I couldn't control myself and finally had sex with my own sister (1-4) [Full Story]

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I couldn't control myself and finally had sex with my sister.

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? ? Brief Chapter 1

? ? To put it simply, my half-sister, who is 7 years younger than me, and I've always had a good relationship since childhood. We
bathed and slept together. At that time, I was young and didn't have any romantic feelings for my sister, but I often looked at her genitals while bathing,
just out of curiosity. We lived a peaceful life like this. When I got to high school, I just thought my sister had become prettier,
but I didn't have any romantic feelings for her because I had a girlfriend at the time. So I used all my energy and scheming to explore my
girlfriend 's body and neglected my sister. At that time, my sister was often angry with me, but I didn't understand why
and I didn't pay attention until I went to college.

When I went home for Chinese New Year during my freshman year, my younger sister still ignored me. But since we hadn't seen each other for half a year, I could tell she
was quite looking forward to my return. Because it was winter, everyone was bundled up, so I didn't notice any changes in her. I
just felt she had grown taller and was still as pretty as ever. I won't boast about how handsome I am here,
after all, we're all of the same blood. I rushed back to have sex with my high school girlfriend, but it was also the last
winter break of our crazy sex life. Because I later found out she was cheating on me, I decisively broke up with her. Mainly, I was tired of her, so
I didn't feel much pain, but more of a defeat in my self-esteem. That's how my second semester of freshman year began.

Summer vacation arrived, time to go home. Half a year of being a loser had left me sexually aroused. On the way home, I
sighed with disappointment. I got home but had no girlfriend. It was a summer vacation I had no expectations for. I just wanted to see my family; after all, home is the best place. The moment
I entered the door , there was my younger sister, about 165 cm tall. She'd grown taller, and because of the heat, she was wearing a
short white dress. Her long, slender legs and hands were fair with a hint of pink. The biggest change was in her breasts; they were no longer
concealable, now the size of small bowls. The white dress couldn't
hide them, especially since she wasn't wearing a bra. The nipples and the curves of her breasts were clearly visible, even though the dress tightly covered them. Her underwear
was black, which I saw. Since only my mother and sister lived at home, and my stepfather had other women, I
won't explain, so their attire was normal. While I was still dazed, my sister grabbed my
hand and dragged me to the dining room. There was a table full of delicious food. My sister said, "Brother, we've finished eating. It's good for our appetites." I said, "What?
What ?" My sister replied, "Didn't you break up with your boyfriend? I know everything. You don't need to pretend to be happy." I was speechless.
She understood that too. My mother was standing there silently, probably not knowing how to comfort me, just urging me to eat. As I ate,
my eyes welled up with tears. Don't misunderstand, it was just the feeling of home, not because of the breakup. Then my sister started crying too,
frantically piling food onto my plate. I was stunned. They probably all misunderstood. After dinner, I noticed my sister's
unusual warmth. I hadn't felt this way in years. Since I started high school, she had always been cold to me. It seems she was being nice to me out of pity for my breakup and to avoid hurting me. Oh
well, I'll just continue pretending to be sad. It won't hurt me . I'll just try
to get along well this summer.

After dinner, I went back to my room and, feeling utterly bored, turned on the computer. I reminisced about my childhood, thinking
how wonderful home was. I opened QQ and saw a bunch of messages. Just then, my sister came in. "Brother, you use QQ too? Add me, add me
!" I reluctantly agreed. Curious, I asked, "What's wrong with you lately? Your temper has gotten so much better. I used to
be terrified of you." She replied, "Nothing, just trying to cheer you up, that's all." As we chatted, I suddenly noticed my sister
sitting on my bed with her knees drawn up, completely unguarded. Her black underwear and the top of her fair thighs were right in front of me. I
immediately got an erection, but the computer desk thankfully covered my bulging genitals. I
couldn't , so I pretended to browse the internet, using the opportunity to peek at my sister's underwear. My sister obediently sat next to me watching me
surf the internet. There was only one computer in the house, which I monopolized. My sister stayed next to me the whole time, which didn't surprise me. I stared at black underwear
for half an hour , but I didn't make any progress. It was my own sister, so I lost interest and got tired.
I went to take a shower and let her have her way. It's a habit in boys' dorms
to wear a towel after showering, hehe, I'm used to it. When I came back, I was about to change into my pajama bottoms when I suddenly remembered that there was a sister next to me. "Sis, go out for a bit, I need to change."
My sister said, "You change, I'm online." I thought about it and realized that made sense. When did she become so reserved? So I turned my back
to change my shorts. Halfway through, I saw my sister in the full-length mirror on the side, turning her head to look at me. I was a little
confused , but too embarrassed to call her out. I casually finished the rest of the process and said, "It's your turn to shower,
let me have my way." Then I saw my sister take my towel and leave. Ugh, she used my towel? Ugh, back to browsing the internet...
Oh no, I forgot to put my change of underwear in the washing machine! My sister will kill me if she sees this. I immediately rushed out to get
it before she showered, but... it was too late. I could already sense someone in the bathroom. I cautiously
checked the situation; the bathroom door was half open, so she probably hadn't started showering yet. I sneaked in to take the dirty clothes, and
there was my sister, her fair skin and delicate figure, completely naked in front of me with her back to me. She seemed to be holding my underwear in her arms. I
thought she was going to wash it for me, but suddenly she brought the underwear close to her face, and it looked like she was crying. I
didn't have time to peek at my sister's naked body. I quietly left the bathroom, went back to my room, closed the door, and pondered
this unbelievable scene. My mind was buzzing. Even though I've been a loser for the past six months... Having encountered countless Japanese AV
and uncensored Western videos, the perverted nature of the Japanese has made me slightly yearn for a sibling relationship. But it's just a thought; after all, it's real life.
To verify this, I started checking the only computer in the house. Half an hour later, the result was astonishing. Her QQ signature
was full of things like "I miss you," but there was no male protagonist, only "he" used as a substitute.
The key to confirming that "he" was me was a signature, today's signature: "I've waited so long, he's coming back today, I miss
him." At that moment, I was certain my sister liked me. My current emotions are happiness and excitement, tinged with a slight sense of incestuous
guilt . In short, it's a good thing because my sister has developed a body that interests me. My mind is a mess;
I have no plans or ideas. I'll calm down for now and let things take their course.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. I took a deep breath and calmly opened it, because I knew it was my sister. Oh my god,
she was wearing a dress-like nightgown, but this time it was a looser style with a low neckline and large openings under the armpits. It looked
normal , but I knew in my heart that if she bent over or lowered her head, it would be quite revealing. Perhaps because
there were only women in the house, my sister usually dressed very conservatively. "Aren't you going to sleep yet?" I asked.
My sister said, "I want to hear about your interesting experiences in college." I replied, "Nothing much, just an ordinary life." Suddenly, she asked me something surprising:
"Brother, have you ever had sex with anyone?" I was stunned for a moment and replied, "Do you even know what love is? You're so nosy.
So what if I did?" My sister didn't say anything, her eyes were red, and she left my room. What should I do now? I
didn't know myself. Oh well, she's my sister after all. I shouldn't be too impulsive. Thinking about this, I fell asleep.

And so, I found out that my sister liked me. After spending a few days together, we got along very well,
with an awkward, almost romantic feeling between us. These past few days, my mother was going to visit my stepfather and told me to take good care of my sister and
not to always run off to play and leave her behind. I started to get excited, haha, it's a bit of a melodramatic situation. Only when my parents aren't home
do I become bolder. My first thought was to peep at my sister while she showered, so I prepared well in advance. Around
nine o'clock at night, I deliberately said I was sleepy and went to shower. The process was very primal; I did it on purpose to arouse my sister's
desire. After showering, I just walked around in a towel, urging her to shower. She was very obedient and went immediately.
Maybe it's just a habit, but she doesn't even close the shower door? I waited until I heard the water running, then sneaked into the bathroom. I crouched down,
peeking half my face into the shower. A fair, white body, just like last time, was facing away from me. I
hadn't really observed it then, but this time I couldn't miss it. Perfect proportions. The dark area where her buttocks met her vulva sparked endless fantasies
. When she bent over to lather with soap, half of her vulva was clearly visible. No hair, just a captivating slit , but not an open slit; it was tightly closed, as if her labia were pressed together, very tight. Water kept flowing through this slit. I couldn't see the entire vulva, but this was the most perfect angle. Her breasts swayed gently, the nipples small, like mung beans. I couldn't resist. I wanted to rush over, grab her breasts, suck them, and then insert my penis into her vagina, tearing open her labia and thrusting. Finally, I wanted to ejaculate violently against her cervix. That was my thought at that moment. I'd watched too much porn, but this was reality. Real life, my real sister... well, let's just wait and see. My fantasy made me lower my guard. At that moment, my sister turned around to rinse the soap off her back. I froze, jerking back, but the bathroom floor was too slippery, and I slipped and fell. My sister saw me clearly and immediately closed the door. "Brother, what are you doing?" I replied, "I saw you were showering without a towel, so I brought you mine." Ugh, she actually thought of that! But I was only wearing a towel, nothing else. How could I give it to her? My sister said, "Thank you, brother, it reminds me of when we were little." At that moment, a mischievous thought popped into my head. "Sister, let's shower together, like when we were little." My sister paused and said, "Didn't you already shower? I don't want it, I'm so embarrassed. Just give me the towel." I was a little disappointed. I thought it would develop like a melodramatic story, with my sister agreeing and then we'd have sex. But reality is still the same. I obediently put the towel on the sink outside and was about to leave when my sister called out... "Brother, hand me a towel," I said petulantly. "Get it yourself, it's so annoying, I'm naked right now." There was a moment of silence . Then my sister slowly opened the door, poked her head out to look at me. I was genuinely embarrassed and covered my genitals. My sister said, "Brother, are you angry? Could you please get it for me?" I deliberately said, "Get it yourself, you 've been watching me since I was little, are you afraid of me?" My sister, on the verge of tears, squatted down, covering her chest with both hands, slowly moving to the sink. Then, with one hand, she grabbed the towel, quickly covering both breasts with the other, then pulled the towel over her chest and slowly squatted back down. As she turned, her entire buttocks and back were completely exposed to me, but I couldn't see her genitals. This squatting and moving motion... my shy sister... from this angle, I wanted to touch her genitals. I really wanted to. Her white buttocks, her adorable shy posture... I wanted to make love to her. I was determined to have her. Desperate, I pretended to knock over my mother's skincare products... I rolled over on top of myself and called out, but she didn't peek out. "What's wrong, bro?" I said, " I I really have to wash again." My sister said anxiously, "Wait a minute, I'll be done soon, very quickly." I was annoyed again. This wasn't going to be a dramatic scene. I was getting really angry. Whatever, I opened the bathroom door. My sister suddenly realized what was happening, squatted down, and yelled, "Bro, are you crazy? I'm not finished washing yet! Crazy, crazy! Get out of here!" I ignored her and started showering. My sister just squatted there, looking like she was about to cry. The funny thing was, she started her squatting and moving movements. I chuckled a little. Well, my sister isn't the kind of slut you see in dramas. That's what attracts me. Let her go. At this point, I just wanted to get clean and leave. My sister's squatting movements were almost outside the bathroom when she suddenly slipped and hit her head on the toilet. She started crying, "It's you! You bastard, you lunatic!" "I'm sick, in pain, and dirty," she cried, no longer caring about covering her breasts and genitals. Looking at her breasts and vulva, I felt both heartache and impulsiveness. I rushed over to support my sister, saying, "Don't cry, it's my fault. I was just teasing you, I didn't expect it to turn out like this. Get up, I'll help you wash. If you hate it when your brother looks at you, I'll close my eyes. Get up quickly." Seeing my remorse, my sister's anger subsided. She said, "Okay, I don't blame you anymore. I can wash myself. You should wash yourself first." I proudly helped her up. I could see she was still trying to cover her private parts. I held her waist with both hands, placing her other hand on my neck. The other half of her breasts pressed against my chest, her other hand still covering her nipples. This time, I couldn't hide her genitals; under a few scattered hairs was a small fleshy lump— her clitoris… I forgot to mention my penis was erect the whole time. Only then did my sister look at me directly, her face instantly turning bright red. She… Knowing what to do, I felt more at ease once I entered the bathroom. "Come on, let me help you rinse off. It's inconvenient to wash after you fell," my sister hurriedly said. "Then close your eyes quickly, I'm not used to it." Okay, close your eyes, I like closing my eyes. Closing my eyes gives me an excuse to touch the wrong place, haha, I replied. "Alright, aren't you annoying? You're even afraid of your own brother." My sister seemed a little guilty at this moment. I didn't care anymore. With my eyes closed, I grabbed the showerhead in one hand and prepared to do something with the other. I faked it so much that it was as if I couldn't see anything. I first helped my sister rinse her neck, stroking it with concern. "Does it hurt here?" Seeing that I had closed my eyes, my sister became more relaxed. She let go of her breasts and started washing herself, saying, "It's okay, I just bumped my butt and head." I rinsed downwards, my hands naturally passing over her breasts. I felt my sister shrink back a little, so I continued rinsing downwards, my hands touching her waist, her navel, and then, as I was about to reach her genitals, I felt my sister deliberately avoiding me and changing her angle. Before she could react, I gently and lightly massaged her genitals.

At that moment, all I could feel was that my sister wasn't moving, but she wasn't pulling away either. I could feel her convulsing. I
didn't want the scumbags in those AVs to just rub her genitals and tease her; I just wanted to touch my sister. I gently
washed her genitals back and forth, then moved to her buttocks. My sister didn't move. I squinted and saw her clutching her breasts, standing
stiffly. I stroked her buttocks and inner thighs, rubbing those areas back and forth. I couldn't linger too long, afraid
it would look unnatural, so I moved to her lower legs. Only then did my sister relax. "Brother, did you really have sex with your ex-girlfriend
?" Suddenly, this question popped out. I hit... I opened my eyes and looked at my sister; her eyes were red. I didn't say anything,
just hugged her and kissed her. She didn't move, she was stiff, but her mouth wasn't tightly closed, it was open. I frantically
swirled my tongue in her mouth, but her tongue didn't respond at all; she probably hadn't kissed before. I used my tongue to hook
her tongue, making it swirl with mine, and she started to respond more readily. She stopped kissing. I
excitedly kneaded her tender breasts with both hands—I really meant kneading, and I even tugged at her nipples, because they were so small
and slippery. My throbbing penis kept hitting around my sister's navel, because I'm so tall, 180cm. The penis
was positioned above the navel. No matter what I did, my sister didn't make a sound, just responding to my kisses. I
started caressing her genitals, afraid to use too much force, just feeling the general shape, carefully feeling the contours of her tender flesh and labia.
I touched and grabbed her buttocks a few times, feeling like two hands weren't enough. The shower was too annoying, so I quickly turned it off.
Now it was quiet, but the sounds of breathing and friction became clearer. I couldn't take it anymore. The area around my sister's navel was
already slippery from my glans' secretions. I stopped kissing her, turned her around, leaned against
the wall, squatted down, and parted her labia. I hungrily licked them from top to bottom a few times, then
carefully examined them for a minute. I remembered I'd forgotten to suck her breasts, so I turned her around again,
grabbed one side, and sucked and pulled on the other. My primal desires were uncontrollable; even incest, I had to fuck
her to the very end. I turned her around again, spread her white buttocks, and rubbed my glans up and down against her vulva, wanting
to thrust all the way to the cervix in one go. At this moment, my sister cried out, "It hurts so much! Fuck you! Men are all bastards, bastards!"
Such a domineering cry! I couldn't think straight anymore. A 15-year-old girl was standing naked in front of me, her buttocks
facing me. Her vaginal opening and labia were clamping my glans.
Even if I didn't push, my penis would push in on its own. I didn't care anymore; I pushed forward about five centimeters. My sister jumped up slightly, I don't know if it was my
thrust or her instinctive pain reaction. When her toes could no longer support her weight, her
buttocks fell back down. My glans was firmly inserted into her vagina, a
feeling of being unable to go in yet wanting to go in at all costs, a feeling of interference like several rubber bands tightening around my glans. Virgin, I had to
continue , to thrust, to push, push, push! "Waaah, you bastard! Why are you doing this to me?
Why are you all doing this to me?" I was initially not fully conscious, but when I heard the word "you," I
hesitated. Why "you," my sister... She was crying so pitifully, her toes desperately pushing upwards, trying to support her hips.
I suddenly felt my sister's pain. Was it related to her stepfather? Instantly, I woke up. I
slowly out. The moment it was completely out of her vagina, my sister slid weakly down the wall and knelt
down, curling up in a corner, muttering, "Do you all have to do this? Why, why, why, waaaah
..." She kept crying. This time, I really wanted to care for her, this sister I had just been having sex with. I
picked her up, wrapped her in a towel, and carried her back to her room. I dried her off and covered her with a blanket. Her blank
stare broke my heart. I kept slapping my face hard, saying nothing, just continuing to slap myself.
Suddenly, my sister turned around and hugged me. "Brother, don't leave me again. I'm so scared, so scared." I
hugged . "What's wrong? What are you afraid of? Brother promises you I won't do this to you again." My sister cried even more inexplicably,
shouting, "I'm not blaming you, it's XX who tried to rape me, I ran away several times..." He came to my room and touched me. One time, he finally tried to have
sex with me. I couldn't take it anymore, so I screamed. Because Mom was there, he didn't dare do anything. Mom seemed to
realize something was wrong, which is why she let him move out. Waaaaah… XX is Mom's current boyfriend. Her stepfather
has already divorced her. I'm holding my sister right now, filled with resentment. Thinking about how I forced myself on her, it might
have reminded her of her painful past, and I feel incredibly guilty. I asked with concern, "He didn't actually rape you, did he?"
My sister cried and said, "No, waaaah, he's so disgusting." I couldn't say anything, since I had just disgusted
this girl. I said remorsefully, "Sis, it's my fault. I'll go back to school early tomorrow and stay in the dormitory. I don't want
you to see this disgusting person again." My sister immediately said anxiously, "What? What? Are you going to go see
your girlfriend again? Can't I give her what she can? Don't go, waaaaah…"… I'll stop here
. The punctuation is messy, so please bear with it. This is a true story. I'll add more later when I have time

. ? ? Section 2

? ? "Brother, I love you. Please don't go looking for her anymore. I'm willing to give myself to you no matter how much it hurts, just don't leave." I
kissed my sister back silently and without guilt, because this was what I wanted. I felt no guilt, and I didn't
explain . I would do anything to get my sister, because it was through this body that I had enjoyed myself. I kissed her and said
, "Brother loves you too. You've grown up, and I can't control your beauty and your cuteness. So I
want to have you. Will you agree to anything I do?" Sister: "Hmm, I don't quite understand, but it really hurts,
but I'm willing, just don't leave, brother." I didn't want to talk anymore. I just wanted to devour her. Finally, I could openly have sex with my
sister. I kissed her and sucked her breasts gently. I turned on all the lights in the room and made my sister open her legs, so
I could see the walls of her vagina and her clitoris clearly. My sister's expression was that she turned her face to the side
, blushing, and kept swallowing. I scraped her labia with my tongue and pulled them apart with my hands. My abdominal muscles kept
twitching and trembling. She was wet. She was reacting? I quickly teased my sister's clitoris with the tip of my tongue. As soon as I started licking,
her legs seemed to uncontrollably begin to move erratically, and her hands were gripping her breasts tightly.
My sister wasn't rubbing her breasts for pleasure; she was just inexplicably at a loss, only able to distract herself
from the unfamiliar stimulation by grabbing her breasts. After only a few thrusts to her clitoris, my sister arched her entire lower body, her fingers gripping her breasts...
My breasts were almost deformed; the twitching and pulling made me realize how uncontrollable my sister was
. My erection lasted for about five seconds before collapsing. "Sister, are you okay? Are you uncomfortable?"
She ignored me, gently releasing her breasts. She felt completely empty. I held my penis in one hand and rubbed it near
her tight vulva. She must have just had an orgasm; the fluid from it was evenly
smeared penis. When I thrust, she bounced up and hugged me, but she didn't cry
or make a fuss, just made soft moaning sounds. This time, with the help of her vaginal fluid, it wasn't so obstructive, and entry felt
smooth , but it was still tight and squeezed, as if a membrane was blocking it. I knew what that was; I'd experienced it before.
I wasn't in a hurry; I couldn't hurt her. I just moved back and forth at a depth of about five centimeters. She started to lie down, exhausted
, and her hands naturally went back to her breasts, but she didn't exert much force. Is this a personal habit? My previous
girlfriend hadn't done this before, and these five centimeters of thrusting allowed her to temporarily enjoy superficial intercourse. My patience was limited,
and in less than five minutes I asked, "I'm going to go all the way in." My sister asked in surprise, "Can I still go in?" Her innocent cuteness excited me
even more . I withdrew my penis from the vaginal opening and thrust it in all the way to her uterus. My sister tensed up, her hands gripping
her breasts tightly, already bleeding and scratched by her nails. She couldn't bear it any longer and kept calling out, "Brother,
brother, brother , brother, brother, brother." I felt she didn't want to spoil my fun, but she was also in pain. "Brother" seemed
to mean "slow down, slow down, stop." I pried her hands apart and sucked on her breasts. She wanted to grab something,
so she grabbed my arm. I licked and sucked her nipples, squeezed her breasts, and swirled my tongue around. My lower body began to
slowly twitch. With each in and out, there was a sense of obstruction. Retreating was dragged by the vaginal walls, and advancing was blocked by the uterus.
I could clearly feel the granules on the head of her uterus. It seemed her vaginal canal was short, and I could easily reach the end of it, which
blocked my way. The penis only had the uterus left, an unexpected bonus. My sister started moaning; she'd been holding back for so long,
her sexual desire finally overflowing. "Brother, brother, it doesn't hurt anymore, ah, ah, um, um," she
moaned hysterically. The friction between our genitals had soaked both of our lower bodies. I used a towel to
wipe myself, noticing the pinkish fluid. My virgin sister, I wanted to fuck you to death, my virgin sister.
Physical possession wasn't enough to satisfy my desire for her; I also needed to satisfy my visual desires. Driven by desire, I spread my sister
's white thighs, wiped away the blood, and exposed her pink vulva to me. I thrust in and out, watching
my penis penetrate this virgin's gateway. The pull of my glans slightly tugged out
a few millimeters of flesh from the vaginal opening. The movement of that tender flesh excited me even more. I grabbed her breasts, grabbed, grabbed hard, pulled her nipples,
and watched my penis thrust in and out, looking at my sister's beautiful face, her expression of painful pleasure. I had a perverse urge to fuck her to death
because she was so exquisite, so beautiful... She was young and had a great figure. The whole room was filled with the sounds of "slap slap slap"
and "mmm mmm, ahhh." Not enough, I wanted to experience the structure inside her vagina. I pushed
my glans to the deepest point, rotating it clockwise and counter-clockwise around the vaginal opening. This way, my glans
could rotate and scrape around the cervix, feeling the protruding flesh bumping against it,
the sensation of it sliding in and out of the glans. I could completely feel the shape of the girl's cervix. But when I did this, she
started shaking her head from side to side. I asked, "Don't you like it? Can I stop?" She stammered, "It's so swollen inside,
so swollen. Don't rotate it anymore, my stomach is so swollen." I sighed. She thought I was unhappy and immediately hugged my
waist and kissed me. "Brother, although it's swollen, it's so warm, so blissful." I knew it wasn't pleasant for a virgin
, but I wanted her to experience pleasure amidst the discomfort. I admit I'm perverted. I increased the speed of rotation, pushing my penis to
the base... I rubbed the flesh around her vagina with force, inside and out. My sister, who had been hugging and kissing me,
suddenly placed her hands quickly on my pelvis, pressing against me. I felt her trying to push me away, but she didn't dare, gently giving
me some external force. She was no longer focused on kissing my lips, but on her lower lip, enduring the "mmm" sounds.
What a considerate girl, she would endure anything to satisfy me. I couldn't think of any more ways to play with this
body . Suddenly, I had a sudden idea. The hand that was pulling my nipples suddenly reached down to my genitals, pinching my clitoris with two fingers and pulling it left and right. My sister
suddenly looked down at what I was doing, unable to scream, and stammered out a pleading voice, "Brother, it hurts so much,
don't pull there, kiss me." I didn't care, and suddenly all my movements accelerated. My sister screamed "Ah!"
and pushed me away with all her might. My entire penis was pulled out of her vagina. My 18cm penis had been holding her
vagina open for more than ten minutes, and the moment it was pulled out, her vagina hadn't even had time to close. The opening trembled and receded,
losing its elasticity. It was no longer just a slit, but a pinkish flower of flesh. At this moment, my sister
truly cried, clutching her stomach. One hand reached out to touch her genitals, but seemingly in pain, she
only lightly touched the exposed flesh at the vaginal opening with her finger before quickly withdrawing her hand. She then covered her
breasts, sobbing, "Brother, I won't do it anymore, I really won't do it anymore. I really tried so hard to make you happy, please, please, sob sob
sob." I crawled towards my sister with my erect penis facing her. Upon seeing my penis, she immediately covered
her genitals with one hand and pulled back. At that moment, all I wanted was to ejaculate; I couldn't hear anything else. Her pitiful behavior
excited me to the point of inhumanity. I pulled her hand away, intending to continue inserting my penis into her vagina. Being so
forcefully pulled away, her twisting hips made it impossible to aim at the vaginal opening. Her crying, screaming, and struggling annoyed me.
I shouted, "You're not doing anything!" "Love me, it hurts so much, even my ex-girlfriend didn't treat me like this!" Suddenly,
my sister quieted down, stopped struggling, and just cried. I knew she was willing. I eagerly spread
her legs, ready to continue inserting into her vagina. "Brother, can I give you oral sex? I really can't do it anymore, it's
so hot down there, my stomach hurts a little." I said in surprise, "You know how to give oral sex? How do you know?" My sister said,
"You have it on your computer, I secretly looked." Ugh… Okay, since things have come to this, I wanted to try giving my sister
oral sex too. I told her to lie down and open her mouth. Like doing a push-up, I thrust my penis into
her mouth. My sister closed her eyes and didn't move. I impulsively thrust in hard, and my sister suddenly closed her mouth tightly.
My glans was scraped by her teeth, it wasn't very enjoyable. I immediately pulled out. My crying sister said, "I
miss Mom, I want to call Mom." I felt a little disappointed. It's true that human nature won't recover until this semen is ejaculated.
"Okay, little sister, you can touch yourself, and I'll just watch." My sister
nodded helplessly, awkwardly making some not-so-seductive poses. But her beauty, her
body , and her pitiful expression were enough for me to vent. I started masturbating wildly, my other hand frantically caressing
every part of her body. She reluctantly touched her breasts, but I found it too monotonous. I told her to touch her genitals
. She reluctantly placed her hand on her labia and remained motionless. Innocence is the purest form of purity. It was so stimulating! I knew
I was about to ejaculate. I told her to quickly open her legs and spread her labia. She seemed not to understand me. I
immediately frantically helped her into the seductive poses I needed, pointing my glans towards her vaginal opening. Finally, I ejaculated. Because it had been pent up
for so long, I ejaculated onto her breasts, and the rest onto her entire vulva. Not much reached the vaginal opening. Seeing
this 15-year-old vulva covered in semen, I suddenly wickedly scraped the area around her vulva. The sperm reached the vaginal opening, and I
thrust in unexpectedly, penetrating all the way to the bottom. My sister's head suddenly jerked up, bumping into me, but she couldn't
break free because I was pressing down on her, my penis trapped inside. A loud, aggrieved cry erupted. I
hugged her tightly and said, "I've always loved you, but because you're my sister, I never dared to think about it. Today, I
can love you openly and honestly." Hearing this, her cries turned into gentle sobs, and
she clung to me tightly. Since I wasn't moving, she didn't cry out in pain. Holding her like this, I waited for my penis to soften,
then slowly withdrew. I could see she was still very nervous, watching me pull out. I
gently cleaned the semen from her vulva. The contractions of her abdomen and the closing of her vaginal opening transformed this girl into a woman.
Holding my cleaned-up sister, we fell asleep… This mundane life prompted me to write another section. The subsequent
developments are a reflection of life. I hope you enjoy it

! Section 3

? In the morning, the usual routine is to have sex again. Actually, I wanted to too, since I was already hard. I could only
admire her fair and tender body. I wasn't as bold after waking up; I didn't even dare to touch her. I just secretly
peeked at her every organ. Her eyes were a little puffy because she cried last night. Her side-lying position made her breasts
appear even larger, and the scratches from her fingers were clearly visible. This was her unconscious instinctive reaction;
I didn't do it. Her nipples were slightly indented, beautiful colostrum. Her lower body was covered. I gently pulled
the blanket back, but with her legs pressed together, I couldn't see her vulva from the front. I could only run to the foot of the bed to see her injured
vulva . The words "right" immediately turned into "black fungus." Thinking about it, it was kind of funny. Because of her thighs being pressed together, I could only... Seeing her
labia pressed together, I couldn't see the pink inner flesh at all, but the semen stains from last night remained near
her labia . At this moment, I was just admiring this girl's body and started masturbating. There was no physical contact, just pure
admiration and masturbation. Soon I couldn't hold back anymore and was about to ejaculate. My perverted mind still made me ejaculate
on her buttocks. The semen flowed down half of her buttocks to her labia and stopped. When it flowed enough
, it reached the protruding part of her labia and flowed into the crevice. Then the semen stopped flowing and gathered in the crevice.
When there was enough again, it flowed down the crevice diagonally towards her clitoris. Because her inner thighs were clenched too tightly, it
finally flowed down her inner thighs and onto the sheets. This process usually happens... I'd only ever seen close-up
shots , but today I witnessed firsthand how sperm moves through the genitals of a beautiful 15-year-old girl.
My sister was woken by the movement of the mattress, feeling a cold sensation in her genitals. She touched them and cried out, "Brother, what are you
doing?" I quickly replied, "I didn't wipe last night, so I got up and saw it and wanted to clean it for you." My sister
's naiveté made me feel a little ashamed. "Brother, please clean it for me, it's disgusting!" Hearing my sister's offer to clean it,
I immediately grabbed some tissues and wiped her bottom. Just as I was about to open her legs and look at her genitals to wipe,
she immediately pulled her legs back, climbed off the bed, squatted down, pulled a towel over herself, and cried, "Brother,
what am I going to do? I'm being bullied by my mother's boyfriend, and now..." "I feel so dirty,
so incredibly dirty," I said, standing up to her and kneeling down to kiss her. "Even if you're dirty, it's because of me.
As long as you don't hate your brother, I won't mind how dirty you are." Ugh, how could I say something like that? My
sister wasn't dirty at all; I wanted to swallow it all. At that moment, she laughed. "You're the dirty one, brother. Seriously,
sex was okay at first, but then it really hurt inside. I don't want to have sex anymore. I hope you
won't force me. After all, we're still siblings. I just want my brother to love me, hold me, and not leave."
Touched, I hugged her tightly, determined not to hurt her anymore. A little emotional manipulation would suffice;
that , because I knew my true nature. After tidying up the room and the scraps of paper, my sister and I went in for breakfast.
Seeing her awkwardly avoiding eye contact, I quickly finished my breakfast and went back to my room to surf the internet.
For the next few days, we were both quite awkward, our conversations and interactions felt unnatural. Thankfully, Mom was
coming back , and I hoped she could ease the awkwardness.

Mom's return really brought a lot of liveliness to the house; there was laughter and conversation. Life went on like this for a
while, and my relationship with my sister returned to normal. However, physical contact between us still
felt little unnatural, but we both knew we cared for each other. As the new semester approached, my sister's anxiety
slowly surfaced. I knew she didn't want me to leave, but what could I do? I longed to be close to her and hug
her, but blood ties held us back. It was the last week before I had to go back to school, and Mom started preparing
many things for me. I saw my sister's worry and felt helpless. To cheer her up,
I decided to take her to the amusement park this week. Suddenly, I thought of... Here, a terrifying memory comes to mind. That day,
when I had sex with my sister, although I ejaculated outside, because I'd watched too much porn, I ended up
deeply inserting my semen-covered penis into her vagina, even trying to
feel the , and leaving it inside for a long time. Thinking about this now, I'm starting to feel scared. I can't possibly ask her
if she's menstruating. A ninth-grade girl should be menstruating by now, right? I hadn't paid attention to that at the time because I thought she was too young
to understand. Now, the fear is growing stronger. What if she's pregnant? My mother will kill me! I desperately want
to find my sister and tentatively ask her. So, when the opportunity arises, I sit down next to her and ask, "Sister, I want to ask..."
"That's an awkward question. When do girls usually get their periods?" My sister blushed and replied, "Brother,
why " I answered, "Nothing, I was chatting online on QQ last night, and a netizen asked me this silly question. I couldn't answer it,
so he laughed at me. Just tell me, since you're a girl anyway." My sister said helplessly, "Usually, it starts around middle school
, some even as early as elementary school, that's all." I answered, "Oh, so are you normal?" My sister blurted
out "Yes, I am." By the time she realized it, her face was already red. I asked again, "How often do you get your period? Or
does it only happen once in your life?" "My sister laughed loudly, 'Brother, you're so funny! It's only once a month!' I asked slyly,
'Only once a month? Where does all this blood come from? Women are so pitiful!' My sister quickly replied, 'You just realized?
Mom said women are the most pitiful, they need someone to pamper them.' I said gently, 'Brother loves you the most. When are you coming? I'll buy
you something delicious to replenish your blood.' My sister said, 'Don't go back on your word! Maybe next time. I already came last week, I'm
sorry to have troubled you.' I was happy, haha, so I told my sister about the plan to go to the amusement park, thinking she would be
happy, but there was no sign of happiness at all, she just nodded silently. After that, I wasn't really looking forward to the amusement park trip
anymore , and now my sister closes the door every time she takes a shower." Was it because they were so protective of me?
Thinking about this made me a little depressed. I should just go back to school and not think too much. Everything seemed
so peaceful. But one night, my mom was home. I went out to meet up with old friends and came back around
11 pm. My mom should be asleep. I had a few drinks, so I quietly went into the house, afraid of disturbing my mom
and sister. When I got to the bedroom door, I saw irregular lights flashing. I guessed my sister was online.
It wasn't surprising; my sister rarely used the computer when I was home. I'm such a loser! Just as I was about to go in, I noticed
a strange atmosphere coming from the half-open door. I looked closely and saw an ad I had downloaded before. The video
suddenly went silent. "Sis, what are you doing?" The same old cliché plot unfolded again. The difference was that my sister
simply squatted on the computer chair, hugging her knees, doing nothing, not masturbating, just intently staring at
the monitor. I glanced at the content: the female lead was giving the male lead oral sex. After one playback, my sister
rewound the video and watched the oral sex part again. I almost cried. How could you be so considerate, so
innocent? Compared to my love, your love is so pure. I only used your beauty as a outlet for my sexual desire.
I don't even deserve to say the word "love." I didn't want to watch anymore; it was meaningless. I barged in and turned off the video
. My sister was startled, shrinking into a ball, silent, and afraid to look at me. I said, "
What are you doing ? Why are you degrading yourself like this?" My sister cried softly. I angrily shut down all the videos... I deleted all the videos.
My sister was sobbing softly, afraid of waking our mother. I closed the door, not knowing what to say, and just
blurted out, "It's my fault for making you like this. School starts in a few days, so live well and study hard.
A pretty and smart girl like you will definitely have a bright future. I'm leaving now, I won't bother you anymore." My sister
's sobs intensified, and she suddenly blurted out, "Brother, I just want to do something for you. I feel guilty every day because
of . I tried to endure it, but it really hurts, I can't bear it,
so I can only learn this to make you happy. I can already sense that you dislike me, so I don't know what to do,
I just want to learn it well as soon as possible ." "Okay, make me happy, brother." After hearing this, I realized I had truly fallen in love with this sister.
There was no desire, no impulse, only overflowing tears. I hugged her. "Enough, enough, you've made me
feel ashamed . As long as I have you, that's enough. I don't want you to get hurt because of me. I love you, brother." An incestuous
love began to sprout. I didn't want to clean up this mess, even if the outcome was tragic. I wanted to protect
this beautiful beginning. Let the ending be shit. All night, I held my sister tightly,
and she didn't want to let go of me either. We didn't kiss, we didn't make any unnecessary physical movements, we just
simply felt the comfort and satisfaction that the other brought us. To avoid worrying my mother, I called my sister
back to her room at six in the morning. Before leaving the room, my sister kissed me deeply. I bravely accepted the kiss,
without any burden or filth, just kissing someone I loved. Watching her happily leave the room, I felt
a sense of fulfillment . This is love—dangerous love, reckless love, youthful love. For the next few days, my sister and I
happily went to the amusement park and many other places. What comforted me most was that holding hands and light kisses replaced sex and desire. Is this
me? I know not, but this is me loving my sister. At least for now, love is suppressing my animalistic instincts.
Finally, I embarked on my journey back to school. My sister and mother saw me off with tears in their eyes. My only
way is through QQ. The road ahead is still long, and this forbidden love has only just begun. Thank you everyone for looking forward to
the next chapter…

? University life was boring. Studying wasn't the main thing; online games, street food stalls, playing basketball
— that was pretty much my mundane routine. My younger sister from my hometown kept me company on QQ every day. My roommates all knew I had a
beautiful sister, and they all wanted me to introduce them. They just didn't know how much of a secret it was, so
I was very careful about our chat history. Maybe I was overthinking it, but my sister's messages on QQ were actually very innocent and honest
, without a trace of vulgarity. She openly expressed her longing for her brother. I was just overthinking it,
afraid people would see it and think something. Days passed by, and I kept finding activities to fill my university time. Because I didn't have
a girlfriend, there was a strange resentment in our dorm, full of losers. Everyone was extra careful going in and out, afraid of
accidentally running into a roommate masturbating—that was so disgusting! My loneliness accumulated day by day, and
I could only release my excess male hormones by playing basketball. Handsome me, 180cm... My height and
standard have earned me quite a few female fans, but all that's irrelevant. These days, pretty
girls all chase after rich second-generation heirs; those of us who are simply handsome are just the coolest among the losers. Loser
gatherings usually involve drinking at roadside stalls. Sometimes, I'd drink so late I wouldn't be able to chat with my girlfriend on QQ, and she'd always leave concerned
messages. As the days went by, those messages faded a bit, and I stopped caring so much. But my girlfriend's messages remained
unchanged Another night of roadside stall gatherings. Lots of friends, one after another, half of whom I barely
knew. A mixed bag of men and women. In the crowd, a very fresh-faced girl seemed to be waiting for someone. I paid her a little attention...
I glanced at her for a moment, thinking she might not be at our table, and didn't pay much attention. I just sized her up. Once
everyone was seated, we realized the girl was at our table—a classmate of my friend's girlfriend, a year younger than us, a
freshman. All the guys' eyes lit up. They begged for introductions, asked for her QQ number, her phone number—they
used every . She was a hot commodity! After all, this was a gathering place for losers; every girl was radiant, let alone a pretty girl
like her. But I'm just a show-off; I only care about being cool and didn't even look at her all night. At first glance, I saw my friends
there , happily toasting and drinking. Later, most of the couples left; we all knew what they were up to. I was also
quite tipsy. My friend's girlfriend came over, said goodbye, and asked me to take care of her classmate.
She was leaving first. Ugh, what a fickle woman! Leaving a female classmate in the thick of things! I angrily
said, "Are you two even human? Get out of here! If you don't leave, I'll get you drunk!" I don't even remember when that freshman girl sat
next to me. Everyone had had a few drinks. After standing up for me earlier, I figured the girl had
a crush on me. Under the influence of alcohol, we started chatting naturally. Some guys tried to harass me by offering drinks, and
I fend them off for her. The guys, seeing how cool I was, were glaring at me with hostility, wishing I'd drink myself to death.
One drink after another , the girl saw I couldn't keep up and started drinking for me, letting me rest. Looks like
I was just being presumptuous; she probably can't hold her liquor as well as I could. She was having a great
time with the guys; she's really popular ! Everyone's having fun... We had a lot of fun, but towards the end everyone was really drunk and incoherent.
The broken bottles scattered everywhere made it seem like we'd had a gruesome victory. I won't describe the disastrous scene after the party. Just as my junior sister and I were about to say a proper goodbye, she
suddenly lost her balance and almost collapsed. I immediately caught her; she was clearly really drunk. I
volunteered to take her back to the girls' dormitory, and she happily agreed. We stumbled along,
halfway there, when we suddenly remembered to check the time. Oh no, the dorms closed at midnight! My junior sister stomped her foot…
"Oh no, this is so annoying, what should I do?" At this moment, my lower body started to take over thinking from my brain. I
bluntly said, "Let's go to the guesthouse and get a room to rest. It's not expensive, only 50 yuan." I knew
I couldn't be coy about this kind of thing, otherwise it would be superfluous. Girls like to see guys be this straightforward and decisive,
provided they feel something. My junior sister's answer was also sharp: "Let's go then, otherwise we'll have to sleep on the street. Anyway
, you're more drunk than me, so who's afraid of who?" My cerebellum had successfully thought it through, and the two of us, without any formalities, helped each other to check into
the guesthouse. As soon as we entered, my junior sister generously lay down on the bed and suddenly shouted, "You did this on purpose!" "Huh?
Why not a double bed? Are you taking advantage of me?" I replied seriously. "No, there aren't any double beds left.
If you'd like, I can sleep on the floor," the junior girl said, perhaps because she had been drinking, her words were quite outrageous. "
Just kidding , this bed is big enough for several people. Do you think you're going to eat me?" I was laughing inside, but my hands were trembling,
because I sensed this was a sign that we were about to make love. I said naturally, "I'm going to take a shower first. Are you going to shower too
? Aren't you uncomfortable being all smelly and dirty after drinking?" The junior girl replied, "Really? Well, I used to smell like smoke
when I'd better shower." Wow, a nightclub girl? A trendy girl? Anyway, I knew it would be easy, so I
quickly washed up, wrapped myself in a towel, and came out half-naked. My junior sister mumbled, "Senior brother, you're being a pervert!
Police come and arrest me!" She was probably drunk. Afraid of disturbing everyone, I immediately covered her mouth. "Please
, sister, I was wrong, go wash up." My junior sister smiled, "Who's your sister? I'm younger than you, get out of the way." This junior sister
is something else. After drinking, she's a completely different person. The innocent girl turned into a tomboy. But I know that's the kind
of girl who's more outgoing, unlike my younger sister who's so innocent. That's what makes things interesting later. After my junior sister went into the bathroom, she
started throwing clothes out one by one. There were clothes all over the sofa and the floor, but I didn't see any underwear. I was a little disappointed. The sound of the rushing water
filled me with anticipation. I lay half-naked on the bed and pretended to watch TV. Ten minutes later, my junior sister came out wrapped in
a towel , very naturally and openly, without any hesitation. Meaning, "Senior, aren't you sleeping on the floor? Why are you on
the bed?" I was dumbfounded, and dejectedly prepared to get out of bed. Suddenly, my junior blurted out, "Little brat!" I'm a man,
am I supposed be tormented by a woman? Damn it, I pounced on her. "Who are you calling a little brat?" My junior was a little startled
and paused for a moment. "What's wrong? I'm talking about you, just you. And you're yelling at me?" We looked at each other for a moment, and then I
kissed her directly. My junior didn't resist; her tongue moved in response to mine. At that moment, neither of us
wanted to say anything. I pushed her down onto the bed, and we kissed passionately. The sound of our heartbeats and the slurping of our saliva seemed to be
clearly . I pressed her down and kissed her neck. My junior closed her eyes. I pulled open the bath towel, and her white breasts sprang
out. She was wearing underwear but no bra. I sucked on her nipples, my hands kneading them. It had been too long since we had sex, and
the stimulation was too wild, so my movements... Very roughly, no foreplay needed, I just pulled down her panties.
My junior sister was a little shy then, clamping her legs together. I said, "You're beautiful, just my type. I want
you, I really want you." Hearing this, she sat up and started kissing me. I was quite surprised. "I like
your type too," she said. This excited me even more. I didn't want to kiss her anymore, so I laid her down and started
rubbing my penis against her vulva. It was already very wet. It seems women get very wet easily when having sex with a man they're interested in. I didn't need
much foreplay; I just rubbed it a little, getting the glans wet with her vaginal fluid, and then thrust
in. "Slow down, it hurts a little, you're too hasty," she cried. I ignored her. I hadn't had sex in so long, and
my primal thrusting started immediately. Her vagina wasn't as tight as my sister's; it was still a young girl's
tender hole, so slippery and smooth. The warmth was incredibly fulfilling. For some reason, she insisted on pulling my head down to kiss me—
a random, French kiss, just non-stop kissing. I kept thrusting, grabbing her breasts and pulling them back and forth. I used
the same rotating friction technique I used on my younger sister on her. My junior sister immediately grabbed my buttocks and helped me thrust. "Is it comfortable, little
junior sister? If it hurts, you have to tell me!" She replied, "Comfortable, comfortable, I like you, it doesn't hurt at all. Kiss me, say you like me."
Hehe, this girl made me understand the differences between women again. After thrusting in this position for four or five minutes, I immediately
turned my junior sister around, without letting my penis leave during the turn. I had her lie face down with her buttocks facing me.
I thrust a few times like this, but dissatisfied with the dim lighting, I suddenly pulled out, rushed off the bed, turned on all the lights,
quickly jumped back onto the bed, and put my penis back into her still-open vaginal opening. My junior sister exclaimed, "How embarrassing, it's so bright!"
I said, "I just enjoy watching beautiful women make love, I like to see you clearly." My junior sister seemed very
excited, and she reached down to touch her genitals. She was touching my testicles, which was a first for me. She seemed to be
enjoying it, not just going through the motions. I also enjoyed thrusting quickly, no matter how hard or how much I
thrust. My junior sister seemed to enjoy it, without the pitiful, tormented feeling of my older sister, but it had a different kind of charm.
We had to change positions to make it more interesting. I lay down and let my junior sister sit on top of me. She skillfully squatted
down, grabbed my penis with one hand, positioned it against her vagina, and squatted down. With her moans, she started to
move on her own. Perhaps every woman's anatomy is different, I couldn't feel her cervix, maybe the position was wrong,
or... A mature woman's vagina is quite deep, so I didn't bother thinking about it. Technically, she was giving me incredible pleasure.
Watching this girl on top of me, grabbing her breasts, admiring her writhing movements, and feeling
the friction between her pubic hairs, I finally prepared to ejaculate. I wanted to ejaculate inside, to be honest, but my junior sister sensed something. "
Senior brother , don't ejaculate inside, we don't have a condom," I said cheekily. "Then let me ejaculate in your mouth," she nodded.
Damn, I love having sex with women like this. My sperm was about to come out. I thrust hard into her vagina
dozens of times, and she moaned loudly. I yelled, "I'm coming!" and she immediately pulled out my penis and bent down to take
my glans in her mouth. I ejaculated into her mouth in waves until I stopped convulsing. Only then did she rush into
the bathroom , seizing the opportunity. I spat out my semen. When I came back, my junior sister had a shy, slightly smiling expression that was very cute. I asked,
"Why didn't you swallow it? You said you liked me." She replied, "It was too fishy. I wasn't ready. And it was sticky. You
wanted me to swallow it, right?" I nodded, and my junior sister earnestly agreed, "Okay, I'll help you next time." We
showered together, chatting as we showered. It was very harmonious. Because we hadn't done it in a long time, we did it again in the bathroom during the shower.
This time, I deliberately ejaculated inside my junior sister, which made her cry. "Why did you do this? You have to take your medicine tomorrow.
It's not good for your health." I said, "I couldn't control my excitement for you. You're too charming. I like having
my semen inside you. Just thinking about it excites me. Don't blame me. Blame yourself for being too charming." At this moment, she kissed me again. She
really likes to kiss me. The girl I kissed, and we chatted until we fell asleep. In the morning, she kept her
promise to swallow my semen. Her oral sex technique was so good I don't even want to describe it in words. The expression on her face while I was giving her oral sex
was so stimulating, it felt like going out to a prostitute. She was very professional. Before leaving, we had sex again, and I ejaculated
inside her again. This time, she didn't say anything, just held my buttocks and guided me deeper into her vagina. That's what a
sexy parting. After some time communicating and looking at the photos on QQ, I learned she had
a boyfriend in a long-distance relationship, and she loved him. We accepted our casual sex relationship. The fact that she had
a boyfriend made me a little disappointed, but my focus returned to her. That way, I wouldn't overthink it.
Was this girl promiscuous? Was she straightforward? I didn't want to investigate further. After all, she really satisfied my needs, and she also
loved her boyfriend… The girl seemed to be waiting for someone. I paid a little attention, but maybe she wasn't at our table
. I didn't think much of it, just glanced at her. When everyone arrived and sat down, we realized the girl
was at our table—a classmate of my friend's girlfriend, a year younger than us, a freshman. All the guys' eyes
lit up. They asked for introductions, QQ numbers, phone numbers—every trick they used. She was a hot commodity! After all, this was
a gathering place for losers; every girl was radiant, let alone a pretty girl like her. I'm just a show-off, someone
who likes to act cool. I didn't even glance at her all night, just happily drinking and chatting with my friends. Towards the end,
most of the couples left—we all knew what they were doing. I was also quite drunk. My friend's girlfriend
came over and greeted me, saying she wanted to… She left, telling me to take good care of her classmate. She had to go first. Ugh, what a fickle
woman! Leaving a female classmate in the middle of a pack of wolves! I angrily said, "Are you two even human? Get out
of here, or I'll get you drunk!" I wasn't even sure when that freshman girl sat next to me. Everyone'd
had a few drinks, and I'd stood up for her earlier, so I figured she liked me. Under the influence of alcohol,
we started chatting naturally. Some guys tried to harass me by offering drinks, but I fend them off for
her. The guys, seeing I was so cool, wanted to protect me, giving me hateful looks as if they wanted me to drink myself to death. One drink after another! When she saw I
couldn't handle it , she started drinking for me herself, letting me rest. Looks like I was just being presumptuous; her
alcohol tolerance was probably higher than mine. She was having a great time with the guys, very popular! Everyone was having a lot of
fun, and towards the end, everyone was really drinking... I've rambled on and on, and the broken bottles scattered on the floor give the impression of a disastrous defeat.
I won't describe the chaotic scene after the party. Just as my junior sister and I were about to say our proper goodbyes, she suddenly lost her balance and
almost collapsed. I immediately caught her; she must have really had too much to drink. I volunteered to take her back to
the girls' dormitory , and she happily agreed. We stumbled along, halfway there, when we suddenly remembered
to check the time. Oh no, the dorms closed at midnight! My junior sister stomped her foot. "This is terrible!
What should we do?" At that moment, my lower body started acting up instead of my brain. I bluntly said, "Let's
go to the guesthouse and get a room to rest. It's not expensive, only 50 yuan." I know I can't be coy about these kinds of things, or it'll just be
adding unnecessary complications. Girls like to see guys be this direct and straightforward, provided they're interested. My junior
sister 's answer was quite sharp! "Fine, let's go ahead, otherwise we'll be sleeping on the street. Anyway, you're even more drunk than me, so who's afraid of who?"
The cerebellum successfully processed the idea, and the two of them, unconcerned about formalities, helped each other into the guesthouse. As soon as they entered, the junior student casually
lay down on the bed, suddenly exclaiming, "Are you doing this on purpose? Why a single bed? Why not a double bed? Taking advantage
of me " I replied seriously, "No, there aren't any double beds left. If you want, I
can sleep on the floor." Perhaps because she'd been drinking, her words were rather outrageous. "Just kidding, this bed is big enough for
several people. Do you think you're going to eat me?" My heart was laughing, but my hands were trembling, because I sensed this was
a sign that we were about to make love. I naturally said, "I'm going to take a shower first. Are you going to shower too
? Aren't you uncomfortable being all smelly and dirty after drinking?" The junior student replied, "Really? Well, I always smell like smoke when I go to nightclubs. I'd better
shower." Wow, a nightclub girl? A trendy girl? Anyway, I knew it would be easy, so I quickly washed up, wrapped myself in
a towel, and came out half-naked. My junior sister, still half-asleep, shouted, "Senior brother, you're being a pervert! Police, come and arrest me!" She was probably drunk.
I was worried about disturbing everyone, so I immediately went over and covered her mouth. "Please, sister, I was wrong, go wash up
." My junior sister smiled and said, "Who's your sister? I'm younger than you, get out of the way." This junior sister is really something. She's a completely different person after
drinking ; the innocent girl has turned into a tomboy. But I know that's the kind of girl who's outgoing, unlike
my younger sister who's so naive. It'll get interesting later. After my junior sister went into the bathroom, she started throwing clothes out one by one, covering the sofa and
the floor, but I didn't see any underwear thrown out. I was a little disappointed. *Splash* The sound of water filled me with endless longing. I
lay half-naked on the bed, pretending to watch TV. Ten minutes later, my junior sister came out wrapped in a bath towel, very naturally and openly,
without any intention of avoiding me. "Senior, aren't you sleeping on the floor? Why are you on the bed?" I was dumbfounded and dejectedly
prepared to get out of bed when my junior sister suddenly blurted out, "You little brat!" I'm a man, am I supposed to be tormented by a woman? Damn it ,
I pounced on her. "Who are you calling a little brat?" My junior sister was a little startled and paused for a moment. "What's wrong?
I'm talking to you, I'm talking to you, and you're yelling at me." "Okay," we said, then I kissed her directly. My junior
sister didn't resist; her tongue moved in response, swirling around me. At that moment, neither of us wanted to say anything. I pushed her down onto
the bed, and we kissed passionately. The sound of our heartbeats and saliva seemed clear enough to hear. I pressed her down, kissing her
neck . My junior sister closed her eyes. I pulled open the towel, and her white breasts sprang out. She was wearing only underwear,
no bra. I sucked on her nipples, my hands kneading them. It had been so long since we'd made love; the stimulation was so wild. With
very rough movements, without any foreplay, I directly pulled down her panties. My junior sister was a little shy at this point, and
she squeezed her legs together. I said, "You're very beautiful, you're my type, I want to have you, I really want to."
Hearing this, my junior sister sat up and started kissing me. I was quite surprised. "I like your type too." My junior sister's words
made me even more excited. I didn't want to kiss her anymore, so I laid her down and directly rubbed my penis against her vulva. It was already
very wet. It seems that women get very wet easily when they have sex with a man they're interested in. I didn't need much foreplay. I
rubbed it for a while, letting the glans of my penis get wet with the vaginal secretions, and then I thrust in directly. "Slow down, it
hurts a little, you're too hasty," my junior sister cried out. I ignored her. I hadn't had sex in a long time, and the primal thrusting started immediately
. My junior sister's vagina wasn't as tight as my sister's. It was still a young girl's tender hole. That slippery,
warm feeling was very fulfilling. For some reason, she wanted to turn my head down and kiss me. We kissed randomly, we French kissed. Anyway
, we kept kissing. I kept thrusting. Grabbing her breasts and pulling them back and forth, I used the same rotating and rubbing technique I
used on my younger sister on her. My junior sister immediately hugged my buttocks to help me thrust. "Is it comfortable, little junior sister? If it hurts, you have to tell
me!" she asked. "Comfortable, comfortable, I like you, it doesn't hurt at all. Kiss me, tell me you like me." Hehe, this girl made
me understand the differences between women again. After fucking her in this position for four or five minutes, I immediately turned her around,
without letting my penis leave her, and had her lie face down with her buttocks facing me. I thrust a few times like this.
Dissatisfied with the dim lighting, I suddenly pulled out, jumped off the bed, turned on all the lights, and quickly jumped back onto the bed to insert
my penis back into her still-open vagina. My junior sister exclaimed, "How embarrassing, it's so bright!" I said, "I just
enjoy watching beautiful women make love, I like to see you clearly." My junior sister seemed very excited, and she reached down to
touch her genitals. She was touching my testicles, which was a first for me. She was really enjoying it,
not . I was also enjoying it, thrusting in quickly. No matter how hard I thrust or how much I pumped, my junior sister
seemed to enjoy it. There was no pitiful, tormented feeling like with my younger sister, but it had a different kind of charm. We had to change positions to make it
more interesting. I lay down and let my junior sister sit on top of me. She skillfully squatted down,
grabbed my penis, positioned it against her vagina, and squatted down. With her moans, she started to move on her own.
Maybe every woman's anatomy is different, I couldn't feel her cervix, maybe the position was wrong, or maybe mature women's
vaginas are just deeper. Oh well, I was too lazy to think about it. Anyway, technically, she gave me an incredible experience. Watching
a girl like that on top, grabbing her breasts, admiring her writhing movements, and feeling the friction between her pubic hairs, I
was finally ready to ejaculate. I wanted to ejaculate inside her, to be honest, but my junior sister sensed something. "Senior brother, don't ejaculate
inside , we don't have a condom," I said cheekily. "Then let me ejaculate in your mouth." My junior sister nodded. Damn, I love
having sex with women like this. My sperm was about to come out. I thrust hard into her vagina dozens of times, and she
moaned loudly. I shouted, "I'm coming!" and my junior sister immediately pulled out. My penis immediately lowered its head and took my glans into its mouth.
I ejaculated into her mouth in waves until I stopped convulsing.
My junior sister then rushed into the bathroom, spitting out the remaining semen. When she returned, she had a shy, slightly smiling expression that was very cute. I asked, "Why didn't
you swallow it ? You said you liked me." She replied, "It was too fishy. I wasn't ready. It's also sticky. You wanted me to swallow it,
right?" I nodded, and my junior sister earnestly agreed, "Okay, I'll help you next time." We showered together,
chatting as we showered. It was very harmonious. Because we hadn't done it in a long time, we made some noise in the bathroom during the shower. This time, I
deliberately ejaculated inside my junior sister, which made her cry. "Why did you do this? You have to take your medicine tomorrow; it's bad for your health,"
she said. I replied, "I couldn't control my excitement about you. You're so alluring. I love having my sperm inside you;
just thinking about it excites me. Don't blame me; blame yourself for being so alluring." Then she kissed me again.
She really loves kissing. We talked until we fell asleep. In the morning, my junior sister fulfilled her promise to swallow my semen.
Her oral sex technique was so pleasurable that I don't want to describe it in words. The expression on her face when she watched me perform oral sex was truly breathtaking. It was exciting,
like going out for a prostitute. She was very professional. Before leaving, we had sex again, and I ejaculated inside her again.
This time, she didn't say anything, just held my buttocks and helped me push deeper into her vagina. That's what a sexy girl is like. We exchanged QQ numbers before
leaving . After some time communicating and looking at the photos on QQ, I learned she had a boyfriend
in another city, and she loved him. We accepted our friends-with-benefits relationship. The fact that she had a boyfriend made
me a little disappointed, but my focus returned to her. That way, I wouldn't overthink it. Was this girl promiscuous
? Was she straightforward? I didn't want to investigate anymore. After all, she really satisfied my needs, and she also loved her
boyfriend ...

Well written. Men are all a little like that, always wanting more than they have, but some women do provide that opportunity. The author writes very well; the plot feels very realistic, like a story that actually happened. The value of erotic fiction lies in depicting the real process of exploration and breakthrough, not just the immediate stimulation of sex. The younger woman's reactions in the story are natural and believable. If it were a case of lewdness and instant gratification, then the first time leading to orgasm would seem fake. I like this kind of documentary-style writing and look forward to the author continuing the story
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