My sister's best friend

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In 2000, I took leave from the government agency where I had worked for two years, leaving behind an environment that had almost suffocated me. With my sister's help, I found a job at her friend's company. Actually, my family all thought I wouldn't be able to stand the work environment of a private company and wouldn't last long, especially my sister. However, to my sister's surprise, I stayed there for three whole years, and even more unexpectedly, I developed a deeply impactful relationship with this friend of hers.

My sister told me she was divorced and had dated several men, but all relationships ended in failure; she was even scammed out of money, so she was disheartened and didn't plan to date again. But her business was booming, and now she's the wealthiest among my sister's classmates—a real rich woman.

Before meeting her, I was quite worried about working for someone like her, because in my mind, single, wealthy women were all eccentric and difficult to get along with. But after spending time with her, I found she was actually a very nice person; all the employees at the company affectionately called her Sister Wang. She was in her early thirties, with a fair, wrinkle-free face, a full figure, and a great sense of style. She was decisive and efficient at work, a truly charming woman.

Wanting to escape the constraints of my family, I decided to rent an apartment. With my sister's help, I moved into Sister Wang's suite on the second floor of the company building—Sister Wang's bedroom, though she had never actually lived there! This was a small company that combined kitchenware distribution and kitchen design and renovation. The

company was still expanding, with about twenty employees, mostly women. Because of its expansion, management and daily operations were rather chaotic. When I first joined, I didn't have any substantial work; I often filled in. However, because I cherished the opportunity to work independently, I put in a lot of effort, often finding my own work, and never complaining about salary. (My family is well-off; I receive 70% of my salary, so I'm not short of money.) Sister Wang was a meticulous person; she silently observed everything I did, and she seemed to have noticed some of my opinions about the company's management and daily operations.

One day after working overtime, Sister Wang took everyone out to dinner. After dinner, instead of going home as usual, she drove me back to the company. Once there, she had a long talk with me. I mustered my courage and shared my thoughts and ideas with her, and she listened attentively. Finally, she said, "Okay, that's enough for today. It's late, you should rest." The next day, Sister Wang held my first company-wide meeting, and surprisingly, she announced that I would be the company manager, responsible for the company's daily operations. The following days were the most successful period of my life; everything went smoothly. Because of the clear system of rewards and punishments, the employees were highly motivated, and Sister Wang's excellent interpersonal skills brought the company a steady stream of revenue. Sister Wang also trusted me more and more; even when I occasionally made mistakes, I received her tolerance and encouragement.

The following spring, the company received a large project: assembling and designing kitchen appliances for the first phase of the municipal tax system's staff housing project. This was a very profitable project, so I paid close attention to it after construction began, visiting the construction site almost every day to ensure quality. During that time, I often went to the construction site in the afternoon and didn't return to the company until evening. Sister Wang would often drive to pick me up from the construction site, often buying me clothes and taking me out to eat. At that time, I didn't think about anything else, until the night after the first phase of the project was completed and we treated the tax bureau leaders to dinner, everything changed! Because there were still the second and third phases of the project with equally considerable profits, it was inevitable to treat those old men at the tax bureau to meals and drinks and give them red envelopes. That night, I witnessed Sister Wang's drinking capacity for the first time, and I also drank a lot of alcohol for someone else for the first time. It was the first time I had seen a woman drink so much for a living, and also had to deal with many lecherous men's lewd remarks and "groping hands." I suddenly didn't know where I got the courage, so I took Sister Wang's glass and drank a lot for her. After dinner, Sister Wang was already drunk, but she still forced herself to stay with me until we got a hotel room and called prostitutes for those leaders before leaving the hotel.

Sitting in the car, she couldn't move anymore. She handed me the car keys and said, "Can you drive?" and then she didn't say anything more. Having just gotten my driver's license not long ago, I actually drove her all the way home that night. Once we got home, she started vomiting nonstop. I'd barely finished cleaning up when she vomited again, and it wasn't until dawn that she finally calmed down! I don't know when, but I'd also fallen asleep on the edge of the bed. When I woke up, it was already 3 PM. Luckily, it was the weekend, so I didn't have to work.

After waking up, I looked around and realized I was at Sister Wang's house. My head was throbbing. Just then, Sister Wang came out of the kitchen in her pajamas and said to me, "I was going to have you sleep on the bed, but you were sleeping so soundly, so I didn't wake you. Go take a shower and change into the new clothes I bought you." After I showered and changed, I came out to find food already laid out on the table. She sat down and beckoned me to come over. Her cooking was really good; every dish was delicious. Perhaps I was really hungry, because I started eating. A long time later, I realized she hadn't eaten; she was just staring at me, her eyes filled with tears. I asked her, "Sister, what's wrong?" She didn't answer; tears were already streaming down her face. I reached out to hold her hand to comfort her, but she gripped it tightly.

Suddenly, I felt like a grown man again. I got up, went over, and hugged her, letting her lean against me. She suddenly turned and hugged me, bursting into tears. Her trembling body aroused my tenderness and ignited the fire within me. I lowered my head to kiss her, and her lips met mine quickly and precisely, her soft tongue following suit. Sucking on her slightly sweet tongue, smelling the Lanc?me perfume, my desire was gradually aroused. I picked her up; she was a little heavy, but that only fueled my latent desire to conquer.

I placed her on the large bed, tore open her nightgown, and revealed her breasts. They were breasts that no man could resist—full, white, and firm. I impulsively lowered my head and sucked on her nipples, and she moaned as she began to undress me. My lips slowly moved down her chest, tracing every inch of her skin, and she was completely aroused. When I kissed her clitoris through her thick pubic hair, her body trembled, her hands running through my hair, and she began to moan loudly. My tongue repeatedly brushed against her clitoris, bringing her to the peak, and she moaned as she tightly clamped her legs around my head, her vagina throbbing intensely and persistently. When I kissed her breasts for the second time, she began to grasp my penis, guiding me into her. She wasn't my first woman, but she was the one who gave me the most passion. As I entered her vagina, she trembled again; her vagina was already a wet, warm embrace. With each powerful thrust, she almost screamed, I felt her vaginal fluid gushing out, I heard the impact and the "sizzling" sound, and with a heavy groan from her throat, she climaxed again.

That afternoon, we changed positions countless times, and each time I brought her and me to ecstasy. As evening fell, we lay on the large bed on the thirteenth floor of her house. The setting sun cast a golden glow on her fair and full body, and she slept soundly in my arms like a child. Looking at her beautiful face, I kissed her tenderly. When I woke up again, the moonlight filled the room. She was still fast asleep, a smile on her face.

Looking at this beautiful and capable woman, I couldn't imagine what kind of life she had lived. I only knew that she had a fragile heart, like all women, yearning for tender care. If she gave me a chance, I would do my best to take care of her. But at this moment, I wasn't even sure if she was truly interested in me, or if it was just another one of the many sexual experiences this rich woman had. I was lost in my own thoughts.

Although it was spring, the nights were still quite chilly, and the heating wasn't as strong as in winter. We were both naked and a little cold. She seemed cold too, curling up closer to me. I reached out and hugged her. She woke up! She looked at me with sleepy eyes, smiling, her rosy face like that of a shy little girl. Her hand stroked my chest, she didn't look at me, and whispered, "You're amazing!" That night we talked a lot, about my ex-girlfriends, her unhappy marriage, her lovely daughter living with her parents, and the hardships of living alone. She cried, saying she could see that I stood up for her among my employees, that I often covered for her, and that I took care of her during social events. She said she liked my sunny and sincere nature, and she liked my tall and handsome appearance, but she was divorced and had a daughter, and she cried even harder. I hugged her and told her I would take care of her for the rest of my life. She looked at me and said, "Really?" I nodded, and she hugged me again, saying, "Never leave me!"

Another passionate kiss, caresses, and the ensuing passion. My body was exhausted, yet a hidden urge still stirred within me. She leaned down, her long hair falling on me, tickling me comfortably. She kissed her way down my chest, gently taking me into her mouth. Her tongue was warm and smooth, and my desire was growing stronger. Her nimble tongue glided across my penis, like a cool breeze on a sweltering midnight. Each time her tongue brushed against the grooves of my penis, it felt like an electric shock. (This was my first time experiencing oral sex. Although I had given my girlfriend oral sex, I had never let her do it to me before, because she was a virgin when we got together and wasn't very receptive to it at first. I didn't want to force it, afraid of ruining the atmosphere.) Just as I was about to ejaculate, I cupped her face and said I wanted to enter her. She smiled and lay down shyly as before.

We were together again, just as intense as ever. The room was filled with moans, gasps, and the smell of secretions. I turned her over and entered her from behind. I liked this most primal way; it allowed me to go deeper. The moment I slid in, she groaned loudly. I thrust forward forcefully, feeling as if my penis had hit something; she almost screamed. Fine beads of sweat covered her body. During the intense thrusting, her vagina contracted rhythmically and strongly, and she squirted—another perfect orgasm had arrived.

I lay panting on her back, feeling as if I had fallen from a great height, my body weightless. When I came to my senses, I suddenly remembered to ask her if it was safe. She laughed, pinched my nose, and said, "You only think of that now? Isn't it a little late?" I quickly got up, grabbed my clothes, and prepared to go out to buy emergency contraception, but she stopped me, saying it was definitely a safe period, then chuckled mischievously, clearly pleased with herself for successfully teasing me—just like a little child. In the days that followed, she always switched roles between mother, daughter, and lover, giving me endless joy and happiness. Those were, to this day, perhaps the happiest days of my life! Another orgasm brought us a sweet sleep; we slept in each other's arms, without a single dream.

The next day was a sunny Sunday. Since the second and third phases of the tax bureau's project were a sure thing, and more importantly, it was our first Sunday together, she suggested we go for a spring outing. I was tired, but I listened to her anyway; perhaps it was my inner chauvinism, believing that women should be pampered. She drove her white Citro?n Fukang, and we drove in the spring sunshine, our spirits soaring, singing all the way. We arrived at a small hill in the suburbs. The shady slopes still had some snow, but the sunny slopes were already covered with colorful wildflowers. We walked on the hillside, the sun warming us. She wore casual sportswear, a little loose, but you could still see her great figure. She was like a little girl, singing and dancing, picking a large bunch of wildflowers. She ran over and lay down on the grass, resting her head on my lap. I deliberately yelled, startling her, and asked what was wrong. I said, "You're too fat and you're hurting my leg." She realized I was teasing her, got up, and hit me. I quickly limped away. She genuinely thought I was hurting, and ran up to ask which leg hurt. I laughed and said it was in the middle, asking her to rub it for me. She realized she'd been tricked, and angrily raised her hand but gently placed it on my back.

The following days became warm and sweet. I no longer had to sleep on that cold bed upstairs at the company; after work, I had hot water for showers, delicious meals, and a warm home. That period was tiring but sweet. Almost every morning after finishing my work at the company, I would rush to the construction site and stay until the stars filled the sky, always waiting for Sister Wang to finish discussing the project and drive me home. (We've known each other for a long time, but I still like to call her that in public and private. She wants me to change how I address her, but I still feel comfortable using that term.) I'm a perfectionist at work, so I often demand rework from my workers. Because I was meticulous about the quality of the projects, I quickly gained recognition from clients and the industry, and my business grew rapidly, with the company expanding from over twenty people to over fifty. For the better part of six months, we could only see each other at night because she trusted me completely, even though she had been cheated out of money by men before. So she entrusted me with everything at the company, even asking me about the accounts. We kept our relationship a secret because I didn't want people to think I was a kept man, so no one knew our true relationship. Therefore, whenever we were alone, we would stick together, as she put it, to make up for lost time.

Every night when we got home, I would read the newspaper or go online, while she would quickly shower and cook. Sometimes I would put my arms around her waist from behind and watch her cook, and we would chat sweet nothings. Even when she was tired, she would cook some of my favorite dishes, pour two small glasses of red wine, and light candles. She would often just sit with me and watch me eat. She often had to eat out several times, but she would always sit and eat with me until the end. After dinner, she would prepare hot water for me, and after I showered, we would lie in bed. She would watch soap operas and chat with me, while I would flip through the newspaper I hadn't finished reading. Often, before I'd even finished reading the newspaper, she'd start teasing me, and we'd make love passionately.

Back then, we were young and energetic, never feeling tired, and always enjoying ourselves immensely. She was a sensitive and meticulous woman, taking excellent care of me. She made sure I wore the right clothes every day, even charging my phone and putting cigarettes in my bag. If I didn't wear enough clothes when the weather turned cold, she'd lovingly scold me. But when I mentioned she wasn't dressed warmly enough, she'd act like a little girl, saying she wanted to "beautifully endure the cold!" Ah, what can I say? To love someone you love, and to be loved by someone you love—that's true happiness. I hope this love lasts forever. People say that couples who are together for too long get tired of each other, but I never felt that way with her. She was an incredibly charming person; her love, her coquettishness, her kindness and gentleness never grew tiresome. There was only the passion and sweetness of reuniting after a short separation.

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