Sister’s embarrassing story (1)
I’ve always been against incest, and this isn’t an incest article, it’s just a funny, and a little tangy, thing.
My sister and I have a very good relationship, because we are ten years apart, when I was young and unknowing, my sister was still too small; and when she began to develop, gradually have a feminine charm, but I am already an adult, have their own world. Therefore, we have never had the kind of abnormal relationship that you love to see between us, and I have never had any improper thoughts, after all, it is my own beloved sister, always plan for her lifelong happiness.
My parents divorced when I was in middle school, and because of the family business, my mom had to work nights, so I took care of my sister. Because of this, I felt a stronger sense of responsibility to take care of her, and I became a bit of a “brother and father”.
The flavor. She also talked to me about everything, including which boy she had a crush on and things like not being able to wear her underwear anymore, she would come to me for advice, and even the tampons for her first period were still something I went to buy for her.
It’s amazing to think how fast time has passed too, she graduated from high school this year and this happened a year ago during summer vacation.
This day I came home from work, my sister immediately ran out of the room, the face looks very nervous, two eyes and a little red. I thought something was wrong and asked, “What’s wrong?” She shook her head and ran back to her room.
I changed my clothes and knocked on her door, “○○, are you okay?”
It took a while before she opened the door and took me by the arm and dragged me into her room. She sat down on her bed and I sat at her desk, waiting quietly for her to tell me what was going on.
After a long silence, she gritted her teeth and asked me a surprising question: “Brother, have you ever masturbated?”
I was flabbergasted and didn’t know how to answer, “Why do you ask?”
She didn’t answer, but just asked, “Is there any?”
“Ahem!” I hesitated, but thought that her difficulty might be related to this, so I had to answer an answer that would make her feel relieved, “This kind of behavior is normal! Teenagers will inevitably have this kind of experience when they grow up.”
She was really more at ease, her face a little more relaxed. After a moment of silence, she whispered, “Brother, I can’t get an eraser out! You help me think of a way.”
I didn’t realize for a moment, what eraser couldn’t be taken out? I…
No way! Together with the previous conversation, I was shocked by the fact that I had figured it out: “Wow!
You…”
In fact, this kind of thing has been heard from time to time, every obstetrician more or less encountered this kind of medical records, it should not be a serious matter. I didn’t think she’d pull something like this, but after coming back to her senses, I felt secretly amused.
“You put the eraser in?” I didn’t make fun of her or scold her, I just told her properly.
“Eh.” She bowed her head like a child who had done something wrong.
“Won’t it hurt?”
She shook her head.
“What if your husband thinks you’re not a virgin?”
“We’ll see! Now help me get it out!” She started to get anxious and spoke as if she was on the verge of tears.
Fair enough, got to get this out of the way first.
“Alright! Change your clothes and brother will take you to the doctor.”
“Don’t! No!” She blushed: “It’s embarrassing!”
I tried to convince her to go to the doctor, but she just wouldn’t do it. Finally, I had to scare her: “I can’t do anything if you don’t want to! Then leave the eraser in there and let it rot.”
She looked at me, her eyes flashing, and she actually sobbed.
My heart was soft, I went up to her and hugged her: “Okay, okay, okay! Brother in addition to help you think of ways.”
She hadn’t cried in front of me for a long time, and those cozy images from her childhood surfaced again. She looked up at me, her flushed face with a few tears on her long eyelashes, what a little beauty.
“Really?”
“Really!” I wipe the teardrops from her face with my hand.
She leaned her head against my chest and I stroked her hair, just like I did every time she cried when she was little, after I coaxed her to break into tears. Suddenly, a fact occurred to me, and I thought to myself. I want to “help” her? How? My sister is no longer a child!
“I knew Brother would have a solution.”
I stared at her with a look of trust on her lovely face with its bright eyes and white teeth. Her exquisite body was wrapped in a homey one-piece dress, revealing her long, slender legs and delicate ankles… I began to think wildly.
“Here, lie down.”
She obediently submitted to my guidance and lay down on her bed while I, in a clash of reason and animalism, slowly pulled the hem of her skirt down to her waist. My heart was beating wildly to one hundred and fifty beats per minute, more violently than the first time I removed my girlfriend’s panties.
Maybe it was because she had just tried to “handle” it on her own and was not wearing any panties. It had been seven or eight years since I had seen my sister’s XX, which used to be just a little slit for peeing, but now it had developed into a beautiful landscape.
The reddish petals, encasing the deep red stamen, made me almost resist the urge to taste it. The previously naked lower body was now also growing a thick weed, the pubic hair was small in size but long and not very curly, it looked so much like a child’s hair.
My sister, of course, was embarrassed and put her head aside. I arched her legs up and spread them apart, just like a pregnant woman would do when she’s about to give birth, and my sister’s pussy was exposed in its entirety. I don’t know if it was because there was an eraser inside, or because she was exposing her vital parts in front of me, but her pussy was slightly engorged with excitement and looked more like a flower about to bloom. At this point I was so confused that I hurriedly closed my eyes and began to think hard about how exactly to remove the eraser.
As I write this, please join me in brainstorming what to do to help my sister get the eraser out. (I tried a total of three ways before I succeeded.)
Sister’s embarrassing story (2)
Being in such an emotional state, he couldn’t think straight. I asked her to wait for a moment and walked to the door of the room before catching my breath. I clipped my nails, washed my hands, and got a flashlight and some toilet paper ready. At this time, the mood also calmed down a bit, in the mind to comfort themselves, is to help her, is not messing around, the inner sense of guilt a little less, so a few deep breaths, once again into her room.
My sister was still lying on the bed, and when she saw me come in, she automatically pulled the hem of her skirt up to her waist and spread her legs apart, resuming the position she was in just now. I paid attention to her expression, but it was cute to see her eyes tightly closed and frowning as if she was about to face something horrible.
Okay! Time to get serious next. As I thought about it, my heart began to beat uncontrollably. I knelt down in front of the bed, staring at my sister’s “sister”, and reached out with my slightly trembling right hand… “Ah!” As soon as my hand touched that part of her body, she cried out, startling me so much that I quickly withdrew my hand.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, busily.
“Brother…” I thought it was a natural reaction, nothing serious. She probably didn’t have much to say either, and after a long pause, she actually said, “… you have to be gentle!”
“Fuck! I’m trying to help you figure it out yeah! Don’t you think the wrong way, okay?” Her comment echoed the bad thoughts in my own mind, and I was a bit miffed at being torn apart.
“I don’t have a problem with that…” I guess she felt bad about saying that and clarified, “But it’s… it’s the first time a boy has ever touched it! Shouldn’t I tell you to be more careful?”
“Who said it was the first time? When you were a kid I wiped you every time after I helped you shush your pee, and I’ve already touched you hundreds of times I don’t know! Hahaha!” Speaking of this, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
She puffed out a laugh as well, while reaching up to hide her face. For a moment, the atmosphere in the room was less awkward.
I held out my hand again. This time she looked a little more relaxed, as did I myself. Still, her body and my mind both shook at the same time when my hand touched her labia.
I used two fingers to separate the opening of her vagina, and took the flashlight in my left hand and shone it inside. However, her vagina was closed and I couldn’t see inside, so I had to put my fingers in a little further, and from a little bit inside, I opened her up, and from the gap between my fingers, I could vaguely see a blue object, I couldn’t tell how big it was, it was about 4 or 5 centimeters away from the opening.
While I was focused on the eraser, “The Yangtze River Runs East” rolled in and disturbed my thoughts. I looked up at her, her face was flushed, her eyes were closed and she seemed to be panting slightly.
Since it has come to this, fine! Let’s just take it out in one fell swoop so as to avoid any complications. My two brothers (index and middle fingers lah) delved deep into the eraser’s position in an attempt to dig it out.
However, this does not work at all, although the sister has been her own “broken”, but after all, is still inexperienced young girl, the inside is very tight, not only can not open the fingers to hold the slippery eraser, but also inadvertently pushed it a little bit inward.
“Ooohhhhhhhh,” I fought the process of trying, but it made her moan softly. My fingers were pumping in and out of her wet, warm cunt, and flipping and squirming from time to time, and not only could she not stand it, but I felt my breathing cloudy and lightheaded as well.
After ascertaining that this method had failed, I hurriedly pulled out my finger, which was already covered with my sister’s secretions. I dried it with toilet paper and also helped my sister wipe her flooded pussy slightly.
“Can’t get it out!” I told her.
Seeing as how she looked so distracted, what was going through her head didn’t seem to be worrying about that anymore.
“Eh, I tried it myself before you even came back.”
“Why didn’t you tell me first if you tried it?”
“Maybe you can take it!”
In fact, I know I was subconsciously glad she didn’t say it first, but I didn’t want to deal with it based on the morality that was so strongly anchored in my heart. As for whether or not she did it on purpose, I don’t want to explore that either, and would rather believe that it wasn’t.
The reason you can’t get it out with your fingers is because it’s too narrow inside to accommodate something as huge as two fingers.
In that case, I should be able to succeed with a tiny tool, right? I then went to the kitchen and got a pair of chopsticks and reached in with them to pinch it out. In order not to harm the tender inner walls of my sister’s vagina, I specially picked the pair of white plastic chopsticks with a rounded surface and washed them well. Those chopsticks were originally for her own eating, so she might be more used to using them on herself now!
When she saw me take her chopsticks, she laughed and scolded, “You take that pair of chopsticks, I won’t dare to use it to eat from now on.”
“Who are you going to give it to if you don’t use it yourself?”
“Mom doesn’t know, just use it for Mom.”
“Why are you so unfilial? It’s okay, let’s use it as a spare, and if a guest comes to eat at home in the future, just take that pair of chopsticks for him.”
“No way! I have to put it away when I’m done using it!”
After a bit of drama, the work had to continue. Without a word, I went up and spread her feet apart, parted her vaginal opening again and probed the chopsticks in.
I moved very carefully for fear of hurting her. However it was so tight in there that I realized there was really no way to operate it with one hand, so I had to ask her for help.
I stopped moving, looked up and said to her, “○○, will you separate your… there yourself?”
She sat up, red-faced, and used both hands to spread her pussy lips to either side. Holding two chopsticks in each hand, I opened them to the sides first and drilled each one along the vaginal wall into the side of the eraser.
I was expecting to hold the eraser and pull it out. However, the surface of the eraser was already covered with my sister’s lubricant, and it would slide off no matter how hard I tried. I tried a few more times, but it still didn’t work.
I glanced up at her, not realizing that she was looking at me then as well, and as soon as we both made eye contact, we each immediately moved away. I could see that she had a very strange expression on her face. I thought that even though we were very close, this was still a shameful thing for her anyway. Just now she could have turned her face away when she was lying down, but now that she was being asked to help, she had to face me and watch with her eyes open as I moved my tool in and out of her private place.
Thinking about this, my mood began to get excited again, and I hurriedly spoke to divert my attention: “As if it still can’t!”
“Huh?” The apple-like face immediately changed color.
I’ve been thinking about it, and I can’t think of anything else: “I think we should go to the doctor, okay?”
My sister sniffed as if she was about to cry again: “Think again to see if there is another way!” Teardrops are already rolling in her eyes. Look at her that kind of pathetic look, almost as if I was going to push her into the fire, I did not force her.
I had no choice but to call a national high school classmate, and I heard that she worked as a nurse in a maternity ward.
It’s been a long time since I’ve talked to her, so it’s really embarrassing to ask her such a question. Moreover, in order to save my sister’s face, I didn’t tell her who was involved in the situation, so she might have thought that I was having too much fun with my girlfriend and was laughing in her heart.
But after hearing what she told me about her approach, it felt ten times more awkward than asking her that kind of question.
The look on my sister’s face after I relayed my classmate’s words to her, I still can’t help but laugh when I think about it even today.
Sister’s embarrassing story (3)
After hearing my instructions, we sat opposite each other in a moment of silence.
After a long time, without a word, my sister ran into the bathroom, where the sound of a rosette head flushing came from inside. I was still sitting in her room in a daze, contemplating whether or not I should really do what my classmate suggested later.
From a caregiver’s point of view, she of course suggests going to the hospital and utilizing the hospital’s vacuum suction device or some small props can easily remove the foreign body inside the vagina. But if you want to DIY, it is not impossible, but do not use your fingers to pull out, otherwise it will only push deeper and deeper. You can insert your finger through the anus and push the foreign body out through the vaginal wall.
(Now you can imagine my embarrassment and the look on my sister’s face.) In fact, there was no more room for me to think about it, because there was nothing else I could do. What’s more, my sister had already taken the initiative to go to the bathroom to wash her ass, showing that she would rather let me dig her ass than go to the doctor.
It seems I had to respect my classmate’s profession as well.
I started to sit up and down and kept fantasizing in my head about what it would be like in a minute. When my sister was little, the drudgery I hated was having to deal with her poop while changing her diaper and wiping her ass. Once upon a time, that little daisy hole was far from me, and the nightmare of helping her with her poop was long gone from my memory. Now, after having thoroughly explored her ripe little pussy, I had to deal with that filthy ass-hole even more later, but instead of the reluctance of having to do it in the past, I felt the complete opposite… Just when my thoughts had drifted off to who knows where, my sister came out of the bathroom. She had taken enough time to take a shower, and her hem was still wet. She didn’t dare to look at me, but just stood there in front of me in shame and amnesty.
I stood up, took her hand gently and guided her to the bed in a crouching position on all fours. When I lifted up the hem of her skirt, I was first flabbergasted, and then it took a lot of patience not to burst out laughing. It turned out that she was wearing another layer of panties underneath, wasn’t that redundant? It was just a matter of time! She was still so innocent and lovable.
It was a pair of white student-type panties she was used to wearing, with a bit of rustic lace, plain and not sexy at all. However, wrapping it around the curve of her beautiful ass had a different effect. But the funny thing was, when she pulled up the hem of her skirt, there was a fragrance coming from it, I think my sister thought that it was a smelly part of her body, so she specially sprinkled it with perfume or something, with the intention of beautifying it a little bit.
She sighed as I pulled down her panties. I felt the nice touch of my hand pulling down her panties sliding over the skin of her pink buttocks, and the next thing I knew, the little pink with a hint of brown daisy hole was just directly exposed to my eyes.
If I stopped there to admire it any longer, I knew that I would not be able to control my obscene thoughts, so to be just as quick, I didn’t hesitate to reach out with my right middle finger and drill into the hole. “Oh~~” she screamed, but because of my previous experience, I ignored her this time and continued my movements.
By accident I realized that she was nearly naked in front of me. How can I put it? Because she was lying on her back, within the loose hemline, you can clearly see the beautiful breasts. These two points due to the sister at home usually do not wear a bra, usually see more, simply do not think, but at this time under the mood of excitement, the feeling is very different from the usual. The reddish-colored nipples, along with the plump breasts swaying, just like the fruit on the branch swaying in the wind, attracting people to pick, in general, actually so tempting!
I couldn’t help but reach out with my left hand to touch it, but fortunately stopped halfway to regain my senses, and resumed my left hand near her lower abdomen to cover up the unfinished action I had just made.
Since her anal sphincter kept contracting and my finger was not allowed to enter outside the hole, I put more pressure on my hand.
“Ah!” Her cry suddenly became louder, but it was actually a scream: “Brother! It hurts! Stop!”
I quickly stopped, “○○, take it easy.”
“It won’t work! It won’t listen, it’ll be involuntarily hard.”
What to do?
“Brother, could you rub some lube or something on it first?”
“Right! What a smart girl.” It dawned on me: “I had forgotten this step… all those… educational movies I watched in the past were all for nothing!” In fact, I had seen a porno movie in which the hero and heroine had to apply petroleum jelly to their dicks before having anal sex in order to penetrate smoothly.
“What? There’s an educational movie for this too?”
“Uh…” I let it pass with a snort.
I searched around for materials and found a jar of cream in the basket of chemicals on my sister’s desk, so I thought it would be suitable.
With the cream on my finger, I was able to apply a little pressure, and after breaking through the outer barrier it slid in smoothly. My sister didn’t scream out, but from the way her sphincter muscles squeezed my finger with a contraction, I knew she was trying hard to hold back. The little daisy hole was several times tighter than her pussy, so even though it was smooth, I pushed in with careful steps and finally got my whole middle finger in.
I did as that fellow nurse had taught me and gouged my fingertip through my rectum toward the vaginal wall a couple of times, easily realizing that there was a foreign object inside. Then it was time to bend my finger and push it out little by little as it withdrew little by little.
“Out! It’s out!” (Don’t get me wrong, I’m talking about the eraser coming out, not my one coming out.) The eraser had been pushed to the opening of my vagina and it was easy to pull it out.
The eraser was cylindrical, no wonder the chopsticks wouldn’t hold it up. It was about as thick as a piece of chalk and less than five centimeters long. This genius old sister of mine even masturbated with such a small thing before she dropped it in her hand.
Both of us were relieved in our hearts, and my sister couldn’t resist the tightness she had been feeling and flopped softly onto the bed with a thud.
I sat down beside her, reached out to caress her cheeks, originally intended to use the right hand, reached halfway to realize that the middle finger is still oily and slippery, and quickly changed to the left hand. I gently pinched the top two, said: “see if you still dare next time?”
“Hey! Don’t dare.” She pursed her lips and laughed with a look of total exhaustion.
I thought of the slippery stuff on my fingers, and I was afraid that besides the cream, there was also her… “Here! Smell it!” I put my finger in front of her nose, trying to tease her.
I didn’t expect her to avoid it, but instead reached out her hand and took my middle finger in her hand. Her flashing eyes looked straight at me and she softly said, “Brother, thank you.”
I didn’t say anything, but just smiled. In addition to enjoying the warmth that permeated our relationship, I was glad that I had held myself back from behaving badly. If I didn’t hold back and did something stupid (I believe that in the situation just now, she must not be able to hold back), then in the future this kind of warmth will no longer exist, and instead there will only be endless lust entanglements and perverted relationship sinking, which is the reason why I am against incest.
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