft of her buttocks, revealing her white, fleshy skin. I was sleeping next to her, feeling an overwhelming, sinful urge.

The whole incident began with my hands. I reached out to my own sister… My hands were trembling, I held my breath, my heart was pounding so fast I could hear it. My mind went blank. I gently placed my hand on her buttocks. She didn't wake up. The more excited I became, the bolder I grew. I could really hear my heart pounding. The feeling was indescribable. Even my first time with my girlfriend wasn't like that.

My fingers slowly began to probe inside the side edge of her underwear, cautiously, taking one step and stopping, struggling with my inner conflict. Then, my fingers couldn't resist a mischievous impulse. I gently pulled up the side edge of her underwear, revealing dark pubic hair. My fingers slipped inside, gently touching her vulva. After a while, I became bolder and gently slipped my entire hand inside the top edge of her underwear at her waist, slowly, step by step, past her soft buttocks. I sensed she was awake, but remained silent to avoid embarrassment. I was audacious enough to seduce her, wanting to put my entire hand into her vulva. However, she was pressing down on half of her underwear, preventing my hand from fully penetrating. I tried to force my hand in, but suddenly my sister rolled over and grabbed the back of my hand. Her nails were so sharp, she scratched my hand hard, drawing a gash. I quickly pulled away, blushing and silent. She glared at me and said fiercely, "If you do this again, see how I deal with you!"

Knowing I was in the wrong, I quickly hid in the living room and didn't go back inside for a long time. For the next few days, I observed her and saw nothing unusual. I didn't tell my parents, which reassured me somewhat. Summer vacation was long, and I spent most of my time watching TV or sleeping, so my sister's allure remained.

After the first time, I started to miss that feeling. One afternoon, she was sleeping again, and looking at her plump, white buttocks, I couldn't resist, ignoring my guilt. My penis was painfully hard, so I lay down on the floor next to her. Feeling she was fast asleep, I began to approach her buttocks with my hard penis, getting closer and closer. I kept my lower body upright, keeping my upper body at a distance, and gently pressed my penis against her buttocks. I felt a surge of intense pleasure, my heart pounding. I gently and slowly pressed and rubbed against her, a feeling that still evokes a strange, inexplicable urge. Slowly, sensing she might be waking up, I stopped moving. Seeing that she didn't turn around or make a sound, I became bolder and tried to touch her breasts. My hand went around to her waist and found the hem of her vest. My hand trembled as I searched upwards, finding her bare chest. I gently touched her soft breasts. My hand trembled, a distorted pleasure arising from the struggle between sin and unrestrained lust. I gently grasped her breasts and gently kneaded them. Now that she was awake, I wasn't afraid anymore. I touched her freely, leaning my upper body closer, elbows on the floor, my other hand constantly touching her breasts and pinching her nipples. I knew she was awake. She kept her eyes closed and didn't make a sound, which made me even bolder, as if I had received tacit approval.

I was so excited that I even thought of taking off her pants. When I tried to pull them down, my sister suddenly sat up and pushed my hand away, her face flushed. She didn't scold me, but just said, "Stop messing around, let's watch TV." I instantly plummeted from the peak to the trough. It was so painful. This was the beginning of our incestuous relationship. After that incident, I did this frequently. Whenever it was just the two of us at home, I would try to touch her breasts and genitals, using various methods to arouse her interest. She didn't really resist anymore; at most, she would just push my hand away and continue sleeping, ignoring me. I knew that touching her felt good to her because when I touched her genitals, there was a slippery fluid flowing out.

Gradually, this progressed to the point where even when she wasn't asleep, sitting next to me watching TV or reading, my hand would unconsciously reach over from the side and behind, touching her whenever I wanted. When she couldn't take it anymore, I would simply lift up her vest and touch her. Sometimes I would simply wrap my arms around her waist, forcefully pressing her down beneath me, rolling around together, and freely reaching into her underwear to fondle her. She would hug me, close her eyes, and roll around. Later, I could completely remove her underwear and touch her freely. Further on, I started to excitedly rub my hard penis against her vulva, but I didn't dare to penetrate her. At that point, I didn't feel any guilt; I was just afraid that if something happened to her pregnancy, it would be completely over. It was so childish. So every time, I would rub her buttocks and vulva, ejaculating on her stomach and thighs, sometimes in my hand. We carefully maintained our boundaries, never penetrating. Only once did I touch her so intensely that she couldn't take it anymore. She used her fingers to open her labia, revealing her small red opening, moaning and wanting me to penetrate her, but I didn't dare. I knew when she had her period back then, and I would touch her whenever I had the chance. I was also very familiar with her scent, but I didn't like it.

Summer was our peak season; winter wasn't so convenient. By then, we slept in separate beds, and I slept on a sofa bed in the same room. At night, I would look forward to waiting for my parents to fall asleep; it really felt like having an affair. When my parents were sound asleep, I would sneak onto the bed. I knew she wasn't asleep, so I would hug her from behind and touch her, rolling around under the covers. A few times, I almost gave myself away, but luckily we were very careful, and my parents didn't notice. Once, I was so excited that I rubbed against her buttocks a few times and ejaculated. I didn't even have time to use the tissues I had prepared, and I ended up ejaculating on her thighs. Some semen left stains on the sheets, which made me nervous all night, afraid that my mother would suspect me and recognize me. Fortunately, nothing happened in the end, and I became very careful afterward.

We maintained this kind of relationship until my sister went to study in another city, and later I went to study in Nanjing. Strangely, we broke off our relationship during those years of studying. Even when we came home for holidays, we would naturally talk about our own love lives and comment on each other's boyfriends and girlfriends, but we lost the courage to be intimate with each other. We carefully avoided touching that memory. We had grown up, and at that time, I felt guilty and ashamed about the past, thinking that everything was over, and I tried hard to eliminate the psychological impact of this incident on us. Time passed quickly, and I graduated and went to Shenzhen in 2002. By then, my sister was already working in Shenzhen, and I stayed with her when I first arrived. At that time, she was also living with her boyfriend. Later, I moved to the company dormitory, and everything was very normal. On weekends, I would go to her rented place to watch DVDs, go to Xiaomeisha Beach together, and so on. Everything was normal.

Last year during the Spring Festival, train tickets were scarce and the holiday was short, so neither of us went home. My sister had just broken up with her boyfriend and was single, so it was just the two of us for the holiday. Everything seemed normal until a few days before the festival. She was taking a shower in the bathroom when the gas ran out. Unfortunately, her water heater used gas and was installed inside, so she asked me to bring in a gas cylinder to change it. When I went in, the bathroom was steamy. She was wearing a bath towel, and after struggling to change the gas cylinder, she helped me. The towel accidentally fell halfway down, revealing a pair of full breasts. She pretended nothing was wrong, quickly pulled it back up, and left. Afterwards, my mind went blank, filled with those white breasts, an image that wouldn't go away. The familiar temptation returned, and a sinful impulse surged up again; lust once more challenged my reason.

She slept in the other room that night, and I couldn't fall asleep. A familiar yet unfamiliar body was drawing me in. I felt a little awkward those two days, and she sensed it too. We tried to keep our distance; reason and desire were at war. We spent Chinese New Year with a large group of classmates and friends at a friend's house, and it was quite enjoyable.

On the first night of the new year, the two of us watched TV in the living room until very late. She said she was sleepy and went to her room. She was wearing a tight pink nightgown; her buttocks looked rounder. She looked more mature than before, a mature woman. My heart was pounding, and the sinful impulse returned. Even late at night, I kept the TV on in the living room, my mind filled with thoughts of how to seduce her and make love to her.

The TV was on. I stood in the doorway. My sister was asleep on her side in bed, the light dim. I knew she wasn't asleep. I struggled to go in, but what if she refused? How would I face her then? We weren't little kids anymore. Her full breasts and buttocks were alluring. I made up my mind to go in. I quietly took off my outer pants, leaving only a long pair of tight-fitting underwear. I turned off the TV, but left the living room light on. The bedroom door was half-open, so I could see her body clearly. The light wasn't very bright. I sat down gently, struggling internally. Finally, I reached out and gently placed my hand on her waist. She didn't react. Everything came back to normal. My hand felt guilty, unrestrained, searching, teasing. I gently lifted her blanket and pressed myself tightly against her. My penis was pressing against her genitals. My hand gently rubbed against her through her pajamas. My heart was pounding. I waited to observe her reaction. Suddenly, my sister rolled over and hugged me tightly! The feeling was back!!

We rolled around together, panting heavily. Everything was crazy. I was so excited. All I could think about was that I could finally truly enter my sister's body. I pulled down her pants, caressed her, hugged her, my penis pressing against her. My sister guided it to the entrance with her hand, and as I sank in, a warm, soft feeling enveloped me. We didn't change positions; I was on top of her, thrusting wildly, her nipple in my mouth, listening to her moans. Everything was familiar yet strange. It was only a few minutes of frenzy and madness before I quickly ejaculated, shooting inside her and holding it in tightly. For a long time, we didn't speak, just held each other, feeling a mix of guilt, satisfaction, and a strange sense of shame. Later, she removed my hand, got out of bed, and went to the bathroom to wash up. I lay lazily in bed, wondering how to talk to her later. My sister came in and just told me to take a shower. I showered and came back into the room. My sister said, "Why don't you go sleep in the other room?" I didn't insist and went to the other room to sleep that night.

The next day, we acted as if nothing had happened. During the day, we went out to eat and sing karaoke with our friends as usual. At night, I would turn off the lights, sneak over, and climb into her bed to have sex with her. We did it every night for those few nights, often twice before bed, once when we woke up in the middle of the night, and once when we woke up in the morning. I simply stayed overnight in her room every night. Unlike before, after so many years, we had both dated and had boyfriends/girlfriends, and had a lot of sexual experience, so we were very bold. We tried all sorts of positions, standing, lying down, with the lights on, and with the lights off. However, when I tried to kiss her genitals, she firmly refused and wouldn't give me oral sex, and I didn't bring it up. In the days leading up to my return to work, we would stay in bed during the day, watching DVDs and pornographic films, having sex whenever we felt like it. It was very crazy. The New Year passed like this. After my girlfriend returned from her hometown, we had fewer opportunities to do it secretly. My girlfriend kept a close eye on me and clung to me all the time. But whenever I had the chance, I would go to my sister's house. As long as it was just the two of us at home, I would make love to her. Sometimes when I went there, she would be busy in the kitchen, and I would hug her from behind and have a passionate encounter. My girlfriend just thought I was at my sister's house and didn't think about these things. We did this secretly for a long time. In August, my sister got a new boyfriend, and soon the two of them moved in together. Since she got a boyfriend, I had fewer opportunities and I went to see her less often. A few times, she was not very willing and asked me to stop this abnormal thing.

Because I have a girlfriend, I have a sexual relationship, and I felt guilty towards her. I was also afraid of being exposed, and I felt guilty and ashamed. Gradually, these feelings lessened. After my sister got engaged to her boyfriend from Fujian this March, I never had sex with her again. We tried hard to forget about it. As the person involved in incest, I don't know if what we did was sinful or justifiable. I know I am so different from others because of this unspeakable incest. The above is my experience and feelings over the years. I'm just sharing this honestly with young friends. I think it's best to avoid such shameful things. The psychological pressure and guilt that come with it will inevitably erupt one day. Let this be a warning.

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