My beautiful first time with my sister

This happened completely unexpectedly, even though I'd been anticipating it for years. When it actually happened, I simply couldn't believe it. This event brought me boundless joy, but it was built on her suffering. Even now, I feel incredibly guilty. I'd rather give up this happiness for her well-being. Because she's my sister, and she's different from other women to me. My love for her is the deepest, most unbreakable bond of blood.

Like most people, I first noticed my sister when I started puberty in middle school. I began to be curious about women, but the women around me were either older teachers or young girls. At that time, I frantically searched for all information about women. My sister, five years older than me, was already a beautiful young woman, and her attraction to me was indescribable. However, back then, I only secretly thought about her and felt my little brother getting hot and throbbing. I had no other thoughts.

Because we were siblings, there was no awkwardness between us. So my sister was very relaxed around me, playing and joking around without any reservations. This was tough on me! Especially in summer, when my sister wore low-cut tank tops, her two little white breasts seemed ready to jump out. How wonderful it would be to reach out and welcome them!

When we watched TV in the living room, we would always fight over the remote. Actually, I wasn't interested in the TV programs; I just enjoyed fighting with her. When we played tug-of-war with the remote, her little white breasts would jiggle. Accompanied by her laughter, it was simply the most beautiful scene in the world.

Later, I learned to masturbate, and my sister became the goddess in my mind when I masturbated. Sometimes once a day, sometimes several times. But after a while, I wasn't satisfied with just fantasizing. Or rather, I needed more material for my fantasies. Because, I fantasized about my sister, but all I could think of were those two half-exposed breasts.

What a full view of breasts looked like, I didn't know. Not just my sister's, I didn't know about any woman's. At that time, I hadn't even watched porn. Of course, the mystery emanating from the area between her legs was even more attractive to me. I was distressed about when I would have the opportunity to meet a real woman and experience what real sex was like.

However, I wasn't lucky. I didn't have a promiscuous older sister, nor did I have an open-minded girlfriend. My girlfriend wouldn't even let me kiss her. Looking back now, our relationship was truly Platonic. We only told our best friends we were a couple; otherwise, we seemed no different from best friends! It wasn't that I didn't want to do anything, but she disagreed, and besides, I didn't have high expectations for a girl who was still like a child. I was looking forward to seeing what a grown-up woman would be like.

Later, by chance, I discovered that the bathroom door wasn't closed tightly. This was more significant to me than discovering a new continent. It just needed the right moment to work. First, my parents had to be away from home. Second, my sister had to be home. The chances of this happening were almost zero. The excitement of discovering the crack in the door was quickly replaced by disappointment, but low-probability events can still happen.

One day, my parents were going back to their hometown to attend a funeral at an old neighbor's house, and before leaving, they told my sister to take good care of me. I knew this news and inwardly cheered, but outwardly I didn't show it. Then came the waiting, the agonizing waiting.

Finally, that evening, my sister went to take a shower. I quietly watched her through the crack in the door. I had planned and schemed for a long time. Everything went smoothly; my sister didn't notice me. In the bathroom, under the warm yellow light, my sister's fair skin was bathed in a warm glow. I knew it would be even warmer if I could touch her. Her two little white rabbits were finally completely free. They proudly held up their pink noses, greedily sucking in the water.

The rabbits, still glistening with water droplets, changed shape under my sister's caresses, but immediately returned to their original form. At the same time, I finally saw the mysterious area I had been waiting for. A triangular patch of hair grew on her small, bun-shaped mound. A smooth, thin slit extended downwards, disappearing into her thighs. Even right in front of me, it was still so mysterious! The dark pubic hair was soaked with water, clinging tightly to the mound. But it wasn't dense enough, so I could still see the soft skin beneath.

My sister meticulously washed her body, carefully applying shower gel to every inch and gently rubbing. Her slender hands left a trail of delicate bubbles, a little hazy, a little beautiful. My sister is so lucky to have such a beautiful body, but I don't. How wonderful it would be if I had one! I could admire her closely, gently caress her, and I would love myself to death.

Even if I couldn't have a body as beautiful as my sister's, I would be happy to become a string of shower gel bubbles! That way I could cling to my sister's body and gently kiss every inch of her. It would also be nice to become a towel in her hand, gently absorbing the water droplets from her body. I started to envy everything in the bathroom! They could all have intimate contact with my sister, but I could only watch from outside the door.

My fantasies became much richer, and for a long time I was content with these fantasies. Time flew by, and I entered high school. In my first year of high school, I did well on a final exam. My parents allowed me to go out drinking with my classmates to celebrate. I came home slightly tipsy, and my sister was waiting for me. It turned out that my parents had gone out on business. Hearing this, my heart leaped with joy; the alcohol had worn off. This was a golden opportunity!

I pretended to be very drunk, sat down next to my sister, and leaned into her lap. My face was pressed against her soft, warm breasts, so soft and gentle, fitting perfectly against my skin. My sister, thinking I was dizzy, asked with concern if I was feeling unwell. I didn't answer her, my hands roaming aimlessly over her body. I had no experience and didn't know where to touch, so I just groped around randomly.

My sister didn't know what I was trying to do; she just kept trying to grab my wandering hands. I knew my lips had to do something, and I frantically kissed her breasts. They were still so soft in my mouth; I wanted to swallow them whole. My sister screamed and pushed me away. Her eyes revealed an anger I had never seen before; I knew she was angry!

At that moment, there was no desire left; I only felt utter fear. If my sister told Mom and Dad, Dad might beat me to death. If others found out, the gossip would be something I couldn't bear. I regretted what I had just done, standing there dumbfounded, even forgetting to get up. It was my sister who broke the silence, not by speaking, but by going back to her room and slamming the door shut. It took me a long time to finally come to my senses. I silently went back to my room, thinking about how to face what was to come.

My parents came home very late, and my sister and I went to the living room. I noticed that my sister had changed into a crew-neck t-shirt. The tank top that had revealed half of her breasts was gone. She was probably keeping an eye on me, and I was disappointed. But more than that, I was afraid. I didn't dare look at my sister, didn't dare look at my parents. Using a headache from drinking, I hid back in my room, praying that my sister wouldn't tell my parents.

The next morning, my parents didn't scold me, and I felt half relieved. My sister got up wearing the t-shirt, otherwise acting as if nothing had happened. I was completely relieved; I knew my sister hadn't told me, and I was deeply grateful to her. After breakfast, since we didn't have class, we watched TV in the living room while my parents went to work. I didn't dare talk to my sister, but I would glance at her intentionally or unintentionally. I didn't watch TV either; I was wondering why she had changed her clothes.

My sister probably noticed the doubt in my eyes, and she smiled: "You've sucked it all red. What will Mom and Dad do if they see it without this?" I smiled too. My sister looked so beautiful at that moment!

Countless thoughts raced through my mind. Did my sister condone my actions? Could I continue? But if she didn't mean it that way, would she forgive me if I went further? In the end, reason prevailed over desire, and I didn't take any further action. And that was the end of that matter.

In the years that followed, I often recalled my sister's words, and just thinking about them would excite me. Countless nights, it was that moment of sucking her breast combined with my sister's words that amused me. Later, I went to university, got a girlfriend, and experienced real sex. My sister also got a boyfriend. My fantasies about my sister ceased, and that feeling gradually settled into the deepest part of my memory.

My older sister didn't get married during my college years, and I never understood why. When I went home for Chinese New Year during my senior year, my mother never smiled. One time, a classmate invited me out, but I came back and found my mother alone on the sofa, wiping away tears. I was shocked; something terrible must have happened, but I had no idea.

I went to her and asked what was wrong. She shook her head, refusing to tell me. I repeatedly explained that I was grown up and should take responsibility for the family. My mother, her eyes red, said, "It's not that I think you can't handle it, it's just that you can't handle this."

"What happened? Mom, don't scare me."

"Your sister broke up."

I laughed, "I thought it was something serious! Breakups are normal for young people these days! Don't overthink it."

"But your sister is unfortunate! She's had a hard life! She can't have children. She hasn't married these past few years because she's been treating her illness, and now that guy thinks he can't be cured, he's remarried. I don't know what I did to deserve this suffering!"

Hearing this, I was stunned. How could this be! My sister is so beautiful, so perfectly developed, how could she be infertile! I still clung to hope: "Try it! Medicine is so advanced now, keep trying!"

Mom shook her head and started sobbing. I knew things weren't as simple as I thought. I silently stayed by Mom's side, my mind blank, not knowing what to do. Just a second ago I said I was all grown up, but Mom was right, this really wasn't something I could handle! I felt so useless! I

found an opportunity to talk to my sister. I advised her to let go of that man, but it's easier said than done. Anyone who's experienced heartbreak understands; even if you repeat the道理 (principles/reasoning) a thousand times, the pain remains! Further words were useless, so I said to my sister in an unyielding tone, "Let's go on a trip for a few days."

My sister didn't refuse; she knew I meant well. We went to a few nearby attractions. I subtly hinted that she should find another boyfriend. At the same time, I tried every way to cheer her up. I won't go into the details of that. Later, I went to school, graduated smoothly, and stayed in the city where my university was located to work. My sister gradually recovered over the next few months, although she was still occasionally melancholic!

I received a call in July from my sister. "I'm coming to see you in a couple of days. Your girlfriend isn't here, is she?"

"Sis! We broke up! Why are you bringing this up?"

"It's good you broke up, so she won't misunderstand. Clean the house properly; I don't want a pile of trash to greet me."

"You're such a good sister!"

I picked her up from the airport and brought her home. She had her usual smile back, and looked even more beautiful. That night, when it was time to go to bed, I realized I lived alone, so I only had one bed! I started worrying about what to do, but my sister seemed completely unconcerned. We played on the computer for a while, and then it was time for bed. My sister took a shower, and I went to shower after her. When I came back, she was already in bed. She didn't try to seduce me; she was completely different from what I had imagined in the bathroom.

From the moment she came to visit, I had been fantasizing about all sorts of things, and that excessive behavior from years ago came flooding back. Seeing my sister neatly dressed in her nightgown, I knew my fantasies were unrealistic. My desire had already been released during the shower. I had no more expectations and prepared to curl up on the sofa for the night. My sister saw me and stopped me: "How can you sleep on a single sofa? Sleep on the bed! We're siblings!"

I lay on the bed, constantly thinking, "We're siblings." Yes, nothing could possibly happen, I should just sleep! But my lower body wouldn't obey me; it was pushing against my loose pants, pointing towards the ceiling.

My sister noticed my change and smiled: "Still not well-behaved after all these years." My face flushed instantly, and I didn't know what to say. My sister continued, "You're such a grown-up and still blushing."

"Sis, I was drunk that time."

"Yeah, really drunk. You made a huge red mark on my front. I was worried Mom would see it and ask me what it was." "

Really? I've forgotten."

"Really forgotten?"

"Uh, no! That was the first time!"

My sister laughed, followed by a silent silence. Perhaps it was a little awkward, we knew we shouldn't continue this topic. But I was also really looking forward to continuing. I searched my brain for a topic, and finally asked the one thing I shouldn't have asked. I asked, "Sis, are you still undergoing treatment?"

My sister went from silence to sadness, and tears welled up in her eyes. Realizing I'd said something I shouldn't have, I quickly comforted her, "It's okay, I'm here for you." "I'm here for you"—what use was that? I didn't even know myself! I wiped away her tears, and she pulled my arm around her, throwing herself into my arms and crying even harder. I was completely at a loss. I

don't know how much time passed, but my sister cried herself to sleep and fell asleep. Right there in my arms, I held her tightly. Although women weren't mysterious to me at that moment, holding my own sister still thrilled me. My sister's body was more mature and fuller than it had been a few years ago. Her breasts were now large and soft against my chest. I drifted off to sleep contentedly, a gentle happiness in my heart.

The next morning, when I woke up, my sister was already awake. She had regained her smile and seemed quite happy. Seeing that I was awake, she sat cross-legged on the bed and said to me, "You're awake! I have something to tell you."

I replied, "What is it? So early in the morning."

"I've thought about it for a long time, and I think you're right. I should forget that person and start a new life."

"Yes! You've finally figured it out. It should have been done a long time ago! So, what do you think a new life would be like?"

"Hmm—life is beautiful. The earth will still turn even if someone leaves. Besides, there are still many people in this world who care about me!"

"Oh?"

"For example, my lovely little brother!"

"Of course, we're siblings."

The conversation suddenly fell silent again. I felt that my sister still had something to say to me, but she seemed undecided. I encouraged her, "What can't you tell me? I'm your brother! The closest man to you in the world!"

"Brother, I want to continue treatment for my problem."

"Great! That's always been my encouragement! If you don't have money, I'm working now, we can definitely afford it together."

"Money isn't a problem."

"Then what is the problem?"

"It's embarrassing to talk about."

"It's alright, we're the closest of family!"

"It's...that...the doctor said that to treat this, I need...I need someone to cooperate." My sister's voice trailed off; she must have been forcing herself to say those embarrassing words. Of course, I understood what "cooperation" meant, but I still reluctantly said, "You should find a boyfriend soon."

Tears welled up in my sister's eyes again, and she almost cried, "Who would want me like this!" Afraid she would cry again, I mustered my courage and said to her, "Sister, don't worry. It's not a problem! If you cooperate, what do you think of me? What do you think of me?"

"How can that be? We're siblings! That's incest, no way!"

By this point, I knew my sister was just one step away from taking the plunge. She was, after all, a woman, even if she'd thought this way for a long time. It was up to me to take that step, so I put my arm around her shoulder and gently said, "Sister, this is a critical time. We're getting treatment, not committing incest. If we cooperate and get better, you can confidently pursue your happiness. Besides, we're in this unfamiliar city; if you don't tell and I don't tell, no one will know. We're siblings, and it's precisely because we're siblings that we can trust each other and keep each other's secrets! If you find another man to treat you with, even if he's your best friend, he can't completely keep your secrets. And he'll only be taking from you, wanting to possess your body. How could he genuinely want what's best for you like I do?"

My sister didn't answer, but I knew she had already let go of half her burden. I held her shoulders, gazed into her eyes, and continued, "Sister, we're here for treatment! Not some despicable incestuous act! Besides, we're living in the new era; we should consider the actual situation and not be bound by convention. Relax, focus on your treatment, and maybe you'll recover quickly if you have a positive mindset."

My sister didn't speak, but gently closed her eyes. I knew this was tacit agreement. At that moment, I was overwhelmed with emotion. I only knew that my entire body was pounding with excitement, every pore seemed to be cheering!

I gently kissed my sister's lips, those lips I had longed for for so many years. They were softer, warmer, and more moist than I had imagined. A current surged from the base of my spine to my head, my cheeks almost stiffening from the intense stimulation. I hugged my sister tightly, wishing I could pull her into my body, to merge us into one, inseparable forever. Our lips met repeatedly, our arms clasped tightly together, and we remained in that position for an unknown amount of time. This kiss, so long overdue, was one that neither of us wanted to part from.

We finally parted our lips when we were breathless. We gazed at each other for a moment, then pressed our lips together again. At the same time, I extended my tongue, prying open my sister's teeth, exploring her smooth, fragrant tongue within her mouth. My sister responded eagerly, and we licked each other, enjoying the electric sensations transmitted through our tongues. No delicacy in the world could compare to the taste of my sister's tongue! I gently laid my sister down, pressing her against me, without
stopping kissing her.

My sister wrapped her arms around me, one hand resting on the back of my head, gently holding my hair, as if afraid I would suddenly leave. But sister, how could I bear to leave? My sister's other hand slipped inside my clothes, pulling them down to my armpits. Reluctantly, I temporarily pulled away from my sister's lips, took off my shirt, and immediately kissed her again. My sister stroked my bare back; without the obstruction of clothing, the stimulation was even more intense. My sister's hands seemed to carry an electric current, sending tingling sensations through every part of my body, making me feel comfortable from skin to bone.

I supported myself with one hand, freeing the other to touch my sister's breasts. Even through her clothes, I could feel their softness and warmth. I couldn't wait any longer; I quickly caressed them outside her clothes before slipping inside. And in the next second, I removed her outer garment. Our bodies, now completely exposed, pressed tightly together. I truly felt her warmth. She seemed to be electrifying; the places I touched felt completely tingly!

Throughout this, our lips remained closed, but when her breasts touched my body, I knew I should kiss them. That fleeting kiss years ago hadn't allowed me to truly experience them! I kissed my way down her neck, inch by inch, my destination her breasts, but I wouldn't miss the scenery along the way. Her fair neck, her sexy collarbone, her deep cleavage—I couldn't resist kissing every inch! Under my sweeping kisses, my sister writhed, her mouth agape, panting heavily.

Finally, I kissed my sister's big white rabbits! And the nipples were pink, much more beautiful than where I had kissed before! I cupped my sister's breasts in my hands, gently kneading and kissing them, pouring all my attention into those two tender mounds of flesh. It was so hard-won, so unexpected, so surprising; for a moment, I even wondered if I was dreaming! But my doubts and my thoughts were quickly pulled back by the pleasure. My lower body was hard and swollen, even a little painful, as if it was about to burst, desperately needing a warm little nest to envelop it!

I gave up touching my sister's breasts; there would be plenty of opportunities later. While kissing my sister's breasts, I began to pull down her pants. At the same time, my sister also began to pull down my waistband. When we had both removed the annoying restraints from each other and were completely naked in front of each other, I realized that my sister was already dazed; she was just instinctively touching me, instinctively letting out low moans.

I reached down and tested my sister's lower body; it was wet. I could enter her directly. My dear sister, I'm coming, I want to unite with you, we'll become one. Sister! I parted her legs and slowly placed my body between them. Holding my already swollen penis, I caressed it against her tender vulva for a while, and then, as if by magic, it was drawn straight in! A warm current enveloped my penis, and waves of electricity surged through my body, sending signals of bliss to my brain.

It wasn't just my penis entering my sister's body; my entire body was enveloped by her love. My hands returned to my sister's breasts, and my lips explored her tongue, neck, collarbone, and nipples. My sister's hands caressed my buttocks, grabbed my hair, and scratched my back. We didn't need to deliberately thrust; our bodies were restless from the electric current, constantly writhing, constantly stimulating our joined parts, constantly sending tingling sensations through our naked bodies!

Finally, I couldn't resist the relentless stimulation. A powerful electric current surged through my brain, and my waist involuntarily quickened its twisting rhythm, thrusting wildly into my sister. With a spasm throughout my body, a warm current gushed from my penis, spraying deep into my sister's body. After the first wave, the second wave followed immediately! Another spasm, my penis throbbing gently inside my sister's vagina! With each throbbing, a little semen shot out, and with each ejaculation, my whole body felt an electric shock! This repeated several times until everything calmed down.

I lay limply on my sister's chest, my penis still inside her. We gasped for breath, trying to calm our wildly beating hearts! Yes, I had made love with my sister, I had united with my sister! Although it was hard to believe, I had truly become one with my sister!

After a brief recovery, we were both calmer. I looked at my sister, and she looked at me. We smiled at each other, and I kissed her again, pinning her down. My sister struggled, turning her head away and saying, "What! More?" I didn't speak, silencing her with my actions. My sister gradually got back into the swing of things, and we were entwined again, caressing and writhing. There were no special positions, no obscene words. It was simply pure lovemaking, sex paved with love!

That afternoon we went to the hospital, registered, had tests done, and prepared for long-term treatment. Having broken through our initial reservations, our lovemaking became more varied. Our pleasure intensified! My sister would give me oral sex and try different positions.

I cooperated with my sister's treatment until now. Although we're not cured yet, my sister and I no longer care about whether we'll be cured or not. My sister says that with me, she has enough. I love my sister enough too, but she insists that I find a girlfriend. That's another story, a later one.

[The End]

This happened very unexpectedly, even though I had hoped for it for many years. But when it actually happened, I simply couldn't believe it. This event brought me boundless joy, but it was built on her suffering. Even now, I still feel extremely guilty. I'd rather forgo my own happiness than see her suffer. Because she's my sister, and she's different from other women to me. My love for her is the deepest, most unbreakable bond of blood.

Like most people, I first noticed my older sister when I started puberty in middle school. I began to be curious about women, but the women around me were either older teachers or still-childish girls. At that time, I frantically searched for all information about women. My sister, five years older than me, was already a graceful young woman, and her attraction to me was indescribable. However, back then, I only secretly thought about her and felt my little brother getting hot and throbbing. I had no improper thoughts.

Since we were siblings, there was no awkwardness between us. So my sister was very relaxed around me, and she played around with me without any reservations. This was torture for me! Especially in the summer, when my sister wore low-cut tank tops, her two little white breasts seemed ready to jump out. How wonderful it would be to reach out and welcome them out!

When we watched TV in the living room, we would always fight over the remote. Actually, I wasn't interested in the TV programs; I just liked fighting with her. When we played tug-of-war with the remote, my sister's little white breasts would jiggle. Accompanied by her laughter, it was simply the most beautiful scene in the world.

Later, I learned to masturbate, and my sister became the goddess in my mind while I was masturbating. Sometimes it was once a day, sometimes several times. But as time went on, I wasn't satisfied with just fantasizing. Or rather, I needed more material for my fantasies. Because, when I fantasized about my sister, all I could think of were those two half-exposed breasts.

I didn't know what a full view of breasts looked like. Not just my sister's, I didn't know about any woman's. Back then, I hadn't even watched porn. Of course, the mystery emanating from the secret area between the legs was even more attractive to me. I was distressed about when I would have the opportunity to meet a real woman and experience what real sex was like.

However, I wasn't lucky. I didn't have a promiscuous sister, nor did I have an open-minded girlfriend. My girlfriend wouldn't even let me kiss her. Looking back now, our relationship was truly Platonic. We only told our best friends that we were a couple, and other than that, it seemed like we were no different from best friends! It wasn't that I didn't want to do anything, but she didn't agree, and I didn't have high expectations for girls who were still like children. I was looking forward to seeing what a grown-up woman would be like.

Later, by chance, I discovered that the bathroom door wasn't closed properly. This was more meaningful to me than discovering a new continent. It just needed the right moment to work. First, my parents had to be away from home. Second, my sister had to be home. The chances of this happening were practically zero. The excitement of finding the crack in the door was quickly replaced by disappointment, but low-probability events still have a chance of happening.

One day, my parents were going back to their hometown to attend a funeral at an old neighbor's house. Before leaving, they told my sister to take good care of me. I knew this news and inwardly cheered, but outwardly I didn't show it. Then came the waiting, the agonizing waiting.

Finally, that evening, my sister went to take a shower. I silently watched her through the crack in the door. I had planned this for a long time, meticulously calculating it. Everything went smoothly; my sister didn't notice me. In the bathroom, under the warm yellow light, my sister's already fair skin was bathed in a warm glow. I knew that if I could touch her, it would be even warmer. Those two little white rabbits on her chest were finally completely free. They proudly held up their pink little noses, greedily sucking in the water.

The rabbit, still glistening with water droplets after drinking its fill, its warm yellow body shifting and changing shape under my sister's caresses, only to immediately return to its original form. At the same time, I finally saw the long-awaited mysterious area. A triangular patch of hair grew on a small, bun-shaped mound. A smooth, thin slit extended downwards, disappearing into the thigh. Even right before my eyes, it remained so mysterious! The dark pubic hair, soaked with water, clung tightly to the mound. But it wasn't dense enough that I could still see the soft skin beneath.

My sister meticulously washed her body, carefully applying shower gel to every inch, gently rubbing. Her slender hands left a trail of fine bubbles, a little hazy, a little beautiful. My sister is so lucky to have such a beautiful body, but I don't. How wonderful it would be if I had one! I could admire it closely, gently caress it; I would absolutely adore myself.

Even if I can't have my sister's beautiful body, I'd be happy to become a string of shower gel bubbles! That way I could cling to her body and gently kiss every inch of her. Being a towel in her hand would also be great, gently absorbing the water droplets from her body. I started to envy everything in the bathroom! They could all have intimate contact with

my sister, but I could only watch from outside the door. My fantasies became much richer, and for a long time I was content with these fantasies. Time flew by, and I entered high school. In my first year of high school, I did well on a final exam. My parents allowed me to go out drinking with my classmates to celebrate. I came home slightly tipsy, and my sister was waiting for me. It turned out my parents had gone out on business. Hearing this, I was overjoyed; the alcohol had worn off. This was a golden opportunity!

I pretended to be very drunk, sat down next to my sister, and leaned into her arms. My face was pressed against her soft, warm breasts, fitting perfectly against my skin. My sister thought I was dizzy and asked me with concern if I was feeling unwell. I didn't answer her, my hands groping her body haphazardly. I had no experience, didn't know where to touch, just randomly groped.

My sister didn't know what I was trying to do, she just kept trying to grab my wandering hands. I knew my lips had to do something, and I frantically kissed the breasts in front of me. They were still so soft in my mouth, I wanted to swallow them whole. My sister screamed and pushed me away. Her eyes revealed an anger I'd never seen before; I knew she was angry!

At that moment, there was no desire left, only utter fear. If my sister told Mom and Dad, Dad might beat me to death. If others found out, the gossip wouldn't be something I could bear. I regretted what I had just done, standing there dumbfounded, even forgetting to get up. It was my sister who broke the silence, not by speaking, but by going back to her room and slamming the door shut. It took me a long time to finally come to my senses. I silently went back to my room, thinking about how to face what was to come.

Mom and Dad came home very late, and my sister and I went to the living room. I noticed my sister had changed into a crew-neck t-shirt. She wasn't wearing the tank top that revealed half of her breasts. She was probably keeping an eye on me, and I was disappointed. But more than that, I was afraid. I didn't dare look at my sister, didn't dare look at my parents. I used a hangover to hide in my room, praying my sister wouldn't tell my parents.

The next morning, my parents didn't scold me, and I felt a little relieved. My sister got up, still wearing the t-shirt, acting as if nothing had happened. I was completely relieved; I knew she hadn't told me, and I was deeply grateful to her. After breakfast, since we didn't have class, we watched TV in the living room while my parents went to work. I didn't dare talk to my sister, but I would glance at her intentionally or unintentionally. I didn't watch TV; I was thinking about why she had changed her clothes.

My sister probably noticed the doubt in my eyes, and she smiled: "You've made that area red from sucking it. What will Mom and Dad do if I don't wear this?" I smiled too. My sister

looked so beautiful then! Countless thoughts raced through my mind. Was my sister tacitly approving of me? Could I continue? But if she didn't mean it that way, would she forgive me if I took further action? In the end, reason prevailed over desire, and I didn't take any further action. That was the end of that matter.

For the next few years, I often recalled my sister's words, and just thinking about them would excite me. Countless nights, it was that moment of sucking her breast combined with my sister's words that brought me pleasure. Later, I went to university, got a girlfriend, and experienced real sex. My sister also got a boyfriend. My fantasies about my sister ceased, and that feeling gradually settled into the deepest recesses of my memory.

During those years in university, my sister didn't get married, and I never understood why she wasn't married. Until I went home for Chinese New Year during my senior year, but my mother's face was always expressionless. Once, a classmate invited me out, and after leaving, I came back and found my mother alone on the sofa, wiping away tears. I was shocked; something terrible must have happened, but I knew nothing about it.

I went to my mother's side and asked her what had happened. She shook her head, refusing to tell me. I repeatedly explained that I was grown up and should take responsibility for the family. My mother, her eyes red, said, "It's not that I think you can't handle it, it's just that you can't handle this."

"What happened? Mom, don't scare me."

"Your sister broke up."

I laughed, "I thought it was something serious! Breakups are normal for young people these days! Don't overthink it."

"But your sister is unfortunate! She's had a hard life! She can't have children. She hasn't married for years because she's been treating her illness. Now that man thinks it's incurable and has remarried. I don't know what I did to deserve this suffering!"

Hearing this, I was stunned. How could this be? My sister is so beautiful, so perfectly developed, how could she be infertile! I still held onto hope: "Try it! Medicine is so advanced now, keep trying!"

My mother shook her head and began to sob. I knew things weren't as simple as I thought. I silently stayed by my mother's side, my mind blank, not knowing what to do. One second I was saying I'd grown up, but Mom was right, this really isn't something I can handle! I'm so useless!

I found an opportunity to talk to my sister. I advised her to let go of that man, but it's easier said than done. Anyone who's experienced heartbreak understands; even if you explain it a thousand times, the pain is still there! There was no point in saying more, so I said to my sister in an unyielding tone, "Let's go on a trip for a few days."

My sister didn't refuse; she knew I meant well. We went to a few nearby attractions. I subtly hinted that she should find another boyfriend. At the same time, I tried various ways to cheer her up. I won't go into the details of that. Later, I went to school, graduated smoothly, and stayed in the city where my university was located to work. My sister gradually recovered over the next few months, although she was still occasionally melancholic!

In July, I received a call from my sister. "I'll come over in a couple of days. Your girlfriend's not here, is she?"

"Sis! We've already broken up! Why are you bringing this up?"

"It's good you broke up, so she won't misunderstand. Clean the house properly; I don't want a pile of trash to greet me."

"You're such a good sister!"

I picked her up from the airport and brought her home. She had her usual smile back, and looked even more beautiful. That night, when it was time to sleep, I realized I lived alone, so I only had one bed! I started worrying about what to do, but my sister seemed completely unconcerned. We played on the computer for a while, and then it was time for bed. My sister took a shower, and I went to shower after her. When I came back, she was already in bed. She didn't try to seduce me; she was completely different from what I had imagined in the bathroom.

From the moment she came over, I had been fantasizing about all sorts of things, and that excessive behavior from years ago came flooding back. Seeing her neatly dressed in her nightgown, I knew my fantasies were unrealistic. My desire had already been released during the shower. I had no more expectations and prepared to curl up on the sofa for the night. My sister saw me and stopped me: "How can you sleep on a single sofa? Sleep on the bed! We're siblings!"

I lay on the bed, constantly thinking, "We're siblings." Yes, nothing could possibly happen, I should just sleep! But my lower body wouldn't obey me; it was pushing against my loose pants, pointing towards the ceiling.

My sister noticed my change and smiled: "Still not well-behaved after all these years." My face flushed instantly, and I didn't know what to say. My sister continued, "You're such a grown-up and still blushing."

"Sis, I was drunk that time."

"Yeah, really drunk. You made a huge red mark on my front. I was worried Mom would see it and ask me what it was." "

Really? I've forgotten."

"Really forgotten?"

"Uh, no! That was the first time!"

My sister laughed, followed by a silent silence. Perhaps it was a little awkward, we knew we shouldn't continue this topic. But I was also really looking forward to continuing. I searched my brain for a topic, and finally asked the one thing I shouldn't have asked. I asked, "Sis, are you still undergoing treatment?"

My sister went from silence to sadness, and tears welled up in her eyes. Realizing I'd said something I shouldn't have, I quickly comforted her, "It's okay, I'm here for you." "I'm here for you"—what use was that? I didn't even know myself! I wiped away her tears, and she pulled my arm around her, throwing herself into my arms and crying even harder. I was completely at a loss. I

don't know how much time passed, but my sister cried herself to sleep and fell asleep. Right there in my arms, I held her tightly. Although women weren't mysterious to me at that moment, holding my own sister still thrilled me. My sister's body was more mature and fuller than it had been a few years ago. Her breasts were now large and soft against my chest. I drifted off to sleep contentedly, a gentle happiness in my heart.

The next morning, when I woke up, my sister was already awake. She had regained her smile and seemed quite happy. Seeing that I was awake, she sat cross-legged on the bed and said to me, "You're awake! I have something to tell you."

I replied, "What is it? So early in the morning."

"I've thought about it for a long time, and I think you're right. I should forget that person and start a new life."

"Yes! You've finally figured it out. It should have been done a long time ago! So, what do you think a new life would be like?"

"Hmm—life is beautiful. The earth will still turn even if someone leaves. Besides, there are still many people in this world who care about me!"

"Oh?"

"For example, my lovely little brother!"

"Of course, we're siblings."

The conversation suddenly fell silent again. I felt that my sister still had something to say to me, but she seemed undecided. I encouraged her, "What can't you tell me? I'm your brother! The closest man to you in the world!"

"Brother, I want to continue treatment for my problem."

"Great! That's always been my encouragement! If you don't have money, I'm working now, we can definitely afford it together."

"Money isn't a problem."

"Then what is the problem?"

"It's embarrassing to talk about."

"It's alright, we're the closest of family!"

"It's...that...the doctor said that to treat this, I need...I need someone to cooperate." My sister's voice trailed off; she must have been forcing herself to say those embarrassing things. Of course, I understood what "cooperation" meant, but I still reluctantly said, "You should find a boyfriend soon."

Tears welled up in my sister's eyes again, and she almost cried, saying, "Who would want me like this!" Afraid she would cry again, I mustered my courage and said to her, "Sister, don't worry. It's not a problem! If you cooperate, what do you think of me? What do you think of me?"

"How can that be? We're siblings! That's incest, no way!"

At this point, I knew my sister just needed a way out. She was, after all, a woman, even if she had long harbored these thoughts. This step still had to be taken by me, so I put my arm around my sister's shoulder and gently said, "Sister, this is a critical time. We're getting treatment, not committing incest. If we cooperate and get cured, you can confidently pursue your happiness. Besides, in this unfamiliar city, if you don't tell and I don't tell, no one will know. We're siblings, and it's precisely because we're siblings that we can trust each other and keep each other's secrets! If you find another man to treat you with, even if he's your best friend, he can't completely keep your secrets. And he'll only be taking from you, wanting to possess your body. How could he genuinely want you to be well like I do?"

My sister didn't answer me, but I knew she had already let go of half of her worries. I held her shoulders, gazed into her eyes, and continued, "Sister, we're here for treatment! Not some despicable incestuous affair! Besides, we're living in the new era; we should consider the actual situation and not be bound by convention. Relax, focus on your treatment, and maybe you'll recover quickly if you have a good mindset."

My sister still didn't speak, but gently closed her eyes. I knew this was tacit agreement. At that moment, I was overwhelmed with emotion. I only knew that my entire body was trembling with excitement, every pore seemed to be cheering!

I gently kissed my sister's lips, the lips I had longed for for so many years. They were softer, warmer, and more moist than I had imagined. A current surged from the base of my spine to my head, my cheeks almost stiffening from the intense stimulation. I hugged my sister tightly, wishing I could pull her into my body, to merge us into one, inseparable forever. Our lips met repeatedly, our arms clasped tightly together, and we remained in that position for an unknown amount of time. This kiss, so long overdue, was one neither of us wanted to part from.

We finally separated, our breaths ragged. We gazed at each other for a moment, then pressed our lips together again. At the same time, I extended my tongue, prying open my sister's teeth, exploring her smooth, fragrant tongue within her mouth. My sister responded eagerly, we licked each other, enjoying the electric sensations transmitted through our tongues. No delicacy in the world could compare to the taste of my sister's tongue! I gently laid my sister down, pressing her against me, without
stopping kissing her.

My sister wrapped her arms around me, one hand resting on the back of my head, gently holding my hair, as if afraid I would suddenly leave. But sister, how could I bear to leave? My sister's other hand slipped inside my clothes, pulling them down to my armpits. Reluctantly, I temporarily pulled away from my sister's lips, took off my shirt, and immediately kissed her again. My sister stroked my bare back; without the obstruction of clothing, the stimulation was even more intense. My sister's hands seemed to carry an electric current, sending tingling sensations through me, a feeling of pure bliss from skin to bone.

I supported myself with one hand, freeing the other to touch her breasts. Even through her clothes, I could feel their softness and warmth. I couldn't wait any longer; I quickly caressed them outside her clothes before slipping inside. And in the next second, I removed her outer garment. Our bodies, now completely exposed, pressed tightly together. I truly felt her warmth. She was electrifying; the places I touched felt completely tingly!

Throughout this, our lips remained closed, but when her breasts touched my body, I knew I should kiss them. A hasty kiss years ago hadn't allowed me to truly experience them! I kissed my way down her neck, inch by inch, my destination her breasts, but I wouldn't miss the scenery along the way. Her fair neck, her sexy collarbone, her deep cleavage—every inch was irresistible! My sister writhed under my sweeping kisses. Her freed mouth gasped for breath!

Finally, I kissed my sister's big, white breasts! And the nipples were pink, much more beautiful than where I'd kissed before! I cupped my sister's breasts in my hands, gently kneading and kissing them, focusing all my attention on those tender mounds of flesh. It was so hard-won, so unexpected, so delightful; for a moment, I even wondered if I was dreaming! But my doubts, my thoughts, were quickly pulled back by the pleasure. My lower body was hard and throbbing, even a little painful, as if it were about to burst, desperately needing a warm little nest to envelop it! I gave up on caressing

my sister's breasts; there would be plenty of opportunities later. While kissing my sister's breasts, I began to pull down her pants. At the same time, my sister started pulling down my waistband. When we both removed the annoying restraints from each other, completely open and honest with each other... I realized my sister was already dazed; she was just instinctively stroking me, instinctively letting out soft moans.

I reached down and tested her lower body—it was wet. I could enter her directly. My dear sister, I'm coming, I want to be with you, we'll become one. Sister! I parted her legs and slowly placed my body between them. Holding my already swollen penis, I rubbed it against her tender vulva for a while, and then, as if by magic, it was drawn straight in! A warm current enveloped my penis, and waves of electricity surged through my body, sending signals of bliss to my brain.

It wasn't just my penis entering my sister's body; my whole body was enveloped by her love. My hands returned to my sister's breasts, and my lips explored her tongue, neck, collarbone, and nipples. My sister's hands sometimes caressed my buttocks, sometimes grabbed my hair, and sometimes scratched my back. We didn't need to consciously thrust; our bodies, stirred by the electric current, writhed and throbbed, constantly stimulating our joined bodies, sending shivers of pleasure through our naked forms!

Finally, I couldn't resist the relentless stimulation. A powerful current surged through my brain, and my hips involuntarily quickened their movements, thrusting wildly into my sister. With a spasm, a warm current gushed from my penis, spraying deep into my sister's body. After the first wave, the second followed! Another spasm, my penis throbbing gently inside my sister's vagina! With each throbbing, a little semen shot out, each ejaculation sending a jolt of electricity through my body! This repeated several times until everything calmed down.

I lay limply on my sister's chest, my penis still inside her. We gasped for breath, trying to calm our wildly beating hearts! Yes, I had made love with my sister, I had united with my sister! Though it was hard to believe, I had truly become one with my sister!

After a brief recovery, we both calmed down. I looked at my sister, and she looked at me. We smiled at each other, and I kissed her again, pinning her down. She struggled, turning her head away and saying, "What! More?" I didn't speak, silencing her with my actions. She gradually returned to the mood, and we entwined, caressing and writhing. There were no special positions, no obscene words. Our lovemaking was purely physical, sex paved with love!

That afternoon, we went to the hospital, registered, had tests done, and prepared for long-term treatment. Having overcome our initial reservations, our lovemaking became more varied. Our pleasure intensified! She would give me oral sex and try different positions.

I cooperated with her treatment until now. Although we're not cured yet, we no longer care about the outcome. She says she has enough with me. I love her enough too, but she insists I find a girlfriend. That's another story, a later one.

[The End]

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