My Sister is Very Obsessive

I gently moved my numb thighs, and my sister who was sitting next to me also stretched out her small hands and gently hammered me.

"They all blame me for being bad!"

"No no!"

I smiled and retracted my right hand that was rubbing my thigh, and put it on top of my sister's head, patted it lovingly,

"How can I be willing to blame you, you are my favorite sister!"

"Favorite?" My sister lowered her head and let me rub her thick hair. "Brother, can I ask you a question?"

When I heard my sister say she wanted to ask me a question, I stopped my hand rubbing her hair, then smiled slightly, held her little face in both hands, and kissed her little mouth gently,

"You can ask anything you want, there are no secrets between us!"

"Then, brother, since when did you start liking me!"

My sister blinked her cute big eyes and looked at me with a sweet smile, her eyes full of anticipation.

When did I start liking my sister? I couldn't help asking myself in my mind, and then I started to look back in my memory.

The third year of high school, the second year of high school, the first year of high school... It should be when my sister brought back the love letter her classmate gave her to show me, and asked us to exchange love letters the next day.

It was at that time that I realized how cute and beautiful my sister was. I should have been, because since then, I have always unconsciously compared the girls I saw with her.

"The time to write a love letter!"

I couldn't help holding my sister's little hand on my lap, raised it to my face and rubbed it gently,

"After I knew someone wrote you a love letter, I really realized that my sister had turned into a beautiful big girl."

"Is it a big girl?" My elder sister lowered her head shyly, and asked me in a low voice with a red face, "Is it big now?"

"Now?" I glanced lightly on my sister's plump **** and smiled, "Of course it's bigger now!"

"Hate!" My sister shyly threw herself into my arms, twisted her body, put her arms around my neck, and asked coquettishly, "Do you like it, brother!"

I wrapped my sister's arm around Xiaoman's waist with a little force, but didn't answer her question directly.

Because there is no need at all, the result is obvious, no matter how big or small, I will love her as always.

"By the way!" My palm gently pinched my sister's waist, attracting her attention, "When did you start liking me?"

"me?"

My sister's chin rested on my chest, her rosy mouth was slightly parted, and the moist and sweet breath rushed on my neck.

"It seems that since I have the memory, I have liked you. Every time I see you, I can't help but want to get closer and closer until I smell your breath and touch your skin."

"You know what you like at such a young age?" I couldn't help teasing my sister gently, "The little girl is very precocious!"

My sister raised her hand in dissatisfaction and hit me on the mouth. After humming lightly, her delicate fingers gently stroked my lips.

I opened my lips slightly, and my sister instantly understood my intention and took the initiative to put her slender and tender little fingers into my mouth.

Holding her sister's fingers and sucking gently, her sister also giggled non-stop.

After sucking for a while, my sister took out her finger, put it into her small mouth happily, and sipped it.

"By the way, sister, is the love letter I wrote to you still there?"

"Yes!" My sister looked at me, took out her saliva-stained finger, and wiped it on my chest, "I have always kept it well!"

I nodded happily,

"That's good! I also keep the love letter you gave me!"

"Is it just keeping the love letter?" My elder sister poked my chest lightly with her finger, "I kept a lot of things that you used when you were a kid, brother!"

"Like?"

I'm a little curious, after all, I don't have much of my childhood things, especially those toys, many of which are gone.

"A lot!"

Sister's little face is on my arm,

"It's like the crotch pants you're wearing, your toy electric car, a plastic watch without electricity, a half-broken Ultraman CD, a New Year's card with our family's name on it, and by the way, a baby bottle!"

"A bottle?"

"Yeah!" My sister raised her head and looked at me with a blushing face, "That's my most important collection!"

How did the bottle become the most important collection? I can't understand a little bit!

"Remember the year when mom asked us to split the bed?"

My sister stretched out her little hand, her soft palm pressed against my cheek, gently rubbing it up and down,

"Remember!" I raised my hand and covered my sister's little hand on my face. "In the beginning, you secretly ran over every night and climbed onto my bed. You had to hug me before you would sleep."

"Yeah!" My sister also sighed, "At that time, my mother would take me out of your bed and spank me every morning."

"I wake up every morning to your pitiful cry."

"Hate!" My sister felt embarrassed about being spanked and crying every day when I was a child. "That's what I pretended. As long as I cry, my mother will be reluctant to beat me, and she will let me hold you."

"Have it?"

I don't remember very well, but I remember that every morning, my sister would be spanked by her mother, and then she would cry all morning.

"You don't even remember!"

My sister squeezed my arm angrily and twisted it hard.

Although it didn't hurt, I still cooperated with my sister, begging for mercy exaggeratedly, and then my sister let me go with satisfaction.

"Didn't we talk about the bottle? Let's talk about the bottle!" I quickly changed the subject.

"Later, mom would lock your door with a key every time before going to bed, so I couldn't get in, and then I didn't know what was going on, so I slowly developed the ability to bite your baby bottle before I could sleep. habit."

"So..." I moved my body, stepped back, lowered my head and looked seriously at my sister who was lying in my arms.

"When you are twelve or thirteen years old, you still bite the bottle to sleep every day."

"You don't agree!"

My sister's pretty face was so red that she was about to bleed.

"It's not all your fault!"

She raised her hand and hit me hard, pouting her little mouth angrily,

"If you secretly opened the door for me every night at that time, how could I have developed the habit of biting the bottle to sleep, all blamed on you, all blamed on you..."

Looking at my sister's cute blushing face, I couldn't help reaching out and grabbed her slender wrist and looked at her dotingly.

"What, what's the matter, brother?"

Being stared at by me like this, my sister lowered her head a little overwhelmed.

I didn't answer her, but leaned down and bit her pink lips gently,

"Um..."

My sister's little hand rested on my chest, and her little mouth made a vague voice.

After kissing sweetly for a while, I let go of my sister's little mouth, her little face was flushed, and she was panting for breath.

"Go to sleep!"

I said to her in a soft voice, then turned around and turned off all the lights.

After a while, the room where the five fingers could not be reached gradually became more dimly lit, and these lights came in from outside the window.

At this time, my sister was sleeping beside me, her body tightly against me.

Smell the sweet smell emanating from her body, that seductive body temperature, passing back and forth on our clinging bodies.

I remember when I was young, my sister would hold me to sleep like this every day. At that time, my sister's body hadn't grown yet, her **** was thin and her **** were small.

How did I fall asleep then? I desperately recalled in my mind, it seems that at that time, I was not interested in my sister's body at all.

It's really the eighteen changes of a female college student. I don't pay attention. I used to be a skinny and small washboard, but now I have grown into a beautiful and charming big girl. The body is full of temptation. Even my brother who grew up with me can't resist. live.

In the quiet night, even the sound of breathing was extraordinarily clear.

When I closed my eyes and counted my heartbeat silently, my sister next to me squeezed me hard again, raising her slender legs and resting them on my waist.