My Sister is a Beauty (Family Incest Adult Fiction)

Volume 1 My sister and I depend on each other

Chapter 1 – The Little Scoundrel

Both parents have passed away, and there is one more pair of siblings who depend on each other in this world.

When my parents passed away, I was 15 years old. I didn’t understand everything at that time, but I also didn’t understand nothing.

My sister is three years older than me. At that time, she was already a very beautiful beauty. I remember that when I was 13 years old, I still tried hard to sleep with my sister.

I admit that I was a little pervert when I was that young, and my dirty nature had already been revealed at that time. I was very naughty when I hid in my sister's bed. My sister was already growing up at that time. I say growing up, but in fact she was still growing up. Her breasts had obviously risen up, like two small hills on her chest. I was indeed not honest when I was hiding in my sister's bed. I always liked to touch my sister's developed breasts. Her breasts were not very big at that time, but they were okay. They were soft and protruding like two steamed buns, but my sister's breasts were smoother than steamed buns. The little buds on her breasts always made me want to bite them. Of course, I was already quite old at that time. When I touched my sister's breasts, I felt a strange change down there. There was a very hot energy that seemed to want to burst out from the bulge down there.

My sixteen-year-old sister is already very sensible, but even though she didn't want to, she couldn't get rid of me. Although I promised her not to move around, I was a little rascal. Although I agreed verbally, I regretted my promise as soon as I got into my sister's bed. Although my sister was very angry, I was her younger brother after all, so she was a little angry, but she couldn't say anything.

Sometimes when my sister is really angry, she will say, "If you move around again, I will ignore you."

Even though that was the case, I was only quiet at the time, and soon I started fighting again.

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 and the feeling of touching it in my hands was very stimulating. In other words, at that time, I was already coveting my sister's mysterious body.

Of course, generally speaking, my sister won’t take off all her clothes when she sleeps. She will have a bra and panties left on her body at the very bottom. Most of the time, my sister wears pajamas. Of course, I couldn’t touch my sister’s tender and smooth skin when she was not asleep, but once my sister fell asleep, I started to take action. So sometimes, when my sister wakes up in the morning, she doesn’t know where her clothes are. But most of the time, I can’t take them all off. 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 already late autumn, and the weather in late autumn always seems unusually cold. I curled up in my sister's warm embrace, smelling the fragrance of her virginity, and letting the protruding thing under my body press against my sister's legs.

Although I was still 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 caressed her small but full breasts, and quietly took off her panties.

I wanted to enter my sister's body, but in the end my sister suddenly woke up, scolded me, and then 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 blankly at my sister’s tearful face. That was the first time I saw my sister cry so sadly, and it was also the first time I saw my sister scold me so harshly.

From then on, my sister and I each had our own room.

However, since then, I have not been able to sleep well every night, always thinking about my sister, her beautiful and mysterious body, and her satin-smooth skin.

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, became even more beautiful. Her breasts were bigger than before. In my eyes, they were tall and plump, like two balls hanging on her chest. My sister had also grown a lot taller and had a slender figure. Her waist was very thin and soft, and her buttocks were extremely round and plump. Coupled with my sister's slender and beautiful legs, sometimes I couldn't help swallowing my saliva when I looked at her.

After my parents passed away, the burden of the entire family fell on my sister. She was an amateur model in school and usually appeared at some events as a hostess.

I heard that there are many boys in school who want to pursue my sister, but she has never agreed to any of them.

Even though there were many boys who looked sunny and handsome, my sister just wouldn't agree. My sister is an excellent student and she doesn't want to have a romantic relationship because she is afraid that it will affect her academic performance.

When I was in school, I heard that a boy from a wealthy family was pursuing my sister. Although my sister did not agree, she ended up in trouble.

There was a girl who liked this boy. When she saw that this boy was pursuing her sister, she was very unhappy. So after school, she found a few boys and wanted to beat her sister in the woods outside the school gate. She also said that she would destroy her sister's appearance to prevent her from seducing this boy.

At that time, I didn't know how childish, ridiculous and clichéd this story would sound later. But if I had not come from that woods to find my sister at that time, I think this clichéd story would have turned my beautiful sister from a swan into an ugly duckling, retelling the fairy tale.

There was a path in the woods that happened to be the path that led from my school to my sister's school. Every day after school, I would take this path to find my sister and go home with her.

The girl also asked the boys to take off her clothes, saying she wanted to rape her. Fortunately, I arrived in time.

I admit that I was a very naughty child. I had not studied well since I was nine years old. At that time, adults said that I was smart. Although I don’t study hard, I always get good grades.

I was not a student but always liked to fight. I had been fighting for six years and was not afraid at all. I parked the car next to them, picked up an inch-thick wooden stick on the ground and hit those guys hard. At the age of fifteen, I had grown to the same level as an eighteen-year-old boy. I was almost 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 happened to see these people bullying my sister, so we started fighting. Fortunately, my friends arrived in time that day, otherwise, my sister and I would have been doomed.

Chapter 2 – Beauty

I want to say, if you were a boy, and if you had such a beautiful sister, you would occasionally curse God, why did you let such a beautiful girl be my sister instead of my wife?

Of course, maybe this is still good, at least there is such a beautiful sister. Some people not only don’t have such a beautiful wife, but also don’t have such a beautiful sister.

When I was fifteen, my parents passed away.

They said nothing to me and left me nothing.

No, they left me one thing, that is my sister, my good sister.

My eighteen-year-old sister is already a stunning beauty that no one can forget. If our city is the Spring and Autumn Period, then my sister would at least be ranked closely after Xi Shi. My eighteen-year-old sister has developed to the point of being no different from a twenty-eight-year-old woman. Her plump breasts and slender legs often attract the obscene gazes of many "lecherous" men. Whenever I see the gazes of these men, I always feel like vomiting, and my eyes involuntarily spit fire, and I wish I could rush up and dig out their eyeballs.

I am very fortunate to live with my sister. Although we are very tired without our parents, I don’t feel life is boring at all because I have such a beautiful sister to accompany me.

At the age of fifteen, I was already in the budding state of puberty, and at that time I began to feel a desire for the mysterious bodies of girls. There were no physiology classes at that time, and little boys like me could not avoid reading pornographic magazines.

Sometimes I would secretly hide in the balcony and play with my sister's bra and panties when she wasn't paying attention. At that time, I realized what a dirty person I was, because I couldn't help but secretly smell the fragrance of my sister's panties. But those were washed underwear, how much of my sister’s body smell could remain? All I smelled was the smell of laundry detergent. Although there was nothing that made me feel wonderful, I was already very satisfied because it was the smell of my beautiful sister after all.

I hope you don't scold me, because I really can't control my desire. By that time, I was already a pervert.

Of course, saying this all the time does make you think I'm too dirty.

What I want to talk about now is my sister.

After our parents passed away, the entire burden of life fell on my sister.

How could an eighteen-year-old sister bear such a huge burden?

At that time, my sister's high school career was at its most stressful time. Although the school had waived all our fees, we were still very tight on living expenses.

So, my sister started working at that time.

In addition to going to school, my sister also has two jobs. She usually takes time to tutor in the evening, and on Sundays she follows the school's etiquette team to do some charity activities, and often earns some pretty good fees.

Of course, how can these alone sustain our lives?

In less than a month, my sister's difficulties were exposed. She didn't come back very late that night, but she was early too. In short, it was earlier than I expected. She looked very bad, very pale, and her hair was messy. My sister has always been very neat, but her messy hair and untidy clothes made me realize what had happened.

Chapter 3 – Tutoring

Finally, I asked my sister. She was willing to talk at first, but then I stepped forward and grabbed her hand: "Sister, tell me, is someone harassing you?"

My sister's expression changed immediately, and it was a long time before she nodded.

It turned out that the boy my sister was tutoring was only in the second grade. The boy was a single parent and had a father who was a small self-employed person with some assets. It was said that his wife divorced him because he had an affair with his secretary in the company.

I admit that I am a little precocious, but precocious puberty is a very common phenomenon.

That day, the sister hurried to the boy's home as usual after class in the afternoon, but the boy was not at home that day. The boy went to People's Park with his mother, so when the sister went, only the boy's father was at home.

Of course, the boy’s father looks like a very friendly and successful man. He always smiles in a friendly way, which makes you feel that he is not just a pretty face.

That day, he smiled as friendly as usual and greeted my sister warmly, which made my sister feel embarrassed. He even brought her a bottle of Coke, and then chatted with her for a few words before saying that his son and mother went to People's Park.

When my sister heard this, she knew she didn’t have to tutor today, so she prepared to leave.

However, my sister, who had just stood up, was held by him. My sister hated it most when a strange man held her hand, let alone touched other parts of her body, so she pulled away abruptly. The man smiled awkwardly, then said in a friendly manner: "Wang Yan, you have worked so hard these days, thank you very much. I am not very good at expressing gratitude..." His hesitation made my sister feel embarrassed. My sister said politely, "It's okay, you are so polite."

"You've been tired these past few days. Langlang's teacher called a few days ago and said that he has made great progress in his studies. It's all thanks to you. I won't say anything." Then he took out a small box with a very beautiful scenery and handed it to his sister, saying, "This is a small gift from me. I hope you can accept it."

Of course, my sister was such a good person that she kept refusing. But he didn't give her any chance to refuse. He opened the box directly and took out a silver necklace. For my sister who had never seen such a good necklace, it was really full of temptation.