In the final week before summer vacation ended, my sister and her group of friends went camping in Pinglin. Since her boyfriend was already in Taipei, she invited me to accompany her.

That day, she wore a pair of distressed, slim-fit jeans, a loose and thin white T-shirt, and white low-top sneakers. We took the train from Taichung to Taipei, then caught a ride with one of her classmates all the way to Pinglin.

After the evening barbecue, we went out for a night stroll, followed by chatting and drinking around the campfire. However, my tolerance for alcohol was low, so I retreated to my tent early to sleep.

Around three in the morning, my sister woke me. She led me out of the tent to a stream about fifty meters away, where we sat upon a fallen log leaning over a bridge.

Without a word, she began to kiss my neck and ears with a slow, tender grace. She whispered in my ear, "Sister wants you so badly..." before launching into a passionate kiss, caressing my chest and beginning to tease me.

She straddled my thighs, and I began to caress her breasts, moving from the outside of her shirt to the inside. I unhooked her pink spaghetti-strap bra and used my thumb and forefinger to gently rub her nipples. As they grew firm, I leaned down to suckle them, while my left hand stroked her delicate back.

After a moment, she stood up and slid her jeans off to the side, revealing a pair of cute white panties. She sat back on my lap, and while we kissed, my left hand slid smoothly into her heat. She was already soaking wet, the moisture even seeping through her panties. As my middle finger teased her opening with rhythmic strokes, she let out a soft, infant-like moan.

Her left hand began to massage my testicles and my cock. We stripped away the rest of our clothes—her panties and my shorts and underwear. Grabbing the base of my shaft, I guided myself into her honeyed depths, my hands gripping her buttocks as we slid up and down. She seemed lost in the sensation, her eyes tightly shut and her mouth slightly agape in soft whimpers.

After what felt like an eternity, she began to ride me with frantic intensity. Instinctively, I sat up to meet her, wrapping my arms around her waist while sucking on her nipples. She was panting, trying her best not to cry out, her entire body vibrating with peak excitement. Suddenly, she gripped me tight, pressing down with increased force, before her thighs clamped firmly around my hips. She let out a series of "oh... oh..." moans, though I had not yet reached my climax.

After a while, she stood up. Looking down at my erect member, she smiled and said, "Let sister take care of you." She used one hand to stroke my cock and the other to tenderly caress my balls. Then, she knelt down and lowered her head, first teasing the tip of my glans with her tongue. She started with tentative licks before increasing her speed and frequency.

She licked from the tip all the way down to my scrotum, then took one of my testicles into her mouth, sucking gently. Her hand never stopped; while her mouth worked on my balls, her hand continued to stroke my shaft. She was very wet, leaving my cock glistening. Under the silent expanse of the starry sky, the only sounds were my heavy breathing and the wet, rhythmic "slurp... slurp..." of her sucking my glans.

My entire body tensed. As I lifted my upper body slightly, she accelerated her movements. The wet sounds grew louder and more frequent.

"Ah... ah..." unable to hold back, I cried out as a torrent of lustful semen erupted into her mouth.

She continued to suck, swallowing every drop of my essence and licking me clean. She used some stream water to rinse her mouth and wipe her lips before smiling at me. "Did that feel good?" she asked, picking up her panties and tossing them to me. "They're too wet to wear." She quickly pulled her jeans back on, fastened her bra, gave my head a quick kiss, and led me back toward the campsite.

Not knowing what to do with her underwear, I simply stuffed them into my pocket.

The next day, my sister changed into a linen, sleeveless, button-down mini dress. She chatted and laughed with her boyfriend as if nothing had happened, while I dared not look him in the eye, feeling like a thief caught in the act. In the afternoon, after breaking camp, they originally planned to see a movie, but due to the crowds, they decided to go to an MTV lounge instead.

The MTV lounge consisted of small, cubicle-like rooms. I sat in the front to watch the screen, while my sister curled up in her boyfriend's arms behind me. After a short while, the sounds of wet kissing and her excited gasps began to drift from behind.

Pretending to sit sideways, I stole a glance. She and her boyfriend were locked in an embrace, kissing deeply. His hand was wandering shamelessly under the collar of her dress to play with her breasts, while his other hand busy caressing her jade-like thighs and buttocks. At that point, it was hard to tell if I was watching the film or watching them make love.

A moment later, her expression shifted. She pursed her lips and gripped her cushion tightly. She was lying on her side, with her boyfriend behind her. Her skirt had been hiked up, and her waist swayed in rhythm with his movements.

Remembering her panties were in my pocket, and seeing the flush on her cheeks and hearing her heavy breathing, I knew immediately: they were in the middle of passion. The thought sent a jolt of excitement through me, but because her boyfriend was right there, I could only pretend to be oblivious and keep watching the screen.

When the film finally ended, I told her we needed to head back to Taichung. Her boyfriend, looking reluctant, accompanied us to dinner and chatted until after nine, finally seeing us off at the bus station with a lingering sense of regret.

The bus was crowded. The mere thought of her bare, smooth buttocks beneath that linen dress made me ache. As we were squeezed into the throng of passengers, the bus grew even more packed. I began to gaze at her tender face and the deep cleavage of her chest. Slowly, I began to lift her skirt a little higher, gently stroking her buttocks and gradually sliding my hand downward.

She maintained an air of nonchalance, but my hand became increasingly bold, slipping beneath the linen fabric. Using both hands, I played with her smooth skin, bunching the dress upward. With a knowing, half-smile, she leaned her body back against me, allowing me to rub my hardening cock against her rear through my trousers.

I wrapped my arms around her waist, my rigid member rubbing against her lush, tender buttocks. My hand slid down the crease of her backside, moving between her thighs to caress her inner legs, while my other hand teased her small anus.

I licked the base of her ear; she seemed to be wearing perfume, emitting a faint, delicate fragrance. She writhed her upper body, letting out soft gasps, her pink legs slowly spreading. Her honeyed depths had long since begun to flow, the slick nectar clinging to her inner thighs.

I pressed my hand against her slit, massaging the cleft of her buttocks and the protrusion of her petals. This caused the depths of her spreading thighs to tremble with spasms. Bravely, she opened her legs even wider, placing her swollen mound directly into my palm, allowing her wetness to coat my fingers and release a potent, seductive scent.

She tried her best to regulate her breathing so no one would hear her agitation, but her hips swayed involuntarily, and her internal nectar flowed uncontrollably. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She shifted her long, rounded thighs, rubbing her smooth calves against my shorts, her rosy cheeks flushing as she fought to suppress her cries.

Inch by inch, I slid my fingers into her gushing slit, digging and teasing her. After a dozen strokes, I slid another finger into her anus, continuing the rhythmic friction. As the pace quickened, she began to thrust her rounded hips more vigorously. The thick, hot nectar filled my palm, and her inner thighs became slick and messy, the juices dripping down in the heat of her trembling.

By the time we reached the station, it was past ten. With flushed cheeks, my sister led me into a dim, narrow alleyway in the commercial district. We found an old apartment with dim lighting; the front door was ajar, and we slipped into the stairwell. Near the basement water pump, she gave me a passionate embrace and a deep, hungry kiss.

While kissing her, my hands roamed her body, kneading her large, thirty-five-inch breasts. Finding the fabric of her dress unsatisfying, I slipped my hand inside the sleeve, unhooked her pink bra, and tucked it into my backpack.

I began to rub her already hardened nipples, drawing constant moans from her. Then, I pushed further, sliding my hand beneath her skirt to caress her flooded nectar, which had already drenched her inner thighs.

She reached into my trousers, passionately stroking my cock. It was already as hard as an iron bar.

Then, she turned her back to me, leaning against the wall. As I continued to tease her breasts and hike up her skirt, she pulled her member out.

In a weakened voice, she whispered, "What are you doing? A kiss would have been enough... someone might come."

Ignoring her pleas, I aligned myself and thrust deep inside her. She let out a sharp "Ah!" After driving in hard, I paused and whispered in her ear, "Didn't you want me to fuck you?"

We remained standing, her back to me as I thrust into her from behind. I pounded into her while squeezing her breasts, the fear of someone suddenly appearing adding a delicious layer of thrill. She seemed to succumb to the intensity of my assault.

In her excitement, she forgot where we were, swaying her hips to meet my thrusts while moaning, "Faster... fuck me harder... it feels so good..."

As the rhythm intensified, I feared her cries would become too loud. I pulled out the damp panties she had given me the night before and stuffed them into her mouth. "Sister, be quiet," I whispered. "We're in someone's apartment."

She nodded, allowing the fabric to muffle her, but the sensation seemed to excite her even more as she tossed her head. My hands moved from her hips to her breasts, kneading them with force.

After a while, my waist grew weary, so I told her to face me. I held one of her thighs against my waist, aligned myself, and thrust home.

With a cry of "Ah!", she cupped my face and kissed me frantically. I responded with equal passion, devouring her red lips, tasting her tender tongue, and squeezing her full, rounded breasts.

Our mouths remained locked in a feverish kiss, tongues intertwining as the friction grew more intense. The sensation was overwhelming, and finally, unable to hold back, I ejaculated deep inside her. After pulling out, I quickly cleaned myself with a tissue.

She looked at me with soft, sultry eyes, completely submissive. "How could you treat your sister like this in a stairwell?" she teased.

I grinned. "Am I better than your boyfriend?"

She merely smiled, offering no answer.

After a short rest, she led me to the station to catch the 11:30 express to Taichung. The carriage was nearly empty, so we sat toward the rear. Not long after the train departed, she drifted off to sleep on my lap. As the train rolled on, I gazed at her delicate features. After passing Taobao, my eyes fell upon the white curves visible beneath her shirt buttons. Realizing she wasn't wearing a bra, a surge of excitement hit me. I unbuttoned three of her buttons, exposing her pale, full breasts, and reached inside to knead them.

She instinctively grabbed my hand, but seeing that no one was watching, she allowed me to continue.

After we passed Zhongli, the carriage remained quiet, save for three young girls in the car ahead, dressed in casual T-shirts and jeans, also asleep.

I knelt down and unbuttoned the lower part of her dress, leaving only the two waist buttons to hold the garment in place. While continuing to massage her breasts, I leaned down and extended my tongue, intending to lick her honeyed slit.

As my tongue approached her labia, a scent reached me—faintly acidic, yet intoxicating. I pressed my face against her, inhaling the fragrance emanating from her core.

Then, I began to lick her mons pubis, occasionally sucking on her nectar. My lapping was audible, and she gripped my hair tightly, signaling for me to be quieter lest she cry out. As I licked and sucked, her juices flowed more abundantly; I could see the nectar welling up from her vagina in great amounts. She sat there, overwhelmed by pleasure, occasionally glancing around to check our surroundings.

Using one finger to tease her clitoris, while the other hand licked and sucked, caused her entire body to shudder. The flood of nectar was immense—sweet, slightly metallic, with a hint of musk.

Her hands gripped my hair, her legs clamping around my head as she let out muffled moans, her skin glistening with sweat. "Stop sucking... sister can't take it... it feels too good..." she whimpered.

I sat back up, and seeing me, she leaned in to kiss my cheek. "My good boy, sister will cherish you every day."

I leaned into her ear. "I want to fuck you so badly."

Blushing deeply, she whispered, "Wait for me in the restroom."

Once she entered the restroom, I followed closely. After a quick knock, I slipped inside and embraced her. I unbuttoned her dress to reveal her snowy breasts and hiked up her skirt, guiding her to lean against the window and arch her hips high. Her slit was a lake of moisture. From behind, a single thrust brought me deep inside. As I pumped into her, my hands worked her breasts, and she began to moan uncontrollably.

Between kneading her breasts and teasing her small rosebud, she began to cry out with abandon, "Oh...!" Her exquisite moans mingled with the rhythm of the passing streetlights outside the window. The surreal, erotic atmosphere drove me to a frenzy. Her lower body spasmed, gripping me so tightly that with one final lunge, I came.

We cleaned ourselves up and stepped out, only to find the young girl in the jeans standing there, her face crimson, her head bowed in embarrassment. My sister blushed and retreated to her seat, looking exhausted. Before long, we both drifted into a deep sleep, traveling all the way back to Taichung.