Ten years later, my sister brought her child to our date.

After an autumn rain, Yili saw its first snowfall of the winter. Actually, Altay and Tianchi had already seen snow, but Yili was a surprise; it's known as the "Jiangnan of the Northwest" and often experiences mild winters.
Snow always brings joy. That evening, I saw my sister update her WeChat, saying the books she ordered had arrived, and she could read to calm her restless mind. My sister is always so refined and gentle; in her early thirties and a mother of a six-year-old, she still possesses a youthful spirit and ladylike demeanor. Touched, I chatted with her on WeChat until 1:30 AM. It was very late in the mainland, so I comforted her and told her to go to sleep. After saying goodnight, I couldn't sleep for a long time, my thoughts drifting back to the years I've known my sister…
In 2007, my sister and I met through a blog. At that time, she was my loyal fan. Due to work, I rarely interacted with my blog readers, while my sister often read my articles late at night—in her words: "I'm lovesick for her!" During the 2008 Wenchuan earthquake, my younger sister was in Chengdu. She was traumatized and left with lasting trauma. Later, though we were thousands of miles apart, we had deep conversations, and I believe I played a positive role in her psychological recovery, which is why she often thinks of me. She is gentle and grateful, and her love of reading makes her intellectual. We gradually developed feelings for each other, and taking advantage of the distance, we forgot that I was married and she was unmarried. Although we addressed each other as brother and sister, there was a deep unease in our hearts. In moments of loneliness, we communicated through the airwaves, even developing a romantic relationship online…
My sister's love life was complicated; she always kept it hidden. To avoid embarrassment, I generally didn't ask, but occasionally I felt a pang of resentment. Even after she got married and had children, we still couldn't meet. My sister repeatedly stated with certainty: her body will always belong to me, and whenever we meet, she will repay me with her body, solely out of respect and love.
Ten years have passed in a flash.
This July, I returned to my hometown in mainland China to visit relatives. Since I had plenty of time, I stayed behind to accompany my mother after my wife and children returned to Xinjiang. I inevitably felt lonely during this time, and since I lived not far from my sister's province, and she had learned through WeChat that I was in mainland China, she subtly invited me several times. So I asked my mother for a few days off and went straight to my sister's hometown, a little over 200 kilometers away, a three or four-hour drive. It turns out, meeting up was easy. All those objective reasons over the years had become mere excuses for various considerations.
My sister had booked a room at the Motel 168 in the area and was waiting for me at the street office. Cleverly, she recognized my out-of-town license plate and waved to me from afar. Recognizing each other was surprisingly smooth!
Entering the room, my sister, still radiating youthful energy, was right beside me. For a moment, I hesitated to make a move, probably thinking: maybe we should just be platonic friends! That would be fine too. Who knows? My sister sat on a chair, and I sat on the bed. While I hesitated, my sister came over and sat beside me, which made me feel apologetic, but also instantly relieved. We embraced, kissed passionately, caressed, groaned, entwined, whispered sweet nothings, and made love… My sister shed tears of happiness, calling out: "Brother, baby, father…" After a short rest and a bath, we made love again with composure. I knelt between her legs, carefully observing her, and truly appreciated her beauty: fair and tender, slender, with beautiful breasts and a slim waist. Her vulva was white and oily, yet not cluttered, as if each strand had been carefully combed, reminding me of the aesthetically pleasing erotic images online. I kissed her entire body, and when I kissed open her flower, it was so pink, narrow, delicate, and fragrant! As I slowly entered her, my sister leaned forward to look at our point of contact, then shyly looked up at me, her myriad charms belonging solely to me, filling me with immense happiness. How could I not feel a surge of desire and overwhelming power? My sister and her husband lived apart in different provinces, their relationship always distant. It was said that they didn't make love often when they were together. Her husband was thin and had a low libido, and being a Buddhist, he tended towards a life of asceticism. My sister told me with a hint of sadness, "What you give me in a day is more than what he gives me in a month!" Her sorrow stirred a deep tenderness within me, and I tried my best to give her more and more enjoyable sex. We talked heart-to-heart about life, family, reading, and being a person—we found rare common ground in all aspects!
At six o'clock in the afternoon, my sister took me to pick up my son from school. She told him I was his uncle, and the child quickly accepted me and became very affectionate. His innocent heart touched me, while my sister watched our intimate interaction with longing, her eyes filled with happiness and tenderness. At dinner, upon learning I was staying in a hotel, the child cried and insisted on staying there too, saying that he could lie in bed and watch TV. It turned out they had stayed in a hotel after their house burned down, and the child enjoyed the carefree comfort of staying in a hotel. My sister and I exchanged a glance and smiled.
A child will be a child, after all. When his mother told him there was only one room and asked him how he would sleep, he pointed to the big bed and said, "I'll sleep at the very end, Mom will sleep in the middle, and Uncle will sleep on the side."
I was still worried it might confuse my child's young mind, so I emphasized: "You and Mom will sleep in the bed, I'll sleep on the floor, I won't crowd you." But the child protested: "No, Uncle sleeps in the bed!" This made us both burst into laughter. I thought to myself, "My child, don't blame me for taking advantage of your naivety. Your mother and I have genuine love for each other, and I hope you'll understand that when you grow up. The passionate lovemaking that happens beside you while you're asleep has nothing to do with morality, it's only connected to true affection!"

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