The bond between god-sisters in youth

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After graduating from junior
high school, I was admitted to the county's No. 1 high school, while my god-sister was only admitted to the No. 15 middle school. The closed management of No. 1 high school, the heavy workload, and the pressure from poverty all combined with the gathering of the county's top students meant I immediately felt less pressured to be at the top of my class. The long distance and inconvenient transportation meant we completely lost contact after the start of the semester. The immense pressure of studying and living left me with no time or energy to think about my god-sister.
In those days, getting into university was the dream of us rural children, the only chance to escape rural life and achieve success. I devoted myself entirely to my studies, spending most of my holidays in tutoring.
After starting university, I heard that my cousin hadn't gotten into university and had been recruited to work in the county textile factory. We lost contact after that.
After graduating, I was assigned to teach at a vocational school. By then, the reform and opening up was in full swing. Because my major was suitable for technical guidance and development in some enterprises, a private business owner approached me, offering me 15% equity and a salary to jointly run a factory. My salary would be three times that of a school salary, and I suddenly felt like I had struck it rich. I heard that my god-sister had gone to Guangzhou to work.
One day, my boss called my pager (a relic of that era, I don't know if you guys are familiar with it), saying that an acquaintance from my village had come to the factory looking for me. She grinned and said she was a beautiful woman. I was very surprised; I'd been working there for over a year, and no one from my village had ever come to see me before. I hurriedly rode my bicycle to the factory.
Good heavens! It was my god-sister! I was so excited I didn't know what to do.
However, it had been over seven years since we'd last seen each other, and a sense of estrangement had grown between us. After all, we were so far removed from our innocent, natural, and inseparable days.
Decades have passed, but my godmother's image from that time remains deeply etched in my mind, evoking memories, longing, and surprise. It was late spring, and my godmother was over 22 years old. Her appearance and attire thrilled me, leaving me deeply moved. She had grown to 1.6 meters tall and weighed over 120 pounds. Her skin was exceptionally beautiful, a rare rosy glow. She wore a white shirt under a purple fitted vest, and a purple floral skirt that just reached her knees. Her high, firm breasts and large, pert buttocks were clearly visible. She had strong, full legs, wore black high heels, and her hair was tied in a high, boyish ponytail. A shy smile graced her face. She was truly graceful and radiant, dazzling with beauty. Indeed, girls change so much as they grow up; she became so beautiful and charming! I was completely stunned, my mind reeling. We were both a little embarrassed, unable to bring ourselves to call her "god-sister" or "Hua Hua." We stared at each other blankly for a long time before awkwardly calling each other by name. Next to her was a suitcase.
My god-sister was a former employee of mine who had quit her job to work in Guangzhou. She happened to work in the same factory as my cousin. During a casual conversation, they learned that I was the technical manager and small business owner of the factory, so she quit her old job to work there. Because communication wasn't as advanced back then, she came directly to me.
At that time, my godmother's attire was quite fashionable and luxurious. In my prefecture-level city, not many people wore skirts; they were considered a luxury. Furthermore, her elegant and graceful demeanor, and youthful energy, were truly captivating. Mainly, she came from a wealthy family and had long been pampered and praised, cultivating a refined air that made her a striking figure wherever she went.
Factory workers, like curious onlookers, would flock to the office windows to peek.
Enchanted by her beauty, I immediately felt a deep sense of regret and self-reproach, realizing I should have gone to find her all these years ago.
With immense excitement, I took her to a restaurant and then to a hotel. Hotels were extremely cheap at that time, and few people stayed there. I was staying in a single room in the teachers' dormitory at school, so I couldn't let her stay with me (though I really wanted to, I didn't dare say it aloud).
That evening, after showering, my godmother changed into a white dress with blue circular embellishments on the waistband. I could vaguely see that she was wearing a bright red bra and panties underneath. Scenes of our passionate encounters replayed in my mind like a movie, and my desire to kiss and hug her surged like mushrooms after rain. With extremely strong ulterior motives, I eagerly took her for a walk along the city river, then to a movie, and afterwards, we ate lamb skewers. Back then, we hadn't yet developed the concept of late-night snacks. We didn't return to the hotel until late at night. Several times, I couldn't resist the urge to hold her hand and then pounce on her to embrace my beloved. My clever and beautiful sister probably sensed my wicked intentions early on; as soon as she noticed my attempt to hold her hand, she naturally pulled away from my grasp. Although I was still persistent and tried every opportunity to test her, I never succeeded in holding her chubby, white hand. When it was time to sleep, the hotel's standard room had two beds. I tried to persuade her to sleep in one bed each, but despite my persistent and gentle attempts, she resolutely and gently refused my request.
Thankfully, childhood memories are the purest and most profound. After my continued efforts and attentiveness, I finally started calling her "sister" (干姐). She called me Hua Hua (华华), and that one address evoked boundless feelings of warmth and affection within me; I felt that my sister was truly mine.
Upon seeing my godmother, I quickly fell into a frenzied state of lust, completely overwhelmed by desire. We had endless things to talk about, reminiscing about childhood memories and recounting the people and events of the years we'd been apart. I felt like I was floating, inexplicably excited and incredibly happy. Every part of my godmother was so beautiful and captivating, I was mesmerized, and I didn't want to leave her side for even a second.
The next morning, I went to see her. I arranged her work by the morning, and since I hadn't found a suitable assistant yet, my godmother was the perfect fit. Then I rented her a one-bedroom apartment. At that time, there weren't many renters, so the rent was quite cheap, and the landlord was very polite and welcoming. After buying her the necessary daily necessities, I felt a warm sense of home.
My classes at the vocational school were few; I only had four classes a week. Aside from sleeping in class, I spent all my time with my godmother.
The first-tier cities of that era were quite conservative and backward, especially for someone like me from a remote rural area. They were even more conservative in their thinking, and their misconduct was considered terrible. Catching someone in the act of adultery was even highly praised and celebrated at work.
The only entertainment was watching movies.
The more you love someone, the less likely it is to break the bond.
The turning point came on a business trip. I remember going to the Zhejiang Provincial Chemical Research Institute to purchase an imported chemical raw material. I'm very grateful to the factory manager here; my sister-in-law initially disagreed with the trip with me, but she had no choice but to agree after the boss spoke up.
When booking the hotel, I kept emphasizing that booking two rooms was too expensive, as private companies usually cover all business trip expenses. So I booked a standard room by myself early on.
When I arrived at the room that night, it was as I expected: the bathroom, shower, and washroom were a completely separate space separated by transparent glass, with a curtain around the perimeter that could be drawn to completely block out the outside world. However, when we entered, the curtain was already drawn open at a few corners and tied.
After entering the room, the bathroom light automatically turned on. While I was still looking around for the light switch, my "god-sister" went into the bathroom. Perhaps it was because the bathroom was much brighter than outside, or maybe she was in a hurry to use the toilet, plus it was hot outside and she was tired after a long day. In short, she didn't even realize she needed to draw the curtains. The toilet was right next to the glass by the bed. I stared in disbelief as she calmly pulled up her dress, dragged her bright red panties down to her knees, and then carefully pulled the hem of her dress up a little. I was completely bewildered and incredibly excited as I clearly saw her white, perky, and round buttocks, her thick, round thighs, her thick pubic hair, especially the curve of her buttocks, the curve formed by her lower abdomen, groin, and thighs... It was so moving and captivating. I had never seen a teenage girl's naked body before, and the shock was immense. I was completely stunned. I stared for a few minutes until my sister finished urinating and turned her head to wipe herself with toilet paper, only then noticing I was staring at her. Since the glass was transparent, I only turned away awkwardly when I saw her gaze fixed on me, pretending to look for the light switch. My sister quickly pulled up her panties, pulled down her skirt, and hurriedly untied the curtains before closing them.
My sister and I, still feeling a bit embarrassed, showered and rinsed our mouths, then slept in separate beds and started chatting again. After relaxing a bit, we talked about how my sister had forgotten to close the curtains when she went to the toilet. She gave the transparent glass toilet a stern lecture.
My body was trembling from holding back, and then my mouth, almost out of my control, blurted out to my god-sister, "God-sister, I can't hold back anymore, I want to come and hug you." She wouldn't answer my question directly and started talking about other things. After a while, I couldn't hold back again and said it again, "God-sister, I can't hold back anymore, I want to come and hug you." She still ignored me. After saying it a third time, I finally couldn't hold back anymore and threw myself on top of her. I felt her hug me back, and I felt so happy and fulfilled. Our lips intertwined in a passionate kiss, and I could feel she was very excited too.
After kissing for a long, long time, my penis remained hard against the base of her thighs. I couldn't help but start greedily caressing her buttocks and thighs outside her skirt.
"God-sister, you're so beautiful, even more beautiful and charming than when you were little."
"Hua Hua, you really like me, right?" "Of course, I think about you so much every day."
After caressing my godmother's skirt for a long time, and since she didn't object, I started lifting the hem of her skirt to touch her skin and caress her thighs. Then I touched her buttocks and genitals through her panties, and later slipped my hand inside her panties to caress her buttocks. I was filled with boundless excitement, happiness, and longing.
My godmother didn't refuse my touch, but when I tried to move my hand to her pubic area to touch her pubic hair, she quickly grabbed my hand and said, "No, you can't touch here. You can only touch here after we're married."
I tried to reason with her, but after several attempts, I failed. Finally, my mind calmed down.
"Okay, godmother, I'll leave my hand here and not move," I said, and I really did relax and leave my hand still. For a long time, my godmother and I just kissed and chatted intermittently. I felt my godmother's grip on my hand gradually loosen, and then I couldn't feel her grip at all. I waited patiently for a while before unexpectedly inserting my hand downwards.
My hand suddenly reached into the upper part of my godmother's vulva and began to stroke and knead it incessantly. Strangely enough, my godmother didn't resist me at all at this point, and I could clearly feel her body relaxing.
My godmother's pubic area was covered with thick pubic hair. Touching it felt like touching silk, soft and smooth. As I slowly touched her clitoris, her thighs naturally spread wider and wider. I continued to knead her thick, tender labia majora, noticing that her labia minora weren't exposed. As my fingers continued to knead and slide inside her vulva, her vaginal fluids gushed out like a flood. I continued to insert my fingers into her vagina, stroking, kneading, and stirring. My godmother... She was very relaxed, her thighs already spread wide apart. "Sister, your panties are getting in the way, they're pulling my hands, my hands are getting tired, let me take them off for you!" I said as I took off her panties. She didn't say anything or object, and even cooperated by lifting her buttocks. I quickly ripped off her panties and threw them aside, then tightly clamped her right leg between my legs. I focused my fingers on rubbing her clitoris. I moved her thighs faster and faster, and she cooperated with my movements, I could feel her body trembling slightly.
"Sister, I want to do it."
"No, we can't do it before we're married."
I kept inserting my fingers into her vagina, probing and stirring, kneading her clitoris, constantly begging her to let me do it.
After what seemed like forever, she finally relented.
"Okay, just once, only today, no more after that."
I immediately promised my godmother that I would never do this again after marriage, and eagerly mounted her, thrusting my rock-hard, throbbing penis all the way into her vagina. (Because I had vaguely and ignorantly had sex with her a few years ago.)
I felt her let out a long sigh of relief.
I loved the feeling of her fleshy, warm vagina completely enveloping my penis; I felt every cell in my body melting.
Girls are so strange. Once she agrees to have sex with you the first time, she'll cooperate completely afterward. My godmother even clearly told me, "You can do whatever you want with me afterwards," as if she had never said anything about only allowing me to do it once today and never again after marriage. Of course, I was too pleased with myself to call her out on it; that would be asking for trouble.
At the start of sex, my penis couldn't hold up at all, ejaculating within minutes. At this point, I didn't dare ejaculate inside my god-sister's vagina, opting for withdrawal.
"God-sister, do you remember how it felt when we slept together since we were little, and how it felt to make love?"
"Of course I remember, how could I forget? But now it feels even better."
Fortunately, my penis recovered quickly after ejaculating, and a few minutes later, I eagerly thrust it back into my god-sister's vagina.
It wasn't until I ejaculated three times in half an hour that I stopped feeling so desperate to have sex with my god-sister. Actually, I really wanted to see, lick, and bite my god-sister's big white buttocks and her thick, white thighs, but with all sorts of desires so strong, I just wanted to relieve my immediate urgency by thrusting in.
"God-sister, I really want to see your big buttocks," I said, moving my god-sister's body, and she obediently rolled over.
I have a special fondness for my godmother's big butt. Her butt is round, fleshy, white, firm, and elastic. I greedily caress and knead it, licking and biting it incessantly.
A while later, feeling slightly soothed by my love for my god-sister's big buttocks, I spread her thighs apart. She cooperated very understandingly. I started licking and biting her vaginal opening, anus, and surrounding area from below, occasionally using both hands to forcefully pry open her big buttocks and labia majora. Her anus was a very light yellowish-brown, constantly contracting and relaxing. After the labia majora were spread, the pink flesh inside writhed continuously, gushing with vaginal fluid. My god-sister involuntarily moaned.
My penis was already rock hard. I quickly spread her thighs even wider, aimed my penis at her vaginal opening, placed my hands on either side, and thrust my hips forward, inserting my penis all the way to the root. I was surprised to find my god-sister thrusting her big buttocks violently, slapping and colliding with my thighs. I also exerted force to match her rhythm, thrusting my penis into her big buttocks, the room filled with crisp, rhythmic impact sounds.
About ten minutes later, my whole body stiffened, and I couldn't help but thrust and ejaculate.
After resting for a while, I had my god-sister lie flat, lifted her up, and spread her thighs apart. I buried my face between her plump, white thighs, sucking and licking her inner thighs, groin, and labia majora. I used my knees to lift her buttocks, spreading her thighs apart and pressing them towards her chest. I gradually increased the force with my hands as I spread her two fleshy, pale yellow labia majora. Her pink clitoris was erect like a small head, and her urethra was clearly visible. Her vaginal opening kept contracting. I stopped when I had spread her labia majora as wide as possible. Her body began to tremble. I only licked her labia majora, vagina, urethra, and vaginal opening a few times with my tongue, and she said,
"I can't take it anymore, it feels so good. Lie down, I'll do it."
My god-sister suddenly took my penis into her mouth and started licking it, occasionally sucking on my entire testicles.
An unprecedentedly stimulating and pleasurable sensation washed over me.
After a while, seeing my penis was incredibly hard and throbbing, my god-sister straddled me, guiding it to her vaginal opening. Suddenly, she sat down with her large buttocks, letting out a terrifying howl, thrusting her hips forcefully. After a while, she slowly and forcefully squeezed my penis with her clitoris. Soon, her terrifying howl grew louder and louder, until suddenly her whole body stiffened, her howl becoming a long, drawn-out cry. Her clitoris desperately pressed against my penis, refusing to budge. I felt as if warm rice porridge was being poured onto my glans from inside her vagina, and I almost couldn't hold back. My
god-sister's ejaculation lasted a long time; I touched her body, which was covered in sweat.
At that time, my god-sister and I had no pressure or burdens. Young and healthy, we were completely immersed in an insatiable ocean of sex. Aside from eating, sleeping, and necessary work, it was all about sex. Like we were possessed, we did it year after year, month after month, day after day, whenever we had the chance. The terrifying energy we had for sex since our youth, the insatiable desire—it's almost frightening to think about now.
This self-satisfied, frenzied sex between my god-sister and me lasted for over three years. Perhaps fate was jealous of the excitement and beauty of our youth, because ultimately, the brutal interference from my god-sister's family left me with only a lifelong attachment to her. Life is truly unpredictable, and fate is cruel.
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