My Sister is in China

My Sister Stayed In China Longer

Alright, here's another update for you... straight out of my tangled little world with my sister and my wife. And before anyone jumps in the comments, let me set the record straight: my sister is 22, my wife's 26, and me? Definitely not the younger one here. I know how it sounds, I know what you're probably thinking, but that's part of what makes this whole thing so addictive. And by you, I mean whoever is reading my journal.

I should say up front the timelines here, in my journal won't always match. What I wrote a few days ago happened days before I opened this book to pen my thoughts, to spill it all out in the first place. Also, I've been sitting with it, replaying it, feeling the heat of it over and over before I found the courage to put it into words and confessing to you. If you're just stumbling across this now, start with the first part. Because everything began just over a few weeks ago when my sister and I gave in to something we both knew we shouldn't and crossed that line.

For a few days after our first encounter, my sister and I kept our distance. Not too far, just the kind of space where you hover near each other, pretending nothing happened, pretending you don't notice how fast your heart beats when you're in the same room. I even told you guys here, hoping someone could give me good advice to make it all better. I mean where else can I get advice for this? I definitely won't pay for a therapist. I figured the next time I updated you guys; it would be to tell you all how crappy I feel, and the story came to an end. I really tried convincing myself it was over. A spark that had burned hot, then burned out. If I ignored it long enough, maybe she'd rethink her decision and rebook her flight, head home, and this whole thing would dissolve into a guilty memory.

And yes, it would leave me with regret, deep, deep regret for betraying my wife. And she truly is stunning. Even after all these years, the sight of her, those hypnotic eyes, that flowing black hair still makes me hard with nothing more than a glance. (If you guys or girls ever get the chance to date a beautiful Asian woman you should, and you'll know what I mean) And yet... there is also my sister. My freaking sexy little sister (it feels weird that I just called her sexy, but she is, and I won't take that out of this post now) a different kind of beauty entirely.

Just the other morning, after my run, everything shifted again. My wife had just left for the day. I was cooling down, still flushed and damp with sweat, about to hop in the shower, when my dangerously gorgeous freaking little sister (maybe that was a bit too much, but I want you guys to get the idea) walked straight into the bathroom. Without hesitation, she dropped her clothes in one smooth motion, before I could even open my mouth and in that moment I could only stare. There she was, completely bare in front of me. OMG seeing my little sister's perfect body, makes it impossible to protest or resist her.

Her body is lean and soooooooo smooth in all the right places, every line and curve drawing my eyes downward. Her skin still held the warmth of sleep, smooth and unblemished, glowing under the bathroom light. And oh boy, she has this perfect innie pussy, almost, too perfect, the kind of secret you want to show the world but also never let out of your hands. She moved with this quiet boldness, as if she knew exactly the effect she had on me.

I felt myself harden instantly, so fast it felt like I could've beaten a race car off the line. The air seemed to thicken between us and not only because of the steam in the room. My chest rose and fell too quickly, as though I had never caught my breath from the run at all.

She met my gaze, steady and unflinching, then parted her legs just slightly as she stepped closer just enough to leave me no doubt about what she was offering. My eyes trailed lower, drinking in the sight of her, and I felt my throat tighten.

It wasn't just attraction. It was hunger. Insatiable hunger for my little sister which at this point I knew I was going to taste and fuck again, right then. No matter how morally wrong it is.

I should have looked away, should have told her to stop, but all I could think was how badly I wanted her, how badly I needed to touch her. I'm not even sure I was thinking, just on full autopilot, I guess.

And in that moment, there was no space left for guilt. Just the heat of her bare body, the impossible hardness straining against me, and the unspoken truth hanging between us: we weren't going back.

The steam curled lazily through the bathroom, clinging to the cool tile walls as the shower still ran. The water hissed, a rhythmic pulse filling the space.

My sister turned, her sexy alluring eyes locking onto mine, a slow smirk playing at her lips.

"Lay down," she murmured, her voice thick with something dangerous.

I did not hesitate. I should've remembered my wife, but again, I didn't.

My body moved before my mind could catch up, sinking onto the slick tiles as my sister started straddle me, her thighs framing my hips. The heat from her center was intoxicating, her slick wet folds dragging against my rock-hard cock in slow, teasing strokes. My wife has given me a pussy job before, but this was next level. Wow! It felt like pure bliss not only physically, but it overwhelmed my emotions on so many different levels.

"You have been thinking about this for days now, haven't you?" she breathed, rocking against me just enough to make my hips jerk upward, desperate for more. I wanted to plunge my whole cock inside of my amazing sister so desperately.

But instead, I groaned and breathed hard, my fingers digging into her tiny waist as she denied me entry, pulling back every time I got close. A few times just as the tip was about to enter her wet pink lips, she'd steal my victory. The torture was exquisite, the wet, slick friction maddening. Those perfect pussy lips gliding over my cock felt so good but I couldn't take it anymore, really, I couldn't. So, I gave myself a self-given mission, and emboldened by that, I carried her to the counter, not letting my cock get an inch further away from her entrance. She winced as her back came into contact with the cold porcelain and my little sisters face looked even more tantalizing, erotic and right then, I thrust into her in one deep, claiming stroke. I am not one to swear often, but FUCK... she felt utterly amazing.

The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. The mirror fogged, our reflections blurred as my sister arched beneath me, nails scratching down my back. I fucked her like I'd been starving for it, although I haven't, as I have a great sex life with my Asian princess, my wife.

When the counter became too much, we stumbled into the shower, water sluicing over us as I pinned her against the wall, her legs wrapped tight around me. The climax hit my sister hard, cries muffled against my shoulder just as I pulled out and spilled all over the walls. Believe me, I wish I released all my sperm inside of her... but I didn't.

Listen my sister isn't just beautiful; she is disarming and looks so innocent. The kind of beauty that doesn't ask to be admired, it demands it. Or maybe I'm just crazy, because why didn't notice her or crave her this much, a long time ago?

After the shower incident things changed even further for better or worse, I don't know. The line we'd already crossed was now erased completely, hell completely nuked. Two women are pulling me in opposite directions: my wife, the center of my world for so long, and my sister, who had become something dangerous and irresistible. I was and still am crazy about them both, but for very different reasons.

These changes in our daily life started slowly, more teasing and physical touches, her hand brushing against mine, her body leaning even closer when we sit together. Way more sex now. The other night, I had her pressed against the cool tile floor in the living room, her back arching, her fingernails clawing at me as we tried not to make too much noise. Her skin was hot and damp, sticking to the floor, every thrust echoing faintly in the quiet apartment.

After, she laid there catching her breath, sweat glistening on her chest, and whispered, "I want to keep doing this..."

I kissed her perfect breasts, once each, after putting my lips on her deliciously looking mons pubis and ran my tongue down to the top of her slit and muttered, "I know. But I think we have to stop."

And the truth is, I don't.

The sex is wild, reckless, not exactly better but just different and something a little bit more than what I'd ever known. With her, it feels raw, messy and urgent, like we were burning alive and clinging to each other to survive it. Every kiss left me hungrier. Every time I push inside her tight, warm and addictive kitty, every sexy moan she makes, it is like I am feeding an obsession I didn't even know I had.

The worst part? Sometimes, I didn't want my wife to come home. I want more time, ALONE, with my sister. Both of us half-naked on the couch, bodies still sticky from what we'd just done, and a part of me would hope the front door stayed shut. That she'd stay out just a little longer. Because in those moments, it doesn't feel wrong, it feels like the only thing I want.

Here's where my story stops feeling like a fantasy and starts feeling like heartbreak... the part I'm not sure I can come back from.

My sweet wife hasn't said everything out loud, but I can feel it, she knows something is wrong. She can't put her finger on it, maybe not the full truth, but she feels the shift between me and sister. She told me, with tears in her eyes, that she loves me too much to live in a house where she feels like a stranger.

So, she's decided to go stay with her parents for two weeks. She said when she comes back, my sister has to be gone or she's going to leave me. She hasn't said she hates my sister, but I can feel she really wants her gone. She loves me, I know she does, but she doesn't like who she feels she's becoming in this space, constantly second‑guessing, constantly wondering if I've already slipped away from her. Hearing her say that, hearing her voice shake... Well, it leaves me torn and conflicted even more than I already am.

Now I'm caught between two lives. I told myself I'll take my sister to Hong Kong or Suzhou this week, it's summer and I'm on vacation, I don't have work, and maybe the distraction will give us space to breathe and calm down. But also, on that trip, I plan to tell her the truth: that she has to go home, back to the states. (Florida, if you are curious)

Because I can't lose my wife.

Still, part of me wonders, am I doing the right thing? I've already crossed so many lines from cheating to incest, shattering all kinds of trust. If you were in my shoes, what would you do? This time really, if someone (anyone) has some solid advice, please let me hear it, before I make up my mind. I have to make a decision on this trip...

And I do apologize to you for making this such a long post. Sometimes, I get carried away with details as I write but also, I want you all to understand everything.