Me and my sister, my lover.

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My Sister Lover and I
Author: Unknown
A man, of course, that's me. This happened 6 or 7 years ago, before I was kicked out of the country.
A woman, one of my female colleagues, 10 years older than me, a very nice and kind person, and in her 30s
she didn't look old at all.
The biggest taboos in pursuing a girl are: first, being impatient, making moves before the relationship has reached that point; second, backing down at the last
minute, even if you've already made things clear, you're halfway there, but then she cries and you're too scared to continue.
I firmly believe there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world, from studies and work to dating and sex; as long
as you prepare, good luck will come.
I have no limitations when it comes to women; I'm looking for a feeling. As for her appearance, age, or
marital status, I don't care. I almost never go to prostitutes because I once hired one, but I felt
no passion at all having sex with a complete stranger. Since then, I've never hired a prostitute again.
My sister-in-law's marriage was actually alright, but back when they were dating,
the social customs in our country were still quite traditional. Her husband was her first and only boyfriend. She always complained that
he lacked romance, and her relationship with her mother-in-law wasn't good either, so their marital relationship was always somewhat affected
. I felt her charm the first day I met her. Because I had an official position,
she was basically my subordinate. We worked in the computer field, and I myself had some real skills, so we
got along well. I even made a point of helping her with her job. It took me almost a year and a half before I made a move on my sister-in-law
. Before that, I can honestly say I hadn't even touched her hand. But
the night I did touch her hand, I took her to bed. How exactly we cultivated our relationship during that time is a matter of opinion, so I
won't go into details. We went on a business trip together. I deliberately sent everyone else away, leaving
only the two of us behind that night. We were already very close; she always
told me everything directly. After showering, I went to her room to chat. She was dressed casually, but not revealingly. We
chatted for a while, and then I steered the conversation towards marriage. Of course, she asked me why I wasn't married, whether I had
changed girlfriends, etc. Below is our conversation, abridged but basically the original:
Woman: Have you changed girlfriends again?
Man: What do you take me for? I've never had a boyfriend. I'm very innocent.
Woman: Don't I know you? Who were those calls I received looking for you? Man:
Yes, I have, but we only met once and that was it. Woman:
You have high standards. What kind of girl are you looking for?
Man: It's not that I have high standards, it's just that girls these days are of such low quality. If you weren't married, I'd
pursue you.
Woman: Don't talk nonsense.
Man: I'm not lying, you're genuinely good. If I were lying...
At this point, of course, I stood up and swore to heaven. My sister, my lover, naturally stood up as well, grabbed my
hand, and then I couldn't help but hug her. Don't rush, even if you planned this beforehand
, your heart will still race. Let her feel the speed of your heartbeat; she will be moved by it. Then, whisper in her ear, "
I'm not lying, I just like you."
I had prepared before entering her room. I was dressed neatly but thinly because I wanted
her to clearly feel my body's reaction when I hugged her, including my accelerated heartbeat, especially my erect
penis. She felt the restless movement in my lower body and pulled back slightly. She tried to break
free from my embrace, but it was clearly a hesitant rejection. I kissed her face passionately, repeatedly saying, "Sister,
I finally have a chance to hug you. I've secretly liked you for so long." She struggled weakly, repeating
a few simple phrases: "Don't talk nonsense, this isn't right, don't do this." I said, "I'm telling the truth, feel my
heart." I took one of her hands, lifted my shirt (it was just a collarless t-shirt), and let her touch
my chest directly. She tried to pull her hand away, but I gently pressed it down. When I felt she was
no longer resisting my embrace and caresses of my chest, I cupped her face in my hands, and we began
to kiss.
I only touched her lips with mine first, and she nervously closed her eyes (a woman's
eyes should be closed when kissing a man she is compatible with); she tried to pull away again, but I had already pressed my body tightly
against hers, and one of my legs was already behind her, trapping her.
I had already suspected she might not know how to kiss, but I didn't expect she really couldn't. It's said that a skilled kisser
can make someone feel like they're in heaven, I don't have that ability, and actually I don't like kissing, but this
step is unavoidable when pursuing a girl. So all I knew was how to use my tongue to support my tongue, and I never studied it further.
But my silly older sister lover was so innocent that she just stared blankly with her mouth open, her tongue not moving at all.
I didn't continue kissing; she would soon come to her senses. I had to
make love before that happened. I lowered my head and naturally began to kiss her neck, actually licking it, because kissing would
leave red marks. Her breathing became uneven, but she was controlling it. Her heart was pounding
. She was in her own room, so she was wearing a simple fur coat. I could completely hold her in
my arms. Her body heat penetrated our two layers of clothing, giving me a very warm feeling. I
could even clearly feel the edge of her panties and her slightly trembling calves. I controlled my strong
urges and restrained myself from reaching for her genitals. I naturally lifted the back of her shirt and
put my hand inside, caressing her smooth and supple waist, which was still smooth and supple even though she was 35 and had given birth to a child.
As my hands slowly and gently stroked her back, she trembled slightly.
She began to struggle against my embrace and kisses. I pulled my hands away, firmly grasped her rounded shoulders,
looked directly into her eyes, and said to her,
"I don't know what you're thinking, but no matter how much you hate me, I just like you. Today
I finally have a chance to tell you, and I'm going to hold you tight and not let you go."
I took her hand and placed it on her lower abdomen, then pulled her into my arms again. This time, her
hand touched my already erect penis. She was surprised and shy, her hands
frozen in place. (Of course, this is one of my signature moves, honed through countless encounters with women). I pretended not to notice this and
continued to please her with my body. I gently nibbled at her ear with my teeth, one
hand lightly around her waist, the other sliding down; I caressed her not-so-full buttocks, but
through her clothes, I didn't rush to slip my hand inside her pants. My experience was that stroking and patting a girl
's buttocks elicited a strong reaction; she might suddenly become fully awake. Under
my caresses, she clearly couldn't control her rapid breathing. Her face was flushed, and she
made a dry, swallowing sound from her throat, but she was still trying to control herself, so the sound was soft and drawn out.
If I were still the old me, I would have taken off her clothes and started making love to her. But
now I'm no longer a little boy who merely craves the fleeting pleasure of ejaculation. A
woman, a woman I truly love, is moaning and trembling in my arms; I want to reach
climax with her slowly. I embrace her and fall onto the bed, one leg between hers. I forcefully prop my thigh
against her groin, and she can't help but let out a soft "Oh," her whole body shuddering violently. I
don't loosen my support at all, while one arm wraps around her slender neck
, pressing tightly against her shoulders, leaving her nowhere to escape. My leg not only presses hard but also gently sways and massages
her genitals. Although we are both dressed neatly, we only have one set of clothes, and they are thin. I can
feel a wetness coming from my thigh;
it It's rare to see a girl who isn't particularly voluptuous. I could already clearly smell
the distinctive, slightly pungent scent of a woman's love juice in the air—my favorite smell. My other hand wasn't wasting time either, constantly stroking
her buttocks with my fingertips, which provided much more intense stimulation than my palms. My lips, tongue, and teeth
kissed, licked, and gently tapped her cheeks, ears, and neck. Although she was still beautiful, time
had mercilessly left its mark on her. There were several deep wrinkles on her neck,
marks left by regular sexual activity for all women. Her cheeks, though still smooth, had lost their girlish softness. She
closed her eyes, completely giving up on controlling her breathing. She tried to push away
the leg I was teasing with her, but I deftly met it with my penis.
Unlike the first time I touched it, she didn't flinch. She cupped my penis in her hands, remaining still, but a few fingers wandered off uncontrollably.
I pulled down my pants and pulled her small hand inside. Friends, please note: the worst thing about older women
is this. Their hands, often worn down by years of housework, are nowhere near as supple as
a young girl's. Letting her directly touch your penis might backfire; it might
go soft. If you're prepared, this won't happen.
When I grabbed her hand, she didn't know what I was going to do, but when I pulled down my pants, she understood.
She struggled slightly, trying not to go in, but only briefly before giving up. She trembled
as she touched my erect penis. A few seconds later, she pulled her hands out of my pants, hugged me tightly,
and buried her head in my shoulder, escaping my incessant kisses. Her whole body trembled with excitement and
fear.
This was the perfect opportunity. I quickly pulled down her pants and panties. I'm
incredibly skilled at undressing women; in just a few seconds, her beautiful lower body was completely exposed. But I
couldn't see anything because she hugged me even tighter. A woman's explosive power is truly remarkable. She was just a petite
, adorable woman weighing 90 pounds, but at this moment, it would have taken me a great deal of strength to break free. I didn't,
because it wasn't necessary. I don't like, even hate, using force against women. Of course, forceful intercourse is different.
Remember? One of my legs was between hers. This was important; she couldn't
hide her most beautiful privacy by clamping her legs together. I gently stroked her body without any rush, murmuring
, "You're so good, I love you," while one hand lightly stroked her hair, and the other hand restlessly explored
her soft private parts. It was already wet. Because she was a slender woman, I had already anticipated that
her vaginal lubrication wouldn't be abundant, and indeed it wasn't, but it was enough for me to successfully penetrate her.
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