My sister who taught me to draw

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During the Cultural Revolution, I was still a teenager. My parents went to a rural cadre school, leaving only my grandmother to raise my younger sister and me.
School wasn't really in session, so we kids just played around all day.
One day I went to my classmate's dormitory yard to play soccer. We were having a lot of fun when, out of nowhere, someone kicked the soccer ball...
The ball flew out at an angle, shattering the window of a two-story house next door. It fell inside, and a loud thud echoed from the room.
He shouted, "Who is it?!"
My teammates scattered like birds and beasts. The football was mine; in those days, it was a luxury. I looked at it, and...
I pricked up my brow to ask for the ball, found the second floor, knocked on the door, and a woman who looked to be around 20 years old opened it. I kept my head down.
She quickly apologized, saying, "Auntie, I'm sorry."
She stared at me for a moment, then said, "Come in."
I went inside.
Upon entering, I saw broken glass scattered on the windowsill, and a ball in the center of the room, covered with sketches and watercolors.
And with the oil painting, I picked up the ball and hurriedly flattered her, "Auntie, you paint so well."
A slight smile appeared on her face, and I quickly added, "Auntie, I actually draw too."
She said, "Really, draw it for me."
So I picked up a pen and started drawing on a piece of white paper. I usually draw from comic books when I have nothing to do in class.
So I drew several characters from the comic book "Romance of the Three Kingdoms".
She examined it for a while and said, "You've captured the form quite well, but you lack basic skills."
As she spoke, she took out a complete set of Romance of the Three Kingdoms comic books.
Ah! In those days, this was a treasure.
I became even more persistent in my sweet talk, asking to borrow her book. She was quite happy, but said I could read it there but couldn't take it away.
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I sat down, picked up the book, and started reading. After a while, I looked up and saw she was drawing me. I stood up to look, and she...
With just a few strokes, she sketched me. I exclaimed sincerely, "Auntie, you draw so well! Please teach me!"
She said, "Stop calling me 'Auntie,' call me 'Sister.' If you're willing to learn, I'll teach you."
Only then did I get a good look at her. She wasn't tall, had short hair, almond-shaped eyes, two dimples, and was dressed in blue.
Clothes and trousers, black cloth shoes.
Later I learned that she was only 19 years old, her parents had gone to a cadre school, her brother had gone to the Great Northern Wilderness, and she was 16.
After graduating from junior high school, I was assigned to work in a cotton mill. I learned to paint from my father since I was a child, and I originally wanted to go to art school, but now...
There was no other way; she worked shifts, so I could read books and learn to paint during the day when she was at home.
From then on, I often went to her place, and sometimes I ate there. Although I was only 13 years old, I already had...
She's almost 1.7 meters tall. Sometimes she asks me to be her model, to draw me, and I draw her too.
One day at noon, she was cooking in the kitchen when I was looking through her artwork and suddenly saw several of her paintings of herself naked.
I stared at the painting, my eyes wide with amazement, and when I heard her voice, I quickly put it away.
I couldn't calm down that afternoon, so I rushed home, closed the door, and her naked body kept flashing before my eyes. I...
Yes, but I don't know what it sprayed. It was white and sticky, but it felt very comfortable when it was sprayed.
The next day, my sister finished her night shift and told me to draw by myself while she took a nap.
I found her nude paintings again and copied them on paper.
Suddenly, I was hit hard on the head. My sister, her face full of anger, tore my copy of the drawing to shreds and cursed...
He said, "You little rascal, you're not learning anything good."
I quickly said, "Sister, you're so beautiful, I want to draw you."
Her expression softened a little, and after thinking for a moment, she said, "Then you should be punished too. Here's what we'll do: take off your clothes and let me..."
painting."
Afraid of upsetting her, I quickly took off my clothes, but hesitated when I was down to my underwear. My sister glared at me, and I had no choice but to...
He took his clothes off too, standing there completely naked, covering his genitals with his hands. My sister laughed, and she posed for me.
Then he drew me with charcoal and showed it to me. I pointed to my genitals and said awkwardly, "This is too ugly."
"
My sister laughed and wiped it into a black blob with her hand.
After that, I became my sister's nude model.
My drawing skills improved rapidly. When I was drawing my sister's portrait, I deliberately made her breasts stand out.
The older sister wasn't angry anymore.
But I often dream of my sister's naked body at night, and then I have nocturnal emissions.
My sister gave me the house key. She works during the day, and I can go to her house to read and draw. At that time...
There weren't many books outside, but my sister's family had what were called the "Four Olds" books from the past, including Tang and Song poetry, as well as "The Song of Youth."
"The Young Guard", "And Quiet Flows the Don", and so on.
I would often kiss my sister's underwear when she wasn't around, especially the ones she hadn't washed after she took them off, and then draw pictures of her underwear based on my imagination.
I often climax while drawing nudes.
The weather is getting hotter and hotter. That day, my sister drew me naked again. I saw that she was wearing a work uniform with the sleeves rolled up almost to the brim.
It reached her shoulders, and it seemed like there was nothing left on her face; her trouser legs were rolled up above her knees.
I mustered my courage and said, "Sis, this isn't fair. You always draw me naked, so I should be the one drawing you naked too."
.
"Go to hell, you little rascal."
She scolded me and poked my forehead with her finger, but she wasn't angry. So I acted spoiled: "Sister, just let me draw."
Just once.
The older sister hesitated for a moment, then slowly unbuttoned her clothes. Ah, she really wasn't wearing anything, just a pair of small but...
Her full, round breasts were exposed, with two small, erect nipples. She also took off her pants, and I asked in surprise:
"Why is your pubic hair curly, while mine is straight?"
"You'll be gay when you grow up."
My sister was a little shy, and I was so flustered that I knelt down and hugged her tightly, burying my head in her chest.
She struggled fiercely, but I held her tightly. Her breathing grew more and more rapid. Finally, she gave up resisting and gently lifted me up.
She put her head on my lips, and I kissed her back, rubbing my body against her breasts. My sister also...
They rubbed against me with their bodies.
I've forgotten how we got into bed, I only remember seeing a bloody mess below her.
My sister gently wiped my genitals with her own underwear, whispering, "Are you tired? It's your sister."
Oh no, my sister is a female hooligan.
I hugged her and silenced her with my lips.
I dozed off for a while, then opened my eyes and saw my sister propping her head up with one arm, looking at me. We were both...
The top was covered with a towel blanket.
I reached under the covers and touched her. Ah! She was still naked. This time she didn't resist, letting my hand touch her.
I stroked her body, my hand lingering on her breasts, slowly caressing them. Seeing her blinking her almond-shaped eyes as she looked at me, I...
I boldly fondled her breasts, and she trembled slightly, but didn't resist. Her hand also grasped my penis.
I grew bolder and reached down, touching thick fur. Further down, I felt the crevice. She slightly…
She parted her legs slightly, letting me caress her. Then, she let out a moan and clamped my hand between her legs. I felt my hand was wet.
I tried to pull away, but my sister squeezed even tighter, so I continued to tease her with my fingers and brought my head close to her breasts.
It latched onto a nipple.
"No, I can't give you any more."
My sister, panting heavily, spoke while tightly gripping my hand, rubbing her legs together, and constantly caressing me.
Its lifeblood.
I took the opportunity to pin her down, and I felt there was nothing more wonderful in the world.
After we finished, we put on our clothes. My sister wouldn't look at me the whole time. We were silent for a while, then she said, "Go back..."
Go home, and don't come back again.
I want to say something, but I don't know how to say it.
Two days later, I couldn't stand it any longer and went to my sister's house. I opened the door with my key, and my sister was standing there.
She suddenly hugged me and kissed me passionately. I hugged her back, kissing her as I unbuttoned her clothes. She did the same.
My buttons.
We moved to the bed, and I pinned my sister down. Her limbs were tightly wrapped around me, and her back was arched.
They got up and scratched bloody marks on my back.
That day, we spent the whole day in bed, skipping lunch. We slept whenever we were tired, and when we woke up, we were intimate.
They were exploring each other's bodies; she had thick underarm hair and a strong body odor, so she wore thick clothes even in summer.
Her clothes, but I thought they smelled the best in the world. Later, when we were intimate, I always liked to snuggle under her armpits, and she...
He laughed and said, "Aren't you afraid the smell will make you faint?"
I said, "I love this flavor."
Back then, condoms were provided by work units and were free. My friends had many, so I used comic books to buy them.
I traded with them, and they asked me what I would use it for. I said I would blow up balloons for fun.
My sister is afraid of making a sound, so she always bites her lip and moans through her nose. Sometimes she bites me; once she bit my arm.
I was bitten on the shoulder, leaving deep teeth marks. When I got home, my grandma saw them and thought I'd been bitten in a fight with other kids.
He received a severe scolding.
From then on, whenever I went to my sister's house, we would first greet each other warmly, then we would read books and draw, and my sister would teach me other subjects.
I'll be intimate with you one last time before I go home.
Sometimes, after we've been intimate, we'll lie naked in bed reading. When I get tired of reading, I'll lean down and kiss her body.
From her chest down to her toes, then upwards, finally stopping between her legs, which she held tightly, I used my nose and...
He arched his lips and breathed hot air into her face until she gave in.
Sometimes, my sister would gently caress my body with her breasts, then bump me with her breasts from side to side.
Its lifeblood.
Once, my sister posed for me to draw, and I saw bright red blood flowing from her lower body, because we had just...
After we finished being intimate, I was terrified: "Sister, I hurt you! You're bleeding!"
My sister blushed, quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe herself, and said, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm in trouble."
From then on, I understood the physiological structure of women.
My older sister is very studious, and she encourages me to study as well. So, although I don't attend classes often, my studies haven't fallen behind.
Wasted.
My older sister works two days of early shift, two days of afternoon shift, and two days of night shift at the cotton mill, with two days off. I work the afternoon shift with her.
I only go to school on the day I finish my first night shift. If she works the early shift, I skip school in the afternoon and stay with her.
I'll wait for her to come home. If she's finishing her second night shift, I'll sneak over to my sister's house around 10 a.m., after she's finished her night shift.
She would go home from work and sleep for a while, but she would always wait for me completely naked. I would quietly climb into her bed and slip under the covers.
My sister, half-asleep, softly responded to me, gradually becoming more awake, until she was aroused, then gentle, and then...
Then we fell asleep in each other's arms.
What I look forward to most is my sister's rest. We spend the whole day at her house without wearing clothes, and my sister never refuses.
We developed a lot of positions, but actually, you don't need to learn them at all. These are the positions in adult films now; back then, we...
Almost everything has been used, and it's on the bed, table, bench, chair, floor, in the bedroom, study, and kitchen.
The bathroom was our battlefield. By the time I got home, I was so exhausted that even climbing the stairs was a struggle. But then...
After a night's sleep, I'm full of energy again.
I get especially excited when she gets her period every month. I don't let my sister wear clothes or pants; I like it.
Watching the blood flow from her lower body, then down her inner thighs from the groin, sometimes especially abundantly...
At that time, the blood could reach my sister's feet, and then my sister would softly ask me if I had seen enough.
If I say no, she'll sigh, sit opposite me with her legs spread, and completely expose her menstrual-blood-soaked genitals.
She exposed herself, saying defiantly, "Look, look, I'll let you see."
But her eyes held a smile.
After a while, my sister would ask me again, "How was it? Have you seen enough?"
I quickly said, "Okay, that's enough for now. I want to watch more later."
My sister would come up and kiss me with a smile, then put on her menstrual belt.
Back then, there were no sanitary napkins like we have now. Women used menstrual pads made of strips of cloth, with long...
A strip of toilet paper, tied around her waist with a belt; when my sister was wearing only a narrow strip of cloth tied between her legs, I...
I was particularly impulsive (this might be where the now-popular thong came from), so my sister knelt down.
Come on, lie between my legs and suck me. I was naughty back then, and I would stick my feet out, and my toes would pull my sister's period fluids out.
He would pull it off, then tease her genitals. At this point, her breathing would often become rapid, and sometimes her whole body would tremble.
Then she sat down with my toes aligned, allowing part of my big toe to enter her body, and I stirred...
When I stuck my toes into her, my sister would often lie on my lap and accuse me of misbehaving.
When I ejaculated, it sprayed all over her face and head. Later, my sister even gave me a blowjob, and I ejaculated on her...
On her chest.
In bed, I pressed my head against my sister's chest, rubbing her breasts. Suddenly, she seemed to be pricked by a needle.
With a startled cry, she shoved me away abruptly. Not knowing what had happened, I quickly sat up to look at my sister, only to see…
The older sister gasped for breath, bent down, and squeezed one of her nipples, squeezing out a large drop of blood.
Seeing that I looked a little lost, my sister laughed and said, "It's okay, you little rascal, your stubble is just prickly."
It went into my sister's nipple.
The stubble was very stiff; sometimes the barbers would accidentally prick their hands. We kids were always like that back then.
My hair was shaved short, with very short stubble. After that, my sister often held my head against her nipples.
She rubbed against me, deliberately trying to prick my hair stubble into her breasts. If it actually went in, she would gasp.
She held my head tightly, letting the stubble of my hair stick to her nipple for a long time, her whole body trembling slightly.
Many years later, I read in a book that there was a type of punishment specifically for female criminals in ancient China.
It involved taking a thick pig bristle and poking the female prisoner's nipple.
My sister and I often went to the Summer Palace to sketch. Back then, the entrance fee was 20 cents, which was a lot for us, as we only had 300 yuan a month.
For my sister, spending over 0 yuan is still quite expensive, because painting requires buying paints, paper, and so on, which is inherently costly.
of.
But with me there, we rode the bike to the north side of the Summer Palace, locked it, and hid it. I had my sister ride it.
My sister climbed onto my shoulders and rode on them. Then I found another tree to climb, jumped over it, and let my sister step on me again.
He leaned down onto my shoulder.
Sometimes we would go to the north of Xizhimen to draw a flour mill. The flour mill was surrounded by farmland, and the flour mill stood tall.
The standing warehouse looks like an ancient European castle.
In the summer, we would ride our bikes along the river behind the Summer Palace, sketching the countryside and mountains as we went.
I drew water and big trees. Back then, you could hardly see anyone. When it got hot, we'd go swimming in the river. I loved diving with my sister.
She moved between her legs like a fish, slipping her hand inside her swimsuit in the water. We were in the fields, in...
Making love in the woods or under the bridge—that furtive, slightly apprehensive feeling had a unique charm. Later, my lower...
The hair really did become curved.
My family had very low expectations of me at the time; they just wanted me to avoid being captured by the workers' militia squad (police).
Back then, no one really cared; maintaining social order relied on worker-military detachments, and the police weren't allowed to beat people, so the militia could.
(Because everyone was afraid of them), they were very happy to see me learning to paint and also studying culture, and they thought I had...
Having acquired a skill, they may not have to go to the countryside in the future.
With the resumption of the college entrance examination, we focused on our studies. At that time, I wanted to apply for art majors with my sister, but my family insisted...
They want me to study engineering, saying that if I master math, physics, and chemistry, I can go anywhere in the world without fear.
We both got into university; my older sister went to the Academy of Arts and Crafts. That year, many master-level artists emerged from various art academies.
The figures, such as Cheng Danqing and Yang Yifei, were all admitted to various art academies across the country after the resumption of the college entrance examination.
After receiving my acceptance letter, during the break before school started, we spent almost every day together. I said, "Wait for me..."
Let's get married after graduation.
But my sister said, "You'll meet a good girl someday."
After we started school, we saw each other less often, and my sister got a boyfriend.
Unable to bear the loneliness, I maintained a relationship with a woman older than me. That woman was convicted of indecent assault.
The police arrested me, and I also received a major demerit from the school.
After graduation, I was assigned to a garment factory, and I had a brief relationship with one of my female mentors. Later, I went abroad.
After studying and returning to China, my sister already had a lovely daughter.

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