A short story about a secret between a sister and her older sister

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My name is Chen Dong, I'm from Northeast China, and I'm in my thirties. In these thirty-odd years, I've been with several women and slept with several women. But I have a secret in my heart, a secret I've always kept hidden. I've never told anyone about this secret, nor have I written anything similar elsewhere. Today, I'm going to share this secret with you.
I have two children. I'm the younger one, and I have an older sister who is three years older than me and is already married. What I'm going to talk about today is a story from the past between my brother and me. I still remember this incident vividly. It was when I was 19 years old, in junior high school. My older sister, Chen Juan, was already in high school and living at school. She would come home once a week and stay for two days and one night. I looked forward to her coming home. Maybe it was because I had always been very attached to her since I was little. I would look forward to Saturday mornings every week because my sister would come home on Saturday mornings... My sister was already very tall back then, about the same as she is now, around 165 cm. She was very fair-skinned, had great skin, and was well-developed with large breasts. I heard from my classmates that my sister already had a boyfriend at school. I didn't believe it at all. "I still love my sister very much. How could she have a boyfriend?" I thought to myself
that I really didn't want my sister to have a boyfriend. Since I was little, my sister had always doted on me and spoiled me. I had developed a habit of relying on my sister since I was little. Now that I think about it, I realize that subconsciously, I considered my sister my woman, but I didn't realize it at the time. From when I was seventeen or eighteen, I started secretly watching my older sister. I watched her wash her hair because I could see her white breasts and nipples through her neckline. I watched her go to the toilet, change her sanitary napkins, change her bra, and even wash her bottom in a basin at night (I was too young to know what she was washing in the basin, so I just assumed she was washing her bottom). Of course, all of this was done secretly. My sister didn't know that
we lived in a single-story house at the time, the kind where the kitchen was right inside the house, and there was a separate bedroom to the east where my parents lived. My sister and I lived in two rooms to the west. In the two bedrooms, I slept in the one closest to the door, and my sister slept in the one inside. Whenever my sister wanted to go to her room, she had to pass through my room, which made it convenient for me to spy on her. Back then,
the bungalows didn't have bathrooms or bathhouses. To wash your hair, you would boil water, mix it with cold water, and take it back to your room to wash it on a stool. The first thing my sister did when she came back every week was to wash her hair, which was something I really enjoyed, hehe... Every time my sister washed her hair, I would diligently boil water, mix it with cold water, and help her hold her clothes... My sister was always very happy because even though I was eighteen or nineteen years old, I could still help her wash her hair. I said, "So what? Even if I'm eighty, you're still my sister, aren't you?" Actually, I knew the real reason best… My sister's hair was very long, down to her waist, so washing it took her a long time. I was beside her, holding her clothes to keep them dry. I pulled them down a bit; actually, this angle was perfect—45 degrees from above, allowing me a clear view of her large breasts through her neckline.
She was washing her hair especially carefully today, so I spent more time beside her than usual. She had her head down, her hands clutching her hair, and I was staring straight down at her beautiful, snow-white neck and below. "Jing... Ah... I see my sister's breasts seem a bit bigger than before, so tempting! Those two big, white breasts sway back and forth as she grabs her hair, just like a pair of cow's udders, so big and so droopy. Because she's bending over like that, her breasts are practically drooping down, it's just so alluring. The cutest thing is those two nipples on her big breasts, like red cherries. There's a saying... 'Like a touch of red in the Central Plains'... Yes, that's it, so apt. I'm practically drooling..." Dongdong, pull your clothes up a bit more, my clothes seem wet. "Oh, okay, hurry up and wash them, my arms are getting tired..." Although I said that, I was actually thinking, "Let me wait a little longer, I'm really enjoying this, hehe." "Okay, almost done, you use one hand to pull my clothes, and the other hand to scoop water and help me wash them." "Okay," I said, picking up the ladle and slowly pouring water over my sister's head. As I poured the water, I kept my eyes glued to her chest. The swaying made me dizzy. I thought to myself, "
Oh dear, I've wet my clothes! Dongdong, how did you pour that water? Look at you, you've soaked my clothes, I can't see anything now." "Sorry, sorry, I didn't see anything." "I really didn't see anything, because I was looking at your big breasts... hahaha," I thought to myself. After
washing my hair and eating, I chatted with my sister and watched TV. Soon it was evening. After dinner, our family would watch TV together. After a while, I said, "You guys watch, I'm going to sleep." "Actually, I don't want to go to bed so early. I have my own plans... I know my sister has something she does every week: wash her bottom. Even though she washes it in her room, and I can't see her, I did something else today. This afternoon, when the family wasn't looking, I put a pornographic book I borrowed from a classmate, along with two sleeping pills, on my sister's bookshelf. I know that after washing her bottom, she always lies in bed and reads for a while before going to sleep. And I put the book on her bookshelf after careful consideration. First, Mom and Dad usually don't go into my sister's room, and even if they do, they never read (after all, their education level is limited). Even if they do read..." I would never read my sister's books, because they couldn't even understand mine. Secondly, my sister dotes on me and spoils me; even when she's angry, she won't tell Mom and Dad. Thirdly, I could gauge my sister's attitude. If she had a boyfriend and had sexual experience, then she wasn't a virgin, and I could continue my scheme.
Next, my scheme began. I had already ground the sleeping pills into powder, and I also prepared a bottle of water. First, I poured the sleeping pills into the water, shook it, and placed it near my sister's pillow, in a not-so-obvious place. Then, I waited—yes, I waited… I lay on the kang (heated brick bed), tossing and turning, unable to sleep. "Why isn't my sister coming yet?" I was getting increasingly anxious; time seemed to be passing by… The slower she poured, the more anxious I became. Then I heard my sister pouring water. I knew she was about to wash her bottom. I felt both excited and nervous… I immediately closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Since the lights were off in my room, my sister couldn't see me even with my eyes half-closed. I strained my ears, observing her every move… After pouring the water, she carefully and slowly pushed open my room door, carrying the water, and tiptoed through. I knew she was afraid of waking me. I saw her go back into her own room, slowly close the door, and turn on the light. Then I heard the sound of unbuckling her belt, the sound of taking off clothes, and then the sound of water… I knew my sister was washing her bottom. I quietly got up… I slowly walked towards her door, then lay down on the floor, peering through the crack in the door. The crack was so small I couldn't see anything. I was terrified. I pressed my ear against the door, listening intently. My heart was pounding. Then the water stopped. I knew my sister was done washing. I quickly turned around, jumped onto the kang (heated brick bed), and pretended to be asleep. Just then, my sister's door slowly opened. She was carrying the basin of water for washing her bottom. She walked out, stopped near my pillow, glanced at me, and I quickly closed my eyes. I knew she couldn't see me; it was probably just her first reaction. She'd finished pouring the water and gone back to her room. Now it was my turn to plot. "Will my sister see the book? What if she doesn't? What if she doesn't see the water? What if she's angry with me? What if she tells Mom and Dad?" Many possibilities flashed through my mind. Then I heard the sound of my sister turning pages. "I wonder if it's my book?" "Just as I was going through all the possible scenarios, I suddenly heard my sister get off the kang (a heated brick bed). She then gently opened the door to her room and tiptoed towards me."
"What's my sister doing?" I asked myself. My sister stopped above my head, slowly lowering her head to my ear. I heard her breathing—rapid, soft. I knew she was suppressing her gasps… She pressed her lips to my ear, inhaling deeply, her breath coming in rapid gasps… Slowly, she kissed me, kissing me from my ear to my eyes, to my nose, to my mouth… She didn't miss a single spot.
I closed my eyes, continuing to savor her kisses. I never expected any of this. I just wanted to see her attitude, to see if, as they said, she had a boyfriend at school. If she did, I'd give her sleeping pills, then go to her room and have my way with her, maybe even have sex with her. But none of this was planned. If she didn't take the sleeping pills, I couldn't do anything. But I never imagined she'd come to my room and kiss me… "Whatever, I'll just have to see what she's up to." "I thought to myself, my sister probably felt too high up on the ground, so she slowly climbed onto the kang (heated brick bed). I watched as she slowly unbuttoned my pajamas, one button at a time. After she finished, she reached for my chest and touched me. She gently flicked my small nipples with her fingers. I felt an itch like I was being scratched by a cat, but I had to control myself… I couldn't move… Then, my sister undressed. The room was dark, but by the moonlight, I could still see her large breasts, so white and alluring… She slowly leaned down, her hands gently encircling my waist, pressing her breasts tightly against my chest. I felt them—so soft, so smooth, so exciting…" My sister lowered her head to my chest again, using her… My little mouth was holding my nipple, and I was startled. I moved slightly, and this movement startled my sister too. She froze, too afraid to move. I knew I had frightened her, so I immediately pretended to be dreaming, stretched out my arm, and slowly pretended to fall asleep again. After about three minutes, when my sister was sure I hadn't woken up, she slowly kissed my nipple again. This time I absolutely couldn't move, even if I was excited, I had to hold on. My
sister kissed both of my nipples with relish. Now she wasn't satisfied with my upper body anymore; her hand slowly reached into my pants… I was wearing pajama pants on the outside and underwear on the inside, I've always worn them like this, so my penis was already hard, but because I was wearing two layers, it wasn't very obvious from the outside. But my sister… Her little hand slipped inside my pants, and the moment it touched my penis—through my underwear—she started rubbing and kneading it… I almost cried out, but a voice inside me kept telling me, "Hold on, don't make a sound. What will happen if you do?"
My sister felt this wasn't very satisfying, so she slowly pulled my pants down. Actually, the back of my pants was tucked under my buttocks, so it wasn't easy to pull them down. She didn't dare use too much force. With great effort, she finally managed to pull my pants down to above my knees. I saw her staring at my underwear. I think she was surprised to see such a bulge in my crotch. Then she grabbed the elastic band of my underwear from both sides of my buttocks and pulled it down. Looking back, I think she was probably just too nervous. Actually, if you pay a little attention, you'll know I wasn't really asleep. Maybe I was just blinded by desire. Whether that's true or not, I don't know… The moment she pulled down my underwear, my penis jumped up in front of her, trembling and bouncing… My sister gently poked it with one finger, touched it a few times, and in just a few moments, she was completely captivated by my penis. She touched it, rubbed it, and stroked it, while also kissing my nipples. After kissing my nipples, she suddenly shoved her breasts into my mouth, her body writhing… She wanted her nipples to rub against my mouth, and I could clearly feel them slowly hardening… Her breathing became rapid and heavy… She pinched her own nipples with her fingers, and her other hand stopped touching me and started working on her own… She was gripping between my legs… I stared at my sister for about five minutes. At first, it was a slow, gentle rhythm, but then, she suddenly covered her mouth with the hand that was pinching my nipple, and her other hand trembled rapidly… Slowly, she stopped moving. She caught her breath for a moment, then slowly pulled up my underwear, put on my pants, and finally buttoned my shirt… She patted the blankets, slowly got off the bed, opened her door, and went inside.
I still remember how I felt then—helpless, excited, nervous, and frustrated, a mix of emotions. Even now, I can't understand why she stopped. Did reason finally prevail over impulse? This question has always bothered me. Perhaps only my sister knows the answer.
Just as I was feeling helpless and disappointed, I heard… "The sound of my sister and water..." Haha, this moment has finally arrived! I forgot all my earlier frustration and waited anxiously, waiting for the moment my sister fell asleep, waiting for the moment when my sister would belong to me... I waited and hoped, and then I saw my sister turn off the light in her room. I knew she was sleepy, and the sleeping pills were starting to take effect... Time always seemed to pass so slowly. I counted the seconds, and it felt like each second was a year. After a while, I heard no sound from my sister's room, so I tiptoed to open her door and went inside. I was still a little nervous and gently pushed my sister a few times. "Sister... Sister..." There was no response. I became even more excited. I closed the door and didn't turn on the light, afraid that my parents would see the light in my room... I climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed). I knew my sister had taken the sleeping pills and would definitely not... Waking up emboldened me,
I unbuttoned my sister's clothes, then helped her up and pulled down her pants and underwear. Looking at her naked body on the kang (heated brick bed) through the moonlight, I was incredibly excited, especially with all the buttons undone, though her clothes weren't completely off, her pants and underwear pulled down to her knees… What man wouldn't be excited by such a sight?
I stripped off all my own clothes and lay on top of my sister's large breasts, kissing them passionately. I bit, kissed, licked, and pecked at her breasts… using every bit of oral skill I knew on her breasts, because they were so beautiful, so soft, so smooth, so sweet. I greedily sucked, pecked, and licked… I thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of my mouth on my sister's breasts. I really enjoyed the feeling of my tongue tracing across her nipple. My sister's nipple quickly hardened under the teasing of my tongue, and I took the entire nipple into my mouth, sucking on it… Slowly, I kissed my way down, from her lower abdomen to between her legs, stopping at her pubic area. My dad opened her vagina, trying to find that lustful little bean—her clitoris. My sister's pubic hair was beautiful, not sparse, but long, and her clitoris was hidden beneath that lustful pubic hair. I sucked on it, teasing it with my tongue. I slowly spread her thighs; I wanted that place I had always dreamed of. Spreading her legs, I brought my lips close. The moment my tongue touched her labia, a sticky, lustful fluid flowed out. I knew it now; while I was pretending to be asleep, my sister had masturbated beside me. I remembered…
I didn't care about anything else, my tongue deftly licked up all the juices flowing from her... It tasted a little salty, a little sweet, and a little sour. I don't know how to describe it, but in short, it wasn't bad. The more I licked, the more juices flowed from my sister, and the wider her vulva opened. I could even see her clitoris and the little hole, which looked like a small mouth, opening and closing, its edges still glistening. I sucked on her labia again and again, watching the juices flow out continuously. I couldn't hold back any longer. I lifted her legs, gripped my penis, and thrust it all the way in. With a "plop," my entire penis went in... I was excited, thrilled, but I couldn't move too much. I was still afraid of my sister... I woke up, afraid of making too much noise and waking my mom and dad... I slowly inserted myself into my sister's vagina. It felt like floating. Her vagina was slippery. Because she had taken sleeping pills, she had no expression, no sound, and her vagina didn't move. I thought the drugs were probably too strong. Anyway, I was the only one thrusting... After a while, my back was covered in sweat, and I was a little tired. I sped up... Ahhh... At the crucial moment, I quickly pulled my penis out, and finally, I spilled the semen onto my hands. I even masturbated a few times... I panted, wiped the semen off my hands, cleaned myself up, then pulled up my sister's panties and put on her pants. Okay, I buttoned up my clothes, checked them carefully to make sure everything was alright, and then got off the bed. Just as I got off, I remembered the bottle of water… I quickly took the water away and replaced it with another bottle. Everything was done. I checked everything again, every single detail, and finally left feeling reassured.
The next morning, I woke up, and I remember my sister waking me. I opened my eyes and saw her face was flushed. I didn't ask anything. I don't know if my sister knew that I had sex with her last time, even though I didn't ejaculate inside. I don't know what my sister was thinking. Anyway, she didn't mention it, and I never asked again. In short, I don't care whether she knew about my last time with her, but the fact that she touched me, kissed me, and licked me at the beginning—she knew… Dao... Although this matter is over, even now, I still feel that my sister's feelings for me aren't the kind a sister has for her brother... In short, having such a sister, and the things I did with her, I have no regrets
in this life. When we were both children, that relationship happened. Maybe it was accidental, maybe it was a coincidence, maybe it was destiny, maybe it was a promise for the next life, maybe... There are no maybes at all... That's how it is. We were all young, we were all flamboyant, we were all passionate, we were all... We were all confused, we all admitted our mistakes, we were all unconvinced, we all had regrets, we all made mistakes... But so what? At least we were all heroes in our own right! We were willing to be someone's passerby.

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