Beautiful sister. - Krazy Fairy

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Beautiful sister.

How I long to be close to you.

Your tits, your tits, your tits.

Your round ass.

Your slender waist.

Your sheepish body.

The way you look in your pink halter top and tight pants every time you get out of the shower makes me unable to control myself.

How I want to hold you down!

How many times have I wanted to rush into the bathroom and get a glimpse of your moving body.

How many times I’ve wanted to charm you, to give my long pent-up desire a boost.

And how many times have I taken advantage of your absence to shoot hot cum in your tiny sexy panties.

I even used binoculars to try to spy on you in your sleep.

And you always put the lights out.

I fantasize that one day you will understand me enough to let me have a kiss, though that may always be a dream.

stupid (Beijing dialect)

Tuesday (summer vacation day) Sunny

Today is Tuesday, a weekday. My mom and sister went to work, my dad went to the construction site he supervises, and my brother and I were the only ones at home.

We sat on the couch and watched TV. Nothing good was on, but nothing else was interesting either. I caught a glimpse of my sister’s room door left open.

My sister’s house has always been somewhat of a mystery to me, and a great temptation has arisen from it. I always wanted to go inside. So I dismissed my brother (to do his homework) and entered my sister’s house with a heart beating wildly with nervousness and excitement.

The room faced the sun, and it was now nine o’clock in the morning, and the sun was ungrudgingly dialing up its light, illuminating the whole room with a golden splendor.

In the northwest corner of the room sits a table with a tape recorder, and next to the tape recorder sits a picture frame with a picture of my sister in it and a packet of tissues. Because the curtains blocked out just that part of the table’s sunlight, this northwest corner of the table was hidden in darkness, in stark contrast to the rest of the room. And it was from this darkness that my eye began its tour.

On the same side as the table and opposite to it was a large closet. Between the closet and the table was the bed where I was closest to my beautiful sister every night. How I wanted to switch places with this bed. There was a pink space quilt and a heart-shaped pillow on the big bed, giving people infinite reverie.

To the right of the house was an open space with just a swivel chair with a white doll furry bear sitting on it.

My adventure (think of it as an adventure) started in the closet.

When I opened the cupboard door, I was greeted by the beautiful lingerie that had been haunting me all day. In an instant, all the blood in my body was concentrated in one place – I had an erection. In a sudden flash of light, an idea came to me, and it was this idea that triggered everything that was to come.

I took a beige bra and a pair of beige bottoms (they were supposed to be a set) out of the closet and “wore” them on a pillow. I also got some shredded paper and stuffed it inside the bra to make it look more like a pair of boobs. I then proceeded to rape my imaginary sister.

After only a few rubs I came, getting my entire bottom covered in cum.

After venting, I calmed down and realized that there were a lot of things that needed to be done, such as how to clean my sister’s panties, how to put her underwear in the same condition, and so on. In addition, I also found a very serious problem – what if my parents or sister came back during my “crime”?

While thinking about that, I left my sister’s room after organizing my things and hastily wiping off that dusty root.

They all came back in the evening and nothing untoward happened, so I ate and went to bed in peace. In bed I thought about getting high again tomorrow, but the technique would have to be improved.

surname San

Wednesday, April 14th, 2010, clear

After yesterday’s experience, I’m well on my way today. It just so happens that my brother went out with his classmates today, saving me the effort of detaching him.

Entering my sister’s room again (it would be nice to just “enter my sister” someday), I didn’t open the closet right away, but resisted the urge to walk over to the table to see what was inside it.

The table is divided into left and right sides with four drawers each. There is also a large drawer in the center. The large drawer and the upper two small drawers on both sides were unlocked, but the rest were locked. When I opened them one by one, they were full of tapes, books, cosmetics, and so on, but not the things I had imagined, such as diaries, condoms, and so on.

It seemed that my sister was still a top shy person and refused to put those things out in the open or didn’t have them at all. All this aroused my interest even more. (I’m sorry I didn’t tell you until now, but my sister is nineteen and I’m eighteen.) I wonder what’s in the locked drawer?

The urge inside me grew, eating away at my patience like a black hole. Finally I left the table and opened the longed-for closet. This time I took a pair of white cotton panties and a pink lace bra, and “wore” them on the pillow as I did last time. But this time I always feel that something is not right, look for a while to realize that the pillow is too thick, not at all like my sister, and those lovely underwear to hold up the appearance.

Here I want to describe to you my beautiful sister: sister this year nineteen years old (this has been mentioned above), about one meter six and a half, a head of valiant short hair, melon face is slightly round, chest is not big, but the orthopedic quite very much. Waist is not very thin, but sexy; jade buttocks round, although not very warped but extremely endowed with a sense of beauty. Fair skin, especially the face, white and red, like ripe fresh fruit, blown to break.

Once in the car, because there are many people we two sit very close, my sister is wearing seven pants, revealing a section of snow white calves stretched out in front of me, at that time I really hate …… In addition, my sister has a pair of slender legs and a pair of dainty feet, and the rest of her body together is definitely a sexy beauty.

Lol, just describing it, I was rushing ahead.

Once I realized the problem, I found a piece of string, strangled a thin section of it around the pillow equivalent of my waist, tightened my bra and bottoms, and proceeded to ……

There are just so many differences between today and yesterday, even the way I feel after getting high. I always felt a sense of loss afterward today, but why I just don’t know.

Thursday

It was a gloomy day, but my lust remained the same, if not stronger. So are thoughts of my sister.

After 8:30 a.m., I waited for everyone to disappear and then started the “mandatory” class. Since it was just the beginning of the work day, it was still early for them to come back. So I did it once and then a couple more times. On the fourth time I couldn’t get enough, the door opened outside. Before I could get everything together, people were already coming in. I thought to myself that this time it was going to be a disaster and I would have to do it the hard way. I even thought about how I would respond if it was my parents or brother. But I didn’t expect it to be my sister. I never dared to imagine how to face my sister. But now I have to face my sister, the world has changed.

When I confronted my sister with my dusty root, the scene was embarrassing as she looked at the bed full of underwear and her brother with no pants on.

My head coos and the whole world is cut off from me. I didn’t even know what my sister said or didn’t say a word. I ran out of my sister’s room, wanting to find a crack to burrow into and hide forever.

I never entered my sister’s room again for the next few days, but strangely enough no one in the family blamed me. Why I just don’t know ……

**Month **, **Year **

I spent a week in extreme patience. Today I couldn’t hold back any longer, plus I think time erases everything.

I once again came to my sister’s room.

In the past week, I couldn’t go to my sister’s room, and my whole body had no place to give vent to my desire, so I started to read pornographic novels. But it didn’t help, instead the more I got, the more horny I got. But I learned one thing – masturbation. That is, jerking off. However, every time, I always made my dusty root swell up, but I couldn’t release the fire. I thought it might be the lack of emotional stimulation. So I entered my sister’s room.

Unable to wait, I pulled out a pair of narrow red triangular panties that were cut out in the upper part of my pussy, and I wrapped the part of them that wrapped around my labia around my dusty root and fiddled with it. After a couple dozen strokes, a thick jet of cum shot out all over the floor.

Cool! This one was the best one in days. I went wild for a while with my sister’s panties wrapped around my dusty root like that, lying on my back on her bed.

After packing up my things, I went to the living room to watch TV. After a while, I actually regained my energy. My sister’s ajar door began to lure me again. I entered my sister’s room once again.

This time my arousal didn’t burn so much, and I began to look around my sister’s room once more. I found that there was actually a tub of clothes – a tub of dirty clothes – in the southwest corner of the room.

Ah, come to think of it. Last night, the clothes that my sister changed out of after taking a bath, I didn’t wash them because it was too late. I think these are the ones. I picked through them and found my sister’s panties – panties that I changed into but didn’t wash, panties that still carry my sister’s body odor and pussy secretions.

The heart was beating wildly at an incredible rate, and Dusty Root straightened up immediately.

I have to be surprised. This is a surprise. Isn’t it no different than going right into your sister?

At the same time, the aura flashed in my mind again – if I could apply my cum on my sister’s panties, wouldn’t that be similar to fucking her directly?

So I got off six times with this surprising pair of panties. Spread the cum evenly over all of my sister’s panties and bra where it clung to her nipples. Spread the rest evenly over my sister’s mouth cup and poured it into her shampoo. Imagining my sister being fucked by me, I got another erection and shot a load. Not wanting to waste the sperm, I poured it all into the bath towel my sister used for her shower.

But I’m not experienced enough this time, so next time, I’ll count on my sister to have everything ready before her shower. That way …… hehehe!

Ah, happy day!

Saturday, April 14th, 2010, Sunny

Mom and Dad didn’t have to work today, so as a family we decided to go back home to visit Grandma. We went back in the morning and stayed until the afternoon as usual. Instead, I ran home alone after lunch, for reasons that go without saying. I had a good reason not to let mom and dad get suspicious – I had a date with my classmates to review our homework together in the afternoon.

I was very happy to be back home alone, for reasons that go without saying. But as I was about to enter my sister’s room again, something plagued me, lingering and checking invisibly like a spider’s web in mid-air that I had suddenly hit.

It is necessary to say a little about my life here. I lost my father when I was a child and my two brothers grew up with their mother. When I was a freshman in high school, my current father entered our lives, and following his arrival was my sister. Although she was nominally my sister,, from the moment she arrived in our house, I could not help but transfer all my interest in the opposite sex to her.

I think the above may be the source of the “cobwebs”.

I can’t always be like this because she is my sister; but I am always like this because she is not physically my sister. And that’s what gives me immense pleasure from my attachment to my sister – first, I’m not incestuous; second, I’m incestuous again.

Just like that, I sat on the couch and thought about it. Until Mom and Dad and the others came back.

In the evening, I saw my sister again, fresh out of the shower in her pink tank top and tight pink shorts. My desire rushed out again like a volcano erupting. “I want my sister” this thought in my mind lingering, long time not go. I will never take my sister’s underwear to vent again. That would only bring me more and more disappointment and loss.

Thus, a “conspiracy” was brewing in my head.

Monday, April 14, 2010, clear

I don’t think there are more than three consequences of my closeness to my sister:

1. My sister can understand a piece of my heart, and we are watertight.

2. My sister was reluctant, but after I designed to get close to her, she accepted me.

3. My sister didn’t want it, and after I designed to get close to her, she hated me to the bone.

In terms of what’s at stake, number one is undoubtedly the preferred option. But, one, things aren’t so perfect. Two, even if this route worked it wouldn’t be exciting enough. The third one is the most exciting, but the consequences are too severe. Therefore, the second one is my final choice.

Today my sister is not working. Sis always takes a bath before she goes to bed if she doesn’t work. After the shower, my sister would not open the closet. The closet is big enough to hide a living person like me. I can hide in there until after my sister goes to bed. ……

The reason I couldn’t go in through the door after my sister went to bed was because the door to her room was always double-secured, and even if I had a key, the sound of the door opening would surely wake her up, so I chose the above path.

With an idea, all that’s missing is practice and luck.

After dinner, Mom and Dad went to bed early and my brother went out to play. I pretended to be uncomfortable and went to my room. Taking advantage of my sister’s shower, I flashed into her room and hid in the closet.

Bringing the plan to fruition is often a 50/50 chance, and the tension in my heart, needless to say. Not to mention the fact that I was on the battlefield instead of strategizing, and I was even a little scared. That’s all I can say about the difficulty of riding a tiger.

Little by little, time passed and I was suffering from time. “Why isn’t sis in bed yet.”

It was dark, of course, and I couldn’t see if it was dark at all as I was hiding in the cupboard. But the light in my sister’s room was on, that’s what I could see. The light penetrated into the slightly open crack of the closet as if to search for me. I hastily ducked inside. But my eyes remained outside as my sister came in.

And so it was that I saw everything through a crack, and through that crack, got everything.

My sister had finished her shower and was wearing her ever-fresh, fragrant bathrobe – a pink halter top and tight pink shorts. The aroma lingered all over her body – I could smell it even when I was in the closet. Her hair was still dry, and I thought it should be releasing the scent of green apples. There were still droplets of water on her arms and calves, and I seemed to smell the scent of my sister’s body emanating from them. My sister’s tank top was short and didn’t quite match her shorts, which gave me a glimpse of part of her sexy waist and her slightly concave belly button.

My sister brushed her hair, looked in the mirror and gave herself a sweet smile. Followed by reading a book while seemingly waiting for her hair to dry. Sister never used a hair dryer, never made a mask, and never used makeup. Sister is naturally beautiful.

Finally, the hair is dry.

I thought my sister would undress slowly and go to bed. （I thought she would slowly undress and go to bed (so I could have a good look at her), but she just turned off the light.

Just lay down on the bed.

During the time I waited for my sister to fall asleep, I wondered if she would masturbate. Doesn’t she have any desires?

But my sister didn’t masturbate and fell asleep like a real girl. Her even breathing told me that she was sound asleep. It was now eleven-thirty at night.

I tiptoed around and pushed open the closet door, “Squeak,” a sound that scared me all to death. “Don’t wake up sis!” After a moment of freezing in the darkness, I stepped out of the closet.

Facing my sister, who was lying on the bed in deep sleep, my whole body began to tremble with wariness, as if it was going to jump. The dust root had long since topped out.

Since it was summer, my sister didn’t cover anything, or maybe that’s why she wore clothes to bed.

Downstairs from my house is a highway, and across the highway is a construction site with lights that stay on all night.

White shimmering light radiated in through the glass window, spilling trivially over my sister and reflecting in my eyes.

Sister’s firm breasts, flat stomach, slender legs, beautiful face, together with the moon white light, how beautiful it is! I can’t even bear to spoil this good time. However ……

I tried to explore my hands to my sister’s peppery breasts, gently caressing them through her tank top. My sister was not wearing a bra, and her soft hemispherical breasts sent a burst of stimulation to my hand, traveling all over her body and finally returning to her dusty root. Like a wave of attack so that I have long been erected dust root can not help themselves, a torrent of jet out – I ejaculated.

The head wave of lust was thus temporarily relieved. I began to appreciate my sister’s body. Of course, while admiring it, I had to be careful not to wake up my sister.

I gently moved my sister’s arms and lifted her tank top from bottom to top. In the process, I slowly saw my sister’s belly, inch by inch of snow-white compact skin, and finally reached my sister’s proud breasts. The blood in my whole body froze for it, and in the whole world, except for the sound of my sister’s breathing and my heartbeat, I could no longer hear any sound.

I bend down, lower my head, starting from my sister’s belly, kissing her inch by inch upwards. My tongue touched my sister’s tender skin, and my nose sucked in my sister’s fragrant scent of Ruolan, inch by inch, inch by inch ……

I ran the tip of my tongue over the base of my sister’s nipple and drew a circle around the “mountain range” and up the hill to the ruby red nipple.

Perhaps stimulated, or perhaps entering an alien sleep, my sister’s breathing became a little more rapid. I think she must be dreaming well.

After about half an hour of breast fondling, I began to blaze downward.

From the breasts, I meandered down, kissing my sister’s upper body over again to her sacred sanctuary.

Through the tight shorts, I could already smell a refreshing scent. It must be my sister’s scent mixed with the scent of shower gel.

And so I kept my head in this happy place, seizing the infinite wonder.

After about ten minutes, I began to remove my sister’s shorts. My mood was one of nervousness and urgency, my movements careful and cautious.

I gently lifted my sister’s jade ass and undid her shorts from behind. “Ah!” I wanted to scream, my sister was actually wearing those white panties that were my favorite today.

Looking at my sister’s flat belly, slightly bulging, pussy wrapped in the narrow band of her panties, my long erected dusty root couldn’t stand it any longer.

I spread my legs apart, and rubbed my dusty root over my sister’s pussy, rubbing it against my panties. I could only feel something surging inside me, threatening a volcanic eruption. “Endure!”

But it was only endured for about two minutes before a white dragon came out over the hole. A puddle of spermatozoa was then added to my sister’s belly.

Looking at the time, it was a little after one o’clock, so I started to take off my sister’s panties.

I inserted my hands underneath my sister’s jade buttocks, and slowly took off the only clothing on my sister’s body that could cover her shame, following her round and compact legs to the bottom.

Now, this goddess of my heart was finally naked before my eyes and in the midst of nature. I was so excited that I almost wept!

Lowering my head again, I kissed my sister’s pussy heavily, the tip of my tongue roaming the thin slit. I spread my sister’s legs slightly, exposing her vagina. The tip of my tongue was like a fish “drilling” into my sister’s pussy door, which was so small. Oh, it’s probably because the hymen is blocking it. It’s a pity that there is no light, otherwise I really need to see what the hymen looks like. It should be like the “Peach Blossom Garden” said: “The first extremely narrow, only passable ……”.

From the pussy upwards, I kissed to the clitoris (don’t think I don’t know, I’m a medical student). As I kissed, I suddenly realized that my sister’s lower body was oozing a milky white liquid with an unscented but nice smell. Completely involuntarily, I took them all into my mouth and swallowed them into my stomach, a sense of unprecedented acquisition was born. Sister, I love you!

Then I kissed her lower body down to her toes.

That night, my sister’s sheets were a wet mess, and her panties were not spared. And I paid the most “painful” “price” since the summer vacation – my legs were weak. The next day, my sister seemed a little embarrassed to see me, perhaps she was dreaming about me. And I, the heart of the ghost, see my sister, naturally, also at a loss. Why did you have to go through all that?

People might be asking why I didn’t get into Sister. I think that might be the case:

One, because of the family relationship, my sister and I don’t talk much on weekdays, even though we are siblings, we are not familiar with each other. I don’t dare to guarantee how my sister will react after that.

Two, I love my sister and I don’t want her chastity ruined because of me.

So while I desperately wanted to get into my sister, I didn’t do so. But that’s not to say I’m that great, because the first one is eighty percent.

But then an event changed my initial mind.

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Ladies and gentlemen, I am the alter ego of junyang899, the author of Beautiful Sister is no different from before.

The last time, i.e., Beautiful Sister No. 7, was a minor climax to the story. The main character of the story, Sister, finally appears.

To be clear, I write short articles because I get dizzy when I read too long ones. And I’m very quick to update, so I definitely won’t let you down. ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊

**Sunday, **Monday, **Year** Cloudy

My mood is as gloomy as the weather. My sister brought a guy home today – her boyfriend.

Mom and Dad treated him to a midday meal like any guest. After sitting for a while, the man left – taking his sister out.

Ever since I was intimate with my sister that night, I’ve started to feel like she’s a part of me, if not all of me. I even felt as if my sister liked me. Watching her follow someone else, follow a man, follow a man she called her boyfriend, I was as the song says – heartbroken.

I followed them out without saying a word. After they’d been gone for a while, of course, to hide it from everyone.

I want to know where they’re going and what they’re going to do.

And just like that, I tuned in behind them for an entire afternoon. And that was the afternoon that changed my love for my sister.

They first went to a park not far from my house and sat on a stone bench for an hour. In between, the guy went to get a soda once. Other than that, it was snuggling close together the whole time. I could clearly see all their movements from a patch of holly bushes directly in front of them. Medically speaking, their movements were a stimulus and my eyes were receptors. The stimulus traveled through the eyes and into the brain, which responded and acted throughout the body. My heart was beating faster and faster, mixed with a gust of pins and needles; and the dust roots actually came to the rescue, hardening.

And what exactly did I see? Sometimes memories are painful.

The stone bench on which my sister and the others were sitting faced south and was backed by a couple of bushy willow trees. My sister was nestled in the man’s arms, her head resting on the man’s shoulder. The two men’s mouths were moving delicately, not knowing what to say, thinking it must be sweet words.

Saying that the man’s hand began to be unsteady. The right hand that was wrapped around his sister began to move downward, from the shoulder, to the pink back, and then all the way to his sister’s spherical jade buttocks. It didn’t stop there but kept rubbing back and forth, traveling downward. And my sister didn’t seem to have the slightest intention of refusing, and wasn’t even shy about it. This was what angered me the most – my sister, my all, was given to another man to ravage wantonly.

“I’m going to kill that man, even my sister!”

Gosh, how could I have thought that. But it really is the reason for all my future vindictive behavior towards my sister.

Without realizing it, it was dark. Sister they didn’t go home after leaving the stone bench and they didn’t leave this park. They snuggled up and walked around the park, talking. Here, I want to emphasize again that it was getting dark.

The unexpected happened. My sister and the man walked off to the bush where I had been spying on them during the day, the holly bush that shields everything. I guessed what they were about to do, but I didn’t want to believe it. Or maybe there were other reasons, like I wanted to spy on them, and I followed them and hid by the bush.

It was darker, but it wasn’t time for the park to turn on the lights.

My eyes seem to glow and take in their good deeds. I don’t know if it’s worth being happy or sad.

The man was gentle at first, taking off his own jacket and laying it on the grass. Tenderly holding his sister’s shoulders, he let her slowly lie on the grass. When my sister’s back just touched the grass, the man was like a wolf, pouncing on her, ignoring her resistance, as if he wanted to tear her apart, he went out of her clothes, letting her near-perfect body be defaced by the rough grass. Until now I thought it was a rape.

By the end of the day, my sister surprisingly didn’t show any dissatisfaction or resistance, and even catered to it. That person also didn’t seem to be any kind of affectionate person, without even caressing her, he entered my sister who I had immensely expected but didn’t want to enter, and roughly fucked her. I seemed to be able to hear my sister’s moans of pain. Fuck the fuck!

I suddenly realized that I couldn’t stand the thought of my sister being stood have by someone else, not by this rough man, nor by someone even as gentle as me. My sister was mine alone. All those previous thoughts of protecting my sister’s chastity gave me all the denial I needed.

But no matter what I thought, my sister was already possessed by someone else. Killing that man was impossible, and possessing my sister forever was also impossible. The contradiction between ideal and reality, the hatred for that man, the complicated feelings for my sister, and this thickening darkness of the night, my revenge plan began.

Monday, **Monday, **Monday, **Darkness of the moon and high winds

After everything that happened yesterday, hate filled me. After crying out last night, I am now strong and mean as hell!

I’m going to sodomize my sister!

molestation

My sister was off work yesterday and today. We all know what she and I did yesterday respectively. Today she is off work and today I am still on vacation. Today she is no longer a goddess and today I will vent my hatred on her.

It’s hot (it’s summer vacation time yikes), hotter than it’s been in days. My sister woke up from her nap, dripping with sweat. As I expected, my sister went into the bathroom. This time I didn’t do anything with the washcloth, shampoo, or body wash. I didn’t because I wanted to conserve my energy and use it for good.

My sister walked into the bathroom.

I got down to business – pouring the pre-prepared, ground-up powder from ten Valium tablets into the orange juice punch packet my sister always drinks.

All that’s left to do is wait, and pray for God’s blessing (I guess how could God bless me if he knew?). . I think there’s a good chance my sister will be charmed – it’s hot, she’s thirsty after her shower, and she likes orange juice.

I couldn’t just sit in the living room and wait for my sister to enter my trap – it was too suspicious, for one thing, and too anxious for another. So I went out of the house and walked to that grove of trees in the same park as yesterday, and recalled the scene that had aroused my hatred yesterday. These strengthened my determination to take revenge. Even the consequences were simply not thought of. Fuck it!

Figuring that my sister should have gotten out of the shower and collapsed with her juice, I started walking back. Imagining everything that was going to happen along the way.

However, everything at home makes me cry.

When I got home, my sister had long since finished her shower and, not surprisingly, there was orange juice on the table that I had drank down to the bottom. However, the problem arose, the door to my sister’s room was locked, and it was double-secured.

Question one, where are the keys?

Question two, was the sister mesmerized?

Question three, even if the sister is mesmerized, how long will the drug last?

Problem one was solved after ten minutes – I found the key. Problem two was solved after half an hour – self-assurance overcame doubt. Problem three was solved in another half hour – I found in a pharmacology book that the hypnotic time for that dosage was a little over an hour.

The conclusion is that I can’t go in now. Because my sister might have woken up.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Gosh! What else can I say but these two words? The ancients once said, “Feng Tang is easy to grow old, but Li Guang is hard to seal,” and his words are true!

What to do? Looks like we’ll just have to wait for our chance.

No, I couldn’t wait any longer. Racking my brain, I came up with another ploy.

It was dinner time. I pretended to help my mom make porridge, and while she answered the phone, I put forty Valiums ground into the pot. People must ask why I always use Valium. Because, Valium is colorless, tasteless and cheap. Again, people must ask, forty tablets, that big a dose, will it be okay. Don’t forget, I’m a medical student, and besides, there are five of us in the family. I just hope my sister won’t skip meals, even some porridge would be good.

Everyone didn’t disappoint and the sky finally stopped playing with me. It was only about half an hour or so after dinner when each said they were dizzy and went to their rooms to sleep. I pretended to be uncomfortable and only took a few mouthfuls of porridge, so I wasn’t dizzy at all. I also took the responsibility of washing the dishes.

I washed the dishes in a messy manner, leaving all possible dangers behind. I took the key to the door of my sister’s house and headed for her room in total darkness.

The door opened with some noise, but not as loud as I thought, and naturally, I didn’t wake up my sister. Like a vulture, I approached my “prey” silently.

Because it was so hot today, my sister didn’t wear her sexy pajamas, only the yellow lingerie that I first used to vent. Only a corner of the towel quilt was used to cover her belly button to prevent the cool air from hurting her stomach. To think that last time I was in her room, the first thing I saw was the belly button, but this time it happened to be the part beyond it.

It’s easy to hide in the dark, but it’s hard to see. Besides, this time I didn’t need to hide at all. So I turned on the lights in my sister’s room – just the bedside lamp, which glowed pink, not the stupid fluorescent lights. This created atmosphere without waking my sister.

This time, removing my sister’s cover was too easy. All I had to do was lift it up, and my incredibly sexy sister, dressed only in lingerie, was presented in front of me in her entirety. Her breathing was a little short, a result of the drug. My breathing was also a little short, due to nervousness.

Though I’ve charmed my sister, I’m still a very affectionate person. I still like to “ravage” my sister step by step, inch by inch. But this time, I started with my sister’s forbidden grass, and explored her lower body first.

I watched my sister, whose beautiful, slender body was slightly fluorescent white under the pink light, still looking like a goddess.

Still gentle, I removed my sister’s panties; still gently, I kissed my sister’s pussy. But this time, there was no more of that “first narrow” feeling. Fucking asshole!

My mouth continued to move down and every inch of my sister’s skin was on the line. And the cum that shot out during my kissing of my sister was all taken up by her beige panties.

The urge in my lower body was getting stronger and stronger, and kissing alone was no longer the answer. I got into my sister’s bed. Started to take revenge with the dust root from my sister’s upper body.

I put my dusty root over my sister’s peppery breasts, unclasped her beige bra, held it between her breasts and began to rub it. But found that this was too dry and arousing. So I grabbed a hand full of nectar from my sister’s lower body, applied it to my dusty root and also between her breasts, and continued to rub.

My heart was beating faster and faster, my breathing was getting faster and faster, and my dust root was getting more and more swollen. My black dusty root was getting more and more pleasurable under the caress of my sister’s white, soft, peppery breasts. Finally, I couldn’t hold back and ejaculated. The thick and abundant semen sprayed all over my sister’s face and chest. I also reached the highest peak of these days.

But the retaliation didn’t end there.

I opened my sister’s little opening and put my already limp dustroot inside, pushing my lower body back and forth. After a while, the dust root was once again strong.

Since I had already cum once, I held it up longer this time. Defiantly, I moved my lower body to my sister’s pussy. Slightly spreading my sister’s legs, I exposed her pussy. Slowly, I entered my sister.

Sister’s vagina is so tight! It wrapped my dusty root seamlessly, and was more than a billion times more pleasurable than using panties. At first I could hold back my slow pumping, but later on, my pumping gradually became more vigorous. So much so that in the end it was like ramming the ground. Sister’s lower body is also getting wetter and wetter, more and more lubricated, let me more and more cool. Sister even moaned a little.

Oh, shit. Don’t wake her up dry.

Whatever, it’s just as dry when you wake up.

Although my behavior would surely be a big disaster if my sister found out, I vaguely felt that there was another side to things. In a way, I still somewhat wanted to be discovered by my sister. It’s like a big gamble, knowing that the winners and losers are 50/50, but it’s still immensely appealing.

The feelings are getting more complicated, but so is the power of my tamping and smashing.

Wave after wave of pleasure hit my increasingly frayed nerves. The volcano would erupt at any moment, and my sister would wake up at any moment. Such excitement was unrivaled.

The cum leaked out like a tidal wave, leaving my body and entering my sister’s flower room. With some disregard, I began to lie on top of my sister, enjoying the warmth of the aftermath of the cloud and rain.

Feeling my sister’s peppery breasts, my sister’s cozy scent, my not-quite-softened dustroot was once again erect in my sister’s pussy. I picked up my sister and rolled her over so that her back was to me. I used my hands to hold up my sister’s waist, so that my sister’s jade buttocks were facing my dust root.

My sister’s nectar was surprisingly so much that even her rear pussy was moistened. I thought, since I did the first day, why not even the fifteenth? As soon as I thought of it, I pushed up my waist, and then I inserted the whole of my dust root into my sister’s even more compact rear pussy. My sister’s rear pussy was so compact that I only took about ten thrusts before I ejaculated. All of it shot into my sister.

I was so tired, and so oblivious to the fact that I was having so much fun, that I fell asleep on top of my sister. And my dust root was still stuck in my sister’s rear pussy.

What’s next for me as I fall asleep in my sister’s bed after a thorough revenge? Only dawn will tell.

X (Grand Finale) ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊

At my age (17-20), almost all attention was focused on “sex”. This was reflected in a Korean movie called “Monogatari”, where a line reads, “Whenever I hear the word pussy, I get an erection.” That’s not an exaggeration.

Writing a good story is like going through a life journey. In addition to having the writing skills and imagination, real life is a must. We can’t expect a child to write a good yellow novel, and I never expect to write a world-famous book myself. Because of what? Lack of life, lack of reality. Of course, by life, reality here means a thought process. After all, fiction is mostly fiction. And my thoughts, as I’ve already mentioned, revolve around “sex” all day long. That’s why I wrote this one, “Beautiful Sister”. ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊

Sunny on Tuesday.

After retaliating, I actually fell asleep with my sister in my arms. However, because of the position (I was pressing down on my sister), she couldn’t breathe. In addition to the drug is almost gone, sister actually have the strength to turn over a body. This turn over does not matter, I turned over to fall off the bed, such as falling into the bottomless abyss. Pain all over the body so that the sleeping me back to wakefulness.

Is this a punishment? Pushing me out of the midst of infinite sweetness, though at the same time pushing me out of danger.

Sitting next to my sister, I had to face my complicated feelings again.

On the one hand, I wanted to get back at my sister. But what kind of revenge is that – she didn’t even know when I fucked her. Maybe I chose this way, or because I love my sister. On the other hand, I wanted to tell my sister the truth of it all, again. I was really looking forward to the other side of the big disaster – maybe my sister would fall in love with me.

The latter thought swelled in my mind, growing larger and larger, and finally taking over.

I’ve decided.

Early in the morning, my sister woke up like every other morning and saw that her bottom was again a mess and she reported a blushing smile like every other morning. As she was about to get up to change her panties, she saw a large envelope on the table and the words on it, “Dear beautiful sister, by the time you read this, I will be on the train south. I hope you will forgive me after reading everything in the envelope.” It was inscribed, “Dearly beloved brother.”

My sister tore open the envelope, opened the folded letterhead, and began reading about my mental journey: