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The Beast in the House (Part 1): My Sister's Beautiful Breasts

Author: Self-Master

I'm about to tell a true story that seems unbelievable to modern readers.

Shortly after I was born, my father tragically passed away in a traffic accident, leaving behind my mother and my two siblings. Although my mother earned a decent salary working at a bank, she struggled to support the family alone. The family's situation only improved after my sisters started working.

The story begins about a year ago. My eldest sister was twenty-five years old that year, nine years older than me. She had been married for over two years. Since she only appears in the second part of the story, I won't elaborate further.

My second sister is two years younger than my eldest. She works as a music teacher at a school. She's not tall, but very well-proportioned, petite and delicate. With a straight nose and a pretty face, she was quite a beauty. She loved music and dreamed of becoming a brilliant pianist since childhood; everything else was secondary, including boys. Although she was in her early twenties, she had never had a close boyfriend.

Because of her mother's work, she wasn't too strict with me, the youngest, but I wasn't a particularly bad kid. That is, until I met Fatty Dragon at the video game arcade. This guy was just nineteen and a complete delinquent. He loved to brag about his sexual history.

While I wasn't entirely convinced by his exaggerations, as long as what he described was exciting and novel enough, it was enough to entice me. One loved to listen, the other loved to talk; over time, he became my best buddy for teasing. He talked most about his girls' breasts. How huge Girl A's breasts were; how elastic Girl B's breasts were; how amazing Girl C's were.

Under this constant influence, I gradually developed very strong sexual fantasies about women's breasts. The large or small breasts of the girls on the street or in school became my objects of voyeuristic gaze. The innocent boy of the past had gradually transformed into a little pervert.

That summer came earlier than usual. May was already very hot. The women on the street were all dressed very thinly and in small clothes. Their slender, curvaceous figures were all exposed. Especially those women wearing tight-fitting tops were particularly alluring; their breasts seemed about to burst out from under the thin fabric. I really wanted to pounce on them and grab them hard.

Because my mother enjoyed fresh air and our family's financial situation had improved, we recently moved to a quiet suburban area. Suburban houses are generally larger than those in the city. Our house was no exception; it had courtyards in front and back, and was quite a distance from the nearest neighbor. Although the location was rather remote, my second sister's school wasn't too far from home, so she always got home before me. This day was no exception. Standing at the door, I could already hear the piano music wafting from inside. Entering, I saw her sitting alone at the piano.

I said, "Second sister, I'm home,"

and quickly grabbed a bottle of iced drink from the refrigerator, trying to cool down the lust aroused by the sight of her beautiful breasts on the way home.

Before I could even take a sip, I heard my second sister's voice. "Little brother, come and take a look at this sheet music. It's my latest work, the result of months of painstaking effort."

Although I know a little about the piano, I'm not particularly fond of it. Reluctantly, I slowly approached her from behind. I picked up the sheet music and glanced at it a few times. To be honest, I didn't know much about it, but I casually said, "It's quite impressive."

My second sister looked smug upon hearing

this: "Really? Little brother, you're so good at talking. Don't move. Let me play a piece for you now." Actually, if I had a choice, I would rather go back to my room and masturbate. But not wanting to go against her wishes, I said, "Great! Please, great pianist, play a piece for me."

And so, the music, which I couldn't tell was good or not so good, began to drift into my ears.

The piano music continued, but my mind was still filled with the image of those large, beautiful breasts I'd seen on the way. Lost in thought, my gaze unconsciously followed my second sister's hands as she played the keys. Suddenly, a beautiful cleavage caught my eye, instantly pulling me back from my reverie.

Focusing, I looked again. Yes, an incredibly alluring cleavage was indeed peeking out from under my second sister's collar. Although I immediately realized I should look away, the allure of a woman's cleavage was irresistible. My eyes were like they'd been struck by a powerful magnet, unable to look away.

The V-neck of my second sister's shirt wasn't too low, but because my gaze was looking down at her from behind, the top of her cleavage still managed to sneak a peek. I gazed at my older sister's breasts, which I hadn't paid much attention to before. I realized that while they weren't super-sized, they looked remarkably firm and perky at that moment. Because the shirt was thin and soft, the outline of her bra was faintly visible through the fabric.

This accidental temptation ignited an uncontrollable desire in me for my sister.

Like a searchlight, my gaze swept over her upper body. Sure enough, when her arms moved as she played the piano, I could glimpse her light blue bra through the cuffs and armpits. Although it was only a small part of the bra, it was incredibly provocative in this moment of heightened desire.

Without realizing it, my right hand was already inside my pocket, kneading my already erect penis. The more I looked, the more my lust burned. Suddenly, I imagined my hands pressing down on my second sister's chest from behind, vigorously squeezing her firm breasts. Just then, a very deep piano melody startled me from my lewd fantasies.

It turned out that my second sister had finished playing her new piece. Turning around, she asked, "How was it? Did you like it?"

When she saw my flushed face, she asked curiously, "Oh! Little brother, are you hot?"

To avoid her seeing the unsightly state in front of my crotch, I immediately turned and rushed to the bathroom. While replying, "It's nothing, just a bit of a stomachache," I added, "Sister's new song is truly first-rate." But in my heart, I was thinking, "Sister's breasts are truly first-rate."

After closing the bathroom door, I splashed cold water on my face, trying to cool down my lust, but it didn't work. My second sister's high, full breasts wouldn't leave my mind; the more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable my crotch felt. I had to release this lust. I pulled out my hard penis from my pants and immediately sat on the toilet to masturbate.

After about ten strokes, I saw the laundry basket nearby and couldn't resist getting up to open it. After searching for a moment, I found what I was looking for: a black lace bra.

My mother clearly wouldn't choose this style, so I assumed the bra belonged to my second sister. Holding the bra close to my nose, I noticed a faint, lingering fragrance. The thought that I was smelling my second sister's breast scent made my penis feel like it was about to burst. I eagerly covered my swollen glans with one of the cups and slowly rubbed it, fantasizing about my penis entering and exiting between my second sister's breasts.

Waves of pleasure surged from my glans into my brain. In no time, my excitement reached its peak. I pressed harder on my glans through the cups, and my ejaculation occurred—for the first time, my semen gushed out for my own second sister's beautiful breasts.

After that, my second sister's bra and panties became my tools for self-pleasure. On nights when my libido was high, I would sometimes ejaculate two or three times before I could fall asleep. When I saw my second sister during the day, just thinking about how her panties, which clung tightly to her breasts and mons pubis, were stained with my semen, was enough to make my penis hard for half a day.

The Beast in the House (Part 1) My Sister's Beautiful Breasts

Author: Self-made Master

I want to tell you a true story that is unbelievable to modern people.

Shortly after I was born, my father died in a traffic accident. He left behind my mother and my two siblings. Although my mother's salary at the bank was not bad, she still found it very difficult to support the family on her own. It was not until my sisters went out to work that the family's situation improved.

The story begins about a year ago. My eldest sister was twenty-five years old that year, nine years older than me. She had been married for more than two years. Since she only appears in the second part of the story, I won't go into much detail about her yet.

My second sister is two years younger than my eldest sister. She works as a music teacher at a school. She's not tall, but very well-proportioned, petite and delicate. With her straight nose and pretty face, she's quite a little beauty. She loves music and has dreamed of becoming a great pianist since childhood. Everything else is secondary to her, including boys. Although she's in her early twenties, she's never had a close boyfriend.

My mother's work means she's not too strict with me, the youngest, but I wasn't a particularly bad kid. That is, until I met Fatty Dragon at the video game arcade. This guy was just nineteen and a complete delinquent. He loved to brag about his sexual history.

Although I wasn't entirely convinced by his boasts, as long as his descriptions were exciting and novel enough, they were enough to entice me. One enjoyed listening, the other loved talking, and over time, he became my best buddy in badmouthing. He talked most about his girls' breasts. How huge Girl A's breasts were; how elastic Girl B's breasts were; how wonderful Girl C's were.

Under this constant influence, I gradually developed very strong sexual fantasies about women's breasts; the large and small breasts of women on the street or in school became my objects of voyeuristic gaze. The innocent boy of the past had gradually transformed into a little pervert.

That summer came earlier than usual. May was already very hot. The women on the street were all dressed very thinly and in small clothes. Their slender, curvaceous figures all revealed their lack of desire. The bodies of women in tight-fitting tops were especially alluring, their breasts seemingly about to burst forth from the thin fabric. I really wanted to pounce and grab them.

Because my mother preferred fresh air and our financial situation had improved, we recently moved to a quiet suburb. Houses in the suburbs are generally larger than those in the city. Our house was no exception; it had courtyards in front and back, and was some distance from the nearest neighbor. Although the place was rather remote, my second sister's school wasn't too far from home, so she always got home earlier than me. This day was no exception; standing in front of the door, I could already hear the sound of a piano drifting from inside. Entering the house, I saw her sitting alone at the piano.

I said, "Second sister, I'm home,"

and hurriedly grabbed a bottle of iced drink from the refrigerator, trying to cool down the lust aroused by the sight of her beautiful breasts on my way home.

Before I could even take a sip, I heard my second sister's voice. "Little brother, come and take a look at this sheet music. This is my latest work, the result of months of painstaking effort."

Although I know a little about the piano, I'm not particularly fond of it. Reluctantly, I slowly approached her from behind. I picked up the sheet music and glanced at it a few times. Actually, I didn't know much about it, and casually said, "It's quite impressive."

My second sister looked smug upon hearing this: "Really? Little brother, you know how to talk. Don't move. Let me play a piece for you now."

Actually, if I had a choice, I would rather go back to my room and masturbate. Not wanting to go against her wishes, I said, "Very well, please, great pianist, play a piece for me."

And so, the music, whether good or not, began to drift into my ears.

Although the music continued, my mind was still filled with the image of those large, beautiful breasts I had seen on the way. Lost in thought, my gaze unconsciously followed my second sister's hands as she played the keys. Suddenly, a beautiful cleavage came into view, instantly pulling me back from my reverie.

Focusing, I looked again. Yes, an extremely alluring deep cleavage was indeed peeking out from under my second sister's collar. Although I immediately realized I should look away, the allure of a woman's cleavage was simply irresistible to me. My eyes were like they'd been struck by a powerful magnet, unable to look away.

The V-neck of my second sister's shirt wasn't too low, but because my gaze was fixed on her from behind and above, the top of her cleavage still peeked out. Looking at these breasts, which I'd never paid much attention to before, I realized that while they weren't super-sized, they looked remarkably firm and perky at that moment. Because the shirt was thin and soft, the outline of her bust was also faintly visible through the fabric.

This accidental temptation ignited an uncontrollable desire in me for my older sister.

Like a searchlight, my gaze swept back and forth across my second sister's upper body. Sure enough, I noticed that as her arm moved with the piano playing, I could glimpse her light blue bra through her sleeve and armpit. Although it was only a small part of the bra, it was incredibly provocative in this moment of heightened lust.

Without realizing it, my right hand was already in my pocket, kneading my already erect penis. The more I looked, the more intense my lust became. Suddenly, I imagined my hands pressing down on my second sister's chest from behind, forcefully squeezing her firm breasts. Just then, a very deep piano melody startled me from my lewd fantasies.

It turned out that my second sister had finished playing her new piece. Turning back, she asked, "How was it? Did you like it?"

When she saw my flushed face, she asked curiously, "Oh! Are you hot, little brother?"

To avoid her seeing the unsightly state of my crotch, I immediately turned and rushed to the bathroom. I replied, "It's nothing, just a bit of a stomachache." I added, "Sister's new song is truly first-rate." But in my heart, I was thinking, "Sister's breasts are truly first-rate."

After closing the bathroom door, I splashed cold water on my face, trying to cool down my lust, but it didn't work. My second sister's high, full breasts just wouldn't leave my mind, and the more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable my crotch felt. I had to release this lust. I pulled out my hard penis from my pants and sat on the toilet to masturbate.

After fiddling with it about ten times, I noticed the laundry rack nearby and couldn't resist getting up to open it. After searching for a moment, I found what I was looking for: a black lace bra.

My mother wouldn't choose this style, so I assumed it belonged to my second sister. Holding the bra close to my nose, I noticed a faint, lingering fragrance. The thought that I was smelling my second sister's breast milk made my penis feel like it was about to burst. I eagerly placed one of the cups over my swollen glans and slowly rubbed it, fantasizing about my penis entering and exiting between my second sister's breasts.

Waves of pleasure surged from my glans into my brain. In no time, my excitement reached its peak. I pressed my hand harder against the head of my penis through her bra, and my ejaculation occurred. For the first time, my semen gushed out onto my own second sister's beautiful breasts.

From then on, my second sister's bra and panties became my tools for self-cleaning. On nights when my libido was high, I would sometimes ejaculate two or three times before I could fall asleep. When I saw my second sister during the day, just thinking about how her panties, which clung to her breasts and mons pubis, were stained with my semen, was enough to keep my penis hard for half a day.

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