**Zichen: 24 years old – My Sister**
**Jake: 20 years old – Me**

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Before the story begins, I want to ask you all a few questions to ponder.

First, do you share a common thought? Perhaps you never had an older brother or sister, yet you secretly wished for one to take care of you. Or perhaps you never had younger siblings, but you longed for a little brother or sister to boss around.

My answer is this: "I have an older sister. Since we were children, she has loved to bully me, treating me like her personal servant. I used to loathe her; I always wished for a younger sibling instead of her."

Second, when you hear the word 'sister,' what is the first thing that comes to mind?

My answer: "To me, 'sister' brings to mind a shrew or a tomboy."

To the elders, my sister was always seen as a beautiful, elegant young lady. But to me, her younger brother, she was a girl with zero grace—crude and unrefined. What the world saw was a far cry from the truth. For instance, we shared a room for over a decade until she started high school and we finally got our own spaces. Back then, whenever she came home, she would toss her clothes everywhere. Her bed was a chaotic mess of dolls, manga, and dirty laundry. I remember once, when my clothes accidentally ended up on her bed, she saw them and, without a word, tossed them onto the floor. It infuriated me; I called her a "stupid bitch," and in return, she gave me a brutal beating.

Six or seven years have passed since then. Now, I am a student at a sports university and a member of the varsity basketball team. My daily routine is dominated by physical conditioning. Back in the day, I lost every fight we ever had, but things are different now. Since she moved into her own room in high school, we haven't had much chance to clash, but she still loves to pull rank on me. Her shouting matches are so loud the neighbors can hear them. There have been times when, the day after a fight, a neighbor would ask, "Jake, did your sister yell at you again?" So, you can see why the word 'sister' makes me think of a shrew or a tomboy.

Because of this, I used to wish for a younger sibling rather than such an annoying sister.

My sister’s name is Zichen. She is twenty-four. After graduating university two years ago, she started working as a beauty consultant at a high-end department store.

If we set aside my personal bias, Zichen is, quite frankly, a stunner. She has porcelain skin, large, expressive eyes, and a slender, lithe figure—standing 165cm and weighing only 46kg. From my memory, she has always been surrounded by admirers. In middle school, boys would sneak love letters to her, including a few delinquent seniors. In high school, she supposedly had "breakfast deliveries" every day or was constantly invited to study sessions on the weekends. By university, it became even more intense; she even worked as a part-time model for online shops and advertisements. To a brother like me, how could anyone believe that? At home, she was messy and loud as a shrew—how could anyone want to model her? Yet, looking at the photographs, there was no denying it. The woman in those photos was indeed my sister—the shrew, the tomboy, Zichen.

To make matters worse, my best friends always loved coming to our house just to catch a glimpse of her. Their favorite lines were: "Jake, man, you're so lucky to have such a beautiful sister!" or "Your sister must be so kind to you; she looks so elegant and lovely." I often wished there was a way to broadcast the truth to them: "You're all wrong! She's not a goddess; she's just an annoying sister who loves picking on her brother."

Then came the company trip organized by my father's firm. It was an all-expenses-paid vacation for high-level executives and their families. Our family of four—Dad, Mom, Zichen, and me—joined the group, along with various aunts and uncles. In these social gatherings, the compliments were endless: "Manager Lin, your daughter is so lovely and poised!" or "Zichen, you're so beautiful, why don't you marry into our family?" Hearing this made me want to faint. How could they see her this way when even her own brother couldn't? For this trip, the rooms were assigned in pairs. My parents took one room, leaving Zichen and me to share the other.

Once we checked into the hotel, we had a free afternoon to enjoy the amenities. Our window looked out over a pristine white sand beach where palm trees swayed invitingly in the breeze. Seeing the view, Zichen said, "Hey, let's go find the other kids and play on the beach later." Just as I agreed, she didn't even bother to give me a heads-up before she started changing right in front of me. She pulled her top off, leaving her in nothing but her bra and panties.

"Sis! What are you doing?!" I yelped in surprise.

Zichen looked at me with a puzzled expression. "We're going to the beach, aren't we? I'm changing!"

"I know you're changing, but we're in a room! At least give a guy a warning!"

"Do I really need to report to you every time I change?" she snapped back.

"That's not what I mean! I mean there's a man in the room! You're just stripping like that?"

She gave a cold smirk. "You're my brother. It's not like you haven't seen me before. We slept in the same room for years."

She was so unapologetic that I didn't know how to respond. "Just hurry up and change," she added. "I can't wait to get to the water."

After changing, we joined the other young people and children at the beach for a water fight. Zichen wore a tight white top and a tiny denim skirt. Her long, shapely legs were showcased by the short skirt, making the men around us drool. Throughout the game, it was obvious that every man—aside from me—was targeting her with water. It was infuriating to watch them flirt with her right in front of my face. One guy, David, was the son of one of my father's colleagues of twenty years. We grew up together, but he was always the "golden boy" with perfect grades, which always made me feel a bit competitive.

This "good boy" clearly had a crush on my sister. During the game, he even boldly scooped her up and tossed her into the water. Watching them tease her, I wasn't even angry; it was just funny. This annoying sister was being treated like a precious treasure by everyone else.

After the beach, we went to grab drinks and ice cream. As we were about to sit down, a few of the younger kids sat first, but David and the other young men lingered. I was about to call them over when it clicked: they were waiting for Zichen to sit so they could choose the seats next to her. Sure enough, David clung to her side, successfully securing a spot right beside her. They chatted away, looking perfectly happy, while I ended up sitting with a group of elementary schoolers. One little boy even sighed, "I wanted to sit with Sister Zichen, but they stole her!"

"Yeah, me too!" another chimed in.

"Sister Zichen is so pretty. I want to be just like her when I grow up," a third added.

Listening to their innocent chatter, I nearly groaned. *Sister, you're a great actress,* I thought.

Then, my eyes drifted to the next table to watch the men try to charm her. They kept her laughing with their jokes, but David, sitting right next to her, had his eyes glued to her chest. He would catch the eyes of the other men, subtly nodding toward her cleavage. She was surrounded by a pack of wolves, yet she remained blissfully unaware, laughing and chatting away. But honestly, with her D-cup breasts peeking through her top, if she weren't my sister, even I wouldn't be able to look away.

Back in the room, Zichen went into the bathroom first. To my surprise, the bathroom door was made of transparent glass. When she realized this, she called out, "Wh... what is this? Hey, brat, don't you dare peek while I'm bathing!"

I teased her, "Relax, I'm not like David. I'm not interested."

As soon as the words left my mouth, she threw a playful punch at me. "You tomboy!" I laughed. "I really don't get how people like you so much."

She just laughed and stepped into the shower.

From my vantage point, the view was incredibly clear. She had a slender, elegant frame, about 165cm tall, with chestnut-brown hair. She had beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows, large eyes, and a soft, rounded mouth with delicate lips. Her breasts were large and firm, her waist was narrow, and her long legs were tanned a beautiful bronze from the sun. Seeing her like this, the reason men were obsessed became crystal clear. If she were just a stranger on the street, even I would have stared. With her looks, the line of men wanting to sleep with her would stretch for miles. It was only because I had seen her every day since childhood that she felt "ordinary" to me.

When she finished, she called out, "Jake, grab the soothing cream from my bag. The sun really burned me today."

I rummaged through her bag and handed it to her. "Help me put it on my back," she requested.

She turned around and lay face down on the bed, unhooking her bra so her entire back was bare. Normally, I would have complained about having to do such a task, but after today’s events, I finally understood the allure. I averted my eyes and shuffled toward the bed. As she lay there watching TV, her milky-white, glowing thighs were inches away from me. Unable to help myself, I pretended to be casual and rested my hand on her thigh. It was incredibly soft, yet firm and elastic—skin like fine jade. Suddenly, she shifted her legs, and my hand was caught between her two mesmerizing thighs like a piece of meat in a sandwich.

My breath hitched. My palm felt the warmth radiating from her skin. *If only this hand were my cock,* I thought wildly. My mind was racing, but my hand stayed perfectly still, terrified that even the slightest tremble would startle her.

Zichen turned to look at me. "Jake, that tickles! Hurry up and rub it in."

I pretended to be nonchalant as I applied the cream. Her legs were on full display, and it was impossible not to let one's eyes wander up the curve of her thighs toward her groin. The sight of that tantalizing area made my heart race and the rod in my trousers pulse with life.

I finished quickly, wanting to retreat to the bathroom to handle my arousal, but the glass door made that difficult. As I stood there, struggling with my swollen, aching member, Zichen suddenly gasped. "Ah... Jake... are you... do you have a reaction?"

She was looking at me with a half-smirk, half-teasing gaze. Blushing, I stammered, "S-sorry..."

"I'm your sister, you know," she teased. "Don't go thinking such dirty thoughts."

"I wasn't!"

"Oh, please. That's all men think about."

"Think about what?"

"How to charm a woman into bed so you can... become one with her," she said playfully.

"Oh? Being 'one' just means being joined at the head or back. What's so great about that?"

"Stop playing dumb," she countered. "You... you want to..."

Emboldened, I challenged her, "Yeah, so what if I do? Are you going to let me?"

Zichen froze for a second, then shot back defiantly, "Bring it on. I don't believe you'd dare."

In that moment, fueled by the tension in the air, I actually reached out and grabbed her. She hadn't expected me to be so bold. "Ah! I was joking!" she squealed. "Jake, what are you doing?"

My expression was dead serious. "Sis... I'm not joking."

"But... we're siblings! It was just a joke!"

"Just once," I pleaded. "You're the one who made me react like this."

She resisted at first, but after my repeated begging, we reached a compromise: she wouldn't let me enter her, but she would perform oral sex on me.

To be honest, a part of me was driven by a primal, almost selfish desire. Men always fantasize about sleeping with flight attendants, shop assistants, or models. My sister fit all those descriptions. As a sports student with high stamina and a bit of a wandering eye, the idea of "conquering" her felt like adding two rare trophies to my collection: the shop girl and the model. So, with a hardened heart, I decided to make the most of these few days.

When she agreed to use her mouth, my heart hammered against my ribs. My face was surely crimson. Standing before her, I stripped off my trousers, only to find that my cock was already rock-hard and straining.

Zichen actually knelt before me. Driven by urgency, I reached down, guided her head, and pressed my hard length into her mouth. "Mmph... slow down... mmph..." she muffled.

We cast aside the shackles of morality. Zichen didn't reject me; she took me deep, her mouth swirling around my shaft in a rhythmic, sucking motion.

The mental thrill of her performing for me was far greater than the physical sensation. Seeing my rough, masculine organ held within my beautiful sister's red, soft lips gave me an overwhelming sense of conquest. My cock grew even harder, to the point where I feared I might erupt prematurely.

"Oh... oh god..." The sensation was unlike anything else—a strange, wonderful euphoria.

Her tongue danced around my tip, making the head of my cock itch with pleasure, causing it to twitch rhythmically. My hips began to move of their own accord, thrusting upward to meet the onslaught of her tongue. I felt more pre-cum leaking out, and she sucked it up greedily, as if she were sipping a delicious drink.

After what felt like an eternity of her tongue working its magic, she finally looked up. Her lips were glistening with my fluids, a stray drop of semen even touched the tip of her nose, and a single stray hair was caught at the corner of her mouth.

"Sis... that was amazing... how are you so good at that?"

I felt incredibly high, incredibly happy. Then, a wave of intense sensation swept through my body, and a hot jet of semen erupted from me. I held her head close, my cock throbbing as it pumped the essence of my climax into her.

"Ah... mmph... *cough, cough!*"

She choked slightly as the warm liquid filled her mouth. When I finally pulled out, semen was smeared across her beautiful face. My lust was reignited, more intense than before. My heart was pounding in my throat, and a sense of euphoria washed over me. I wanted to plunge into her; the world around us had ceased to exist.

Just as I was about to move in for more, a knock came at the door. We both jumped. Luckily, she hadn't fully undressed yet. She quickly spat the excess semen onto a tissue, and I bolted into the bathroom to wash up. When I emerged, it turned out the visitors were the group of young men from earlier, bringing us late-night snacks. Watching them chat happily with her, I couldn't help but smirk internally. *You guys are feeding her snacks, but your "goddess" just finished eating my cock.*

The next day, after a full day of activities, the young crowd went to a bar. When we returned to the room, I lay on the bed, feeling the buzz of the alcohol. Zichen noticed me staring at her. She tossed her small bag onto a chair and snapped, "What are you looking at? Keep staring and I'll poke your eyes out!"

I sat up on the edge of the bed and patted the space beside me. "Sis, come sit here."

She sat down beside me, and I immediately wrapped my arm around her waist, pressing my lips to the crook of her neck. She giggled and tried to squirm away. "What, are you shy?" I teased.

I pulled her closer, whispering in her ear, "Close your eyes. Just pretend I'm your boyfriend, and you won't feel so shy."

As I spoke, I slid my hand up, cupping her breast through her clothes. The sheer fullness of her was staggering; her breasts were so lush and heavy that my hand could barely contain them. The sensation sent a jolt of arousal through me. As I moved to caress her more deeply, she tried to dodge again. "Jake... no..."

I was becoming impatient. "You already gave me oral yesterday," I said, my voice dropping. "Why not this time?"

Naturally, I stood before her and stripped naked, leaving nothing between us. "Sis, do it again," I commanded.

She reached out with her slender hands and gripped my cock. She began to lick me as if she were tasting ice cream. The sensation was indescribable. After she had teased me with her mouth, my goal was to finally sink into her. After a few more licks, I pulled away and leaned in to kiss her. Her lips were still wet with my pre-cum. She tried to turn her face away in embarrassment, but I caught her chin. "Feeling shy now?"

She whispered, "Don't kiss me..." but as I moved to kiss her earlobe, she finally relented, closing her eyes and letting my lips and tongue wander over her skin.

As we kissed, my hand slid down her smooth back, moving toward her breasts. They were magnificent—firm, round, and incredibly soft. I pulled her clothes off, eager to admire the ivory perfection of her body. My fingers teased one pink nipple while my mouth took the other. Her breathing grew ragged, and her hands gripped my shoulders.

My hand slid down her flat, smooth stomach, diving between her thighs to find her clitoris, hidden amidst her soft hair. Zichen's breathing turned into frantic gasps. As I worked her, I used the motion of kissing her belly to slide her skirt off. Exposed and vulnerable, she instinctively squeezed her legs together, but I gently pried them apart, revealing her tight, delicate folds.

When my tongue first touched her, she let out a sharp cry, her body twisting beneath me. She didn't know whether to push my head away or pull me closer. I didn't care; I gripped her thighs and buried my face in her heat, lapping and sucking until the salty, sweet nectar of her arousal flowed into my mouth.

Using my fingers, I began to play with her. I slid a middle finger inside, hooking against the tender walls of her vagina, and then added my index finger, moving in a rhythmic, driving motion. Zichen moaned loudly, her hands alternating between gripping my arms and clutching the bedsheets. Her hips rose to meet my rhythm, the sound of wet, squelching friction filling the air.

Seeing her lost in ecstasy, I increased the pace. Suddenly, her vaginal muscles began to spasm, pulsing around my fingers as if trying to suck them in. She was crying out, her hands pulling my body closer to hers. It was time.

I withdrew my fingers and quickly put on a condom. Zichen lay there, her body writhing in anticipation, her breath coming in short, desperate bursts. I knelt between her legs, found her entrance, and guided my erect cock to the opening, pushing in inch by inch.

As I entered, her expression shifted from strained endurance to pure, unadulterated bliss. Her eyes flew open, and a long, soulful "Ahhh..." escaped her throat. Once she was fully wrapped in my warmth, I began a slow, powerful thrusting motion.

To be honest, she wasn't as tight as I had imagined, but her reaction was far more intense. After just a few thrusts, her fingernails were digging into my back. "Slow down... don't scratch me!" I panted, though her cries only grew more uninhibited.

After a while, I flipped her over to take her in the doggy style position. Zichen arched her back, her pale, beautiful buttocks high in the air, as she cried out with every heavy impact of my cock. Seeing such a beautiful girl acting so lewdly before me—and knowing she was my own sister—sent a surge of adrenaline through my veins. The sheer taboo of it made me lose control, and a massive load of semen erupted from me. I held her hips firmly, pressing into her until the very last drop was spent.

As the passion ebbed, the old sibling modesty returned. Zichen quickly pulled the sheet over herself.

"How was it?" I whispered, leaning close.

She turned her face to the wall and gave a small, silent smile. I stroked her arm. "Just you wait. There's more to come."

She turned back to look at me, a playful glint in her eyes. "Jake... have you forgotten we're siblings?" Then she turned away again.

I took a moment to breathe and relax, turning my attention to the TV. In my experience, trying to go again too quickly can ruin the mood. It's better to rest, chat, and let the tension build back up.

After about twenty minutes of quiet conversation, I decided it was time. "Sis, let me give you a massage," I suggested.

She obediently rolled over, exposing her entire back. I straddled her, kneading the muscles of her neck and spine, until my hands eventually found their way back to her crotch. I massaged her still-damp folds before sliding my hand between her breasts and the mattress, teasing her until she began to writhe. I flipped her onto her back, one hand continuing to work her clitoris while the other brought my re-erected cock to her lips.

Zichen clearly loved the attention; her body arched wildly, her moans and the strength of her grip on my arms telling me she was in heaven. Once again, my cock slid deep into her heat.

"Ah... haaa... slow... slow down, Jake..." she gasped, her nails digging into my shoulders, though she didn't stop squeezing my cock with her internal muscles.

In a moment of intense friction, she opened her eyes, her gaze hazy and unfocused. "Jake... are you... wearing a condom? What if..."

Looking at her flushed, beautiful, and anxious face, my voice grew husky. "Don't worry, sis... it's on."

Relieved, she wrapped her long, elegant legs around my waist, rubbing her thighs against my buttocks, urging me to go harder.

"Oh god... you're so tight... you're so hot inside..."

I increased my speed, thrusting so deep that I felt like I was hitting her cervix, creating a loud, wet slapping sound with every stroke. I propped myself up on my hands, using a powerful, piston-like motion. This allowed me the most leverage and depth. In this state, Zichen completely lost herself. She forgot about morality, she forgot about being a sister—she was nothing but a creature of pure, unbridled sensation.

After a few minutes of intense thrusting, she sat up and climbed on top of me, taking control in a cowgirl position. She was impatient, wrapping her arms around my neck and grinding her hips frantically. Her head was thrown back, her cries echoing in the room. While the sensation wasn't as deep as when she was on the bottom, watching her lose herself so completely was incredibly erotic.

I watched her smooth back and her beautiful, flushed face. In that moment, I truly understood why men were so obsessed with her. As she continued to grind against me, the pressure on the base of my cock became almost painful.

It was time for the finale. I pushed her back down onto the bed. Her hair was a mess across her face, her lips were parted, and her eyes were half-closed—she looked devastatingly sexy. As the pace accelerated, I feared her loud cries might wake the neighbors, so I pushed for a rapid finish.

The battle reached a fever pitch. Her breasts bounced wildly with every thrust. She thought she was safe behind the latex, but the beast inside me was becoming uncontrollable. The urge to feel her raw, warm walls was like an electric current hitting my brain.

As she lay there, panting and lost in her own world, I took a chance. While one hand held her waist, the other slipped down to the point of our union. In that slick, wet crevice, my fingers found the edge of the condom. With the skill of a thief, I deftly peeled it off.

"Mmph...?" Zichen felt a momentary sensation of emptiness, but before she could process it, a much harder thrust filled her back up. She thought it was just the change in rhythm and began to move her hips even more vigorously. "Ahhh... so deep, Jake... so deep!"

She had no idea! She was now experiencing the raw, primal friction of skin against skin!

Without the barrier of the latex, the heat, the tightness, and the suction were explosive! My head slammed against her tender vaginal walls, feeling every single ridge and fold. My sanity shattered.

"Ohhh! Sis... Zichen!"

I let out a low, animalistic growl, my thrusts turning into a frenzied, rapid-fire assault. Every impact made a heavy, meaty *thwack*. Zichen was tossed around the bed by the force of it. Her vagina, now unhindered, felt even wetter and more voracious, as if she were trying to swallow my entire length.

"Ah! Ah! It's too fast... Jake... I'm going to break... ahhh!" She completely collapsed, her eyes rolling back as her thighs convulsed in a massive orgasm.

The final surge hit me. I gripped her narrow waist and lifted her legs high, allowing me to drive as deep as humanly possible.

"Sis! I'm coming! I'm going to come inside you!"

"Do it... shoot it all inside... give it all to me... ahhh!" she screamed, her fingers clawing at my back.

With a final, desperate series of lunges, my body went rigid. A massive, hot torrent of semen erupted, shooting directly against her cervix without anything to stop it! The sensation of the direct, rhythmic pulsing was overwhelming, making me feel as though we were truly becoming one. I could feel her vaginal walls spasming in a rhythmic grip, trying to suck every last drop of my essence into her.

"Ohhhhh...!"

I gasped for air, feeling the warmth spreading deep inside her. Zichen lay limp on the pillow, her eyes glassy and a satisfied smile playing on her lips, looking as though she had been completely drained of her soul.

This was true conquest. This was my perfect sister.

"Sis," I whispered, "can we sleep in the same bed tonight?"

To my surprise, after the act, I found myself truly falling for her.

Zichen teased, "You naughty little brother. You never act this sweet, yet here you are, wanting to cuddle."

"Well," I replied, "I never thought my future children would start their lives inside my sister's body, did you?"

That night, we naturally shared the bed and had sex a few more times, though she insisted on using condoms for those rounds. The next morning, we slept late. When our parents knocked on the door, we scrambled to get dressed in a panic. When they walked in, my dad remarked, "Strange, why does it smell so... musky in here?"

In the chaos, a used condom had fallen to the floor. As my parents weren't looking, I quickly kicked it under the bed.

"See?" I whispered to Zichen. "I told you we should have gone without the condom once. We almost got caught!"

From that day on, the "shrew" was gone. To me, she was a tender, enchanting, and beautiful woman. I no longer wished for younger siblings; the current arrangement was perfect. I had a sister who could be my confidante, and a woman who was mine to worship and conquer.

Once, after a session, I dared to ask her how many men she had been with. Her answer shocked me. "I don't really know," she said nonchalantly.

"How can you not know?"

Zichen shrugged, looking quite proud. "Well, when I was modeling, it was part of the job. Directors, clients... how could I keep track of every single time?"

It was a revelation. The girl the world saw as pure and sweet was, in private, far more complex. It explained why she didn't feel as tight as a virgin when we first joined. And back home, when chatting with my best friends, I had a new secret to boast about: "Man, you wouldn't believe it... I've slept with a shop assistant and a professional model."

They had no idea they were talking about my sister.