My sisters and I

Why is this happening? Why is it so painfully swollen? Watching my older sister bend down to put on her shoes, her long, shapely legs stretched out beneath her red, tight-fitting skirt, the soft sheen of her flesh-colored stockings, and her white high-heeled sandals with black soles further accentuated her sexiness. The rounded curves of her buttocks, accentuated by her bent-over posture, revealed the lines of her underwear, and her long hair slowly slid down her shoulders. Holding my throbbing penis, this was the first time I'd ever felt an erection, and the object of that feeling was my own sister. After my older sister left, the excitement inside me lingered, an innate male response I'd never experienced before—a long-dormant sexual desire, unexpectedly awakened this morning. Lost in my reverie, my second older sister, a recent college graduate, knocked on my door and said, "Time to get up, sleeping so late on the first day of summer vacation." I remained silent inside. I overheard my second sister muttering to herself, "I'm going to look for a job, I'm not going to worry about you anymore." Shortly after she finished speaking, driven by my earlier passion, I wondered, "I wonder if my second sister is wearing a skirt too?" My curiosity about women's bodies was growing, so I opened the door a crack and peeked out. I saw my second sister with her back to me, bending over to put on her shoes. Her white pants were pressed tightly against her buttocks, and the lines of her underwear were clearly visible. My excitement intensified, and my groin throbbed with pain. After my second sister left, I felt a warm, slippery liquid flowing from the tip of my engorged penis. I thought it was urine, so I quickly ran to the bathroom, pulled down my pants, and aimed my penis at the toilet. I waited for a long time, but no urine came out. Only the glans was shiny and smooth, and a small amount of clear liquid flowed from the urethral opening. At that time, I didn't know it was semen; I just thought it was a small amount of urine. I wiped myself with toilet paper and hurried back to my room. As I passed the kitchen, I saw my mother's back as she prepared breakfast. My eyes lit up. She wore a pure white, slightly transparent, off-the-shoulder bodysuit. The morning sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating her body and revealing glimpses of her white underwear, yet her slender figure was still undeniable. I was used to seeing this, but today was different. My older sister had awakened my curiosity and desire for women's bodies. So, my mother before me was simply an incredibly sexy woman. To get a better look at her body, I went into the kitchen, staring intently at her back. Suddenly, she said, "Get up, go wash your face and get ready for breakfast." I jumped in surprise, sheepishly replying with an "Oh," and quickly left as if caught doing something wrong, heading towards the bathroom. I heard my mother nagging behind me: "Your older sisters rushed out without eating breakfast. I should have just made something quicker." She splashed cool water on me to wake me. Facing the bathroom mirror, I looked at my face and thought, "What's wrong with me? They're my family!" I splashed more water on my face and thought again, "What's wrong with me? How could I have such thoughts about my own family?" I shook my head violently, trying to forget what happened this morning, but such a shock couldn't be forgotten in a moment of clarity, especially the feeling of my erection. Although it hurt a little, it had a uniquely pleasurable sensation, and I just wanted it again. I walked out of the bathroom and towards the kitchen, thinking, "Just one more peek." I told myself this, unaware that "just one more time" had already led countless people into the abyss of sin. Returning to the kitchen, I found my mother gone. Lost in thought, I added some porridge. Suddenly, I remembered she might have gone to change clothes. I felt an urge to peek, but I didn't dare. Just as my mind was in turmoil, my mother, dressed in her work clothes, came into the kitchen. I glanced up at my mother. She was wearing a pink suit, the collar of her white shirt peeking out from under the collar, a knee-length pencil skirt, and long legs encased in sheer white stockings. She walked slowly towards the dining table, pulled out a chair with her left hand, and sat down. My mother noticed me staring at her and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" I quickly looked away, stammering, "No...nothing." I guiltily ate a few mouthfuls of porridge. My mother asked again, "Didn't you want to work at my shop? I can teach you since I'm free today." I really wanted to go; after all, that phone shop would be mine someday. But right now, I had no interest in learning; my mind was filled with images of my mother and sister that morning. Lost in my fantasies, my mother suddenly said loudly, "Are you even listening to me?" I was startled, my chopsticks slipped from my hand and fell to the ground. I hurriedly bent down to pick them up. I had just peeked under the dining table when my eyes fell upon my mother's beautiful legs, crossed. Her already flawless skin looked even smoother through the sheer white stockings. My gaze shifted to the triangle where her legs met her skirt; though the light was dim, I could vaguely see a more intimate area. Just as I was about to get a better look, my mother lowered her legs, and in that fleeting moment, I saw her white panties through the stockings more clearly. I don't know what my mother said, or that she had gotten up and left. I just stood there, frozen in place, the image of her lowering her legs still vivid in my mind. I don't know how much time passed before the phone rang, pulling me back to reality. I picked up my chopsticks and went to the living room to answer the phone, only to find that my mother had already left. I answered the phone with a "Hello," and a clear female voice said, "I'm looking for Chen Peiyi." Knowing it was my second sister's best friend from university, Fang Jiaqi, I replied, "She's out." Fang Jiaqi complained, "Ugh, I made plans with her." Then she asked, "Did she say where she was going?" I replied, "She said she was looking for a job." Fang Jiaqi persisted, "Could you tell me her phone number?" I said helplessly, "Aren't you two very close? How come you don't even have my sister's phone number?" Fang Jiaqi said coquettishly, "Oh dear, I accidentally lost it." I chuckled and said, "Hey, I don't know either." I heard Fang Jiaqi's disappointed "Oh!" again on the other end of the line, followed by a moment of silence, then she said, "Could you deliver something for me?" I was a little reluctant and replied, "Ah, where do you want it delivered to?" She said, "To our school." I said, "Didn't you already graduate?" She pleaded, "Please, please, please." Finally, I couldn't persuade her otherwise and had to agree. It turned out she couldn't graduate because she hadn't completed her required credits, so she had to make them up during the summer break. Her older sister had promised to borrow her notes from school today, but she'd forgotten, so I, her younger brother, had to do it for her. After dropping her off at school, I found her classroom, but it was just after class. I asked her classmates and found out she wasn't in the classroom. I thought I could just hand over the notes, but I wasn't sure, so I asked a girl, "Where did Fang Jiaqi go?" I wanted to get it over with quickly and go home. The girl said, "She went to the restroom," pointing to the end of the corridor. I said, "Then I'll wait for her there." I turned and walked towards the end of the corridor. At the end was a right-turn passage; after turning the corner, I reached the restroom entrance after a few steps. I waited for a while but didn't see my friend come out. Just as I was wondering what was going on, I suddenly heard Fang Jiaqi's voice coming from inside the restroom: "...Ah...so good...ah...ah...uh...uh...ah...hiss...oh...hiss..." Even I, in my naiveté, knew what was happening inside. I hesitated for a moment, then walked towards the sound. Chapter Two: Five Fingers in Worship I tiptoed towards the four stalls, finding the first three only slightly ajar, the last one locked from the inside. I really wanted to peep, but I was afraid of being discovered. I thought to myself, "What if my sister finds out?" But then I heard Fang Jiaqi's moans, and my hesitation vanished. A wicked thought crossed my mind, and without thinking, I entered the third stall. The moment my feet touched the toilet, I heard my own heart pounding wildly, and my penis slowly hardened from the stimulation of peeping. I stretched my neck as far as possible, standing on tiptoe to peer into the next stall. Fang Jiaqi was lying face down on the water tank, her upper body disheveled, her lower body half-naked, her buttocks raised high, her legs spread apart on the ground. A pair of thick, hairy black hands gripped her slender waist, and a thick, hairy black penis was moving in and out of the indentation of her beautiful M-shaped buttocks, making a "slap, slap" sound with each movement. Each time it came out, it brought out a slightly transparent white liquid. I blushed, my heart raced, and my pants were stretched uncomfortably by the engorged penis. I could hear Fang Jiaqi moaning, "Ah... ah... um... ah... ah... ah..." The moans grew louder and louder. The burly man behind Fang Jiaqi swayed his hips faster, his breathing quickened, and drops of sweat dripped onto Fang Jiaqi's bronze skin. Fang Jiaqi turned her right hand and gripped the man's right hand tightly, crying out, "...Faster...faster...give it to me, give it to me...shoot inside...I want it..." Hearing his lover's urging, the man moved even faster and more frequently. After only a few thrusts, the man thrust forcefully towards Fang Jiaqi's crotch, then his whole body convulsed a few times, letting out a long "whoosh," and his upper body collapsed onto Fang Jiaqi. Fang Jiaqi, seemingly still unsatisfied, continued to slowly sway her hips, her right middle finger lightly tracing the area around her lips, occasionally teasing them with her tongue. I had never seen such a lewd scene. As the man thrust, my engorged member seemed to tremble in response, yearning to enter something, a vague, almost imperceptible sensation...I realized that my right hand involuntarily reached into my pants and gripped my penis tightly. The feeling intensified, and I kept thinking, "I want it too, I want it too." My right hand began to move unconsciously. Waves of tingling sensation spread from my groin to my whole body. Each twitch relieved the emptiness in my heart, but it also intensified my lust, trapping me deeper into the snare of lust. I sat on the toilet, my right hand clumsily stroking my penis up and down, unaware that this was what people called "masturbation." At that moment, I only felt relief from the movement of my penis, and I couldn't help but moan softly. Just as I was indulging in my lust, I was unaware that I had disturbed the two people in the next stall, and even less aware that four eyes were watching my first movements. After a few movements, I felt a numbness in my feet, and a thick stream of semen slowly flowed from my penis. I felt an instant sense of relief, but along with that relief came a touch of fear. I wasn't sure if this was normal, so I quickly squeezed it into the toilet, letting it drain away with the rushing water. I wiped my hands on the wall. Feeling guilty, I listened to the sounds outside, wondering if the two people in the next stall had left. After a while, when there was no further movement, I quietly slipped out of the restroom, turned into the hallway, and walked with a troubled mind to the back door of Fang Jiaqi's classroom. I found that they had already started class. Just as I was wondering what to do, Fang Jiaqi turned around and saw me, a strange smile on her face. Because I had just spied on her, I didn't dare meet her gaze and kept my head down, staring at the ground. Not long after, Fang Jiaqi came out and said to me, "Thank you for bringing it to me." I handed her my sister's notes, feeling guilty, and said, "No...it's nothing." Fang Jiaqi patted my shoulder, smiled, and said, "That's normal, don't worry about it." After saying that, she giggled and turned to walk into the classroom. I was still a little confused, but I felt something was off. Just as she returned to her seat, she turned back and smiled at me, raised her right hand, made a circle with her five fingers, and moved it up and down a few times as if she were holding something. I immediately felt my face turn red, thinking that she knew what I was doing in the next room. Then I saw her stick out her tongue and lightly lick the top of her right hand, and when she pulled her tongue back, she even lightly licked her upper lip, making a delicious expression. Embarrassed, I turned and left, worried she would tell my sister. Images of them having sex in the bathroom flashed through my mind, then shifted to me holding a penis, then to my mother and sisters' morning eroticism. I shook my head hard, trying to clear my head, and quickened my pace away from my sister's school. I was filled with regret for what I had seen and done in the bathroom, and I began to blame myself. Just as I was about to leave the school gate, I saw my second sister waving at me from across the street. I didn't dare face her, but I couldn't ignore her either, so I stood there, watching her slender figure cross the street. My second sister walked up to me, smiling, and said, "You brought this for me!" I didn't dare look directly at her, and answered with a soft "Mmm" while keeping my head down. What I saw was her toes peeking out from under her beige trousers, the straps of her white low-heeled sandals crisscrossing on her jade-like instep. For some reason, this made me particularly aroused. My already-excited penis, thanks to my youthful strength, stood erect again, leaving me momentarily at a loss. My second sister, however, didn't notice my thoughts and happily hooked her arm around mine, saying, "Second sister will treat you to dinner." My mind wasn't on that; I was only feeling the friction between my elbow and her breasts, and the throbbing in my groin intensified. I thought, "So this is how soft and elastic a woman's breasts are!" Seeing that I didn't look happy, my second sister said, "What's wrong? Not happy? Second sister found a job!" I snapped back to reality and pretended to be happy, saying, "Oh, okay!" My second sister then happily said, "Come on, I'll give you a ride." She pulled me across the street to where she parked her motorcycle. After we finished lunch and returned home, I looked at the clock on the wall and realized it was already 2:30. My second sister muttered to herself as she walked towards her room, "After being exposed to the sandstorm outside all day, I need a shower to feel better." I returned to my room with a heavy heart. Everything I had seen, done, and touched that day was still on my mind. My second sister's last words as she entered the room kept echoing in my ears. My impulse surged with the sound of her entering the bathroom, and a thought popped into my head: "I really want to see."

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