One day I went to the dormitory courtyard of my classmate’s house to play soccer, we were having a good time, I do not know who flew up a foot, the soccer ball flew out diagonally, breaking the glass of a house next to the 2-story, and the ball fell in, and the room broke: “Who is it!”
My mates scattered like birds and beasts, the soccer ball was mine, in those days, it was a luxury item, I looked at it and went to ask for the ball with a stiff upper lip, I found the 2nd floor, I knocked on the door, and the door was opened by a woman in her 20’s, I bowed my head and busied myself with admitting my mistake: “Auntie, I’m sorry.”
She stared at me for a while and said, “Come in.”
And I went in the door.
When I went inside, I saw all the broken glass on the windowsill, the leather ball in the center of the room, and sketches, watercolors, and oil paintings taped to the walls, so I picked up the ball and busied myself with flattery: “Auntie, you paint? You paint so well.”
She got a little smile on her face and I busied myself again by saying, “Aunty, I actually paint too.”
She said, “Really, you draw it for me.”
So I picked up a pen and drew on a piece of white paper. I usually have nothing to do in class, so I drew a few characters from the comic strip Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
She scrutinized it for a while and said, “The shape is pretty well captured, just not the basics.”
Said she as she pulled out the full-service Three Kingdoms comic strip.
Ah! In those days, that was a treasure.
I got even sweeter and wanted to borrow her book, which she was quite happy about, but said I could read it at her place and not take it away.
I sat down, held up the book and read it, after a while I looked up and saw her drawing me, I got up and looked, she sketched me out in a few strokes, I exclaimed from the bottom of my heart, “Auntie, you’re a great drawer, teach me.”
She said, “Don’t be auntie, auntie, call me sister, and if you’re willing to learn, I’ll teach you.”
That’s when I took a closer look at her, she was short, with short hair, dainty eyes, two dimples, a blue dress and pants, black cloth shoes.
I later learned that she was only 19 years old, her parents also went to the dry school, her brother went to the Great Northern Wilderness, she graduated from junior high school at the age of 16, she was assigned to work as a laborer in the cotton mill, and she grew up following her father to learn to draw and paint, and originally wanted to go to the Academy of Fine Arts, but now there is no way, she usually work shifts, and during the daytime at home, I can come to see the books and learn to draw.
Since then I’ve been going to her place a lot, sometimes eating at her place, and even though I’m only 13 years old, I’m already almost 5’7″, and she sometimes lets me be a model and draws me, and I draw her.
One day at noon, she was cooking in the kitchen, I looked through her work, suddenly saw a few paintings she drew of herself in the nude, my eyes straightened, scrutinized, when I heard her come out of the sound of the busy put away.
I couldn’t keep still in the afternoon, I was too busy running home and shutting the door, her naked body was always in front of my eyes, I squirted but I don’t know what I squirted, it was white and sticky, I just felt very comfortable when I squirted.
The next day, my sister was off the night shift, and she let me paint by myself while she took a nap.
I then found her nudes again and copied them on paper.
Fiercely, I was hit hard on the head, and my sister, her face full of anger, tore the painting I had copied to shreds and scolded, “Little rascal, you don’t learn.”
I quickly said, “Sister is so beautiful, I want to paint it.”
Her face softened a bit, and she thought for a moment, “That would be a punishment, so here’s the deal, you take off your clothes and let me draw.”
I was afraid she would get angry, I took off my clothes quickly, hesitated when only my panties were left, my sister glared at me, so I had to take them off as well, and stood there naked, covering my vitals with my hands, my sister laughed, she posed me, then drew me with a strip of carbon, and when she was done, she showed me, and I pointed to my lower body, and squirming, I said, “It’s so hard to look at this place.”
My sister just laughed and rubbed her hand into a dark ball.
After that, I became my sister’s nude model.
My drawing skills also improved quickly. When I drew my sister’s portrait, I purposely made the two grains of my breasts stand out, and she didn’t get mad anymore.
But I often dream of my sister’s naked body at night and then I semenate.
My sister gave me the key to her house, and she worked during the day, and I could also go to her house to read and draw. At that time, there were no books outside, and my sister’s house had what used to be called the Four Old Books, which included, in addition to Tang poems and Song lyrics, Song of the Youth, Young Kindred Guards, Still Don River, and so on.
I always took advantage of my sister’s absence to kiss her underwear, especially if it was changed and not washed, and drew her naked body from my imagination, often leaking as I drew.
It was getting hotter and hotter, and on this day my sister drew me naked again, and I saw her wearing a pair of overalls with the sleeves pulled up to almost her shoulders, with what looked like nothing underneath, and her pant legs pulled up above her knees.
I said boldly, “Sis, that’s not fair, you always draw me naked, you should let me draw you naked too.”
“Fuck you, punk.”
She scolded me and poked me in the head with her finger, but she didn’t get angry, so I cheated: “Sister, just let me draw once.”
My sister hesitated for a moment and slowly unbuttoned her shirt, ah, she really wasn’t wearing anything inside, a pair of small but round breasts were exposed, two small nipples looming over them, she took her pants off as well, and I asked in amazement, “How come your hairs are curved down there, but mine are straight?”
“You’ll bend when you grow up.”
My sister was a little shy I was dizzy, kneeling on the ground and hugging my sister, burying my head in her chest, she struggled, but I held her tightly, her breathing became tighter and tighter, and she gave up resisting, gently cupping my head and placing her lips on my mouth, and I kissed her in return, and rubbed my body constantly against her breasts, and my sister rubbed her body against me.
Forget how we got into bed, just remember seeing her bloody mess down there.
Using her own panties, my sister gently wiped my bottom, whispering, “Tired, it’s my sister’s fault, she’s a rascal.”
I hugged her and gagged her with my mouth.
I drifted off to sleep for a while, and when I opened my eyes, I saw my sister looking at me with her head propped up on one arm, and a towel quilt over both of us.
I reached out my hand under the quilt mold her, ah! She is still bare that, this time she did not obstruct, let my hand caress her body, my hand stayed in her breasts, slowly touch, see her flashing phoenix eyes look at me, I boldly manipulate her breasts, her whole body trembled a little, did not refuse, her hand also held my lifeblood, I’m more bold, my hand down to touch, touched the thick hairy hairs, and then down, touched that slit, she slightly spread her legs, let I stroked, then my sister moaned and clamped down on my hand, I felt my hand get wet and tried to pull out, but my sister clamped down even tighter, so I continued to tease with my fingers and moved my head up to her breasts and took a nipple. Content hidden in this post
“No, can’t give you any more.”
My sister gasped one side, but clenched my hand and rubbed her legs together while constantly stroking my nub.
I smoothed her down and I thought there was nothing better in the world.
When we were done, we got dressed, my sister never looked at me, and after we were silent for a while, she said, “Go home, and don’t come back again.”
I want to say something, but I don’t know how.
After two days, I really can not help it, came to my sister’s house, with the key to open the door, my sister is standing in the doorway, she embraced me, kissed me passionately, I also embraced her, one side of the kiss one side of the unbuttoning of her, she also unbuttoned my buttons.
We moved to the bed and I pinned my sister down, her limbs wrapped tightly around me, her back arched and she scratched bloody paths on my back.
That day, we soaked in bed all day, lunch did not eat, tired to sleep, woke up to make out, we explore each other’s bodies, her armpit hair is also very thick, and body odor is very heavy, so the summer also wears thick clothes, but I think that is the world’s best smell of smell, and then we made out is that I always like to arch her armpits, she laughed on one side and said: “You are not afraid to smoke you dizzy! I’m not afraid to smoke you out.”
I said, “I just love the flavor.”
At that time, condoms were issued by the unit, no need to pay, my little friends have a lot of them at home, so I exchanged comic books with them, they asked me what I was doing for, I said blowing up balloons for fun.
Sister afraid of noise, always biting her lips with her nose moaning, sometimes also bite me, once my arm bit out deep teeth marks, go home and let grandma see that I thought I was fighting with other children outside to be bitten, a good scolding.
Since then, when I go to my sister’s house, I make out first, then we read books, draw, my sister teaches me other homework, and I make out one more time before I go home.
Sometimes, after we’d made out, we’d be naked on the bed reading a book, and when I got tired of reading, I’d crouch down and kiss her body, working my way from her breasts up to her toes, then up again, and finally stopping between her legs, and when she clenched tightly, I’d arch one side of my nose and mouth, and exhale hot air inside, until she gave in.
At times, my sister would stroke me with her breasts as if they were not there, and then hit my lifeline with her boobs from side to side.
Once, my sister posed for me to draw, and I saw crimson blood coming out of her bottom because we had just finished making out, and I freaked out, “Sister, I hurt you, you’re bleeding.”
My sister’s face reddened, and she was busy looking for toilet paper to wipe it, saying, “Don’t be ridiculous, I’m down on my luck.”
Since then, I have understood the physiology of women.
My sister was very studious and she pushed me to study, so although I didn’t go to class much, I didn’t neglect my studies.
Sister in the cotton mill on two days of the morning shift, two days of the middle shift, two days of the night shift, two days off, I went to school on the days of her on the middle shift and under the first night shift, only to go to school, if she was on the morning shift, I would skip school in the afternoon, waiting for her to come back at her home, if she was under the second night shift, I would sneak to my sister’s home at 10:00 a.m. Sister came home to sleep for a while under the night shift, but always stripped naked and waiting for me, I quietly climbed into her I quietly climbed into her bed, drilled into her nest, sister half asleep, half awake, the body softly cater to me, gradually awake, until arousal, and then gentle, and then we embraced each other to sleep.
I look forward to my sister’s rest the most, all day in her house, we are not wearing clothes, my sister never refused me, we developed a lot of positions, in fact, it is not necessary to learn, now the positions in the pornography, at that time, we used almost all of them, and whether it is the bed, the table, the benches, the chairs, the floor, or the bedroom, the study, the kitchen, the bathroom, all of our battlefield, when I came home I was so tired that even up the stairs were I was so tired when I got home that I couldn’t even walk up the stairs, but after a good night’s sleep, I was back on my feet again.
When she had her monthly period, I was particularly excited, I didn’t let my sister put on her shirt and pants, I liked to watch the blood flow out from her bottom, and then from the roots of her thighs down the inside of her thighs, and sometimes, when it was particularly plentiful, the blood was able to reach the tops of my sister’s feet, and then, my sister would softly ask me if I had seen enough.
If I say no, she sighs, sits across from me and spreads her legs, exposing her menstrual blood-soaked bottom completely, and gamely says, “Look, look, I’ll show you.”
Instead, she had a smile in her eyes.
After a while, my sister would ask me again, “Well, have you seen enough?”
I was busy saying, “Well, I’ve seen enough now, I’ll have to see it later.”
My sister would come up and smile and give me a kiss and then put on her period belt.
At that time there was no sanitary napkin now, women have their period are made of cloth with a period belt, padded with long strips of toilet paper, tied with a belt around the waist, in my sister’s whole body only a narrow strip of cloth tied to the crotch, I was particularly impulsive, (now popular so-called thong may be so), so my sister kneeled down, lying on her stomach between my legs for me to suck, I was very naughty at that time, I would stretch out my feet, the toes to pull my sister’s period strap off and tease her bottom, my sister was often breathing heavily at this point, sometimes even trembling, and then she sat herself down against my toes, letting part of my big toe enter her, and I would stir my toes to insert them into her, and my sister would often crouch down on my lap, recognizing that I was fooling around.
I could have sprayed her face and head when I came out, and later my sister even breastfed me and I shot on her breasts.
On the bed, I put my head on my sister’s breast, rubbing her breast, my sister suddenly shrieked as if she had been stabbed by a needle and violently pushed me away, I didn’t know what had happened, and hurriedly straightened up to look at my sister, only to see that she sucked in a cool breath and lowered her head to squeeze a nipple and squeezed out a large drop of blood.
When my sister saw that I was a little overwhelmed, she smiled and said, “It’s okay, you little badass stubble of hair that got stuck in my sister’s nipple.”
The hair stubble was so hard that sometimes the barber would puncture his hand if he wasn’t careful. At that time, we kids all shaved our heads short and flat, and our hair stubble was very short. After that, my sister used to hold my head and rub it against her own nipples, purposely trying to impale the stubble of my hair into her own breasts, and if it did go in, my sister would gasp and hold my head tightly so that the stubble of my hair would stay stuck in her nipples for a long time, the vibrating slightly all over.
Many years later, I read in a book that in ancient China, there was a special criminal law for female prisoners, which was to take a thick pig’s bristle and poke the nipples of female prisoners.
My sister and I often go to the Summer Palace to draw sketches, when the Summer Palace tickets to 20 cents, only 30 yuan a month for my sister is still very expensive, because painting to buy paint, paper, etc., itself is quite expensive.
But I was there, we rode the car to the north wall of the Summer Palace outside, lock the car to hide, I let my sister step on my shoulders, recognize my sister climbed up the wall, riding on it, I then find a tree to climb up, jump over the wall, and then let my sister step on my shoulders down.
Sometimes we also go to Xizhimen North to paint a flour mill, the flour mill is surrounded by farmland, flour mill towering warehouse looks like an old European castle.
In the summer, we rode our bikes along the river behind the Summer Palace, all the way riding all the way to paint the countryside, painting the mountains, painting the water, painting the big trees, when you can hardly see any people, when it’s hot, you can go swimming in the river, I like to dive between my sister’s legs like a fish drilling around, in the water, put my hand in her bathing suit, we were in the crops, in the woods, in the bridge hole, making out, that kind of sneakily scared of the feeling! It was a different flavor, and then the hairs underneath me got really curved.
At that time, my family’s requirements for me were very low, as long as I wasn’t caught by the workers’ militia, (the police didn’t care about anything at that time, the maintenance of social security all depended on the workers’ militia, and the police couldn’t beat up people, but the militia could, and everyone was afraid of them), and they were all very happy to see that I was learning to draw and painting and studying culture, and they thought that if they had a skill, they would not be able to go to the mountains in the countryside in the future.
The resumption of the college entrance examination, we grasp the review, at that time I wanted to apply for art majors with my sister, but my family must want me to study engineering, saying that learning mathematics, physics and chemistry all over the world are not afraid.
We were admitted to the university, my sister in the Academy of Arts and Crafts, that session of the various art schools out of a lot of masters, such as Cheng Danqing, Yang Yifei, etc., all the resumption of the college entrance examination after the admission in the country’s various art schools.
During that vacation when we received our acceptance notice and waited for school to start, we were together almost every day, and I said, “When I graduate, we’ll get married.”
Instead, my sister said, “You’ll meet a nice girl in the future.”
After school, we got together less and my sister had an official boyfriend.
I can not resist loneliness, and a woman older than me to maintain one end of the relationship, the woman because of hooliganism was arrested by the Public Security Bureau, I was also given a major demerit by the school.
After graduation, I was assigned in a garment factory, and a good time with a female master of my, and then I went abroad to study, and then back to China, my sister has a lovely daughter.