After many years, I finally met my sister, who had returned to her mother's house. On a sweltering midsummer night in a quiet rural town, I witnessed her masturbating. The look in her eyes that aroused my desire, and the huge breasts that clung to me and trembled so violently, made my heart flutter. Memories of my childhood, when I was played by my willful sister, came flooding back to me. Heartbroken, my sister attacked me, releasing her long-suppressed desires. Sweat splattered on her pale, crystalline skin as she forced herself to sigh, intent on draining me of everything I had...