I didn’t understand why. Maybe it was because the last time I saw her, she was only four years old. Ever since then, we never saw each other again until we were both adults.
The problem wasn’t just the frequent dreams; I also found myself feeling attracted to her in real life. I tried reminding myself that she was my sister, but since we never spent most of our years together, it was hard to see her that way.
At that time, I was in a relationship, but I couldn’t give my girlfriend attention anymore. It felt like I was cheating on my sister.
You may wonder where I was all those years that kept me away from her. When I was seven, my parents went through a divorce, and a year later, my mom took me out of the country. During those years apart, I had no access to my sister—not even her pictures or voice on the phone. So, when I finally saw her again, it felt like she was a complete stranger.
Eventually, my girlfriend broke up with me after complaining that I wasn’t giving her attention. She even suspected that I had fallen for someone else.
One night, after watching an adult movie, I found myself overwhelmed with urges. The only thing on my mind was my sister.
I checked everywhere to make sure no one was watching, then sneaked into her room, ensuring my dad didn’t notice.
There she was—sleeping peacefully. My hands began moving toward her inappropriately. At first, I thought she would wake up, but she remained deep in sleep. That night, I used my hands to satisfy my desires.
The next morning, I felt an unbearable weight of guilt as I saw my innocent sister smiling and greeting me. I had done something I would regret for the rest of my life.
Throughout the day, my sister innocently tried to play and cheer me up. But the more she tried, the more sadness I felt.
I thought I would stop after that night, but it was only the beginning. I couldn’t help myself. Again and again, I went to her in the dark, taking advantage of her while she slept.
Over time, it became easier, almost like an addiction. I was so consumed by my twisted feelings that I treated her like my girlfriend.
Then one day, while watching a movie, I saw my dad walking out of my sister’s room—sweating and buttoning his shirt.
TO BE CONTINUED.
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