Me and my wild sister (My scumbag life)

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My Slutty Sister and I (My Scumbag Life)

I was 12 years old when I started masturbating. I was very young then and didn't know anything.
I played games and made bets with the older brothers and sisters. I only knew that the penis was for peeing, and I didn't know anything else.
One summer, I went to visit a classmate and suddenly heard a noise from a room. I went to check and
saw my brother on top of my sister. My sister seemed to be enjoying herself. My brother was moving up and down, and my sister was making sounds that I had never heard before
, like crying and laughing! I was completely confused.

I pushed the door open and my brother and sister froze, their faces turning red. My brother said, "Let's play together. I'll give you some
milk. Don't tell Mom and Dad." I said okay. Then I saw my brother forcefully pulling his penis towards my mouth,
muttering something. My sister was playing with one breast and touching her genitals with the other hand. She said to me, "Brother really loves you
. I'm giving you milk. Now that you're here, I won't have any left." I was guessing what the milk would taste like when my brother said, "Quick,
open your mouth, the milk is coming." A stream of hot semen shot into my mouth. Having never tasted milk before, I didn't know what it
really tasted like; it felt astringent and sticky. My sister came over and licked my brother's penis, saying we couldn't waste it
. My brother lay comfortably on the bed.

After that experience, I realized I could have milk too. I kept imitating my brother, vigorously
stroking my own penis. Although it hurt a little, when I finally ejaculated, it felt incredibly good. That feeling
was amazing . From then on, whenever I saw a pretty girl, I would go home and masturbate thinking about her. I also fantasized about
having sex with my sister like my brother.

That day, my sister was taking a bath and asked me to scrub her back. She thought I was too young to understand things between men and women, but
I had already become an expert. I slowly scrubbed her back, gently massaging her breasts and genitals.
My sister moaned with enjoyment. My penis unconsciously pressed against her buttocks. My sister said, "You little pervert
, you've grown up too!" I asked, "What's wrong, sister?" I didn't know what was going on, it just felt swollen. I continued
scrubbing , but not her upper body; I only rubbed her genitals.

I could feel my sister's need; her juices were flowing down her vagina. Seeing that I was acting as if nothing was wrong, she asked
, "You're not as good as my brother, who always feeds me milk. Why don't you feed me some too?" I said I didn't know how.
She said, "Don't worry about it, I'll get it myself." Before she finished speaking,
she grabbed my penis and sucked on it. It felt amazing! My sister touched her cunt, faster and faster.

Seeing her wanton state, I thought I couldn't make things difficult for her. I kissed her breasts and
licked her clitoris. Her moans became more intense. My penis was throbbing, and with a thrust, I penetrated
her cervix
. My sister couldn't control herself anymore, begging, "Brother, hurry... fuck me... don't stop." "Harder, it itches... yours is bigger and better than your brother's!" I fucked her for half an hour, ejaculating inside her. My sister fell asleep comfortably
.

From then on, my sister doted on me, never letting me do anything, only buying me food.
After my brother got married, the responsibility of taking care of my sister fell entirely on me. When I arrived at the West Railway Station, I saw my sister waiting for
me outside the Xidan Shopping Mall. I walked straight towards her, and she saw me too, smiling and waving. She led me into a Nissan sedan
. So she owned a car. Does that make her a rich woman? A question suddenly popped into my head: even if she is
rich, what are we? I'm not a gigolo, am I? Being a gigolo is something I absolutely dare not attempt; I
can't bear the shame of being a grown man. I guess I'll just call it a one-night stand? These days, it's fashionable.
Who cares about one-night stands or multiple-night stands? Anyway, I'm having an affair with a woman much older than me.

I thought to myself, today I'm finally going to experience my first time, that tingling, numbing sensation,
and blood is boiling. I stole a glance at the woman and saw her smiling, glancing at me sideways in the rearview mirror.
My face flushed red, and a long, blank thought crossed my mind… We didn't exchange a single word on the way. I wanted to
say but suddenly felt incredibly stupid.

About ten minutes later, we arrived at an apartment complex. We took the elevator to the twelfth floor, went inside,
took off , and only when I stood up did I realize how luxurious the room was. The living room was large and bright,
with a striking, large, bright orange leather sofa and a wide-screen plasma TV. To be honest, there were many things I couldn't describe because it was
all so luxurious. I sat awkwardly on the soft, bulky sofa, suddenly feeling a little
inferior.

My sister looked at me without speaking, smiled, and asked if I was mute. I smiled back shyly. Two red clouds appeared on her
face too: "Silly boy!" She stood up and got me a can of Coke. I clumsily
opened it, and she gracefully sat down next to me, her breath sweet. "You're so skinny, you silly goose!" She
pinched my shoulder as if she were pitying a small, thin animal.

I felt a chill run down my spine. Damn it, I'm so useless. I cursed myself, took a deep
breath, and looked at her defiantly. If she pinched me again, I'd just grab her. But she giggled
, stood up, and said, "You're hungry, aren't you, silly goose?" I said I was. She said, "I'm going to cook. Do you want
to watch me cook?" I said okay. I followed her to watch her cook.

I felt the air was a bit stuffy, so I decided to joke with her. I said with a smile, "Sister, do you know
what the nickname for cooking is at our school?" She laughed and said, "Is it 'cooking rice'?" I laughed at her for being silly, "The nickname for
cooking is 'making love'!" She laughed in surprise, "Why do you say that?" I said, "We all live
in school dorms, several people to a room. Some students who are in love want to move out with the girls, and if they don't have
an excuse, they say they don't like the food in the cafeteria and go out to cook. So they can go out, and later a lot of people
went out to cook. But they were with one girl, and eventually everyone knew that cooking was a euphemism for making love.
"

The woman laughed heartily and teased me, "Have you ever gone out to cook with a girl?" I smiled mischievously:
"Yes, right now I'm cooking with a girl." The woman glared
at : "You bad boy!" I smiled and leaned closer, intentionally or unintentionally touching the woman's plump buttocks.
A soft warmth spread like waves, and I felt a certain part of me swell up little by little. The woman
kept her head down and didn't speak, just kept cooking.

I said, "I can cook too!" She seemed a little skeptical, so I said my specialty was sour fish soup. She then grabbed...
She picked out a fish for me to cook. Surprisingly, she had a large fish tank with many fish inside. So
I cleaned the fish, first removing the scales, then making a few cuts, salting it, and stuffing it with scallions and ginger. While I
was washing my hands , the woman handed me a bar of soap. I accidentally pinched her hand, which made her
give me a playful, smiling glare.

After all the other dishes were ready, I started cooking the fish. The woman watched with great interest. I
briefly fried the fish in boiling oil, added some white wine, then added water and simmered it until cooked. Then I placed a lot of scallions in a deep dish,
put the fish on the dish, poured the broth over it to remove the raw scallions, and added plenty of vinegar.
The fragrant sour fish soup was ready! The woman couldn't wait to try it, exclaiming, "This sourness alone is enough to whet my appetite
!" After taking a sip, she said, "Delicious, but too sour."

I said seriously, "This fish is for last. Most of your other dishes are quite oily;
this your appetite." The woman beamed and praised me, "You'll be a good husband in the future." I grinned mischievously
and said, "Am I a good husband now?" The woman grabbed her chopsticks as if to hit me, and I, startled,
grabbed her arm and begged for mercy. The woman squinted her eyes and said softly, "I think you're just a little rascal!"

Seeing the woman's captivating charm, I kissed her cheek. The woman said, "You're too eager! Let's have a drink
!" So we opened a bottle of vibrant red dry red wine. Watching the red liquid swirl and flow in the glass, I knew that
today, like this bottle of wine, I would be opened and no longer sealed.

When the two of us finished the bottle, we were both a little dizzy. My eyes nearly popped out when I watched the woman deliberately or unintentionally cross
one of gleaming white legs clad in stockings. The woman said,
"Silly boy, can you dance?" I said I could barely manage, so she said, "Let's dance!" She went to the living room
and turned on the stereo. The music was gentle and soothing, and the sunlight outside the window was brilliant. In this high-rise building, it seemed as if
the hustle and bustle of the world had vanished.

I watched as the woman bent over, her hips jutting out, to change into a pair of elegant, breathtakingly beautiful black high heels, which accentuated
her smooth, full legs even more. The woman breathed a breath that intoxicated me, gently leaning against my chest, swaying
her hips softly. I held this voluptuous woman in my arms, my heart pounding... As she touched me, a warm current spread through my body. My lower body swelled little by little, occasionally
rubbing against the woman. I think she might have felt it too, because in that unintentional contact, the woman's body
trembled slightly.

I held the woman's full, white, delicate hand—despite her large breasts and plump hips, her
hands were small, like those of a half-grown child, chubby, with fingers as sharp and tender as bamboo shoots.
My heart was moved, and I couldn't help but kiss her hand. The woman's cheek pressed against my chest, and she softly
said, "Silly, what are you doing?" Her voice was so soft it was almost seductive. I held the woman tightly with one arm, and she didn't resist
, pressing her full body heavily against me.

I felt like I was suffocating, so I lowered my head to kiss her. The woman's red lips parted slightly, and without hesitation, I
captured them. I knew that what I had longed for had finally arrived. I guess my kiss was very eager and rough
; I always wanted to take the woman... My lips engulfed hers, but the woman always dodged and resisted. I pressed my advantage
, and she buried her face in my chest. I eagerly cupped her face, leaving her nowhere to hide, and
kissed her deeply. Finally, she stopped moving, obediently extending her tongue, nimbly like a snake.
I, like someone grasping at a straw, swallowed it whole…

The music continued, the room grew increasingly quiet, only our breaths and heartbeats could be heard. The woman
hooked her arms around my neck, trying her best to meet my kiss. I suddenly felt like two dried-up fish, struggling for breath in their final
moments . To be honest, kissing is truly a wonderful thing. We were so absorbed,
so intoxicated, so passionate. The woman's eyes were tightly closed, a state of complete absorption.

I freed one hand, lifted her skirt, and slipped it inside. Before she could stop me, I
encountered a thick patch of grass. As my middle finger traced its path, I discovered what I had longed for… A long-drenched
swamp , a wave of humid heat swept over me amidst the woman's soft, sweet voice. I held her and placed her
on the large, soft sofa. She was like a desperate fish, letting me peel away her scales, writhing helplessly…

I finally saw the vivid, sensual scene I had longed for, so real, so tangible.
Wang Meiwen 's body was voluptuous, like a portrait of the Virgin Mary from the European Renaissance, a smooth, white,
lustrous surface, like a piece of warm, white jade. I finally understood why her breasts were so firm; their
size was a miracle I had never seen before. Even lying there, those two mounds remained exaggeratedly erect, two
agate-like nipples, the size of soybeans, inlaid with a deep red color, like a baby pouting its bright red lips,
playful and adorable. The curves of her full hips and rounded thighs connected so perfectly that they looked
like a smooth jade ball.

I felt as if I had suddenly entered a treasure trove. The place was filled with so many treasures that I didn't know
what to choose. I wanted to kiss her lips, yet I also wanted to suckle those two lovely red nipples. When I lifted the woman's two
fleshy legs, I discovered that ultimate, mysterious garden. Under the half-hidden grass, a glistening crevice dripped
a drop of clear nectar. I stared blankly, slowly parting her lips with my hand, revealing a tender, flower-like red opening. Then I
slowly inserted a finger, touching a soft, tight, warm, moist patch. I was stunned. Heaven had created
a woman's artistic face, yet it had also created this mysterious garden with divine craftsmanship… Besides staring blankly at
that exquisite expanse, I could only sincerely praise the greatness of God.

Seeing me in a daze, the woman gently pulled my arm and said softly, "Silly boy, stop looking, come on up!"
I clumsily pressed myself against her, and under her guidance, for the first time in my life, I felt like a warrior,
so brave and relentless, cutting through thorns and brambles, breaking through that barrier, again and again, enjoying it immensely! The woman's trembling, soft moans below
fueled my desire to conquer her. With each thrust, she cried out a plea, and I
felt a surge of pride, a sense of divine power. I continued my relentless assault, unstoppable. The woman opened...
At first, she readily complied, but later she became as soft as a helpless lump of dough, letting me knead her as I pleased.

The conquest was a long, arduous process intertwined with exhilarating joy. Just as my swollen
sense abruptly rose like a solitary peak, the woman hysterically cried out that she was going to die, that she was going to die. With her eyes closed and hands flailing
wildly, she suddenly pulled me into her arms, her strength seemingly coming from nowhere, like an octopus using both hands and feet to
hold me captive. She then began a rapid, vigorous struggle beneath me,
trembling with a long, startled cry. In that trembling moment, I thrust forward with all my might, a desperate gamble. A powerful force surged
forth , yet flowed like a torrent, and flashed across my body like lightning… I felt
as if Wang Meiwen and I were two snakes locked in a fierce struggle, writhing on the narrow sofa… When we finally relaxed
, the sofa was soaked, creaking to the touch. We slowly loosened our grip, and I lay exhausted on the woman's
body, one hand hanging limply at my sides...

Great post, sharing with everyone! Thanks to the experienced woman for her invaluable advice to children. Wait, is this two stories pieced together? I was devastated when I saw the brother giving me oral sex at the beginning, but at least she ended up with the woman. However, the part after the brother left shouldn't be the same; it's completely different. Honestly, this post is terrible. Apparently, the woman and brother slept together first, then the brother got married, and my chance came to continue the affair. The beginning was... well, you know... the brother giving me oral sex was a bit messy. It looks like two stories forced together. It doesn't feel real; the content is a bit chaotic. The poster probably cut it from somewhere else; it doesn't connect at all.

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