My sister and I

My "sister" and I... I'm a little embarrassed to say it, but I want to tell you

that she's not my biological sister, and we're not related by blood. She's my adopted sister, but she has a great figure. Our families know each other, and I used to play with her a lot when we were little. We didn't see each other for a long time, but we met again at a few gatherings. She seemed to enjoy being with me and even shyly took a picture with me. Later, we went to the same university. Her parents treated us to a meal and asked me to be her older brother and take good care of her.

In our freshman year, she got a boyfriend, so our relationship was really like that of a pure brother and sister. She liked me a lot, but not in a romantic way; I liked her a lot too because her figure, face, and eyes were always my type. So I liked to bring her along when we went out or went out to eat. Whenever classmates joked about it, they would say, "Wow, your girlfriend is so beautiful!" I could only say she was my cousin. Gradually, we got used to this kind of relationship, and she was like my cousin. Several times during winter and summer vacations, we went home together, and even twice we stayed overnight in a hotel while transferring trains. For some reason, I genuinely treated her like a younger sister, and she trusted me completely. In the summer, she wore a short, cartoon-patterned light blue shorts—very short and soft, accentuating her small, tender bottom. She wore only a yellow tank top over a tight bra; her breasts, though small, were perky. We booked a room with two beds; she slept in hers, I slept in mine, and we'd travel together the next day.

But a few months ago, near the end of our junior year, she broke up with her boyfriend. To be precise, she discovered he was going to a hotel with another girl. She called me to tell me, and I invited her out for hot pot. She drank about three bottles of Tsingtao beer and became completely drunk. Then she asked me to take her out, saying she didn't want to go back to the dorm because the girls there would laugh at her, and she couldn't stand it. I didn't know where to go at the time, because she was already drunk, and we couldn't go to a bar or stay up all night at an internet cafe, so I took her to a hotel. The receptionist gave me that look when we checked in. Hotels outside the university are always fully booked, so there was only one room with a double bed left. I led her into the room, and she lay down on the bed, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, saying things like, "How could he do this?" I wiped her face, gave her a shower, and then sat on the edge of the bed watching Serie A. She fell asleep there. I covered her with a blanket, turned off the light, and was worried about how she would sleep that night. Suddenly, she hugged me from behind and said, "Brother, I love you." I was excited watching the game and said, "Silly girl, I love you too." Then she didn't move. After watching the game, I was sleepy and went to bed, but she had already sobered up. People who are sober up are often dizzy and have difficulty falling asleep. She asked me to hold her, and I called her silly. She just smiled foolishly, her face still red. She was actually leaning on my shoulder, lying on my chest, but she started to put her hands around my ribs and then put her legs between mine. I could feel that her legs, which were wearing black stockings, were very smooth and thin. Then I started to fantasize about scenes from porn movies, and suddenly I had an impulse. I got up and pressed her down on top of me. She was also breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling, and she kept staring at me. I kissed her, and she didn't refuse. Slowly, I took off her clothes, leaving myself only in my underwear. I had also drunk a few bottles of beer, and with the help of the alcohol, I sucked on her nipples. They were tender, but suddenly I felt a sense of guilt. I thought, "This is my sister! How could I be such a beast?" I immediately got off her. Then I turned my back to her because I was too ashamed to face her. My previously erect and swollen penis went limp and lifeless. Until she hugged me from behind and said, "Brother, you're the only one who can give me warmth now." Hearing this made me feel even more guilty. I dressed her and then held her. I couldn't fall asleep until after 4 a.m. I let her lie on my chest and could feel her breathing. Actually, my arm was already sore from her head pressing down on it, but I didn't move, afraid of waking her. When I woke up the next morning, I found that my sister was gone. I got up to go back to my dorm, but suddenly she came in with the breakfast she had bought. Then, as usual, we ate breakfast together, talking about what happened at school, talking about our favorite celebrities, and listening to her rambling fantasies. When we finished eating, she hugged me and said, "Brother, don't leave me..." I was really overwhelmed with emotions at that moment. I didn't know whether I should protect my sister like a brother or love her like a boyfriend... The sweet feeling of kissing her last night suddenly surged into my heart again, but the feeling of guilt had disappeared. I lifted her head and kissed her for a long time.

After that, our meetings were always awkward, like there was something between us. I felt a bit lost and didn't know how to treat her. I also have a girlfriend, and she knows that. Although my sister is very beautiful, and I have kissed her, I still have a mental block. Her breasts and legs in stockings keep flashing in my mind. I've fantasized about it a few times while masturbating, but... I really wish we didn't have a past, so I could interact with her without any pressure.

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