My Blind Sister (1-14) - Incest Novel

My Blind Sister (01-14) Author: Bad Brother Word Count: 4.60,000 chapters: 14 chapters in total (1) I have a younger sister who is two years younger than me, but she went blind when she was very young due to a sudden high fever. Fortunately, she is otherwise as capable as a normal person in terms of thinking and behavior, but she just can't see anything... When I was in second grade or even younger, I was ignorant and always liked to bully my sister. But strangely, after I bullied my sister, she seemed to cling to me even more and beg me to take her out to play. I would also be very mean and call her blind at this time, saying that even if I took her to play the game of catching ghosts with the neighbors and friends, she wouldn't be able to play. In the end? Of course, she would finally run to my mother crying and complain, and I would get a beating... So when I was little, when I played games like catching ghosts or hopscotch with the neighbor's children, my sister could only stay at home listening to music, radio, cartoon TV programs, and children's educational tapes, or my mother or grandmother would teach her to point with her finger while I played with the textbook... Only when I had played to my heart's content and returned home would my sister seize the opportunity to pester me to play with her again. My younger sister loved playing a game we called "guess the number." I'd hold up my fingers to indicate a number, and she'd touch it and say the number. It was actually a very boring game, but my sister had a lot of fun playing it… Thinking back, my sister must have been very lonely then. She couldn't see anything, couldn't play other games, and had to stay home. She wanted me to play with her, but I only made her cry. I really regret not thinking things through back then… If we really wanted to find some joy in hardship, besides my sister's exceptionally sharp hearing, she could still move freely in the house even during a power outage, and could even find candles and a lighter for us. That's probably what made her stronger than us. Because my sister and I shared a room, we had bunk beds, and she slept on the bottom bunk. Sometimes at night, when she had nightmares, she would run crying to my bed, and I'd wake up startled and start comforting her before she'd sleep with me in her arms. I'm not kidding, even a blind person dreams or has nightmares. My younger sister often dreams that there's no one around her, and no matter how much she calls out, she only hears herself. So sometimes when she wakes up, she can't tell if it's a dream or reality, until she finally finds a small staircase, climbs to my side, and I comfort her until she calms down. So I don't know whether to say my relationship with my sister is good or bad; anyway, that's how we were when we were little… What I can say next is that during the summer vacation between fifth and sixth grade, my sister and I were still sleeping in the same room in bunk beds, but my parents had already started discussing having us sleep in separate rooms. It was still under discussion, though, because they weren't too comfortable letting my sister sleep alone. I, however, didn't have any worries, because at first I really didn't have any desire for my sister… until suddenly, through my friends' influence and by reading various adult comics and books, I started to learn about this kind of thing, and finally I knew everything about relationships between men and women. I remember one night when I was still awake, I brought home the black-covered adult comic that my friend had lent me on the first day of school and lay in bed to read it secretly, mainly because I was afraid my parents would find out, and my sister was already fast asleep in the lower bunk. As I watched, I naturally pulled down my pants and started masturbating, holding my penis in one hand. Suddenly, I felt the bed shaking. I didn't pay much attention at first, thinking my sister was just turning over and going back to sleep, so I continued masturbating. But then there was another shaking, and before I could react, my sister had already climbed onto the top bunk next to me. I was terrified and was about to pull up my pants and hide the comic book, but then I quickly remembered that my sister couldn't see anything, so I decided not to make any movements to avoid alerting her. My sister stood on the steps and asked if I was asleep. I deliberately lay flat and didn't answer her. She then said I was pretending to be asleep because she heard me moving around. Actually, my erect penis was still exposed, within my sister's reach, and the comic book was next to my pillow, so I was very nervous and didn't know how to answer. My sister probably saw that I didn't answer, so she simply climbed on top of me. I immediately knew that she was going to lie next to me like she did when she had nightmares, or that she was bothering me because she couldn't sleep and wanted to play. I quickly pulled my pants up and covered my penis back up, a gesture that confirmed to my sister that I was still awake. She simply asked what I was doing and then lay down next to me. I think I answered her hastily, that I was pulling the thin blanket next to her. Without suspicion, she said she couldn't sleep and wanted me to play a number guessing game or tell her stories. To appease her, I obediently did as she asked. Nothing much happened that night, just like that, until I finally coaxed her to sleep, leaving me with a terrifying memory. My sister was only about ten years old at the time, but from that day on, I gradually began to develop abnormal desires and longings for her. I remember that summer, it seemed like from that day on, my sister would come to my upper bunk every night, because she knew I didn't have classes during summer vacation and could stay up late. She would either want me to play with her or sing her songs and tell her stories. And so, every night I watched her lying beside me, watching her peaceful sleeping face, before I dared to take out the few adult comics I'd borrowed from a friend and read them, letting my penis stand erect in my pants, but I didn't dare expose it or play with it. We lived like this for a few days, until one day I suddenly saw a comic depicting incest between siblings, where the older brother raided his younger sister at night, and that changed everything... I suddenly realized that my sister was actually a woman, with a normal woman's body, unable to see anything, and trusting me completely, sleeping right next to me. This really would be the best opportunity for me to study or even violate a girl. But I also felt a heavy sense of guilt and fear, constantly telling myself that she was my sister, and anything I did to her was incest, and if my parents found out, it would be even worse... Those few days were very difficult for me. During the day I was troubled, and at night, when my sister came to me, I almost lost control. Then I read a few more comics about incest between siblings, some involving training, some involving seduction. Naturally, for me, entering puberty at the time, no matter how much I tried to restrain myself, it was useless. I still made a move on my younger sister, fantasizing that I might be able to discipline or even seduce her… My mother was right when she scolded and beat me; she said she made me too smart, which is why I always had this kind of cleverness, and that's why I dared to plan and decide to make a move on my unseen sister that night… I remember that night, after my sister came to my bed again, I lay on my side facing her. We chatted, and I slowly started to reach down, pulling down my shorts to reveal my erect penis. Then, while looking at my sister's face, I secretly masturbated. At that time, I felt not only pleasure, but also an extreme feeling mixed with guilt and excitement. So, on the first day, I couldn't control myself and kept masturbating until my sister finally fell asleep. It was just that at that time, I didn't know how to ejaculate, so masturbation was the only option. After a few days, my desires grew bigger and bigger, so I nervously asked her if she was hot? Because my parents are hardworking laborers, they couldn't afford air conditioning or high electricity bills, so my sister and I could only open the windows and rely on a fan to cool off on summer nights, and it was still very hot. My sister told me she was hot too, so I nervously asked if I could take off my clothes. That way, I could openly masturbate naked in front of her without worry, otherwise I always worried that I wouldn't be able to pull up my pants in time and she would find out. My sister was taught by my mother or grandmother and didn't attend a school for the blind, plus she's always been cooped up at home, so she probably doesn't know anything about sex... Sure enough, she agreed, so I started taking off my clothes and quickly got completely naked. I know that for my sister, the concept of gender difference is very, very weak; she might even think our bodies are exactly the same. So, after I took off my clothes, my sister chatted with me while touching my chest, realizing that it was actually the same as hers. I seized the opportunity and nervously asked her if she wanted to take off her clothes too to cool down. My sister, without any suspicion, took off her clothes. Underneath her thin top were shorts. Then, I watched as she pulled down her underwear, revealing a slit in her vulva. She lay back down on the bed, laughing and saying it was cool. I genuinely felt cool then, and my eyes were glued to her. She relaxed and spread her legs after lying down, so I sat next to her, staring intently at her genitals. Seeing the two openings, knowing what they were, I became increasingly excited. After a while, my sister, perhaps wondering why I wasn't lying back down, got up and asked me. I had no choice but to lie down with her, otherwise she might become suspicious. I lay down facing her on my side. She kept talking to me, while I masturbated, my mind filled with the image of her vulva, only offering perfunctory responses. A few minutes passed like this. Perhaps because the image of my sister's vulva was so clear in my mind, I felt intense pleasure and couldn't help but masturbate faster and faster. Suddenly, an uncontrollable burst of energy, as intense as if I were about to urinate, overwhelmed me. I genuinely thought I was going to pee, so I immediately stopped and covered the tip of my penis with my hand. But it was no use; the semen...The semen started gushing out in bursts, and I was terrified by this unprecedented experience, thinking I was really going to wet the bed. My sister noticed something was wrong and asked me what was wrong, but I could only continue to experience the sensations and shock of ejaculation, unable to utter a single word. I quickly realized I had actually masturbated to ejaculation, and soon I could smell the semen. My sister smelled it too and got up to ask me what it smelled like. I still didn't dare say anything, and after getting out of bed, I found my hands covered in semen, some of it even staining the sheets. I quickly ran off the bed and grabbed some tissues from my desk to wipe my hands. I initially thought of throwing the semen-stained tissues in the trash can, but then I thought that the smell would linger in the room, so I decisively opened the screen window and threw the tissues out. After all, my room was right next to a fire escape between buildings, with only a stinky ditch underneath, so I wasn't worried about someone picking it up or anything. My sister was still sitting on the bed, asking me what was wrong with her, and occasionally asking what it tasted like. I didn't answer her, but just wiped my hands clean and climbed onto the bed with toilet paper to clean the semen stains on the sheets. After I finished cleaning everything, I knew that if I didn't tell my sister, she would become suspicious and might even get me into serious trouble. So I had to come up with a quick lie and say that I had spilled an expired drink on the bed and that I had cleaned it up. My sister accepted the answer and lay back down. Then we lay together again, but because I felt really guilty after the orgasm, I persuaded my sister to put her clothes back on. That night ended like that... (2) The accidental ejaculation that night really had a big impact on me... I suddenly felt like I was an adult and that I should be able to reproduce through sex. But the object of my love was my blind sister, so I still felt guilty to some extent. Even so, my wild desires outweighed my guilt. The next night, my sister climbed into my bed again. I tricked her into undressing using the same method, sometimes trying to get her to spread her legs so I could stare at her genitals, and then masturbating until I ejaculated in the same way. This time, I had toilet paper ready, so I could catch the smell beforehand, and it wasn't as strong. But my sister would still ask if I smelled it, and I could only lie and say it was coming from the stinky ditch outside the window. For about a month, that summer vacation, I practically relied on my sister for orgasms and ejaculation every night, completely addicted. Luckily, my sister never found out… but I believe even if she did, she wouldn't know what I was doing… Because I didn't have to go to school, my parents wouldn't automatically come into my room to wake me up and find me sleeping with my sister. They had no idea, so my appetite grew to the point where I wanted to find an opportunity to seduce and insert my penis into her vagina. But because I thought about it too much and was afraid she would tell my mother, I ultimately didn't dare. School finally started, and I was in sixth grade then. Although I knew I had to get up for class every morning, I still couldn't stop masturbating and ejaculating while looking at my sister's genitals at night. She naively thought I wanted to keep her company and chatted with her, so she happily stayed with me, completely unaware that I was satisfying her desires. She only stopped when I was really tired and wanted to sleep. Mid-September was fine, but after the end of September, the weather got cold, and I could no longer find a reason to make my sister take off her clothes. In addition, my parents saw my sister and me sleeping together one morning. Although they didn't suspect any incestuous behavior, they still thought my sister was having a nightmare again, but they still started bringing up the matter of us sleeping in separate rooms. This made me feel even more insecure because I wouldn't be able to play sexual games with my sister at night. After masturbating and ejaculating, I would try to get my sister to sleep in her own bed so as not to cause any trouble. I believe it was this sense of insecurity that made me decide to have sex with her regardless of the cost, and the sooner the better. Because I dislike acting without a plan, and knowing that these things can't be done without one—a mistake could lead to serious problems—I patiently kept thinking about what to do. It wasn't until early November, when the weather really got cold, that my sister climbed into my bed, laughing and saying it was cold. She pulled up my blanket and lay down to sleep. I was already exhausted and about to fall asleep, with no mood or energy for masturbation, but suddenly an idea came to me… So that night I couldn't sleep at all, constantly thinking and planning. The next night was the day I was supposed to officially make love with my sister. I'll always remember what happened that night… Actually, my plan was very simple. When my sister was about to climb into my blanket again, I asked her if she was cold. After she said yes, I asked her if she wanted to take off her clothes. She initially refused, but I told her that if we were both naked and hugging each other, we wouldn't feel cold; in fact, we'd feel even hotter. After thinking it over, my sister believed me and actually agreed to take off her clothes. This almost led to me having sex with my still very innocent and naive sister… At the time, my sister and I were naked and embracing under the covers, our bodies pressed tightly together. I had cleverly prepared beforehand by folding a small towel thickly to cover my penis, so she wouldn't feel my erection, only the towel. I also lied to her, saying it was because that area gets dirty when we urinate and defecate, so she didn't suspect a thing. My sister innocently chatted with me, while my desire swelled uncontrollably, my mind filled only with sex and penetration. I managed to control myself and asked her if she liked me. She said yes, of course. So I asked her if she wanted to do something with me, something that might hurt a little. She asked what it was, and I told her it was because I loved her and wanted to do it with her. She was very happy to hear that. Finally, I warned her that no matter what, she absolutely couldn't tell anyone, or I wouldn't be able to play with her anymore. My sister promised she wouldn't tell anyone. I know that telling her this was a trick, but I really wanted to have sex at the time, so I did whatever it took... My sister kept asking me what was going on, what she was going to do, and why it hurt a little. I could only keep telling her that I loved her, which was why I asked her to do this with me. But even though I told her that, and kept saying it, my guilt gradually increased, and I didn't have the courage to actually violate her... I could only stay naked and hug her tightly... At that time, I only remember being extremely nervous, my guilt soared to the extreme, and I could hear my own heartbeat very clearly... In the end, I still didn't violate my sister that night. There were too many reasons and justifications, so I just hugged her and talked to her for a while, and then decided to give up and told my sister that I didn't want it anymore. We put our clothes back on together, and that night ended like that... But every time I think of that night, I still can't help but feel both relieved and disappointed... (3) In short, after backing down at the last minute that night, I suddenly felt like a deflated balloon in sixth grade. I always felt that I was very lewd and full of guilt. I felt that I was really a bad brother, so I stopped masturbating through my sister's body and stopped hugging her naked. Instead, I would just spray in the bathroom when I took a shower. Even when my sister slept next to me at night, I was able to control my desires and didn't do anything to her. On the contrary, there was one benefit: my relationship with my sister started to improve. I was more willing to play number guessing games with her or spend an hour or two chatting and telling her stories. So, for a while, I was worried that my parents would make us sleep in separate rooms, leaving me with nowhere to vent my frustrations. But at that time, I wasn't worried anymore; I just took it in stride. In fact, even after we were supposed to sleep in separate rooms, I still ended up sleeping with my sister. My parents must have thought it was inappropriate to let her sleep alone, and they trusted my character so that I wouldn't do anything to her. That's probably why they did it. It was only after spending time with my sister that I truly understood how pitiful it is to be blind, especially for someone like my sister who is at such a lively and playful age but has to stay at home waiting. That's when I started thinking about her before going to sleep and genuinely wanted to spend an hour or two with her... My parents and grandmother were reluctant to let her go out, but they were too busy with work to take her out. So, my sister could only stay at home obediently, waiting for my grandmother to come and stay with her until evening. I know they were mainly doing it for my sister's own good, afraid she'd get lost if she wandered around alone and couldn't see, or even get hit by a car or something. So my sister obediently never complained, living in her own lonely world... Although I started to sense and understand my sister's loneliness at that time, I would just let her cling to me for a while after school in the evening, then have dinner, and after dark I would ride my bicycle around with classmates or neighborhood boys. So when I look back at those memories, I always see my sister standing alone at the front door, looking at me as if she could really see me, as if hoping I would take her out with me.I should have taken her out more often back then, but I was too young and naive. I always worried about how she could play with us since she couldn't see, so I ignored my sister's lonely expression. Then one evening in the second semester of sixth grade, when I was about to go out to play again with my air gun and bicycle, my sister actually asked me to take her with me. But I impatiently told her that she couldn't see, and if we chased each other around the alleys, she wouldn't be able to join in. Besides, what if she got lost? She'd just have to go out by herself. That day, when I happily returned home, my grandma and mom were sitting on the living room sofa, scolding me for not taking her out and only caring about myself. They said she had been crying in her room, asking grandma why she couldn't see anything and couldn't play with her brother. Grandma and mom were heartbroken. So, I regretfully went back to my room and told my sullen sister that I would take her out to play the next day. Only then did my sister happily smile again. Actually, the night I took her out to play wasn't bad. My friends were all very welcoming to my little sister and didn't make fun of her for being blind, otherwise I would have been really worried. I was riding my bicycle with my sister on the back. After my friends saw my sister and realized she really couldn't see, they suggested that we skip the chasing game and instead ride around the alleys near our house. My sister was really happy that night. After all, it was probably her first time going out to play, instead of just being led around by her grandmother, and she got to meet more friends. But kids will be kids, and my friends suddenly wanted to have a race, forgetting that I couldn't ride fast with my sister on the back. They quickly left us far behind. I pedaled as hard as I could, but I still couldn't catch up with them. Soon, I saw their backs disappear around the corner of the alley. My sister seemed to be tugging at my clothes and asking me what was wrong, but I don't think I answered her because I was also getting anxious and struggling to speed up, so I didn't have the strength to answer her. Because of this, I slipped and fell on a slippery ditch cover or something at the bend in the alley where they disappeared. Since I was going a bit fast, I scraped my knee, and my sister also fell and cried out in pain, scraping her knee like me. My sister kept asking me what happened, so I could only anxiously tell her that I slipped on my bicycle and check her injuries. Since we were in an alley, some residents, like elderly people or women, were chatting at their doorways. When they saw my sister and me fall, they all cried out in pain, as if they wanted to help us, but then, seeing that we weren't seriously injured, they just looked at us and went back to their conversations. My sister kept complaining that her knee hurt and felt hot. I knew that because she was always protected at home and had never fallen and scraped herself like this before, she was crying out so loudly. I told her it was nothing and to bear with it, and she finally calmed down. Then I started picking up the toys that had been in the bicycle basket but were now scattered all over the ground. Just then, a car drove up into the alley, flashing its lights and honking its horn at my sister and me, as if we were blocking its way. Thinking about that driver now makes me furious. I was young then, so I was just scared and didn't dare fight back. If it were now, I would have dragged him off the car and beaten him… My sister, completely unaware of what was happening, was terrified by the loud horn. I also hurriedly tried to pick up the toys and put them away, but I couldn't find one of my favorite robot toys, so I was frantic. The car kept honking, and I was really scared and anxious, but I couldn't find the toy, so I just kept searching here and there. Finally, I had to pick up the bicycle and tell my sister to move to the wall so the car could pass. I was so anxious to get my sister to the wall that I forgot she couldn't see. I only saw her stand up, stretch out her hands, and grope towards the car until she touched the front of it. It was only then that I realized my sister couldn't see, so I quickly parked my bicycle against the wall and ran to help her. But just then, the young man driving the car stuck his head out of the window and angrily yelled at my terrified sister, "Don't touch my car! This car is very expensive!" Then he kept honking the horn... My sister was so frightened by the sudden yelling and honking that her body trembled violently. I quickly called out to her again, and she heard my voice, turned around, and walked towards me, crying and calling me "brother" before hugging me... The people sitting in front of their houses chatting all watched from beginning to end. Finally, an old man couldn't stand it anymore, stood up, and started cursing at the young man driving the car, saying things like, "Didn't you see that my sister can't see? Would it kill you to wait a few more minutes for me to slowly move her away?" Then more people joined in, criticizing the young man. After the driver became the focus of everyone's anger, he became very timid, hiding his head back inside the car and not daring to say a word, let alone honk the horn. I was also frightened by the scene, so I could only comfort my sister and get her back on her bicycle. I didn't dare look for the robot toy and quickly rode home… My sister stopped crying when we got home, but my mother and grandmother saw the scrapes on her and my body and asked what happened. I told them I fell off my bicycle. Anyway, from that day on, perhaps because of this frightening experience, my sister thought there were really many bad people outside, like my mother had lied to her to prevent her from running away. So she stopped asking me to take her out to play at night. But I still took her out a few times occasionally when I thought of it, and then I finally graduated and went to junior high school, and it was several years later that I didn't take her out at night again…If it were now, I'd drag him off the bike and beat him... My sister was completely terrified by the loud horn, not knowing what was happening. I was also frantically trying to pick up my toys and put them away, but I couldn't find one of my favorite robot toys, so I was as anxious as a cat on a hot tin roof. The car kept honking, and I was really scared and anxious, but I still couldn't find the toy, so I just kept looking around. In the end, I could only pick up my bicycle and ask my sister to move to the wall so the car could pass first. I was so anxious to get my sister to the wall that I forgot she couldn't see. I only saw her stand up, stretch out her hands, and grope her way towards the car until she touched the front of it. It was only then that I realized my sister couldn't see, so I quickly parked my bicycle against the wall and ran to help her. But just then, the young man driving the car stuck his head out of the window and angrily yelled at my terrified sister, "Don't touch my car! This car is very expensive!" Then he kept honking the horn... My sister was so frightened by the sudden yelling and honking that her body trembled violently. I quickly called out to her again, and she heard my voice, turned around, and walked towards me, crying and calling me "brother" before hugging me... The people sitting in front of their houses chatting all watched from beginning to end. Finally, an old man couldn't stand it anymore, stood up, and started cursing at the young man driving the car, saying things like, "Didn't you see that my sister can't see? Would it kill you to wait a few more minutes for me to slowly move her away?" Then more people joined in, criticizing the young man. After the driver became the focus of everyone's anger, he became very timid, hiding his head back inside the car and not daring to say a word, let alone honk the horn. I was also frightened by the scene, so I could only comfort my sister and get her back on her bicycle. I didn't dare look for the robot toy and quickly rode home… My sister stopped crying when we got home, but my mother and grandmother saw the scrapes on her and my body and asked what happened. I told them I fell off my bicycle. Anyway, from that day on, perhaps because of this frightening experience, my sister thought there were really many bad people outside, like my mother had lied to her to prevent her from running away. So she stopped asking me to take her out to play at night. But I still took her out a few times occasionally when I thought of it, and then I finally graduated and went to junior high school, and it was several years later that I didn't take her out at night again…If it were now, I'd drag him off the bike and beat him... My sister was completely terrified by the loud horn, not knowing what was happening. I was also frantically trying to pick up my toys and put them away, but I couldn't find one of my favorite robot toys, so I was as anxious as a cat on a hot tin roof. The car kept honking, and I was really scared and anxious, but I still couldn't find the toy, so I just kept looking around. In the end, I could only pick up my bicycle and ask my sister to move to the wall so the car could pass first. I was so anxious to get my sister to the wall that I forgot she couldn't see. I only saw her stand up, stretch out her hands, and grope her way towards the car until she touched the front of it. It was only then that I realized my sister couldn't see, so I quickly parked my bicycle against the wall and ran to help her. But just then, the young man driving the car stuck his head out of the window and angrily yelled at my terrified sister, "Don't touch my car! This car is very expensive!" Then he kept honking the horn... My sister was so frightened by the sudden yelling and honking that her body trembled violently. I quickly called out to her again, and she heard my voice, turned around, and walked towards me, crying and calling me "brother" before hugging me... The people sitting in front of their houses chatting all watched from beginning to end. Finally, an old man couldn't stand it anymore, stood up, and started cursing at the young man driving the car, saying things like, "Didn't you see that my sister can't see? Would it kill you to wait a few more minutes for me to slowly move her away?" Then more people joined in, criticizing the young man. After the driver became the focus of everyone's anger, he became very timid, hiding his head back inside the car and not daring to say a word, let alone honk the horn. I was also frightened by the scene, so I could only comfort my sister and get her back on her bicycle. I didn't dare look for the robot toy and quickly rode home… My sister stopped crying when we got home, but my mother and grandmother saw the scrapes on her and my body and asked what happened. I told them I fell off my bicycle. Anyway, from that day on, perhaps because of this frightening experience, my sister thought there were really many bad people outside, like my mother had lied to her to prevent her from running away. So she stopped asking me to take her out to play at night. But I still took her out a few times occasionally when I thought of it, and then I finally graduated and went to junior high school, and it was several years later that I didn't take her out at night again…

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