That night in Pingtung

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My classmate Lin has been married and living in Pingtung for three years. Back in school, Sophia, Lin, and I were best friends, so Sophia and I would travel from Taipei to Pingtung every year to visit Lin, catch up, and have a vacation. Since Lin only lives with her husband and not her in-laws, we stayed at her house at night. Besides saving on hotel costs, it was also more comfortable than a hotel. Their house is a detached villa with a home theater on the top floor. Besides a full DVD home theater system, there was a 120-inch screen, a small bar, comfortable sofas, several beanbag chairs, soft lighting, and a soft carpet—it was so inviting. Because it was a 120-inch projector, all the lights had to be turned off when watching movies, leaving only an adjustable spotlight projecting onto the table in front of the sofa where drinks were kept. This home theater was my favorite part of their house; Lin's husband said it was 20 square meters! Wow! This is something I, living in Taipei, could only dream of. Lin's husband kept emphasizing that the housing and cost of living in Pingtung are cheaper, which is why they were able to furnish the house like this. It took them three years to gradually add to the purchases. I think that makes sense, because when I came last year, they didn't have this home theater yet, and their annual income wasn't particularly impressive. Having the opportunity to marry someone from Pingtung would be great, but unfortunately, my current boyfriend is also from Taipei. Lin's husband is refined and gentle, with an athletic physique and a generous personality. He's not exactly handsome, but rather good-looking. It's not that I fell in love with my classmate's husband, but I don't know why I felt this way that day. It was raining heavily in Pingtung that day, so we didn't go out. That evening, we drove to Donggang for some black skewers. Since it's quite a distance from Pingtung to Donggang, Lin's husband was worried about the safety and didn't dare drink. Not wanting to leave, Lin suggested we go back to Pingtung and visit a beer house called Classic Garden on Guangdong Road. The three of us women each ordered a Longisland beer, while Lin's husband ordered a pitcher of beer and some side dishes. The three women chatted non-stop, leaving her husband feeling neglected. Perhaps we were having too much fun, because before we knew it, we'd ordered our second beer. Before we'd even finished it, the effects of the alcohol were already kicking in. The three women's faces were flushed, and they were talking louder and louder. Lin's husband was shaking his head and sighing, sometimes telling us to be quiet, unsure what to do. A little while later, Lin said she couldn't take it anymore and wanted to go home, so she asked her husband to drink the remaining half glass of Longisland for her. Her husband downed it in one gulp. Seeing this, Sophia and I did the same, insisting that her husband drink it for us too. We wouldn't have done this before; perhaps it's because we've become closer to her husband, and with the influence of alcohol, we all started to tease each other. This time, it was tough on her husband. He spent almost half an hour grumbling and struggling to finish nearly a glass and a half of Longisland. Then we paid the bill and left. Back home, after showering and changing into comfortable loungewear, we all settled into the rooftop home theater. We picked out a DVD from her husband's collection, "Rush Hour," which had fantastic picture and sound quality—even more comfortable than watching it in a movie theater. Because the soundproofing was excellent, we weren't worried about disturbing the neighbors, even though it was late. Lin, having probably already seen it and had some drinks, only watched a short while before going to her room to sleep, leaving her husband to keep Sophia and me company. Sophia and I had tea, while Lin… Her husband poured himself a glass of XO, and Sophia, perhaps having drunk one and a half glasses of Longisland, soon fell asleep. Lin's husband had to take her to the guest room to sleep and then downstairs to shower. I drank the least, probably only one glass of Longisland, and because the movie was so good, I continued watching. I was afraid of being alone late at night, so I made an excuse that the projector and lights wouldn't be turned off after the movie, and asked Lin's husband to come back and watch with me. He reluctantly agreed, feeling drowsy from drinking three different kinds of alcohol, and said he needed to take a shower to perk himself up before coming back to keep me company. After settling Sophia in, Lin's husband came back after showering, changed into shorts and underwear, and sat on the sofa behind me, sipping his drink intermittently and occasionally commenting on the plot. I was half-lying on the beanbag chair on the floor, watching for who knows how long, when I suddenly heard a series of snoring sounds coming from behind me. I instinctively turned around to look, and what I saw was a glimpse of her husband's exposed genitals. I quickly turned back to the screen, the sound effects of explosions and avalanches in the video seemingly unable to drown out the pounding of my heart. My face, which was slightly warm from drinking, suddenly became burning hot. I had no idea what the plot was about, but the steady snoring behind me made me even more unable to suppress my voyeuristic desires. Emboldened by the alcohol, I turned around again for one last look. Because I was lying on the beanbag chair on the floor, while Lin's husband was sitting on the sofa, the first thing I saw when I turned around was that part of his body. Because of the limited range of the spotlight on the table, her husband's upper body was shrouded in darkness, while his lower body appeared hazy in the dim light. I composed myself, first finding the switch for the spotlight and turning it to maximum brightness, then turning down the volume of the stereo system, and then looking more closely: her husband was wearing a pair of very loose boxer shorts, and because he was asleep, his legs were spread open, making it easy for me to peek through the cuffs along his thighs. From here, I could only vaguely see a small part, which was far from satisfying my voyeuristic desires. I slowly crawled over, knelt on the soft carpet, took a few deep breaths, held my breath, and gently pulled up the cuffs of his shorts. Because the shorts were loose and not very long, I could easily pull them up to a point where I could see everything, while listening to see if his snoring changed. The slightly pinkish glans was partially covered by the foreskin, adding to its mystique as the coronal sulcus was not visible. The overall color of the penis was not dark, only slightly darker than the color of the groin area. The penis rested lazily on the two testicles inside the scrotum, not very thick, but slightly longer than the scrotum, about 10 centimeters by eye. The glans thus seemed to float outside the scrotum, giving the penis a slender and appealing appearance. The scrotum was the same light brown color as the penis, further emphasizing the pinkish glans…cute? The adjective that flashed through my mind at that moment was perhaps that it looked like a child's, fair and clean. Of course, the size was much larger. My boyfriend's penis and scrotum were both dark brown, and I'd never seen a pinkish-white glans before. My current boyfriend's erect penis is about 11-12 centimeters long, and I'm already very satisfied during sex. I wonder how long Lin's husband's erect penis is? I wondered what it would feel like to have that penis inserted inside me. As I thought about it, I started to feel my vagina secreting fluids, and my underwear felt a little damp. I shifted my gaze and looked up again—wait! It was amazing! Her husband had no pubic hair at all! No wonder I felt like I was seeing a child earlier. Looking closer, I realized he actually had very short hairs. It dawned on me—he'd shaved it all off! I wondered what kind of sex games they played; maybe Lin had shaved hers too. Looking at her husband's penis, it looked more and more beautiful. I wanted to hold it in my hands and play with it, to lower my head and kiss it, to suck it. I've never had this urge to suck my boyfriend's penis. My boyfriend's penis is dark, short and thick, with lots of dense, curly hair; it looks kind of dirty. Compared to her husband's, my boyfriend's looks like an African aborigine. I need to find a way to get my boyfriend to shave his pubic hair when we go back to Taipei. I watched for a while, and my body grew increasingly hot. Suddenly, I noticed a drop of liquid on the tip of my penis. I couldn't tell if it was urine or pre-ejaculate. I couldn't help but get excited. The snoring hadn't subsided; in fact, it was louder than before. I figured he was already fast asleep from being drunk. So, I boldly used my left hand to pull up my pants and slowly slipped my right hand inside, being careful not to touch his thighs or other areas, afraid that he might suddenly wake up and I would be in a really embarrassing situation. Then, I gently plucked the liquid from the urethral opening with my index finger. As I pulled my hand back, the liquid stretched into a thin thread, shimmering under the spotlight. Watching this, I became increasingly excited. I brought my finger to my nose and smelled it; there was no smell. Then I brought my hand to my mouth and carefully licked it with my tongue. It tasted slightly salty, and seemed to have a faint hint of alcohol. It was slippery and didn't easily melt in my mouth. Because I had never tasted this flavor before, I greedily used my finger to scoop it up again. This time, I was even bolder and gently squeezed the urethral opening with my index finger and thumb. There was a small drop, more than before. This time, I put it directly into my mouth and sucked on it, like sucking on my fingers after eating food. I fantasized about how happy I would be if I could catch the semen in my mouth right now. Recalling the feeling of making love with my boyfriend, savoring the slippery, slightly tasting sensation of his love juices between my lips and tongue, I suddenly felt a series of strong contractions in my uterus and vagina. This useless woman actually orgasmed just like that; my panties were already soaked. Some of the fluid even flowed down my thighs. Although no one saw, I still felt very embarrassed. I don't know what I was thinking at that moment. I actually scraped the fluids with my fingers to collect them, smearing some on his glans and carefully applying the rest to his...On his lips, I don't know if I used too much force, or if his lips were more sensitive than his penis, but he actually shook his head twice. I was so scared that I quickly pulled down my pants, my heart almost stopping. Luckily, he just licked his lips with his tongue and then continued snoring, not waking up. This meant he had licked my vaginal fluid in as well, and I had a strange feeling in my heart. I turned my head and saw that the video had ended sometime earlier. I sat back down and turned off all the power buttons on the remote control. Silence returned to the surroundings. I looked back at Lin's husband, lost in thought about what had just happened. The pink glans kept flashing in my mind, its erection, the way it sprayed semen. I also thought about the lubrication secreted from his urethra, wondering how a man could secrete fluid when he wasn't erect, or if he had been having lustful thoughts about someone before falling asleep. Was it Lin? He went back to his room to get a change of clothes when he went to take a shower. I used to sleep with Lin, and I knew that Lin had a habit of sleeping naked. And today, he seemed to have been back in his room for a long time before going down to shower. Could it be that he just finished having sex with Lin before going downstairs? Was it Sophia? I wonder what happened when he took Sophia to the guest room. I remember Sophia dressed very provocatively tonight. She wasn't wearing a bra or even underwear. Just before she took a shower, she told me that she didn't have enough underwear, and that she would wash it and hang it on the balcony outside the guest room. She even asked if the shorts I'm wearing now would be revealing. I told her, "Of course they will, be careful, you should cover yourself up often." Her husband was carrying a half-drunk Sophia downstairs. Or was it me? I was the last one to be in the same room with him. I'm dressed very casually now, and every move I make will reveal something. From any angle of my thin-strapped tank top, you can easily see my breasts without a bra and my nipples showing through my clothes. With my short hot pants, I can see a few pubic hairs peeking out of my underwear when I look down. Thinking of this, I looked down at my underwear, soaked with my own juices, and suddenly a surge of lust rose within me. Before my reason was overwhelmed by lust, I quickly went to take a cold shower, otherwise I would really feel guilty towards Lin. So I got up to shake Lin's husband awake. That night in Pingtung (Part 2) At first, I only shook him gently, which had no effect at all. Later, I added sound and shook him more vigorously, but all I got in response was his incoherent voice saying, "Honey, okay! I'll be down in a bit." It turned out that he was really drunk and didn't know who was calling him, because Lin was of course calling him "husband," while I called him "big brother." If I had known, I wouldn't have been so careful. I couldn't help but reach my hand under my brother's crotch and stroke him through his pants, as if to make up for my stupidity earlier. He suddenly moved his body, and afraid that he would wake up, I quickly let go and rushed downstairs to the bathroom with a flushed face and a pounding heart. Lin's bathroom was quite large, an extension built on a legally designated vacant lot at the back. The interior was furnished like a hotel, but unfortunately, there was no jacuzzi. I had already showered, so I simply rinsed myself with cold water from the showerhead, looking at myself in the large mirror. A slight blush graced my cheeks, my nipples were erect from heightened desire, and my body was flushed with the heat of alcohol. Then, I saw my older brother's white briefs in the laundry tub in the mirror. On impulse, I picked them up and examined them. There were no yellow stains; they looked clean. I brought them to my nose and smelled them. There was no urine smell at all; instead, a distinctly masculine pheromone scent, neither pleasant nor unpleasant, wafted up. It was completely unlike the pungent odor of public restrooms like those in schools, which made my teeth ache and my nose wrinkle. This pure scent deeply attracted me, and my vagina began to contract involuntarily. I realized I was almost out of control again; a desire to ejaculate was consuming me. My underwear covered my face, and with each deep breath, it stirred a flutter in my heart. Without realizing it, my right hand moved towards my labia, at first gently rubbing them, a circular motion back and forth. With increasingly rapid breathing, I didn't care whether to rinse the bathtub first and just lay down, one foot out of the tub, opening my vulva as wide as possible. My pink labia minora, the small and magical clitoris slightly swollen, paired with straight, short, and sparse pubic hair—I narcissistically thought this was the most… My beautiful vulva, along with the writhing body, my middle finger quickened the rhythm of the clitoris, rubbing back and forth between the labia majora and minora and the clitoris. The vagina, aroused by desire, flowed with a trickle of lustful fluid, gradually accumulating into a small puddle in the bathtub. My middle finger slowly slid into the vagina, imagining the glans pressing against my labia; the penis inserting into my hole, filling my body, thrusting into me again and again, and the two testicles hitting the labia majora again and again. Overwhelmed by an unbearable pleasure, I felt a surge of ecstasy. I desperately wanted to release the pent-up satisfaction, but I dared not. I could only gasp and whimper softly. With each contraction and relaxation of my vagina, it felt like climbing the Huangshan Mountain, layer upon layer, until I finally reached the summit. I reached another climax. I don't know if it was the alcohol weakening my self-control, making me want to indulge more, or if I was still suppressing myself from fully expressing myself. Even after the climax, my fingers didn't stop. I kept rubbing my clitoris until I couldn't hold my urine any longer. With each contraction of my vagina, I let it gush out powerfully. I watched as the urine, initially a spray of tiny droplets, gradually became a trickle, eventually disappearing into the drain of the bathtub along with the small puddle of vaginal fluid. My mind kept conjuring up images of semen being ejaculated. I've smelled semen, but I've never tasted it, so I couldn't imagine the smell. I have tasted vaginal fluid before, back when Sophia, Lin, and I lived together. My breathing gradually calmed, and listening to the rain outside, I felt a deep emptiness. I sighed, took the washed underwear back to my room to hang it up. I was the only one awake in the house, lying in bed unable to fall asleep. I've never liked oral sex, always feeling that a man's penis always has some urinary odor. But now, I suddenly had a strong urge to try it—a thought I'd never had before. Why this sudden change tonight? Maybe it's because Lin's husband seems very clean? Maybe he's a germaphobe. Or is it that I don't love my boyfriend of almost three months enough? Could it be like in some novels, where I unknowingly fall for someone else's husband? I can't analyze my inner thoughts; I'm just letting my feelings guide me. While struggling with whether or not to go upstairs, I suddenly thought: perhaps I'm in a state of heightened excitement from the alcohol? A little more, and I might fall asleep easily. Having come up with an excuse for wanting to go up to the audiovisual room, I deliberately made my footsteps louder as I walked upstairs, to see if Lin's husband would wake up. If he did, he could have a drink with me, and that would be a good way to end the night. If he didn't wake up, at least I'd have his snoring to keep me company, reducing the loneliness of being alone in the middle of the night. That night in Pingtung (Part 3), when I reached the top floor, my older brother's snoring was still going strong, except that he had changed from sitting on the sofa to lying flat on it. I first picked out a CD, an album by Conniedover. To the melodious, slightly melancholic strains of Scottish bagpipes, Conniedover softly sang Irish and Scottish folk songs. I dimmed the spotlight, poured some vodka, added ice and lemonade, and sipped it slowly. I had the same CD, but I'd never experienced such a nuanced and enjoyable listening experience. The speakers my brother had chosen were particularly focused on high-frequency resolution, resulting in a delicate and moving rendition of the album's highs and lows, giving me goosebumps. Although there was some discordant snoring nearby, my brother wasn't a stranger, so I didn't find it offensive; instead, I felt a sense of security from the rhythm. The sound of raindrops creating a sense of loneliness, combined with the soft music and the wine, created an atmosphere that easily intoxicated me, and I began to feel blissfully content. Sipping my homemade cocktail, I reminisced about the days when Sophia, Lin, and I lived together. The climaxes we three women reached were no less intense than those with a man. Familiar music always easily pulls my thoughts back to a certain time in the past. I remember that day, Conniedover music was playing in the air. It was during the second semester of my junior year, at our place, celebrating the end of final exams and releasing the tension of the past week. We cooked a few dishes, drank rosé and apple cider, and at first, we just talked about the exams and shared our feelings. After getting a little tipsy, we started talking about boyfriends and sex, and somehow we ended up playing drinking games of five, ten, and fifteen. The loser, of course, drank alcohol, and those who couldn't drink could take off a piece of clothing to pay the difference. How many clothes could you wear in the sweltering heat of Taipei? How much alcohol could we possibly hold? Before long, the three of us were all naked. Since we couldn't drink anymore, we had to perform what we considered obscene actions for ten seconds. Amidst the commotion, the three naked women filled the room with a spring-like atmosphere. I remember Sophia was the first to pass out. Lin and I only meant to tease her, our four hands rubbing and kneading her body, our original intention just to keep her from falling asleep first. I forget who touched Sophia's vulva first, but she actually moaned in pleasure… And so, to the music of Conniedover, we experienced our first uniquely female orgasm. After that, with and without alcohol, we had it a few more times, although I had boyfriends at the time.But the feeling was different. Back then, I never thought about finding a boyfriend to develop a group sex relationship with the opposite sex. I think we were both a bit bisexual! After graduation, we went our separate ways to work, and I haven't had any relationships with the same sex since. Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel curious. I wondered if Lin had shaved her pubic hair like her husband. So I got up and went downstairs to Lin's room. The door wasn't locked. I opened it and saw that the bedside lamp was on. Lin was sleeping with only a corner of the blanket covering her, still sleeping naked. After thinking for a moment and hesitating, I took off my clothes, lay down next to her, and lifted the blanket. Sure enough, Lin had shaved her pubic hair. It looked quite nice. Looking down from the mound, the hairless mons pubis, while lacking a bit of mystery, had a smooth and clean feel. I lay on my side, one hand supporting my head, the other stroking Lin's breast, gently pinching her nipple with my fingers. Sure enough, Lin's nipple gradually hardened. She made a soft "hmm" sound, without opening her eyes, and said, "Honey, I don't want it now." She then turned and buried her head in my chest, her head touching my chest. She paused for a moment, then her hand touched my body. Lin looked up, half-asleep, and said, "Oh my god! Xuan, it's you." "I can't sleep!" "If you can't sleep, why did you strip naked and come to my room? Aren't you afraid my husband will see and rape you?" "No, my brother is drunk and asleep in the media room." "Why are you acting like you're burning with lust, stripping naked to tease me?" Lin said, stroking my body. "I didn't mean to tease you, I just came to see if you shaved your pubic hair too," I said. "I saw my husband looked good after shaving, so I shaved too." "Huh! How did you know I shaved? Did you touch my husband?" Lin said, a little angry. But her hand was still stroking my body. "No, my older brother's penis accidentally ran out and I saw it. I didn't dare touch him," I answered guiltily. "Oh! You didn't want to, you didn't dare. You saw too clearly! You could see the hairless part even without touching him?" I didn't dare to speak and didn't answer. At this moment, Lin's hand touched my vulva, and I flinched but didn't resist. Her hand also reached out and began to gently stroke Lin's smooth, hairless mound. After a while, Lin said, "How come you're so wet after just one touch? Tell me honestly what bad thing you did?" Afraid she'd misunderstand, I stammered out that I'd been masturbating with her husband's underwear in the bathroom. Apparently, there was still some fluid left after my orgasm. Lin didn't seem very angry and asked, "So, you've fallen for my husband?" "Not really love! It's just a feeling of kinship, I don't feel any need to be wary of him." I gave the example of Sophia and I dressing very provocatively that evening, explaining that we weren't trying to seduce her husband, but just felt natural, like family. It wasn't the first time I'd touched my breasts or adjusted my bra in front of him. But was that really the case? As I talked to Lin, my doubts seemed to grow stronger. I almost blurted out that I liked my older brother, but I wasn't sure. If I did, was Sophia the same way? The fragmented images in my mind made me feel like I was reaching out in a thick fog, unable to grasp any answer. I didn't dare do this on my first two visits, but this time in Pingtung, I was so bold that I didn't even think about wearing a bra, and I didn't care whether I was wearing underwear or not. I acted as casually as if I were at home. It was only when I talked to Lin about this that I was surprised to realize that we had been doing this without even realizing it. Perhaps there is a closer relationship between the three of us than that of ordinary sisters or friends, so we don't feel restrained at all. And then, under the "love me, love my dog" mentality, I started to feel intimate with her husband as well. I was puzzled and gave myself a casual answer. Is that it? I felt very conflicted. I didn't want to answer Lin's question anymore. I turned over and kissed Lin's breasts, gently nibbling at her nipples, feeling her vaginal discharge with my fingers. Lin's vaginal discharge was slower, so I didn't dare to insert my fingers into her vagina immediately. I only gently stroked her vulva first, intermittently stimulating her clitoris. Then I changed position and lay between her legs, bending my knees and opening my legs. I freely admired her hairless vulva, from the small hillock down to her labia majora and anus. The original grassland landscape had transformed into a clean and smooth beach. Her fair labia majora slightly protruded from her pink labia minora, exuding a beauty that combined the innocence of a girl and the maturity of a woman. Parting her labia, I saw strands of vaginal fluid secreted around her small vaginal opening. I first tentatively touched her labia with my fingers, gently stroking them back and forth. I secretly glanced at Lin, seeing that she had her eyes closed and was silent. I went further and rubbed her clitoris. Lin began to moan softly, and her clitoris began to swell slightly due to engorgement. So I started to lick her labia and clitoris with my tongue. Lin finally couldn't help but cry out. Her vaginal fluid secretion increased, but it was less than mine. When I saw that the secretion was almost enough, I inserted my middle finger into her vagina, rubbing the folds of the vaginal walls in and out. Lin let out a soft "Ah..." as her body arched upwards. I then directly licked her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, quickening the pace of my fingers until Lin held her breath, then gasped for air, her juices flowing freely. She twisted her body, trying to hide. I knew she had reached orgasm, so I slowed my movements and gradually stopped, getting up and lying down beside her. We remained silent, gently caressing each other, each lost in our own thoughts. Lin was silent for a while, then hesitated, seemingly considering something. I guessed she wanted to end our abnormal relationship but didn't know how to bring it up. After all, this absurd relationship hadn't happened for over three years. Besides, she already had a man. I'm unsure if this same-sex relationship has had any psychological impact on us. My love life has always been unstable. I consider myself fairly attractive—165cm, 48kg, and although I only have an A cup—I'm never short of suitors, but I always feel something's missing, so relationships always end quickly. Sophia, on the other hand, hasn't had a boyfriend in the six years since breaking up with him in her sophomore year. Is Sophia lacking in qualities? No! Although petite, she's curvaceous—155cm, 40kg, yet with a C cup. Back in college, countless men pursued her. Sophia and I have discussed whether we have homosexual tendencies, and we think we don't; we're not so much uninterested in men. Lin stroked my vulva, making my throat itch. My vaginal fluid gradually soaked the sheets. After a while, she closed her eyes and said, "My husband is amazing at oral sex. He only uses his tongue and mouth, not his hands. If you try it, you'll definitely get addicted. Do you want to try it?" "You mean you're addicted? How could I dare to go to your husband?" I replied insincerely. "No, I can't stand him with other women. Actually, I often fantasize about the three of us having sex with my husband, and I often fantasize about secretly watching my husband having sex with you. Sometimes when I think about it, I masturbate, but I can't just ask you to have sex with my husband, can I?" Lin seemed to have mustered up her courage to slowly say what was on her mind. I didn't know what to say. I just felt warm inside and very surprised. I closed my eyes, enjoying Lin's caresses, unconsciously humming softly. After a while, I mustered up the courage to say, "Actually, I want to taste what Big Brother's semen tastes like." Lin stared at me in surprise and asked, "Don't you have a boyfriend? You've never tasted it before?" I was speechless and could only shake my head. Lin suddenly stopped and said, "Then you go upstairs first. My husband is drunk and has a hard time getting an erection. Let's see if you can wake up his little brother. I'll come up in a bit, but I'll be peeking from the side." With that, she got up and went to their dressing room next door, grabbed a bath towel, and tossed it to me, saying, "Use this as a mat so you don't get the carpet dirty and it's hard to wash." Then she went downstairs, leaving me soaked in soup, but she ignored me. I had no choice but to walk upstairs naked, with a mix of nervousness and excitement, carrying the bath towel to wipe away the overflowing semen. That night in Pingtung (Part 4), when I got upstairs, the music had already stopped, so I picked out an album by Matthew Lien – "Wolf," letting the expansive and wild style take me back to my primal biological nature. I felt like a hungry and lonely mother wolf at that moment, and I didn't even understand my own thoughts. I just wanted to return to my primal biological nature and throw all dogmas and ethics to the back of my mind. I moved one of my older brother's legs off the sofa and onto the floor, so that his legs would naturally spread apart. I knelt down next to the sofa, put my hand inside his pants, and gently stroked his hairless genitals. It felt very different. I stroked along his penis to the glans, which was completely covered by the foreskin. Then I stroked the two testicles on his scrotum, which felt so full. I still didn't dare to take off his pants, but luckily they were wide enough. With a quick flip of the cuff, his entire penis was easily exposed. I first held the penis in my hands, brought it to my nose, and took a deep sniff. There was no trace of urine odor; instead, a faint scent of sandalwood soap lingered. I slowly pulled back the foreskin covering the glans, exposing the entire glans. I repeated this action, watching the glans slowly emerge and then gradually retract, and suddenly felt a sensation like a flower slowly blooming. (The image of a man's penis and a blooming flower is mentioned.)Compared to Duo, I wonder if anyone else shares my thoughts. If I remember correctly, the writer Li Ang once used the flamingo as a metaphor for the penis and scrotum. Whether it's accurate or not, I've forgotten! And I'm too lazy to check. I rubbed the coronal sulcus with my fingers, and sure enough, it was clean and free of dirt. Reassured, I kissed the glans first, then held the penis in my hand and played with it, rolling it up, down, sideways, swaying it left and right. It was limp and unresponsive. Men really can't get an erection when they're drunk. I ran to the study to get a ruler, but I ran into Lin who was about to go upstairs. I told her I was going to measure my brother's length, but she made a face and told me to try it myself and see if I could wake up my brother's little brother. She held up a Sony Hi8 in her hand, giving me a questioning look. I hesitated for a moment and shook my head. Lin smiled, took out the tape inside, and went upstairs with the Hi8. I followed her upstairs suspiciously. Lin set up the Hi8 and hid in the darkness where the spotlight couldn't reach, ready to watch my performance. I glanced back at her. After all, this was the first time I had done something like this with someone watching, and it felt really strange. Lin probably saw that I hadn't made a move yet, so she came over, calling for my brother to adjust his position while taking off all his clothes. My brother cooperated in a daze, his eyes still closed, but I had already shyly hidden in the darkness while Lin was taking off his clothes. Now I was just a bystander, witnessing a naked couple entwined before my eyes. It was a completely different experience from watching porn. I felt my blood rush to my head, making my ears burn, then swirling down to my lower abdomen. A warm current surged through my genitals, and I couldn't help but slide my hand to my genitals and rub them. The amount of vaginal fluid was beyond my imagination, and I couldn't help but let out a series of intermittent moans. Just as I felt I was about to climax, Lin softly called my name. I opened my hazy eyes and saw a soft penis sliding out of her mouth, inviting me to take it. My shyness had vanished, and I almost greedily grasped my penis, sucking on the glans and stroking it. Waves of passion filled my body. Lin, on the other hand, sucked on my scrotum, swallowing and releasing the two full testicles, before finally letting me watch from the side. I didn't forget to first measure the length of my penis and scrotum at the junction with a ruler. It was 9 centimeters long. After putting down the ruler, I greedily put the penis and scrotum into my mouth, but I found that my mouth was too full, making it difficult for my tongue to move. So I had to put the scrotum in my mouth first and stir the two plump testicles with my tongue. At the same time, I held the penis with my hand and gently stroked it up and down. I skillfully used my lips and tongue to put the testicles in and out, or alternately put them in and out one at a time. This trick worked. The penis began to throb and slowly become erect. I abandoned my mouth on the scrotum and instead cupped it with my palm, rubbing it with my fingertips. My mouth then began to attack the penis. I first took it all the way in, then slowly released it, repeating this several times. Afterward, I felt the penis gradually swell in my mouth. I could no longer take it all the way in; if I forced it in, it would prick deep into my throat, making me feel nauseous. I quickly grabbed a ruler to measure it; it was 14 centimeters long and continued to grow, breaking 15 centimeters, finally stopping at around 15.5 centimeters, not quite 16 centimeters. I had originally thought it would double to 18 or even 20 centimeters, but it didn't. The glans stood proudly in front of me, purple and shiny, the foreskin gone, the skin not dark, the entire penis long, hard, and straight, with prominent veins. It looked really good to me; Lin was right. I admired it from various angles for a while. I turned around, intending to compliment Lin on how this was the most handsome younger brother I'd ever seen. But when I turned back, I was shocked to see a gigantic penis taking up the entire 120-inch screen. It turned out Lin had connected the Hi8 to the projector. After adjusting the lens, my lewd face appeared on the screen. Moving down to my erect nipples, I couldn't help but adjust my position, spreading my labia to show a close-up of my genitals on the 120-inch screen. I could see my inner thighs and pubic hair were soaked with vaginal fluid. Luckily, there was a towel on the floor, otherwise it would have really soaked the carpet. Looking at the pubic hair on my labia majora, it didn't look very good, and I even considered shaving it off. Then Lin zoomed out and fixed the Hi8 with a tripod. The screen showed my brother and me. Lin walked over and appeared on the screen. She knelt down and kissed and licked away my vaginal fluid from my thighs to my genitals. Watching my own live show on the big screen gave me a deep shock. I wanted to capture this moment, so I asked Lin to record tonight's spring scenery. Lin chuckled and put the tape on. I turned around, and the penis that we had neglected for a while began to soften again. I held it in my hand and stroked it, but squeezed out a large drop of lubrication. I quickly put it in my mouth and sucked and licked it to my heart's content. The lubrication from the urethral opening increased, and I was happy to lick it all up. Sometimes I quickly stroked the penis with my hand while teasing the testicles with my mouth; sometimes I swallowed the entire penis up and down with my mouth; sometimes I held it in my mouth and used my tongue to entwine the glans and stimulate the urethral opening while stroking the penis with my hand. After who knows how long, I had exhausted all my tricks, until my hand and mouth were sore, but I still couldn't make him ejaculate. I was about to give up. The only achievement was that my older brother stopped snoring and looked half-awake, as if he was having a wet dream. With a slight sense of disappointment, I sat to the side, alternating between my left and right hands as I continued to stroke his penis. Suddenly, Lin's voice came from behind me: "It's already pretty good that you can get an erection like this. When my husband is drunk, he either can't get it up, or if he does, it takes a long time, and I always have to beg for mercy. So now, whenever he drinks, I don't have sex with him." "Then what should I do?" I asked, my tone filled with disappointment. Lin poured a glass of lukewarm water and a glass of ice water, sat down next to me, and let me choose one. I picked up the ice water and gulped down most of it. Lin chuckled and playfully hit me, saying, "Hey! Who told you to drink that!" I asked, puzzled, "What else would I do?" Lin got up to add more ice water, saying, "I'm going to use my ultimate move." I asked again, still confused, "What ultimate move?" Lin sat back down next to me, laughing loudly, and said, "Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire." After saying that, she took a mouthful of hot water, held my penis in her mouth, and carefully stroked it up and down to prevent the water from spilling out, or she would hold it in her mouth and rub the glans with her tongue until the water cooled down. Then it was my turn to do the same thing with ice water. This move was indeed powerful. When I took the first sip of ice water, my brother already let out a comfortable "Ah..." Lin rubbed my testicles and said, "Honey, is it comfortable?" My brother replied, "Mmm! So comfortable!" He squinted his eyes open a crack, and it was too late for me to dodge. I had no choice but to swallow the ice water. My hand was still gripping his penis, and I awkwardly called out, "Big Brother." His eyes were unfocused, as if they couldn't see clearly. Lin kissed him first before asking, "Do you want to continue?" He hesitated for a while before finally making a soft "Hmm..." Lin then said, "Hey! Aren't you going to check on Xuanxuan?" He mumbled something unintelligible. Lin turned around and smiled wryly, saying, "He really drank a lot today." After saying that, he took a sip of hot water and continued to stroke him up and down. We took turns like this, alternating between ice water and hot water, occasionally rubbing his penis and glans with our hands, and using ice water and hot water to suck on his scrotum. "Nine Heavens of Ice and Fire" truly lived up to its reputation as a signature move. Before long, I could feel my brother's excited reaction. At this moment, Lin rubbed his penis with his hand and licked the glans with his tongue, while I held hot water in my mouth and stirred it with my tongue against his testicles. I could feel my testicles contracting upwards, and the muscles in my brother's legs began to tense up. He was about to ejaculate. I swallowed the water and was about to tell Lin when I heard Lin let out a soft cry. A thick stream of white semen shot onto Lin's mouth and face. My brother's waist was arched like a muscle, but his buttocks were still desperately trying to push upwards. His fists were clenched tightly, and his throat was emitting a groan as if he was trying to hold back a sound. It was clear that he was in the midst of extreme pleasure. Lin handed me his penis, which I quickly took and put in my mouth. Some of it still sprayed onto my hair and face. I held the glans in my mouth, my hand slowly and gently stroking the penis. Streams of hot, slightly fishy and salty semen shot out, impacting my throat and filling my mouth. So much, so much, it seemed I had to swallow it down mouthful by mouthful before I could savor it. To be honest, it would be a lie to say it tasted good or delicious. But I was immersed in a lewd mood, and the satisfaction of my mind completely overshadowed the taste. The atmosphere at that moment was meant to match this thick, sticky taste. I swallowed and spat out the penis, watching the glans ejaculate, deliberately letting some spray onto my face and the corners of my eyes. At that moment, I truly felt like I had transformed into a thirsty and lonely she-wolf. Even after ejaculating, his penis remained stubbornly erect. I rolled over to face my brother, positioned it at the source of my clitoris, and sat down. A strong sense of fullness filled my body; his excessively long penis even pressed tightly against my clitoris, which surprised me. Although it was a little painful and uncomfortable, there was a kind of complete and intense pleasure, as if from beginning to end. I pulled the glans back to the vaginal opening, then sat down completely, moving almost frantically. I felt the intense friction between the coronal sulcus of my glans and the folds of my vaginal walls. The rhythmic slurring sounds of my overflowing vagina and the penis moving in and out mingled with my moans. After only a few thrusts, strong throbbing and contractions came from deep within my body; my whole body tensed up, so very tense.I felt short of breath, the lack of oxygen making me dizzy and weak, yet my chest overflowed with a feeling of bliss; I experienced an unprecedented climax. I lay weakly on my brother's broad chest, panting, watching Lin masturbate beside me, nearing orgasm. My brother gently stroked my back, muttering incoherently; judging by his appearance, I think he was still not fully conscious. I almost wished he knew that the person he was holding was me. But I think he didn't. The passion slowly faded, just as his penis softened inside me, and a feeling of loneliness rose within me. Loneliness… because I had never felt this way about a man before, and this man, the man whose penis was still inside me, was my best friend's husband. A sense of powerlessness enveloped me; I had never met a man I admired, and such passionate pleasure might never return. I couldn't even find a suitable match in the music I listened to, the books I read, let alone a man who resonated with my soul. I think this feeling of loneliness must be caused by alcohol. Alcohol is an amplifier. When you're driving, it amplifies the road, the speedometer, and all your emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, love, hate, desire. After drinking, you might laugh heartily over a small thing; after drinking, you might cry loudly over a small thing. But today's alcohol amplified my desires; it amplified my courage; it amplified my affection for my older brother; it amplified my loneliness, except it didn't amplify my love for my boyfriend. Instead, it amplified a sense of estrangement, but without any guilt for betrayal. Just as I was feeling a little melancholic, I heard Lin sing, "It won't burn your tongue, it won't scorch your mouth, drink it! Don't think so much." It was "Red Ants'" "Love-Brewed Wine," and Lin's quirky singing of it at this moment was quite fitting. Plus, she was using her fingers to put the semen that had just been sprayed on her face into her mouth, that feigned intoxication, compared to my current situation… the more I thought about it, the funnier it became. Lin and I held back our laughter, not wanting to wake our older brother. We quickly went downstairs to Lin's room before we could finally burst out laughing, like we'd secretly done something naughty. After laughing, we went back upstairs to "add more wine and relight the lamps for a renewed feast." Naked, we mixed two drinks and chatted. I don't know when I fell asleep, but I was later awakened by a series of moans. I squinted and saw Sophia lying on the sofa, her breasts swaying back and forth, while our older brother was thrusting into her from behind, his scrotum swinging back and forth as well. Lin was holding a Hi-8, busy finding the right angle to film. The sky outside was already bright. I opened my eyes and looked at this scene, my lust starting to stir again.

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