The eldest sister's passionate piston movement

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One day at noon, a truck from the Hukou Farmers' Association delivered the fertilizer they were distributing. The sun was blazing, and they were rushing to unload, so I carried two 40-kilogram bags of fertilizer at once, rushing them into the house. My older sister was waiting there, diligently helping me unload the fertilizer from my shoulders to prevent the paper bags from breaking. After nearly 15 trips, my legs were almost giving way.

On the last trip, we were both exhausted, and with a mishap, we both fell together, fertilizer and all. She was face down, pinned firmly on top of me. When I pulled her up, she was completely weak, her cheeks flushed red to her ears, looking at me with strange eyes. I, on the other hand, was trembling, almost unable to control myself.

Because the pineapple orchard was the farthest from home, and we needed to apply a lot of fertilizer, to make work easier and to prevent the fertilizer from getting wet from mildew or sudden downpours, we built a temporary shed deep in the orchard, raising the bottom to store the fertilizer we needed.

Naturally, that shed became another rest stop for us when we went to the fields. Internally, it was quite far from our home; externally, it was exceptionally secluded, making it an important supply and storage station. During our work breaks, my sister and I would often rest or eat there.

To avoid disrupting our daily fieldwork, my sister would always ask me to take her home to visit our parents in the evening and return that same night. The country roads were bumpy, there weren't many cars, and at night it was pitch black. When I gave her a ride, afraid of falling, she would straddle me, tightly hugging my waist. Naturally, her full and firm 38E breasts would press against my back. Unconsciously, this always made me daydream. Especially when the car went over bumpy sections, the continuous "impact" drove me crazy.

After the last time we carried fertilizer, although we didn't talk about it, we were inevitably a little shy when we were together, yet secretly sweet inside. Sometimes, the thought of it makes my blood boil and I can hardly control myself.

One afternoon around 3 PM, as we were working diligently, suddenly dark clouds gathered, lightning flashed incessantly, and thunder roared. In an instant, the sky darkened, a fierce wind arose, and torrential rain poured down. The lightning flashed and thunder roared simultaneously, like a stampede of horses—it was terrifying!

Seeing that something was wrong, I dropped my farm tools and rushed desperately towards the shed in the pineapple orchard. When I reached the shed, it was empty. Running outside, I saw my older sister running towards us frantically, about 20 meters away, the lightning behind her terrifying!

Without hesitation, I rushed forward, like a child, and hugged her tightly in my arms, running back to the shed.

When I put her down, we were soaked to the bone and almost breathless.

I'm relatively simple-minded; used to working under the blazing sun, I only wear a sleeveless vest and shorts while working, so getting wet isn't a big deal.

But the older woman, like a peasant woman of the time, wore a straw hat, a cloth covering her face, a short-sleeved cotton top, and breathable arm sleeves. Underneath, she wore a casual skirt and loose trousers.

At this point, except for her hair, which was protected by the hat, she was completely soaked. To prevent her from catching a cold, I didn't think twice and, panting, quickly removed her arm sleeves, top, and trousers. She, too, was panting, silently watching me, obediently cooperating with my actions.

When I came to my senses, I realized that besides her bra, she was practically naked from the waist up! The embarrassment was palpable.

Looking at her snow-white, rounded body, my mind went blank, my reason vanished, and all I remembered was holding her tightly and lying down on the neatly stacked pile of fertilizer.

When our lips met, there was only a token resistance, then she let me do as I pleased. I frantically removed her bra and panties.

She only realized what was happening when my enraged brother was at the city gates.

"Brother, you...no..." she tried to push me away, but it was too late.

"Ah..." a soft moan escaped her lips.

I easily entered her already overflowing vagina. The warm, taut walls of her vagina heightened my excitement.

I began to thrust slowly and rhythmically. She closed her eyes, her brows slightly furrowed, her body burning, letting me conquer her.

Each of my hands pressed against a round, firm breast, and my piston-like movements grew larger and faster.

Finally, the raging horse stopped galloping, and all movement ceased.

My heart was still filled with desire and love for her, my lower body still hard inside her. I held her tightly, the soft, smooth feel of a young woman's skin was intoxicating.

I could only hear the pounding of our two strong hearts.

Suddenly, "Slap!", I received a solid slap on the cheek!

Before she could make a second move, I thrust my hips again, pumping in and out once more.

This time, I was even more excited. She abandoned her reserve, wrapping her arms tightly around me, raising her legs high, and clamping them around my waist, allowing me to penetrate even deeper.

I felt the walls of her vagina contracting strongly, powerfully squeezing and sucking at me. She arched her hips occasionally, matching my thrusts, and I rode her even more vigorously with renewed excitement.

Finally, a wave of tingling and numbness washed over me, and a warm stream gushed into her again.

She pushed me away, sat up, and lowered her head.

I sat silently beside her.

After a while, she finally looked up, tears welling in her eyes, glaring at me.

"Little brother, I'm your sister, how could you treat me like this?"

"Sister... I..."

"Get away, I'm getting dressed," she said coldly.

Like a schoolchild who had made a mistake and was waiting to be punished, I lowered my head and quietly walked out of the shed.

I don't know how long the rain had stopped, but the sun had already peeked out.

At dinner, I sat at the table, expressionless, with no appetite whatsoever.

My older sister, having just showered, was combing her freshly washed hair, acting as if nothing had happened.

"Little brother, what's wrong? You look unwell?" Mom asked, looking at me with concern.

"Mom, he probably got caught in the rain. I was soaked too," she said, turning to Mom.

"Little brother, go take a hot shower after dinner, lest you catch a cold," my sister said, looking at me with a comforting expression. It gave me immense encouragement.

The next day at work, as if by unspoken agreement, we deliberately kept our distance from each other.

At noon, I stayed alone in the work shed, not going back for lunch. A little while later, I saw my older sister carrying a basket of food coming towards me.

After she came in, she silently separated the food and arranged it neatly.

"Mom told me to eat here; it's hot at home. She told you not to overwork yourself." Her expression clearly showed she was feigning composure.

"Sister...Sister...I..." I stammered.

"Don't say anything more, eat."

I hurriedly finished a bowl of rice and sat to the side, lost in thought.

"Little brother, let bygones be bygones, don't blame yourself anymore. I also bear some responsibility. You need to know, this is incest between siblings, and public opinion can be terrifying." I didn't know when, but she was already standing beside me, speaking softly.

"Sister, I know. But I really love you..."

"No! Besides, you should still call me sister."

"No! In public, I'll call you sister, but in private, I'll call you wife." "

I said, no! Even if we ignore worldly criticism, we have to consider your brother-in-law." "My brother- in-law

and I have cared for each other since we were little. ...What did you say about my brother-in-law the other day?" Caught in a bind, I had to change the subject.

"Let's not talk about it."

"No! I want to know why?"

"What, why?"

"You said, 'If my family has an heir, it'll probably depend on you.'"

"Why are you asking this?"

"I care about you, and I care about my brother-in-law." She said matter-of-factly.

She silently watched me, her face turning red.

"Is my brother-in-law impotent?" I asked tentatively, my heart pounding with trepidation.

She lowered her head and shook it. Clearly, her resolve was wavering.

"How about...?"

"He can just have his fun, just poke around randomly..." Her head sank even lower.

"As long as he can ejaculate, you can get pregnant."

"He only lasts less than a minute... whether he's inside or not... he always gets me all wet..."

Suddenly, it dawned on me. My intellectually disabled brother-in-law, though sexually aroused, didn't know how to do it. For over a year, although she had a husband, she was practically living a widow's life! Thinking of this, a wave of indignation washed over me, a surge of reluctance to let her go...

I turned and hugged her!

"Brother, don't do it again..." she said angrily.

"Sister, listen to me. Let me take your brother-in-law's place. We're siblings, he can't be without an heir."

"No, if someone sees us, we won't be able to hide." she said fearfully.

"We're outside, not at home."

"No, I'm scared!"

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid," I whispered. One hand gently caressed her chest through her clothes.

Gradually, her ears turned red again, and her breathing became rapid.

Carefully, I pulled up her shirt, and gently slipped my hand inside her bra. I could feel her nipples hardening.

"Brother, please don't. We'll get deeper and deeper into this!" she said softly, panting.

At this moment, how could I listen to anything else, blinded by lust! I pulled down her trousers and underwear. Still struggling internally, she half-heartedly cooperated with my actions under my forceful manipulation.

Only after I penetrated her did she cease her symbolic, feeble struggles.

Her warm, tight vaginal cavity brought me unparalleled comfort and pleasure.

Gradually, she began to reciprocate my thrusts, then clung tightly to me, her hips swaying.

The passionate piston-like movements produced squelching sounds, and we thrust and received with even greater effort.

Finally, the volcano erupted—our upper bodies were tightly embraced, our lower bodies pressed together.

For a long, long time. When we separated, she silently put on her clothes, picked up her lunch basket, lowered her head, and went home.

I deliberately worked late, waiting until the sun had completely set before nervously making my way home in the dark. Upon entering, I saw the dinner dishes still neatly laid out on the table. Mom was sitting on the sofa watching TV, and my brother-in-law's singing could be heard from the bathroom.

I looked at Mom with suspicion.

"Little brother, why are you so late today? Your older sister said she'd wait for you to come back so we could eat together."

"And where's my older sister?"

"Look, she's in there right now, scrubbing your brother-in-law's back." She pointed to the closed bathroom door, chin in hand.

"Hey! You two, stop fooling around. Come out and eat!" she called out towards the bathroom. After

washing my hands and setting the table, my brother-in-law and sister came out of the bathroom one after the other.

"Mom, I'm telling you, we're having a baby! My wife said she wants one, hee hee!" my brother-in-law said happily to my mother.

"Honey, if you keep acting like this, I'll slap you." My sister scolded my brother-in-law a little embarrassedly, then turned and gave me a deep look.

My mother smiled at my sister, then turned to my brother-in-law and said, "Look at you, acting like a little kid. Your little brother is going to laugh at you."

"No, I won't!" he said, turning back to me with a silly grin.

I looked embarrassed and said to them, "Aren't you going to eat? I'm starving."

*** *** *** *** ***

For more than a week afterward, my sister deliberately stayed either by my brother-in-law's or my mother's side. I didn't even have a chance to be alone with her.

To alleviate my guilt and loneliness, I threw myself into my work even more. My sister, as usual, acted as if nothing was wrong, even when she was with me.

I leveled the pile of fertilizer in the work shed, covered it with a thick layer of empty burlap sacks, and then put a straw mat on top, so I could take a comfortable afternoon nap.

When I had nothing to do, I would stay alone in the work shed, thinking about my sister and reminiscing about her alluring body. I also sorted and packed up the unused fertilizer.

One boring Sunday afternoon, no one went to the fields. I rode my bicycle to the village to buy some things. When I returned, I only saw Mom dozing on the sofa, and my brother-in-law snoring from the room. To avoid waking them, I tiptoed towards the shed in the pineapple orchard.

Entering the shed, I was shocked to find my sister sitting there! She was wearing a short, open-front top and a wide white skirt.

Seeing me, she stood up shyly. My heart pounded.

I rushed over, grabbed her, and without a word, kissed her neck passionately. One hand slipped under her top and inside her breasts—she wasn't wearing a bra! I greedily fondled her full, erect breasts. She closed her eyes, trembling slightly, leaning against me, letting me do as I pleased.

I gently placed her on the straw mat, lifted her skirt, and her snow-white lower body was revealed—she wasn't even wearing pants! Her prominent mons pubis was hidden among a thicket of dark pubic hair.

I greedily sucked on her saliva, my middle finger lightly exploring her vulva. Soon, her juices soaked my entire palm.

Without hesitation, I pulled down my shorts, grasped my already raging penis, and thrust straight in!

"Slap! Slap! Slap!" My scrotum slapped against her perineum, the sound audible.

"Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!" Her moans and groans matched the rhythmic tremors of her body, her long hair swaying with them.

I fucked her relentlessly, as if trying to release all the pent-up desire of the past few days.

Even with her eyes closed and head tilted to the side, she actively wrapped her legs around my waist, allowing me to penetrate deeper, and occasionally thrusting up and down and side to side, matching my thrusts.

My wild horse was galloping, my blood was boiling

, my mind was blank, I fucked hard... fucked with all my might...

I fully enjoyed the indescribable, beyond description, beauty of fucking a young woman's tender cunt, fully releasing my love for her and the lust in my heart.

Just like last time, I felt her internal muscles contracting strongly, warm, moist fluid gushing out, drenching my glans and overflowing her vagina, my glans being rhythmically sucked by her powerful vaginal muscles.

I knew she had reached orgasm. But my desire remained high; I instinctively held back my ejaculation and thrust even harder, each time to the very end!

After another frantic seven or eight hundred thrusts, finally, an irresistible tingling sensation shot through my glans, and my semen erupted like a volcano, gushing out and shooting inside her!

Looking down at her, her eyes had rolled back, and she was panting heavily.

My penis hadn't softened; my desire was still high, and it remained erect and hard inside her. I held her tightly, breathing heavily.

When we caught our breath, I saw her eyes sparkle, and she said coquettishly, "You, so—, are you going to kill me?"

I didn't say a word, propped myself up, and thrust into her again!

"Ouch... Oh! Help... my... oh!..."

she cried out softly. By the time I ejaculated for the second time, she was completely limp. I pulled out my penis, and her lower body was a mess.

I took some toilet paper and gently wiped her perineum.

...

We sat facing each other, looking at each other.

"Are you angry with me?" she asked, her gentle eyes fixed on me.

I shook my head: "These past few days, I've missed you so much!"

"Me too..."

"Then, why do you always avoid me?" I looked at her anxiously.

"..." A faint smile played on her lips as she looked at me with a shrewd gaze, an expression that captivated me.

"These past few days, I've patiently guided my husband, trying to calm him down and get him to ejaculate inside me. I really want to have his child, if possible. After all, he's my husband." She lowered her head and said softly.

"Did he manage it?"

"The last two times he finally succeeded." She looked helpless.

"What if he doesn't?"

"At least, I can still get pregnant with yours."

"Still my brother-in-law?"

"Yes. So, you should also be careful about your words and actions." She looked up at me.

"I understand." I said firmly.

Watching her walk home, her steps a little unsteady, I realized I had been too reckless and might have hurt her.

At dinner, seeing her occasionally furrow her brow, I looked at her questioningly, only to be met with a glare.

The next day, after making breakfast, she went back to her room and didn't go to the fields. I was anxious but could only watch helplessly.

She didn't come out until evening. Seeing no one nearby, I eagerly approached her and asked, "What's wrong?"

"You deserve a beating!" she said, blushing and glaring at me.

"What?" I was completely bewildered.

"You've made me all swollen!"

"Ah... I'm sorry... I'll be gentler next time..." I stammered, unsure how to comfort her.

She ignored me and turned to walk towards my mother, who was some distance away.

...

Four days later, during the afternoon break, she came to the shed wearing her everyday clothes—a short-sleeved top and a wide skirt—carrying a small pot of chilled grass jelly. My mother followed behind.

"Mom, the sun's so strong, you should rest at home."

"Oh, Mom was worried you'd be exhausted! Well, she managed to get this chilled grass jelly from your brother-in-law's 'tiger mouth'," my sister said playfully.

"Listen to her!" my mother laughed happily.

"Mom... you again..." my sister blushed shyly.

We chatted there for quite a while. Gradually, Mom started yawning.

"Mom, I'll go back with you to rest now. I have something to tell you tonight," my older sister said mysteriously.

"No need, I'll go back by myself. You two talk. Brother, rest when you need to, don't tire yourself out. Also, when the sun is a little less intense, take your older sister back. I've put her things on your motorcycle."

"Okay, Mom. Be careful."

Mom walked back slowly, step by step.

The two of us were left, silently looking at each other.

"Are you feeling better?" I glanced at her lower body with concern.

"You're always so indecent!" Following my gaze, she blushed and scolded me.

I pulled her over and sat her down beside me. I gently played with her earlobe, the base of her ear, and her neck with one hand. They were soft and smooth, and it felt so good.

"You scared me." "

I'm sorry, I was just too excited that day."

"Hmph! Isn't that how you are every time?"

"Let me see." She grinned and was about to make her move.

"No—" She squeezed her legs together, one hand covering her chest, the other pushing my hand away.

"Ah…"

I took the opportunity to gently flip her onto the straw mat, turning her over so we were face to face, pressing down on her tightly.

She obediently let me be on top of her, gazing at me tenderly.

"Oh… no—."

I rubbed my stubble against her pink cheeks, her mature woman's fragrance deeply intoxicating me.

My heart pounded like a drum, each beat audible.

I leaned to one side, lifted her skirt, and pulled down her small panties, revealing her white, plump vulva, like a large white steamed bun, her pink labia majora tightly clamping the crimson slit in the middle… all of it was before my eyes.

"Mmm…" I rolled over, opened my mouth wide, and took most of her vulva into my mouth, sucking deeply.

"Ugh! It's dirty..."

*** *** *** *** ***

I parted her legs, slowly, and gently inserted my already swollen penis into her little crevice. She was very wet inside. Using my knees as a fulcrum, I leaned over her, my hands grasping each of her full, white breasts, and slowly pushed... pushed... pushed...

Unable to hide her shyness, whenever I thrust deeply inside her, rotating my hips and rubbing against her soft clitoris, she would seem overwhelmed, her small mouth slightly open, emitting soft "uh... oh..." sounds, her eyes closed, even turning her head to one side. Her entire fair face turned pink and glowed, all the way to her ears.

"Is this okay?"

"Mmm." She nodded slightly.

"Faster?" She

nodded slightly again.

I increased the pressure a little. And so, slowly increasing the pressure... and then increasing it... and then speeding up...

Later, without asking any more questions, I just kept accelerating my thrusts.

She was panting heavily, and my glans sent waves of orgasm through me again. I

stopped thrusting, my penis still inside her, and gently turned her head, tenderly brushing aside her disheveled hair.

"Little brother, you've made me weak!" she said weakly, her starry eyes slightly open and a faint smile playing on her lips.

"I hope I didn't hurt you this time!" I said gently.

"Why are you always so naughty?"

"Heh! I just love being naughty when there's a beautiful girl around."

She blushed to the roots of her ears at my compliment.

"Little brother, seriously consider this. I'll introduce you to my cousin, okay?"

"Why are you so enthusiastic?"

"I'm scared!" "

What are you scared of?"

"I'm scared that we..."

I covered her mouth with one hand.

"I'll consider it, but let's not talk about this now, okay?"

"Sigh! You, you're really my nemesis."

"You won't deliberately avoid me anymore, will you?"

"How could that be? Last time I finally prepared myself mentally before coming here, but you made me hurt for days." Her voice was soft and sweet, it sounded so comforting.

"Are you okay now?"

I said, and started thrusting again.

"Ouch! Don't do it again..."

"No, let me cum quickly!" I said, and I started thrusting again.

When it was all over, it was past 3 pm.

From then on, every two or three days we would find time to meet in the pineapple orchard and have a good time. She would always come to me, I would take the initiative, and she would silently cooperate. Once

we left there, we would carefully maintain the boundaries between siblings. Because we were far from the villagers' activity area and there were no strangers in the fields, our relationship was kept very secret.

Three months later, one day, my older sister secretly told me that she hadn't had her period for more than a month. After hearing this, I was secretly happy, whether it was my brother-in-law's or mine, it was mine anyway.

A little while later, my sister's morning sickness became more and more pronounced. Mom was overjoyed when she found out!

My brother-in-law, needless to say, was like a child who had just won a prize, telling everyone he was going to be a father.

"Brother-in-law, look at you, you're more like a child than your baby!" I sometimes couldn't help but tease him.

"You don't know how much I love children," my brother-in-law said, beaming.

"If the child misbehaves, you'll slap your husband's face too," my sister would sometimes join in the joke.

*** *** *** *** ***

Mom stopped letting my sister go to the fields and repeatedly warned my brother-in-law not to "bother" her, lest it affect the baby in her womb.

My sister, however, insisted on going to the fields to check on things and do some light work that didn't require much physical exertion, arguing that pregnant women also need appropriate exercise.

Mom could only repeatedly tell me not to let my sister overwork herself. I readily agreed.

Therefore, my sister could legitimately come to the work shed to "rest" every now and then. Moreover, I wore relatively loose clothing—at that time, so-called "maternity wear" wasn't fashionable.

My mother and brother-in-law always assumed I spent most of my time in the pineapple orchard and would take good care of my sister, so they let her go without worry.

Therefore, it was more convenient and less harassed for us to have sex there. It was even common to have sex once or twice a day.

We jokingly called it "continuous repair."

At this time, we were deeply infatuated with each other's bodies. I was already immersed in the vortex of lust.

My sister, on the other hand, was also unable to extricate herself from the pleasure of new intercourse. In addition, due to her pregnancy, her vagina was more prone to engorgement and more sensitive. Sex was more stimulating and even more irresistible to us.

Three years of rigorous training in the Marine Corps also gave me enough stamina and provided a constant source of energy.

The matter of asking someone to help me find a job in the Hukou Export Processing Zone had received a response. My mother and brother-in-law were very happy, but my sister was the only one who objected.

She said she was pregnant and had difficulty moving around, so someone had to do the heavy work. Therefore, she asked me to wait a while longer.

After hearing her words, Mom wanted me to stay. I was happy to accept. To be honest, the two of us were currently in the throes of passion, and I was reluctant to separate.

Privately, she strongly persuaded me to stay and plan for the family business in the long term, so that the whole family could work together.

Following her advice, I began to examine the land around our farm and its current situation. I also started visiting the Hukou Farmers' Association to inquire about future agricultural trends and current market conditions, as a reference for future planting varieties.

At that time, the pineapple market was gradually declining due to exports to Japan, so we reduced the size of our pineapple plantation. We used that land to grow tomatoes and vegetables, which are short-term, high-monetary-value crops.

The family income improved significantly. Through my sister's planning, we used part of our savings to rent a piece of sandy dry land to grow asparagus. This also made us quite a bit of money. But that's another story.

However, due to my sister's insistence, I finally agreed to meet my cousin.

Although she was no less beautiful than my sister and seemed quite gentle, I really didn't feel anything for her.

At that moment, my infatuation with my sister had deepened, even though she was over five months pregnant.

Helplessly, my sister had no choice but to go along with me. But as her belly grew larger, she could no longer help, even with light work. Therefore, she asked my cousin, who was already working at the export processing zone management office, to quit her job and come to our house to help. My sister asked me to tidy up the still-empty room to use as her bedroom.

What puzzled me was that at that time, many young men and women flocked to the export processing zone, just to find a low-level operator's job. But my cousin obediently complied with my sister's request, quitting her higher-ranking job to become a "female farmer" at my house.

What surprised me even more was that, despite her timid and seemingly frail appearance, once she started working in the fields, she was no less capable than a grown man!

But once she got home, she would always cling to her sister's side, appearing delicate and timid.

All of this puzzled me and aroused my curiosity! And as a result, I began to look at her with increasing admiration.

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