[Twenty Years of Sexual Experiences] (Part 3) Loss of Family Bonds

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[Twenty Years of Sexual Experiences] (Part Three) Loss of Family Ties
The third part of my twenty years of sexual experiences: [Loss of Family Ties]
During the summer vacation of my senior year of college, I returned to my hometown and saw my relatives whom I hadn't seen for almost a year and a half.
The most frequent activity upon returning home was naturally a reunion with old classmates, but
I quickly grew tired of drinking and playing cards with my high school classmates every day. I told my parents that I wanted to go back to my hometown for a few days to relax.
My hometown village was nestled in a low-lying area surrounded by hills. Although it was approaching the 21st century, the villagers' lives were not
particularly affluent, but they remained simple and honest, with strong family bonds. After returning home, I spent my days
chatting and exchanging pleasantries with my uncles, aunts, and grandmothers. A large group of teenagers would surround me, asking me to tell them stories or drag
me to the river to catch shrimp and crabs, or to wander aimlessly in the fields. When no one was around, I would go skinny dipping in the reservoir. Life was
carefree, but I didn't find it particularly boring.
At that time, the only person I wanted to see was my second sister. She was my aunt's second daughter, only four
months younger than me. We grew up together and had the deepest bond. But when I was very young, I heard from the gossipy women in the village that my
uncle had found her on the roadside in the fields. However, my uncle and aunt doted on her, raising her as if she were their own flesh and
blood. None of the siblings ever distanced themselves from her because she was adopted. After graduating from vocational school
, my second sister started teaching in town. She hadn't had a break yet, and every day I would ask my aunt, "When is my second sister coming back?" My aunt
would always say soon, soon. Finally, one day, my second sister called and said she would be coming back the next day. I was so excited that I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. Staring at the ceiling, I recalled 　　some private experiences
with my second sister from my childhood . 　　I remember when we were twelve or thirteen, my second sister had blossomed into a beautiful young woman with a lovely face, a full figure, and 　　well-developed breasts. At that time, I knew nothing about sex, but every time I went back to my hometown, my second sister would play with me. 　　I couldn't help but secretly look at her breasts. Even though I couldn't see anything, just seeing their high, firm 　　outline made my heart flutter like a rabbit's, and I secretly thought: "If only I could touch them 　　!" Touching my second sister was a secret I kept hidden in my heart. During summer vacation, I 　　went back to my aunt's house, and my second sister was also on vacation. We spent all our time together. My second sister took me to the river to wash clothes, 　　to the mountains to pick fruit, and to the neighboring village to see a movie. On the way back from the movie, my second sister would always hold 　　my hand with one hand and hold a flashlight in the other, leading me home along the shortest path. That feeling was so comfortable; 　　my second sister's hands were so soft, and my heart was filled with sweetness. At that time, I was allowed 　　to sleep in the same room with my second sister and my eldest brother's three-year-old son. Living conditions in the countryside were not good back then. Although there were mosquito nets, mosquitoes still frequently bothered us 　　. Since my nephew couldn't be fanned while he slept, I often sweated profusely in my sleep. My second sister always took good care of me, 　　often fanning me with a palm-leaf fan at night to cool me down. Once, it was very hot and humid, and I woke up from the heat, tossing and turning, unable to fall back asleep. 　　My second sister also woke up. She carried my nephew to the innermost part of the bed, moved him to my side, and gently started fanning me. I 　　pretended to be asleep, squinting at my second sister. My second sister was only wearing a white tank top. Back then, 　　rural children rarely could afford bras, so they often just wore a tank top close to their skin. In the bright moonlight, I could 　　clearly see her full breasts, accentuated by her bent-over posture, and her two small nipples protruding from the tank top 　　. My heart pounded, and I felt breathless. I tried my best to hold my breath so she wouldn't notice. 　　Beads of sweat kept appearing on my forehead. My second sister took out a handkerchief to wipe my sweat, and I smelled a warm 　　, fragrant scent. A fire exploded within me, and my penis quickly became erect and stiff. Fortunately, 　　my second sister didn't notice and continued to fan me rhythmically. I closed my eyes and silently chanted, "Second sister, 　　second sister..." Gradually, I calmed down and stopped sweating, but my penis remained stubbornly erect. My second sister got 　　sleepy, her fanning slowed, and then she rested her hand on my shoulder and fell into a deep sleep beside me. 　　I gently moved my second sister's arm, but she didn't react. I was sure she was fast asleep, so I quietly 　　removed her arm and sat up. My second sister lay on her side beside me, and I couldn't help but look her up and down. This 　　sister, who had always doted on me like a younger brother, was now a 　　young woman who would make any man's heart flutter. My gaze lingered on her full, firm breasts. I could see 　　most of her breasts exposed between the straps of her vest, looking exceptionally white and delicate in the moonlight. At that moment, I didn't know how to 　　describe my second sister's beauty; I only knew that this was my favorite second sister! I slowly leaned down and gently sniffed my second sister's breasts. 　　The same warm, sweet scent that had just left my mind blank came from her 　　body. A bold desire tormented me. I couldn't resist kissing her lips without waking her. Then, I mustered 　　my courage and slipped my hand inside her shirt to touch her breasts. I was so nervous then. I only remember that her 　　breasts were very soft and elastic. I gently squeezed them, and then squeezed them again… Touching her small nipples 　　made my hands tremble with excitement. My sleeping sister seemed to sense something and turned over. I quickly bent down 　　, and thankfully, my second sister didn't wake up. She turned over and lay on her back, emitting soft, snoring sounds. I sat up again, 　　and this time I could see her entire upper body: one hand was on her forehead, the other outstretched 　　, her legs spread wide apart, one leg slightly curled, the other straight. She was wearing the kind of 　　loose, ill-fitting underwear commonly found in rural areas, made of floral fabric. Completely ignorant about women's bodies, I was 　　captivated by my second sister's presence, yet unsure how to approach her. I gently touched her smooth abdomen; she remained 　　fast asleep. I stopped what I was doing, tilted my head back, took a few deep breaths, and then quietly retreated to the foot of the bed. I gently 　　pulled up the leg of my second sister's wide panties, slowly flipped them up, and leaned down, but I still couldn't see 　　the mystery inside. The moonlight wasn't bright enough, and being directly in the moonlight, I couldn't see anything. I made up my 　　mind to secretly violate my second sister, and then I remembered the flashlight on the bedside table, and a surge of joy welled up inside me! I turned on 　　the flashlight, shielded the light with my hand, leaned against my second sister's panty leg, and slowly released my hand. By the light of the flashlight, I 　　saw my second sister's most mysterious part, but it was only some sparse black pubic hair and the...

A light breeze blew through the gap, startling my tense nerves. Thinking my second sister had discovered me, I immediately and
guiltily turned off the flashlight. Only the breathing of my nephew and second sister could be heard in the bedroom, but I felt my legs
trembling slightly. Suddenly, I felt a dull ache in my lower body, and my penis was hard and erect.
My guilty conscience prevented me from continuing. I put the flashlight away and quietly lay down next to my second sister.
Sleep was gone; the wind had started to blow outside, and the pomegranate tree outside the window swayed eerily. Lulled by the cool breeze,
I heard rumbling thunder in my half-asleep state, followed by the patter of rain. Then, I knew nothing more
.
When I woke up, my second sister and nephew were no longer beside me. The bedroom felt much cooler after the rain. I
lay quietly, my mind hazy with the shameful events of the previous night, and involuntarily began to curse myself
for defiling my loving second sister.
My second sister came in, carrying a steaming bowl of noodles, and said with a smile, "Lazybones, get up and eat!" She
pulled me out of the bedroom. After washing up, I picked up the bowl of noodles and discovered two eggs buried at the bottom…
That night, I couldn't sleep again, my mind filled with happy moments with my second sister from my childhood and adolescence. In
a half-asleep state, dawn broke. I got up, went to the well, filled a basin with water, and poured it over myself—or rather, splashed it on myself… The icy well water sent shivers down my spine, 　　instantly clearing
my groggy mind . 　　After a quick breakfast, I ran out the door to pick up my second sister! 　　I walked about two miles along the country path, flanked by cornfields taller than a person. The rising sun baked the fields, making them 　　scorching hot, but the damp, grassy scent of the crops filled the air. My mind wandered, and 　　I walked quickly, soon reaching the main road. Not far along, I saw my second sister walking towards me along the road. I happily went to greet her, 　　and she quickly ran over. It had been over a year since I'd seen her; she was still as beautiful and graceful as ever, and her figure had 　　matured considerably. She warmly took my hand and said, "My mother told me you were coming to meet me, 　　so I came out early. I managed to keep you safe at home!" 　　I didn't say anything, just gave her a silly smile. 　　We didn't walk along the country path anymore, because it was still early, and the narrow path would make it impossible to hold 　　hands. 　　My second sister and I chatted and laughed about the fun we'd had during the past year apart, walking at a leisurely pace. If it weren't for 　　the increasingly scorching midday heat, we would have lingered like that forever. 　　When we got home, I was drenched in sweat. My second sister, without even greeting my aunt, grabbed a basin, went to the main room to fetch 　　hot water, and then pumped some cool water from the well. She mixed it, tested the temperature, and carried it into her bedroom, calling out to me 　　, "Brother, come in and wipe your sweat." 　　I followed her in, and she pointed to my sweat-soaked t-shirt, saying, "Take it off, I'll wash it for you." 　　I took off my t-shirt, shirtless, looking at my second sister a little embarrassed. She handed me a towel, took 　　my t-shirt, turned, and left, closing the door behind her. As I wiped my sweaty body, I watched through the glass of the door as 　　my second sister pumped water to wash my clothes, my heart filled with sweetness and gratitude. 　　Lunch was the family reunion dinner. The whole family, over a dozen people, gathered together, making it quite lively. My cousin insisted 　　I drink with him. Although I'm not a big drinker, I was happy my second sister was back, so I readily agreed. We drank and 　　toasted for what seemed like forever, until only my cousin and I were left at the table. I started to feel dizzy. My cousin 　　's voice seemed to come from the ground; he was clearly drunk too. He stood up, burping and swaying, 　　and said to me, "I...I'm going back. You...you should rest...for a while too." 　　I got up to see my cousin off, my feet feeling like they had no roots. As I went out, I saw my second sister sitting in the shade under the gate 　　playing with my nephew. My nephew ran over and led his father home. My 　　second sister quickly came over to help me. With her support, my steps became unsteady, which I did on purpose. I slipped 　　on a small stone and pressed myself against my second sister. I could clearly feel my elbow resting 　　on her breast. She didn't seem to mind, half-supporting, half-carrying me. My aunt came out too, complaining, "It's all 　　your brother's fault! Once he starts drinking, he never stops! Now look at you, two drunkards!" I mumbled, "Auntie, I'm fine 　　, I'm fine..." 　　The mother and daughter helped me into my second sister's bedroom and laid me down. My aunt went back to sleep, and my second sister busied herself 　　, wiping my forehead with a towel and unbuttoning my shirt to wipe my chest, asking me with concern, " 　　Do you feel nauseous?" I shook my head. 　　My mind was blank, but I could clearly feel myself getting an erection; my lower body was hard and painfully swollen. I 　　was still muttering something, but the drowsiness from the alcohol overwhelmed me like a flood. 　　When I woke up again, it was already past seven in the evening, and the sky was still quite bright. I felt thirsty and had a slight headache. I 　　sat up, shook my head, and saw a glass of cold water on the bedside table. I picked it up and drank it down, letting out 　　a long burp that reeked of alcohol. Thinking that I was going to make my second sister's bedroom stink, I quickly turned on 　　the fan and pointed it towards the window. 　　My aunt told me that my second sister had gone out to see her classmates and wouldn't be home for dinner. I felt a little disappointed and told my aunt that I 　　wanted to go for a walk by the river. 　　The village was bustling with activity at dusk; people were cooking, calling dogs and pigs, and shouting for children to come home for dinner—a 　　lively scene. I went to the riverbank alone, lay down on the grass, and enjoyed the tranquility. 　　The sounds of the flowing water, the buzzing of mosquitoes, and the chirping of some unknown insects filled my ears. The sky gradually darkened. 　　Unable to bear the mosquitoes any longer, I got up and strolled along the riverbank. Suddenly, I saw 　　a familiar figure ahead—it was my second sister! Overjoyed, I called out, "Second Sister!" She saw me and asked, " 　　What are you doing here? Are you still feeling unwell?" 　　I shook my head and said, "I was feeling bored, so I came out for a walk." 　　My second sister took my hand: "Let's sit over there for a while." 　　She led me along the riverbank for about a hundred meters. There, we found a small patch of sand. We sat on two small 　　pebbles, enjoying the cool breeze and the absence of mosquitoes. "This is really nice," I said contentedly.

“This is where the villagers go on dates. Let’s just sit here for a bit, and then we’ll give it to them when someone else comes,” my second sister said
, resting her chin on her hands and gazing at the moonlit river.
A strange feeling welled up inside me, and the image of my intimate moment with my second sister that rainy night involuntarily flashed before
my eyes… I didn’t hear a word she said.
Suddenly, I felt an unbearable itch on my ear; it was my second sister tickling it with a blade of grass. I grabbed
her hand, and she chuckled, her sweet laughter making my heart flutter too. Just then, I saw a
couple standing not far away. I secretly pointed them out to my second sister, who quickly stood up, pulled me up, and said, “Let’s go,
they’re a couple coming. Let’s make room.”
We got up, waved to the couple, and then ran away.
We ran and played along the riverbank. I was about to grab my second sister's hand when she nimbly dodged it. However,
she slipped on a clump of grass by the river and lost her footing. Before I could grab her, she fell into the river.
"Ouch!" she cried out. She quickly stood up. The water only reached her calves, but she was
almost completely soaked. I pulled her to the riverbank, and she hurried to the cornfield. I followed her
. She waved to me and said, "Turn around, I'm wringing out my clothes."
I turned around and heard my second sister rustling as she took off her clothes in the cornfield, followed by the sound of water being wrung out and
dripping onto the ground. My heart pounded. A naked woman's body flickered before my eyes—it was my second
sister, yet it didn't seem like her. I secretly glanced back, and her body was faintly visible three meters away, her skin as white as jade in the moonlight
… I quickly turned back, my chest feeling like a boulder was pressing on it, making it hard to breathe. Then I couldn't help but
look back again…
My second sister turned around and our eyes met. She froze for a moment, and I saw her face instantly turn red. Embarrassed, she
turned back and slowly squatted down, her mind buzzing. The shock of being caught stealing left me at a loss.
Even in front of my dear second sister, the real reason I squatted down was to hide my erect penis. My second
sister walked to my side without saying a word. The brief silence felt like half a century…
“How annoying, get up,” she said softly. Hearing her speak, my heart finally calmed down a bit. I looked up
at her; her wet clothes clung tightly to her body, perfectly showcasing her full and graceful curves. Seeing that I
didn't dare to get up, she reached out and pulled me up. My unusual appearance was completely exposed to her. She
gasped and took a step back. My face flushed red. She stared at me, her chest heaving, and
asked with slight annoyance, “What are you doing?”
"I...I..." I stammered, but my resolve hardened after my thoughts were read. I grabbed my second sister and
said, "I see you, sister, I like you..."
My second sister was startled and tried to shake off my hand, but I held her firmly. She stopped struggling and let
me hold her hand. I could feel her hand trembling and sweating, and so could mine, but her compliance meant
I didn't have to worry about her hand slipping away.
Neither of us spoke. My second sister lowered her head, letting my burning gaze roam over her body. I pulled
her close and lifted her chin. She shyly avoided my gaze. I stared intently at her face.
Her rapid breaths gently brushed against my face, her fragrance like orchids. I was intoxicated by her beautiful allure,
my mind in turmoil. Thankfully, I wasn't at a loss, because I was certain that my second sister had tacitly agreed to my intimate request.
I lowered my head and kissed my second sister's lips. She closed her eyes, offering no resistance, letting me gently lick her
lips with my tongue. Her lips were soft, hot, and slightly sweet. At my teasing, her lips parted slightly, and
my tongue entered her mouth, swirling and sucking on her fragrant tongue. My body pressed tightly against hers, my erect penis
pressing against her lower abdomen. She instinctively flinched, but I held her firmly, and she stopped struggling.
My hand touched her wet shirt; I quickly released her, took off my own shirt, and reached to unbutton her
pink blouse. She trembled, leaning against me. I trembled slightly as I removed her blouse and placed it
on the grass. When I reached to unbutton her white bra, she grabbed my hand and shook her head. Looking into her eyes, I said, "
Sister, I missed you so much!"
My second sister lowered her head deeply, released my hand, and I unhooked her bra, setting it aside. I draped
my shirt over her shoulders, and cupped her breasts in my hands—
breasts that had once captivated and fascinated me… Although it wasn't the first time I'd faced a woman's breasts, because I was holding my beloved second sister's breasts,
my feelings were filled with more than just excitement; they were pure happiness! I will always remember how
perfect her breasts were that night! My second sister leaned softly against me, completely aroused. Her slightly parted lips brushed against my ear, her breath
tickling it and further fueling my desire.
I slowly knelt down, burying my head between her breasts. She frantically hugged my head, and I kissed
and caressed her breasts, secretly taking her nipple into my mouth! Oh, my dear second sister, I can finally
embrace you so closely! "Finally, I can have you..."
Second Sister groaned. I was also burning with desire. I reached out and took the clothes off Second Sister's shoulders and spread them on the ground.
I picked Second Sister up and gently laid her down. Second Sister lay motionless, her hands covering her eyes. I lifted Second
Sister's buttocks and pulled down her pants. Second Sister was only wearing a very short floral thong. I tried to gently take off Second Sister
's thong, spread her trembling legs, and knelt in front of Second Sister. Second Sister lay tensely under me, her
legs spread wide open. I noticed that my second sister's lower body was very different from what I had seen before. Her vulva was full
, her pubic hair was thick and slightly curled, and the cleft between her labia was tightly closed. I inserted my middle finger between her labia, and
a clear, lubricating fluid had already seeped out. I couldn't wait to pull down my pants and straddle my second sister. She
became frightened and pushed me away forcefully. I held her tightly and whispered in her ear, "Second sister, I love you, I love you, second sister..."
Her resistance gave up the moment my penis pressed against her labia. I grasped my penis and
gently scraped it against the outside of her labia, each stroke making her tremble. Just as her lower body lifted, the head of my
penis entered her vagina. I encountered resistance and suddenly realized that my second sister was definitely still a virgin.
Hesitantly, I felt a surge of emotion. My second sister's lower body writhed, her labia rubbing against my glans. All the blood rushed to
my head. I pressed down on her hips, gripping my throbbing, purplish-red penis, and slowly
pushed it into her body. Her hymen wasn't very strong; I broke it with a little force. She bit her lip and let out a long
moan, gripping my shoulders tightly. As I deflowered her, she lifted her buttocks to meet my thrusts.
My penis could feel how tight, warm, and incredibly lubricated her virgin vagina was. She was very tense
, her eyes closed, biting her lower lip, lying motionless beneath me.
I whispered in her ear, "Sister, does it hurt?" She shook her head, holding me even tighter.
To be honest, this wasn't my first time having sex, but being my second sister's first man made me incredibly excited. After
a slight pause after penetration, I began to slowly thrust in and out. My second sister's tension made her vagina grip me tightly.
The sensation from my penis was indescribable, beyond mere stimulation or satisfaction. I involuntarily grasped my second sister's breasts and
increased the speed of my thrusts. My second sister moaned softly. I only thrust for a short time before I couldn't suppress the urge to ejaculate
. I didn't want to ejaculate outside. At the moment of climax, I suddenly lifted my second sister's buttocks and forcefully pressed against her
lower body. The feeling of ejaculation was intense; my penis throbbed and contracted strongly. I could feel my semen
gushing out like a torrent—one stream, two streams, three streams, four streams… a dozen thick streams of semen sprayed
deep into my second sister's vagina.
I felt completely exhausted, collapsing onto my second sister. She silently embraced me, whispering, "Brother, I
don't blame you. I like you..."
My heart was filled with sweetness. Even though our first time together ended so abruptly, I was happy to have become
her first man! I wanted to do more, but my sister tightly grasped my
hand that was caressing her lower body, placing it against her chest. I gently held her full breasts, feeling her heart pounding.
It was quiet all around, only the sound of the wind rustling through the cornfields, carrying a slight chill. The moon had
disappeared, and it seemed like it was going to rain. I secretly reached down and touched my sister's lower body; it was sticky. I smelled
it; the strong smell of semen had a hint of blood. I put my hand in my mouth, but my sister noticed. She
pulled my hand away, saying, "Dirty!" I smiled and kissed her, saying, "Being with you isn't dirty at all."
My second sister's face was still burning hot, but her body was starting to cool down. I quickly got up and pulled her up, but she used her own
bra to gently wipe my penis. Then she wiped her lower body, put the bra back on, and picked up her clothes
to put them on.
The wind picked up rapidly, accompanied by rumbling thunder. My second sister urged me to get dressed, and we
ran back home quickly. Just as we reached the village entrance, a torrential downpour began. We rushed into the house looking extremely disheveled, completely soaked
. My aunt gave us towels to wipe our faces while scolding us for being out so long and not
coming back sooner when it was raining. I lied to my aunt, saying I'd run into my second sister while wandering around and asked her to come with me to catch cicadas. My aunt
started scolding my second sister again for being so inconsiderate and not caring that I'd gotten soaked. My second sister just kept her head down, dried her hair,
and went back to her room.
My aunt prepared the bathwater for me and told me to take a shower in the kitchen. I carried the water to the kitchen
/bathroom opposite my second sister's bedroom. It had just been sprayed with mosquito repellent, and the smell was quite strong, so I had to go back to the eaves, wipe myself
down with a towel, and then shower from head to toe – it felt great.
My second sister's bedroom was dark and quiet. I went back to the living room, grabbed three thermos flasks,
poured the hot water into a bucket, then filled a basin halfway with cold water from the kitchen, prepared the bathwater, and placed it at my second sister's door.
I knocked and said, "Sister, I've prepared your bathwater. Go take a shower." My second sister didn't speak for a full half minute,
then the door opened. She appeared in the doorway, her hair loose, wearing white pajamas. She
smiled charmingly and said, "Okay, go get some rest." "The bathroom smells too strong. You can wipe yourself down in the bedroom,"
I smiled and nodded, putting the bucket inside my second sister's room before turning back to my own room next to hers
.
I lay in bed, a mix of joy and worry washing over me.
I couldn't quite pinpoint the source of my worry, but I had a vague feeling that I would soon lose my second sister. I sat up abruptly and tiptoed to her door. Her room
was quiet. I knocked gently, but she didn't respond.
I knocked twice more, still no sound. Just as I was about to knock again, the door opened a crack. My sister whispered, "Go back to sleep. I'm tired too."
I held the door shut, staring intently at her, and said, "Let me in for a bit, I'll be right out!" We remained locked in this tense standoff for over a
minute. Under my persistent gaze, she finally gave in and let me in.
I hugged her tightly, and she rested her head quietly on my shoulder. We held each other like that, neither of us speaking.
The rain outside showed no sign of letting up, thunder rumbled, and occasional flashes of lightning illuminated the sky, lighting up my second sister and me, and
her bed. I lifted her up and gently laid her flat on the bed. Her arms, which had been wrapped around my neck, relaxed
. I couldn't see her expression, but I was sure her face was radiant with happiness and joy. I could feel
the warmth of her cheek. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was slightly rapid.
I unbuttoned her pajamas one button at a time and gently pulled down her pajama bottoms. She slightly raised
herself to meet my touch. I knelt beside her bed, caressing her smooth, delicate body. She gently embraced my
head, holding it to her chest. I pressed myself against her skin, intoxicated by her sweet fragrance.
She pulled me up and said, "Come lie down for a while."
We embraced naked. I took my second sister's hand and made her hold my penis. She shyly
buried her head in my chest, her soft hand gently holding my not-yet-fully-erect penis. In her warm palm,
my penis slowly hardened, thickened, and lengthened. My second sister let out a soft "Ah!" and looked up at me, saying, "It's gotten
bigger..." I whispered in her ear, "It likes you, it wants you, that's why it got bigger." My second sister smiled innocently, a
pure and beautiful smile. She lowered her head and stroked my fully swollen glans with both hands. I held her with one arm, and with the other, I
gently stroked her back and buttocks, feeling the smoothness of her skin and enjoying her caresses.
My second sister recounted how, when we were little, she watched me urinate against the wall while pinching my tiny penis. Her words were filled with tender affection.
The flames of desire gradually burned in my scrotum. I captured my second sister's lips with my own and kissed her passionately
. My second sister returned my kiss with equal fervor. Our lips and tongues intertwined, sucking, licking, and mutually stimulating each other's
desire and passion.
I used the tip of my tongue to scratch her earlobe, murmuring passionately: "Good sister, I want it, good sister... I want
you..." My second sister's burning face rubbed against my neck, responding to my teasing with rapid breaths, while one hand
tightly gripped my penis, kneading it incessantly; I held my second sister's full breasts in both hands, rubbing them vigorously,
my thumbs gently rubbing her nipples quickly, my second sister's breathing became more and more rapid, her legs tightly wrapped around me,
her soft body pressed against me, gently twisting, my penis was already incredibly hard, I reached
between my second sister's legs, there was already like spring water overflowing, my hand was covered. I wanted to take a closer look at my second sister's genitals,
but I was afraid that would embarrass her, so I gave up the idea, focusing on making love with my second sister. I rolled over
, pinning my second sister beneath me, and cupped her face in my hands, my burning gaze fixed on her eyes. Her eyes,
too, were filled with a fiery intensity of desire and longing. I gently kissed her lips. "Sister, I want you," I whispered.
She looked into my eyes, lowered her head shyly, and nodded softly. She slowly parted her legs,
bending her knees to encircle my waist. I gently parted her labia, my glans pressing against her vaginal opening. It felt
tight, yet lubricated. I grasped my penis and slowly rubbed it against her vaginal opening, gradually increasing the pressure until I
finally thrust all the way in. My second sister winced and let out a soft "Ah!" as she gripped me tightly, her hands digging into my
back until it ached. But the satisfaction of penetrating her body transformed the back pain into a pleasure. "Does it hurt, sister?"
I asked with concern. She nodded, then gently shook her head. I remained in the inserted position, letting my second
sister adjust to the feeling of her vagina being filled, while continuously kissing and caressing her breasts. Her body slowly
relaxed. I tried thrusting a couple of times; she instinctively clamped her vagina around me, but quickly relaxed. I
began to move my penis smoothly. Her vagina was tight and very warm, like a baby's soft hand holding my
penis. I could even feel the folds of her vagina. The bed creaked rhythmically, and her breasts
swayed with my movements. Drawing graceful circles, my second sister, new to sex, didn't know how to coordinate with my
movements, only blindly twisting her hips. I quickly found her rhythm and finally we could cooperate tacitly. My
thrusting frequency noticeably increased, my testicles slapping against her lower body. My second sister began to moan uncontrollably
. I caressed one of her breasts with one hand, and sucked hard and gently bit the other nipple with my mouth. My second sister
opened her mouth, frowned, and stared at me with a fire in her eyes, saying: "Good brother, what are you doing?
Are you going to suck out milk?" I was aroused even more, my throat felt like it was being rubbed with salt, and I nodded
vigorously: "I want to drink my sister's milk! I want to drink it!" My second sister cupped her breast and put it in my mouth, saying, "Suck it well, little brother
, your second sister is giving you milk..."
I couldn't control myself anymore and began thrusting at a rapid pace. The bed creaked repeatedly, and my second sister
tried her best to suppress her moans. I quickly ejaculated, collapsing onto my second sister, panting heavily. My second sister
held me quietly until I collapsed to the side, then took some toilet paper from beside the pillow and carefully wiped my penis.
I comfortably enjoyed everything my second sister did for me, and a wave of sleepiness quietly washed over me.
When I came out of my second sister's room, the rain had stopped, and it was cool outside. I tiptoed back to my room
, glancing back at my second sister as I entered and exchanging a smile.
That night, I slept exceptionally well, but when I woke up, I felt a bit of back pain, feeling both pleasant and somewhat
uneasy.
But in the days that followed, I seized every opportunity to be intimate with my second sister. Besides her bedroom,
the cornfield during the day, the riverbank at night, and the small mountain hollow at dusk—all bore witness to our lovemaking and our joyful
moans. There were no psychological barriers between us; she never refused my advances.
Given the right opportunity, I could be intimate with her anytime, anywhere. Even during my afternoon nap, I was completely absorbed
in making love with her, and I finally had the chance to truly appreciate her body. To be honest, she had a very
good figure; her breasts were full, at least a C cup. Her bra cups stood proudly erect, not sagging at all. Her nipples were a bit large,
but definitely a virgin's pale pink, soft and lovely. Her buttocks were almost perfectly peach-shaped, exactly
the shape I liked. Her vulva was also full, with a plump mons pubis, thick, slightly curly pubic hair, and thick
, tightly closed labia, completely covering the vaginal opening. At first, I could only
penetrate her by parting her labia with my hands. Later, she actively helped me by twisting her body, saving me the trouble of groping around. In the wild,
we usually used the rear-entry position. At home, she often insisted I use the missionary position,
saying she liked watching my entranced expression during sex. And every time we had sex, I had to try the rear-entry position; I
especially loved the "smack" of the flesh colliding during sex. With a "smack," during the final sprint, I often
liked to have my second sister lie face down on the bed, her buttocks raised, while I held her hips from behind and thrust rapidly, letting out
a low growl as I ejaculated. My second sister's first orgasm came during our second time making love from behind: at that
moment, she couldn't help but cry out. Although she tried to suppress her moans,
my second sister, experiencing her first sexual orgasm, was clearly unable to resist the impact of sexual bliss. Her whole body trembled, her vagina contracted strongly, and instantly
filled with warm fluid. My glans was being rubbed quickly and powerfully by my second sister's vagina. As I squeezed it, a warm
, tingling sensation shot from my glans to my brain. I tried my best to resist, maintaining a steady, powerful thrusting rhythm, two shallow
thrusts followed by one deep one, occasionally rotating my penis deep inside my sister's vagina, and gently massaging her clitoris.
My sister's eyes were half-closed, her gaze hazy, her cheeks flushed, and her chest was also flushed. Her breasts,
still erect after her orgasm, showed bright red nipples, almost translucent. A small patch of the sheet beneath our joined
bodies was already wet. I had never made love in such a relaxed state of mind, my sexual desire...
Like a flood, I involuntarily increased the force and frequency of my thrusts. My second sister then experienced a second
climax, her body writhing wildly, her lower body suddenly clamping around me, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, and
a muffled "woo" escaping her throat. With a soft moan, I trembled and collapsed onto the bed, infected by my second sister's continuous orgasms
. My thrusts became faster and faster. My sister beneath me was already weak and powerless, only breathing rapidly.
I held her shoulders, focusing all my energy on my thrusts. The urge to ejaculate instantly overwhelmed me. My penis
throbbed inside her, and semen gushed out…
My second sister shyly leaned against my chest, took off the condom, tied a knot, and placed it beside the pillow. We embraced,
lying quietly. My hands roamed and caressed her breasts and between her legs, and gradually my penis became erect again…
On that crazy night, my second sister and I made love six times. She had three orgasms, and I ejaculated five times,
until we used up the two boxes of three-pack condoms I had secretly bought, until I could no longer ejaculate a single drop of
semen, and my lower body ached slightly.
The days of our reunion and close companionship were very… Quickly, half a month was about to end. On the eve of our departure,
my second sister and I sat on the riverbank far from the village, nestled together, listening to the rushing water and watching the shattered moonlight reflected on the surface
. Silently, neither of us uttered a single word. There was none of the passionate farewell love I had imagined. At that
moment, my second sister and I were unusually silent; only the chirping of insects and the sound of flowing water marked the passage of time. On
the day of our departure, the sky was exceptionally clear, and the summer sun shone brightly and warmly without reservation. From the
moment I woke up, I was sweating almost constantly, feeling incredibly lonely and depressed. Aside from responding to
my relatives' well wishes with "uh-huhs," I refused to say another word. My second sister stood in the crowd, a hint of melancholy in her eyes, while
my heart felt like it was overgrown with weeds, filled with resentment. But I could only grit my teeth, jump into the car, and speed away. I longed
to see my second sister. My eyes welled up with tears, and I wanted to say something, but I didn't dare turn around.
The start of the school year was fast approaching, so I didn't stay home long. I packed my bags and went straight to school. As soon as I got back,
I called my uncle's house to greet everyone, including my second sister. But she wasn't home, and I felt a little
disappointed. I lay under the fan, thinking about how to write her a letter. It wasn't until half a month after I sent the letter that I received
a reply. I read the short page over and over again. She told me to be careful with my wording in future letters, otherwise
someone might read them and cause trouble. I wrote back, but she didn't reply much. I called her workplace,
and she answered, saying she was doing well and told me not to worry about her. She said, "You're graduating soon, little brother. You should do well in your internship,
try to get a master's degree, or find a good job." I was silent for a long time. Then she said goodbye and hung up.
Those days... I thought a lot and gradually understood my second sister's good intentions and her selfless
love for me. I repeatedly told myself to cheer up! I buried my longing for my second sister deep in my heart and focused on
my internship. At the end of the year, I called my parents to tell them that I had to do my internship at the school and wouldn't be coming home for the New Year. But my parents
told me something that I had expected but would still shock me no matter what: my second sister was getting married on New Year's Day, to
the son of the county education bureau chief.
I don't remember how I got back to the dormitory. I just felt my mind go blank, almost in despair. I lay down
that night and went to a tavern near the back gate of the school. I ordered a bottle of baijiu and three dishes. I almost
drank the liquor with my tears. My mind was filled with my second sister's every smile and gesture, every second we spent together.
In my heart, I called out, "Second sister, second sister, I have finally lost you completely!" "After finishing that bottle of wine, I was so
drunk I couldn't tell which way was which, my head was throbbing, and my vision was blurry. When the waitress came to settle
the bill, I couldn't hear her at all. I took out a hundred yuan and told her to calculate it herself, but she came back saying it wasn't enough and I needed
to add another fifty. My remaining senses told me the bill wasn't that much, and my already agitated emotions were instantly ignited. I slammed my
fist on the table and yelled at her to call the owner. The tavern owner came over with a short, bald man
, who rudely said, 'Damn it, stop talking nonsense, pay your bill and get out!' I was furious and grabbed a plate
, smashing it at him. The owner yelled and hid under the table, and a male waiter pounced on him." They grabbed me, snatched
the bottle from my hand, and the bald guy pounced on me, pinning me to the table. Luckily, Liu and his friends from the dorm across the hall
came in for a late-night snack. They saw me about to be beaten up, rushed over, surrounded the bar owner and his henchmen, threw
down fifty yuan, and rescued me. Apparently, they carried me back to their dorm, still cursing and swearing! That night, I
kept yelling and reeking of alcohol, forcing my dorm mates to sleep with the windows open all night in the dead of winter.
This story was later embellished into a tale of a heartbroken guy fighting off a ruthless bar owner, with his brothers helping him and the thugs admitting their guilt. It became
widely circulated on campus, and the bar near the entrance became quite deserted for a while afterward.
The next day, I... My head was throbbing and my mouth was burning. I lay in bed all day until it finally
cooled down. Suddenly, I felt incredibly foolish. Perhaps my second sister had found a good match this time. Besides,
she had always been incredibly loving towards me; she owed me nothing. I had no right
to criticize her for her choice. I repeatedly told myself this, silently wishing her
happiness and a fulfilling life. I even called my aunt again to tell her my blessings to my sister.
Finally, I was able to bravely leave the dormitory and return to a normal life.
But from then on, I dared not inquire about my second sister anymore. She remained in my heart... It revealed my most hidden pain.
That winter, it snowed heavily. Knowing my second sister loved snow, I built a snowman and tied a red
ribbon around its neck in a bow, a way to express my longing for her.
More than half a year later, I graduated and got a decent job, far from home. That summer, I didn't
go back, simply because I was afraid to see my second sister, who was now married. Later, I heard she had given birth to a son,
three days younger than me. I called to congratulate her, and she simply said, "Thank you." At that moment, my heart felt
like it was being stabbed, bleeding uncontrollably, and my limbs felt ice-cold.
Before May Day, as my father had instructed, I went back to my hometown to bring my grandmother to stay with my parents temporarily. My grandmother happily said, "We..."
"Let's leave tomorrow. Your second sister is coming back tonight." My heart skipped a beat, but I couldn't help feeling a surge of joy.
Before dinner, my second sister arrived, carrying her chubby son and luggage. My cousin, nephew, and I went to greet
her. When she saw me, she smiled faintly and said, "Work must be tiring. You've lost weight." I smiled but didn't
say anything, though my heart ached.
The relatives were all excited to see my second sister and her son. The atmosphere at the dinner table was very lively, and the meal lasted
for almost two hours. No one noticed that I had been sitting quietly the whole time.
As a result, before dinner was even finished, the village suddenly lost power. The moon on the sixteenth was exceptionally round and bright,
so everyone moved a table to the courtyard to drink tea and chat. My second sister's son was already asleep, giving the adults even more relaxed
leisure time. The joyful atmosphere gradually dissipated with sleepiness, and everyone dispersed to their rooms to rest. I lay
in bed, tossing and turning like a pancake, unable to sleep. My mind was filled with the image of my second sister naturally unbuttoning
her clothes and offering her breast to breastfeed her son under everyone's gaze. Finally, I sat up and quietly went to my second sister's door. I knocked
. I heard her get up, but she didn't open the door immediately, seemingly hesitating. I didn't knock again,
standing quietly at the door. After about half a minute, my second sister opened the door, stepped aside, and let me in. I
hugged my second sister tightly, and she hugged me back. Our faces were pressed together, our hearts were pressed together, and we remained motionless,
embracing each other without moving...
Suddenly, my second sister's son started crying. She gently pushed me away, picked up her son, lifted her short shirt, and used her
full, round breasts to breastfeed him. The little guy immediately calmed down and began to suckle greedily, his little hands grasping and squeezing my second
sister's other breast. I stared at her, mesmerized. My second sister pulled me over and sat me down beside her. I hugged her and
kissed her earlobe. She gently flinched away, her breathing quickening. The little guy was already full. My second sister
bent down and placed him on the inside of the bed. When she turned around, I pinned her down. I held her breasts in my hands, feeling
the warm liquid seeping into my palms. Looking down, I saw it was her breast milk. I couldn't help but pounce on her
chest, taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking greedily. A sweet, slightly fishy-smelling liquid flowed into my mouth. My second
sister arched her chest and moaned. I suckled deeply.
Her milk was plentiful; even my caresses caused it to drip continuously. My hand reached for her belt. She lifted her buttocks, allowing me to easily
pull down her pants.
The moonlight, like water, bathed my second sister. Her skin was still delicate and smooth, her body slightly
plump, her lower abdomen a little protruding, but her lower body remained full. The thick pubic hair between her legs looked even
denser. My hand roamed over her lower body; it was already a vast expanse of moisture. I sat up, pulled down my pants, and
my second sister got up to help me. My erect penis broke free of my underwear, pointing straight at her breasts
. My second sister suddenly hugged me, spreading her legs and tightly gripping me. I grasped my penis, searching for
the entrance between her legs. My second sister slightly raised her buttocks, and I smoothly inserted myself into her vagina—or rather, slid in. It
was already a vast expanse of moisture. I could feel that my second sister's vagina was not as tight as it had been a year ago, perhaps because of childbirth, but she tightened her vaginal muscles, enveloping my penis, allowing me to enjoy the warmth, 　　lubrication, and desire
deep within her . 　　Without hesitation, I began to thrust forcefully. My second sister perfectly coordinated with each deep thrust and pullback, ensuring that 　　each stroke penetrated deeply into her vagina. I knew she was also anticipating my passion. Our two long- 　　separated bodies collided, ground, twisted, panted, and moaned intensely. I occasionally sucked on her 　　nipples, greedily swallowing her sweet-smelling milk. Under my sucking 　　and thrusting, she completely melted. Her eyes widened, she bit the corner of the pillowcase, trying to suppress her moans, but 　　the moment still came like a burst dam. My second sister trembled violently, her hands gripping the sheets tightly, 　　her vagina convulsing, and muffled "ah...ah...ah..." coming from her throat. With a cry of "!", I pressed hard against her lower 　　body, feeling the powerful contractions of her vagina, feeling the hot fluid she ejaculated onto my penis... 　　Under the grip of my second sister's climax, I relaxed slightly, quietly waiting for her body to loosen up, 　　and then slowly began to thrust faster. After my second sister's climax, her body was very soft, her vagina had regained its softness and tenderness 　　, allowing me to roam freely inside her. My tongue wandered over my second sister's chest, from left to right, from top to bottom, 　　sometimes lightly touching, sometimes deeply kissing... Sometimes sucking, sometimes gently biting, my second sister's lust was aroused again. She 　　grabbed my penis and inserted it into her body. I was no longer impatient, and I rhythmically thrust in and out, one 　　stroke after another, each time reaching the deepest part of her vagina. My second sister's reaction became more and more intense. At this 　　moment, my second sister was no longer a reserved and demure girl, but a charming and alluring woman. Her eyes were filled with persistence 　　and desire, and her body exuded an alluring hormonal aura and fiery heat! My second sister arched her hips, welcoming 　　each of my thrusts. Our bodies collided with a series of "slap! slap!" sounds. She held my scrotum, gently 　　kneading it. Her warm palms melted away all my willpower. I gradually felt an urge to ejaculate shooting from 　　the base of my penis straight to my brain. I quickly turned her over so her back was to me, her buttocks raised. I entered her from behind 　　. My second sister cried out, "Ah!" I increased the frequency and force of my thrusts. Her buttocks arched back 　　to meet mine, and the "slap! slap!" sounds of our bodies colliding grew louder. The bed beneath us creaked and groaned: creak! 　　creak! creak! creak! It was almost a continuous sound! Just then, the little one on the inside of the bed was awakened and burst into tears. 　　I was startled and was about to stop when my second sister took the baby and placed him under her, putting her nipple in the baby's mouth. The baby's crying 　　stopped abruptly. While doing this, my second sister kept twisting her buttocks, rubbing against me, and whispering, "Oh, 　　don't stop, don't stop..." The urge to ejaculate swelled and surged in my glans, exploding instantly. I grabbed my second sister's 　　shoulders and whispered in her ear, "Sister, I'm going to cum!" My second sister bit her lip and moaned, raising her buttocks high. I 　　thrust with all my might a few times, spraying the remaining semen into my second sister's vagina. 　　At the same time, my second sister reached her second orgasm. Her vagina contracted and spasmed rapidly, and we trembled together, sweat dripping between our skin.

Gasping for breath, too weak to even speak, I lay on my second sister's back, my hands bracing against the bed. My
limp penis slipped out, and I could feel a sticky liquid gushing from her vagina, flowing between
our legs. The baby slept sweetly…
This was the only time my second sister and I reached orgasm simultaneously during sex. We lay embracing
for more than ten minutes. My second sister got up, took a basin, poured water, wet a towel
, and wiped my lower body. Then she washed herself, helped me get dressed, and led me to sit on the steps in the yard.
We sat and chatted under the bright moonlight. My second sister said tenderly, "Little brother, I am your woman, but
from tomorrow onwards, I will only be your second sister. I will hand you over to my future wife..."
After that, many times when I met my second sister, she deliberately avoided being alone with me. But from her eyes
, I could see concern and a heartfelt love. Although my second sister's body no longer belonged to me, I believed that
in her heart, I was her only man, and I buried my love for her deep in my heart.

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