My beautiful sister

Both my parents passed away, and there was another pair of siblings who depended on each other in this world. When my parents passed away, I was 15 years old. I didn’t know anything at that time. My sister was three years older than me. At that time, my sister was already a very beautiful girl. I remember that when I was 13 years old, I still tried my best to sleep with my sister. I admit that I was a little p*****t when I was so young. At that time, I had already revealed my dirty nature. I was not honest when I got into my sister’s bed. At that time, my sister was already growing up. It was said to be growing up, but in fact, it was still growing. My sister’s breasts had obviously risen up, like two small hills on her chest. I was not honest when I got into my sister’s bed. I always liked to touch my sister’s developed breasts. My sister’s breasts were not very big at that time, but they were okay. They were soft and abrupt like two steamed buns, but my sister’s breasts were smoother than steamed buns. The small buds on her breasts always made me want to bite them. At that time, I was no longer a child. When I touched my sister's breasts, I felt strange changes in my lower body. There was a hot fire that seemed to want to burst out from the protruding hole below. My sixteen-year-old sister was already very sensible, but although she didn't want to, she couldn't get away from me. Although I promised her not to move around, I was a little rascal. Although I promised her, I regretted my promise as soon as I entered my sister's bed. Although my sister was very angry, after all, I was her younger brother. Although she was a little angry, she couldn't say anything. Sometimes when my sister was really angry, she would say, "If you move around again, I will ignore you?" Although this was the case, I was just a little quiet at that time, and I started again soon. I have to admit that although my sister was only sixteen years old at that time, her skin was as tender as tofu and as smooth as jade. For me, who was thirteen years old, it was very tempting at that time, and the feeling of touching it in my hands was very exciting. In other words, I was already coveting my sister's mysterious body at that time. Of course, generally speaking, my sister would not take off all her clothes when she went to bed. She would have bras and underwear on her body at the bottom line. Most of the time, my sister wore pajamas. Of course, I could not touch her soft and tender skin when she was not asleep, but once she fell asleep, I started to act. So sometimes, when my sister woke up in the morning, I didn't know where her clothes were. However, most of the time, I couldn't take off all of them. Especially my sister's underwear. I remember the last time I slept with my sister was in the autumn when I was thirteen years old. It was late autumn, and late autumn always seemed unusually cold. I curled up in my sister's warm embrace, smelling the fragrance of my sister's virginity, and letting the abrupt thing under my body press against my sister's legs. Although I was still very ignorant about this matter at that time, I already knew what was going on. Finally, after my sister fell asleep, I kissed her lips, then stroked her small but full breasts, and quietly took off her underwear. I wanted to enter my sister's body, but she suddenly woke up, scolded me, and cried. That was the last time I slept with my sister. That was the time my sister cried. She cried and told me, "It's not allowed between you and me." At that time, I could only stare at my sister's tearful face. That was the first time I saw my sister cry so sadly, and the first time I saw my sister scold me so fiercely. From then on, my sister and I each had a room. However, since then, I couldn't sleep well every night, always thinking about my sister, thinking about her beautiful and mysterious body, thinking about her smooth skin like satin. That kind of day lasted for about a month, and my rest state finally returned to normal. At the age of fifteen, we depended on each other. At that time, my sister, who was already 18 years old, was even more beautiful. Her breasts were bigger than before. In my opinion, they were tall and plump, like two balls hanging on her chest. My sister also grew taller and had a slender figure. Her waist was very slender and soft, and her buttocks were extremely round and plump. In addition, her slender and beautiful legs made me swallow my saliva when I looked at her. After my parents left, the burden of the whole family fell on my sister. When she was in school, she was an amateur model and usually appeared at some events as a hostess. I heard that many boys in school wanted to pursue my sister, but my sister never agreed to anyone. Although many boys looked sunny and handsome, my sister just didn't agree. My sister's study was excellent, and she didn't fall in love because she was afraid of affecting her academic performance. When I was in school, I heard that a boy from a rich family pursued my sister. Although my sister didn't agree, she got into trouble in the end. A girl who liked this boy was very upset when she saw that this boy was pursuing my sister. So she found a few boys to beat my sister in the woods at the school gate after school. She also said that she would destroy my sister's appearance and prevent her from seducing the boy. At that time, I didn't know how childish and ridiculous this story would sound later, and how cliché it was. But if I hadn't come to find my sister from that woods at that time, I think this cliché story would turn my beautiful sister from a swan back into an ugly duckling, and replay the fairy tale. There was a path in that woods, which happened to be the path from my school to my sister's school. Every day after school, I would go to find my sister from this path and go home with her. The girl also asked those boys to take off my sister's clothes, saying that she wanted to r**e her. Fortunately, I went there in time. I admit that I was a very naughty child. I hadn't studied well since I was nine years old. At that time, adults said that I was smart. Although I didn't study well, I could always get good grades. I always like to fight even though I don't study. I have been fighting for six years and I am not afraid at all. I parked the car next to them, then picked up a one-inch thick wooden stick on the ground and hit those people hard. At the age of fifteen, I was about the same size as an eighteen-year-old boy. I was about 1.7 meters tall at that time. Those boys had never seen me so cruel before. They were stunned at the time, but when they saw that I was alone, they were ready to teach me a lesson. Fortunately, I had made an appointment with a few of my buddies to play basketball that day. I originally came to tell my sister, but I happened to catch these people bullying my sister, so we started fighting. Fortunately, my buddies came in time that day, otherwise, I am afraid that my sister and I would be finished.