Returning home, I reunited with my sister for the first time in a while. In the quiet countryside town, on a humid summer night, I caught her masturbating. Entranced by her lustful gaze and her unchanged, full, firm breasts, memories flooded back of how I'd always been at the mercy of her bold, capricious personality. My heart pounded. Now it was my wounded sister unleashing her desires onto me. Her damp, pale skin glistening, she gasped for breath, yet dominated me completely—frantically taking everything I had.