[Me and My Sister] [Author: I Love Peach] [The End]

The older sister I'm talking about is my uncle's youngest daughter, the fourth child in her family. She's about my age, three years older than me.
Perhaps because of the small age gap, besides being my older sister, she was also one of my childhood playmates.
My hometown is a small town in southwestern Shandong, not far from the Yellow River. A clear stream flows through a low-lying area less than ten meters from our house, leaving behind a small lake before meandering southeast.
The riverbanks and lakeside are covered with willow trees that are barely thick enough to encircle, and the lake is filled with lotus roots growing densely together. It was our childhood paradise.
Every summer when it was hot, as long as our parents didn't make us come ashore, we would soak in the water all day.
Often, perhaps to prevent us from drowning, the adults would tell us stories of water ghosts and monsters in a strange, dramatic tone, warning us that when no adults were around, these monsters would come out and pull children into the water, so they would never see their parents again.
But our playful nature often made us forget the adults' warnings, and boys and girls, unable to resist the allure of the cool lake water, stripped naked and plunged in.
This is why everyone in our area is a good swimmer.
At midday, when it was hot, people returning from the fields would sit on a small stool or a reed mat. The men would smoke cheap cigarettes, while the women busied themselves with needlework, enjoying a moment of paradise-like tranquility under the cool willows, listening to storytelling on the radio.
In the early 1980s, there were no bathhouses in the countryside, let alone water heaters. As soon as it got dark, everyone would gather at the lake with their washing utensils.
First, the men would wash, and after that, it became the women's domain.
Breasts and buttocks would appear and disappear in their thin, damp clothes, often arousing the fervor and passion of the young men who stood watching from afar! Perhaps my fascination with women at that time was carefully cultivated over time by those older women.
That year, that month, that somewhat sultry moonlit night, I was only about eighteen or nineteen years old.
Unable to bear the oppressive heat of the night, I finally grabbed my pillow, pulled a reed mat, and went to the newly built foundation of my house by the lake to lie down.
Although mosquitoes bothered me from time to time, it was better than the unbearable heat.
Just as I was drifting off to sleep, I suddenly felt a pair of soft, cool hands pushing me.
Perhaps due to my childhood exposure to ghost culture, my immediate reaction was, "Oh my god! There's a ghost!" My first instinct in my sleepy state was to scramble back into the house.
"Hehe, haha! With your guts, you still climb walls, trees, steal bird nests, and go fishing and turtle hunting all day! I'm your fourth sister, look how scared you are!" When I looked up, I realized it was midnight and the moonlight was beautiful. My fourth sister was standing prettily beside me, holding a palm-leaf fan, wearing a short-sleeved sailor shirt and white shorts. Her fair thighs glowed brightly in the moonlight.
"Little brother, I'm hot and want to take a bath. You stand guard by the water. And don't you dare peek at me!" "Okay, go ahead. I'll watch your clothes by the water." My fourth sister has always doted on me. Sometimes my parents can't control me at home, and they have to ask her to step in.
Hehe! It was midnight, and all was still. Unknown insects chirped softly all around, and only the occasional ripples on the lake could be heard—perhaps from fish, or perhaps from dew cascading from the lotus leaves.
The milky moonlight painted the lake like a silent ink painting.
Among the crowded lotus leaves, the lotus blossoms resembled budding maidens, young women just beginning to understand love, or passionate old ladies.
They were all draped in a light mist, bathed in the milky moonlight, gazing wistfully at their graceful reflections in the water.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my fourth sister, her back to me, raise her arms slightly, slowly pulling up her sailor shirt, then her shorts.
The entire action lasted less than twenty seconds, but to me it felt like time stood still.
When my sister, as white as a fish, appeared in the moonlight, I froze! My underwear instantly bulged.
An eighteen or nineteen-year-old youth already possesses a sexual curiosity and visual desire for women, though he didn't fully understand the concept of perfection, but my fourth sister's body was indeed beautiful.
Her rounded shoulders, like freshly kneaded dough, her slender waist, and her round, white, and somewhat exaggeratedly large buttocks parted by a deep slit, her firm, round thighs tightly clamping the place I had longed for.
The moonlight, like milk, spilled onto my sister's delicate body, shimmering with a dazzling halo.
"What are you looking at, you brat? Don't go astray, you'd better keep an eye on my clothes!" she said, slowly wading into the water, instantly breaking the tranquil lake surface with a deep ripple.
Thankfully it was dark, otherwise she would have noticed my face was already as red as a date, my heart pounding, my mouth dry, and my lower body throbbing.
When my sister's bottom was half submerged, she stopped. The mysterious and unknown feeling brought by the moonlight made her afraid to go into the deep water. She could only squat in the water and rub her body.
Looking at my sister in the water, I sat on the grass by her clothes on the bank
and couldn't help but think.
Although I had seen many girls' naked bodies before, I felt that they were no different from boys, and even lacked a penis.
I remembered that my sister had once curiously teased my penis, but then she stopped.
Some people say that sexual awareness is innate, but I don't think that's accurate. It wasn't until tonight that I felt how beautiful a woman's body is, arousing a kind of desire and longing. My restless heart was filled with a possessive desire to try it out.
My sister's scream broke my reverie. Without even thinking, I jumped into the water and hugged my sister.
"Little brother, something in the water bit me!" I felt my sister's wet and slippery body trembling in my arms.
I was a little nervous too. My first thought was of a ghost in the water. Although I was scared, it was my older sister, and I wouldn't allow anything else to bully her.
Mustering my courage, I waded around in the water vigorously with my legs. There was nothing there except the cool water!
My nervousness immediately subsided.
"Sis, it's okay. It was probably a fish that bit me there. Let me see." My sister forgot her shyness because of her fear. She retreated to the shallow water, spread her legs, and felt around her fair, tender thighs for a while, saying, "Oh, it's nothing! I felt something big and slippery bump into my thigh. Ugh! It scared me to death! Hehe!" After the false alarm, my sister laughed.
Then she noticed my eyes were fixed on her private parts.
"What are you looking at? You pervert! You're even looking at your sister's! Hehe!" She turned around, wiggling her plump, white buttocks, and went to get dressed.
In that instant, I did see the private parts I had long fantasized about—a vagina—and it belonged to my sister.
It felt so white and plump, just like those white, fuzzy peaches we often ate in summer, white with a hint of red, and with a few faint dark shadows on them.
From then on, that plump peach kept circling in my mind, opening and closing, changing into various shapes, sometimes in my dreams, sometimes in my fantasies. It was from then on that I learned to masturbate. It wasn't
until I met my first girlfriend, my first love in "A Terrifying Spring Rain Night," that I saw the true face of the peach and experienced that perfect, blissful world of pleasure.
Perhaps it was the influence of that moonlit night sister that influenced my perception of women. In my sexual world, a woman's beauty was only part of it; what attracted me most were her white, smooth skin, round, beautiful buttocks, and straight thighs.
Now, more than twenty years have passed. My sister is now a mother of two in our hometown, and I am a father of an eight-year-old child, but that past memory remains vivid in my heart.
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