One night, while drifting in the depths of sleep, a sudden weight pressing down on my body jolted me awake. "(Jack... let Sister try one more time...)" my sister's voice whispered, pulling me from my dreams.

She gently eased my pajama bottoms down, drawing out my flaccid member. With her seductive little hands, she began to massage me slowly. I lay there quietly, letting her work; after all, I had grown accustomed to this ritual.

Next, she peeled back my foreskin, using her warm, wet tongue to lick at my glans. A tingling sensation washed over me, though my body hadn't quite reacted yet. She began to take my still-shrunken length into her small mouth. She possessed incredibly alluring, crimson lips—lips that had always fueled my wildest fantasies long before these unexpected encounters began.

She took me into her mouth with a gentle tenderness. Her technique was remarkably skilled. All I could see was her long, beautiful hair swaying rhythmically between my thighs. The atmosphere was thick with a sense of wanton decadence, yet I found myself unable to fully grasp the depth of it.

Suddenly, a faint warmth blossomed in my lower abdomen—a sensation so familiar.

"Sis... I think there's a reaction," I said, propping my upper body up with my hands to look at her.

Only then did I truly see her. Her skin was pale and exquisite, draped in a silk nightgown so thin it was practically transparent. Her full, perky breasts were clearly visible beneath the fabric, topped with two pink nipples that looked so tempting one could almost imagine sucking them dry. Looking lower, the sight of her lush pubic hair seemed to signal the strength of her burgeoning desire.

"Really? Then let me try a little harder," she said, her voice tinged with excitement.

To be honest, while there was a reaction, I was still mostly soft. If this had been before... ah! Stop thinking about it.

Sister continued her persistent ministrations, but it seemed she had reached her limit. She had been working for nearly half an hour, and though she didn't say it, I could tell she was exhausted. My heart ached for her.

"Sis... that's enough for today. You must be tired... let me comfort you instead."

She released me, nodding with a flushed face. I began to knead her breasts through the silk nightgown. The friction of the fabric against her sensitive nipples drew soft, pleasurable moans from her lips. Although I was still a virgin, after so much practice with her, I had learned how to please a woman. My mouth was not idle either; I kissed the breast beneath the silk, gently taking her engorged, pink nipple into my mouth. Sometimes I would playfully suck hard, and other times I would pull upward with my lips; these small, rougher motions caused her to moan incessantly.

"Mmm... mmm... ahh... ohhh..."

My hands slid down her flat abdomen, tracing the path toward her thick pubic hair. As my fingers moved lower, her warm core was already glistening with moisture. I began to caress her wet flower through the nightgown. She shuddered, her beautiful eyes fluttering shut as she let out occasional cries of bliss.

"Ah... so good... right there... ahhh!"

Seeing how excited she had become, I pulled the transparent silk gown up to her chest. Like a curious child, I gazed intently at the rose-colored, glistening center nestled within her dense thicket.

"Oh my... Jack... don't stare at it like that!"

"Sis, don't be shy! Seeing you so wet... it's making me react again."

Those words—*making me react again*—acted like a secret command. The moment she heard them, she fell silent.

I began to lick her outer lips, slowly advancing toward her inner petals, while my fingers worked to rub her swollen clitoris. Her breathing grew ragged, her moans continuous.

"Ah... Jack... ah... it feels so good... ahhh!"

My fingers began to probe her honeyed depths. Even though she was experienced, her passage was incredibly tight. As I slid two fingers inside, the tender walls seemed to squeeze me tightly, pulsing and rippling as if trying to suck my fingers deeper. If only I could get hard, I truly wanted to taste the essence of her wetness. My mouth moved to her engorged little bud, my tongue swirling over the nectar she was constantly secreting.

"Ah... so good, Jack... my good little brother... ah... mmm..."

She began to writhe her slender waist and sway her hips provocatively. I increased the speed of my thrusting fingers, and her movements became more frantic. As I intensified the pressure of my tongue and fingers, she drifted into a state of semi-madness.

"Ah... good brother... ah... I can't... ah... it's too much!"

"Oh... you're... so beautiful... ah... here it comes... it's coming!"

I felt the tender walls of her core clamping down violently on my fingers. Suddenly, her body stiffened, and she succumbed to a climax, drifting into a daze.

***

I am a junior in college. My family was originally from the south, but my parents passed away early. My sister, who is several years older than me, and I were raised by our grandmother. We live in a rented apartment in Taipei. A year ago, a traffic accident changed everything. Though I survived, the lower half of my body was paralyzed. After six months of intensive rehabilitation, my mobility has returned, but my ability to achieve an erection has not. The doctor said it was entirely psychological; my physical functions are intact, and if we can find the right stimulus, my function should eventually recover through practice.

My sister is a nurse. She used to live elsewhere, but after my accident, she moved in with me to provide close care. Truth be telling, I have had sexual fantasies about her since childhood, often masturbating while thinking of her. Now that we finally live together, the irony is that I can't get up.

One night, shortly after she moved in, she climbed into my bed and told me she wanted to use her body to help me recover. She said that since I am the only son, if I couldn't father children, our family line would end with us. As the eldest sister, she couldn't just stand by, so she was willing to break the taboo of incest to share physical intimacy with me.

At first, she was cautious, stimulating me while forbidding me from touching her. She claimed that her touching me was "work," but me touching her would be "sinful." But what happened after that? Every time she finished a "session," she would sneak back to her room to masturbate in secret. I knew everything. Eventually, after my persistent requests, she bashfully agreed to let me caress her. Now, it is often the other way around—she needs me to satisfy her desires with my mouth and fingers.

***

That day, I was watching television in the living room. My sister had just returned from the clinic, still wearing her nurse's uniform under a large grey coat. She entered the room, shed her coat onto the sofa, and there she was. My eyes were glued to her pale pink one-piece nurse uniform—the kind with a long row of buttons running from the chest down to the skirt. Beneath the short, tight skirt, she wore pure white stockings. We had discovered previously that the sight of her in this uniform triggered a reaction in me.

At the moment, I was fiddling with a small trinket a college classmate had made for me—a tiny, marble-sized clay figure with a cute design.

"What is that?" she asked, pointing at the object in my hand.

"A gift from a friend. Here, look..." I tossed it toward her casually.

She missed the catch, and it tumbled onto the floor, rolling into the narrow gap beneath the TV cabinet.

"Oh! How clumsy of me!"

She immediately leaned down, reaching into the crevice to retrieve it. As she did, her buttocks arched high in the air, swaying slightly. Beneath the hem of her short skirt, I caught a glimpse of her red lace cutout panties—the very ones that always drove me wild. My heart leaped; a surge of stimulation unlike anything since my accident rushed through me. A heat bloomed in my loins, and my flaccid member began a chemical transformation, slowly swelling. Though not fully hard, it was the first time since the accident.

She seemed to have found it and was about to stand up.

"Sis... don't move!"

"What is it?"

"I... I think there's a reaction. A big one!"

Upon hearing that "command," she obediently stayed pinned to the floor, her hips still arched high. She turned her head to look at me. I had already pulled down my trousers. She saw that my member was standing up—soft, perhaps, but definitely upright. We both felt a rush of excitement, as if discovering a new continent. I slowly walked up behind her.

"Don't move... just do as I say," I commanded.

She nodded, her mature, beautiful face flushed with a maiden's bashfulness.

"Start wiggling your hips... make it look slutty..."

Following my lead, she began to grind her full hips—barely contained by the nurse's uniform—in a provocative, circular motion. I crouched down to peer at the tops of her thighs beneath the stockings. The sensation of voyeurism was intoxicating, especially seeing those red lace panties. I reached forward to undo the buttons of her skirt. Once undone, I pushed the fabric up to her waist and began to caress her round, full buttocks through the stockings. My erection was growing harder by the second.

"Say something dirty... make slutty sounds..." I commanded again.

"This... Jack... I..."

"Sis, it's getting hard... hurry, say it!"

Realizing this was her "job," she stopped protesting and began to whisper seductive words.

"Ah... Sister's... slutty little hole... so wet..."

"Ah... Jack... ah... I want it... ah..."

"Stick it in... Sister's slutty hole... ah... harder... ah!"

Wow! Those words were incredibly potent. I was nearly back to my pre-accident hardness. I gently slid off her white stockings and spread her thighs. Stimulated by her own lewd words, the crotch of her lace panties was already damp. I began to kiss the wet fabric, inhaling the unique, intoxicating scent of her essence. My member was swelling so much, it felt even thicker than before the accident. Unable to wait, I yanked her panties down.

"Sis, I'm so hard! I want to sink into you!"

"Ah... no... we're siblings... it's wrong..." she cried out.

"But it's so hard after all this time!" I said, a hint of desperation in my voice.

"Alright! Sister gives everything to you..."

I immediately gripped my burning length and, from behind, drove it deep into her wet, honeyed depths.

"Ah! It's so big... ah... Jack..."

So this was what it felt like to enter a woman? It was so tight, so wet, so hot, so incredibly wonderful! I began to thrust vigorously. Perhaps to stimulate me, or perhaps out of pure instinct, my sister let out even more wanton moans.

"Ah... you're killing me... ah... harder... ah!"

"Ah... I'm going... ah... mmm... ah!"

"Sister... your little hole... it feels so good... ahhh!"

As I pumped into her with force, my hand reached around to undo the buttons of her blouse. Once open, I cupped her breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra. I squeezed and kneaded her full, perky breasts roughly while my lower body continued its frantic, heavy thrusting. She began to wail with a frenzied, lustful passion.

"Ah... it's... it's killing me... ahhh!"

"I'm... so slutty... ah... so beautiful... ah..."

"Ah... it's coming... ahhh!"

A wave of numbness washed up my spine—a sensation so familiar. I knew the end was near. I cried out:

"Ah... Sis... I'm... I'm going to cum!"

"Ah... pull out... don't... ah... don't do it inside... ahhh!"

But I couldn't hold back. I pulled out of her soaking wet channel just in time, and in that instant, I erupted, spraying across her back and over her pink and white nurse's uniform.

As she came to her senses, still panting heavily, she looked back at me in shock.

"How are you still so hard?!" she gasped.

It was true. Even after the climax, I was already rising again.

***

At my follow-up hospital visit, the doctor declared that my function had completely recovered.

I suspect my sister is going to have a new problem to worry about soon, and that is:

How on earth am is she going to make that massive cock inside her honeyed depths go soft?