My sister was silent for a while, and after a while, she asked quietly: Are you so anxious to marry my sister? Can't you help my sister change the light bulb and repair the water pipes? Do you have to find someone else?
It's OK... but... My heart is pounding, and there are many things in my heart that I can't say
One day I went home late, and as soon as I entered the door, I saw my sister squatting in the bathroom with her hair in her arms and rubbing her clothes.
Her pink neck was snow-white and slight sweat stains were oozing. I secretly kissed the pink neck from behind, which scared her.
The sister coquettishly: Why are you doing something secretly, like a thief? Didn’t you agree to come back at ten o’clock?
I was afraid that my sister would be in danger at home alone, so I started to have a drink before I drank it! This day was a college class reunion, and I told my sister that it would not end at about ten o'clock. Unexpectedly, after the dinner, everyone shouted to go to the hotel. I was not interested and drove back to my residence.
How to wash with your hands? Isn’t there a washing machine?
Some pure cotton coat materials will not deform if washed by hand, and the washing machine cannot be cleaned, so it is very uncomfortable to wear on the body! My sister replied to me, but her little hands are still rubbing
I saw that the wet clothes contained several of my shirts and trousers. Even the underwear stained with yellow stains were also inside. They were mixed with my sister's lace-edged trousers, and they were entangled.
I asked dumbly: Sister! Didn’t my clothes be placed in the dirty bucket in the room? I plan to wash them myself
My sister helps you clean your room and wash it together when you see dirty clothes. I don’t know which day you will wait for you to wash. You are so lazy!
But... but that was a man's underwear... I saw that the underwear my sister was rubbing with her little hands was mine. There was a dizzy stain on the trouser cushion, which was the body fluid secreted by her sexual organs. I couldn't help but blush and make a defense of my ears.
Why? Are you afraid that my sister will touch your underwear? I don’t think it’s dirty... My sister’s face also blushed, but she didn’t mean to stop.
Yes... I'm sorry! Otherwise, I'll help me too. I took a bench and sat down next to my sister. I picked up a pair of sister's briefs and rubbed them like my sister.
It was a pink and white silk briefs, with translucent back, and many roses were carved in the trouser trouser, shining with pink luster, and the texture was quite delicate. I spread it open and rubbed the light stains inside. When I thought it was the trace left by my sister's private parts, the trouser trouser didn't feel a little bigger.
My sister blushed and she smiled shyly: No! That... it's very dirty...
I don't think it's dirty! Instead, I love to wash it so hard! I replied to her with my sister's words, and she scolded her and didn't know what to do. The two of us siblings blushed and washed all our clothes.
During the process, I saw her shy face bright and radiant. I almost forgot that she was my sister
I really want to take her into my arms, stick her skin tightly with my skin, and touch her delicate body with my hot cock. The erect penis shows my desire for her, but I don't know if it's hot inside her close shorts as much as me
Since most of the time spent on the second year of the graduate school is spent on writing papers, the first year of the graduate school is quite heavy, much better than when I was in college. I was just familiar with the environment, equipment, and soon, the subsequent exams, and the reports were so busy that I was overwhelmed by the reports.
Near the end of the year, I had a subject report on market consumption behavior that must be submitted, which contains actual data from market research. I roughly estimate that at least 100 valid questionnaire results must be obtained before enough. Taking advantage of the gap, I planned to make a day off to randomly conduct it on the streets of Taipei.
In order to reduce the burden on the day, I took five of my troubles to my sister to take her to the company to help her. My sister asked about the time of handing over the paper and agreed readily to me.
Because it was the next Thursday to pay in class, I calculated that as long as I successfully obtain the questionnaire results on Sunday, plus four days of analysis, sorting and typing, it will not be difficult to complete it successfully by then
If my sister can help share half of the work, maybe she can complete the questionnaire in less than half a day that day, and we still have extra time to watch a movie or go outing. My sister loves me and she will definitely agree.
With my wishful thinking, I am still busy with my studies. Every day, in order to return home early and increase my time with my sister, I will make good use of every minute and every second in school, just to get along with my sister easily and without burden when I get home.
I remember it was Thursday night, and I didn't leave the laboratory until after 8 o'clock. The sky was drizzling and the climate was a little wet and cold. I was greedy for convenience without a raincoat and riding a motorcycle along Roosevelt Road.
A little bit of raindrops formed a halo in front of my glasses. I had poor vision. I didn't dare to ride fast, but I only dared to follow the locomotive lane.
The temperature is not low, but the humidity brings coldness, especially the night wind blowing, I retracted my neck into the turtleneck sweater, thinking about my sister at home, and I couldn't help but feel a little warmth.
My sister must have eaten outside before going home, right?
She will definitely take a shower first, then change into a silk two-piece nightgown, hold up her naked feet and watch TV. She must be careless, drinking fruit tea while paying attention to time. Perhaps her half-wet hair is still wafting with a strong musk smell.
I was riding and laughing because I remembered the scene of washing my underwear that day. My sister's underwear was so smooth and cute. If she was worn on her, it would be very charming and inconspicuous. But was her shame at that time just a shame between the siblings?
The fabric on my hand that was close to her private parts for twenty-four hours. Don’t she feel that there is an ambiguous hint of male and female desire?
The red light is on!
I stopped at the intersection of the busy area of the mansion. There were a lot of people and cars at the forefront. The cars were parked on the road, while the people were hiding under the archway.
The colorful umbrellas formed a sea of flowers, almost submerging the crowded crowd. After the green light was on, I moved forward with the tide of cars. I seemed to see my sister in the crowd.
I cut closer to the road and looked at the wet arcade. Is the woman with black hair, blue wool coat and black tight trousers a sister?
Yes!
It's sister!
That round and perky buttock must be my sister. What did she do on the street on such a wet and cold night?
Parked the car on the side of the road, and I looked at my sister from afar
She held a stack of white paper and chatted with passers-by one by one. Most of them shook their hands and ignored her. A few stopped, whispered to each other and left again, but she still asked one by one without giving up.
I walked forward a few steps and saw that my sister's hair was wet, the bangs on her forehead became clockwork, and several parts on her light blue sweater were dizzy as blue as sea blue. Suddenly, my nose was sore, and I shouted to my sister: Sister!
When my sister heard this, she waved to me and still spoke to the passerby in front of me. I walked up and asked her: Sister! What are you doing? She put on a sorry expression to the passerby in front of me and replied to me: I didn’t see it!
I'll help you do a questionnaire! The blank paper on your hand is lined with detailed lines. Isn't it the questionnaire I designed?
You...you...you...you don't stay at home on such a cold night, and actually ran to the road to send a questionnaire, asking me how to bear it...I felt both distressed and angry in my heart. I snatched the questionnaire from her hand, took her hand and wanted to leave
I want to say that if you are leisurely at night, it is better to help you complete it first... She asked me to pull it away hard, stammering in my mouth
Before she could finish her words, I interrupted her loudly: You don’t know how much I feel sorry for this. I will handle my own affairs in the future, and you don’t have to worry about it!
So... are you angry? People want to finish it first. On Saturday, you can go out with your sister! My sister is like a child who has made a mistake, following me obediently
When I heard my sister say this, I couldn't help but burst into tears. Sister!
Why should you be so kind to me?
Why do you want me to be addicted to your tenderness?
Aren’t you afraid that I will be addicted and will be doomed?
Or do you love me the same as I love you?
I wanted to scream so I hugged my sister tightly and told her not to spoil me in a spoiled way, that would make me misunderstand!
I walked with a tide of thoughts for a long time, and my sister suddenly asked me: Brother! Where are you going when you walk around like this? I looked around and couldn't help but be stunned. Yes! Where are I going? Sister, 小可
Smile, take my hand and walk back, fool! The car is here!
Although the rain is getting heavier, I don’t feel cold at all with my sister by my side
After walking a few steps, my sister snuggled into my arms and said softly: Don’t be angry! I pouted and replied to her: Who is angry?
Isn't it? If you understand my heart, you will know that I am not angry, but heartache!
My sister and I maintain a love that is almost like nothing. Although I suspect that my sister is mixed with relationships with me, I cannot speak out, because no matter what the answer is, it is also a result that is unbearable for me.
I love my sister, and I love me too. The love between the two should have been a blessing for everyone, but if the partner is replaced by a sibling, it becomes a bad fate that cannot be tolerated by the world.
Once I misunderstood my sister's feelings and mistaken family affection for love, I will be extremely sad.
Rather than being sad or bearing the charge of incest, it is better to let it go.
Until one day I drank with the professor and senior to celebrate the professor's 60th birthday. I drank too much that night and almost felt difficult to walk. My sister called me a cell phone, and I could only ask her to come and pick me up because I couldn't even ride a bike.
It's OK... but... My heart is pounding, and there are many things in my heart that I can't say
One day I went home late, and as soon as I entered the door, I saw my sister squatting in the bathroom with her hair in her arms and rubbing her clothes.
Her pink neck was snow-white and slight sweat stains were oozing. I secretly kissed the pink neck from behind, which scared her.
The sister coquettishly: Why are you doing something secretly, like a thief? Didn’t you agree to come back at ten o’clock?
I was afraid that my sister would be in danger at home alone, so I started to have a drink before I drank it! This day was a college class reunion, and I told my sister that it would not end at about ten o'clock. Unexpectedly, after the dinner, everyone shouted to go to the hotel. I was not interested and drove back to my residence.
How to wash with your hands? Isn’t there a washing machine?
Some pure cotton coat materials will not deform if washed by hand, and the washing machine cannot be cleaned, so it is very uncomfortable to wear on the body! My sister replied to me, but her little hands are still rubbing
I saw that the wet clothes contained several of my shirts and trousers. Even the underwear stained with yellow stains were also inside. They were mixed with my sister's lace-edged trousers, and they were entangled.
I asked dumbly: Sister! Didn’t my clothes be placed in the dirty bucket in the room? I plan to wash them myself
My sister helps you clean your room and wash it together when you see dirty clothes. I don’t know which day you will wait for you to wash. You are so lazy!
But... but that was a man's underwear... I saw that the underwear my sister was rubbing with her little hands was mine. There was a dizzy stain on the trouser cushion, which was the body fluid secreted by her sexual organs. I couldn't help but blush and make a defense of my ears.
Why? Are you afraid that my sister will touch your underwear? I don’t think it’s dirty... My sister’s face also blushed, but she didn’t mean to stop.
Yes... I'm sorry! Otherwise, I'll help me too. I took a bench and sat down next to my sister. I picked up a pair of sister's briefs and rubbed them like my sister.
It was a pink and white silk briefs, with translucent back, and many roses were carved in the trouser trouser, shining with pink luster, and the texture was quite delicate. I spread it open and rubbed the light stains inside. When I thought it was the trace left by my sister's private parts, the trouser trouser didn't feel a little bigger.
My sister blushed and she smiled shyly: No! That... it's very dirty...
I don't think it's dirty! Instead, I love to wash it so hard! I replied to her with my sister's words, and she scolded her and didn't know what to do. The two of us siblings blushed and washed all our clothes.
During the process, I saw her shy face bright and radiant. I almost forgot that she was my sister
I really want to take her into my arms, stick her skin tightly with my skin, and touch her delicate body with my hot cock. The erect penis shows my desire for her, but I don't know if it's hot inside her close shorts as much as me
Since most of the time spent on the second year of the graduate school is spent on writing papers, the first year of the graduate school is quite heavy, much better than when I was in college. I was just familiar with the environment, equipment, and soon, the subsequent exams, and the reports were so busy that I was overwhelmed by the reports.
Near the end of the year, I had a subject report on market consumption behavior that must be submitted, which contains actual data from market research. I roughly estimate that at least 100 valid questionnaire results must be obtained before enough. Taking advantage of the gap, I planned to make a day off to randomly conduct it on the streets of Taipei.
In order to reduce the burden on the day, I took five of my troubles to my sister to take her to the company to help her. My sister asked about the time of handing over the paper and agreed readily to me.
Because it was the next Thursday to pay in class, I calculated that as long as I successfully obtain the questionnaire results on Sunday, plus four days of analysis, sorting and typing, it will not be difficult to complete it successfully by then
If my sister can help share half of the work, maybe she can complete the questionnaire in less than half a day that day, and we still have extra time to watch a movie or go outing. My sister loves me and she will definitely agree.
With my wishful thinking, I am still busy with my studies. Every day, in order to return home early and increase my time with my sister, I will make good use of every minute and every second in school, just to get along with my sister easily and without burden when I get home.
I remember it was Thursday night, and I didn't leave the laboratory until after 8 o'clock. The sky was drizzling and the climate was a little wet and cold. I was greedy for convenience without a raincoat and riding a motorcycle along Roosevelt Road.
A little bit of raindrops formed a halo in front of my glasses. I had poor vision. I didn't dare to ride fast, but I only dared to follow the locomotive lane.
The temperature is not low, but the humidity brings coldness, especially the night wind blowing, I retracted my neck into the turtleneck sweater, thinking about my sister at home, and I couldn't help but feel a little warmth.
My sister must have eaten outside before going home, right?
She will definitely take a shower first, then change into a silk two-piece nightgown, hold up her naked feet and watch TV. She must be careless, drinking fruit tea while paying attention to time. Perhaps her half-wet hair is still wafting with a strong musk smell.
I was riding and laughing because I remembered the scene of washing my underwear that day. My sister's underwear was so smooth and cute. If she was worn on her, it would be very charming and inconspicuous. But was her shame at that time just a shame between the siblings?
The fabric on my hand that was close to her private parts for twenty-four hours. Don’t she feel that there is an ambiguous hint of male and female desire?
The red light is on!
I stopped at the intersection of the busy area of the mansion. There were a lot of people and cars at the forefront. The cars were parked on the road, while the people were hiding under the archway.
The colorful umbrellas formed a sea of flowers, almost submerging the crowded crowd. After the green light was on, I moved forward with the tide of cars. I seemed to see my sister in the crowd.
I cut closer to the road and looked at the wet arcade. Is the woman with black hair, blue wool coat and black tight trousers a sister?
Yes!
It's sister!
That round and perky buttock must be my sister. What did she do on the street on such a wet and cold night?
Parked the car on the side of the road, and I looked at my sister from afar
She held a stack of white paper and chatted with passers-by one by one. Most of them shook their hands and ignored her. A few stopped, whispered to each other and left again, but she still asked one by one without giving up.
I walked forward a few steps and saw that my sister's hair was wet, the bangs on her forehead became clockwork, and several parts on her light blue sweater were dizzy as blue as sea blue. Suddenly, my nose was sore, and I shouted to my sister: Sister!
When my sister heard this, she waved to me and still spoke to the passerby in front of me. I walked up and asked her: Sister! What are you doing? She put on a sorry expression to the passerby in front of me and replied to me: I didn’t see it!
I'll help you do a questionnaire! The blank paper on your hand is lined with detailed lines. Isn't it the questionnaire I designed?
You...you...you...you don't stay at home on such a cold night, and actually ran to the road to send a questionnaire, asking me how to bear it...I felt both distressed and angry in my heart. I snatched the questionnaire from her hand, took her hand and wanted to leave
I want to say that if you are leisurely at night, it is better to help you complete it first... She asked me to pull it away hard, stammering in my mouth
Before she could finish her words, I interrupted her loudly: You don’t know how much I feel sorry for this. I will handle my own affairs in the future, and you don’t have to worry about it!
So... are you angry? People want to finish it first. On Saturday, you can go out with your sister! My sister is like a child who has made a mistake, following me obediently
When I heard my sister say this, I couldn't help but burst into tears. Sister!
Why should you be so kind to me?
Why do you want me to be addicted to your tenderness?
Aren’t you afraid that I will be addicted and will be doomed?
Or do you love me the same as I love you?
I wanted to scream so I hugged my sister tightly and told her not to spoil me in a spoiled way, that would make me misunderstand!
I walked with a tide of thoughts for a long time, and my sister suddenly asked me: Brother! Where are you going when you walk around like this? I looked around and couldn't help but be stunned. Yes! Where are I going? Sister, 小可
Smile, take my hand and walk back, fool! The car is here!
Although the rain is getting heavier, I don’t feel cold at all with my sister by my side
After walking a few steps, my sister snuggled into my arms and said softly: Don’t be angry! I pouted and replied to her: Who is angry?
Isn't it? If you understand my heart, you will know that I am not angry, but heartache!
My sister and I maintain a love that is almost like nothing. Although I suspect that my sister is mixed with relationships with me, I cannot speak out, because no matter what the answer is, it is also a result that is unbearable for me.
I love my sister, and I love me too. The love between the two should have been a blessing for everyone, but if the partner is replaced by a sibling, it becomes a bad fate that cannot be tolerated by the world.
Once I misunderstood my sister's feelings and mistaken family affection for love, I will be extremely sad.
Rather than being sad or bearing the charge of incest, it is better to let it go.
Until one day I drank with the professor and senior to celebrate the professor's 60th birthday. I drank too much that night and almost felt difficult to walk. My sister called me a cell phone, and I could only ask her to come and pick me up because I couldn't even ride a bike.
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