younger brother misbehaves

I don't know when it started, but my feelings for my older sister changed.

Before graduating from elementary school, as soon as school was over, I would run to the nearby stream to catch fish. I swore, I was stubborn, I was stupid. I reveled in the satisfaction of dominating the world. My sister, who was three years older than me, would always find me breathless at dinner time. I would always appear in a different place and tease her with different kinds of small snakes or frogs.

My sister was very good to me, but I never appreciated her kindness. I always thought she was a weak, crybaby who distracted my parents from my care and love. Without her, I could have enjoyed twice the reward of being first in the whole school.

In just a year or two, my sister grew taller by leaps and bounds. By the time I realized I could no longer bully her, she was already a tall young lady of 168 centimeters, while I hadn't even entered puberty yet, a whole head shorter than her. And my sister no longer cried over the trivial things I did to her. I suddenly felt a deep sense of loss.

While I was buried in my studies preparing for the entrance exam to a prestigious junior high school, my older sister got her first boyfriend. And with the dozen or so letters that appeared in the mailbox almost daily, filled with the sorrow of junior high students who would never be favored by her, I began to think my sister was somewhat charming.

My sister wasn't exceptionally beautiful, but the warmth she exuded was unmatched, even by Selina from S.H.E., and I felt safe around her. She was multi-talented, filial to our parents, and incredibly good to me. She constantly praised my looks and offered to introduce me to her friend's sister as my girlfriend.

Once, when I had sinus surgery, she took leave from school and spent a week in the hospital with my parents, enduring the unbearable smell of medicine every day. Occasionally, I would wake up in the middle of the night and see her half-asleep, watching over me. Although I wasn't sure of the definition of beauty, I began to feel that I had the most beautiful sister. It wasn't that I was unfilial, but for that entire week, all I wanted to see was my sister, not my parents.

After my surgery, my relationship with my sister improved. I even often teased her, sometimes pinning her down on the sofa or my bed and tickling her. Her blushing face when she laughed uncontrollably was so adorable.

Having spent years buried in my studies and nature, I'd never truly fallen for a girl, but I knew my sister was my first love. I loved the most beautiful and kind girl in the world. If any boy dared to make my sister cry, I swore I'd kill his whole family. Now

I'm in my third year of high school, actively preparing for entrance exams. My sister, like my unwavering goddess, continues her devoted relationship with her first boyfriend and recently gained admission to her dream school through a recommendation process. I've met her boyfriend a few times; he's handsome and seems honest. He's currently a student at a national university. To be honest, I don't think he's good enough for my sister, but I don't dislike him.

I'm in my third year of junior high school now, and I understand a little about relationships between men and women. Although I sometimes masturbate while watching erotic movies, I would never dare to imagine my older sister, who's always around me, as the female lead. I wouldn't dare to disrespect this goddess, but I guess maybe she's already slept with her boyfriend; after all, they've been dating for three years. I'm not jealous.

"As long as you're happy, I'll bless you for the rest of my life. As long as you can find the happiness you want, I'll be happy."

Just as I was diligently preparing for my university entrance exam, my sister had an accident. The tour bus she was on during her graduation trip crashed into a mountainside. My sister was playing with her classmates when she accidentally hit the back of her head and fell into a coma. Although she woke up the next day, she was temporarily blind due to a brain hematoma compressing her optic nerve.

The doctor said that my sister might regain her sight in a few days after the hematoma subsided, or she might remain blind for life. When my mother heard this possibility, she burst into tears. I didn't want to add to her grief, so I held back my tears and cried inside.

My sister's boyfriend came to visit her a few days ago. The last time he came, I vaguely heard him say, "Please, have mercy on me! My parents won't want me to be with a blind man, and you wouldn't want your son, who's studying at National Taiwan University, to marry a blind man, would you?" Hearing this, I immediately rushed into the ward, grabbed his hair, and began punching him repeatedly.

"Stop hitting him!" My sister's piercing scream interrupted our fight. Her boyfriend's nose was bleeding profusely from my blows. Although I wasn't punched, I cried my eyes out. I couldn't believe there was such a cruel beast in the world. My sister, like a fairy, had rejected everyone's advances since she was a young girl, devoting herself entirely to him. The image of her holding the Hello Kitty doll he gave her, her face beaming with contentment, tore my heart apart again and again.

My sister didn't cry, but I knew her heart was filled with blood and tears.

I put aside my studies and focused on learning from my parents how to best care for my older sister. Once I felt I could care for her independently, I asked them to take a trip abroad, temporarily leaving their worries behind so I could look after her alone.

Even though my sister is blind, she still loves listening to TV. I repeatedly explained and described Wu Zongxian's funny expressions to her. Although she laughed happily, I knew she still felt lonely, unable to see her favorite Wu Zongxian and Nono in person.

When there was no TV show to watch, I read Harry Potter 5 to her. However, my English isn't very good, so she often ended up tutoring me. But since she can't see, she could only scribble crookedly on paper, turning her once beautiful handwriting into something like a three-year-old's scribbles. My heart ached, and I couldn't help but shed tears.

My sister sensed something was wrong when I heard Harry Potter's heavy, nasal tone. She reached out and touched my face, gently stroking my hair, saying, "Don't worry about me. I still have ears, a mouth, and hands. I can still experience the goodness of this world." Hearing this, I couldn't hold back my sorrow any longer. I hugged my sister

tightly and collapsed onto the bed next to the desk. My sister held me tightly, and I buried my head in her chest, hoping to calm my emotions. But this hug, and the faint fragrance emanating from her, stirred something strange within me—I had an erection! I felt a huge sense of guilt and quickly stood up, helping my sister sit up.

"Hao, I need to take a shower and get ready for bed. Can you help me to the bathroom?" My sister wiped away her tears and offered her her hand. I took her hand in one hand and supported her shoulder with the other, slowly leading her to the bathroom.

My sister's hand was the first girl's hand I ever held in my life, and it was the first, second, hundredth, and two hundredth time I'd ever held it. But I never felt I'd ever tire of it. Holding her hand tightly, I asked, "Sis, which outfit do you want to wear?"

"Silly, I can't see. Just take whichever you like me to wear," I joked. "I hope you don't wear any clothes, then I won't get any, okay?" "Tch!" She swung her fist and playfully punched me a few times in the chest.

I got her her change of clothes and helped her into the bathtub. Seeing that the shampoo was empty, I went to get a new bottle.

"Sis, I've brought the new shampoo!" I pushed open the bathroom door, but before I could finish speaking, I heard my sister scream.

Thinking I'd left, she started taking off her clothes. When I returned with the shampoo, what I saw was my sister's flawless naked body.

"Sis, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I forgot to tell you I was going to get the shampoo," I quickly turned around, repeatedly apologizing.

"It's okay, you've seen it before," my sister said, seemingly unconcerned.

I had seen her naked when she was little, but back then she didn't have the stunning figure she has now, and her most private parts hadn't yet grown that magical tuft of pubic hair that makes men lose control.

Perhaps because she couldn't see my eyes, her sense of shame wasn't so strong. My sister simply stood up from the bathtub and asked me somewhat timidly, "Do you think I'm pretty?"

Anyway, she couldn't see me, and she wouldn't know how burning my gaze was. I turned my head to my sister, staring at her perfect young body.

"Sister, you're beautiful." I didn't know what else to say, so I could only manage to squeeze out these words.

"Hao, come here," my sister said.

I cautiously approached my sister, and while she couldn't see, I greedily and wantonly peered at everything about this fairy-like girl.

"Sister feels so empty, can I hug you?" Seeing the sadness filling my sister's eyes, which had lost their liveliness, I hugged her without saying a word. My sister rubbed against my chin and chest like a kitten.

I couldn't help but put one arm around her waist, lift her chin with the other, and lower my head to kiss her, no longer caring that I was all wet.

My hands roamed freely over her body, sometimes gently caressing her alabaster back, sometimes lightly teasing her pink nipples. I kissed her every inch of her body. Although my sister blushed with shyness, she showed no sign of rejecting me. I felt an intense, painful erection, and I stripped off all my clothes, throwing all morals and ethics to the back of my mind. My

sister's skin accidentally touched my erect penis. She curiously grasped it and asked with a questioning look, "Hao, what's this?" I was soaking in cold water, burning with desire, and my sister was holding my penis. This feeling must be what they call being tormented by ice and fire. I think the feeling of going berserk in martial arts novels is nothing more than this, except that I didn't experience the pain of going berserk, but rather, I was ecstatic.

At this moment, this girl was no longer my sister, but the lover I had longed to be with one day. I was no longer bound by ethics, nor did I call her sister anymore: "Xiao Zhen, I love you! I love you!" I couldn't help but grab my sister's hand and stroke it up and down. I felt an unprecedented excitement and pleasure.

"Hao, you?" My sister seemed to have figured out what she was holding and quickly let go. "We can't play like this anymore, something bad will happen!" She turned to the side, her hands tightly covering her breasts, preventing me from crossing the line.

"Sis, I was wrong, I just like you too much!" Seeing my sister's righteous expression, I didn't force her to continue serving me.

"I'm going out, call me when you're done showering." I opened the bathroom door and closed it again, but I didn't step out of the bathroom; I was still inside!

Hearing the door close, my sister thought I had left and paused thoughtfully for a few seconds. Then she did something I never expected my fairy-like sister to do: she half-squatted, spread her legs, picked up the showerhead, turned on the hot water, and masturbated!

To avoid being discovered, although she was having a lot of fun, she frowned and bit the towel to suppress any moans. So my sister masturbates too. I stood by the door watching her moan and groan as she masturbated, her brow furrowed. I started masturbating too, thankfully I hadn't put my clothes back on.

I grabbed another towel and bit it in my mouth to keep quiet. We were like soldiers in ancient times, marching with our hands gloved, afraid of making a sound.

I tiptoed towards my sister, lowering my head to gaze at her genitals, my nose less than five centimeters from her pubic hair!

My left hand kept stroking my penis, while my sister, while showering her genitals with the showerhead, gently rubbed her clitoris with her other hand. Admiring this beautiful sight, I was about to ejaculate, but my sister was even more prone to it. Her legs gave way, and she collapsed into the bathtub, panting heavily.

Wanting to tease my sister, I quickly tiptoed back to the door, knocked lightly twice, and asked, "Sis, are you done washing?"

My sister, still half-dazed after masturbating, jumped up in fright at my question; she hadn't even started washing her hair yet!

Suppressing a laugh, I sneaked over to her and continued to stalk her, while my left hand continued to masturbate. She pressed the shampoo dispenser a few times, but not a drop came out. I then remembered the shampoo was still by the door, so I quickly put a new bottle next to the old one.

She immediately found the new one, and at that moment, I couldn't contain my excitement any longer. As she dispensed the shampoo, I ejaculated into her palm. So excited, and trying to hide it, I bit the towel until my gums bled. She naturally smeared the mixture of shampoo and semen onto her hair. Being able to do this unusual "bukkake" to my beautiful sister felt incredibly good.

Note: According to the Longman Professional English-Chinese AV Dictionary, bukkake is an abnormal sexual act of spraying semen onto the body or face of an actress during a shower.

After ejaculating, I felt weak all over. I put on my clothes, which were scattered on the floor, and obediently stood aside waiting for my sister to finish showering.

My sister is really beautiful. If only she weren't my biological sister, how wonderful it would be like Duan Yu in "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils," with a bunch of beautiful sisters at his disposal.

For the next few days, my sister and I acted as if what happened in the bathroom hadn't occurred. However, I would still hide in the bathroom before my sister showered, watching her and masturbating. If one day I masturbated too much and developed premature ejaculation or impotence, I think my sister would bear a significant responsibility.

But I got tired of this unattainable existence. On the night before my parents returned to China, my reason finally gave way to my animalistic desires, and I even signed an unequal treaty.

That night, my sister, as usual, masturbated before taking a bath. I was initially just quietly watching her genitals as I masturbated, but a fierce thought gnawed at me: this was only going to last one day. After Mom and Dad came home, I'd have to go back to being the seemingly well-behaved student I always was. I recalled our first encounter in the bathtub—why did my sister want me to hold her naked body? Did she have the same incestuous tendencies as me? I steeled myself, stripped naked, and jumped into the bathtub. Luckily, my family was quite wealthy; the bathtub could fit two people.

My sister jumped in fright, clutching her chest and yelling, "Who? Jiahao! Jiahao, help!"

"Sis, it's...it's me!"

"What are you doing?" My sister wasn't as terrified anymore, but I could still see the unease in her expression.

"Why did you ask me to hug you that day? Weren't you wearing any clothes?"

"Why are you asking?"

"I'm just curious. Because I seem to have developed feelings for you that shouldn't exist between siblings. I want to know if you feel the same way." I blurted out my thoughts in one breath, feeling like I was walking on thin ice, facing an abyss.

My sister suddenly quieted down, her hands no longer so protectively covering her chest.

"Zhen," I called softly, then hugged her. She only gave me a token push, then we exchanged a passionate kiss.

"Sis, can you teach me?" I gripped my penis, but couldn't get it in, and my penis was starting to soften.

"I don't know either. I'm still a virgin."

Hearing that, I felt like I was floating on clouds. My sister's ex-boyfriend, I admire you! You could tolerate such a beauty for three years. I think you're either impotent or gay!

My penis, which had gone limp from not being able to enter, regained its strength after learning that my sister was a virgin. Finally, after a few tentative thrusts, it found its place. Inexperienced and disregarding my sister's pain, I plunged in, striking her clitoris. She pounded me with her fists in pain.

After about twenty thrusts, I couldn't resist the warm, sucking sensation of her tight vagina. Overwhelmed by pleasure, I embraced her tightly and gave up my virginity, ejaculating thick streams of semen into her vagina. My sister wrapped her legs tightly around my body, convulsing uncontrollably.

I glanced down at my sister's vaginal opening and saw my semen and her virgin blood mixing and slowly flowing out, a feeling of indescribable satisfaction washing over me. It's a pity my sister couldn't see my blissful expression; she couldn't understand the immense joy and happiness she had brought me in her life.

"Zhenzhen, if you could see my expression right now, you would understand how much I love you." I gently kissed my sister and hugged her tightly.

Suddenly, she patted my back a dozen times. Completely bewildered, I let go of her, wanting to know what was going on. I saw her staring into my eyes, pointing at me, mouth agape, speechless with astonishment—"Staring into my eyes!" "Sister, you!" Later, we learned that the best-case scenario had occurred: the swelling on the back of my sister's head had subsided, and her optic nerve had returned to normal.

Before Mom and Dad returned, we made love several more times. On her bed, on my bed, in the bathroom, in the living room, on Mom and Dad's bed, on the floor—everywhere was stained with our sweat and bodily fluids. We completely forgot that we were blood relatives. I had planned to clean up the spoils an hour before my parents came home, but they returned several hours early. My sister and I were still reveling in her renewed sight, locked in a fierce battle, and just as I was about to ejaculate again, the doorbell rang.

We quickly dressed and peered through the peephole in the door, only to find it was my parents! My sister and I panicked, unsure how to explain the mess. Finally, I steeled myself and opened the door. Ah, I'd got it! I'd say that while they were away, a typhoon hit Taiwan and the water flooded up to the second floor.

"Dad, Mom, we have something to tell you," I was about to use the typhoon theory to cover up my and my sister's misdeeds when Dad gestured for me to shut up, saying, "I have something even more important to announce! It turns out you're not your mother's biological child. Your mother cheated on you and got pregnant with someone else's child, and you're someone else's! I never expected that on this trip abroad, she would run into her old lover, and your mother's old lover even wants my son! It's outrageous!"

I was stunned for a moment, and then Mom continued, "And Zhen, you were originally your father's child with his ex-wife."

"Then my sister and I aren't related by blood!" I asked, my eyes wide.

"Yes, you two need to decide who wants to stay with whom! We're getting a divorce!" Before my mother could finish speaking, I grabbed my sister's hand and ran out.

"Hey, where are you going? Where are you going?!" Dad kept asking from behind.

"To get a room and have sex!" My sister and I shouted in unison.

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