Girls born in the 90s are great

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After a long period of travel, I finally had some time to go home.

I rang the doorbell. My parents weren't home. Since they hired a caregiver, their retirement has become much easier; they often disappear all day, I wonder what they're busy with. I sighed and opened the door myself. Stepping inside, I found the caregiver busy in the kitchen, humming a song—a superstar, no less! It seems the city really changes a person.

She seemed startled and turned around. Seeing it was me, she was a little surprised and shy, calling out, "Big Brother." But I was even more surprised! The dirty little girl from a few months ago seemed to have vanished. She's been hiding at home all day, her skin noticeably whiter, probably from better nutrition, and her complexion is much rosier. The t-shirts and jeans my wife gave her look good on her; while she's not voluptuous, she looks petite and charming. Now, she can outshine many women who rely heavily on makeup—truly, a woman's appearance changes drastically as she grows up!

Seeing me standing there in a daze, she immediately brought me a glass of water, her face flushing even more. She said, "Big brother, Uncle and Auntie went out for breakfast this morning and haven't come back yet. They'll be back for lunch later."

After saying that, she hurried back to the kitchen and busied herself even more diligently.

I walked behind her, watching her hair sway back and forth, and my heart fluttered a little. The fleshy feel of her arms made me want to hug her, and even more strangely, I could smell a faint, meaty fragrance—a pure, natural scent that made it even harder to resist. I thought to myself, "It must feel amazing to be with her." So, I patted her shoulder.

She turned around, looking at me nervously, her hands fidgeting. I smiled, took out a hundred-yuan bill, and said, "Little sister, you've worked hard. Take this money, don't tell Auntie."

"No, I don't want it. Auntie pays me on time every month," she refused. However, this refusal was more out of panic.

I stuffed the money into her hand and said, "My mom has a bad temper, you must suffer a lot. This money is from your older brother to buy you some clothes, take it."

I could tell she was a little touched, and she didn't move the crumpled bill. I casually touched her chest and said, "This dress looks good on you."

She seemed oblivious and said, "My sister-in-law gave it to me."

I thought to myself, "Hmm, feels nice." I was quite satisfied with her reaction, because she didn't seem to have any self-protective instincts.

After having dinner with my parents that day, I said goodbye, and the nanny was noticeably more friendly when she saw me off. After that, I would visit my parents' house about every two to three weeks, and my mom would always praise me for being so sensible. As for me, I would always bring the nanny a small gift, and more often than not, I would slip her a hundred or several tens of yuan—not too much, otherwise it would make her suspicious; that was my strategy.

Her wariness of me gradually decreased, and my judgment was accurate. She wasn't afraid of men, but rather of strangers. Now that we were no longer strangers, under my guidance, she started telling me stories about the countryside and her family. I always appeared very patient: listening is the most powerful tool for seducing women, and this is crucial.

I would also find opportunities to touch her body, such as reading her palm, which, though old-fashioned, was still novel to her. I would also often intentionally or unintentionally touch her thighs or her breasts, and naturally, she had no suspicion. Later, I would jokingly ask her to massage my back, sitting on my back and massaging my neck, arms, and shoulders, using the excuse that I was tired from work. Later still, I would say, "You've been massaging me so hard, let me massage you too," and she would agree after thinking about it. I would then massage her haphazardly, making her giggle, but of course, I wouldn't touch her sensitive areas.

I was very patient, and after about six months, she treated me like a close older brother, sharing everything with me, and she didn't mind some intimate gestures at all. Of course, these days I only go on my days off, arriving in the morning and returning after dinner at most.

My parents' workplace organizes a trip every year, usually in the spring, and this year's trip is ten days long. The house is left in the care of the housekeeper, and I use the excuse of wanting to visit more often to discuss with my wife that I'll stay for a couple of days every few days. My wife works the night shift, so she naturally won't accompany me. I know the opportunity to reel her in has arrived.

That day, after dinner, she finished her chores, watched the main TV series, and took a shower. Unfortunately, there was no way to spy on her. At this point, I started to act very tired, and naturally she said, "Brother, how about I give you a massage?"

I said, "Sure, but it might take a long time tonight because I'm quite tired." She laughed and said, "It's okay, you'll pay me back anyway."

At this point, I was burning with desire; what could be more alluring than a freshly bathed young girl? She was wearing a short-sleeved nightgown and shorts, her fair thighs gleaming under the light. The movement of her breasts with each step quickly told me she wasn't wearing a bra. It

was late spring, and already a little warm. I took off my shirt and lay on the bed, feeling the friction of her youthful flesh through the thin fabric. Her breathing, accompanied by each thrust, stirred waves in my ear.

I groaned, and she immediately asked, "Big brother, am I heavy?"

"No," I said, "I turned over, so I'll probably have to massage the front today."

She obediently stood up, letting me turn over.

A little confused, she asked, "Won't your stomach hurt if I sit on you?"

I said, "It's okay, just sit down a little lower." I casually pressed my already hard penis back into my pants, and she sat on top of me.

She leaned forward to massage my shoulders, and I looked more closely at her face—innocent and bright eyes, a small nose, lips that weren't sexy, but her teeth were very white when she smiled. Her collar swayed in front of me, and as I leaned forward slightly, I could see her breasts moving inside. To my surprise, they were quite large; it seemed she had deliberately concealed them with smaller bra cups during the day.

"Are you done?" she asked breathlessly.

"Wait, sit down a bit. I'm feeling uncomfortable here today," I said, pushing her back slightly and guiding her hand inside my pants.

Her face flushed red, and she tried to pull her hand away, but I held it. I said gently, "Little sister, don't be afraid, it's just a massage. I might have pulled a muscle."

I guided her hand up and down my large penis. She was silent for a while, then, as if she felt she should break the awkward silence, she said, "Brother, this is so hard!"

I smiled and said, "It's better now, and you're tired too. I'll massage you too."

She cheered, "Haha, it's my turn to enjoy!" and eagerly lay down.

While she wasn't looking, I quickly pulled down my pants, sat on her lap, and pressed my penis against her through her shorts. I felt her seem to shift slightly, but because I was sitting on her, she couldn't move. Then, I quickly started "massaging" her as usual. I deliberately leaned forward when massaging her shoulders, naturally pushing my penis forward as well. After a while, I heard her make comfortable sounds and asked, "How is it? Is it comfortable?"

"It's comfortable, it's a strange feeling," she said.

I lifted her clothes, reached inside to massage, and then pushed my hands forward inside her clothes, saying, "Massage your neck." I naturally half-lay on top of her, randomly massaging her neck with my hands while starting to lick down her spine with my tongue. "Ah~~~" she seemed unable to bear the stimulation and cried out, "Ah~~ It's so numb, but~~mmm~~it's comfortable."

As I licked her, I said, "This method is specifically for massaging the spine, it feels good, doesn't it?" Then I added, "You have to massage the whole spine, pull your pants down a bit, stick your butt out." She obediently lifted her buttocks, and without hesitation, I pulled down her shorts and underwear together.

She exclaimed, "Ouch, you used too much force, you pulled my penis down too!"

Before she could finish speaking, I inserted my penis into her private parts. Wow, it felt so wet! I immediately continued, "It feels really good when you massage it all together."

She hummed in agreement, her long-standing trust in me and curiosity about the new sensation making her continue to enjoy my "massage."

I lay on her back, slowly reaching my hands up her upper body, sliding down to her breasts, gently pinching her nipples. She started moaning, "Ah~~mmm~~~Big brother~~a little harder~~I'm a little uncomfortable~~ah." I went along with her words, "You have to turn over too, it won't hurt if I press on the front." She obediently turned over, and I kicked off her shorts that I had pulled down to her calves.

She saw my penis and exclaimed, "Is that what's pressing? Boys' penises are small and soft when they pee, how come yours is so thick?"

I didn't have time to talk to her, and quickly pulled her shirt over her head before saying, "It has to press on you too, it will feel good."

Before I could lie on top of her, she suddenly asked, "Is this sex?"

I was shocked. I had planned everything, but I never expected her to ask such a question at this moment. I thought I was going to fail. You know, if she curled up and asked me to rape her, I would never do it—women can be seduced, but never forced, that would be no fun at all. Her next words surprised me even more. She said, "It seems all those people who told me sex was terrible were lying to me. So this naked massage is sex? It feels so good!"

I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "So, do you like having sex with me, brother?"

She said, "Yes."

"Then you have to listen to me. I'll position you in the most comfortable way," I said, pulling her to the edge of the bed and letting her legs dangle. I stood up, looked at her, and then grabbed a pillow to place under her buttocks, gesturing again. Hmm, perfect.

I gently parted her legs, touching her firm, soft skin. I already felt incredibly aroused. I reached for her vulva and found it was wet. At that moment, I knew I had to be quick. All the foreplay could be skipped; I had to finish before she understood what was happening, and then slowly enjoy this young skin later.

I stood between her legs, slowly bending them up until her vulva was fully exposed. The sparse, soft pubic hair suggested she was only recently an adult (she probably only fully developed this year). Her pink vagina was closed in a thin line, with her clitoris faintly visible above. I was almost certain she was virgin.

I parted the slit with my left hand and gently rubbed my penis inside with my right. After trying, I still couldn't find it, so I used my left hand to gently pull apart her labia. She let out a soft "Ah!" I quickly asked, "Little sister, what's wrong?"

"It seems a little painful," she said, then added, "It's a little sore holding it like this."

"Yeah, that's what I wanted—a little sore and painful. You can hold your legs with your hands, it'll be over soon," I said dismissively.

I thought for a moment, then used my penis to gently push down from her clitoris along the slit, applying a little pressure. I felt a gap in front of me; I knew this was it. My experience tells me that the key to deflowering a virgin is speed. You absolutely cannot be hesitant or fussy, otherwise, once she feels the pain, you'll never be able to try again.

I used a little force to keep my penis pressed against the entrance, holding her waist with both hands, silently counting "one, two, three," and then quickly thrust my lower body forward with all my might. "Ahhhhh, it hurts!" she cried out, instinctively trying to back away, pushing me away with her hands and quickly squeezing her legs together. But by then I was already inside, fully inserted at most, but I hadn't expected her to be so strong, pushing me back a little. I used my hands to clamp her legs together, preventing her from retreating further, and forcefully pushed my penis all the way in.

After a short while, I felt her whole body trembling, goosebumps rising on her smooth skin—it was truly a strange experience. Amid her trembling, I resolutely parted her legs and, holding her waist again, began thrusting. Of course, at this moment, my voice was extremely gentle: "Little sister, don't be afraid, it won't hurt in a bit." But the thrusting below didn't slow down at all.

What I wanted was pleasure, and I vigorously rubbed her breasts with both hands. Looking at her face contorted in pain beneath me, the pleasure in my heart was indescribable. I could imagine her vagina slowly bleeding as my penis thrust in and out. At first, she bit her lips tightly, trying to control herself, but she couldn't hold back any longer. I didn't know if it was pain or pleasure, and finally cried out loudly: "Big brother~~~ it hurts~~~ be gentle~~ I've given you everything~~ go slower~~~ ah~~~ um." Suddenly, she bit my shoulder, and I yelled too. I couldn't hold back any longer and ejaculated all my bullets inside.

I had another comfortable and safe pastime.

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