My girlfriend is asleep, I'm secretly touching her sister.

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My relationship with my girlfriend began when she asked me for help. Over time, I found her to be hardworking, kind, and quite pretty—the kind of woman who loved life. We started dating.

One day, I went to her place and suddenly found a girl, taller and with fair skin than my girlfriend, sitting quietly on her bed. She seemed a little flustered by my arrival. I casually called out my girlfriend's name: "Ah Ling."

"My sister isn't here; she went to the market to buy groceries," she said, standing up.

"Oh, hey…please sit down!" I said, casually leaning back on the bed while looking her over.

"You—you're her sister?" I asked, still incredulous. Her delicate fragrance made me speechless.

"Yes, I'm here for a few days." Seeing me staring at her, her face flushed red, and she asked, flustered, "You're my sister's boyfriend, right?"

"Yeah! We're good friends! Nothing much, just visiting for a bit." I couldn't help but move closer to her.

She had thick eyebrows and large eyes, her medium-length, layered hair cascading over her shoulders, exuding a captivating fragrance. Her breasts were high and firm, subtly bouncing as if yearning to break free from the constraints of her black lace bra.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" she said, lowering her head. Her lips were full and red, and a lively, nimble tongue darted between her white teeth, tempting one to restrain its movement with their own.

"..."

"Do you know how to play? I'll teach you."

I figured even if she'd never played before, she'd enjoy it. I turned on the computer and beckoned her over.

"Okay...okay...okay!"

she exclaimed, skipping and dancing as she sat down beside me like a little swallow.

I stood behind her, explaining aimlessly, my eyes drifting down from her shoulders. Her low-cut, sheer pink top could barely contain her playful breasts; from above, they were almost completely exposed—a clear cleavage, hazy areolas, only the tiny, bean-sized nipples somewhat disproportionate to her high, firm breasts. I instinctively lowered my head further, the gentle fragrance of her body drawing me to place my hand in her smooth skin. "Let me teach you!"

"Hehe...hehe...this is so much fun!"

she exclaimed happily, glancing up at me every now and then with a joyful smile, her clear, bright eyes reflecting such sweetness and innocence.

"How old are you?" I whispered in her ear, placing my other hand on her shoulder.

I felt her body tremble; her face and ears flushed crimson.

"I'm 18..." She shyly brushed my hand off her shoulder, turned back and smiled sweetly at me...

"Your sister's here, how are you going to rest tonight...?" I put my arm around Ling's waist, my eyes fixed on the little sister sitting on the edge of the bed.

The little sister looked up at me, saw me staring at her, and lowered her head shyly.

"My sister's still young, she can sleep with us." My girlfriend pushed me away forcefully and went to tidy up the mess on the bed.

"A 1.5-meter bed and you're worried about it being too cramped? Couples sleep on a 1-meter bed and still have to leave half of it open," "

Ha...ha..." I clapped my hands and laughed loudly. Ling realized she had said something wrong and quickly covered my mouth with one hand to stop me from laughing, while hitting me repeatedly with the other.

"Okay...okay, whatever you arrange, I'll do as you say," I was so excited I almost fainted, and unable to contain my joy, I kissed Ling's ear.

"Don't do that, my sister's here,"

I glanced at my sister, who was covering her mouth and giggling. I winked at her: "What are you laughing at? You'll get what's coming to you tonight," I muttered to myself...

Ling lay beside me, and my younger sister lay beside Ling. Time passed by, but I tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep. The ticking of the clock on the table grew clearer. My girlfriend, lying in my arms , was clearly fast asleep.

I pulled my hand away and let my girlfriend lie under my arm. Naturally, my fingers brushed against my younger sister's soft silk. I casually stroked it a few times, and she stirred slightly, readjusting her sleeping position. This slight movement allowed my hand to touch her cheek.

"Is she still awake?"... I began to feel my heart racing. The clear... voice, mixed with excitement and nervousness, made my hand tremble slightly.

I boldly stroked her cheek, feeling her rapid breathing. Her full lips trembled slightly, and she gently covered her mouth to wipe away saliva. Her hot lips were already starting to crack. I knew she wasn't asleep yet…

In the dim light of the bedside lamp, I saw her eyes closed, her long eyelashes fluttering gently, tiny beads of sweat glistening on her small nose. Her sensual lips opened and closed under my touch, and a blush rose on her smooth, hot face.

Through her thin, white camisole nightgown, I could vaguely see her two mysterious little nipples, and her clear cleavage was like a deep, deep valley between two mountain peaks…

Her flat stomach rose and fell irregularly, and I could imagine her heart rate accelerating, her blood boiling.

She was already burning with an inexplicable fire. Her fragrant hair was scattered on the bed, and her curled-up legs were tightly crossed, as if resisting some force, or perhaps reveling in the sweet moisture of a long-awaited rain.

Her tall figure, the short and ill-fitting pajamas, and her constant writhing on the bed—her buttocks were almost completely exposed. Following the inner thighs, one could see black lace panties. The materials used in those panties had been meticulously calculated by unscrupulous merchants; the poor little panties were barely able to fulfill their intended purpose. Her plump inner thighs were sexy and alluring, seemingly untouchable yet so close.

Looking at her as a whole, it resembled a continuous mountain range, with peaks and valleys rising and falling, or a vibrant and ever-changing Viennese sculpture.

I didn't want her to pretend to be asleep while accepting my caresses, so I pinched her soft little face hard. She let out a soft moan, "Mmm..."

She opened her almond-shaped eyes and glared at me, then pinched my arm hard. It hurt, but it excited me, because that pinch told me she wasn't asleep and accepted my caresses...

I know my girlfriend well; she's a workaholic but also very conscious of her health. She goes to bed before 10 pm every night and gets into bed quickly. She seemed happy about my visit and drank quite a bit, so she was sound asleep. I knew she was sleeping very well, which emboldened me.

I shifted my sleeping position and unconsciously brought my hand to my nose to smell it. The intoxicating scent of her youthful body lingered on her fingers, making me feel intoxicated and excited, my whole body hot, and a strange discomfort in my groin—a mixture of emptiness and unbearable urge, as if a powerful force was about to erupt. This forced me to squeeze my legs together and curl up...

But in my mind, there was already an extreme space for imagination, and it was this imagination that prompted me to reach out my hand again and gently place it on her soft breasts. She trembled all over, grabbed my hand tightly, and kept trembling. Her hand did not stop me from touching her, but was at a loss, afraid that I would continue to caress her, yet unwilling to push me away, and even not wanting me to leave, sliding up and down along my hand...

I heard her breathing quicken and become rapid, accompanied by soft moans and the sounds of her body writhing on the bed. My hands gently caressed her soft breasts, and her body responded to my movements, moving up and down. From her shoulders to her cleavage, to her nipples, to her armpits, to her lower abdomen, to her waist, every part of her skin was supple and full, incredibly dynamic and elastic. She kept changing positions, and even when lying on her back, her breasts remained high and firm. I gently pinched her nipple, which was the size of a mung bean, and she suddenly convulsed as if electrocuted, her fingernails almost digging into my hand. She closed her eyes tightly…

“Mmm… ah… mmm… ah… ouch… ya…” In a short while, her nipple became as red as a date…

My body and hers were almost entirely pressed against my girlfriend’s body. Afraid of waking my girlfriend from breathing difficulties, I sat up and tiptoed to the other side of the bed, crouching down around my younger sister's waist. She was a little afraid her older sister would wake up and see everything between us, so she pushed me away, signaling me to go back to sleep. I immediately kissed her. At first, she tried to turn her head to the other side, but my tongue was already deeply inside her mouth, preventing her from turning away. She only lightly punched my back, then simply hugged my waist, gently licking my strong, long tongue with the tip of her tongue. My feet were on the ground, my upper body pressed against her chest, my bare chest rubbing against her breasts. Only a thin, warm, soft nightgown separated our skin. I greedily sucked on her fragrant tongue, her red lips, her earlobes, and her neck. She also actively stroked my head and shoulders. She was excited, but also afraid that her moans would wake her older sister, so she bit my arm.

My hands roamed over her waist, her super-short nightgown already lifted to her chest, her firm breasts obscuring the fabric, revealing only most of them. I used my tongue to forcefully push up the nightgown, finally sucking her red nipple into my mouth, gently biting it as I did so. Her hands were wrapped tightly around my neck, her legs pressed together…

Although I was excited, I was experienced, quite skilled in this area, especially in illicit affairs. I would sometimes lightly lick her nipples, sometimes suckle her areolas with my lips, and sometimes forcefully squeeze her breasts with my chin and nose. My hands had unconsciously… I slipped my hand down to her lower abdomen, and used my little finger to slide along the elastic band of her panties, from her buttocks to her waist and then to her lower abdomen. She bit me hard, her arms tightly wrapped around my neck, trying to keep quiet, but I could still hear her panting and moans of pleasure mixed with pain. I moved my hand to her legs and began to caress her snow-white thighs, which moved smoothly and constantly to match my caresses…

Sliding upwards along her thighs, I felt the warmth, softness, and dampness of her inner thighs. I slowly moved my hand upwards, my thumb already touching her panties, and her whole body trembled. She tried to use one of her hands to pull my sliding hand away, but she was too weak, and her limp hand scratched and hit the back of my hand haphazardly.

Ignoring her attempts to stop me and her tightly closed legs, I continued my seemingly forceful yet gentle caresses. Knowing resistance was futile, she wrapped her arms around my neck again, as if only then could she find her balance. I forcefully pried open her tightly closed legs and gently touched her narrow panties. The damp panties clung tightly to her vulva. I used my index finger to lift the crotch of her panties and then released them; the lace panties immediately clung back to their original shape. I caressed the edges of her panties, my tongue already subtly moving to her lower abdomen, then slowly licking towards her genitals…

She could no longer reach my neck, so she grabbed the pillow beside her and hugged it tightly to her chest. She could no longer bite my arm, so she bit her lower lip…

My lips moved to the inside of her thighs, my tongue encountering the black panties, and at the same time, I smelled a scent—not floral. It was more beautiful and alluring than the fragrance of flowers. I began to lose my mind and became somewhat crazy...

I bit her panties and pulled them to one side, revealing her delicate labia to me. Her white labia, covered in wetness, glistened in the dim light. Her sparse, curly, soft pubic hair drooped at the edge of the small slit due to the moisture. Although her labia were pressed tightly together, they still couldn't contain the glistening vaginal fluid slowly flowing out from below... I tried to use the tip of my tongue to flick upwards along the slit from the source of the fluid.

"Mmm... Ah..." she cried out. She didn't want her sister to wake up and disturb this beautiful moment. She also knew that she couldn't control herself, so she quickly brought the pillow to her mouth, biting the pillowcase tightly and burying her face in it, trying to hold her breath. The large bed was shaken by her moving body, and her legs had unknowingly spread wide open.

I ignored her moans, using my nose to pry open the small gap and sway back and forth, while my tongue gently teased below. One hand pulled down her panties, while the other kneaded her breasts…

“…Mmm…mmm…moans occasionally escaped from the pillowcase…ah…”

Hearing her moans, I felt a surge of desire. The rush of blood to my lower abdomen made my penis throb slightly. My tight panties couldn't contain it; it peeked out from the side, standing proudly between my legs…I wanted to put it back in, but I noticed a few glistening drops of fluid on the egg-sized glans…

This wasn't like me; normally I wouldn't be so aroused. It was the intense, alluring scent of her private parts, and also the incredibly tender, half-open, half-closed, budding vulva… The effects...

I had no time to notice the changes in her genitals. With my fingers, which were still holding her panties, I gently parted her labia. I saw her bright red labia minora shyly hiding inside, and the flowing vaginal fluid seemed to originate from them. Above them stood her tender clitoris, like a small flower stamen. I took it into my mouth and sucked on it. She used her legs to clamp my head, signaling me not to be too rough. I licked her gently, and her legs slowly and boldly opened. With soft moans, she began to rhythmically move up and down in sync with my kisses...

My tongue seemed to have a special ability bestowed by heaven, capable of alternating between soft and hard, ever-changing in countless ways.

Following the flow of water, I tried to find the opening, but all I saw was water, no entrance. I tentatively pressed my tongue against the water, and she suddenly contracted her hips, grabbed my head, and began stroking it. I slowly pushed in again, inching my way in. I felt my broad tongue being squeezed very narrowly, and it hurt a little. She reached out and cupped my cheeks, pulling them upwards. I knew she was indicating she needed something more reassuring. Gazing at her moist vulva, I reluctantly raised my head… At that moment, my penis felt like it was about to burst, the

entire glans glistening. This was probably my most satisfying part. A man's genitals can be categorized by their dimensions into three types: spindle-shaped, cone-shaped, and hammer-shaped. A

spindle-shaped penis is pointed at the head, thin at the base, and thick in the middle. Its advantage is that it's easy to penetrate without damaging the vaginal opening. A cone-shaped penis is pointed at the head, thick at the base, and of moderate length.

Its advantage is that it's easy to penetrate, but its disadvantage is that it can damage the vaginal opening more easily.

My penis is hammer-shaped, with a large head and a thin base. It's difficult to penetrate, especially a virgin. Once inside, it provides an absolute feeling of fullness, and the movements bring an unparalleled, blissful pleasure. It also doesn't damage the vaginal opening, allowing the woman to enjoy intercourse without interruption while permanently maintaining a virgin-like opening. Long-term affairs with this type of woman are less likely to be detected by the husband. I knew my sister-in-law was a virgin, and I was her first

hurdle. Fortunately, I'm not an apprentice; I have in-depth knowledge of sex and love. I lifted my sister-in-law's legs and placed them on my shoulders, then sat down on the edge of the bed, just enough to keep my already erect penis level with her small opening. Proud of my performance, I pulled her hand over to touch my penis. She obediently reached out, but when she touched my genitals, she was startled, opened her closed eyes, slightly raised her head to look at the "monster" in her hand, and then looked at me with worried eyes.

"Why is it so big? Can it even fit?" I knew what was on her mind, so I gently patted her cheek, gesturing for her to close her eyes.

I lowered my head and whispered in her ear, "It's okay, I won't hurt you..."

“…I’m scared…don’t go in…I don’t want you to go in…”

“Okay…okay…okay, I won’t go in, you’re so beautiful, I love you so much…you’re so gorgeous…” I didn’t dare to say it loudly, I whispered in her ear, my voice trembling with excitement.

I squeezed my large glans into her tightly closed labia majora, sliding it up and down. The small slit was stretched open, revealing the clitoris, but it seemed much larger than before.

I rubbed my clitoris up and down and side to side with one hand, while the other hand continued to caress her lower abdomen and breasts. She closed her eyes again, hugged the pillow with both hands, biting the corner of the pillow with her lips, and her head swayed from side to side.

I occasionally let the glans bump and touch her clitoris, and she made different sounds at the same time.

“…Hmm…Ah…”

Slowly, I moved my large glans to the spot where her vagina was flowing, using the outflowing fluid to sway her clitoris. Soon, her glans was covered in a glistening, slippery secretion. I thought the time was right, so I tentatively pushed against the opening, but didn't penetrate. She cried out and pulled her hips back a bit.

“Does it hurt?” I asked in her ear. “Yes…a little…” she answered breathlessly. “Just a little, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you too much,”…

She nodded and gave me a shy smile. Now my target was the opening. I kept thrusting to get her used to my rhythm. Sure enough, she seemed to relax a lot and kept thrusting back and forth with me. I knew she was experiencing a pleasure she had never felt before from the thrusting. We were in perfect sync…

Watching her flow more and more, I suddenly thrust my hips forward sharply…

"...Ouch...ah...ah...ah..."

Her continuous screams and struggles terrified me. My girlfriend, Ling, was lying next to me. If she woke up and saw us like this, I really didn't know how to handle it. I reached out and covered her lips, but "...mmm...

mmm..." sounds still came out...

She pushed hard against my groin with both hands, trying to escape the tearing pain. I looked down; my huge glans had already entered her small opening, now stuck in the groove between the glans and the shaft, a bit stuck, and I was also in slight pain myself...

Her labia majora had been squeezed to one side, piled up very high, and the small slit had been torn open, revealing fresh... Her bright red clitoris and labia minora had traces of blood on my clitoris. I felt a pang of heartache for her, but I really didn't want our newly established little achievement to be ruined like this. Every girl is like this the first time; it will get better soon. I comforted myself, trying to protect her from being separated by her movements…

I held her shoulders with both hands to limit her room to pull back, but I didn't dare to go any further. I lowered my head and whispered in her ear, "Keep it down…keep it down…do you want your sister to wake up?"

My words reminded her, and she endured the pain without making a sound, but tears were already streaming from the corners of her eyes. She said angrily, "...You said it wouldn't hurt…"

"At…at the beginning…it did hurt a little…" I was a little nervous and agitated.

"As long as you don't move…it won't hurt so much…really…trust me…" I said, taking out one hand to wipe away her tears.

"I don't believe you anymore…I don't believe you anymore…you said you wouldn't go in…and then you went in…you lied…"

Her movements gradually decreased, and I slowly released her shoulders.

“Just like that… I won’t move… and you shouldn’t move either, okay…” I tried to persuade her, staring at her intently.

She looked at me, without saying a word.

Her disheveled hair, dry lips, tearful eyes, rosy cheeks, rapid breathing, voluptuous figure, and fair skin… everything about her captivated me.

“Okay…” I lowered my head even further and whispered in her ear.

“…” She seemed to want to say something, but didn’t, only nodding at me and giving me a tearful smile…

I was so happy and excited, I moistened her dry lips with my mouth, sucked away her tears, and kissed her cheeks passionately.

"Does it still hurt..." I whispered. She smiled and shook her head.

I knew my penis was large at the head and small at the base; going in again would only make her feel a little uncomfortable, not too painful. But if I withdrew, it would only cause her pain again. I gently wiggled my hips, wanting to see her expression. I saw the corners of her mouth slightly turn up, and one eye twitched.

I understood she was trying hard not to let me know how much pain she was in; she was enduring it. I touched her hair and gave her a knowing smile. She reached out and pinched my cheek, then wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, burying her head in my chest.

My attention was entirely on my penis. I... I consciously pulled out a little, then pushed in a little more.

She seemed to become very brave, actively cooperating with my thrusts. This went on almost twenty times. Her cries of pain were no longer soft, but gentle: "...hum...ah...ah...hum..."

Looking at my penis, I realized it was already more than halfway in. I felt how warm it was inside her, like something was gripping my penis and wriggling, giving me a strange pleasure. I passionately pulled her waist up and thrust my hips down hard, inserting my entire ten-centimeter-long penis to the root. She bit my shoulder, "...ah..."

She moved her hands to my waist and hugged me tightly, not letting me move.

I whispered, "Does it still hurt..." "

A little..." "It's okay..." "I can bear it, you have to be gentle..."

"You're holding my waist, I can't even move a little...can you let go of me when it doesn't hurt anymore?" She

buried her head in my chest and nodded.

I didn't move...

but she stroked my back, head, and buttocks with her hands, and I felt the warmth and movement of her lower body...

After a while, she moved her hand to my abdomen, pushed upwards slightly, and whispered, "Move a little...try...

see..."

"...Okay..."

I lifted my buttocks slightly, then lowered them again, and asked, "...How is it..." "Does it hurt..." "

...Oh...it seems...it doesn't hurt anymore...really...it doesn't hurt anymore..."

She smiled, a little surprised and puzzled, as she spoke to me.

"...Why...why did it hurt before...but now that you're all...inside...it doesn't hurt anymore...?"

I was momentarily speechless, unsure how to answer. "...Oh...this...this...that's how it was supposed to be arranged, right..." "

In a little while, not only will it not hurt...you'll feel really good!..." "

...Who arranged this..."

"...God..." I made up a story. "...You're lying to me..." She pinched my butt. "...Fine...you dare pinch me...you'll regret it..." "Then I'll show you..."

I raised my hips, and my penis slid out, leaving only the head inside. Then, with a sudden thrust, it went all the way back in.

"...Ah...I'm starting to feel good...ouch...it's feeling good...it doesn't hurt anymore..."

she hummed softly, pushing and pulling my lower back with her hands. "Oh...it feels so good...brother...you're so good...um...

" "...God...so good...um..."

I heard her beautiful moans, and I felt a sense of accomplishment, a sense of conquest. I thrust harder and harder, and several times, because the amplitude of the thrusts was too great, my entire penis slipped out. But due to inertia, the lubrication of her vaginal fluid, and the hardness of my penis, combined with our rhythmic and tacit cooperation, it wasn't as difficult as the first time I entered; instead, it slid in easily.

Her delicate vulva was already slightly swollen and red, while my penis, like a compressed substance that had been soaked, became abnormally large, its entire shaft covered with bulging veins, swollen to the point of being somewhat painful. Her vaginal fluid washed away traces of blood. At some point, one of her hands was pulling her panties to one side, so that my penis could enter smoothly and without obstruction.

I pulled my penis out and pressed it against her small slit.

“…Don’t pull out…don’t…I want…”

“Use force…you have to use force…okay…no…okay…”

“…Hurry…in…hurry…”

I ignored her, and used my hand to tap her abdomen and inner thighs with my penis.

She panicked, grabbed my penis, and pulled it towards her vaginal opening. Taking advantage of her inattention, I thrust hard, and my penis went in completely. My crotch hit her vulva, making a “smack” sound, and her whole body slid towards the headboard.

She didn’t dare to scream too loudly, and could only hum “…um…um…”.

“…If I do this with you…will…I…get…baby…will I get pregnant…?” She looked at me with some fear and asked: “…

Do you…want…to have a baby…?” I continued to thrust. I laughed and asked her, "...I don't dare...I'm scared..."

She winked at me, "...If you want one...I'll let you have one...ha..." "If you don't want a baby...I won't let you...have one...so what..."

"...I...I don't know..."

She pouted at me, her hands constantly stroking my hair. Moans escaped her nose, "...Ah...um..."

"...I won't let you have one today...I'll let you have one next time...okay..."

"Mmm." "Then you have to...harder...it's so itchy down there...harder...it feels so good..." "I want you...to keep thrusting into me...to keep thrusting, every day...oh...good...so good...harder...oh...I'm going to die...it feels so good...how can you...be

so...powerful...make me feel so...good...oh...I don't want anything else...I only want you...I want you...to be me...to be my...husband...oh,...

my sister-in-law's juices are flowing more and more, they've already soaked her panties, and they've also soaked my panties that were pulled to the side. Because of the force and the amount of water, every thrust..." She made "gurgling...gurgling...gurgling" sounds.

Her vagina was so big, the intense friction made my lower body feel sore, numb, and itchy, a feeling of helplessness. The up-and-down movements of my whole body felt like it wasn't me exerting force anymore. Tiny beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, while my whole body was covered in sweat from the intense exercise.

After a series of thrusts, I suddenly felt her vagina putting pressure on me, as if she was constantly contracting her vagina, or as if she was constantly sucking on my clitoris with her vagina, making my whole body feel like it was being electrocuted.

“…Ah…ah…” I cried out. As if an inexhaustible force was about to burst forth, I thrust wildly, increasing the amplitude and speed of my movements.

“…Ouch…ouch…ah…” she cried out repeatedly. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around my neck, lifting her head, biting her lower lip and trembling, raising her legs and placing them on my back; her entire body was almost pressed against me.

“…Ouch…ouch…” she screamed, “Husband…I can’t take it…I’m going to die…I love you so much…

I…can’t…can’t…I’m going…I’m going…I’m going…ouch…”

My mind went blank; all I could feel was the overwhelming torrent sweeping us away. I held her tightly as we drifted, wave after wave…

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