One-night stand with my sister

One stormy night, my sister hurriedly shook me awake. I was sound asleep and impatiently asked her what she wanted. It turned out she had been awakened by the sound of the wind and rain outside. My sister has always been timid; whenever there's thunder or a strong storm, she runs to sleep with our parents. Although she's gotten better as she's grown up, today the wind and rain seemed even stronger than usual. I even heard the sound of a signboard being blown down, no wonder she was so frightened. Our parents had just gone back to their hometown that day, so she had to come to me.

She kept begging me to come to her room and sleep with her. I was very sleepy and naturally didn't want to. Seeing that she couldn't persuade me otherwise, she squeezed onto my small single bed. My small single bed, which is only 3 feet wide, obviously couldn't fit two people. I didn't even have room to turn over. It seemed I couldn't persuade her otherwise. She half-pushed, half-pulled me to her room, and once I got on her double bed, I fell asleep immediately.

After being disturbed by her, I was wide awake, and I could sense that my sister, who was sleeping next to me, was also unable to fall asleep. To be honest, my sister is truly a beauty. Not only did our parents give her a pretty face, but she's also 163cm tall, slender, with fair skin and long, straight, black hair. She's had a constant stream of suitors since junior high. When I was in high school, my best friends would come to my house all the time, but their purpose wasn't even to catch a glimpse of her. But my sister, who prefers mature men, naturally looked down on my group of immature friends.

My sister knew I couldn't sleep, so she started chatting with me, including about my relationship with my girlfriend. I've been with my current girlfriend since my freshman year of college, but isn't the main purpose of dating at this age sex? I inherited good genes from my family, so when I first entered college, quite a few girls approached me. I picked the prettiest one and got along well with her, and soon we both lost our virginity. She asked me if I loved her, and to be honest, I really couldn't say.

My sister's boyfriend is quite a bit older than her; he's already graduated from graduate school and joined the army, so they rarely see each other now. My girlfriend's sex drive isn't high at her age, so I can't be with her all the time. Therefore, I still maintain the habit of watching porn and masturbating. My sister and I grew up together; we're not particularly close, but we're not completely strangers either. She's lying next to me now, her body doesn't intentionally touch me, and her hair often unconsciously slips onto me. For some reason, I feel a sexual urge towards this woman's body, which is

so close to me. Of course, I have to suppress it, but as the noise intensifies, she gets closer and closer. She's wearing a cotton onesie, the hem of which only reaches above her knees, and she's not wearing a bra. I can occasionally touch her breasts through her clothes. It's the height of summer, and I'm only wearing a tank top and shorts, so our skin is often in extensive contact. I'm already erect, so I keep my back to her, afraid she'll notice, but I really want to roll over and pin her down on the bed.

Seeing that I don't want to talk to her, she stops talking to me and turns her back to me. I breathed a sigh of relief, but my lust was even more overwhelming. I turned to lie flat, but accidentally bumped into her. She turned around, saw my erection, and we made eye contact. I couldn't hold back any longer and pounced on her.

I pushed her down on the bed, trying to kiss her, but she resisted. I suddenly realized she was my older sister and stopped. We looked at each other. I wanted to apologize, but before I could speak, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. My reason was completely overwhelmed by lust. I kissed her passionately, took off her clothes, and grabbed her breasts, sucking on them vigorously. She helped me undress, and soon we were both naked. I continued to kiss her, sucking on her breasts and kissing her flat stomach. My sister's figure was truly amazing; her skin was smooth and soft, and she didn't have an ounce of fat. My girlfriend couldn't compare to her at all.

I started stroking her genitals, and she quickly became aroused, her lower body writhing incessantly. She also actively stroked my penis and sucked on my nipples. My already hard penis grew even larger under her stimulation. Afraid of premature ejaculation, I quickly moved to her lower position, spread her legs, and began to taste her genitals. She began to moan incessantly, her hands playing with my hair, her legs involuntarily spreading wider and wider.

After a burst of stimulation from my tongue, she urged me to enter, seemingly close to climaxing. I ruthlessly thrust my penis into my sister's vagina and began to pump, holding her waist and swaying wildly. My sister's vagina was tighter than I had imagined; perhaps because her boyfriend was in the military, and the frequency of their encounters had decreased. I dared not look directly at her face; after all, she was my own sister. Her eyes kept shifting, but occasionally our eyes would meet. I had to admit that this incestuous sex brought unparalleled pleasure. I sped up, and she gripped my arm tightly, her moans growing louder. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, demanding a kiss. I complied, our tongues entwining, and I pinched her breasts, occasionally sucking on her nipples.

I pressed my entire body against her, thrusting relentlessly. Her legs clamped tightly around me, as if she wanted to devour me, yet she suppressed her moans. Suddenly, I felt myself climaxing, much faster than I expected. I tried to stop, but my semen surged uncontrollably. I tried to pull out, but it was too late; all my semen shot into my sister's body. We stared at each other in silence for a moment, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word. Finally, I lay on top of her, deciding to forget about it and fully savor the intimacy between our bodies.

I turned and left her, lying down beside her. We each took some tissues to clean ourselves. The wind and rain outside continued. Soon, my sister hugged me tightly again, her breasts pressed against my chest, and she played with my nipples. I reached out and played with her hair, something I often did as a child, but I never imagined that at this moment, I would be having an incestuous relationship with her.

She began to stroke my penis. Being a teenager, my penis quickly became erect. My sister's slender hands continuously stroked my testicles and erect penis, causing it to quickly become erect and press against my abdomen. My sister knelt down and began to suck my penis. Her oral sex skills were far superior to my girlfriend's. When I made love with my girlfriend, after the first round, if I asked her to help me finish orally, she would always complain about the semen residue and taste on my penis and refuse. I never expected my sister to offer to help me.

My sister used both her mouth and hands, continuously sucking my penis and occasionally playing with my testicles. I began to moan uncontrollably, which made my sister smile with a sense of accomplishment, but she didn't stop what she was doing. My attitude towards her became more and more natural. I reached out and took her hand, not only playing with her fingers but also subtly urging her to come on top. Sure enough, it wasn't long before she came on top. After skillfully inserting my penis, she began to move naturally, her face always filled with a joyful smile, and she pulled my hand to grab her breasts.

Her speed increased, and I intertwined our fingers, giving her a foothold to increase her speed. The older sister on top was so alluring that I couldn't resist kissing her. I sat up and embraced her, beginning to taste her tender lips. She responded very proactively, but her lower body continued its movements. I began to adapt to her rhythm and then began to respond to her actively, which seemed to give her great pleasure. Although her mouth was covered by mine, she kept moaning softly. I released her mouth and began to suckle her breasts. She began to moan loudly and hugged me even tighter.

After a while, she forcefully pushed me down onto the bed, pressed her hands against my chest, and began to thrust violently and rapidly. It was clear she intended to reach orgasm in this position. I held her slender waist, letting her suckle my flesh like a slut. She had reached her limit; she moaned incessantly, and finally, with a high-pitched, wanton cry, she collapsed on top of me, panting heavily. I had never felt so fulfilled, because she made me feel like a man, capable of satisfying any woman.

The second round, of course, didn't end so quickly. I decided to do something I'd always wanted to do but never had the chance. After she finished resting, I pulled her to the kitchen. Our kitchen was long and narrow. I had her put her hands on the counter, spread her legs, and then, supporting her waist, entered from behind. This was where Mom usually cooked. Her apron and oven mitts hung on the wall, and this imagery fueled my passion. I thrust into her forcefully, occasionally stimulating her clitoris and breasts. She no longer held back her moans, letting out high-pitched groans. Outside, the wind and rain raged, while we were indulging in illicit pleasure.

I held her tightly against my body, turning her head to kiss me passionately. She wrapped one arm around my head. Now we were not only blood-bound but also intimately intertwined. I began to feel the urge to finish, so I supported her waist, lowered her body, and began to thrust harder. She pressed her hands against the counter, her moans becoming even more incessant. For the first time, I felt I had reached her climax, which accelerated our orgasms. I couldn't hold back any longer, and my semen erupted like a torrent into her body; I ejaculated inside her again.

That night, we had sex again in the bathroom, and again the next morning. From then on, we never had sex again, nor did we ever talk about what happened that day. Our interactions were never unusual; that night's sex seemed purely about mutual benefit.

One stormy night, my sister hurriedly shook me awake. I was sound asleep and impatiently asked her what she wanted. It turned out she had been awakened by the wind and rain outside. My sister had always been timid; whenever there was thunder or heavy rain, she would run to sleep with our parents. She had improved as she grew older, but today the wind and rain seemed even stronger than usual. I even heard the sound of a signboard being blown down. No wonder she was so frightened. Our parents had gone back to their hometown that day, so she had to come to me.

She kept begging me to come to her room and sleep with her, but I was wide awake and naturally very reluctant. Seeing she couldn't resist me, she squeezed onto my small single bed. My tiny single bed, only three feet wide, obviously couldn't fit two people; I barely had room to turn over. It seemed I couldn't persuade her otherwise. She half-pushed, half-pulled me into her room, and

once on her double bed, I collapsed into bed and fell asleep. After being disturbed by her, I was wide awake, and I could sense that my sister, sleeping next to me, was also unable to sleep. To be honest, my sister is truly a beauty. Not only did our parents give her a pretty face, but she's also 163cm tall, slender, with fair skin and long, straight, black hair. She's had a constant stream of suitors since middle school. When I was in high school, my best friends would come to my house all the time, but their purpose wasn't even to see her. But my sister, who prefers mature men, naturally looked down on my group of immature friends.

My sister knew I couldn't sleep, so she started chatting with me, including about my relationship with my girlfriend. I've been with her since my freshman year of college, but isn't the main purpose of a relationship for guys this age sex? I inherited good genes from my family, so when I first entered university, quite a few girls approached me. I picked the prettiest one and got along well with her, and we lost our virginity not long after. She asked me if I loved her, and honestly, I couldn't say.

My sister's boyfriend is quite a bit older than her; he's already graduated from graduate school and joined the army, so we see each other less and less now. My girlfriend's sex drive isn't high at her age, so I can't be with her all the time. I still maintain the habit of watching porn and masturbating. My sister and I grew up together; we're not particularly close, but we're not completely strangers either. She's lying next to me now, her body doesn't intentionally touch me, and her hair often unconsciously slips onto me. For some reason, I feel sexually aroused by this woman's body, which is so close to my blood.

Of course, I had to suppress it, but as the wind and rain grew louder, she drew closer to me. She was wearing a cotton onesie, the hem of which only reached above her knees, and she wasn't wearing a bra. I could occasionally touch her breasts through her clothes. It was the height of summer, and I was only wearing a tank top and shorts, so our skin was frequently in contact. I was already erect, so I kept my back to her, afraid she would notice, but I really wanted to roll over and pin her down on the bed.

Seeing that I didn't want to talk to her, she stopped talking to me and turned her back to me. At that moment, I breathed a sigh of relief, but I couldn't suppress my lust even more. I turned to lie flat, but accidentally bumped into her. She turned around, saw my erection, and we made eye contact. I couldn't hold back any longer and pounced on her.

I pinned her down on the bed, wanting to kiss her, but she kept resisting. I suddenly realized she was my older sister, so I stopped. We looked at each other. I wanted to apologize, but before I could speak, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. At this point, my rationality was completely overwhelmed by animalistic desires. I passionately kissed her, stripped off her clothes, grabbed her breasts and sucked on them vigorously. She also reached out to help me undress, and soon we were both naked. I continued to kiss her, sucking on her breasts and kissing her flat stomach. My sister's figure was truly amazing; her skin was soft and smooth, and she didn't have an ounce of excess fat. My girlfriend couldn't compare to her at all.

I started to caress her genitals, and she quickly became aroused, her lower body writhing incessantly. She also actively stroked my penis and sucked on my nipples. My already hard penis became even larger under her stimulation. Afraid of ejaculating too soon, I quickly moved to her lower position, spread her legs, and began to taste her genitals. She began to moan continuously, playing with my hair with her hands, her legs involuntarily spreading wider and wider.

After a burst of stimulation from my tongue, she urged me to enter her, seemingly almost unable to hold back her desire. I ruthlessly shoved my penis into my sister's vagina and began thrusting, holding her waist and swaying wildly. My sister's vagina was tighter than I had imagined, probably because her boyfriend was in the military and the frequency of our encounters had decreased. I didn't dare look directly at her face; after all, she was my own sister. Her eyes kept darting around, but occasionally our eyes would meet. I had to admit that this incestuous sex brought unparalleled pleasure. My speed increased, and she gripped my arms tightly, her moans growing louder. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, wanting me to kiss her. I complied, of course, our tongues entwining, and I kept pinching her breasts and sucking on her nipples.

I pressed my entire body against her, thrusting relentlessly. Her legs clamped tightly around me, as if she wanted to devour me, but she also kept suppressing her moans. Suddenly, I felt myself coming, much faster than I expected. I wanted to stop, but my semen surged out uncontrollably. I tried to pull out, but it was too late; all my semen shot into my sister's body. We stared at each other in silence for a while, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word. Finally, I chose to lie on top of her, deciding to stop thinking about it and fully enjoy the intimacy between our bodies.

I turned away from her and lay down alone beside her. We each took some toilet paper to clean ourselves. The wind and rain outside continued. After a while, my sister hugged me tightly again, her breasts pressed against my chest, and she reached out to play with my nipples. I reached out and played with her hair, something I often did when I was a child, but I never imagined that at this moment, I would have an incestuous relationship with her.

She began to stroke my penis. Being a teenager, my penis quickly became erect. My sister's slender hands continued to stroke my testicles and erect penis, which quickly made my penis erect and pressed against my abdomen. My sister knelt up and began to suck my penis. Her oral sex skills were far superior to my girlfriend's. When I have sex with my girlfriend, after the first round, if I ask her to help me finish orally, she always complains about the semen residue and smell on my penis and refuses. I never expected my sister to offer to help me.

She used both her mouth and hands, constantly sucking on my penis and occasionally playing with my testicles. I started to moan uncontrollably, which made her smile with a sense of accomplishment, but she didn't stop what she was doing. My attitude towards her became more and more natural. I reached out and took her hand, not only playing with her fingers but also subtly urging her to come on top. Sure enough, it wasn't long before she came on top. After skillfully inserting my penis, she began to move naturally, her face always filled with a joyful smile, and she pulled my hand to grab her breasts.

Her speed increased, and I intertwined my fingers with hers, giving her leverage to accelerate. The woman on top was incredibly alluring, and I couldn't resist kissing her. I sat up and embraced her, beginning to taste her soft lips. She responded actively, but her lower body continued its movements. I began to adapt to her rhythm and started responding to her, which seemed to give her immense pleasure. Although my mouth was covered, she kept moaning softly. I released her mouth and began sucking on her breasts. She started to moan loudly and hugged me even tighter. After

a while, she forcefully pushed me down onto the bed, pressing her hands against my chest and beginning to move intensely and rapidly. It was clear she intended to reach orgasm in this position. I held her slender waist, letting her suckle my body like a slut. She had reached her limit, moaning incessantly. Finally, with a high-pitched cry, she collapsed on top of me, panting heavily. I had never felt so fulfilled, because she made me feel like a man, capable of satisfying any woman.

The second round, of course, didn't end so quickly. I decided to do something I'd always wanted to do but never had the chance. After she finished resting, I pulled her to the kitchen. Our kitchen was long and narrow. I had her place her hands on the counter, spread her legs, and then, supporting her waist, entered from behind. This was where my mother usually cooked; her apron and oven mitts hung on the wall, and this imagery fueled my passion. I thrust into her forcefully, holding her waist, and occasionally stimulated her clitoris and breasts. My sister no longer held back her moans, letting out high-pitched groans. Outside, the wind and rain raged; inside, we were indulging in illicit pleasure.

I held her tightly against my body, turning her head to kiss me passionately. She wrapped one arm around my head; now we were not only blood-bound, but also intimately intertwined. I started to feel like it was coming to an end, so I held her waist and pressed her body down, beginning to thrust harder. She pressed her hands against the kitchen counter, her moans incessant. For the first time, I felt myself reaching her climax, which accelerated our orgasms. I couldn't hold back any longer, and my semen erupted like a torrent into her body; I ejaculated inside her again.

That night we had sex again in the bathroom, and again the next morning. From then on, we never had sex again, nor did we ever talk about what happened that day. Our interactions were never unusual; that night's sex seemed purely about mutual satisfaction.

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