Grasp the vague memory

I tried to purify this feeling, not allowing any impure desires to defile it. At first, it did indeed work as I wished, becoming a spiritual anchor, giving me a reason to love
my sister with peace of mind.
Even on the day of her wedding, I could sincerely be happy for her and wish her well; as long as she was happy, that was enough.
I smiled through my tears, but my heart felt like it was being torn apart. The hidden emotions kept churning up, unable to stop, so I could only let them run wild, never expecting that they would eventually overflow into a fierce
torrent . ... ...

"Ah Jian, this is your room." As I stood at the door, carrying my luggage and feeling somewhat lost, a clear female voice beside me snapped me out of my daze.
I looked towards her, and the instant our eyes met, I immediately looked away, a barely perceptible blush spreading across my face
. Even though it was just a fleeting glance, the face I caught was still deeply etched in my mind: a naturally beautiful face, flawless white skin, full, red lips, and most captivating of all were her gentle, watery eyes, as if capable of washing away all
unhappiness .
She was my sister. It had been some time since I'd seen her after her marriage. She seemed as beautiful as ever, yet somehow unfamiliar. She had permed and dyed her shoulder-length black hair, making her even more stylish and vibrant, adding a touch of womanly charm to her youthful purity.

I nodded, swallowing hard, managing only a single, difficult word in reply. "Oh, by the way, knowing you were coming, I cleaned the room and washed the sheets. They should be almost dry now. I'll go make the bed for you
." My sister finished speaking and walked to the balcony, taking in the sheets that were slightly transparent in the sunlight.
"Sis, no need to trouble yourself, I can do it myself." I always felt more at ease doing these things myself.
"Oh, when did my brother become so polite
?" My sister teased me as she walked gracefully towards me. I felt a little uneasy, as if she had seen through me. Fortunately, my sister didn't seem to notice my change in expression. She placed the clean sheets she had been carrying on the bed and then bent down to
tidy them.
"Sis, let me help you." I scratched my head, feeling a little awkward standing there with nothing to do, so I offered to lend a hand.
"That's perfect. Go to the other end and help me
smooth ." My sister replied, her head bowed. We stood on opposite sides of the bed so that we could straighten the wrinkles in the sheets. However, when I looked up and saw my sister standing opposite me, I was instantly stunned, my gaze fixed
on her.
It was May, not yet summer, but the heat was already palpable. My sister wore a beige chiffon dress. She was bending over, tidying the sheets, and I could clearly see through the loose neckline a pair of full breasts encased in a light green lace bra.
Her breasts were full and round, the snow-white flesh swaying gently with her movements, like delicate tofu that might break at any moment. The openwork patterns on the bra cups complemented her beautiful breasts perfectly, creating a breathtaking scene that made me want to immerse myself in it, completely oblivious to the immorality of peeping at my loved one's body
. I slowed my movements, trying to prolong the time, just to enjoy this rare
sight a little longer.
"Hey," my sister said, perhaps because my gaze was too blatant. She looked up and noticed my gaze, tugging at her collar and scolding me.

"No... I wasn't looking at anything..." Caught red-faced, I stammered, trying to explain. "Hmph.
Never mind you, I'm going to prepare dinner." My sister pouted playfully, pretending to be angry with me. I was stunned, never expecting that even though she was already married, she would still show such a cute, womanly side.
But at the same time, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief. My sister probably wasn't really angry. Perhaps it was because I was her brother. Childhood friendships can't be severed, and my sister wasn't wary of me.
My sister turned and left the room. I followed the curves of her back. The thin dress was stretched taut by her round buttocks, as beautiful as a full moon. I could vaguely see the shape of her panties peeking out from under the skirt. Her long, slender legs looked extremely fair, crossing gracefully as she walked
. Soon, her figure disappeared around a corner and out of my sight. I felt a little lost. I lay straight on the bed that I had finally managed to make, staring blankly at
the ceiling.
After calming down a bit, a belated sense of guilt slowly crept into my heart. I began to regret my actions, as if I had spilled ink into the clear emotions in my heart, gradually making them murky...
Indeed, I shouldn't have come to my sister's house
. Actually, coming to my sister's house wasn't my wish. Although I thought about her every day after her marriage, I refused to stay at her house
.
Because I felt that this was a world exclusively for her and another man, and I, who shared the same blood as her, felt more like an outsider here.
Speaking of my brother-in-law, to be honest, I felt somewhat repulsed by him, because he was the one who married my
sister, whom I loved so much. But on the other hand, I also admired him. He was successful in his career, having supposedly started from scratch and now owning a design company with a considerable income; he was a successful
person.
Compared to him, I felt ashamed. Not only was I bad at studying, but I also dropped out of school early, causing my parents a lot of worry, and my future was uncertain.
Later, when my parents heard that my brother-in-law's company was recruiting apprentices to learn design, and that the industry had a good future, they wanted me to go and learn, preferably with my brother-in-law personally teaching
me. At my parents' request and my sister's pleading, my brother-in-law finally agreed. Thanks to his connection, even though my qualifications weren't sufficient, his company made an exception
and hired me .
However, my home was quite far from his company, making commuting extremely inconvenient. So, my brother-in-law suggested that I simply stay at his house, which would also allow me to catch up with my sister.
And so, with mixed feelings, I arrived at my sister's house with the luggage my parents had prepared for me, beginning this period of lodging that
I didn't know how long it would last. After a short rest, it was already dark. Looking at the lights of countless homes outside the window, I sighed softly and went out of my room, finding my sister still
busy .
"Sis, so many dishes! It's so plentiful, can we finish it all?" Looking at the various dishes laid out on the table, I sincerely sighed. My sister, who once lived under our parents' protection, had become a virtuous wife.
It's just a pity she belongs to someone else...
"It's because you're here, I was afraid you'd go hungry
! I'll just cook one more dish." Hearing my praise, my sister puffed out her chest contentedly, completely unaware that her full, firm breasts were swaying gently in front of me, their beautiful curves undulating.
I was about to take a closer look at those alluring curves when I heard the door open.

"Where is he?" Before I even saw him, I heard a deep male voice calling my name, followed by a series of slightly hurried footsteps approaching. A tall man in a suit strode towards me. He wasn't particularly handsome, but his features were fairly regular. He wore thin-rimmed glasses and looked polite and refined, a confident smile on his face indicating he was in
a good mood.
He was my brother-in-law. Contrasting with his outward enthusiasm was the coldness in my heart. Seeing this man who had taken my sister away from me, I couldn't feel happy at all.

Out of politeness, I still called out to this man I wasn't particularly fond of, to acknowledge him. "Great! Jian, you're finally here! Your sister has been talking about you the whole time
!" My brother-in-law walked over and patted my shoulder naturally and familiarly.
"Look at you, you came in without even taking off your shoes, you've dirtied the floor!" My sister came out carrying dishes and said irritably when she saw my brother-in-law.
"I forgot, I forgot, I was so excited to see Ah Jian,
haha... Hey, honey, you cooked so many dishes today, that's great! Let me give you a hug as a reward." My brother-in-law started changing the subject, opening his arms as if to hug my sister. "Get lost, you're so irresponsible, Ah Jian's
here." My sister put her two slender white hands against my brother-in-law's chest, rejecting him, but the smile on her face showed she wasn't offended.
I stood there awkwardly, not knowing what expression to make, and finally just sat down at the table to indicate it was time to eat.
At the table, my brother-in-law filled his bowl with wine and then offered me some, but I declined because I don't drink
. My sister first put some food on my brother-in-law's plate, and then put a piece of my favorite rib on mine. Her cooking smelled delicious, but I found it tasteless...
My
brother-in-law basically started the conversation. Perhaps because my sister saw I was quiet, she kindly asked me a few questions, and then my brother-in-law decided to let me stay home and rest for two more days before going to the company with him for training.

I nodded in response, then fell silent again. All I could do was try to appear calm and natural, not seeming out of place in my sister and brother-in-law's cheerful world. After a quick dinner, I returned to my room, feeling restless. I picked up a book, but couldn't concentrate. About half an hour later, my sister came to my
door.
"Jian, want to go for a walk downstairs?" she asked.
"No, I'm a little tired and want to
go to sleep early ," I shook my head. Of course, I wanted to go for a walk with my sister, but I thought my brother-in-law would probably come along too. The thought of the three of us walking together made me feel like a third wheel, so I refused
.
As expected, seeing I wasn't willing, my sister gave up. She was still wearing a dress, but she put on a coat and went out arm-in-arm with my brother-in-law.
Watching their intimate and sweet backs, I felt even more agitated. My brother-in-law had drunk alcohol after dinner; instead of going to sleep, he was going for a walk with my sister
. The more I thought about it, the angrier I became, as if I were being scorched by a flame. I took off my clothes and went to the bathroom to take a cold
shower.
The May night was slightly cool, and even with the showerhead spraying cold water onto my body, I could still feel a chill. My body began to tremble uncontrollably, but thankfully my mind gradually calmed down, and I felt much better.
After showering, I lay in bed, my thoughts starting to wander again. I couldn't bear to part with my sister, nor did I want to see her with another man, but at this moment, all of that was beyond my control, a reality laid out before me
. The thought that there would be many more similar experiences in the future filled me with utter despair, a feeling no less than torture, and I began to feel
fear.
At that moment, I desperately wanted to go home, to escape from here. Lost in my chaotic thoughts, I drifted into a painful, confused state, not even noticing when my sister returned from her walk.
"Ah Jian, you're probably still
awake, ? I bought you some food, here you go." My sister came into my room; she had brought me some snacks. "I'm not asleep yet, thank you,
sister." I got up and walked towards my sister.
As I got closer, I noticed a faint blush on her delicate face, a light blush blooming on her flawless white skin, like peach blossoms floating on clear lake water. A few strands of hair on her forehead were slightly disheveled, damp with a little sweat.
How could she sweat so much from a walk? It wasn't hot at night, I wondered. I absentmindedly took the snacks from my sister's hand, not expecting that the bag containing the snacks also contained a few bottles of drinks. I didn't hold it properly and "thud," the bag and all, fell to
the ground. The sound of the things falling startled me, and I quickly squatted down to pick up the various
snacks .
"Oops, how could you be so careless?" My sister scolded playfully. She was also startled, and gently punched my head with her soft fist before squatting down to help me pick up the snacks.
Wearing a skirt, her squatting posture meant the skirt, barely reaching her knees, couldn't conceal her long, shapely thighs, revealing a stunning expanse of skin under the bright light
. The smooth skin on her thighs, reflecting the light, became translucent, even revealing faint veins, like a delicate work of
art .
My gaze followed the perfect curves of her legs, extending deeper into the space between them. Unfortunately, the light inside the skirt was dim, and I couldn't see clearly. So, I slowly moved closer, lowering my head to find a new angle to peer.
The hazy shadow gradually expanded, and I finally made out her general appearance. My pupils dilated instantly, and my mouth went dry as if my blood had evaporated. Sister, she was
n't wearing underwear ! I had only intended to peek at the color of my sister's underwear, but I never expected to see her most mysterious and private part. This was an unexpected delight I could never have imagined...
At
the base of her snow-white thighs, the most conspicuous feature was undoubtedly the dark, glossy pubic hair, hidden within which was a pink valley extending downwards from her mons pubis, dividing her full vulva into two fleshy mounds.
Wow, it was so beautiful! Although I was terrified that my sister would discover my shameless behavior, I couldn't tear my gaze away. I was stunned, and even my breathing became erratic
. It was the first time I had ever seen a woman's private parts, and under such circumstances, and it was my own sister's! The shameful part that my sister would never have shown me was now
completely exposed to me.
Because my sister was squatting with her legs slightly apart, that tender and alluring cleft was gently parted, like a pink clam about to emerge, writhing slightly and lasciviously, its two labia shyly trying to hide.
I just felt something was off. My sister's full vulva, like her pretty face, was flushed with an ambiguous blush. Her dark pubic hair, like the strands of hair on her forehead, seemed damp with sweat. Was it really that hot
? Sweating on top, sweating down there too... Soon, the snacks on the floor were all picked up. My sister stood up, and seeing my strange, stunned look, she immediately realized what was happening. She instinctively tugged at her skirt to straighten herself, her blush
deepening .
I felt guilty and didn't dare meet her gaze. I hung my head, like a prisoner awaiting judgment, my inner turmoil feeling like a knife repeatedly stabbing me.

"My sister's voice was low but exceptionally gentle. After speaking, she left the room, closing the door behind her. She was gone, but I was still uneasy. I felt something wasn't so simple. Why didn't she blame me? Wasn't she angry that I was peeping at her
? Or did she not notice? That couldn't be...
The hard feeling between my legs interrupted my wild thoughts. Only then did I notice my penis was very erect. The throbbing, suffocating feeling was unbearable; I was actually erect.
How could I have such filthy thoughts about my own sister? It seemed I still retained the last shred of morality. The guilt of lust for a family member overwhelmed me, making me feel nauseous. But this couldn't suppress my urge to release myself
. My sister was so considerate and gentle to me. Although I liked her, I never used her as an object for masturbation. She was such a perfect goddess; I didn't want to ruin the purity of my image of her with my filthy and disgusting desires
."
At the same time, a question began to form in my mind: why wasn't my sister wearing underwear? I remembered seeing the outline of her underwear through her skirt when I looked at her from behind this afternoon; she was still wearing it then.
She hadn't showered tonight, so why would she take off her underwear out of the blue? When did she take it off? I started to think about it. My sister cooked, ate, washed the dishes, went for a walk...
etc. Could it be that she took it off while she was walking with her brother-in-law
?
"No, no," I shook my head, laughing self-deprecatingly at this absurd guess. How could she have taken off her underwear while walking?
But somehow, my intuition told me that this was very likely, and I couldn't find any other suitable time. The more I thought about it, the more confused I became, and then all sorts of strange guesses flooded
my mind . All sorts of illogical and baseless guesses entangled me, my head throbbed, and my groin ached uncomfortably. I tossed and turned in bed, unable to
fall asleep.
Finally, drowsiness crept in, and through my hazy vision, I saw my sister. She wore a gentle smile, as serene and elegant as a celestial maiden descended to earth, walking towards me.
But then I saw my brother-in-law. He went to my sister's side and embraced her, and my sister obediently nestled in his arms. Why? Why could this man possess my sister? Why? Why couldn't my sister belong to
me? I wanted to go over, but an invisible barrier blocked my way. I pounded on it, wanting to shout at it, but my throat was dry, unable to utter a sound. I could only watch helplessly as my brother-in-law took my sister away from me…
…
No! Suddenly, I woke up with a start, my forehead covered in cold sweat. It was just a dream, but the agonizing helplessness, like being strangled by iron clamps, felt so real. I glanced at the time; it was already late at night. Because of the turmoil in my heart, I didn't want to sleep

anymore . I got out of bed to go to the bathroom. Passing my sister's bedroom, the thought of her sleeping in bed with that man filled me with an indescribable bitterness. On a whim, I pressed my face against the door, wanting to listen to what was happening inside. The air seemed to be silent except for the solitary, powerful beat of my own heart. It was so late; the two of them must be asleep. I waited a long time before finally hearing my brother-in-law's deep, slow snores . I felt a mixture of disappointment and relief, two conflicting emotions. I didn't know what I wanted to hear, or what I was afraid to hear … The bathroom light was too bright, making me feel extremely uncomfortable having just come from darkness. I finished urinating with my eyes closed. As I flushed the toilet and prepared to leave, my gaze was drawn to the sink on the washing machine in the corner. There were unwashed clothes there. I immediately saw the beige dress my sister had worn during the day, now crumpled up and tucked under my brother-in-law's shirt. There must be more than just these few pieces of clothing. I walked over and reached into the washbasin, carefully rummaging through it like panning for gold at the bottom of a riverbed. Sure enough, I found what I wanted most : a pair of light blue silk panties, layers of lace trim, adorned with tiny floral embellishments. The fabric felt smooth and of excellent quality. When unfolded and held in my palm, they looked quite petite. I really didn't know how my sister's round, perky buttocks could fit into such exquisite panties. It was my sister's most private undergarment, the one I had repeatedly kissed on her beautiful vulva, doing things I never even dared to dream of. I felt inexplicably excited . I turned the panties inside out, trying to catch the scent left by my sister's private parts, but I found several not-quite-dried stains. At first, I thought it was my sister's secretions, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be semen . "I cursed out loud, thankfully I didn't lick it directly. I finally understood why my sister wasn't wearing underwear after her walk that night! My sister and brother-in-law's outing after dinner wasn't just a simple walk; after they found a place to make love, my sister put on her underwear, but it was accidentally soiled by the semen that hadn't been wiped clean, so she took it off again . Thinking back to later, when my sister went to the supermarket to buy me snacks, she wasn't even wearing underwear, and there was still fresh semen left in her vagina, I felt a pang of heartache . I really didn't want to believe that beneath my sister's beautiful and elegant exterior, there was actually a lewd side, but she could never show it to me. My sister, whom I had always deeply loved, was now like a mirror shattered, turning into pieces that could never be put back together. I also crumbled along with those pieces, no longer wanting to uphold that ridiculous purity of affection. All ethics and morality collapsed at this moment, like a dam breaking, and the long-suppressed desire finally found an outlet ." I frantically rummaged through the sink, pulling out the light green bra. Like the panties, it was embroidered with exquisite lace, and red flowers adorned the rims of the cups, making it look exceptionally alluring and seductive. How sexy and tempting it must have been when it supported my sister's two full breasts. I stuck out my tongue and licked the inside of the cups, smelling the faint milky scent, as if I were sucking on my sister's nipples. What would my sister's nipples look like? Would they be the same pink color as her vulva ? It must taste so good to suck on them. I was so jealous of my brother-in-law. He had my angelic sister all to himself. He could do everything I wanted to do to her, while I could only hide in the bathroom alone at night, using my sister's underwear to relieve this long-suppressed, unrevealed desire. I never imagined I would fall into such an endless abyss. I must look wretched and pathetic now; yesterday's me would surely despise and scorn today's me. But it doesn't matter anymore. When I succumbed to lust in a single moment, I was destined to embark on a path . I held my sister's bra in one hand, masturbating my penis with abandon, while the other hand gripped her dress, inhaling deeply the lingering fragrance— the scent of my sister that I knew so well. "Sister... Sister..." I growled, my eyes bloodshot, a strange, beast-like sound emanating from my throat. My hand moved faster and faster, masturbating my penis with the bra, ignoring the occasional sting from the lace trim on my penis. Lust made me ecstatic .

Amidst a tingling pleasure, I shuddered, and thick streams of semen shot out, spraying onto my sister's bra
.
I stared blankly as a pool of semen flowed onto the red pattern on the bra cup, like a white lotus enveloped by a raging inferno, burning away the unspeakable sin.

"Haha..." My physical desires were relieved, but the pent-up emotions in my heart only intensified. I could only laugh like a madman. I didn't know if I had betrayed myself or my sister; I only knew the bathroom light was incredibly glaring. Otherwise, why would tears uncontrollably stream down my face as I laughed...
? [Chapter Two]

Falling into boundless fantasy, yet tightly bound by helpless reality, I could only laugh sadly, clearly feeling the splitting of my self.
As the laughter faded, I felt as if all my strength had been drained, collapsing against the wall and slowly sliding down to the wet floor
.
The air was thick with the pungent, fishy smell of semen. Looking at the battered bra still clutched tightly in my hand, I knew my feelings for my sister could never be pure.
I struggled to my feet, everything in my vision blurring. I walked like a deflated balloon, stumbling and nearly bumping into the doorframe
. Finally, I reached my room and collapsed onto the bed. Fine beads of sweat trickled down my forehead, my head felt like it was about to explode, as if an old-fashioned train was rumbling inside…
When
I regained some consciousness, it was the next day. In my drowsy state, I felt a soft, delicate hand gently touching my forehead. The cool touch of the fingertips soothed my burning head.
Opening my eyes, I saw a familiar figure sitting beside my bed, her beautiful face showing signs of fatigue. One hand touched my forehead to check my temperature, while the other pulled the blanket
up . "Ah Jian, you're
awake? I was just about to wake you up to go to the hospital." Seeing me awake, my sister immediately greeted me anxiously, her eyes filled with worry. "
What's wrong?" I asked weakly, still confused, as if I had blacked out from drinking.
"You have a fever, you know? This morning I saw you sleeping the whole time, and you didn't respond no matter how I called you. When I touched your forehead, it was so hot, it scared me
half to death ."
So you had a fever. But it's no wonder, you took a cold shower yesterday, and then secretly masturbated in the bathroom in the middle of the night. It's normal to catch a cold and get a fever.
I finally understood why my head was hurting so much, and my whole body felt heavy as if it were filled with lead. The only comfort was that the pain in my heart had lessened a bit.
"Your brother-in-law had to leave early this morning, and we didn't know you had a fever then. Sigh, I called him to come back and drive you to
the hospital together." My sister said, standing up and taking out her phone to make a call. "Sister...
no, no need..." I responded weakly.
What happened in the bathroom last night is still vividly etched in my mind, so much so that I'm feeling lost and helpless right now, unsure how to face her.
"How can you do this? Go to the hospital for an IV drip; that will bring the fever down
faster," my sister insisted on taking me to the hospital. "I don't...
I don't want to move right now. Do we have any medicine at home? I'll take...I'll take some and then sleep it off." With that, I burrowed deeper into the covers, hiding my head. Then I heard my sister call my brother-in-law.
It seemed he did have an urgent matter at work and couldn't come back to drive me to the hospital. My sister was anxious and argued with him for a bit; I couldn't hear the details clearly through the blankets. Finally, my sister hung up the phone, displeased.
"Ah Jian, then take your medicine. If you don't feel better by tonight, you must go to the hospital,
okay?" My sister patted my blanket, her voice soft and apologetic. "Hmm..." I shifted halfway out of bed, about to rest my head on the headboard, when my sister sat down beside me and gently supported my arm, letting my head rest on her shoulder. Then she carefully fed me
my medicine . My cheek rested on my sister's rounded, jade-like shoulder, inhaling her delicate, fragrant scent. The fire in my head burned even hotter, but the restlessness in my heart intensified, and all my mischievousness surfaced

. I looked up at my sister's beautiful face. Her hair was styled in a bun, her gentle and quiet elegance captivating. A few strands of hair fell down, brushing against my ear. I gently blew on them.
"Don't move,
take your medicine ." Sensing my misbehavior, my sister gently scolded me, but a slight blush appeared on her pretty face. I remembered our childhood play; she had always been very ticklish.
I obediently leaned against my sister, and after I swallowed the two capsules handed to me by her slender hand, she fed me half a bowl of porridge for breakfast.
"Take your medicine and get some sleep
." My sister got up and helped me back into bed, tucking me in and looking at me as she spoke. Perhaps I was truly exhausted, or perhaps for some other reason, but I didn't respond. I just gazed at her longingly, the burning sensation in my head emboldening me, my gaze
lingering .
My sister met my gaze, a flicker of surprise in her beautiful eyes, but her gaze quickly softened. My
sister had been busy taking care of me since morning, not even changing her clothes, just wearing a white lace nightgown. The hem of the dress reached mid-calf, concealing her shapely figure, leaving only a half-concealed
allure. Looking at the white skin peeking through the openwork patterns of the nightgown, a different shade of white from the fabric, like a cup of warm milk poured onto pure white snow, the two slowly merging into a harmonious
beauty.
The dazzling white light drew closer, growing larger and larger. I felt my fever intensify; was I even hallucinating?
Then, I felt a soft, warm body pressed tightly against mine, a dreamlike experience. But the smooth, snow-white skin told me it was real—it was my sister. She had snuggled into the covers and was holding
me. "Sister...
sister, what...what are you doing?" My words betrayed my panic. My sister's sudden, alluring gesture left me bewildered.
"When you were little and had a fever, I held you like this too. I made you sweat, and the fever went down."

"That was before, it's not...different now..." I whispered, even swallowing slowly and carefully, because everything I did now felt ambiguous, even awkward. "What's different? You're still my brother, and I'll always be your
sister." With that, my sister chuckled softly, pulling me closer, her body becoming even softer.
Her laughter lingered in my ears, slowly seeping into every cell of my body, melting away the awkwardness between us.
We embraced face to face, or rather, she embraced me one-sidedly. I lay there like a wooden stake, my hands pressed against my sides, afraid to move lest I touch something I shouldn't
. My sister was so close, I could even feel the warm, fragrant breath she exhaled, but her hair obscured most of her face, so I couldn't see her expression and wonder if her feelings were as complex and indescribable as mine
.
My hands, resting at my sides, were a little sore and numb. I wanted to improve blood circulation, so I carefully slid my hands along her body, and somehow they slowly touched my sister's. My fingertips gently pressed against her soft body through her thin nightgown.
I tentatively pressed down a few times, then one hand caressed her willow-leaf-like, slender waist, and the other her smooth, jade-like
back . I swear my initial intention was just to hug my sister briefly and then let go, but once my hands truly touched the softness of her body, I couldn't bear
to let go.
I held her tightly, as if I wanted to meld her entire body into mine, her full breasts pressing against my chest, the soft yet elastic sensation driving me almost mad.
"Mmm..." My sister probably felt a little pain, letting out a soft, muffled
groan . That soft, sweet moan, so delicate and endearing, was like an aphrodisiac to me
. All sorts of desires surged restlessly within me, just like last night when I molested her in the bathroom with her underwear. Without reason to protect me, my moral compass seemed utterly fragile.
My sister's alluring, sexy body was in my arms; her white neck tempted my bloodlust. I was about to lose control, wanting to act like a wild beast, driven solely by my desires, to possess her without restraint!
The intense lust made my head burn even more fiercely. I began to breathe heavily, my erect penis grinding against her legs through her clothes, like a venomous snake desperately seeking its
lair . At that moment, I wanted to tear her nightgown to shreds. I wanted to see clearly this sister I had adored and worshipped since childhood. I wanted to see her completely exposed, I wanted to see every
inch of her body.
I wanted to hold her, kiss her, caress her, possess her, and ravage her. Now, with just a little ruthlessness, I could have it all!
"Ah Jian..." My sister called my name, subtly shifting her body to avoid my
advances . Her hair was no longer obscuring her face, and I could see her ethereal features clearly. The tenderness in her beautiful eyes held a
profound meaning I couldn't decipher. "Stop it. I know you're feeling unwell. Get some sleep, and your fever will definitely go down..."

My sister's words were like a mother comforting a mischievous child, gentle and considerate, like a spring of melting snow extinguishing my burning lust.
I recalled the moments we shared. From childhood to adulthood, my sister had always protected me. Her kindness towards me was as
countless .
But why do I always feel the urge to hurt her because of my own desires?
I just can't bring myself to do it...
"Sister...
I'm sorry..." I whispered, my eyes inexplicably welling up with tears.
I felt my sister's tense body relax. We didn't need many words; we both understood what had almost happened.
"It's okay, you're my brother,
I... how could I blame you?" My sister choked slightly. She sat up a little, looking down at me. Her eyes were also glistening with
tears .
Because of my angle and her current position, I could see that two buttons on her collar were accidentally undone, leading from her snowy neck to her delicate collarbone, and then deeper still—I saw an even more alluring secret.
Two full, jade-like breasts, firm even without a bra, seemed to exude a sweet, milky fragrance. Of course, the most captivating feature was
undoubtedly . The pale pink areolas accentuated my sister's round, lustrous nipples. Her nipples, while pink, possessed a mature vibrancy, pure yet undeniably sexy, tempting one to reach out and tease
them .
I finally got a full view of my sister's breasts. Though I'd never seen any other woman's, I was certain my sister's breasts were the most beautiful in the world.
Although I was captivated by their exquisite beauty, I felt no
lust . "Sister, your buttons
are undone," I reminded her, though I was incredibly reluctant. I wished time could stand still so I could admire them forever...
"Mmm..." My sister blushed, quickly adjusting her collar, her full breasts heaving rapidly.
She held me in the same position, but for some reason, being held by her felt even more comfortable now. The warmth emanating from her body soothed the inexplicable
restlessness in my heart. "Sleep...
sleep..." my sister murmured softly.
My eyelids grew heavy, my senses dulled, and all I could hear was my sister's soft moaning. I felt as if I had transformed into a soft feather, and she was the gentle breeze, enveloping me and slowly lifting me away into the distance.

In my dream, I vaguely heard someone arguing. I opened my eyes groggily, wanting to hug my sister, but found my arms empty; she was no longer beside me, though her
scent lingered on the bed.
I tried to clear my head; the fever seemed to be subsiding. I glanced at the time—it was already 1 PM.
"Why didn't you wake me for
lunch ?" I'd only had some porridge in the morning, and now that I was awake, my stomach was rumbling. I struggled to get out of bed, swaying for a while before regaining my footing, and slowly walked out of
the room.
My sister's bedroom door was closed. Just as I was about to push it open to see if she was there, I heard voices inside, some of them speaking urgently.
"I already said no, aren't you annoying
me ?!" It was my sister's voice. Why was she so agitated? I rarely saw her, usually so gentle, get this angry. "Hiccup~
What... what do you mean no? You say no and you just say no? You've been nagging me all morning... nagging me!!! I rushed over here right after having lunch with a client, are you trying to make me come all this way for nothing? Hiccup~"
This voice that annoyed me was also familiar; it was my brother-in-law's. But I didn't expect that he, who seemed so refined, would use "I" so often. And judging from his tone, he must have just finished drinking with a client.
"I called you here to take Ah Jian to the hospital, not to do this nonsense
!"
What nonsense? My sister's words puzzled me. I leaned closer to the door to listen more carefully.
"Damn it, your brother's already asleep, what the hell are you going to the hospital for? Hiccup~ Besides, I'm doing something important, how did it become such a mess!"

I never expected my brother-in-law to swear at my sister. Damn it, this bastard dared to yell at my sister! My feelings for him plummeted, even though I never really liked him to begin with. "Ah!!
Let me go..." My sister's voice suddenly rose, like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on. My heart jumped into my throat. Did that bastard hit my sister?

I couldn't listen anymore. My already feverish head was burning even hotter. I had to cripple him! I turned the doorknob and opened the door; it wasn't
locked . But the scene inside wasn't the fight I'd imagined
...
I spotted my sister immediately. She was almost completely naked, half-lying on the headboard with her hands raised above her head. A closer look shocked me even more; her wrists were bound to a hole in the headboard behind her, secured by her own lace panties.
My brother-in-law was right next to her, his back to me, admiring her with satisfaction. Even from a distance, I could smell the alcohol emanating from him. I wondered how much he'd drunk to be
acting ! "Ah...
are you really sick? Let me go!" My sister was genuinely angry; I rarely heard her swear.
She twisted her half-naked body, trying to break free of her restraints, her long, beautiful legs kicking wildly on the bed, but to no avail.
My beautiful and elegant sister was now bound like a prisoner awaiting punishment, forced to endure
the humiliation ! She was only covered by a white silk nightgown that had been torn down to her waist, her full breasts completely exposed. Her breasts were beautiful from every angle—round, white, full, and firm, without a
trace of sagging.
Soon, a pair of large hands covered her high breasts, shattering this exquisite scene. My brother-in-law wantonly kneaded and played with them, sometimes flattening them, sometimes stretching them, and then instantly springing back to their full, round shape when released.
Although my brother-in-law had his back to me, he was positioned to my sister's right, so he didn't block my view. The shocking scene before me made my heart pound. Was my sister about to have sex with him
? It's normal for a married couple to do this, but why start in broad daylight? And why was my sister tied up? What did he take her for
? I had a feeling that my sister was being raped by her husband.
Damn it! My dazed mind finally snapped back to reality. I didn't come here to witness this live sex show; I came to rescue my sister! She was clearly being "abused"!
My sister's hair covered her face, her eyebrows were furrowed, and she bit her rosy lower lip with her teeth. Her face was full of reluctance as she was forced to accept her brother-in-law's caresses and fondling of her body
. However, when I pushed the door open completely and came into my sister's view, an indescribable look of shock appeared on her face. After a gasp, she immediately twisted her body closer to my brother-in-law, using his broad body to cover her half-naked
body .
"Little slut, why are you suddenly so proactive? Can't hold back anymore?" My brother-in-law's words revealed excitement. Seeing my sister rubbing against him, he assumed she was aroused.
When I heard him use such an insulting term as "little slut" to describe my sister, I was furious. Damn it, he tied my sister up, stripped her almost naked, and then insulted
her! This bastard doesn't treat my sister like a wife at all. Is she just a plaything to him
? I grabbed the broom next to the door, ready to go in and beat him.
"No, don't come in!" My sister shouted frantically as she saw me entering the room.
I froze. Why...
... "What, what's wrong? You can't even handle one finger? I'll give you another one to enjoy
!" My brother-in-law, drunk and with diminished senses, was completely unaware of what was happening. He was reaching down and groping my sister's genitals.
I saw my brother-in-law's prominent, dark arm rapidly thrusting between my sister's two snow-white legs, making a "gurgling... gurgling..." sound, like water churning while brushing teeth.
My sister seemed to be trying to stop her husband's actions, her long legs constantly clamping and swinging, but with his relentless thrusting, she quickly lost her strength, her body heaving violently, her legs
spreading . And I finally saw clearly that my sister's tender vulva was glistening, the pink opening stretched open by my brother-in-law's left index and middle fingers, a large amount of vaginal fluid being stirred up, forming white foam, flowing out in a large puddle on the sheets
.
Get out of there. "My sister looked very weak, but she still urged me to leave anxiously, her voice almost pleading.
I saw the stubborn expression on her pretty face, hiding a humiliation she didn't want me to see, and my heart ached for
her even more. 'What, you don't like your fingers because they're too thin? Fine, then I'll feed
you with my cock!'
My brother-in-law had already taken off his pants, and before I could react, he was already between my sister's legs, thrusting his hips down hard.
'Mmm... ah...' My sister raised her head high, letting out a long, soft moan. My brother-in-law was clearly even more excited, and he began thrusting his hips without stopping, but to me, it sounded more like a cry of anguish, like a sharp sword piercing my
heart . 'Quick...
get out, please... ah... ah...' My brother-in-law pressed his entire body against my sister, blocking our line of sight. My sister and I couldn't see each other, but I knew she was still saying those words to me."
Seeing my sister being treated like this, I couldn't bear it and wanted to go in and stop it, but after hearing her pleading again and again, I hesitated and didn't know what to do.
"Why are you so
temperamental today! Aren't you always clinging to me and wanting it?" My brother-in-law's voice rose considerably, clearly my sister's body was giving him immense pleasure, and his tone was becoming distorted with pleasure. From behind my brother-in-law, I saw that my sister's two slender legs were hoisted onto his shoulders, as if he had captured a rich trophy, enjoying his captive
sister to the fullest.
My sister's two delicate legs swayed helplessly up and down on my brother-in-law's shoulders, her fair and lovely feet drawing one alluring arc after another. While my brother-in-law thrust his hips forcefully, he would often turn his head to nibble on my sister's toes, which were painted with pink nail polish.
My sister is ticklish, especially her toes. When we were kids, I would often tickle her toes during playful fights, which always made her giggle. But I never imagined that one day, as an adult, I would see her toes used as a
tool to please another man. "Mmm...
ah...mmm ah..." Despite her best efforts to endure, my sister couldn't help but let out a few soft moans. Being played with in front of her brother, she could still feel incredibly good. Her glistening toes, suspended in the air, clenched tightly, seemingly proclaiming boundless pleasure.
I never expected my sister's moans to be so enchanting and captivating. They sounded soft and weak, yet carried a continuous tremor, like cat claws scratching at my heart, arousing a desire to ravage her.

My brother-in-law was greatly encouraged by my sister's moans. He lowered her two beautiful legs from his shoulders, then bent over and thrust downwards with all his might, his hips slamming fiercely with each stroke, as if he
had a grudge against the sister beneath him.
The bed creaked and groaned, accompanied by the squelching sounds of fluids being squeezed, and the crisp sounds of flesh colliding were continuous, creating a symphony of lewdness.
However, my brother-in-law's breathing soon became heavy; maintaining this high-frequency thrusting was clearly exhausting. He gradually slowed his movements and then untied my sister's bound
wrists . "Come on, let's change
positions!" I thought my brother-in-law had a change of heart and was going to release my sister, but his words made me realize that untying her was just a way to continue toying with her.
"No..." My sister's voice was trembling with a weak sob, her hands covering her face so I wouldn't see it.
"No my ass, turn over and
lie face down !" My brother-in-law cursed. My sister tried to stand up, but my brother-in-law grabbed her right hand and yanked her hard. My sister stumbled, her light body falling back down. Now she was facing me, who was standing in the doorway, her buttocks sticking
out against the headboard.
"Don't look, ah..." My sister and I looked at each other again. Seeing that I was still there, she seemed about to collapse, closing her eyes in pain, only muttering incessantly.
"What do you mean 'don't look, don't look'? It's so noisy! I've seen every part of your body, what are you pretending to be
innocent for!"
After saying that, my brother-in-law reached out and gave my sister's snow-white, round buttocks a sharp slap. The sound was crisp, and a humiliating handprint was immediately branded on her fair buttocks.
Then he moved closer to my sister's snowy buttocks, clearly preparing for a rear-entry position. He would inevitably turn around, and wouldn't I be seen? "

Get out... get out..." My sister was even more panicked than I was, trying to roll over to stall, but my brother-in-law reached out and pressed down on her slender waist, rendering her immobile. My original intention in entering the room was to settle scores with my brother-in-law, but for some reason, I hesitated now, my first reaction being that I couldn't let him see
me! My sister was still pleading, "Get out... get out... get out..."
I gritted my teeth, like a defeated warrior, and finally retreated, dejectedly slipping out of the room and closing the door behind me.
Before the door was fully closed, I peeked at my sister one last time through the crack. My beautiful and elegant sister was now lying on the bed like a female dog, her buttocks raised high to meet the thrusts of the man behind her...
Perhaps my brother-in-law felt that my sister had been disobedient to him all day and found her noisy, so he picked up the underwear that had just been tied around her wrists and stuffed it into my sister's
mouth !
"Ugh..." she groaned indistinctly, with glistening saliva constantly dripping from the corners of her mouth. I had never seen my sister so humiliated and wanton. She, who had always been pampered, was willing to be humiliated and played with like this, letting a man take what he wanted...
Why? Why did this happen
? I repeatedly asked myself these questions, various indescribable feelings surging within my fragile body. I couldn't bear to watch any longer. The door slammed shut, leaving only a coward isolated in his own world. The crack through which light shone through disappeared, but how could the bleeding wound in my heart ever heal...
?

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