My dear little sister + she's very good at tying cherry stems into knots with her mouth.

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My Dear Sister (Part 1) My little sister recently participated in the school sports meet, representing her class in the 100-meter race. I planned to secretly go and cheer her on, giving her a surprise. That morning, I went to work as usual, even though I had already taken the day off. By the time I arrived at the sports field, I had already missed the opening ceremony. A large group of energetic high school students were swaying and dancing on the field, making me eager to join in. Standing in a corner of the field, I couldn't find my sister anywhere; there were just too many people. I wasn't in a hurry, though; I knew what event she was participating in, so I decided to enjoy watching the other races first. Soon after, the 100-meter race began. One person stood out at the starting line, with a graceful figure, flowing hair, and unparalleled charm. I immediately recognized her as my little sister. She warmed up her hamstrings, getting ready. As soon as the starting gun fired, her long, beautiful legs shot out, like a snow-white cheetah galloping forward, giving her a significant lead over the others and winning with ease. I was incredibly excited; I never imagined my sister was so amazing. Looking at the other preliminary round, the students were all about the same, none particularly outstanding. It seemed the final was a foregone conclusion. Sure enough, in the end, my sister easily won the championship. I was so moved that I wanted to rush over and acknowledge her. But after only a few steps, I found her surrounded by a group of classmates. Everyone was excitedly sharing their joy with her, and she was smiling so happily. I stood there, speechless, muttering, "My sister already has her own social circle; she doesn't need me anymore. How silly of me, thinking I was trying to cheer her on, like a fool." I took one last look at my sister, silently congratulated her, and turned to leave. (Next story: After school, my sister proudly showed off her gold medal, sharing it with the family. Her joy was palpable.) It was almost bedtime when my sister, after showering, came to my room wearing a fluffy cotton nightgown. "Brother, what are you doing?" "Nothing, getting ready for bed. What's up?" "My legs are so sore from the race today. Can you give me a massage?" My sister flopped onto the bed. "Sigh, what can I say when you're a gold medalist?" I climbed to the inside of the bed and sat cross-legged. "Good to know." My sister giggled. I massaged her calves through her pajama bottoms. "Where are you sore?" I asked. "My whole leg is sore, and the soles of my feet are prickly." My sister bent her legs, her rosy feet waving in front of me. "You only feel this way when you don't exercise. How did you get first place? It's unbelievable." I pulled my sister's feet over and rubbed them back and forth with my thumb. "I'm naturally strong." My sister's voice was a little lazy: "Mmm...so comfortable." My sister's feet were very soft, exuding a post-bath fragrance. I leaned closer and took a deep breath; there was no odor at all, just a refreshing scent. I don't know what possessed me, but I buried my nose between my sister's toes, inhaling deeply. "Yes, yes, that's where it really tingles," my sister groaned. I rubbed my cheek against the soles of her feet; the soft touch was incredibly comfortable, smoother than any other skin on my body. "Brother, massage properly," my sister turned to see what was going on. I had already returned to my usual posture, massaging her seriously. Next, I dealt with her thighs. With her permission, I first had her turn over and lie down, then placed my hands on the upper edge of her knees, kneading the muscles. "Brother, don't massage too high," my sister warned. "You're overthinking it," I gave her a disgruntled look. After a moment of silence, my sister spoke: "Brother, I have a question for you." "What is it?" I replied casually. "Did you come to my school today?" I was startled, but quickly regained my composure and said, "No way, how could I?" "I saw you. You were hiding on the side, lecherously staring at the girls in our school."
"Nonsense, I was just taking a look around and checking out your performance." I put down what I was doing and moved back against the wall. "Really? Then why did you leave first? I looked for you after the competition, but I couldn't find you anywhere." My sister sat with her legs crossed. "I had to go back to work. I saw you won, so I left first." "Brother, you're such a pervert! Aren't you like a siscon?" my sister mocked. "Damn it, I went to cheer you on and you made me sound like this. I'm not going to bother with you anymore, get lost." I waved my sister away. Suddenly, my sister leaned in and hugged me, resting her head on my chest, and whispered, "Brother, thank you, I'm so happy." I just sat there dumbfounded, without responding. After a long while, my sister looked up and said, "But I'm so angry too. Why did you run away? I looked for you for ages, you know?" I said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were looking for me." My sister continued, "I searched the whole school, that's why my legs are so sore. And you were just making fun of me."
As I spoke, tears streamed down my face. I felt both remorse and pity, and I pulled my sister into a tight embrace, repeatedly apologizing. After a long while, my sister became restless, kissing my neck. I wanted to push her away, but I was afraid of hurting her, so I didn't dare move. My sister kissed my cheek, and I closed my eyes, unable to look at her. In the darkness, my sister's breathing became clearer, her orchid-like scent filling my nostrils. As the fragrance grew stronger, my sister's cherry lips drew closer and closer to my lips. My mind was a jumbled mess, trying to grasp something. What was the theme song of Da Ai TV? I couldn't remember. Finally, my mouth was pried open by my sister's lips, and a soft tongue wriggled in. I couldn't hold back any longer. With a sudden burst of strength, I hugged my sister's delicate body tightly and kissed her passionately. We kissed passionately, our desire burning within us, until finally my sister pushed me away first. "Brother, don't keep touching me there..." my sister said, grabbing my hand. "I'm sorry..." I regretted it; I had been too impulsive. "Wait a minute, I'll go turn off the light." My sister jumped off the bed. I muttered something, both afraid and excited about what was about to happen. "No! She's your sister." Suddenly, a shout rang in my mind, and I was fully awake. "Little sister, wait a minute." I looked at my sister with innocent eyes. "Brother really is a pervert." My sister turned off the light, opened the door, and ran away in a flash. "Those three little devils?" My mind was a mess again. My sister was very good at tying cherry stems in knots with her mouth. Every time we ate cherries, she would perform this trick, her smug face really infuriating. I didn't want her to teach me; she's not really that great, only good at fiddling with small things. Seeing my disbelief, my sister tore off a small strip of banana peel and put it in her mouth. A few seconds later, she spat out a knotted banana peel. "Damn... this works too." Although startled, I immediately put on an indifferent expression. Looking left and right, I pulled out a tissue and said, "I'll only be convinced if you can even tie this in a knot." My sister took the tissue and said, "This is easy." She crumpled the tissue into a ball and chewed it. In less than half a minute, she spat out a knotted paper string. I jumped up. This level of skill is clearly good enough for China's Got Talent! How is this possible? Looking at my sister's smug expression, her chin almost touched the ceiling. (Calm down, I need to calm down.) "I made a mistake just now, I just picked an easy one. The real test is this." I quickly pulled down my pants, and my penis spun around. One of my signature skills is pulling off my underwear and outer pants in one go, and I wanted to show it off to my sister. Her cheeks immediately flushed, but she maintained her composure, her eyes fixed on my penis. After a moment's thought, she asked, "Your penis?" "Not bad," I replied proudly. "Such a long penis, that's easy, just a little perverted," my sister said, examining my penis closely, eager to try it out. Actually, it wasn't that I was perverted; there was a reason behind it. To learn my sister's technique, experiencing her tongue skills firsthand was the only logical step, hence this strategy. "If you succeed, I'll grant you one request." "Okay, it's a deal." My sister readily took my penis into her mouth, immediately sucking on it, making popping sounds. Then, her soft tongue, like a nimble snake, coiled and wrapped around it. "Damn…damn…" This was too stimulating; my penis involuntarily hardened. How was I going to tie it up like this? Sigh, my penis getting erect at this moment was a real blunder. When I tried to stop my sister, she continued sucking with all her might. She looked at me with a determined yet shy gaze, indicating she hadn't given up. I was moved by her resolve; no wonder she was so amazing—that craftsman-like willpower was the key to her success. At this moment, her tongue changed strategy, no longer battling against my hard, hot penis, but attacking my glans. Her small, nimble tongue constantly explored the vicinity of the glans. Suddenly, with a swift thrust, the tip of her tongue slipped into the gap between the foreskin and the glans, then spread out, covering my glans. "What kind of tactic is this? My sister's tongue has replaced my foreskin?" I narrated, enduring the intense stimulation. "No…it's not just covering it, my sister's tongue is circling inside, ah…" "My sister's tongue feels so good, so amazing, as if my foreskin doesn't exist, there's no obstruction at all." "Hmph…" My sister snorted and rolled her eyes, as if protesting my narration. I couldn't care less about anything else. I straightened up and started ejaculating relentlessly into my sister's mouth. "Ah...ah...ah...ah...ah..." Was this my sister's strategy—to soften my penis so she could tie a knot? Just as I was thinking this, my sister spat out my penis, coughing incessantly. Heh, young people are young after all; it seems my sister lost. "Sis, too bad you couldn't hold back. I won this round." "Pah, you're the one who couldn't hold back." With a few coughs, my sister spat out a thin, black thing. I picked it up and looked at it closely. This long, thin thing even had a knot tied on it. My hands trembled as I looked at my sister. "This is...?" I asked, trembling. "This is your smegma. Don't you recognize it?" I was struck dumb and slumped onto the sofa. It turned out that my sister had been collecting my smegma all this time, kneading it into dough, rolling it into a thin thread, and finally successfully tying a knot. "I...I give up, you win." I gave a thumbs up. My sister pouted and said, "No...I just used a trick, changed the knot, so let's call it a tie."
I stared at my sister in disbelief. This is the demeanor of a master...I really lost, and I accept it wholeheartedly.
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