Tame My Sister

My parents were busy on business trips and were often away from home.

As a result, starting in middle school, I spent more time with my older sister.

Without a guardian, we were very curious and couldn’t control ourselves as we got caught up in things we were seeing for the first time.

In the end, we crossed the line from then on.

“It’s already 1 o’clock, are you okay?”

“Yes. Because today is the weekend.”

When we encountered adult material, we were the closest people of the opposite sex and we grew up relying on each other, so we touched each other without any resistance.

And most of all, because my parents were often away from home, we had no self-control and tried new things to satisfy our curiosity.

The more I did it, the more I felt like I was becoming addicted to sexual desire.

At first, things were meant to be simple, but the level of action gradually increased, and the location changed depending on the mood.

And the childish behavior that started in middle school continued without stopping even as I got older and entered college.

My sister was lying face down on the bed with her back turned to me, and I was pressing my body against her, as if covering her.

“But there’s only one left.”

Looking at the clock, the hour hand was already pointing to 1 o’clock and the condoms I had stocked up were about to run out.

What time did it start? Too much time passed because I was fucking myself like I wanted.

I separated my sweaty body and removed the condom that was hanging like a lump on my genitals.

He took a condom containing semen, blocked the entrance, and threw it on the floor for a moment.

While taking a deep breath and taking a break, I cleaned out the box of condoms that I had left on my desk.

But when did you get this? I didn’t know we’d already hit rock bottom.

As I was moaning and thinking, my sister came next to me and whispered.