[I miss my sister, let's leave some memories] (03) [Author: Riding a Horse Across the Grassland]

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Author: Riding a Horse Across the Grassland
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Nineteen and fifteen were both too immature. My sex education back then was practically nonexistent;
I didn't even know what oral sex was, let alone my sister. But university was a great place. Halfway through the first semester, my roommate bought
a computer, and from then on, all sorts of sex education resources exploded in, opening up a new world for me.
The shock I felt watching porn for the first time was simply unparalleled. Coupled with the development of the internet, I, a computer
science student, quickly became ahead of my classmates in acquiring sex knowledge.

How to get my sister to grow with me was a problem. The time and space we could spend alone with my sister
were too limited. But the desire gave us endless strength and courage.

I would risk sneaking into my sister's room late at night. We would hug each other, caressing each other, but we didn't dare
to actually do it, afraid of making too much noise and being discovered. Later, I discovered that this was actually a great opportunity for training; we
learned oral sex techniques under those circumstances. Every weekend night, I would lick my sister until she climaxed, and then
she would give me oral sex. Eventually, I would ejaculate in her mouth, which she would swallow, of course. This process continued
for most of my college years and my sister's entire high school life.

The door was ajar. I slowly pushed it open, quietly locking it behind me. No need to turn on the light.
I could reach the bed by taking three steps forward and one step to the right. My sister usually waited for me in her pajamas, without underwear, but today
she was completely naked. "Why aren't you wearing any clothes today?"

"I missed you so much, brother. I just wanted to be naked and held by you. I really wanted to."

"What if Mom and Dad come?"

"Oh, it's okay. They're already asleep this late. You've been here so many times, don't you know? You're
even more timid than me."

My sister reached into my underwear and grabbed my penis, rubbing it.

"Wow, you're so horny today. Are you wet?"

I touched it; it was soaking wet.

"Brother, lick me quickly, I want you to eat all my juices clean."

"I gave little m a kiss, don't rush little m, let me taste your tongue first."

"No, I really want to today, if you don't eat me, the juices will be left on the sheets."

"Okay, okay, my baby."

I lifted little m's buttocks and pressed my whole tongue against it, sweeping the vaginal fluid into my mouth, but as I
kept licking, the vaginal fluid kept flowing, "Ugh...ugh..."

my sister hummed softly

, "There's so much today, wait a minute I'll get some tissues."

"No, brother, I want you to eat it all."

"Hehe, you slutty little girl, okay, I'll eat it."

I didn't dare to suck too loudly, I could only suck gently and slowly, and soon my mouth was full of slippery fluid. I
put her buttocks down, crawled in front of Little M, and kissed her mouth. My tongue went into her mouth, and her juices
flowed into it along with my tongue. "Ahhh, no!"

Little M tasted the juices and shook her head in refusal. I held her head, and with my tongue and lips, I forcefully
poured my saliva into her mouth. I lifted my head, pinched Little M's mouth, and said, "Swallow it, I want you
to swallow it !"

I couldn't see Little M's expression, but I could hear her swallowing. "My good little sister, your little sister is
so delicious. You have to taste yourself too. Your brother thinks about eating you every day, so you can't dislike
yourself ."

"Mmm,"

"Does it taste good?"

"Brother, you're disgusting! Actually, it doesn't taste like anything,"

my sister hugged me, her slender tongue intertwining with mine. I leaned down to continue my search, dripping
the love juice from my mouth onto her clitoris with my tongue, circling it around. Little M let out a long moan, straining her abdomen and
trying to squeeze her legs together. I held her legs down, my lips tightly sucking on her clitoris. Little M grabbed my arm,
tightening her grip. I slowly relaxed, my tongue sliding down the cleft, continuing to suck her love juice into my mouth.

This left my mouth and face completely wet. At first, I felt disgusted, but
the feeling between our lips and tongue was simply amazing. Kissing is a natural way to express love. When a tender body
reacts to the contact of lips and tongue, the inner satisfaction is immense, for both my sister and me.
We gradually adapted. That's how people are; mind and body are a whole. Achieving harmony requires
both mind and body to try to adapt to each other, break through their limitations, and embrace reality and desire.

In the darkness, my sister writhed, struggling to control her heavy breathing. Her tongue pressed, rotated,
and rubbed against her clitoris, abandoning all other areas. I relentlessly attacked her clitoris, my tongue lingering there for so long that I couldn't
control the saliva in my mouth, which dripped down my lower lip onto her vulva. I felt my tongue was almost
out of control; it seemed my tongue muscles needed some exercise. Just then, my sister let out a sharp moan, her buttocks
freeing themselves from my grasp, her body arching upwards. I felt her tremble; I believed I had brought her pleasure.

"Ah, brother, so good!"

my sister tugged at me, but I ignored her, burying my head to suck the love juice clean from her vulva. Then I stood up and hugged her,
sharing the juice in my mouth.

"Brother, I love how your tongue licks up and down my vulva. I can feel it,
and it makes me tremble."

"Really? My cock gets so hard it hurts when I lick like that." "

Brother, I want to suck your cock."

"Good sister,"

I lay down, my young penis erect.

A gentle sensation came from the glans as my sister's small mouth took my penis in. A tingling, numbing feeling spread
throughout my body. Little M began to suck and pull forcefully. "Slower, slower,"

I said, supporting her forehead and sitting up. "Too rough! You're tearing my foreskin! Be gentler."

"Mmm," she murmured.

This time the movements were much gentler, very comfortable. But then, "Little M, deeper! Ah, use your lips,
grip penis!"

Little M's lips tightly gripped my penis, slowly moving up and down, making soft moaning sounds.

"Wow, that's great! Don't forget your tongue!"

Her tongue began to move, slowly circling my penis. It was clumsy, but I smiled with satisfaction
. My sister, my good sister, I sighed, tilting my head back. My

penis slowly slid out of my sister's mouth, but stopped at the very end. Little M sucked on the glans, making a sound that was truly amazing .
With a soft "pop," I cupped Little M's face, pulled her up to sit, and lowered my head to kiss her. My
tongue recklessly plunged into her mouth, entwining with hers, making a slurping sound. Little M gripped my wet penis tightly;
she always froze like this when she got excited… I released Little M's mouth. "Silly girl,
you're about to burst my penis."

"Oh, ha,"

her little hands immediately relaxed, and M began to stroke them with her hands. I lowered my head and continued to kiss her, grabbing her
breasts with both hands. M let out a long moan, her chest heaving. I stopped, enjoying her movements. M
buried her head in my chest, her face against mine, her little hands stroking back and forth. I grabbed her hands, "
A little further forward, don't hold too far forward, a little back, hold the base," I guided her hands to the right position, "Yes,
like that, hold tight and go slowly."

I held M, the tingling sensation in my lower body spreading upwards. Her breath gently caressed
the skin , and my chest began to swell. The two sensations merged, and I couldn't take it anymore. I stopped her
hands, "M, use your mouth, I want to cum in your mouth."

"Mmm,"

Little M obediently lay down and sucked my penis hard, quickly sucking up and down. She knew
what to do at this moment; I had taught her. I leaned back, supported myself on the bed with my hands, and thrust my hips upwards. Little M
's tongue was inexperienced, but she was very good at using her lips. Every final burst was amazing. The tingling sensation grew stronger and stronger.
I could hardly control myself. I suddenly sat up, grabbed Little M's head, and pressed it down hard, shoving my entire penis into
her mouth. "Ugh, ugh,"

I ignored Little M's struggles and held her down tightly, my whole body trembling. A surge of heat gushed from my lower abdomen,
reaching my glans. My penis throbbed violently in Little M's mouth. "Brother!"

Little M gasped for a while. "Ugh, brother, you're so bad! I almost couldn't breathe."

Little M slurred, hitting me as she spoke. I couldn't help but laugh. "Good sister, good sister," I pulled Little M up,
cupped her face, and said, "You made me feel so good."

"Ugh..."

"Still in your mouth?"

Little M nodded. I kissed her, and a faint taste came from the tip of her tongue. I felt a little nauseous, but a surge of excitement welled up
inside me . I stirred Little M's tongue, and the taste spread throughout her entire tongue. "Ugh,"

Little M whimpered as she struggled. I pulled away from her and whispered in her ear, "I've tasted my own flavor too.
Drink it now."

I knew Little M wouldn't refuse. Not only now, but the first time I asked her to drink it, she never truly refused.
Little M was always very obedient in front of me. She was constantly adapting to and enjoying the process. She was willing to do anything.

In fact, semen wasn't unpleasant to drink; it had a slightly salty and fishy taste.

I heard her swallow. "How does it taste, brother?"

Little M swallowed again. "I don't think it's anything special. Ugh, so disgusting."

"Hehe, I shouldn't have suddenly attacked you. Good sister, there's still a little bit left. Lick it clean for me."

Little M didn't say anything. She lowered her head and took the now limp penis into her mouth again, pulled back the foreskin, and
sucked .

"Ha," Little M let out a long sigh. "Actually, when you ejaculated in my mouth, I felt so embarrassed,
but also so excited. I was just hoping you'd come."

"It was the same when I licked you. At first, it felt disgusting, but the more I licked, the more excited I got, and the more fluid there was, the more
excited I became."

"Me too! It was so exciting when I felt your penis getting harder and harder in my mouth. At that moment, I
didn't care about anything else, I just wanted you to ejaculate."

"Do you know what it's called when you swallow your whole penis? That's called deep throat, it's so good it's like flying."

"Really? But it's so hard to swallow."

"So you have to practice. Try it more when you eat bananas next time."

"Okay, okay, I'll ask Mom to buy bananas tomorrow."

My

aunt is an accountant. I don't know how she, a top student in chemistry from Z University, switched to accounting,
but it doesn't matter. As an accountant, she's incredibly busy at the end of each month, often having to work overtime at different companies on a
weekend . My uncle is the head of a police station, and his station also frequently requires weekend work.
Before I came, they would always coordinate their work schedules when there were conflicts. But since I became their older brother
, they don't care about these conflicts anymore, since I'm home to take care of my younger sister's life and studies.
This once-a-month break is practically a party day for me and M.

But M's studies are also important. In my second semester, M directly entered Y High School, a prestigious school in C City
. I usually let M do her homework first. Like her mother, M is a very smart girl. Her
science grades were much better than mine throughout high school, but she doesn't like science at all. She chose
a humanities major in university, which is similar to her mother's path.

While M did her homework, I did mine. Although my heart was pounding, we both understood
what was more important, especially M, who was very rational. Ever since middle school, she had been able to
separate our passion from other things, arranging everything perfectly. The very few times she showed her
emotions was when I took my wife to City C after our marriage, at the time of parting. I'll write about that later when I have time.

After finishing our homework, we went to take a shower together. M's bathroom wasn't big, but it was quite long. It was a pity that
there wasn't an air mattress like in porn movies, but that didn't matter. I cleaned the bathroom floor, laid
out towels, and we could lie on it with our arms and legs outstretched without any problem. At first, we were both clueless about how to do it, but
after watching porn, we learned about all sorts of fun positions. Of course, I taught all of these to my smart and
lovely M, or rather, you could call it training.

We covered ourselves in shower gel, our bodies intertwined. M loved this;
she would get especially excited every time I touched her smooth breasts. But this isn't my favorite thing, because you can't eat shower gel... what I like to
eat is...

When I caress M's breasts, I like to stand up. First, breasts disappear when I lie down... they're only visible when I'm standing.
Second I can see them in the mirror, but unfortunately, there's only a half-length mirror in the bathroom.

I hug M from behind, my hands looping around her arms to hold her chest. One good thing about breasts
is that you can knead them in all sorts of ways, showing them all sorts of shapes—they're a complete visual treasure.

I leaned forward, hooking my left arm around her shoulder, and cupped my sister's breasts from below with my right forearm,
then lifted them upwards, letting the two little rabbits peek out from under my arm. This was the nickname I gave my sister's breasts
because they bounced; they hopped and jumped when they peeked out from under my arm, which was very cute.
I always got excited watching my sister's breasts like this in the mirror. By the time she was in her first year of high school, her breasts had developed quite nicely
—not big, but prominent and shapely. I began to hold her chest tightly with my forearm. My sister closed her eyes, tilted her head back against my shoulder, and her expression was clearly reflected in the mirror: a smile on her lips, and long, dark
eyelashes around her closed eyes .
I lowered my head and kissed her face, my arms and legs crossed as I kneaded her breasts. With the lubrication of the shower gel, her little
mounds bounced and squeezed against my arms. When they slipped into my hands, because one hand wasn't enough, I always used one palm
to grasp them both, squeezing them until I was satisfied, then separating them, holding one in each hand, my fingers tracing
circles along the edges of her breasts from the inside out. While doing this, she would always bend over slightly, her back arched, and let out a soft moan.

"Ah, it tickles!" Little M giggled, grabbing my hand and placing it back on her breast,
pressing my hand down to vigorously knead her little rabbits. At this point, she would always look in the mirror, watching herself
bite .

Finally, she would pull my hands together and hold them. I knew what she needed, so I tightened my arms around
her chest. After a short while, she would take a deep breath, then sigh softly, a sweet smile on her face.

It's a little regrettable that my limited vocabulary can't describe the various sensations of kneading. I could play with Little M's breasts
for a long time ; if she didn't want anything else, I could play with them indefinitely—it was so wonderful. When we got tired of standing, we sat
on bath towels. Little M lay half-reclined on me, and I put my arm around her shoulder, pinching her nipples with my fingers. Her
erect nipples were wonderful, but if I pinched them even slightly, Little M would cry out in pain. Her nipples were very sensitive, so
when there was shower gel, I liked to slide my fingers between her nipples. We would get very
excited when her nipples slid between my fingers, and then Little M's chest would heave more. I would then switch to using my left hand to grab her two little rabbits, and
my right hand to stroke her vulva. When Little M's chest was heaving quite a bit, I would release my left hand and watch Little M's
chest rise and fall beneath me. It was a wonderful thing. Many times, I couldn't hold back at this moment, and I would wash
my penis just ejaculate directly, or I would ejaculate into her mouth, and then... that was it...

How should I put into breast massage? I put so much effort into Little M's breasts, but in the end, they didn't grow much.
When Little M was in college, I could just hold her breasts with one hand, and that was about it. However, breast massage is quite
nice . Kneeling is more enjoyable than lying down. When I kneel and have M massage my buttocks, she can massage my penis with her hands while using her breasts. Writing
this, I can't help but marvel at the beauty of breasts. God's creation is so wonderful. That smooth, soft, and
elastic feel is amazing. Although buttocks also have flesh and elasticity, they lack the wonderful design of nipples.
Those who love breasts will understand me. It's a pity that I've never truly enjoyed the pleasure of a big-breasted beauty in my life...
But I won't dwell on this small regret. M already knows how to massage my buttocks with her breasts, from light to heavy. When she massages my buttocks,
her small breasts rub against my buttocks, which is incredibly wonderful. M will first circle around, and then sweep back and forth horizontally.
When her nipples go around my buttocks, those small bumps are incredibly sensitive to me. At this time, my penis will bounce. Then I
will ask M to hug my buttocks tightly, hold my penis, and slowly stroke it. M likes to play with my testicles, but I don't really like it. However,
this can distract me when I can't help but want to ejaculate.

After M finishes massaging me, I will have her kneel on the towel, sticking her buttocks up so I can caress her.

I like to kneel beside her, squeeze some shower gel onto my hands, and apply it to her buttocks and thighs from top to bottom.
Her body twitches when my fingers pass over her buttocks. Little M says the gentler the touch, the more comfortable she feels.
Later, I learned from porn to tickle her buttocks with my fingertips. This trick works really well; both Little M and I love it.
Starting from her buttocks, I bend my fingers, only lightly touching her skin between them, and slowly circle downwards and outwards
to her thighs, or from her thighs upwards and then outwards in circles. Whenever I do this, Little M wriggles her buttocks.
I ask her, "Why are you so horny when I touch your butt like this?" She says her buttocks are so itchy, and she wants to be fucked. To do this
, I have to face her buttocks directly so I can see the whole thing, including her buttocks and cleft. Watching her beautiful buttocks
writhe in my hands makes me incredibly urge to use my fingers on her. But getting shower gel inside her vagina isn't
a good thing. Later, M suggested using vaginal wash her mother bought, like Jieeryin. After trying it, we both used
that to apply to our genitals; it was lubricating and hygienic, though it felt cool afterward. Back then, we didn't know where to
buy professional products.

At that time, M was very tight even with just one finger. At first, I didn't dare use two, afraid of
hurting her. But one time, M said she had already tried it herself, haha, so I didn't hold back
. Two fingers felt even tighter, and I could use more force when I touched her. Women are strange creatures; they have a natural
masochistic streak. Often, it's not comfort but more violent actions that excite women. However, I don't really like sadism;
I can't even bring myself to spank M's buttocks.

Oh, and there's another move I really like: massaging her genitals with my arm. Little M knelt upright with her
legs apart. I ran my arm across her lower body in front of her, and she said it made her feel like I was
servicing .

Later, I suggested a different position. I had her hold onto the wall, and I sat beside her, my left hand kneading her breasts,
while my right arm entered her from behind. Little M kept moaning and groaning. I asked her why she was enjoying it so much, and she
said, "No, it's because my arm is sliding in and out and touching my anus. It's so sensitive." I said, "If you're moaning like that, then it must be really good
. I'll try again." My hand reached out. The feel was unique. I only remember that Little M's butt kept wriggling that time; she was so
cute.

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