Met the neighbor sister

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It was already past eight o'clock, and sunlight streamed through the window onto me. Although there was sunshine, it was winter, and there was still a lot of frost on the windows. I opened the window a crack and looked towards the balcony next door. As usual, the window facing my balcony was open, and she was standing there, staring indifferently at the cars below. She seemed unfazed by the cold, wearing only a yellow nightgown.

I stared at her intently. After a while, she rubbed her arms together and went back into her room. I immediately returned to my room and within five minutes completed a series of arduous tasks: getting dressed, washing my face, brushing my teeth, combing my hair, and making my bed. Then I went to the door and pressed my ear against it, listening for any sounds outside. When I heard the door close, I immediately pushed it open and came out.

"Good morning, Sister Zhao," I said, yawning, as if I had been working late into the night. Actually, I had gone to bed very late, but not for work; I had been online.

"Hehe, it's already past eight o'clock," she said with a smile. Looking at her smile, I felt like I had fallen into a hot spring, my whole body felt indescribably comfortable.

"Yeah, want to go get breakfast?" I asked.

"Hmm, have you eaten? If not, it's my treat," she said.

"Then I won't be polite," I said, secretly thrilled.

We chatted and laughed as we walked downstairs to the snack bar. After we finished eating, we both offered to pay, but I ended up paying first.

"You're paying again! Don't try to pay me next time, or I won't talk to you anymore," she said, pretending to be angry.

"Hehe, okay," I said with a smile.

My name is Hu Kai. After graduating from university, I felt that no job was interesting, so I wandered around for a while. Later, because I had some literary talent, I was spotted by a pirate bookseller, and thus began my career as an online writer. My daily work was to write at home and then send the finished product to the bookseller via email. Later, I expanded my business and took on orders from several booksellers, earning several thousand yuan a month, which was enough for me.

I currently live in my family's old house. My parents bought a house in another city because they do business there. This house was originally going to be sold, but we kept it after our neighbor moved in.

Her surname is Zhao, but I never knew her given name. Since we were neighbors, we interacted a bit. My impression of her was that she was very lively and cheerful. After a few meetings, we became familiar with each other, and because she was three years older than me, I considered her my older sister. However, after making inquiries, I later learned her true identity.

The house next door was bought by a well-known local entrepreneur, and she was his mistress. In the first few days, I often saw this so-called successful entrepreneur driving his Mercedes here, but later he came less and less often, at most twice a month, and now, six months later, he comes only once every two months.

For a time, I really disliked Sister Zhao. Most women who become mistresses are after money. Although love knows no age, I couldn't believe a woman like her would willingly live with a man old enough to be her father, who had body odor, might snore and grind his teeth at night, and whose first thing he did in the morning was fart. So I assumed she was after money too. But later, I noticed she often cried alone on the balcony. She was already very gentle-looking, and now, when she cried, she looked even more pitiful, completely opposite to her usual cheerful and lively image.

Eventually, I realized I had fallen for her, and after a few months of observation, I figured out her routine. She usually got up around 7:30 am, went back to take out the trash from the previous day, then went back to her room and opened the window facing my balcony to get some fresh air. She ate breakfast around 8:00 am, going out to eat. After breakfast, she tidied up her room, went for a walk, then came back to watch TV. She ate lunch by herself, then took a nap for about an hour. In the afternoon, she would get up to shower and then go online. Dinner was at 7 PM sharp. After dinner, she would go online until 9 PM, then watch TV for an hour before bed.

If her man came over, she would get up a little later in the morning and stand on the balcony to watch him leave. I learned this information through various methods. Her habits hadn't changed in over six months; because she was someone's mistress, she never worried about money.

"Where are you going now?" she asked after we left the snack shop.

"I'm going to the bank to withdraw my living expenses for this month. What about you?" I asked.

"I'm going home, of course, to tidy up my room," she said.

"Okay, goodbye then," I said, waving at her.

"Okay," she nodded, then turned and walked into the building.

I also turned and walked towards the street. Actually, I wasn't going to the bank at all, but to the bakery to pick up my custom-made cake, and also to the flower shop to buy a bouquet of roses. Because today was her birthday.

Knowing her birthday was purely by chance. We were eating together once, and her ID card fell out of her wallet when she paid the bill. I picked it up, quickly glanced at it, and jotted down her Gregorian calendar birthday. Later, during our conversation, I learned that she celebrates her birthday according to the lunar calendar. So, I looked up the perpetual calendar online and found out it was her birthday today, so I ordered a cake in advance. I guess her boyfriend came home last night because it was her birthday.

I took the cake and flowers home, then turned on my computer and wrote a novel based on yesterday's ideas—I didn't even pay attention to what I was writing about. My mind was completely preoccupied with her. I decided to go celebrate her birthday that night; given our relationship over this period, I figured I could at least have a dinner with her.

Night fell late, and I put on what I considered a presentable outfit, then, holding flowers in my left hand and a cake in my right, I went to her door.

"Ding-dong..." I rang the doorbell.

"Who is it?" she asked from inside.

"It's me, Sister Zhao," I replied, my heart pounding.

The door opened, and she stood in the doorway in her pajamas. "Xiao Kai? Is something wrong?"

"Happy birthday... Sis..." I said, handing her the flowers.

"Huh? How did you know it's my birthday?" she asked in surprise, taking the flowers with her.

"It's a secret," I said.

"Come in quickly..." she said, pulling me inside and closing the door.

I went to her living room and saw that the furnishings were simple. There was only a large bed and two single sofas in the living room. In the corner was a cabinet with a TV on it, next to which was a computer. Next to the computer was a vase with a bouquet of lilies. She took my flowers, took the lilies out of the vase and put them aside, then inserted red roses into the vase and smelled them.

"Xiao Kai, how did you know it's my birthday today?" she said, picking up a coat and putting it on.

"I saw it on your ID card the other day. You said you only celebrate your birthday according to the lunar calendar, so I thought it was today," I said.

"Thank you," she said. I noticed tears welling up in her eyes. "Oh, wait a minute, I'll go cook some vegetables. Let's eat here today." She then headed towards the kitchen.

"Sister, don't go to so much trouble," I said, though secretly hoping she'd cook more dishes.

The food was ready quickly. She moved the table to the living room and then brought over two chairs. I noticed a bottle of wine on the table; it had "Jin Mianzhu" written on it. All the dishes were served, and she sat down opposite me.

"Sister, don't go to so much trouble, just order whatever you like," I said.

"Hehe, how could I? I want to thank you for coming to celebrate my birthday." She opened the bottle, poured me a glass first, and then poured herself one.

The wine smelled delicious. I raised my glass, "Happy birthday, sis, bottoms up!" I said.

She raised her glass too, "Thank you."

We both drank the wine in our glasses.

"Cough...cough..." The wine smelled good, but it didn't taste right. I coughed a few times.

"Haha, Xiao Kai, you can't hold your liquor." She said, putting some food in my bowl.

Although I can't hold my liquor, I'm good at persuading people to drink. After all, I'm a writer, so I have some knowledge. I deliberately said a lot of funny things, and while she laughed, I took the opportunity to pour her more wine. They say people speak the truth when they're drunk, and I wanted to know how she felt about me. She really could hold her

liquor. Half a bottle of baijiu had already been downed, and she hadn't changed much, just her face was a little red, but that added a special kind of charm to her. I was already a little dizzy from the small glass of baijiu.

"Clatter!" Just as I was wondering what to do, her glass suddenly fell to the ground.

"Hahahaha... the glass broke..." she laughed, and I could tell she was drunk.

"Sis! Are you alright?" I asked.

"Hehe, you're so silly, sis..." she said, standing up and pulling a chair next to me. Before I could say anything, she grabbed my hand. "Xiao Kai... do you... do you have a girlfriend?" Her tongue was slurred. "Not yet... no

... no one likes me..." I said.

"Don't worry... Xiao Kai, you... you're handsome, you'll definitely find someone kind and beautiful."

"I... I want to find someone as beautiful as you, sis." I said.

"Hehe, you're so... good at talking. It's a pity... sis's fate is bad." She suddenly buried her face in my lap and started crying. It seems the power of alcohol is not to be underestimated; it can change a woman so easily.

"Sis... what's wrong?" I asked, stroking her smooth hair.

She cried for a while, then looked up and wiped her tears. "Sigh... what I hate most right now is this face. Let me tell you, Xiao Kai... I... I'm a concubine now, and... it's all because of this face."

She finished speaking and cried again, this time not on my legs, but on my shoulder.

Her breath was warm on my neck. I slowly raised my hand to hug her waist, but I was a little scared. Just as I hesitated, she suddenly reached out and grabbed my hand, pressing it to her waist, then wrapped her arms around my waist and continued sobbing on my shoulder.

"Sister, no matter what your face looks like, I'll still treat you the same as before," I said.

"What?" She immediately looked up at me after hearing my words, tears still glistening in her eyes.

"I said... I... I like you, sister," I said, mustering my courage.

She looked at my face. "What if I become an ugly monster?"

"I'll still like you," I said boldly.

"Thank you..." she said, tears streaming down her face again.

The saying goes, "Liquor emboldens a hero," and after a few drinks, I felt bolder. So, I slowly lifted her chin with my hand. Her tears streamed down her face, burning her red lips, making her look even more endearing. Her eyes were wide open, watching my every move.

By now, I wasn't afraid anymore, so I slowly lowered my head and kissed her lips—actually, it was just a light touch of my tongue. What happened next was something I hadn't expected. Just as my tongue was about to return to my mouth, her tongue followed suit, slipping into mine.

I was startled at first, but quickly calmed down. Our tongues intertwined and rubbed together vigorously, streams of saliva, carrying a hint of alcohol, flowing into my mouth.

Sister Zhao's hands patted my back, while my hands were properly around her waist.

Our lips sucked on each other for a while, then slowly separated. I used my tongue to lick away the strands of saliva connecting our lips.

Although it was just a kiss, my heart was pounding. Coupled with the alcohol I'd had, I felt like my body was about to explode, my face burning hot.

She stood up and slowly took off her top. Because the room was very warm, she was only wearing a thin sweater, which was easy to remove. Underneath, she wore a semi-transparent bra, through which I could clearly see her two grape-like nipples.

My lips went dry. She laughed and took my hand, placing it on her breasts. I could feel the warmth of her nipples. After a few gentle rubs, my penis gave a warning.

Before she could take off her pants, I pulled her onto me and forcefully ripped off her bra.

"Hehe, why are you in such a hurry?" she laughed, her voice returning to normal, though her breath still tasted strongly of alcohol.

I sucked on her full, round nipples, which felt like grapes taken from the refrigerator, cool and sweet. The more I sucked, the more delicious it became.

"Mmm..." She let out a moan that stirred my heart as I sucked on her vigorously. Her hand stroked my head like a mother caressing her child.

My tongue made full contact with her nipple, rubbing it countless times before I released it from my mouth, then buried my head between her full breasts, breathing in her scent. A woman's unique aroma, mixed with the smell of alcohol and a slight breath, wafted into my brain, and my desire almost consumed me.

Her hands stroked back and forth between my head and back, while my hand slipped inside her pants, exploring deeper and deeper until I encountered a patch of soft pubic hair.

"Mmm..." With a moan, she slowly parted her legs, allowing my fingers to penetrate even further.

The alcohol heated my body, including my fingers, so when I touched between her legs, I felt a pleasant coolness and a silky smoothness.

Two wet, slippery labia enveloped my fingers, the soft opening of her vagina constantly generating suction, drawing my fingers deep inside.

I couldn't withstand such stimulation any longer. I abruptly stood up, then picked her up and laid her down on the large bed in the living room.

As we lay on the bed together, she immediately began frantically tearing at my clothes, and soon we were naked. I pressed her beneath me, my tongue roaming over her body. At this moment, I felt my mind had become slightly more aroused.

When I came between her legs, I smelled a strong odor, which made me even more alert. I suddenly noticed some minced garlic on the table, and somehow I took some and smeared it on her vulva.

Watching the garlic drip from between her labia almost drove me mad. Then, I suddenly smelled a strange fragrance emanating from her vulva. How strange, how could the strong physiological smell from a moment ago have transformed into this exotic fragrance? I climbed between her legs, gently stirring my hand inside her vagina while inhaling the aroma.

At this moment, she turned around, opened her mouth and took my hard glans into her mouth, rubbing it with her incredibly cool tongue. The delicate and smooth feeling made me almost ejaculate in her mouth.

I held her head down with both hands, my hips swaying gently as my penis moved in and out of her rosy lips.

"Mmm...oh..." Her mouth was full of my penis, so she could only make sounds through her nose, but even these indistinct sounds made me unable to control my desire.

Her hands held my buttocks, her cheeks moving as she sometimes sucked hard and sometimes blew hard.

"Pop..." She spat out my penis and then gently stroked it with her left hand.

The flush on her face had faded considerably; she seemed to have regained consciousness.

Looking at her smiling face, I felt an indescribable joy.

At this moment, she suddenly grabbed a handful of minced garlic from the bowl on the table and smeared it on my penis; it felt cool and comfortable.

I pressed her down and spread her legs apart. My penis gently rubbed against her vulva, the garlic acting as a lubricant between us.

After rubbing for a moment, I inserted my penis into her vagina, the garlic on the glans also rushing in.

"Sizzle...sizzle..." My penis moved as smoothly as a fish in water once inside.

"Ah...ah...ah..." Her voice immediately grew louder.

To prevent others from hearing, I immediately leaned down and sealed her tongue with my lips. Her tongue immediately began to swirl in my mouth, and I greedily sucked on it. I really wanted to be with her like this forever.

Her legs were wrapped around my waist, rising and falling with my thrusts. My hands reached between our bodies, playing with her nipples that I had flattened.

My glans kept moving inside her vagina, breaking through layer after layer of resistance only to be surrounded by more tender flesh.

I had only been thrusting on her for a short while when I felt waves of weariness, and she felt the same way. Just now she had been trying her best to cooperate with me, but now she was only cooperating with her voice. I decided to speed things up, so I thrust even harder.

With this thought in mind, my body moved in unison, and my penis thrust even more intensely.

Under my powerful onslaught, she couldn't take it anymore. After a few contractions, her vagina stopped moving, and after a few more vigorous thrusts, I ejaculated my passionate semen into her vagina.

After ejaculating, I rolled off her and lay on her lap, stroking her now-smudged genitals. Our mixed fluids, tinged with garlic paste, flowed from her vagina.

Only then did I truly feel the effects of the alcohol; I hadn't even had time to experience the passion before falling asleep.

The next morning, when I opened my eyes, I saw her hairy genitals and two tender labia covered in garlic paste. I felt a wetness on my penis; she was cleaning the head of my penis with her tongue.

Breathing in her warm, fragrant scent, my penis aroused again. I abruptly rolled over, pinning her beneath me, and thrust into her vagina before she could say a word.

After a passionate encounter, she lay in my arms, her hand touching my nipple.

"Xiao Kai, if I become ugly one day, will you still love me?" she asked, still asking similar questions.

"Yes, sister," I said, kissing her forehead.

I stayed at her house for a while before returning home. As soon as I got inside, I lay down on the bed. Everything that had happened yesterday was still replaying in my mind, but now I was also worried about what she would do next. Would she continue with that man, or something else?

That night, when I went to her house again, she was gone. I didn't know where she had gone. This was expected. Were we really from two different worlds?

Back home, I continued writing my article.

She wasn't by my side, but life had to go on. More than ten days passed like this until she reappeared before me. But she was different now. Her clothes hadn't changed, but her face had. A long, large scar now marred her fair face, stretching from under her eye to the corner of her mouth.

"Why is this?" I asked her, nestled in my arms.

"I wanted to leave him, it's that simple," she said, looking into my eyes.

"Then why did you choose this method?" I asked.

"He liked pretty faces, and my family owed him a lot of money, but now everything's paid off. It's that simple," she said casually, as if she were telling someone else's story.

"Then...then what about him now...?" I asked.

"I have nothing to do with her anymore, so will you take care of me in the future?" she asked, touching my face.

"Of course I will," I said casually as well.

She smiled, a radiant smile.

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