Sister's lover (2)

(7

Now that I know my sister's feelings for me, how can I let her know my own feelings?

For the next few days, I faced the biggest dilemma of my life. I desperately wanted to confess my feelings to her, yet I feared that a sudden confession would stir up trouble and cause her to flee in panic. Everything required preparation, but where was the limit of that preparation? Was I destined to suffer like this day after day?

The distress was bearable, but the worst part was facing the person I loved every day, knowing she loved me and I loved her, yet unable to take things further. The desire I deliberately suppressed was like a time bomb bound to my body, destined to explode, disintegrate, and shatter one day.

My physical form is human...) My heart slowly transformed into a beast.

My sister started blushing more easily! An ambiguous atmosphere formed between us. She still cooked a lavish dinner of four dishes and a soup every day, while I came home more punctually each day. After dinner, my sister would take a shower as usual, then curl up on the sofa to watch TV, while I spent less time reading and became more interested in watching her.

The beast forming within me gradually compelled me to commit shameful acts.

I started showering right after my sister, then, wearing only tight briefs and a t-shirt, I would move around in front of her, sometimes sitting opposite her and staring at her, sometimes pressing my thighs tightly against her pink legs.

I was seducing... My sister is seducing me, and she's seducing me in return. Before, I wouldn't have dared to think much of her attire; it was considered casual. Now, knowing she loves me deeply, I see her as a young woman, and her alluring figure, half-revealed in her spring dress, her delicate body exuding a subtle fragrance, is surely tempting me.

A predatory beast lurks within us, forcing us to walk a tightrope; one wrong step, and we're both destroyed!

Looking at my sister through the eyes of a woman, she is beautiful! Beautiful enough to make one's blood boil, beautiful enough to make one's heart pound. Even sitting before her, I can see her glistening shoulders and full, rounded breasts beneath her thin-strapped nightgown—only half, yet so pink and captivating. That soft… The soft fabric, if not handled carefully, would reveal her nipples, like ripe dates, almost spilling out.

My sister, however, preferred to watch TV with her legs tucked in, knees drawn up to her chest. She must have done it on purpose; no matter how much she pulled her knee-length skirt, it couldn't conceal her alluring figure. Although she wore underwear, the fabric

was so thin and tight around her crotch that it only accentuated her narrow vulva, making it even more obscene. My sister couldn't be unaware of my reaction. Every time she saw the beautiful cleavage outlined by that narrow mound of flesh, my underwear would bulge, like a swollen sausage suddenly appearing between my legs, attracting attention. And yet, she could still talk to me, speaking slowly and deliberately with a flushed face.

I always gave in and retreated to my room, using my hands... I finally couldn't hold back any longer.

A burning lust consumed my reason, a ferocious beast tore at my soul. I turned and embraced my sister, my chest pressing against her soft breasts, my penis nestled in her deep cleavage.

I gasped for breath, her fiery body throbbing. She paused in my arms for a moment, then softly asked, "Brother! What's wrong?" Caught off guard, I blurted out, "Sister smells so good! So beautiful!" and fled back to my room.

I knew my sister was waiting for me to confront her! If I saw her as a woman, then a man should take the initiative, no longer letting my sister dictate everything, as for their uncertain future... And the societal condemnation and guilt regarding incest should be borne by me. If I run away, she will still be my sister.

I won't shirk my responsibilities as a man. I deeply love my sister and want to offer her gentle yet strong support; I just wasn't ready yet.

In the days that followed, I avoided my sister. Sometimes I was busy in the research lab until the wee hours, and sometimes I would exchange a few words with her before quickly retreating to my room.

My sister knew my inner conflict, because her inner struggle was no less than mine. She still spoke to me with concern whenever she saw me, her tone as usual, but her worried expression was subtly visible. I knew she considered this dilemma as... This trial of our love served as a preventative measure against future hardships.

Love began to blossom in childhood, but only blossomed in adulthood. Its authenticity is beyond question; it fills our hearts. Yet, its reality can only be judged by a simple binary: in reality, it's a flourishing, lifelong commitment; in illusion, it's a fleeting dream, forever buried in our hearts.

For us, this was a choice without failure. No matter how deep the pit, it's up to me whether to jump in!

I know the biggest obstacle before us is the conflict and disintegration of family relationships caused by our sibling relationship—the obstacles from elders, the condemnation of public opinion, and the genetic implications for offspring. It's abnormal. It's a well-established fact, both in terms of cases and medical evidence, that consanguineous marriage easily results in children with intellectual disabilities. Everyone will use this as a reason to criticize and scorn me.

But I love my sister! Without her, I might never have wanted to marry, and how would I have children? Besides, with her, I can adopt orphans, raising and nurturing them with complete love. A prosperous family in the future wouldn't be a dream!

As for how our parents and society view us, there's only one solution: escape! Escape to a remote, impoverished area, escape to a foreign land—who would know we're siblings then?

But can I do it? Would my sister be willing? How can our parents bear the loss of two children?

(8)

One weekend morning in December, my sister was at work while I was at home working on a report. The doorbell rang, and I opened the door to find Ah-Jie. I invited him to sit in the living room.

"My sister isn't here! It's a weekend, she has to go to work." I made Ah-Jie a cup of coffee.

"No! I came to see you!"

"See me? What's up?" I asked curiously.

"Xiao-Xin has rarely gone on dates with me since you moved in! When I asked her if she had a new boyfriend, she wouldn't tell me. Can you tell me?" Ah-Jie lit a cigarette, his eyes looking a little forlorn.

"No, I don't think so! She stays home on weekends, she probably doesn't have time to date a new boyfriend!"

"But I've noticed she's been radiant lately, smiling much more. I can't help but suspect something. Is there some happy event in your family recently? Is that why she's so happy?"

"No! Hmm... I guess it's because I come over to keep her company and tell her jokes that she's getting prettier!"

"Hmm! Is that so? Then I misunderstood her. Actually, Xiao Xin is a really gentle and virtuous girl. Not only is she beautiful and intelligent, but most importantly, she has a strong sense of family. Whoever marries her will truly live a fulfilling life. But she's so aloof and indifferent towards me. I really don't know what to do to make her like me." A-Jie sighed.

"I understand! Even I, as her younger brother, can't figure her out." Yes! I also don't understand why my sister loves me, her younger brother?

"I've never seen a sister dote on her brother like this. Sometimes I think you're the one who's her man, and I'm just her follower." Seeing my silence, he continued, "You know what? I've known her for over six months, and we mostly talk about you. Like how when we were little, she took you to the stream to catch oysters, and you'd follow her around with a basin to pick them up; how you got a beating from your dad for stealing mangoes from the neighbor for her; and how you once had a motorcycle accident while carrying her, and you shielded her with your body, getting injured yourself while she was unharmed… She's told me so much. Now I probably know more about your childhood than you do."

My heart warmed as I listened. Sisi was speechless. He looked at me and sighed, "Sigh! Sometimes I really think she lives for you. When she goes shopping, she always goes to the men's section, not to buy for me, but for you. When she finally holds up clothes to me, she's actually measuring your size. When we go to a fun place, she carefully notes the location and details, saying she'll bring you next time. Once, she insisted I queue up to buy her tickets to a Ricky and Martin concert. I queued all morning, thinking she wanted me to go with her, but it turned out the tickets were for you. I got angry with her, and she said I was petty, getting angry with my own brother. I... I don't know what to do!"

Frowning, he exhaled a puff of smoke: "Sometimes I envy you so much, having all of Xiao Xin's love. If I were you, I would love her with my whole life, even if it meant bearing the stigma of incest. After all, she's such a rare woman!" Seeing my face flush and pale, he quickly explained, "I was just saying that casually. How could I be you? And how could you love your own sister?"

I thought he had guessed the unusual relationship between me and my sister, and my heart skipped a beat. Luckily, he was just making things up, so I couldn't help but smile and say, "It's okay! Maybe you haven't tried hard enough. If you just put in more effort, even a stone can be moved!"

"Yes! That would be best, but I always feel that you are my greatest rival. With you in the world, Xiao Xin can't possibly love me. Should I kill you... haha... kill you... hahaha..." Seeing that I didn't laugh, he could only laugh self-deprecatingly.

I didn't know how to answer, so I could only give him a bitter smile.

The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. Realizing his slip of the tongue, he quickly stood up and apologized: "I'm sorry! I misspoke! I was just so jealous of you. Your sister dotes on you so much; you must treat her well in the future. She's not young anymore; how much of her youth can she afford to waste?" He gave me a meaningful look and left.

"She's not young anymore; how much of her youth can she afford to waste?" These thirteen words were like a boulder thrown into a still lake, creating ripples that lingered and deepened over time. I knew he meant I shouldn't hold onto my sister's affections for too long, leaving room for other men to pursue her. But I suddenly remembered that my sister was approaching thirty; how much time did she have left to waste with me?

She could live for me; why couldn't I live for him? Her waiting undoubtedly showed that she had already given up everything. No matter how big the storm! With my sister by my side, I had no regrets in this life.

At this moment, I finally made up my mind.

(9)

With Christmas approaching, I decided to confess my feelings to my sister on Christmas Eve. Special things must be done on special days to make the memories more profound.

"Sister! Do you have a date on Christmas Eve?" One night, my sister and I were watching TV on the sofa, and I deliberately sat close to her and asked her.

"Ah-Jie asked me out for dinner and dancing. Do you want to come along?"

"Wouldn't that be another third wheel? It'd be so annoying!" I was referring to Ah-Jie as the third wheel.

"No way! It'll be more fun with you. Don't you have any girls to go out with?" "Yes

! I was just thinking of asking one..." I looked at my sister with ill intent.

My sister said with a hint of disappointment, "Oh... I don't know if I'll go out with Ah-Jie. Maybe I'll just stay home and watch TV."

I grabbed her hand and said, word by word, "Sis! I want to ask you out.

I wonder if you could spare some time for me?" My sister paused for a moment, then giggled and said, "Ask me out? You're so grown up and still clinging to your sister like this. No wonder you ca

n't find a girlfriend." I looked directly into her dark eyes and said seriously, "Sis! I've thought about this for a long time. If there's one woman worth my effort to arrange things for, it's you. As for other girls, I'd rather stay home and watch TV." After a pause, I asked sincerely, "Can I keep you company? Just you and me!"

For a moment, my sister was speechless. A joyful smile bloomed on her face, but her eyes showed hesitation. I knew she was torn between morality and love. I didn't urge her; I just held her hand tightly.

At that moment, even the noisy television couldn't suppress our pounding hearts.

"Tell me, how should I politely decline A-Jie's offer?" After a long silence, my sister finally spoke. Although she didn't say it explicitly, the meaning in her words was crystal clear.

I didn't answer because I knew that my sister always handled these kinds of things very well.

(10)

Although I often went out with my sister, I didn't know her feelings back then. I just thought that my sister was particularly fond of me, so I hid my love for her and restricted my behavior within the bounds of sibling etiquette. This time, I hoped that my date with my sister would be as intimate as lovers and as romantic as lovers. Most importantly, I wanted to make this night a new milestone in our sibling relationship.

I booked a Christmas dinner at the hotel, planned a night tour, and even ordered ninety-nine roses, specifying that they must be delivered to the hotel on Christmas Eve.

I finally looked forward to Christmas. I took a shower and put on my clothes before driving my sister's car to wash it. When I came back, my sister was already dressed up. When she came out of the room, the whole living room was almost lit up.

My sister had dressed up carefully, wearing a black turtleneck, a silver jacket, a Scottish kilt, and white knee-high boots. Her face was also silver, making her look playful and adorable, radiating a strong Christmas spirit.

"Aren't you cold?" I asked her with a smile, noticing her bare legs.

"Would you let me get cold?" she replied, grabbing her purse and taking my hand as we went out.

It was a mild winter day; the temperature wasn't low at all. We even saw fashionable girls wearing crop tops on the street, showing no signs of the cold.

The Christmas dinner was delicious, and my sister ate more than usual. There was a piano and violin performance, playing familiar love songs. Normally, I just find them pleasant to listen to, but tonight, every song sounded exceptionally romantic.

When the waiter presented my sister with a large bouquet of roses, her face beamed with happiness.

"Sister! Merry Christmas!" I said.

"Did you give them to me?" my sister asked with a smile.

"Who else could it be but me?"

"Why give your sister flowers for Christmas? Isn't that a waste?"

I put the roses on the chair and solemnly told her, "Not at all! I'm not giving them to you, sister. I'm giving them to Xiao Xin, to my dearest Xiao Xin."

"Xiao Xin?" My sister's eyes were a little blank.

"Yes! It's you, my Xiao Xin. Today I must tell you, I love you!" At this moment, I finally revealed the feelings that had been hidden deep in my heart for so long.

My heart was pounding, and time almost stopped. I knew what would follow the confession: societal condemnation, moral lashes, and an even longer road of love. But I chose to move forward, to move forward without hesitation. When those words were spoken, there was no turning back.

Fear flashed in my sister's eyes: "No, no, no... I know you love your sister, and of course, your sister loves you, her brother..." I knew she was avoiding the question, so I interrupted her and said loudly, "I don't love my sister, I love you as a woman, just like a man loves a woman. I want to have you, cherish you, and take care of you!"

"Oh! No! That won't do! I'm your sister, and I can only ever be your sister. Forget what you said, and I'll pretend I didn't hear you." My sister's face suddenly turned deathly pale.

"I don't want to! I've loved you since I was little. With you by my side, no other woman can catch my eye. If every man has a place in his heart called his best partner, then you are my best partner. I love seeing you smile, seeing you deep in thought, seeing your charmingly focused expression. When we were in college, we were separated by distance, and I suffered for four years. If I don't tell you today, I will suffer for the rest of my life!"

"But how can you love me? How can I accept you? Blood ties are indelible evidence. They will oppress us for the rest of our lives, suffocating us, and the accusations from others will make us even more unacceptable to the world," the older sister said softly.

"I don't care about any of that! All I know is that if I miss today, I'll never have another chance. Good heavens! You're almost thirty, and I'm almost twenty-four. How can I just watch the woman I love marry someone else without trying to stop her? If you've found a man you truly love, that would be fine, but I know you haven't, Xiao Xin! Can you deny that you love me?" I held my sister's trembling little hand tightly and looked at her deeply.

Tears welled in my sister's eyes. She lowered her head and stammered, "Then...you woke up that night?"

"Yes! Knowing your feelings, sister, I was so happy. From that day on, I wanted to confess every day, but I was just as afraid and hesitant. I was afraid you wouldn't have the courage to defy societal norms with me, and I worried about how to endure the uncertain future. The worst part was, every day when you wore your pajamas and watched TV with me, I had an urge to hold you tight. I craved your body, craved to be one with you. I loved you madly!"

"I don't know...I didn't mean to..."

"Do you love me?" I interrupted her, asking again.

My sister's pale face gradually regained its rosy hue. She nodded and said, "Love! But...but..."

"There are no buts! As long as you love me and I love you, there is no difficulty in this world that we cannot overcome, and we will have a place for each other. Believe me, no matter how hard life gets in the future, I will give you endless happiness." I reached out my hand, waiting for my sister to entrust her life to me. My

sister stared into my eyes, her gaze traversing spring, summer, autumn, and winter, finally the bright sun driving away the cold winter, courage overcoming hesitation. She placed her small hand in my palm and said softly, "I don't know if this is right or wrong? But isn't this what I've always wanted? To entrust my life to the one I love most and spend my whole life with him." As she spoke, a smile returned to her face, and she said with a smile, "You're so naughty! You pretended to be asleep when you woke up that day, making me worry for days, afraid that you would bring it up, then I...I was so embarrassed!" Her gentle anger and coquettishness were no longer the way my sister was.

"What are you shy about? You'll be touching it a thousand times and ten thousand times in the future..." Before I could finish speaking, my sister covered my mouth and said shyly, "Don't say it... I'm not used to it yet!" Seeing the shyness on my sister's face, I didn't say anything more and continued eating.

The sibling affection suddenly turned into romantic love. This change seemed too big, and we couldn't help but feel awkward and flustered. Although it was undeniable that there was already love in our hearts, the impact of expressing it in words and bringing it to the surface was really not small.

After that, my sister and I talked less, and we blushed easily.

(11)

After the meal, my sister obediently let me lead her into the car. We drove along the Danjin Highway to Jinshan, and then along the Yangjin Highway back to Yangmingshan. During the long journey, we gradually adapted to our new relationship and started talking and laughing again. After all, this was what we had been longing for.

It was past 2 a.m. when we came down from Yangmingshan, which was about the time I had estimated. Without asking my sister, I drove into the motel and led her into the room.

I said, "I'm tired! Let's get some sleep. We can go up the mountain for a hot spring tomorrow."

My sister probably knew what was coming next. She lowered her head, her cheeks flushed, grabbed a towel, and went into the bathroom to shower. I sat on the edge of the bed smoking, my heart pounding

. The waiting time was filled with anticipation and awkwardness. We fell silent again, with an ambiguous atmosphere floating around us. Finally, after we finished showering and returned to bed, I hugged my sister, wearing only my underwear, and broke the silence by asking her, "Xiao Xin! You bought my underwear, and you washed it too, you know? Whenever I lie quietly, I can always feel your hands on my body."

"Mmm!" my sister replied, her head lowered.

"And tonight I can truly feel you on my body, flesh and blood, so real." I whispered in her ear, "Xiao Xin! Is it okay? I want you tonight!"

My sister blushed and hesitated, saying, "I'm scared... Can we just sleep holding each other, like when we were little..."

I knew she was trying to escape again, afraid of falling into the quagmire of taboo, but I wouldn't allow her to. I gently pulled off the towel binding her, revealing her pair of radiant, white breasts.

I took her erect nipple into my mouth, and my sister trembled, goosebumps rising on her skin. I took off my underwear, naked, and hugged my sister, my penis between her legs. My sister

's body trembled, and I took a moment to speak gently, "Xin! Don't deceive yourself, let your heart decide our actions." My penis was between her labia majora, and a hot breath emanated from it.

"Kiss me first! Give me courage, give me the feeling of love," my sister said, wrapping her pink legs around my body and tightly holding my chest with her small hands.

I had wanted to kiss her for a long time. Ever since I was eleven or twelve and understood the ways of men and women, I had longed to kiss my sister every day, not just a peck on the cheek, but a long kiss on the lips—a hot and spicy wet kiss. My sister's lips were small and upturned, and I always fantasized about what it tasted like inside. Now I finally got my wish.

The taste was sweet and fragrant, smooth and sticky. I kissed her for a long time until my sister was hot and weak all over, while my penis was already sharpened and ready to be released. I parted our lips and said to my sister, "Now let me take a good look at my lover. I want to see every part of her body, as familiar as my own."

"No! I'll be embarrassed!" my sister said shyly. I gently pushed her away and carefully admired her beautiful body, while she, shy, grabbed a pillow and covered her face.

My sister's body was supple and boneless, her entire body a uniform milky color, without a trace of sun damage. Her breasts were small and perky, her waist slender and taut, and especially her long, straight, pink legs, perfectly set against her rounded buttocks, outlining a beautiful curve.

Her pubic hair was fine and thick, covering most of her vulva. I gently lifted my legs, and a pair of full mounds of flesh appeared before my eyes, the brown labia majora shielding the bright red inner walls, both glistening with love juice.

"Don't keep looking! It's weird..." came her muffled voice from under the pillow.

"How can I remember what it looks like if I don't look at it first?" I not only looked, but I also put my mouth over and sucked the ever-increasing amount of lustful fluid along the gradually swelling labia.

My sister's body jerked again, pleading, "Ah! Don't...it's dirty...come...come and hug me..."

I sucked for a moment, my emotions heightened by the realization that this was my sister's private parts. I wanted to enter this long-awaited paradise as soon as possible, yet I feared that entering too early would desecrate this sacred moment. After all, I had endured so much hardship to make love with my sister. During those dreary four years of university, how many times had I thought of my sister to the point of burning with desire, needing to use cold water to quell the fire? How many times had I longed for my sister to appear before me, yet could not? So I used studying hard to dispel my longing, suppressing my desire with self-reproach. But today, all of that was in the past. My sister's body was unfolding before me.

I shed hot tears, my tongue desperately searching for my lost youth within my sister's vagina. Youth will not return, but my sister loves me; what does it matter if I lose my youth?

As I sucked wantonly, my sister twisted her body incessantly, letting out muffled moans from her nose. At first, she would avoid me, but gradually she gave up struggling and arched her back to meet me. Her wet, sticky love juice made her labia glisten with a wanton glow.

"Oh... good little brother... you've made your sister so horny... so horny... I actually miss you so much... I really want you to fuck me... oh... little brother... fuck me... fuck your sister... even if the sky falls... I still want you to fuck me..." My sister pushed away the pillow and looked at me with her beautiful, shimmering eyes.

My penis was already unbearably itchy and numb, and the fire in my lower abdomen had ignited into a burning desire. Grabbing my sister's pink legs, I inserted the head of my penis between her wet labia. In an instant, her labia majora enveloped my penis, and a wonderful suction spread through my nerves. I tilted my head back and let out a soft roar: "Even if there is no tomorrow, I can't not fuck my sister... Oh... my good sister..." The wet and slippery passage allowed my penis to enter halfway, and the pleasurable feeling quickly filled my crotch.

"Ah... little brother... a little more... to my deepest part... yes... press tight... let me know you are inside my body... ah... so good... ah... my good husband... fuck me... fuck your sister... fuck your slutty wife!" My sister's legs tightly wrapped around me, allowing me to penetrate to the deepest part of her vagina.

I pressed my lips against the warm pad of her cervix, then held my sister's hot body, panting. A tear slid down her cheek as she said shyly, "I'm not your sister anymore, I'm your wife, your wanton wife. I'll never look back, because I've waited too long for this moment!"

"Come on! Little brother! Make up for neglecting your sister for nine years! We'll make love once a week, at least four hundred times in nine years, you can't miss a single one..." My sister moved her fragrant buttocks with infinite shyness, her vagina swaying with my penis inside.

"Oh...why...why nine years...and not ten?" Sweet sensations washed over me as I held her firm buttocks around the waist, thrusting my penis forward forcefully, panting as I asked her.

"Ah...good...good little brother, don't you know...it was...oh...it was...that car accident nine years ago...that made me fall in love with you...ah...ah...it felt so good...you had multiple fractures that time...while I was fine...staying by your bedside...um...I knew then that I would never be able to leave you in this life...ah...ah..." My sister told me, her voice broken and strained, as she suppressed her pleasure.

I was fifteen when the accident happened, and my sister was twenty, both in college. After colliding with a truck, we fell to the side of the road. Instinctively, I hugged my sister tightly, rolling around many times. In the end, I suffered severe fractures in my arms and legs and spent a month in the hospital. Perhaps it is in times of crisis that true love is revealed. Subconsciously and without hesitation, I unknowingly revealed my secret.

"Yes! I...I've secretly loved you for so long...since high school...since my teens...I've wanted to hold you...want to protect you...and even more, I want to fuck you...like this, going in and out of your body...oh...sister...I want to do this...let your most wanton love juice flow all over my penis...oh..." I thrust in and out quickly, my penis embedded in the bright red vaginal flesh, going in and out, the shaft already covered with a layer of sticky, glistening moisture.

"Oh...ah...so numb...it's so numb...I dream about your body...ah ah...it's your cock...your cock...you use your cock to fuck me hard...make me hurt...make me unable to bear it...ah ah...that's it...ah wu wu...wu...my uterus has so much love juice stored for you...for you...ah ah ah...ah!" My sister arched her body hysterically, drenched in fragrant sweat, panting heavily, her small hands spread wide, her jade buttocks welcoming my thrusts.

I gripped her beautiful, longed-for buttocks tightly, thrusting wildly. Her juices splashed onto my thighs, my scrotum slapped against her labia, and the air was filled with the wanton sounds of our genitals kissing. My soul was intoxicated, my desire reaching its peak. I bent down and bit her erect, fleshy nipple, pushing my penis with all my might to the very front of her vagina.

"Oh... ah... little brother's cock is so big... ah... ah ah... so good... sister can't take it... oh... um... I can't... ah ah... I can't... sister can't control it... oh... I'm flying... I'm flying!" My sister babbled incoherently, her vagina tightening, a cold sweat seeping from her pale skin.

Thrust, swelling, dam breaking, ejaculation... finally, an endless, boundless pleasure, wave after wave, like falling from the clouds, like ascending to ecstasy. A small pebble instantly stirred up ripples across a lake, swallowing me whole in an instant.

I held my sister, bobbing up and down, hot streams slapping against my penis, seeping out from the crevice of our tightly joined bodies. My sister seemed to have fainted, her hair disheveled, her whole body flushed, a blissful smile on her face.

After a long while, I whispered in her ear, "Xiao Xin! Do you know what I like most about you?" My sister half-opened her starry eyes and shook her head weakly. I said, "It's what's holding me right now!"

"What is it?"

I shook it twice and said with a smile, "It's your butt!"

"Don't...don't move! It hurts!" My sister quickly grabbed my buttocks, stopping me.

"You know what? Ever since you went to college, you've always liked wearing skirts. Your butt is so round and perky, so small and cute, it's so alluring. I don't even dare to look at it, because I get

all sorts of wild thoughts. So when I go out with you, I don't dare to walk behind you, for fear of getting a nosebleed!" My sister chuckled, pushed me away, turned around, and her butt was right in front of me. I saw her looking at me with seductive eyes and said, "How about it? I'm going to seduce you and seduce you to death, how about it?" Her firm, fragrant buttocks trembled, and her crotch was wet with semen, which flowed all over her lower body.

How could I resist such temptation? Like a hungry tiger pouncing on a sheep, I pounced on her. I made love to my sister four times that night.

(12)

The next day, I opened the door to my room and found Ah Jie sitting on the flower bed. His eyes were bloodshot and he looked tired. He must have not slept all night.

Upon seeing the two of us, he rushed up to us, angrily saying, "You... how could you two do such a thing? I was just saying it casually that day, I never expected... I never expected..."

My sister's face turned pale the moment she saw Ah-Jie, and she gasped, "What are you doing here?" Her small hand, which was holding mine, trembled violently.

"You canceled our date yesterday, which made me so sad. When I asked you why, you wouldn't tell me. The more I thought about it, the more indignant I became. Last night, I waited outside your house, following you all night. I knew Ah-Sheng was with you, but I don't understand why you would abandon me for a younger brother. A boyfriend and a younger brother can coexist! It wasn't until you went into the motel that I suddenly understood," Ah-Jie said dejectedly.

"Don't you know the consequences of incest between siblings? It's an incestuous act, illegal and unacceptable by society, and it will produce an idiot son!" He took a heavy breath and continued, "Xiao Xin! Even though you've done this, I still love you as much as ever. Don't be foolish anymore, pull back from the brink! Just consider it a momentary lapse of judgment. As long as you turn back, I won't mind anything!" He reached out his hand and said with difficulty, "Just treat it as a nightmare!"

I tightly grasped my sister's hand, feeling her emotions shift from agitation to calm. She nestled into my arms and said resolutely, "Ah Jie! You know my love for my brother! It's romantic love, not familial love. I've been waiting for him since I was little, preparing to be his woman. Now I've finally achieved my wish, we love each other deeply. Don't you want to see me find the man I love and find true happiness?"

"That won't bring happiness!"

"No! As long as two hearts belong to each other, that's happiness! Ah Jie! Let it go! Bless us! You're a good catch, you'll definitely find a better woman."

Ah Jie stood there blankly, his hands clenched tightly, his expression unfathomable. After a long while, he finally opened his fists and said quietly, "Alright! I wish you well, but... but where can I find a woman as good as you?" Before he finished speaking, he had already disappeared at the end of the passageway.

"Oh ho... Sister! I love you so much!"

I picked up my sister and spun her around in the garden under the winter sun. Her long hair flew like beads, her Scottish kilt bloomed like flowing clouds. Flowers, beads, and flowing clouds all swirled in my eyes. Although I can't find a woman as good as you, you're right here beside me.

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