A typical story of a post-80s generation, please listen to me slowly - Part 8: My Beloved Junior Sister 2

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It's been a long time since I've reminisced about the past. When someone frequently reminisces about the past, it means they're getting old. I'm not old yet; I'm a handsome middle-aged man in my forties.

The next morning, I bought some morning-after pills, but didn't deliver them to her immediately.
That evening, I went to her dorm again. She was sitting at her desk practicing calligraphy, but her handwriting was noticeably different from her usual level. I guessed she was still hesitant, regretful, and hopeful. At that time, Yan and I were still very much in love. Although we lived about 50 kilometers apart, which isn't far now, given the transportation conditions back then, it required two bus transfers and took almost two hours. Even so, I would drive there two out of five days a week.
You can imagine the state of mind my junior sister was in at that time—being taken advantage of by a scumbag who already had a girlfriend, and it was her first time, without any promises or protection.
I hugged her tightly from behind. Her body trembled involuntarily. After her first taste of pleasure, she let out a soft moan. I placed one hand directly on her ample breast and kneaded it. She put down her pen and grasped my hand, but made no attempt to stop me. Her breathing quickened, and she turned to look at me with hazy eyes. In this situation, even a fool would know that I should kiss her. We shared a French kiss that lasted at least five minutes. When she was out of breath, we separated. My junior sister whispered in my ear, "Carry me, to the bed..."
My junior sister weighed no more than 90 pounds at the time. I picked her up and gently placed her on her bed. I leaned down and continued a passionate kiss. Then, using my limited experience, I kissed her cheeks, neck, and earlobes. I slowly took off her clothes and kissed her breasts. She was already moaning loudly. After kissing for a while, her body tensed up, and she had already orgasmed. Both men and women are very sensitive when they first taste love. Like me, I ejaculated before penetration. For a while, my first time was only a minute or two. She was the same; she came at the same time just from kissing my breasts, without even taking off her pants.
I quickly took off my clothes, lay down next to her, covered myself with the blanket, and started kissing her again. I started to take off her pants with one hand, and we hugged each other without any barriers, kissing and touching. I pulled her hand to my penis, and she touched it and pulled it back as if she was running away. I pulled her hand back and put it on my penis, and I guided her to stroke it. She moaned in my ear and whispered, "I want it..." I reached down and touched her genitals; there was so much wetness. So I rolled over on top of her, and she cooperated by spreading her legs. She said, "Be gentle." I guided my penis to the opening and slowly inserted it. The opening was wet and tight, the layers of tender flesh pressing against me. Because I was larger and longer, I started by thrusting in with only the tip of my penis. She moaned and put her hands on my back, gripping desperately. Luckily, I had trimmed my nails, or I would have scratched them raw. Slowly, I thrust all the way in. She screamed, "Ah!" and then her whole body trembled and convulsed. After about ten seconds, she calmed down, slowly opened her eyes, and said, "Take a break, I can't take it anymore..."
Even though she said she wanted to stop, I couldn't take it anymore. I remained on top of her, my hard penis still inside her, slowly moving in and out. When she had fully recovered, I gradually increased my speed, finally reaching the deepest point when she climaxed again, ejaculating in spurts.
After cleaning up, we lay in bed. She said she'd liked me since school, but I'd never paid attention to her. She talked about how excited she was to see me working in the same company, how much she liked me, but she never mentioned my girlfriend or the fertility pills. When I took the pills out of my pocket, I could clearly see disappointment in her eyes, but she didn't say anything, just asked when to take them and if they were effective.
We barely slept that night. We were so young and didn't know the value of sex; we'd talk after ejaculating, and then continue after we calmed down.
The worst thing was that I spent my weekends with Yan, took two buses to see her on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and spent the other three days with my junior colleague. She never mentioned the future or Yan; she treated me like a wife, cooking for me, doing my laundry, playing with me, and making a ruckus. My dorm room was practically deserted from then on. My junior colleague grew up under my tutelage, mastering all sorts of positions, and her oral skills were even mimicking the requirements of Japanese adult films perfectly. Later, I joked with her, telling her husband to treat me to a meal sometime to thank me for training her wife so well… But after being with her for over a year, I never gave her oral sex. I don't know why. The first time I gave her oral sex was more than ten years later, during a chance encounter. By then, her daughter was almost graduating from elementary school…

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