Sister, do it again.

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My hands were trembling, because they were giving me unprecedented pleasure. My head was racing, because I had fulfilled a long-held desire.

My hands were grasping a pair of breasts, a pair of beautiful, perky breasts, my sister's breasts.

My sister looked at me with her hazy eyes, seemingly enjoying the warmth and pleasure against her chest, and feeling gratified that she had satisfied her dearest brother's physical needs.

Today is Sunday. In the morning, as usual, I called my sister to get up and eat the breakfast I made, but after calling for a while, I didn't hear her answer the door. Ah, I have another chance to sneak in and peek at my sister's scantily clad sleeping posture! This is my purpose for making breakfast every Sunday!

My sister is a sophomore in college this year. The colorful life of college has made her a night owl. Every Sunday, I have to make breakfast first, otherwise I will have to wait to go hungry, because my parents also have to go to work at the market on Sundays, my sister gets up late, and there are no restaurants nearby. If I don't make it myself, who will? Although making breakfast is a hassle, I enjoy the trouble.

My older sister is a late sleeper and often skips breakfast on Sundays. However, I insist on making her eat my carefully prepared breakfast, arguing that I'm very close to her and she dotes on me, so she has to get up for breakfast every Sunday. But she's not easy to wake up; simply knocking on the door sometimes doesn't work. So, my sister specially made a key to her room and gives it to me on Saturdays so I can go and wake her up on Sundays for my special, elaborate breakfast. To be honest, I put a lot of effort into this breakfast; I've read so many cookbooks and dessert books! What's

even more interesting is that I always take the opportunity of going in to wake my sister up to peek at her sleeping posture. Especially in the summer, the blankets are thin, and my sister wears very little; besides a small bra, you can directly see her bra and panties. If she didn't sleep well the night before and tossed and turned, it wouldn't be a problem to peek at the softness of her breasts through the slits in her bra; sometimes you could even see her nipples! However, I've never touched her alluring body. After all that yelling, making a move would be suicidal.

Actually, even when my sister gets up, she doesn't seem to care about me, her younger brother (our parents are always busy with work and rarely home). She gets up dressed lightly, without trying to cover herself or chase me away. But that means I can't openly stare at her beautiful body! Oh! That snow-white, delicate skin, those full, perky, and perfectly proportioned breasts, that slender waist, those long legs, that captivating face… I truly envy my future brother-in-law. Having such a beauty by my side would be a great joy in life!

From a young age, I've wondered if I'm really my parents' biological child. My sister is 173cm tall, beautiful, academically gifted, and gentle yet capable. And me? 160cm, unremarkable in appearance, and rather slovenly, standing next to my sister, I'd immediately be mistaken for Snow White and a dwarf. My only redeeming quality is probably that I can barely keep up with her academic performance.

I feigned impatience, opened my sister's door, and entered her private world… As usual, my sister was lazing in bed. As usual, she had the blankets kicked far away. If anyone said my sister was a perfect fairy, I would refute them with her sleeping posture… Actually, apart from kicking off the blankets, there's nothing to criticize, because what I saw was a sleeping fairy, with a gentle sleeping posture, a peaceful face, a sexy figure, and barely covering clothing… Oh! Brother-in-law, I hate you!!

I still managed to enjoy the visual feast... This time I didn't see her nipples... I circled my sister's bed, greedily admiring the perfect curves her tank top didn't cover... My breathing grew heavier, my hand trembled, reaching out, stopping mid-air in front of my sister's chest, then withdrawing, reaching out again, withdrawing again, struggling for a long time... I stopped, better safe than sorry. "Phew, thank goodness I held back..." I breathed a sigh of relief and blurted out.

"Good for you!" My sister, who should have been fast asleep, suddenly spoke!?

"!!"...

"So cowardly, how long do you intend to remain a virgin!?" My sister slowly opened her bright eyes, parted her lips slightly, and spoke in rather unrefined words.

"!?!"... "!!"... "?!" I still couldn't speak…

"Stunned?! It's okay, you don't need to talk, just move…" My sister said with a look of pity and resentment.

She took my left hand, which I had just withdrawn, and slowly placed it on her right breast. The moment we touched, my hand trembled, but my sister's body trembled even more. Neither of us dared to look into each other's eyes.

…I opened my eyes as if making a decision and began to massage my sister's right breast. My sister shuddered, then closed her eyes without moving, as if preparing to face everything that was about to happen.

I climbed onto my sister's bed, laid her flat, and then touched her breasts with both hands. Even through her tank top and bra, I could feel the softness of her breasts and their gradually warming temperature. I lifted her tank top and unhooked her bra. My sister obediently cooperated with me as I removed her protective gear step by step.

Now, I carefully admired my sister's snow-white breasts, for the first time, so directly and completely. Then, I reached out and caressed them. The warmth of my hands seemed to make my sister somewhat unbearable; her hands were now tightly gripping the sheets, and her face was even more flushed than before.

I don't know how long I caressed, sucked, and kissed them, but I began to remove my sister's panties. She didn't seem to object at all; her legs, which had been tightly pressed together, opened slightly in response. And then, in front of me was a beautiful, completely naked woman—my sister, completely naked.

I reached out and touched my sister's abdomen; the warmth made her tremble slightly, but I could clearly feel that she was holding back. So, even more certain that I would be saying goodbye to my virginity today, I ventured deep into the private garden between my sister's beautiful legs.

"Ah!" This time, my sister finally couldn't hold back, letting out a soft moan, arching her body, grabbing my left hand that was holding her private parts, and clamping her legs together! "Ah! Sister, you're hurting my hand!" I had to protest.

"Ah! Yes, I'm sorry... I hurt you..." my sister said, relaxing her body, lying flat, and slowly opening her legs. We didn't say anything more, and everything continued.

I continued to caress my sister's private parts. I knew that I needed to make the girl wet enough so that it wouldn't hurt when I entered. Moreover, I believed that this was crucial because, judging from my sister's initial boldness and initiative, followed by shyness and impatience, I believed she was trying to appear experienced to reassure me and let me guide her. However, she couldn't resist the pleasure, and her whole body went limp. Therefore, she was probably still a virgin. Although I thought that a beauty like her should have been constantly pursued by handsome and wealthy men, and should have already experienced romantic sex.

My left hand continued to caress my sister's private parts, while my right hand constantly caressed my sister's smooth, fragrant shoulders. My eyes scanned and admired this perfect work of art, but I dared not look into my sister's eyes.

I stopped caressing her, and this premonition made my sister nod knowingly and give a soft "hmm." Having received the final reprieve, I began to remove my clothes and climb onto my sister's bed, straddling her body between her legs.

Because of the height difference, we easily avoided eye contact. I began to kiss my sister's breasts, my right hand grasping her other breast. However, the more I tried to distract myself, the more I felt the presence of our intertwined genitals; the softness of her genitals only fueled my arousal.

My hot, hard penis urged me to quickly overcome my psychological barrier and take it to where it was meant to be. I knelt up, grasped my penis, and gently rubbed it against my sister's genitals, kissing them. This action made my sister somewhat uncomfortable; her lips were tightly closed, and her head kept tilting upwards.

I stopped… My sister glanced at me, then lay back down on the pillow, biting her lip, and said, "Hmm, go for it! Don't be shy!" as if it were none of her business.

I had long since lost the ability to think. Upon hearing that, I immediately gripped my penis, aimed it at my sister's vaginal opening, and let out a soft "Mmm!!" "Ah!" my sister cried out softly, her lips pressed tightly together, enduring my penetration.

A warm, pleasurable sensation enveloped my glans. My heart pounded, sending more blood to my penetration. I no longer cared about the possible pain my sister might experience the first time; I was only focused on feeling the warmth and intense feeling of being enveloped as my penis slowly entered her vagina. "Ah...oh..." I couldn't help but groan, because the stimulation was simply too pleasurable.
[The End]

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