My sister Nasrin and I have sex

It was about XNUMX years ago. It was a hot summer night. Bandar Anzali. The weather was so hot that I had to go to the reception and turn on the fan. I lay down on the couch and pulled out the sheets myself. It was midnight when I got cold. I wanted to go to the bathroom when I saw my little sister came to the reception to sleep. She was XNUMX years old at that time. Her name is Nasrin. I went and woke up. I fell asleep. I'm used to do this since I was a child. I slowly got angry. I wanted to squirm. I do not squirm like all other boys! I kiss the girl. I will not come out like that, but I will be satisfied. I started to do this. Once my sister nodded. I stood motionless until she realized I was awake. When she nodded, the wind lifted her fan. I could not believe it! I touched her back. She did not show any reaction. I kissed her fingertips. My heart was pounding. I could hear her voice. I went higher and her legs were white and cute. I pushed the whole method aside. It was a white cotton shirt. It was inflated. It was very cool. I started to squeak. Once I wanted to put my hand in his shirt and touch it. First I touched it with my finger on his shirt. It does not move. The hole. You did not go. I tried several times, but I did not. I wanted to shake your hand, but suddenly I saw Nasrin open her eyes. If he screamed! He would look me in the eye. He could not believe it. I gently pulled my hand out. As soon as he was released, he immediately burst into one of the rooms and locked the door. I was scared to death. Maybe this incident will come to mind. Then bring a donkey and load beans. It was not my first time. I had done this before with my older sister and two of my aunts. Everyone knew. I had been praying for a while and I was doing things that everyone thought I had changed. I did not sleep until morning in fear. I ran out of the house early in the morning. I was wandering in Anzali Boulevard until night. I had a vodka one night and ate it all. You. The girl next door was gathering and dancing. I was not in the mood for last night at all. I greeted them all and went to the kitchen. Nasrin was there. She had a tray full of soda glasses in her hand. I just remembered last night. I was very embarrassed. I mean, what does Nasrin think about me? A few days have passed since that incident. At that time, I would stay up late at night and go to bed until XNUMX or XNUMX o'clock. Once in my sleep, I felt something tickle my back. (My dream is very light) I looked slowly through the corner of my eye. I could not believe it! It was Nasrin.