The older sister went blind. The younger brother acted recklessly.

I don't know when it started, but my feelings for my older sister changed. Before I graduated from elementary school, I would run to the nearby stream after school to catch fish, shrimp, and crabs, reveling in the satisfaction of dominating the world. My sister, who was three years older than me, would always find me breathless at dinner time. I would always appear in a different place and tease her with different kinds of snakes or frogs.
My sister was very good to me, but I never appreciated her kindness. I always thought she was a weak, crybaby who distracted my parents from my care and love. Without her, I could have enjoyed twice the reward of being the top student in the whole school.
In just a year or two, my sister grew taller by leaps and bounds. By the time I realized I could no longer bully her, she was already a tall young woman of 168 centimeters, while I hadn't even entered puberty yet, a whole head shorter than her. Moreover, my sister no longer cried over the trivial things I did to her. I suddenly felt a deep sense of loss.
Just as I was burying myself in my studies preparing for the entrance exam to a prestigious junior high school, my older sister got her first boyfriend. In addition, there were over a dozen letters that appeared in the mailbox almost daily, filled with the sorrow of junior high students who would never be favored by her. I began to think my sister was somewhat charming.
My sister wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but the warmth she exuded was unmatched, even by Selina from S.H.E., and I felt safe and secure around her. She was multi-talented, filial to our parents, and genuinely good to me. She constantly praised my looks and wanted to introduce me to her friend's sister as my girlfriend.
Once, when I had sinus surgery, she took leave from school and stayed with me in the hospital for a week, taking turns with our parents, enduring the unbearable smell of medicine every day. Occasionally, I would wake up in the middle of the night and see her half-asleep, watching over me. Although I wasn't sure of the definition of beauty, I began to feel that I had the most beautiful older sister. I'm not unfilial, but for that entire week, all I wanted to see was my sister. After her surgery, our relationship improved; we even often playfully teased each other, sometimes pinning her down on the sofa or my bed to tickle her. Her blushing face when she laughed uncontrollably was so adorable.
Having spent years buried in my studies and nature, I'd never truly felt love for a girl before, but I knew my sister was my first love. I loved the most beautiful and kind girl in the world. If any boy dared to make my sister cry, I would kill his entire family—I swear. I'm now in
my third year of junior high, actively preparing for high school entrance exams. My sister, like my unwavering goddess, continues her devoted relationship with her first love and recently gained admission to her dream school through a recommendation process. I've met her boyfriend a few times; he's handsome and seems honest. He's currently a student at a national university. To be honest, I don't think he's good enough for my sister, but I don't dislike him.
I'm in my third year of junior high school now, and I understand a little about relationships between men and women. Although I sometimes masturbate while watching erotic movies, I would never dare to imagine my older sister, who's always around me, as the female lead. I wouldn't dare to disrespect this goddess, but I guess maybe she's already had a relationship with her boyfriend; after all, they've been dating for three years. I'm not jealous.
"As long as you're happy, I'll bless you for the rest of my life. As long as you can find the happiness you want, I'll be happy."

Just as I was diligently preparing for my university entrance exams, my sister had an accident. The tour bus she was on during her graduation trip crashed into a mountainside. My sister was playing with her classmates when she accidentally hit the back of her head and fell into a coma. Although she woke up the next day, she was temporarily blind due to a brain hematoma compressing her optic nerve.
The doctor said that my sister might regain her sight in a few days after the hematoma subsided, or she might remain blind forever. When my mother heard this possibility, she burst into tears. I didn't want to add to her grief, so I held back my tears and cried inside.
My sister's boyfriend came to visit her a few days ago. The last time he came, I vaguely heard him say, "Please, have mercy on me! My parents won't let me be with a blind man, and you wouldn't want your son, who's studying at National Taiwan University, to marry a blind man, would you?" Hearing this, I immediately rushed into the ward, grabbed his hair, and began punching him repeatedly.
"Stop hitting him!" My sister's piercing scream interrupted our fight. Her boyfriend's nose was bleeding profusely from my blows. Although I wasn't punched, I cried my eyes out. I couldn't believe there was such a cruel beast in the world. My sister, like a fairy, had rejected everyone's advances since she was a young girl, devoting herself entirely to him. The image of her holding the Hello Kitty doll he gave her, her face beaming with contentment, tore my heart apart again and again.
My sister didn't cry, but I knew her heart was filled with blood and tears. I put aside my studies and focused on learning from my parents how to best care for my older sister. Once I felt I could take care of her independently, I asked my parents to go on a trip abroad, temporarily leaving their worries behind so I could care for her alone.
Although my sister is blind, she still loves listening to TV. I repeatedly explained and described Wu Zongxian's funny expressions to her. Although she laughed happily, I knew she still felt lonely, unable to see her favorite Wu Zongxian and Nono in person.

When there was no TV show she liked, I read Harry Potter 5 to her. However, my English isn't very good, so she often ended up tutoring me. But since she can't see, she could only write crookedly on paper by feel, turning her once beautiful handwriting into something like a three-year-old's scribbles. My heart ached, and I couldn't help but shed tears. My sister sensed something was wrong when I heard Harry Potter's heavy, nasal tone. She reached out and touched my face, gently stroking my hair, saying, "Don't worry about me. I still have ears, a mouth, and hands. I can still experience the goodness of this world." Hearing this, I couldn't hold back my sorrow any longer. I hugged my sister tightly and collapsed onto the bed next to the desk.
My sister held me tightly, and I buried my head in her chest, hoping to calm my emotions. But this hug, and the faint fragrance emanating from my sister, stirred something strange within me—I had an erection! I felt a huge sense of guilt and quickly stood up, helping my sister sit up.
"
Hao, I'm going to take a shower and get ready for bed. Can you help me to the bathroom?" My sister wiped away her tears and offered her her hand. I took her hand in one hand and supported her shoulder with the other, slowly leading her to the bathroom.
My sister's hand was the first girl's hand I ever held in my life, and it was the first, second, hundredth, and two hundredth time I'd ever held it. But I never felt I'd ever tire of it. Holding her hand tightly, I asked, "Sis, which outfit do you want to wear?"
"Silly, I can't see. Just take whichever you like me to wear," I joked. "I hope you don't wear any clothes, then I won't take anything!" "Tch!" She raised her fist and playfully punched me a few times in the chest.
I got her her change of clothes and helped her into the bathtub. Seeing that the shampoo was empty, I went to get a new bottle.
"Sis, I've brought the new shampoo!" I pushed open the bathroom door, but before I could finish speaking, I heard my sister scream.
Thinking I had left, she started taking off her clothes. When I returned with the shampoo, what I saw before me was my sister's flawless naked body. "Sis, I'm so sorry, I forgot to tell you I was going to get shampoo." I quickly turned around and apologized repeatedly. "It's okay, you've seen it before," my sister said, seemingly unconcerned. I had seen her naked when she was little, but back then she didn't have the stunning figure she has now, and her most private parts hadn't yet grown that magical tuft of pubic hair that makes men lose control.
Perhaps because she couldn't see my eyes, her sense of shame wasn't as strong. My sister simply stood up from the bathtub and asked me somewhat timidly, "Do you think I'm pretty?"
Anyway, she couldn't see me, she wouldn't know how burning my gaze was. I turned my head to my sister, staring at her perfect young body.
"Sister, you're beautiful." I didn't know what to say for a moment, so I could only manage to squeeze out a few words.
"Hao, come here."
I cautiously approached my sister, and while she couldn't see, I greedily and wantonly peered at everything about this fairy-like girl.
"Sister feels so empty, can I hug you?" Seeing the sadness filling my sister's eyes, which had lost their liveliness, I hugged her without saying a word. My sister kept rubbing against my chin and chest like a kitten.
I couldn't help but put one arm around her waist, lift her chin with the other, and lower my head to kiss her, no longer caring that I was all wet. My hands roamed freely over her body, sometimes gently caressing her alabaster back, sometimes lightly teasing her pink nipples. I kissed her every inch of her body. Although my sister blushed with shyness, she didn't reject me at all. I felt an intense, painful erection, so I took off all my clothes, throwing all morals and ethics to the back of my mind.
My sister's skin accidentally touched my erect penis. She curiously grabbed it and asked with a questioning look, "Hao, what's this?" I was soaking in cold water and burning with desire. My sister was holding my penis. This feeling must be what they call being tormented by ice and fire. I think the feeling of going into a state of demonic possession in martial arts novels is nothing more than this. However, instead of the pain of going into a state of demonic possession, I was extremely happy.
The girl in question was no longer my sister, but the lover I longed to be with one day. I was no longer bound by ethics, nor did I call her "sister" anymore: "Xiao Zhen, I love you! I love you!" I couldn't help but grab her hand and stroke it up and down, feeling an unprecedented excitement and pleasure.
My sister seemed to have realized what she was holding and quickly let go: "We can't play like this anymore, something bad will happen!" She turned away, her hands tightly covering her breasts, preventing me from crossing the line.
"Sister, I was wrong, I just like you too much!" Seeing my sister's righteous expression, I didn't force her to continue serving me.
"I'm going out, call me when you're done showering." I opened the bathroom door and closed it again, but I didn't step out of the bathroom; I remained inside! Hearing the door close, my sister assumed I had left. She paused thoughtfully for a few seconds, then did something I never expected my fairy-like sister to do: she half-squatted, legs spread, picked up the showerhead, turned on the hot water, and began masturbating!
To avoid being discovered, although she was enjoying herself, she frowned and bit down on a towel to stifle any noise. So my sister masturbates too! I stood by the door watching her moan and groan as she masturbated, and I started masturbating too. Luckily, I hadn't put my clothes back on.
I also grabbed another towel and bit it to keep quiet. At that moment, my sister and I were like soldiers in ancient times, marching with our hands pursed, afraid of making a sound that might disturb the other.
I boldly tiptoed towards my sister, lowered my head to gaze at her genitals, my nose barely touching her pubic hair.
My left hand was constantly stroking my penis, while my sister, while showering her genitals with the showerhead, was also gently rubbing her clitoris with her other hand. Admiring this beautiful sight, I was about to ejaculate, but my sister was even more prone to this; her legs gave way and she collapsed into the bathtub, panting heavily.
Wanting to tease her, I quickly tiptoed back to the door, knocked lightly twice, and asked, "Sis, are you done washing?"
My sister had just finished masturbating and was in a semi-dazed state. Hearing my question, she jumped up in fright; she hadn't even started washing her hair yet! I suppressed a laugh and stealthily walked over to her, continuing to voyeurize her, while my left hand continued to masturbate. I saw her press the shampoo dispenser a few times, but not a drop came out. I then remembered the shampoo was still by the door, and quickly put the new bottle next to the old one. She immediately found the new one, and at that moment, I couldn't contain my excitement any longer. As she pressed the dispenser, I ejaculated into her palm. Because I was so excited and had to try not to be noticed, I bit the towel until my gums bled, and she naturally smeared the mixture of shampoo and semen onto her hair. Being able to do this unusual "bukkake" to my beautiful older sister felt incredibly good.
It's an abnormal act of sexual gratification involving spraying semen onto an actress's body or face during a shower.
After ejaculating, I felt completely weak. I put on my clothes, which were scattered on the floor, and obediently stood aside waiting for my sister to finish showering. The older sister on the Breeze Forum
is really beautiful. If only she weren't my biological sister, like Duan Yu in *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*, with a bunch of beautiful older and younger sisters to do with.
For the next few days, my sister and I acted as if what happened in the bathroom hadn't occurred. However, I would still hide in the bathroom before my sister showered, watching her bathe while masturbating. If one day I masturbated too much and suffered premature ejaculation or impotence, I thought my sister would be largely responsible.
But I was tired of this unattainable existence. On the night before my parents returned home, my reason finally gave way to my animalistic desires, and I even signed an unequal treaty. That night, my sister, as usual, masturbated before showering. I was initially just obediently watching her genitals while masturbating, but I was also thinking that this kind of life could only last for one more day. After my parents returned, I would have to revert to being the seemingly well-behaved student I always appeared to be. I recalled our first encounter in the bathtub. Why did my sister want me to hold her naked body? Did she also have the potential for incest in her blood, just like me? I steeled myself, stripped naked, and jumped into the bathtub. Luckily, my family is quite wealthy; the bathtub can fit two people.
My sister jumped in fright, clutching her chest and yelling, "Who? Jiahao! Jiahao, help!"
"Sister, it's...it's me!"
"What are you doing?" My sister wasn't as terrified anymore, but I could still see the unease in her expression.
"Why did you ask me to hug you that day? Weren't you wearing any clothes?" "Why are you asking that?"
"I'm just curious because I seem to...I seem to have developed feelings for you that shouldn't exist between siblings. I want to know if you feel the same way." I blurted out what was on my mind, feeling like I was walking on thin ice, facing an abyss.
My sister suddenly quieted down, her hands no longer as protective as before
. "Zhen," I gently called to my sister, then hugged her. She only symbolically pushed me away slightly, and then we exchanged a passionate kiss.
"Sister, can you teach me?" I gripped my penis, but couldn't get it into the right hole, and it started to soften in my anxiety.
"I don't know either, I'm still a virgin."
Hearing that, I felt like I was floating on clouds. My sister's ex-boyfriend, I admire you. You could tolerate such a beautiful woman for three years. I think you're either impotent or gay!
My penis, which had been half-soft because I couldn't find the entrance, regained its strength after learning that my sister was a virgin. Finally, after a few tentative thrusts, it found its way. Because I was inexperienced, I didn't care if my sister was in pain. My penis plunged straight in, hitting my sister's flower core. My sister was in pain and punched me with her fists.
I thrust in and out for less than twenty times, but I couldn't stand the warm sucking of my sister's tight vagina. I couldn't resist the pleasure all over my body, and I held my sister tightly, giving up my virginity and ejaculating thick streams of semen into her vagina. My sister wrapped her legs tightly around my body, convulsing uncontrollably.
I looked down at my sister's vaginal opening and saw my semen and her virgin blood mixing together and slowly flowing out, giving me an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
It's a pity my sister couldn't see my satisfied and happy expression; she couldn't understand how much joy and happiness she had brought me in her life. "If you could see my expression now, you would know how much I love you." I gently kissed my sister and hugged her tightly.
Suddenly, she patted my back a dozen times. Completely bewildered, I let go of her, wanting to know what was going on. I saw her just staring into my eyes, pointing at me, her mouth agape, speechless with surprise—"Staring into my eyes!" "Sister, you!" Later, we learned that the best-case scenario had occurred: the swelling on the back of her head had subsided, and her optic nerve had returned to normal.
Before Mom and Dad returned, we made love several more times. On her bed, my bed, in the bathroom, in the living room, on Mom and Dad's bed, on the floor—everywhere was stained with our sweat and bodily fluids. We completely forgot that we were blood relatives. I had planned to clean up the spoils an hour before my parents came home, but they returned several hours early. My sister and I were still reveling in her renewed eyesight, locked in a fierce battle, and just as I was about to ejaculate again, the doorbell rang.
We quickly got dressed and peered through the peephole in the door, only to find it was my parents! My sister and I panicked, unsure how to explain the mess. Finally, I steeled myself and opened the door. Ah, I'd got it! I'd just say that while they were away, a typhoon hit Taiwan and the water flooded up to the second floor.
"Dad, Mom, we have something to tell you," I was about to use the typhoon theory to cover up my and my sister's misdeeds when Dad gestured for me to shut up, saying, "I have something more important to announce!"
"So you're not your mother's biological child. Your mother cheated on you and got pregnant with someone else's child, and you're someone else's! I never expected that on this trip abroad, she would run into her old lover, and your mother's old lover even wants my son! It's outrageous!"
I was stunned for a moment, and then Mom continued, "And Zhen, you were originally your father's child with his ex-wife."
"Then my sister and I aren't related by blood!" I asked, my eyes wide.
"Yes, you two need to decide who wants to stay with whom! We're getting a divorce!" Before my mother could finish speaking, I grabbed my sister's hand and ran out. "Hey, where are you going? Where are you going?!" Dad kept asking from behind. "Let's go to a hotel and have sex!" My sister and I shouted in unison.

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