My Sister's Lover

Chapter 1 of "My Sister's Lover "

: I was an athlete. I won the National Games at fifteen, the Olympics at eighteen, the World Championships at twenty, and achieved a Grand Slam at twenty-three. With nothing more to pursue, I retired.
Yes, I was an athlete.
Ring ring ring! "Hello? What's up?"
"Oh, nothing, just asking if you've found a job yet?"
"I sent out my resume, not sure if they'll accept it, waiting for a reply at home."
"Hey, I say, with your qualifications, why don't you become a gigolo? It's comfortable, and the money comes quickly..."
"Get lost!"
I cursed irritably, then hung up. I took out my cigarette case to get a cigarette, only to find it empty.
Okay, I admit I lied. I'm just a college graduate from a second-rate vocational school. My biggest problems right now are not finding a job and not having money for cigarettes.
Knock knock knock! I cautiously knocked on the door in front of me. A pink sign on it read in cute handwriting: "Older men and perverts are not allowed inside."
After waiting for a while with no response, I knocked three more times, still no reaction. I started to get impatient and began banging on the door repeatedly.
Finally, after almost a minute of knocking, the door opened, and a petite girl in pink pajamas poked her head out, angrily shouting, "Are you crazy?!"
I smiled nonchalantly at her, "I'm not crazy, I just don't have any money."
The girl frowned and coldly asked, "What is it?"
I spread my hands and smiled, "Lend me a hundred yuan."
"No way." With that, she slammed the door shut.
She is my sister, my own sister, named Wang Yuyan. Hey, don't misunderstand, she's not Murong Fu's cousin. But she's as beautiful as that fairy-like beauty.
She's sixteen years old this year, but only about 1.5 meters tall, with a round face and two long ponytails, looking like a little girl. Although she looks petite, one part of her body is unusually large. Yes, of course, it's her breasts. Every time I see those two soft mounds of flesh on her chest stretching her clothes as if they're about to burst, I always think she's stuffing two little white rabbits inside.
My sister not only looks like a child, but her temperament and personality are also like a child's. Her favorite colors are pink and sky blue, and her favorite thing is lace. She'll have a lovesick look whenever she sees something cute.
Every day after school, she hides in her room and spends a lot of time dressing up, and I often hear voices coming from her room. One time, I finally couldn't resist my curiosity and peeked through the crack in the door. Good heavens, she was changing her doll's clothes while talking to it...
From then on, I never went into her room again unless necessary, for fear of catching her innocent idiocy.
As the saying goes, a ten-year age gap is like a generation gap. Although I'm seven years older than my sister, we're like people from completely different worlds. She lives in her pink lace world, while I live in a doghouse filled with the smell of smoke and feet.
So she looked down on me, thinking I was unsophisticated. When classmates came to visit, she would always kick me out, as if I were a disgusting cockroach. Her pink-clad classmates would hate me along with her.
I knew she wouldn't lend me money, but when my nicotine craving hit, I felt so uncomfortable, unable to sit or stand still. Thinking that I was already twenty-three, asking my mom for money was too embarrassing to ask. Reluctantly, I picked up the newspaper on the table, opened the job postings section, and started looking carefully. It's really hard for
college graduates to find jobs. Jobs that are too low-level are unappealing, and jobs that are too high-level are beyond my capabilities. I graduated full of ambition, sent out a dozen resumes, but they all disappeared without a trace. Finally, disheartened, I became a shut-in.
There are tons of companies hiring outside, but tens of thousands of young men and women are stuck at home. Sigh, college really does a disservice.
After flipping through a few newspapers, I finally found a job that was passable: a store was hiring a delivery driver, requiring young, strong, and healthy individuals. Well, this job doesn't really fit my identity as an athlete, but unfortunately, it's the only one I can barely accept after looking around.
A month later, payday finally arrived. This was the first time in my life I'd earned money through my own hard work, so I was naturally quite excited. Besides, it'd been almost two months since I broke up with my girlfriend, and if I didn't find a solution soon, I was probably going to explode.
I wouldn't go to places like hair salons or foot massage parlors; they might be cheap, but the women there could be my mothers. The higher-end ones were too expensive, and I didn't really like women older than me, so those young, short -statured schoolgirls were my target.
I rode my motorcycle to the gate of a middle school, just as school was letting out. Seeing groups of girls in sailor uniforms walking out, I was already incredibly excited.
Based on my experience, girls involved in compensated dating are usually secretly passionate, the quiet-looking type with a wild heart. So I specifically stared at those girls; if a girl blushed when I looked at her, it meant there was potential.
I waited at the school gate for almost half an hour, but no one approached me. Just as I was about to leave, feeling disheartened, a young girl suddenly walked over and softly asked, "Are you waiting for someone, brother?"
I looked up and saw that the girl was quite pretty. Her skin was fair and smooth like milk, her face was round, her eyes were big, her nose was upturned, her eyelashes were long, and she had a stylish short haircut. Combined with her dark blue sailor uniform, she exuded the vibrant energy of a young girl in her prime.
I smiled slightly, "Oh, I was waiting for a friend, but he had something to do and couldn't come, so I'm not waiting for him anymore."
The girl smiled sweetly, "Oh, I see. I'm also waiting for a friend, but he couldn't come either. Why don't we go play together?"
This girl spoke so naturally and confidently, without a hint of shyness; she must frequently engage in escort services.
Since she was so open and quite attractive, I readily agreed to her request.
I drove the girl to our usual karaoke bar, where we ate, drank, and sang until about 8 PM. Seeing that it was getting late, and since I was already feeling a bit too excited, I booked a room nearby.
The girl, without any shyness or unease, put her small backpack on the sofa, then sat on the bed, legs together, hands on her knees—a very ladylike pose—and gave me a sweet smile.
I swallowed hard, took off my coat, and asked, "It's been so long, and I still don't know your name."
The girl said, "Just call me Yuanyuan." "
Yuanyuan, that's a nice name. Did your mom name you that?" After asking, I felt incredibly stupid, but it was too late.
Yuanyuan covered her mouth with her hand and giggled, "Big brother, you're so funny."
I cleared my throat casually and then turned on the TV. On TV, some second-tier singer was jumping and swaying while singing some nonsensical songs. I walked to the bedside and sat down next to her. The soft mattress sank in under my weight. Yuanyuan shifted to the side, a smile playing on her lips, but her eyes were glued to the TV, occasionally stealing a glance at me. Although I pretended to watch TV, my little brother was already rock hard, about to explode.
After waiting a while, I reached out and gently pinched her bottom. Yuanyuan seemed to be tickled, bending over and laughing before sitting up straight again.
I couldn't resist any longer. I took off my shoes, got on the bed, and lay down behind her, wrapping my arms around her slender waist and pressing my face against her fair neck, kissing it repeatedly.
Yuanyuan giggled again, but offered no resistance. My right hand slid down her waist, stopping at her thigh, then lifted her dark blue checkered uniform skirt and slipped my fingers inside. My fingers slid back and forth on her cotton panties, making her giggle and her cheeks flush.
I wrapped my left arm around her waist, pulling her back and laying her flat on the bed, then used my right hand to pull aside the edge of her panties and slip my fingers inside.
Damn, this little vixen is really wanton; she got wet after just a few touches.
Seeing her flushed face, I felt even more smug. I parted her labia with my fingers and inserted them, gently thrusting them in and out as the tender flesh of her vagina writhed and squeezed.
"Mmm...mmm..."
Yuanyuan gently closed her eyes, her breathing becoming heavier. I placed my left hand on her smooth, white belly, feeling her rise and fall. Then I pushed her uniform top down to her neck, revealing her pink bra.
Why is she wearing pink, just like my sister? Do all girls like pink?
At that moment, I suddenly thought of my sister, and my already hard little brother twitched again. Damn, this is so perverted.
Uh, I can't wait any longer. I pushed her bra down to her neck, and a pair of soft, white breasts eagerly jumped out, their two red cherries already erect.
Without hesitation, I opened my mouth and took them in, sucking them hard a couple of times, then gently teasing the nipples with my tongue.
"Mmm!"
Yuanyuan let out a long moan. My right hand wasn't idle either, moving in and out of her vagina, occasionally pressing and gently rubbing her clitoris.
More and more nectar flowed from her vagina. Seeing that it was about time, I straightened up and pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees, my hard, iron-like penis gently tapping her rosy cheeks.
Yuanyuan opened her eyes, staring at the thick, long thing in front of her, speechless for a while before finally recovering, chuckling, "So...so big!"
Being praised by the little girl made me feel a little proud. I pressed the head of my penis against her rosy lips, gently nudging it.
Yuanyuan looked up at me, smiled, and then slowly took my penis in. Unfortunately, my penis was too big, and her mouth was too small; even with all my strength, I could only get halfway in.
Her mouth was wet and warm, it felt amazing! It had been so long since I'd been with a woman, and this almost made me ejaculate.
I quickly took a deep breath, calmed myself, and then let out a long sigh. I slowly pulled my penis out, then gently pushed it back in, thrusting back and forth like I was fucking her. Because I used a little too much force, I often hit her throat when I went in, like the soft center of her vagina, which made me feel even more amazing.
"Mmm... ooh... ooh... mmm..."
Yuanyuan moaned as I thrust into her, looking up at me with an innocent gaze.
Wow, that look, combined with that slightly childish face, was just too good to pass the time.
I finally couldn't hold back anymore. After a few quick thrusts, I shot thick, sticky semen into her mouth, making her cough a few times. She reached out her little hand to try to push me away, but I was at the crucial moment, how could I let her succeed? I held the back of her head firmly and shot my semen directly into her throat. She clenched her fists and kept pounding my stomach until all the semen was ejaculated, then gradually stopped.
Afterwards, I felt much better. I pulled my penis out of her mouth and plopped down on the bed.
Yuanyuan wiped her mouth, glanced at me reproachfully, then quickly ran into the bathroom, followed by a violent cough. A
while later, she came out of the bathroom, her face flushed, and said angrily, "How could you do this?"
I lay on the bed, smiling as I pointed to my limp penis. Yuanyuan unconsciously licked her lips, then went over and gently opened her mouth, taking it into her mouth again. This time, however, she took the initiative, sometimes swallowing, sometimes licking, and even gently circling the glans with her tongue.
Wow, this little one's oral skills are pretty good!
Soon my penis hardened again, filling her mouth completely. After a few thrusts, I pulled it out abruptly, opened a drawer, took out a condom, tore open the packaging, and put it on my penis.
Yuanyuan knew it was time to get serious and reached to take off her clothes, but I quickly stopped her: "Don't take them off, just like this." Yuanyuan asked doubtfully, "Just like this?"
At this moment, she was wearing a school sailor uniform with black stockings, a standard high school student outfit, and her face was flushed, her eyes full of lust. What man wouldn't go crazy seeing her?
Without saying a word, I made her bend over on the bed with her back to me, lifted her black uniform skirt, pulled her white cotton panties to the side, revealing her pink little vulva, then pressed the head of my penis against the entrance, moistened it with some nectar, slid it gently a couple of times, and then thrust it in forcefully.
"Ah! It's too big!"
Yuanyuan frowned, her body tensed, and she involuntarily cried out.
A little girl's vulva is just different, it's incredibly tight, slippery and warm, constantly undulating around my penis. Excited, I thrust in and out hard, each time hitting the soft flesh at the very end of her vagina. Unfortunately, her vagina was too shallow; even with the end inside, a large part of my penis remained outside.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm..."
Yuanyuan's petite body swayed back and forth with my thrusts, emitting ambiguous moans.
The tender flesh inside her vagina tightened its grip, and I thrust harder and harder. Yuanyuan bit down on the pillowcase, her small hands gripping the sheets tightly, trying her best to suppress any sound. Her expression was incredibly cute.
"Mmm...mmm...mmm...I'm tired...I can't take it anymore...so tired...mmm..."
Yuanyuan was so exhausted from my fucking that she could no longer support her weight. Her body went limp, and she collapsed onto the bed. I placed my hands beside her, leaned forward, and pressed myself against her, my pubic bone pressed against her buttocks, continuing to thrust forcefully.
"Mmm...I can't take it anymore...I can't take it anymore...ah...it hurts so much..."
Yuanyuan finally couldn't bear it any longer, letting out a series of sobbing moans. She'd probably never felt this good before. But it's understandable; finding a cock as thick and large as mine is really difficult.
Seeing the sailor-uniformed girl beneath me crying as I fucked her only fueled my lust. My thrusts became faster and faster, each one hitting her tender cervix, eliciting soft, plaintive moans.
"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! Ah!"
The girl's moans grew louder and longer, each syllable followed by a long sigh, her brow furrowed, her face flushed—truly both pitiful and arousing.
Finally, after a series of thrusts, Yuanyuan let out a long moan, her jade-like neck arched, her delicate body arched, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, her tender flesh clinging tightly to my penis, and a stream of warm vaginal fluid gushed from her uterus.
It had been a long time since I'd done it, and although I'd already ejaculated once, it was still difficult to last with such a gem. I thrust hard into her tightly closed vagina about ten times, and then ejaculated.
After the passion subsided, the little girl curled up in my arms like a cat. She slept until 11 pm before getting up, leaving her phone number before leaving, and mysteriously saying to me, "You'll have to take care of me often, big brother."
After releasing my pent-up emotions, I felt much better; after all, escort services can't be treated like a girlfriend, so I didn't chat with her on my phone after I got back. About a week later, just when I'd almost forgotten about her, she suddenly called.
I asked, "Little girl, missed me?"
Yuanyuan smiled and said, "Brother, want to come out and play?"
After thinking for a moment, I remembered there was a ball game tonight, so I said, "I have something to do today, let's do it another day."
Just as I was about to hang up, Yuanyuan said, "Brother, a friend of mine is short of money, so..." I knew what she meant even without her saying it, but I heard her continue, "This friend of mine is a virgin, hehe, still a virgin. But, oh, she said she'll only use her hands, so it'll be cheaper."
Only using her hands? What does that mean? But this little girl is really naive. Facing a man who seems like a wild beast, what if he can't control himself and forcibly breaks her hymen? Where can she go to seek justice? Should she accuse him of rape?
After hesitating for a moment, I decided not to suffer that pain.
"Fine, I really have something to do."
Yuanyuan pleaded relentlessly, "Brother, please. My friend is really short of money. This is her first time doing this. I think you're handsome, and... hehe. She's very pretty and cute. You'll definitely be satisfied when you see her. Please help me, please help me."
I felt a pang of anxiety. It's true what they say, there are all sorts of people in this world, even begging for escort services. Oh well, I'm kind-hearted, and I can't help but lend a hand to girls in need.
"Okay, I'll stay at the same place as last time. I've booked a room and am waiting for you. Hurry up, I really have something to do today."
"Thank you, brother!" The little girl hung up the phone excitedly.
I rode my motorcycle to the same little hotel as last time, booked a room, and waited for them. I wondered what kind of girl she was. Judging from Yuanyuan's tone, she seemed even prettier than me. Could she really be a beauty?
Pshaw, a beauty like her doing escort services?
After waiting a while, there was a sudden knock on the door. I quickly stood up, straightened my collar, and walked to the door. Just as I was about to open it, I hesitated, wanting to see what it looked like first.
Looking through the peephole, all I saw was a dark patch of hair; I couldn't see anything else. Just as I was getting anxious, I heard a girl outside say, "Maybe... forget it, I'm so scared."
I was startled; the voice sounded so familiar.
Yuanyuan said, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. That guy is a very nice person, handsome and gentle. I only introduced him to you because he's my best friend. Besides, you're only using your hands, you're not really doing anything, what are you afraid of?"
The girl gave a soft reply, and Yuanyuan turned and knocked again. I hesitated for a moment, then opened the door.
Yuanyuan came in first, giving me a sweet smile: "Big brother, I brought a friend. Please be gentle, don't scare her."
I smiled but didn't say anything. Yuanyuan whispered to me, "She's really pretty." Then she called out, "Come out, don't hide."
I waited expectantly for the girl to come out, but when I saw her, it was like a bolt from the blue, a complete shock.
How could it be my sister? I actually ended up in compensated dating with my own sister?

Chapter Two

My feelings at that moment were indescribable. Meeting my own sister in this situation was incredibly awkward.
My sister was also startled when she saw me. She opened her mouth slightly and stared blankly for a long time before turning around and leaving without saying a word. Yuanyuan thought she had suddenly become shy, so she quickly grabbed her wrist and said, "You're already here, why are you shy?"
She turned to me and smiled, "Brother, my friend is very cute, isn't she? You have to be gentle with her."
My sister struggled to leave, but Yuanyuan pushed her into the room. Yuanyuan stood outside the door and giggled at us, "You guys have fun, I'll wait for you at the coffee shop." After saying that, she slammed the door shut.
Only my sister and I remained in the room. The air seemed to freeze. Our gazes darted around, avoiding each other's eyes. Even when our eyes accidentally met, we'd quickly look away.
An awkward atmosphere always needs someone to break it, and as the older brother, that responsibility naturally fell to me.
I walked stiffly to the bedside, plopped down, cleared my throat, and then, adopting the air of an older brother, said in a deliberately authoritative tone, "Come here."
My sister turned and glanced at me, hesitated for a moment, and then awkwardly walked over. I cleared my throat again and asked coldly, "Are you short of money?"
My sister's lips twitched slightly, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, she shook her head, and then stammered, "Yes...no."
Seeing her frightened yet embarrassed expression, I couldn't help but chuckle. To be honest, after knowing her for so long, this was the first time I'd felt like a real older brother.
The previous awkwardness vanished instantly, and I adopted the air of an older brother, scolding, "At such a young age, instead of studying properly, you're out here learning about compensated dating. If Mom and Dad find out, they'll be heartbroken."
My sister lowered her head, biting her lower lip, and began to sob. Remembering her usual fierce demeanor, I felt an immense sense of satisfaction. After
a while, my sister suddenly realized what I was doing and looked up, asking, "What are you doing here again?"
I was speechless, unsure how to answer, stammering, "That question..." Seeing my inability to answer, my sister became even more energized, taking a step forward and pressing, "Is that the very gentle older brother Yuanyuan mentioned you?"
"I..." After thinking for a long time, I managed to squeeze out, "I am very gentle."
My sister snorted disdainfully, crossed her arms, and plopped down in a chair, her face once again displaying that usual arrogant expression.
I knew this was a contest between my sister and me; whoever lost would never be able to hold their head high again. Yes, even if we lose the argument, we can't lose our morale.
I took a deep breath and shouted, "Get up!"
My sister was startled by my sudden roar. Seeing me staring at her fiercely, a look of fear appeared on her face, and she involuntarily stood up from her chair.
"You... what are you doing?"
I said sternly, "What? You did something wrong, but you think you're right? Can't I, as your older brother, say something to you?" My
sister pretended to be calm and said, "You came here to... solicit a prostitute..." Her cheeks flushed red, and she stammered for a long time, too embarrassed to say the last word.
I quickly interjected, "Now it's your problem. Your brother is already twenty-three, it's normal for him to go out and have fun. But you're different, you're only sixteen, still in school. Aren't you afraid of being embarrassed if word gets back to school about you doing compensated dating?"
My sister was speechless after my barrage of words. All her usual sharp tongue had vanished, her face flushed red and then pale. After a long while, she timidly said, "You...you won't...tell Mom and Dad, will you?" Of
course, I wouldn't be stupid enough to tell my parents. That would be tantamount to admitting that I was doing compensated dating younger girls.
"Such a serious problem, of course I have to tell Mom and Dad." I decided to scare her a little first, but my sister got flustered. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she shouted at me, "Fine, if you tell Mom and Dad, I'll tell them about you too."
"What do I have to say?"
"It's...it's...about you coming here."
I jumped up, walked to the door, gripped the handle, and shouted, "Fine, let's go home now and see who Mom and Dad scold!"
My sister thought I was serious. Her face showed fear, and she stood there motionless. Her eyes reddened again, and after a while, she bit her lower lip and began to sob softly.
Oh yeah, I won!
I turned around and went back, sat down on the edge of the bed, and said softly to her, "Sit down." My sister hesitated for a moment, then sat down in the chair, sobbing.
I asked her curiously, "Didn't you save a lot of money? Why are you doing this?"
My sister wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, reached into her bag, took out a photo, and handed it to me.
I took it and saw it was a promotional photo of a pink dress. While I thought my sister's clothes were already quite extravagant, compared to this dress, it was nothing. The glamorous feel of it was something no normal person could wear out in public.
But I believed that if it were my sister, she could definitely wear it.
"What does this mean?"
my sister asked timidly. "It's the latest dress from Baby Dress Shop, specially made, only one available, priced at 2500 yuan. I think I want it."
This was the second bolt from the blue I'd been struck by today. It was unbelievable that someone would actually engage in compensated dating for a strange dress.
"You actually... went out for escort services just for a dress?"
my sister said excitedly. "This isn't just any dress; it's a dress designed by Peter, the chief designer at Baby, priced at 2500 yuan. It's really cheap; so many girls want to buy it but can't. Luckily, I'm a regular customer, so I paid 1000 yuan to reserve it in advance. If I hadn't quickly come up with 1500 yuan, this dress would have been snatched up."
My sister became more and more agitated as she spoke, and my mouth gaped wider and wider. We're siblings, only seven years apart, how come we live in such different worlds?
After a long while, I finally asked, "Then... then why didn't you ask Mom and Dad for it?" To be honest, this question was pointless. Mom and Dad are so stingy, how could they possibly give her 1500 yuan to buy some worthless dress?
My sister shook her head.
"So...you've come to do compensated dating?"
My sister blushed deeply when I mentioned the word "compensated dating," lowered her head, and whispered, "I didn't mean to. I was going to borrow from friends, but I only managed to get 900 yuan. Yuanyuan said she had a way, but who knew it would be compensated dating..." Her voice trailed off at the last two words.
I cursed inwardly. My sister was so innocent and naive; she would never have thought of compensated dating. It was that brat! She'd fallen into prostitution and was dragging my sister down with her—how despicable! I'd have to teach her a lesson sometime.
After thinking for a moment, I said to her, "Go get your deposit back. Don't buy it."
My sister was startled and quickly asked, "Why?"
"Is it worth making such a huge sacrifice for a dress? You're still a child; you'll regret it when you grow up. Be good, listen to your brother, get your deposit back." I patiently reasoned with her like an adult. But she was completely unmoved and insisted on buying the dress. I couldn't help but fly into a rage, shouting, "If you keep doing this, I'll tell Mom and Dad, and see what they say!"
Seeing my sudden outburst, my sister pouted and began to sob pitifully.
Seeing her pathetic state, my heart softened. After all, she was my own sister. Although she now ignored me, ten years ago she used to follow me around, calling me "Brother, Brother!"
Ah, time is cruel; that snotty-nosed little girl has grown into a graceful young woman. But then again, I, as her brother, haven't really cared about my sister. I've never bought her a single gift, not even for her birthday.
I hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Still 600 yuan short?"
My sister paused, then nodded. I took out my wallet, pulled out six crisp 100-yuan bills, and handed them to her. This was all the money I had left
. My sister seemed quite surprised, her two big, red, tear-filled eyes staring at me, forgetting to take the money.
I waved the money around and said, "Take it, what are you staring at?" My sister hesitated for a moment, then reached out and took it, saying softly, "Thank you."
"You can't do this again. If you have anything to talk about, you can talk to me, understand?"
"Okay." My sister nodded gently.
The matter seemed to be resolved, and the room fell silent again. My sister and I didn't usually talk much, and now we didn't know what to say.
I sat on the edge of the bed, pretending to be relaxed, but out of the corner of my eye, I was secretly observing my sister. I saw her clutching the six hundred-yuan bills in her hand, constantly rubbing them, indicating that she felt the same way I did—very…very…
this feeling is really hard to express.
But to be honest, my sister had dressed up especially for today, wearing a pink dress, her two ponytails slightly curled, her face rosy, she was undeniably cute.
If she hadn't bumped into my hand, she'd probably be masturbating some lewd old man right now.
Those little hands were white and tender, almost translucent, with a rosy glow, looking plump and soft. Holding a penis in them must feel incredibly good. Although her figure was so petite, her breasts were ridiculously large; holding one in my arms would be like holding a porcelain doll, it would be incredibly pleasurable.
As I was lost in these wild thoughts, my penis unconsciously began to rise, creating a small tent in my pants.
At that moment, my sister whispered to me, "Let's go back."
She got up to leave, and without thinking, I reached out and grabbed her slender, soft wrist. My sister was startled, turned around, and looked at me with a puzzled expression.
I was also taken aback. Why did I do that? I knew what I was thinking subconsciously, but she was my own sister.
So what if she was my sister? Wasn't she still out doing compensated dating? If she hadn't bumped into me, wouldn't she have been masturbating for some man?
But I'm her brother, I'm her brother, doing this would hurt her.
Screw brother, does she even consider me her brother?
Reason and desire were locked in a fierce battle. I knew what I was doing was wrong, but the more I tried to stop thinking about it, the more I thought about it. The incest novels I'd read online instantly took over my mind, and my penis grew harder and harder.
Actually, all that thinking only lasted a moment. My sister, seeing me frowning and then grimacing, couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
Men, after all, are ultimately driven by their lower instincts. Once desire strikes, it's like a tsunami—unstoppable. In the end, my rationality gave way. I cleared my throat and said, "You... what are you here for?"
My sister blushed and hurriedly asked, "What do you mean?"
"I..." It was really hard to say, but I gritted my teeth and said it anyway: "I gave you 600 yuan, what are you going to do about it?"
My sister's mouth slowly opened, staring at me in disbelief. Her brows furrowed, and she said in surprise, "You... are my brother, and I am your sister. How could you..."
Anyway, I had already said it, so I went for it.
"What's wrong with you, little sister? Even brothers keep clear accounts. This is money I worked hard to earn. You just called me 'brother' and took it so easily. Besides, why don't you usually call me 'brother'?"
"But...but..." My sister's brows furrowed, her expression one of utter astonishment. "We're siblings, this is...disgusting..."
I grabbed her wrist and pulled it back, saying, "What does it matter? It's just a matter of using your hands. Just treat me like your doll, let's play a game."
"How can that be the same!"
Seeing that my soft approach wasn't working, I reached out and shouted, "Fine, give me back my money."
I knew that the dress was very tempting to her, and sure enough, when my sister heard that I wanted her to return the money, she immediately hesitated.
Seeing that she was starting to waver, I seized the opportunity and said, "Anyway, you're here for compensated dating. Rather than helping other men, why not help your own brother? Am I not as good as those lecherous old men?"
My sister's brows furrowed, and she glared at me with disgust. I knew that in her eyes I wasn't even as good as those lecherous old men, not even as bad as a disgusting cockroach.
My heart was filled with guilt, but because of this, I decided to be firm. I spread my hands and shouted, "Give me back my money, give me back my money, and then we'll go home and have Mom and Dad settle this!"
Her face flushed and paled in turns, her brows furrowing and relaxing, as if she were having a fierce internal struggle. Finally, she whispered, "Then... just this once... we can't tell anyone."
Seeing her agree, I was incredibly excited and quickly nodded. Even without her reminder, I wouldn't tell anyone.
I released her wrist, eagerly pulled down my pants, and then my underwear. My thick, hard penis sprang out with a thud. My sister's pretty face instantly turned red, and she quickly turned away.
The physical desires and forbidden pleasure had already driven me to madness. I reached out and tugged at her skirt, saying, "Let's get started."
My sister, with her back to me, whispered, "Really...really do it?"
"Hurry up, hurry up, you'll get sick from holding it in," I kept urging.
By now, she was so embarrassed that even her neck was red. Her two small hands were clasped together, and she hesitated, refusing to turn around. I shouted, "Give me back my money!"
My sister's body trembled. After a moment, she took a deep breath, stretched her small hand behind her, and groped her way back towards me.
I couldn't wait to grab her fair, delicate hand and place it on my erect penis. My sister couldn't help but scream, as if burned by the heat of my penis. She instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but luckily I was quick and pulled her back forcefully.
Her small hands were white and tender, soft and smooth, with a layer of sticky damp sweat on them. Gently grasping my penis, wow, a jolt of electricity shot straight to my head; the feeling was simply indescribable.
After my sister grasped my penis, she stopped resisting, but remained motionless, as if petrified.
Fine, I'll do it myself. I held her small hand and began to stroke my penis up and down.
Wow, the feeling was indescribable. My sister's small hand was like a warm little vagina, enveloping my penis and undulating back and forth. Combined with the forbidden pleasure of incest, it was even more pleasurable than actual sex. My
sister trembled as I masturbated her, her palms sweating profusely from nervousness, like honey seeping from her vagina, actually acting as lubricant, making the strokes even smoother.
Before long, I wasn't satisfied. I panted, "Turn around and look at me."
My sister naturally refused, but I didn't care whether she agreed or not. I reached out and forcefully turned her body around. My little sister's pretty face was flushed, her eyes were tightly closed, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.
I grabbed her other hand and placed it on my penis. My little sister instinctively shrank back, but she was no match for my strength and could only obediently comply.
Her two tender hands gripped my penis and stroked it back and forth. The feeling was much stronger than before. After a few strokes, a wave of ejaculation surged through me. Without thinking, I grabbed my little sister's hands and stroked them hard a few times. My penis instantly swelled up, and streams of thick, hot semen splattered onto my little sister's red face.
"Ah!" My sister screamed. She didn't know what had hit her face, but she knew it wasn't a good thing. She tried to loosen her grip on my penis, but I was still ejaculating. How could I let her succeed?
A moment later, the ejaculation finally stopped, the foul-smelling semen spraying all over my sister's face and dress. I felt a strange excitement.
Seeing that there was no more movement, my sister quickly released her hands and ran into the bathroom. I felt as if my soul had been drained away; I leaned back and lay on the bed.
Honestly, I've slept with quite a few girls, all kinds of shapes and sizes, but never has it felt this good. Why is that?
After my sister came out of the bathroom, neither of us spoke. We tidied ourselves up, silently checked out, and left. Then I found Yuanyuan at the coffee shop.
I originally wanted to teach this little girl a lesson, but I was too weak. Yuanyuan saw that my sister's face was flushed, as if it were bleeding, but she didn't ask any questions, just squinted at her.
Back home, we acted as usual, ignoring each other, not saying a word when we met, as if nothing had ever happened.
But ever since that incident, I've felt no attraction to beautiful women anymore. All I can think of is my little sister's petite, pink figure. I know I'm sick; if this continues, something terrible will happen. So I decided to see a psychologist.
Just as I was searching for psychologists online, there was a sudden knock on the door. A question popped into my head: my parents were at work; who would be knocking? Could it be… my sister?
My heart leaped with excitement, and I rushed to open the door. Sure enough, there she was, standing outside, wearing that gorgeous pink lace dress that cost 2500 yuan.

(Chapter 3)

I gripped the doorknob, staring blankly at my sister outside.
She wore a white lace-trimmed vintage blouse with a pink lace-trimmed shawl, a pink lace-trimmed ruffled tiered skirt, a pink lace-trimmed hat, white platform shoes, and white lace cotton stockings.
I must say, this dress, which I considered extravagantly glamorous, looked incredibly elegant on her. The lace and bows were perfectly interwoven, exuding a touch of sweetness. The white and pink combination was harmonious, showcasing a noble and ladylike气质 (qi zhi - inherent quality/temperament). Her slightly wavy long hair, combined with her Lolita-like气质 (qi zhi), made her look like honey, charming and adorable.
However… using a parasol at home? Isn't that a bit too much?
I cleared my throat and asked suspiciously, "What… what are you doing?"
My sister said expressionlessly, "Nothing, thanks to your 600 yuan, I was able to buy this dress. Showing it to you, we're even now."
Wow! That's too ruthless!
I couldn't help but laugh out loud, "600 yuan for a glance? If I'd lived under the same roof as you for over ten years, wouldn't I be bankrupt by now?"
"Forget the past, we're even from now on," my sister snorted coldly, turning and going back to her room without even looking at me.
I stood frozen at the door for a moment, staring at the spot where my sister had left. I really didn't know why I kept thinking about my own sister lately. There were so many beautiful women on the street, yet I had no reaction to them.
I lay on the bed, burying my face in the pillow, constantly reciting the heroic deeds of Yue Fei, Lin Zexu, and Deng Shichang, trying to distract myself from my longing for my sister. But the infuriating thing was that my sister's petite, pink figure kept flashing through my mind. One moment it was the image of her shamelessly following me when she was little, the next it was her arrogant expression as an adult ignoring me, and finally, I even remembered the image of her masturbating me in the motel last week.
My sister's little hands, so white and tender, felt soft and smooth when she grasped my penis, and there was a thin layer of fragrant sweat on her palms. Just thinking about it made me incredibly excited, and even my little brother got hard.
I unconsciously reached into my pants again, grasped my extremely hard penis, and while thinking about my sister's pink figure, I quickly started masturbating.
Sister! Sister! Sister…
I understand!
I suddenly sat up in bed. I must have fallen in love with the feeling of masturbating with my sister, that soft and smooth feeling, which no other woman had ever given me. More importantly, the feeling of incest between close relatives, that psychological pleasure, was something no other woman could give me.
But she is my own sister, and what I did to her last time was already worse than an animal, how could I continue to indulge in this?
Desire and reason once again fought fiercely in my heart, but having not been with a woman for a long time, the desire that my sister had aroused was like a volcanic eruption, making my penis throb painfully, and my body even became burning hot.
Since it's already happened once, what's the harm in doing it again? Besides, masturbation isn't sexual intercourse, so how can it be considered incest? Don't kids often play with each other's genitals? This is just a game.
I thought of seven or eight reasons in my mind, trying hard to convince myself. Reason had long been thrown to the winds.
As the saying goes, if it's justified, no matter how heinous the crime, as long as you give yourself a reasonable excuse, you can do it. Throughout history, haven't all the criminals done this?
I walked out of my room and went to my sister's room. After hesitating for a moment, I finally couldn't resist the burning desire and gently knocked on her door.
Soon, I heard footsteps coming from inside. The sign that read "No Entry for Brothers and Perverts" swayed slightly as the door opened. I couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seems she really had the foresight to know that I would one day turn into a beast.
My younger sister's small face was hidden behind the door, staring at me blankly. She asked coldly, "What is it?"
I cleared my throat awkwardly. This kind of thing, especially with my own sister, was really hard to talk about.
Seeing that I stammered for a long time without saying anything, she said impatiently, "If there's nothing, I'm closing the door."
Just as she closed the door, I instinctively stuck my right foot into the door frame. My sister was startled and frowned, asking, "What exactly do you want to do?" I was going
to take the plunge; it wasn't the first time anyway.
"Yuanyuan told me that doing it by hand is very cheap, 300 yuan a time."
"You... what do you mean?" A blush instantly rose on my sister's cheeks, her face showing fear, and even her voice trembled.
I smiled slightly: "You still owe me one."
My sister shouted: "You're lying! Why didn't Yuanyuan tell me?"
"If you don't believe me, you can ask her. Or have her come to our house for a face-to-face confrontation and see if she said that."
I knew my sister never wanted to mention that incident to anyone again, not even Yuanyuan, the one who started it all.
When she heard me say that, her face showed surprise, as if she was afraid I would really call Yuanyuan to our house.
If Yuanyuan knew that we were siblings, she probably would never be able to hold her head up again.
"You... what exactly do you want?" My sister's cold, trembling voice was truly beautiful, even more so than a nightingale's.
I pushed the door, but my sister was already on guard, pushing hard against it, as if afraid I would come in.
I'm an animal, not a rapist. Breaking in like that is best avoided. If the neighbors are alerted, things will get really messy.
I laughed, "Nini, let me in first, let's sit down and talk slowly."
"Don't call me that so mushy!" Nini is my sister's nickname, but she never lets me call her that.
"Okay, I won't call you by your nickname, then let your brother in first." I continued to coax her.
My sister wasn't so easily fooled, and she stubbornly refused to let me in. Seeing that being gentle didn't work, I simply became assertive, reaching my hand through the crack in the door and saying with a stern face, "Give me back my money, give me back my 300 yuan."
"What 300 yuan?"
"300 yuan for one time, I gave you 600 yuan, but you only did it for me once, hurry up and give me back my money."
I knew how absurd and ridiculous this reason was, but at this moment, lust was in my head, how could I think things through?
My sister snapped, "Stop
lying to me, you big pervert!" I resorted to being a scoundrel, "I am a big pervert! If you don't pay me back, I'll tell Mom and Dad that you owe me money and won't pay it back. Then they'll know you've been involved in compensated dating."
"You...you..." My sister's bright eyes widened, her teeth clenched, and she couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.
I took the opportunity to gently persuade her, "There's been a first time, but a second time won't hurt. I'm really feeling terrible right now. Can you help me? Okay, just with your hands."
My sister's pretty face flushed red with embarrassment, and she retorted angrily, "Why don't you go find Yuanyuan? Aren't you her older brother?"
"Yuanyuan isn't as cute as my sister."
As the saying goes, flattery will get you everywhere. My sister hadn't expected me to praise her so blatantly, and her expression softened considerably. I seized the opportunity to plead, "Please, my lovely little sister, just this once, okay? The last time."
My sister frowned, closed her eyes, and pondered for a long time before finally asking timidly, "Really the last time?"
I quickly nodded in agreement, "Absolutely, absolutely the last time."
My sister hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded and said in a barely audible voice, "Okay... swear it."
Without thinking, I raised my right hand and solemnly declared, "This is absolutely the last time I'll make an unreasonable request of my sister. If there's a next time, may I be struck by lightning and made to be my sister's slave for life." My
sister frowned, her expression one of disgust as she scolded, "Who wants you as a slave? Disgusting."
I chuckled foolishly, "Alright, now let me in."
My sister stared at me for a while, then slowly backed away, opening the door.
I excitedly entered her room, my heart pounding, even more excited and nervous than the night I lost my virginity.
Pink wallpaper, pink chandelier, pink desk, pink single bed—my sister's room was filled with pink, just like her—charming and adorable self. And the scent was faint and pleasant, a stark contrast to my own smelly, dog-like room; it was like two completely different worlds.
I awkwardly sat down on the floor. My sister reached out and closed the door, then turned and walked to the bed, sitting down with a flushed face.
A deathly silence followed; neither of us knew how to break the awkward atmosphere. Although I was driven by lust, I still felt shy when it came to actually doing it. After all, she wasn't a prostitute or an escort; she was my own sister.
"Ahem…" I coughed awkwardly twice and chuckled, "Your room is so cute."
My sister stared at me expressionlessly, her face full of disgust, though her cheeks were flushed. I stood up and said, "Well... shall we begin?"
My sister turned her face away, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, which was tacit consent. Seeing her shy and pretty face, coupled with her pink lace dress, I became even more excited.
I hurriedly pulled down my pants and underwear, standing naked in front of my sister, my erect penis still erect.
Her pretty face was burning red, and she turned away, her two delicate hands resting on her knees, nervously playing with her fingers.
I walked over to her, wanting to sit on the bed, but my sister quickly called out, "Don't sit on my bed, bring me a chair."
I knew she was afraid I would dirty her bed, but I didn't care. I turned and went to the desk, carried a chair to the bedside, and sat down in front of her, naked from the waist down. My sister still didn't dare to turn her head to look at me.
I coughed lightly and awkwardly smiled, "Let's begin..."
My sister's face turned even redder, her two small hands nervously playing with the ribbons on her dress, hesitant to extend her hands.
I knew it would be difficult to get her to take the initiative, so I reached out and took her small hand. My sister's delicate body trembled slightly, and her small hand instinctively pulled back, but she didn't pull away.
I held her small hand and placed it on my thick, hard, and steaming penis. The moment her small hand touched my penis, I saw my sister seem to be electrocuted; her delicate body trembled slightly, her brows furrowed, and she tightly closed her eyes, with what seemed like glistening tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
As her brother, I should have felt sorry for her, but at this moment, I became even more excited. Coupled with her soft, smooth little hand trembling as she grasped my penis, the pleasure was simply intoxicating. I couldn't help but close my eyes, take a deep breath, and then exhale slowly. My penis immediately swelled, and my body trembled as well.
Because my penis was so large, it took both of my slender little hands to barely encircle it. My sister turned her head to the side, her body trembling slightly, and I could faintly hear her sobbing. I knew this might really be the last time, so I didn't intend to ejaculate hastily.
I leaned back in my chair, enjoying the feeling of my sister's white, tender, smooth, soft, and moist little hand holding my penis. My sister's delicate palm felt the rise and fall of my penis, her body stiffening as she sat on the bed, unsure of what to do next.
I let her get used to it first, then grasped the back of her fair hand, letting her palm encircle my penis and begin to slide it up and down.
The intense pleasure made my thighs tremble and swing incessantly. I stared intently at my sister's delicate and lovely face; she was wearing a pink, high-class lace dress, looking like a noble princess. Just thinking that this lovely girl was my sister, and that she was masturbating me, sent waves of intense pleasure crashing over me.
"Ah..." I couldn't help but let out a long moan.
My sister was so nervous that her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her palms were sweaty as she gripped my thick, large penis, moving it up and down with my movements. After a while, I quietly let go of her hand. I don't know if she was too nervous to notice, or if it was just habit, but her small, white, and delicate hands, still holding my penis, started moving up and down on their own.
Like a victorious general, I leaned back in my chair, hands behind my head, enjoying my sister's service. I imagine my expression must have been incredibly lewd at that moment. Luckily, my sister's pretty face was turned to the side, and her eyes were tightly closed, otherwise she would have been furious.
Unfortunately, the good times were always so short-lived. My sister finally realized what was happening and hurriedly withdrew her two cute little hands. By the time I tried to stop her, it was too late.
She was ashamed of her actions, opened her eyes, and glared at me through gritted teeth. I feigned innocence and smiled, "What's wrong? Hurry up, it'll be done soon."
My sister clasped her small hands in front of her chest, glaring at me fiercely, refusing to extend her hands again. I sat helplessly in the chair, like a bullet about to be fired, but abruptly stopped—a feeling that was incredibly frustrating.
I tried everything to coax and sweet-talk her, but she just stared at me without saying a word, refusing to extend her hands. But the die was cast; I couldn't just let myself handle it…
The room fell silent again, my sister and I staring at each other, neither of us speaking.
"Nini."
"Don't call me that so mushy!"
"Do you remember when we were little?"
My sister paused, her expression softening considerably.
"When we used to bathe together as kids, didn't you ask me curiously why our genitals were different?"
My sister didn't know why I brought it up, and she clearly remembered it. Her cheeks flushed, her expression indifferent, and she remained silent.
"I told you back then that because girls' breasts are bigger than boys', boys have an extra thing down there. Hehe, actually, I was lying to you."
My sister still stared at me silently. Even if I didn't say it, she knew now that I was talking nonsense back then.
"You also said back then that your penis was so cute, like a corn stick. I said, 'Then you should eat it…'"
I was only halfway through my sentence when my sister interrupted me: "What are you trying to say?"
I chuckled. "Actually, you already touched my thing back then, just like playing a game. It's nothing serious. Come on, give me your hand."
My sister, like a startled rabbit, stared warily at my outstretched hand, still hesitant to give in. Helpless, I could only continue to coax her.
"Don't you want to see what my thing looks like now?"
Whether influenced by my words or driven by instinctive curiosity, my sister actually looked down. When her gaze fell upon that unusually thick and hard penis, her pretty face instantly turned bright red, and she quickly turned away.
I seized the opportunity to grab her small hand and pulled it back forcefully. My sister struggled a few times, but knowing she couldn't escape her fate, she stopped struggling.
I placed her small hand back on my penis. This time, having learned her lesson, she dared not be presumptuous again, slowly moving it up and down in circles, not daring to use too much force.
After gently stroking for a while, I stole a glance at my sister. Seeing her eyes tightly closed, her face flushed with shy fear, I grew bolder, gradually increasing the speed and force. I would occasionally place her slender fingers on my swollen, purplish glans, gently pressing the tip of her fingertip against the oozing fluid.
The speed increased, and the pleasure intensified. A tingling, electric sensation shot through my back, and my penis instantly swelled. Just as I was about to ejaculate, my sister suddenly realized what was happening and cried out with her eyes closed, "Don't get my clothes dirty!"
Unfortunately, it was too late. Before she finished speaking, thick, fishy-smelling semen gushed from my penis, staining her pink lace dress and even her shy little face.
Only after I finished did I release her hand. My sister opened her eyes, saw the semen on her dress, her brows furrowed, her mouth agape in disbelief. A moment later, she screamed, shoving me and the chair to the ground.
Afterwards, I was ruthlessly kicked out. My sister stayed in the room for a whole day and night, refusing to open the door no matter who knocked.
I knew I had gone too far this time. That dress was my sister's treasure, and it had been stained with my semen. She must hate me to death.
Sigh, it would be even harder to ask her for help again.

Chapter 4:

Since my sister helped me masturbate again, my almost perverted lovesickness not only didn't get better, but it got worse. I thought about my sister at work, and longed for her when I got home. My heart would pound wildly whenever I saw her, and I would feel restless and anxious if I didn't see her. I was like a drug addict, sinking deeper and deeper into the mire.
My sister had never paid much attention to me before, but after I stained that dress, she became even more indifferent, not even glancing at me when she passed by.
This situation lasted for half a month, and I knew I was about to reach my limit…
After the family finished dinner, Dad and Mom said they were going for a walk and asked my brother and me to clean up the table.
I was thrilled; it had been so long since I'd spent time alone with my sister. Unfortunately, after Dad and Mom went out, my sister turned around and went back to her room, leaving me alone in the dining room to clean up.
I felt a pang of loneliness and absentmindedly washed the dishes.
A little while later, my sister came downstairs again. I was overjoyed, thinking she'd had a change of heart and wanted to help, but instead, she went into the bathroom.
It wasn't until ten minutes later, when I was finally finished cleaning, that I realized my sister still hadn't come out of the bathroom.
Could it be… she's taking a shower?
In the misty steam, my sister's head was lowered, her hands holding her long hair. Glistening water droplets slid down her delicate skin, which was as smooth and white as cream. Her two adorable little nipples were as vibrant as roses in the rain…
Just thinking about it made my penis involuntarily hard. After two weeks without release, I finally succumbed to the overwhelming desire. I stood up and tiptoed towards the bathroom.
Through the frosted glass door, I could vaguely hear the sound of a shower. My sister was inside. I really wanted to break down the door, but I couldn't.
I paced anxiously back and forth at the bathroom door, occasionally peering through the opening to see if there was even a small hole to peek at the view inside. Unfortunately, the door was too well-made; I couldn't find even a crack.
Just as I was feeling disheartened and about to give up, I suddenly noticed a pile of clothes in the laundry basket next to me. Wasn't that the clothes my sister had just worn?
My heart skipped a beat. I reached out and picked up one of the garments, unfolding it to reveal my sister's uniform skirt. I eagerly buried my face in the skirt, taking a deep sniff. A faint, delicate orchid fragrance filled my nostrils, and my mind was filled with images of my sister's charming figure in her sailor uniform.
After a while, I put the skirt back in the basket and tremblingly picked up a pink bra.
The cute bra had a bow tied in the middle. Thinking about how it had just covered my sister's small, lovely breasts, my heart pounded. I held it to my nose and took a deep sniff; it was filled with the unique fragrance of a virgin, refreshing and invigorating, leaving me feeling inexplicably relaxed and refreshed—more invigorating than any medicine.
After playing with the bra for a while, I put it back and continued searching to see if I could find any more precious treasures.
As the saying goes, perseverance pays off. I found a pair of pink and white bear-patterned underwear. I couldn't wait to hold it to my nose and greedily inhale its scent. It was faint, a blend of a young girl's natural fragrance and the fresh smell of laundry detergent; she must have just changed into it.
I held the underwear to my nose, reluctant to put it down, and continued rummaging through the laundry basket. After a few moments, I found a pair of white lace-trimmed socks. I couldn't help but hold them in my hands and rub them vigorously, imagining my sister's delicate, rosy little feet being held and played with in my palms.
I finally couldn't resist any longer. I unzipped my pants, pulled out my already thick and hard penis, and then slipped my sister's lace-trimmed white socks over it, vigorously stroking it.
The scent of my sister's panties filled my nostrils, and I could hear her showering. My penis, clad in her socks, moved rapidly, the multiple pleasures overlapping. Already on the verge of collapse, I felt a tingling sensation down my spine after a few strokes, my penis swelled, and thick streams of semen gushed out.
Afterwards, my mind was a mess. I didn't understand why I was being so perverted, masturbating with my sister's clothes.
Just then, the sound of water in the bathroom stopped abruptly. Looking at the white socks stained with milky semen, I knew something was wrong. I quickly put the panties back, then rummaged around for a moment, grabbed another sock, and stuffed it into my pocket.
I hurried back to the living room, sat on the sofa, turned on the TV, and pretended to be relaxed. A moment later, I heard the bathroom door open, and my heart pounded.
A little while later, my sister came out wearing the pajamas she had prepared. She stopped abruptly at the top of the stairs, turned to look at me, hesitated for a moment, and then walked up to me. I turned my head and pretended to be puzzled. My little sister stared at me with a cold face for a while, her cherry lips parted slightly but she didn't say anything. Her face turned red and white, and finally she turned and ran upstairs.
I gazed at my sister's delicate, jade-like feet. With each step, she would gently lift her foot from her slippers, revealing her fair, rosy soles—so exquisite and adorable, making me irresistibly want to hold her in my arms and caress them.
My sister went into her room and never came out again. Judging from her expression and reaction, she must have known I had hidden those white socks.
Lying in bed that night, I clutched the clean, fragrant white sock tightly in my hands, inhaling its scent repeatedly, my mind replaying my sister's image.
Like a lovesick teenager, I cautiously observed my sister's every move—her every expression, every word, even her subtlest actions. But I could also sense that the more I did this, the more my sister disliked me.
I spent the most agonizing two weeks of my life in anxiety. Payday arrived, but I had no desire to spend the money. My heart belonged only to my sister; other women, even if they were fairies descended from heaven, were nothing but fleeting clouds in my eyes.
The day after payday, I took a day off and, armed with the information I'd gathered online, went to the baby's official store.
Stepping inside felt like entering a fairytale candy house; the decor was incredibly cute. A giant pink heart adorned the wall, and mannequins on either side wore adorable dresses. Cute little trinkets were displayed in front of the counter.
I awkwardly wandered around the store a couple of times when a saleswoman approached. She dressed similarly to my sister, but her demeanor was vastly different. The same clothes looked cute on my sister, but on her, they looked affected.
"Sir, are you buying a gift for your girlfriend?"
"No, I'm…" I suddenly changed my mind, "Yes, I want to give my girlfriend a birthday present."
The saleswoman smiled and asked, "How tall is your girlfriend, approximately?"
"About 1.5 meters," I replied, gesturing with my hand.
The saleswoman laughed exaggeratedly, "Wow, so small!" She turned around, thoughtfully scanning the clothes in the store, and finally picked up a red dress, saying to me, "How about this one? I think it would suit your girlfriend's figure perfectly."
To be honest, I didn't know anything about these things, but I pretended to look at it seriously for a while and said, "Do you have any pink dresses?" The saleswoman smiled and said, "Pink? Of course we do. But pink really depends on the person's temperament."
Don't worry about that, my sister is the girl I've ever seen who looks best in pink.
She took out two pink dresses and said to me, "How about these two? They're very nice." I looked at them; the dresses were beautiful, but they seemed a little different from the dresses my sister usually wore, though I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I then pulled a photo out of my pocket and said, "Is this dress from your store?"
This photo was of the expensive dress my sister bought last month, which I had secretly stolen from her.
The sales clerk glanced at the dress in the photo and exclaimed, "Ah, so this is it! It's a special design from our store, but it sold last month. Hmm, that girl was a regular customer; she's quite petite, about the same height as your girlfriend."
I wondered what her reaction would be if I told her that my sister bought that dress, and that it had my semen on it
. "Find me something similar to the one in the photo."
"So your girlfriend likes this dress too."
A moment later, the clerk brought out a pink dress. I looked at it; it really was similar to the one in the photo. Was it also a special design? Then I looked at the price tag: 1900 yuan…
Even though I was mentally prepared, I almost collapsed. From childhood to adulthood, I've never owned a piece of clothing that cost more than 200 yuan. This dress cost 1900 yuan!
Despite the pain, I gritted my teeth and bought it. Looking at the sales clerk's beaming face, I felt like I'd been ripped off.
After returning home, I quietly hid the packaged box, waiting for my younger sister to come home from school.
Time ticked by, and as I waited anxiously, I finally heard the door open. I eagerly jumped up from the sofa and rushed to the entryway. There stood my sister, dressed in a sailor uniform, bending down to take off her little leather shoes and put on slippers.
She sensed my presence, stopped, turned around, and stared at me coldly. I gave her a silly smile, about to speak, but she quickly put on her slippers, shoved me aside, and hurried upstairs. I
felt as if I'd been doused with cold water; my smile froze in the entryway. It took me a while to recover before I returned to the living room and plopped down on the sofa.
She didn't come downstairs until my mother had finished preparing dinner. The family sat around the dining table. I kept glancing at my younger sister out of the corner of my eye. She ate her dinner with a cold expression, saying nothing. My parents, however, chatted and laughed as usual, completely oblivious to the awkward atmosphere.
How should I give her the gift?
After dinner, my sister went back to her room. I paced back and forth with the box, finally arriving at her door and gently knocking.
There was no response. I knocked again, still no answer. Finally, I resorted to my ultimate weapon: a barrage of knocks. This tactic was indeed effective. After my repeated knocking, hurried footsteps sounded from inside, followed by the door opening. My sister, cheeks puffed out, huffed and puffed, "Are you crazy? What do you want?"
I grinned, handing her the beautifully wrapped gift box, saying, "I'm so sorry I got your clothes dirty last time. This is something I specially bought from Baby to make up for it; it cost me 1900 yuan."
My sister glanced down at the gift box in my hand, then looked up at my smiling face, and slammed the door shut.
I stood awkwardly in the hallway, holding the exquisite gift box in both hands, my smile frozen, as if petrified. It took a long time to come back to reality. Just as I was about to turn and leave, the door suddenly opened, my sister snatched the gift box, snorted at me, and slammed the door shut again.
I stared at my two hands hanging in mid-air, stunned for a long time, then couldn't help but laugh. The ending wasn't too bad; at least I didn't waste my 1900 yuan.
The dress didn't change my sister's attitude towards me much. She still ignored me when we met, and ever since I secretly took her pair of white socks, she never left her clean clothes lying around again.
Another month passed in the blink of an eye. After receiving my salary, I immediately ran to the baby store and bought another pink dress. After having it wrapped by the clerk, I excitedly returned home.
When my sister saw the gift box in my hand, she snatched it away without a word and slammed the door shut. Although she still didn't say anything to me, I was already very satisfied.
From then on, I looked forward to payday the most. Every time I got paid, I would go to the baby store and buy a dress for my sister. Although she would accept it, I never saw her wear it.
I felt like I was back in my student days. Thinking of my sister would make my heart pound, and I would often smile foolishly, oblivious to everyone else. Since I started pursuing girls in middle school, I've never had such a strong feeling before, and no girl has ever made my heart flutter like this.
Could it be that I've really fallen in love with my sister?
Or am I simply addicted to the thrill of incest...?
Before I knew it, the year was drawing to a close. This winter was particularly cold, with snow almost every day. After receiving my salary this month, I didn't buy a new dress because Christmas was approaching, and I wanted to surprise her.
But before Christmas even arrived, the surprise came first.
That evening, after dinner, I was playing games in my room when there was a knock on the door. I assumed it was my parents and didn't suspect my sister at all, since she never knocked on my door.
When I opened the door, I was both surprised and delighted, and quickly asked with a smile, "Is something wrong?"
My sister stood expressionless in the hallway, her little hands fidgeting nervously with the doorknob, her head lowered, stammering for a long time without saying anything coherent.
I asked again, "Is something wrong?"
My sister opened her mouth slightly, then bit her lower lip and asked in a barely audible voice, "You... this month..."
I didn't hear her clearly at first, and frowned, asking, "What did you say? I didn't hear you."
"Never mind, it's nothing." My sister blushed and turned back to her room.
I stood there in the hallway for a long time, unable to recover. What was she going to do? But I was really happy because my sister hadn't spoken to me for almost half a year.
Christmas was just around the corner, and I took a day off to go to the baby store, spending all my savings on a high-end dress. I wanted to surprise my sister, so I didn't tell her beforehand.
On Christmas Eve, light snow was falling. My parents affectionately helped each other put on their coats, then walked out of the house arm in arm.
Whenever we were alone at home, my sister would always stay in her room. I ran to the bathroom, combed my hair in front of the mirror, straightened my clothes, and then nervously went to my sister's door.
In the past, I would knock several times, finally resorting to a barrage of knocks, before she would open the door. But this time, she opened it after only one knock.
I smiled slightly and handed her the box.
"Merry Christmas."
My sister looked at me expressionlessly for a moment, took the box, and then, without saying a word, turned and closed the door. I stood in the hallway, filled with loneliness. I had given her countless dresses, but I still couldn't gain her forgiveness.
I returned to my room absentmindedly, turned on the computer, sat down, and stared blankly at the snowy scene outside the window. After what seemed like an eternity, there was a knock at the door. I was startled at first, then a surge of excitement welled up inside me. I rushed to open the door. There stood my sister, wearing the pink dress I had just given her, standing expressionlessly outside.
I was overjoyed. I laughed heartily, clenched my fist, and punched the wall. My sister was terrified by my actions and quickly asked, "What are you doing?"
Although my fist ached terribly, I was secretly delighted and smiled at her, "Nothing, nothing, Merry Christmas!"
My sister lifted her skirt and swayed it slightly, pouting, and said coldly, "Don't misunderstand, I just wanted to tell you that this dress is really ugly."
After saying that, she lifted her skirt and walked towards her room. Looking at her petite and adorable figure, my long-suppressed emotions finally erupted. I took a step forward, grabbed her slender waist, and, amidst her panicked screams, carried her into my room.

Chapter 5:

I held my sister's slender waist, dragged her into the room, and closed the door with my foot.
My sister didn't expect me to do such a thing. She screamed and struggled desperately. My mind was clouded by lust, and I pulled her onto the bed.
My sister struggled to sit up, but I pinned her down. Her brows furrowed, her two small, white hands pressed against my chest, her face filled with panic.
The more she reacted this way, the stronger my desire grew. I lay on top of her, gazing longingly for a while, then suddenly lowered my head and pressed my lips hard against her two delicate, youthful lips.
Smooth and soft, a cool sensation instantly spread throughout my body.
"Mmm..."
My sister pushed against my chest with both hands, making whimpering sounds, but she couldn't escape my deep kiss.
After a while, I tried to pry open her lips with my tongue, but she used all her strength to keep them tightly closed, refusing to let me succeed. Just as I was about to give up, a sudden idea struck me. I placed my hand under her armpit and gently tickled her. My sister was caught off guard; her eyes widened instantly, and her mouth opened wide. I seized the opportunity to slip my tongue inside, greedily sucking the sweet saliva from her mouth.
Just as I was greedily kissing her, a sharp pain suddenly shot through my tongue. I got up and released her, letting out a cry of pain. My sister seized the opportunity to push me away, get off the bed, and run towards the door. Without thinking, I endured the pain in my tongue, rushed forward, and caught her in my arms in a princess carry. Amid her scream, I threw her back onto the bed.
My hands trembled as I unbuttoned my shirt, then threw it on the floor, panting as I said, "Nini, I'm sorry, I really couldn't hold back."
My sister, like a frightened little rabbit, clutched her chest tightly, her already petite and adorable body shrinking even more.
Like a wild beast, my breath hot, I crawled towards her step by step. My sister's pretty face turned deathly pale, and as I approached, she panicked and scurried to the corner of the wall.
I pounced on her again, pulling her into my arms, kissing her lips while lifting her skirt, trying to slip my hand inside. My sister screamed, frantically dodging my kiss, her little feet in white cotton socks kicking wildly on either side of me.
I pressed her kicking legs down with my knee, pinned her slender wrists above her head with one hand, and unzipped my jeans with the other, pulling out my rock-hard penis.
It wasn't the first time I'd pulled it out in front of my sister, but this time she saw it clearly, even the veins and heat were so real. Her face turned deathly pale instantly, and she quickly closed her eyes, her long eyelashes trembling slightly with fear.
In that instant, my sister seemed to forget to struggle. I took the opportunity to slip my hand under her skirt, gently rubbing her soft cotton panties a few times, then pulled them aside. My fingers then probed forward, pressing against the entrance of her tender vulva.
Dry, not a drop of moisture.
Soft, like a freshly baked cake, steaming hot.
Perhaps this was the first time a man had touched her private parts since she was born. My sister opened her mouth in surprise, her eyes staring straight at me, filled with disbelief.
I couldn't care less. I straightened my penis and pressed it against the entrance of her vagina. With a gentle press of the glans, I parted her tightly closed labia and instantly entered a warm, slippery place.
"Ah! It hurts! It hurts!"
My sister's face turned pale with pain even though only a little bit of the glans had gone in. Her little hands kept pounding my chest, and her bright eyes were filled with tears. Her labia clung tightly to my penis, and the flesh inside her vagina writhed rapidly, as if trying to squeeze the large glans out.
What...what am I doing? She's my sister, my own sister, what am I doing?
I froze for a moment, then slowly pulled my penis out of her tight, wet vagina. My sister burst into tears, rolled over, hugged the pillow, and buried her pale face in it.
I knew this was wrong, but the more she did this, the stronger my desire became. The lust, accompanied by guilt, burned fiercely within me. My palms were sweaty as I clenched my fists, gazing at my sister's petite yet alluring body.
Her panties under her skirt now covered her vagina again, and in my eagerness, I didn't even glance at them. Watching my sister's slightly trembling body and hearing her soft sobs, my desire was reignited. The thought of penetrating her vagina made my penis twitch involuntarily, but I knew I couldn't do it.
I gritted my teeth and persevered, gazing at my sister's delicate body hidden beneath her pink dress. I quickly masturbated, then pounced on the bed, grabbing her soft, white hand and placing it on my erection. Caught off guard, my sister's hand was pulled onto my rock-hard penis. Although she couldn't see it, she immediately realized what was happening and quickly pulled her hand back, burying it deep under the pillow. No matter how much I pleaded or tried to pull it out, she wouldn't take it out.
I glanced at her helplessly, my desire still burning, my penis still erect. Just as I was pondering how to release my pent-up urges, I suddenly noticed her trembling little feet encased in white cotton socks.
Without thinking, I grabbed those two playful little feet, bringing them together. The arches of her feet formed a slightly closed slit, like a tightly closed vagina. I eagerly pressed my penis against it and thrust forward, my hard penis plunging deep into her little feet.
Even through the cotton socks, I could clearly feel the warmth emanating from her soles. The strange sensation was indescribable. I thrust rapidly between my sister's little feet, like penetrating a vagina. Her petite and adorable body swayed back and forth with my movements, as if she were enduring my assault. This sight only fueled my lust. I gripped her delicate feet tightly with both hands and thrust forcefully.
My sister gradually stopped crying, but her little face and hands remained buried deep under the pillow. She must know what I was doing; she must know what I was doing with her cute little feet.
The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. The cotton socks were no longer enough. I paused briefly, then reached out and lifted my sister's right foot, quickly pulling the sock off. A delicate, rosy, and exquisitely beautiful foot was exposed before my eyes. Her toenails were painted a light pink, and her fair, tender feet were tightly arched with tension. Her slender ankles were so delicate they seemed you could wrap your hand around them. The more I looked, the more excited I became, and I immediately took off the cotton sock from her left foot.
I brought her bare, jade-like feet back together, and as I trembled, I pressed my penis against her arch. My sister visibly shuddered; the burning heat from my glans made her instinctively pull her foot back, but she couldn't escape my grasp.
My glans slowly slid in along her soft, white sole, through the smooth arch, and finally all the way in.
"Ah!"
I let out a long moan, just like the first time my sister masturbated me—it was a double pleasure, both physical and psychological.
Because I hadn't released for so long, my penis throbbed between her soft, white toes a few times before I felt an urge to ejaculate. I gripped her feet tightly, quickly manipulated them a couple of times, and then thrust forward violently. My penis swelled rhythmically a few times, and thick, pungent streams of semen shot onto her body again, onto the dress I had bought for her.
After releasing my lust, I slumped to the floor like a deflated balloon, staring at my sister's trembling body on the bed. Emptiness and guilt filled my heart; I even wanted to slap myself a few times.
I forgot how my sister left the room, and I forgot how I fell asleep that night. I only remembered having a dream in which my sister was my bride.
Such an absurd thing could never happen in our family, but when I woke up in the morning, I felt a sweet, warm, indescribably comfortable feeling in my heart.
My sister didn't tell our parents about it; she ignored me as usual. But my longing for her grew deeper and deeper, almost to the point of obsession. Finally, after half a month, I couldn't bear the pain any longer. Finding a quiet moment when no one was around, I struggled to her door and gently knocked a few times.
There was no response. I knocked again, still no response. This was something I had expected. I reached into my pocket, pulled out an envelope, and slipped it under the door. Inside was my bank card; my monthly salary was deposited into this card. Also included was a note with three words written on it: "I'm sorry," followed by a line of numbers—the bank card's PIN.
I don't know why I did this; I just wanted to. For a wage earner like me, losing my salary meant losing all opportunities to go out and have fun. Like a husband professing his loyalty to his wife, I was telling her I would never go out partying again.
Three days passed, and my sister showed no reaction. My loyalty seemed to have sunk without a trace, receiving no response whatsoever.
Finally, on the morning of the fourth day, when I woke up, I was excited to find a pink envelope slipped under the door. Without even getting dressed, I rushed over and opened it. On the pink paper, written in delicate handwriting, were the words: "What do you want to do?"
What do I want to do?
Honestly, I didn't know what I wanted to do. If it was about getting my hands on that petite, adorable body, I could have done it last time. My penis was already inside; why pull it out?
What do I want to do?
All day long, I kept asking myself this question. At work, I was absent-minded, listless, and making mistakes constantly. Finally, at the end of the day, I was called into the boss's office—the fourth time this month.
The boss was a beautiful young woman; we all called her Sister Shen.
Sister Shen looked to be at most twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. She always dressed impeccably, her hair styled in an updo, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses perched on her beautiful face. A gray business suit accentuated her shapely figure, her long legs clad in flesh-colored stockings, and she wore black high heels. She exuded the allure of a professional woman.
I didn't understand why she, only a few years older than me, owned such a large shop, while I was just an employee. Actually, I'd heard some rumors that she was a mistress kept by a wealthy man, and that the shop was funded by him—not for profit, but simply to keep her occupied. I didn't know how credible the rumors were, but I was certain that if Sister Shen were my mistress, I would willingly fund her business as well.
When I pushed open the office door and went in, Sister Shen was behind her desk, head down, writing something. She didn't look up when I made the noise, but simply said, "Sit down." I obediently sat down, bracing myself for her furious tirade, but after waiting for a while, nothing came of it. Sitting on the sofa, I felt rather awkward.
After a while, Sister Shen looked up, adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, and stared at me expressionlessly, saying, "Today I received three customer complaints, all about you."
I understood what she meant. Without waiting for her to continue, I stood up and said, "Sister Shen, I understand. I'll resign right away." Sister Shen was slightly taken aback and asked, "Why do you want to resign?" I was speechless for a moment, unable to explain why. Sister Shen smiled and said, "Work is so hard to find these days. What will you do if you resign?"
"Yes, what else could I do if I quit? The work here is flexible, taking leave is easy, and as long as I finish my work, everything's fine. You can't find such a comfortable job anywhere.
" "Then...why did Sister Shen call me here?" I asked, puzzled. Sister Shen smiled. "I wanted to ask you if something's on your mind."
I did have something on my mind, but I couldn't tell her.
Sister Shen looked at my troubled face and asked again, "What's the hard thing to say?"
I did have something to say, but I still couldn't tell her.
Seeing that I remained silent, Sister Shen said, "If you need money, I can lend you some."
I shook my head.
Sister Shen smiled and said, "Did you break up with your boyfriend?"
I was startled and quickly shook my head.
Sister Shen sighed. "Never mind, it's okay if you don't want to talk about it. If there's anything, you can always talk to me." I nodded and left the office.
For some reason, Sister Shen's words suddenly enlightened me; I finally knew what I wanted. Back home, I eagerly wrote a few words on a pink piece of paper: "Let's date!"
I carefully slipped the letter into an envelope and nervously shoved it into my sister's room. I felt like a boy confessing his first love to the girl he secretly admired, my heart filled with excitement, anticipation, and unease.
I was certain I was sincere, that it came from the bottom of my heart, but my sister misunderstood. And it was this misunderstanding that led to another unexpected surprise.
The next morning, I found a pink envelope under the door. I eagerly opened it and read in delicate handwriting: "I'll only do it to you by hand once a month. No more inappropriate things."
I felt dizzy and disoriented. After swaying aimlessly around the room a few times, I stumbled and fell onto the bed.
Good heavens, this joke was too much!
Things are strange like that. Although my advances weren't successful, I received an unexpected surprise. My sister didn't mention my bank card, but I knew she had confiscated the money. I felt a little heartbroken, but it was for the best. At least she wouldn't have to resort to desperate measures to buy the clothes she wanted. If she went back to prostitution, I think I'd either jump off a building or hang myself.
Since this contract took effect, my mental state has been completely transformed. I've become more proactive and serious at work, and even Sister Shen praised me, saying I seemed like a different person.
I eagerly awaited the end of the month, the day my sister was supposed to help me masturbate. I had forcibly endured it for half a month, managing not to ejaculate a single drop.
Actually, this masturbation wasn't very successful. When my sister entered my room, her face was flushed, her small hands gripping my penis, her petite body trembling uncontrollably. Halfway through, she let out a soft cry and ran out, leaving me alone in the room, staring blankly at my hard penis.
I begged her, but she wouldn't open the door, only saying that this month's was over and we could do it next month. Helpless, I could only find a picture of my sister, thinking of her voice and smile while rapidly stroking my penis.
After this day, my sister and I would return to our usual routine. Before, I looked forward to payday every month, but now I looked forward to the day my sister would masturbate me.
A month dragged on endlessly, and finally, the day for her to masturbate me for the second time arrived. This time, my sister seemed prepared, wearing gloves when she came to my room. When her gloved little hands grasped my penis, the fuzzy feeling was really strange, somewhat unusually novel, but lacking in pleasure. I accused her of cheating, and my sister blushed and told me to shut up. I could only obediently shut up, gritting my teeth and enduring the friction of the fuzzy gloves on my penis. After more than
half an hour, my penis was still hard, without any intention of ejaculating. My sister rubbed her little hands, complaining of being too tired, and ran out of the room, her face flushed, leaving me alone again to endure the torment of lust.
Having learned my lesson from the previous two times, the third time she helped me masturbate, I said I wanted to do it myself. My sister stretched out her two small hands, both gloved, and playfully said I couldn't take them off. Not daring to offend her, I didn't remove her gloves, but instead grabbed her slender little feet encased in white cotton socks, and amidst her gasps, my penis began to move rapidly.
I thus became immersed in this forbidden game with my sister, eagerly anticipating the last day of each month.
Spring came and went, and before I knew it, summer had arrived. My relationship with my sister had changed; she gradually became more open, and our territory moved from the bedroom to the bathroom, the living room, and even the balcony.
I enjoyed this pleasant life, and if it weren't for an accident, perhaps this life would have continued. However, it was precisely because of this accident that my relationship with my sister truly broke through.

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