Chapter 1

I have always told myself to restrain myself and to restrain my selfish desires.

But I still failed, I failed, like a fog and a net of melancholy...

I was hating myself and crying, facing the tears of the sky for the sacredness of the lost family affection, I was washing away yesterday's memories, and finally, the crazy bell in the water also swept into the crystal drop at the corner of my eyes.

I failed, I cried, and the tears of self-blame dripping, bit by bit, blurring the warm grassland in my heart.

I never had the heart to hold up that new umbrella, and I never had the heart to...

It was still a cool breeze and drizzle, and it was still awe-inspiring. The eyes were hazy in the distance. I could no longer stop the liquefied feelings and let them merge into a bitter and salty stream. At this time, I realized that I was shameless and despicable...

If not, the invitation from the forum leaders, if it were not the expectations of many members, I think I would not have brought out what happened yesterday. I disappoint you and I accept everyone's contempt and scolding.

I might not have applied for this business trip. If I hadn't been this business trip, I would not have returned to my hometown where I gave birth to me, I would not have met my sister who had given me a lot, nor would this ridiculous thing that made me regret for my whole life.

Sister, in my life, I have a higher position than my mother in my heart. Since I can remember, my mother rarely cares about my affairs. My sister helps me with her. She is very good at studying, life, and clothes. So my sister and I are very close. I even swear in the heart of a young child that I must marry my sister and be my wife. Every time I make a mistake and get beaten by my father, my sister always blocks her with her young body as soon as possible. My sister is also very accommodating to me. No matter what I want to sit on or what I want, my sister always I can find a way to help me satisfy me. As I get older, I become curious about women's bodies and always harass my sister. My sister did not deliberately reject me. She always tolerate my rudeness. I like to look at her body because my sister's skin is very fair and smooth to the touch. I like to watch my sister go to the bathroom, and squat opposite my sister. She looks like a small steamed bun with a slit in the middle. The urination is crystal clear and translucent, sprinkled on the ground, like a song without words, so nice and tempting.

The tender lotus root-like forearms and calves have brought my endless memories and sweetness to this day.

When I was a little older, my sister began to grow short yellow hairs from her. From then on, I also began to avoid me, but I could always see and touch the place that made me look infinitely longing for. When my sister was doing her homework, I went behind her, lifted up her clothes, rubbed her smooth and fair skin with my little cock, and surrounded her in front, touching the slight bulge of her breasts, which made her feel like she couldn't sit still every time.

Later, my sister dropped out of school because the family was unable to bear the schooling of two children. My sister went out to work. I studied alone at home, but my longing for my sister and the desire that I had no face to mention grew darkly like aquatic plants. Later, every time I masturbated, I always fantasized about my sister being by my side. Although I knew that this was a devil, I couldn't control myself. Once I closed my eyes, my sister's white and smooth skin, as well as my tender lotus-like arms and calves, appeared in my mind. Even if I didn't masturbate, just imagination was enough to make me reach a state of ethereal.

Later, when I got the college notice, my sister came back.

My sister worked hard outside. Every time she paid her salary, she only kept a small part of it and sent it all back, and even carried it herself when she was sick.

So I not only thank my sister in family affection, but also in goddess-like awe.

But these were not enough to stop the demonic obstacles in my heart. One evening, I stretched out my claws to my sister again. This time, my sister seemed to comfort me, and did not refuse. When I reached down to touch the little mauves, my sister deliberately sucked her lower abdomen and let me stretch it smoothly. The mauves grew longer. In comparison, the fastest one was my sister's breasts. They were no longer slightly bulging, but were big and round, straight, and they felt soft and comfortable to touch. The nipples were a little hard, and the bottom began to get wet. The good times didn't last long. My mother who was pushing the door in ruined the good things.

My sister entered her room with a blushing face, and I went to the main house to meet relatives and friends. When I was intimate with my sister, I told her that she would leave the door for me tonight, but my sister didn't say anything. As a result, when my parents fell asleep, I went to my sister's room without pushing.

It seems that my sister either forgot it or deliberately did not leave the door.

The next day, my parents went out because they raised money to do tuition. My sister and I were at home. I hugged my sister and I, and asked my sister why she didn't leave a door at night. My sister's face was a little flushed and gentle, asking me what I wanted to do. I didn't dare to answer. Do you want me to say directly, I want to sleep with you?

I really didn't dare to kiss her directly and touch her up and down. I couldn't take the bra, so I lifted her bra up hard. At this time, I saw my sister's breasts, which were so big, round, soft, with a little big and a little hard. I don't know why this happened, because in other people described the nipples of virgins, such as cherries and grapes.

On the contrary, my sister's nipples were bigger than grapes, dry and hard. Because I held my sister's waist with both hands, I could only hold her nipples with my mouth and kissed her hard. My sister was wearing jeans under her, which was so tight that it was difficult to take off. I rubbed her through the clothes. At that time, I was not very familiar with women's under her, so I touched them everywhere on a large scale. Not long after, I suddenly didn't know what was going on. My sister seemed to be in pain, and she hummed, as if she couldn't stand anymore. I hurriedly held it, and stopped moving, asking her sister what was wrong. My sister never spoke and her face was red. She was afraid at the time and didn't move any more. Now it was a bit funny.

Later, when I went to college, I could always solve it easily whenever I encountered difficult things, because every time I just closed my eyes and imagined the intimate scene with my sister, I felt that I was full of confidence and nothing was wrong.

Originally, the matter was the most perfect result, but I don’t know what happened to me. The lustful heart caused me to keep fantasizing about my sister’s body erect in front of me and moaning shyly…

Every time I think about my sister's milky skin, steamed bun-like lower body, and tender and watery eyes, after I reach orgasm, I keep regretting myself and scolding myself for not treating my sister like this...

Finally, this selfishness made me apply for this business trip, very close to home, thinking that I could go home and meet my sister.

Little did I know that this time I went home, I realized the dream that had been engraved in my heart for so many years.