My sister and I's drinking pact [Full text]

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My wife's older sister's drinking pact

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My wife's older sister is a teacher at the elementary school next to our neighborhood. Because she's single and unmarried, she lives
with us. She recently broke up with her boyfriend, so she's been in a bad mood. She either stays in her room all day or comes
home drunk late at night. My wife and I always try to persuade her not to drink outside, saying it makes
her vulnerable to being raped, but she says we don't drink with her, which gives us a headache. Later, my wife and I discussed it, and since
her birthday is in a few days, we decided to celebrate with her at home to cheer her up. That day, we drank a lot.
I consider myself a good drinker, but I got really drunk. When I woke up, I was surprised to find a
fragrant . Looking closer, I realized it was my sister, only wearing underwear.

Looking at myself, I was completely naked, and a jade-like arm was wrapped around my chest. I realized it wasn't my wife's hand.
Turning around, I saw a sleeping beauty behind me, my
wife, who was quietly sleeping peacefully. How did we end up in our bed, sleeping together under the same blanket? Three people sleeping
together under the same blanket? Was this a dream, or real? I thought about it for a long time but still couldn't figure it out, but
with fragrant beauties in my arms and behind me, it couldn't be fake.

I was incredibly excited between the two beautiful bodies, my blood was rushing, and my manhood was so aroused that it almost
burst through my underwear. The older sister in my arms was half asleep when she felt something hot and hard burning her thigh.
She immediately woke up a bit and reached down to grab it, trying to move the hot thing away. She found it hard as iron and burning
hot to the touch. She was startled and opened her eyes: "What the hell is that?" The older sister
looked under the blanket but couldn't see clearly. She could vaguely see something, and with her heightened senses, she immediately
realized what the hot thing she was holding. She let go as if she had been electrocuted, feeling extremely ashamed. Especially when she saw
the astonished , she wished she could disappear into the ground. "You're awake?" My sister tried
desperately , but couldn't find a topic to talk about. Her face was flushed, her eyes were like wine, and her breath
was hot and intoxicating. Seeing her shy and charming demeanor, my heart pounded. I wanted to hold her, to
passionately kiss her petal-like lips, to savor the sweetness in her mouth… I gently moved closer. My sister saw me, seemingly
understanding what I wanted to do. With a touch of womanly reserve, she used one hand to resist his approach.

Yet, there was also a hint of joyful anticipation. Her small hand neither resisted nor ran away, but waited with a touch of shyness.
Just as he was about to kiss her, she gently closed her eyes, letting him be. My wife, behind me,
suddenly twisted her body, muttering incoherently in her sleep. Neither my sister nor I could understand
what she was saying. However, both of us were afraid of waking her and stopped in our tracks. Only

after a long while, when we heard my wife breathing deeply and peacefully, did we both breathe a
sigh of relief.

Both men felt a thrill of infidelity; their wives were right beside them, yet they were about to do something
behind their backs… The pounding of their hearts was clearly audible to each other.

The older sister gave me a coquettish glare. Her unparalleled allure made him exclaim that the legendary beauty that could topple
kingdoms was nothing short of breathtaking.

“You naughty thing, move a little,” the older sister said, feeling my increasingly hot and erect member.

Although we were both leaning back, it was still pressing directly against her lower abdomen, making her heart race with a burning
sensation.

The older sister was both shy and curious. She had certainly heard about what a man's genitals looked like, and she had seen plenty of
children 's penises. She didn't feel anything special. She occasionally
saw some obscene pictures during her investigations, but they were mostly of emaciated men, and those things were extremely ugly, making her feel disgusted. Therefore, she
didn't have a real understanding of male genitals and even felt a bit averse to them. The older sister was extremely ashamed. She really wanted to punch me, to show
her that naughty thing's indecent protest. A strange feeling crept into her heart. Why was this guy's thing so hot, like fire?

And so huge! She'd always thought it was about the size of a finger, maybe a little bigger. Who would have thought
it would be this astonishing… If she let it in, wouldn't her body be torn apart? Filled with fear, she quickly
moved her small, fragrant buttocks back a little, retreating from its rampant invasion.

The heat vanished instantly, leaving her with a strange sense of loss… She remembered the feel of it earlier, and
another wave of embarrassment washed over her. His thing wasn't as ugly as she'd imagined. Although it was hot, hard, and frighteningly large,
it didn't feel scary. "Are you really done?" she asked,
a little .

I wanted to kiss her lips, which were slightly pouting from her coquettishness, deeply; otherwise, nothing
could express my current excitement. I gently leaned closer, my target clear.

My sister felt a fire ignite within her body. Under my domineering kisses, she discovered
the exquisite feeling of being conquered. She realized what it felt like for a woman to be conquered by a man… and the more she resisted,
the stronger the conquest became. His domineering nature made her feel like a captive… Dizzy from the kisses
, my sister had a strange feeling, as if she were born to be conquered, born
to be his captive.

It was almost an instinct; she, who had never kissed before, could kiss without any instruction,
her lips and tongue entwined with his.

The world was lost… My sister's arms were already around my neck. She embraced him passionately,
responding to his kisses with fervor, offering him everything she wanted. Whatever he desired, she gave it to him,
letting him be frivolous and unreasonable, letting him demand so forcefully, letting him suckle her tongue and saliva… She
felt completely conquered, her very soul was being devoured!

A soft, blissful moan escaped my sister's nose—a breathy
, natural groan.

I took her soft hand in mine, kissing it from the palm, then putting her fingers in my mouth and moving them up her back of her hand
, across her marble-white neck, and finally kissing her earlobe. She was completely immersed
in the warm embrace, as if a warm current was flowing through her body. I kissed her ear for a while,
then followed her neck to her lips. At the same time, my hands climbed up to her breasts, gently kneading them.
I hugged my sister from behind, pulled off her bra, and took her nipple in my mouth, my
large . My hand moved down her abdomen, reaching into her panties, which were already soaked. My sister
breathed softly and said, "Please." I ignored her and continued to caress her full breasts, which were now
erect. I pulled off her panties, revealing her smooth, hairless
vulva . I loved this place; after being cleaned, it felt like a mouth. Approaching it, I could
feel the warmth of a steamed bun. Entering it was like entering a warm place, the tender,
warm flesh tightly enveloping my throbbing member. It was moist and
lubricated. Thrusting into such a vulva was more pleasurable than being in heaven. I then took her
tender clitoris into my mouth, savoring, sucking, and teasing it. My sister's juices flowed continuously, soaking
the sheets.

"Good brother, please, please, give it to me." At this moment, my sister was no longer
the dignified woman she was at school; she had become a crazed slut. I loved this about her most—she was elegant in public and domestic in private, and her moans
were loud and clear—every man's dream. And this charming little woman was moaning beneath me; how could
I not be aroused? I pretended not to care and said, "You said you're my woman." "I'm your woman!" "Say
you love it when I fuck you." "I love it when you fuck me!" "Haha, good sister, brother will reward you." With that,
I climbed up from between my sister's legs, pulled down my underwear, and thrust in with a few strokes, a soft "whoosh," all the way in.

"It hurts! Slow down!" my sister cried. But I had no mercy; I lifted my buttocks
and thrust all the way in again. After several repetitions, my sister's painful cries turned into pleasurable moans: "Ah...ah..."

…So…so comfortable…ah…” My sister’s mouth opened slightly, and then I lifted my hips and thrust hard, nine shallow thrusts followed by one
deep one, then three shallow thrusts followed by one deep one after five minutes, hundreds of times, until my sister was moaning softly, unable to stop the pleasure, but
she dared too much noise, so she put her panties in her mouth to keep the sound from getting too loud, and the lustful fluid in her vagina was also flowing endlessly,
making a gurgling sound. Finally, as the climax approached, my sister tightly wrapped her legs around my waist, and with my rapid thrusting, we both
reached climax.

Just then, my wife seemed to be waking up again, and we were startled. My sister quickly grabbed her clothes and went out.
After a while, my wife woke up and asked, “Honey, why does it smell like lustful fluid?” I said, “It’s
what we did last night, three times!” “Really? I don’t remember.” “You drank too much yesterday,
you were very crazy.” “Where is my sister?” “In her room?” “Oh!” After that, we got up, and
when we went out, my sister had already changed her clothes and was getting ready to go to work. My sister, full of dew, was like a flower after the rain,
with delicate moisture. She was in a good mood, so she dressed sexily. A V-neck top, a beige skirt, and purple
high heels —walking into the campus, she immediately attracted the attention of countless lecherous men.

In the days that followed, we would always use various methods to get my wife drunk, and then happily
make love.

If only I had an older sister, I would definitely get her into bed step by step, thinking she was my real sister. Siblings are definitely more exciting. In the days that followed, we would always use various methods to get my wife drunk, and then happily
make love. Truly blessed to have such a sister-in-law! "Envy, jealousy, and hatred!" "Slowly developing into a threesome!" "The poster is so lucky, but the story is a bit short, not enough!"

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