My boyfriend and his sister had an ambiguous sex affair.

My boyfriend and I were college classmates, and now we've both graduated. He's working, while I failed my postgraduate entrance exam last year and randomly took a job, which I'm not very happy with. With the end of the year approaching, I'm planning to quit. I'll be resting at home starting in January.

Let me tell you about my situation.

I'm 169cm tall and weigh 105kg. I'm fairly fair-skinned, not exactly a stunning beauty, but fair skin does cover up some flaws.

I still get a lot of attention on the street.

We're currently living in a studio apartment, which originally belonged to my boyfriend's aunt. Later, his aunt and uncle moved to a faraway city and stopped living there, so they sold it cheaply. We're grateful to his aunt for providing us with a place to stay during this time of soaring prices and outrageous housing costs. Although it's a bit old, we're very happy with it!

My boyfriend's parents divorced when he was in elementary school. According to him, it was because his father cheated on his mother… But! His father has remarried, and his new wife isn't the same woman he cheated with! We, as younger generations, won't comment… This is his current stepmother. I should mention that my boyfriend and I started dating in our second year of university, and it's been over three years now. His father remarried two years ago, and I even attended the wedding. I quite liked this girl back then; she was pretty, petite, not very talkative, and liked to laugh. There were many relatives at the wedding, and not enough beds, so I shared a small bed with her. Because I'm only a year older than her, we had a lot to talk about, and we got along quite well!

My younger sister is a year younger than us, graduating next year; she's a senior this year. I've heard she's not a particularly diligent student, attending a less prestigious university in a less desirable major, making it difficult for her to find a job. But she's quite ambitious and insists on working in the provincial capital. So, starting in October when her classes were almost over, she moved in with my boyfriend and me. I was thrilled! I'm a very active person, and my boyfriend is always working overtime, while my job is relatively easy—I get off at 5:30 and basically have nothing to do… So I thought, with my sister here, we could hang out and chat, which would be great. Therefore, when my boyfriend's parents called to discuss this, I kept saying, "Don't worry, don't worry, leave it to us. We'll definitely find her a good job."

So, one weekend, my boyfriend went to the small town where my sister goes to university and picked her up. There were so many things with her, it was like moving house. My boyfriend and I spent an entire night getting everything ready for her. We set up a bed in the small living room, and I was worried that she might need privacy, so I went out and bought a large curtain to hang by the bed. That way, she could do whatever she wanted inside. I'm such a good sister-in-law, la la la~

While we were doing all this, my sister took a white radish and started eating it. She ate two radishes, and I noticed her occasionally licking the radish with her tongue. When she saw me watching her eat like that, she said it tasted even better that way, and I just smiled.

Her action reminded me of what I do when I'm helping my boyfriend. I felt a little wet down there; I needed to clean myself up quickly, how embarrassing! We had to go to work tomorrow, and it was almost 1 a.m., so we all washed up and went to bed.

Not long after we got into bed, I heard his sister's soft snoring. I couldn't fall asleep for a long time, and my boyfriend couldn't sleep either. I held his penis in my hand and said, "Did you see your sister eat radishes?" He said, "Huh?

No!"

My hand did start stroking him. I whispered in my boyfriend's ear, "The way she ate the radishes reminded me of your little brother. I really wanted to take a bite then." My boyfriend's penis gradually got hard. My boyfriend isn't very strong, but his penis is pretty good, with 16cm testicles that are especially big. I love sucking on his penis and seeing how much pleasure he gets.

At this moment, my boyfriend pressed my head down onto his penis, and I didn't hesitate to take his open glans into my mouth and suck on it. My boyfriend's hand was also teasing my clitoris. I consider myself quite skilled at oral sex. His glans kept leaking clear fluid, which I took into my mouth and spat onto his penis, licking it, slowly moving down until I took his testicles in one bite, then spat them out, and then moved to the other one. I then slowly licked upwards from the base of his penis with the tip of my tongue, and then gently circled the glans with my tongue. At this moment, my boyfriend let out a soft moan, and his fingers were also inserting and withdrawing in my vagina, while his other hand pressed down on my head, and he shouted: "So good...so good..."

Just then, he got an erection. We both stopped. His sister got up to use the bathroom, then lay back down. I was moving my head up and down. My boyfriend said, "Let me fuck you!" I thought about it. I'd have to wash up afterwards, and it might wake his sister, so I said, "No need today, it's too late! Tomorrow. I'll take care of it for you." Then I sped up, my mouth on his glans, my hands stroking him. After a few minutes, my boyfriend's moans changed. I knew he was close to climaxing. I didn't stop. Then his penis throbbed, and a thick stream of semen shot into my throat. I swallowed it all. I kept my mouth on his penis until he finished, then I licked the semen off. I looked up at my boyfriend and asked, "Was it good?" My boyfriend pulled me into a hug and said he'd treat me properly sometime. I kissed him and said, "Go to sleep." We fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, I got up at 7:30, grabbed some bread, and started making milk. Suddenly, I remembered there was someone else at home, so I quickly ran out to ask my sister if she wanted breakfast. I called her a few times, but she said no. Well, I won't wake her up so early anymore; let her sleep. My boyfriend gets up like he's fighting for his life every morning. He'd die if he got up five minutes earlier! He's so loud and boisterous at home. I told him to keep it down, that people are sleeping! But he kept going! My sister was woken up too. She pulled the curtains and came out. It's still quite warm here in October, and my sister was wearing only underwear and a t-shirt when she pulled the curtains! I was completely stunned. My first thought was, "Who is this person?" The girl wasn't wearing a bra under her clothes; her breasts were pushing up her t-shirt high, and her two cute little nipples were faintly visible. I don't know if it was the natural sound under her underwear or because of the amount of pubic hair, but there were many loose threads peeking out from around her panties… My boyfriend was also stunned, standing there staring, completely mesmerized. I gently nudged him, and he finally snapped out of it, saying, "I'm going to the bathroom…" The girl was very polite, calling me "sister" t_t. It was so awkward! I don't know what she was thinking; was she still half asleep and thought she was in the dorm?

I followed him into the bathroom and whispered behind my boyfriend, "Why are you staring like that? She's so beautiful!" My boyfriend smiled sheepishly and said, "It happened so suddenly, I didn't have time to hide." I said, "Don't get any funny ideas; she's your sister." That's incest! I'll cut it off if you're not careful. Saying that, I grabbed his genitals, only to find he was already erect. He smiled sheepishly. I pretended to point at his penis and scolded, "You're such a troublemaker!"

I lightly slapped it a few times. My boyfriend grabbed my hand and started stroking it up and down through my pants. I asked, "Are you going to do it again? Don't you have to go to work?" My boyfriend was about to say something when suddenly a cough came from the doorway. We were startled.

There stood my sister, saying she needed to use the restroom. We were even more embarrassed and immediately moved aside. She was still naked underneath. As she walked past us, she glanced at my boyfriend with a resentful look in her eyes. I didn't think much of it, assuming she felt her brother shouldn't act this way. But I didn't realize that her look contained a different meaning!

My boyfriend's commute is farther than mine. He snatched my bread and ran away; I guess he couldn't handle such a steamy scene. I'm sure he couldn't stand it, I wonder how he'll manage at work. I want to say I'm a good sister-in-law, I wanted to ask her if she had any pajamas, but I was too embarrassed. Girls are sensitive; she didn't even react much when she was wearing underwear, would it be inappropriate for me to bring it up? So I ignored it, said a few useless things, and went to work! All day long, I couldn't stop thinking about my sister's underwear!

So, during lunch, I texted my boyfriend, asking if my sister usually does this at home. He said no. I think that makes sense, his dad is usually home too. Then, for the next two days, my sister slept for two days… I discovered she has two great hobbies: sleeping and eating radishes! I should say I was munching and licking at the same time!

I usually eat at the company because I'm lazy, and my boyfriend is often working overtime or traveling for work, so I rarely cook at home. But my sister came over, and I couldn't let her eat alone at home, right? So I bought groceries and cooked. Anyway, I got off work early, and it was also a good opportunity to show off that I'm a virtuous sister-in-law, to make my sister-in-law happy and say good things about me… I'm so traditional! ^o^

When I got home, my younger sister was curled up on our bed watching TV. I asked, "Are you home all day?" She said, "Yes, I don't know anyone here." I said, "I'll take you shopping this weekend!" While I was cooking, my sister watched me. The place is small, so we kept bumping into each other. I said, "Go watch TV, it'll be ready soon." My sister was embarrassed and said she couldn't cook anything. All my annoyance vanished with her embarrassment... so I happily cooked! My boyfriend came home too. During dinner, he suddenly said, "From now on, dress more neatly at home..." Can

you believe this guy doesn't know how to do things properly? You didn't say anything then, and now so much time has passed, and everyone is dressed neatly! Why don't you say it later when you find out? My sister glanced at me then, and that look in her eyes...it gave me the creeps. Did she think I was gossiping behind her back?

That night, she wasn't very talkative towards me. I noticed that she usually went in wearing only her underwear, but that night, she went in fully clothed! And she came out fully clothed too... That night, I criticized my boyfriend. The girl didn't have any complaints, so why did I have to say anything? My boyfriend was so serious! He said that we're not related by blood, and that it wasn't right for me to act like that!

As soon as I fell asleep, my boyfriend's hands reached for my breasts. One hand played with my nipple, while he took the other into his mouth, licking and sucking it. Soon my nipples were hard and swollen, and my genitals were soaked. My small hands were also gripping his penis. At this moment, my boyfriend turned on the small lamp and said that he would treat his wife well tonight. I said shyly, "Be gentle, my little sister is still in the living room." My boyfriend smiled lewdly, and I knew that tonight would be another sleepless night. How exciting!

My boyfriend laid me flat and carefully admired and studied my genitals. He used two thumbs to separate my labia majora and used his middle finger to play with my labia minora. At the mons pubis, I saw that pink little fleshy ball again. Ah! The clitoris is so beautiful!

So, my boyfriend stretched out a finger and gently and continuously played with it. "Ah!" I cried out in surprise, my body arching upwards, trembling: "No... be gentle! I can't... this can't be...

" I cried out nervously, both excited and afraid of waking my sister in the living room. My boyfriend continued to caress my sensitive clitoris, and my body trembled even more violently, writhing like a white snake. I really couldn't hold back anymore, so I grabbed a pillow and bit it. Seeing my strong reaction, my boyfriend's heroic spirit surged, and his emotions became even more excited. My boyfriend held his penis and thrust in hard, "plop!" deeply penetrating my body. "Oh!" I gasped softly, my body trembling again. "...Oh... so tight... I like it so much." My boyfriend thrust in and out in the "doggy style" position, moaning excitedly.

My vagina contracted repeatedly, suppressing my moans. He thrust violently dozens of times, and I moved my hips in sync with his movements. "Is it good?" he asked between thrusts. "Yes!" I cried out. "Want more?" "

Yes... fuck me... oh... you're fucking me so good... my whole body is tingling..." My vagina sucked hard on his penis. "Ah... harder... oh... oh... ah... I'm coming!... God... faster!

... faster..." His thrusts became even faster. My body swayed back and forth with his thrusts.

"Ah!"

I suddenly screamed, my body trembling uncontrollably. My boyfriend knew I was pregnant. My boyfriend turned me around so I was facing him, and we hugged each other tightly, our tongues intertwining... He whispered between kisses, "Wife, are you comfortable?" I didn't answer him, my eyes closed, and I nodded gently, letting him caress and kiss me.

After a while, his penis was erect again, eager to display its power.

At this moment, he placed his penis near my lips, holding his thick, long penis in his hand, and rubbed it against my cheek a few times. I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and lick the head of his penis, then opened my mouth and with a "smack!" took his penis into my mouth, feeling my tongue swirling around it! My boyfriend's penis grew so thick that my mouth could barely hold it anymore, so I quickly spat it out. Then, I gently stroked his penis with my hand, while my left hand's fingers caressed and teased the throbbing shaft. I occasionally brushed the hairs that fell across my cheeks behind my ears, while simultaneously lowering my head and licking the glans with my tongue in a wanton manner. My small, fragrant lips were constantly teasing the cleft around his penis.

At this moment, my boyfriend pressed my plump buttocks against his face and began to lick my wet, tender vulva with relish, his tongue moving in and out, licking and sucking, and occasionally gently biting my clitoris. "Mmm...

No... Stop teasing me... Oh... Ah... It feels so good... You big bad guy... Ah... I can't take it anymore... Ah..." My mouth was tightly holding my boyfriend's penis, as if afraid it would slip away. She would occasionally moan softly between sucking motions to release my pent-up desire, her slender waist twisting and swaying. "Ah..."

…Baby…oh…so good…oh…ah…ah…” My tender little hole kept flowing with my lustful fluids, soaking my boyfriend’s face. My clitoris was throbbing from his sucking. Perhaps my sexual desire hadn’t been released yesterday, because my body kept twisting and turning, moaning wildly and seductively: “Oh…oh…so good…ah…you’re making me feel so good…ah…I can’t take it anymore…ah…I’m coming…oh…so good…ah…I’m coming…” I suddenly trembled a few times, and a stream of hot, sticky lustful fluid spurted into my boyfriend’s mouth. I lay weakly on the bed, savoring the passion from just now. My boyfriend came over and whispered in my ear: “Baby, was it good?” “Mmm…” I snuggled in my boyfriend’s arms and fell asleep like that…

The next day, I woke up radiant with spring, and everything I did felt good, even my face was flushed. Her skin had become much rosier.

I don't know which day it was, but I noticed something was off. My sister came here to look for work, so why was she spending all her time watching TV and surfing the internet? I asked her, and she said she was just bored at school. Her roommates were either living with their boyfriends, had gone home and weren't coming back, or had disappeared! Well, these days, college students… I understand, I just graduated! Turns out, this girl was just here to have fun. I guess she'd be bored at home too, and someone would be watching over her, so she found an excuse to come out. Speaking of which, my sister likes to watch TV in our room. Well, there's only one TV; what else can she do if she can't watch TV? But sometimes she watches until after midnight. My boyfriend and I only have one bed in our room, and she lay on the other side. I felt bad about kicking her out. She would use the remote to change things up, and only leave when there was nothing else to watch. I didn't want to rush her, so I told my boyfriend. The next day, the TV was brought to the living room… Actually, I think there's nothing wrong with it, I just didn't tell her. My sister is only a year younger than me, I thought she would understand, but I was wrong.

When I came back the next day, my boyfriend hadn't come home from work yet. I saw her sitting there, the lights weren't on, and I asked her what she was doing. She said, "Sister, I'm leaving tomorrow." I found it strange, she hadn't mentioned this before. I asked if there was anything wrong at school. Guess what she said? She immediately stood up and said loudly, "Do you expect me to leave before you do?! You?!" I was startled. What did she mean? I asked, "What's wrong? What did I do?" She said, "You know!" Then she added, "Shameless!" I completely lost it! What's going on?! I hadn't even put my bag down when I got yelled at!! I walked up to her and asked, "You..." I didn't understand what she was saying, but you need to explain yourself clearly today. I suddenly turned on the light and discovered that the girl's face was covered in tears! I was stunned. I'm a softie; when I see someone crying, my first reaction is that I've bullied her. I asked, "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?" The girl said, "Nothing, just a little annoyed." I sat down next to her and continued to ask, "Tell me what's wrong." The girl said, "It's about finding a job, that's what's bothering me." So I launched into a long, comforting speech, saying things like, "Everyone goes through this," "Things will work out in the end," and so on... In the end, I realized she didn't react much! So I said generously, "Let's go! If you're in a bad mood, let's go out for a big meal!" I called my boyfriend, asked where he was, and told him I was going out to eat with the girl, asking him to come too. My boyfriend's reaction was strange; he asked me, "Why do you want to go out to eat with her?" I said, "I want to."

I'm guessing she must have complained to her boyfriend about me first that day, which is why he was surprised we were having dinner together. That meal wasn't very enjoyable because I ate the most! She came to our area at the end of October, went home for about a week in early November, and then came back, bringing a lot of food from home, made by her mother, for us to try. This time she looked a bit different; she had her hair done, that kind of layered bob, dyed chocolate brown… I won't go into the messy things that happened in between, anyway, I'm not going to try to comfort myself. We're both the same age, and she has some ambiguous feelings for her brother, so we just can't get along.

It was November 26th, I remember it clearly, a Saturday.

My best friend from university was having an early birthday celebration. She was also in this city, but lived quite far away. We ate dinner until after 11 pm, and she even encouraged us to play cards. So I called my boyfriend and told him I wouldn't be going home that night, jokingly saying, "You guys are all alone, don't let me down." That night, my best friend and I played cards at a karaoke bar. There was my best friend's boyfriend, me, another guy, and her boyfriend's friends—four of us in total. Playing cards was incredibly boring, I had no motivation. My best friend suggested we play a game with some kind of penalty. Okay, okay, I was practically falling asleep, and everyone agreed. Truth or dare? Sigh, we're all adults, playing truth or dare is just a child's game. Then my best friend suggested we take our clothes off. Whoever loses has to take off a shirt. All three of them were looking at me, and I blurted out, "Come

on, come on!" But I was also a little nervous, then I remembered I had one more shirt than them! And so the punitive card game began. In the first round, my best friend's boyfriend's friend lost, and he took off his shirt without hesitation. Wow, my best friend exclaimed, "What? Your breasts are sagging?" Everyone burst into laughter. The man was fair-skinned and clean-cut, but had a lot of fat on his body; he clearly didn't exercise much.

In the second round, my best friend's boyfriend lost, and he also took off his shirt without hesitation. Wow… this time I exclaimed, "Wow, that physique! Six-pack abs, a dark chest, so manly!" My best friend said that's how he is; I didn't even want to look anymore. I didn't dare look too closely, but my heart was pounding because of his physique. Tragedy struck. I hesitated for a moment, then took off my bra, leaving me only in my bra. I suddenly declared, "Let's play! Let's play! Who's afraid of who? My figure is impeccable, no excess fat, and my breasts are a perfect 36B." The next time, I lost again. Ah… I hesitated. All three of them were staring at me. My best friend couldn't help but laugh, her smile radiant. My best friend's boyfriend then said, "It's so late, let's stop playing and go home." I was conflicted. "I'll give it my all…" I said, "Games have rules." I took off my bra and tossed it to my best friend, revealing my two little white rabbits to them. Both guys, a little embarrassed, lowered their heads and shuffled the cards. I said, "Continue."

I noticed my best friend's boyfriend was secretly glancing at my chest while shuffling, but I didn't say anything.

Before the next round was even over, I suddenly had a stomachache and rushed to the bathroom; oh no!! My period started!

My pants were covered in blood. I called out to my best friend: "Xiaomei." "Huh? What's wrong?" "Come quick!" I said anxiously.

There was no other way but to get dressed. I quickly said goodbye, sheepishly hailed a taxi, and rushed home!

When I went inside, no one was there… neither my boyfriend nor she was there. I couldn't worry about that now; I had to deal with my personal problem first. Then, I lay on the bed, wondering, where did those two go? It's almost 1 AM! Are you still out shopping? And you didn't say you were out on the phone.

So I called my boyfriend, but no one answered… I kept calling… the third time, he answered and I asked where he was. He asked me back, "Where are you?" I froze. Then it dawned on me—I lied… I said, "At so-and-so's house" (my best friend). Then I discovered the shocking secret: my boyfriend said, "I'm at home, asleep. What's up?" I was utterly stunned! I could have been calmer, but I couldn't hold back and immediately yelled, "I'm at home! Where the hell are you?!" At the time, I didn't really think much of it. I just assumed they were having a little fun outing. Otherwise, why would they need to go out when they have a bed at home? I really underestimated this girl. My thoughts were perfectly normal; any normal person would think that way… But then I heard her shout something loudly on the other end—it was in dialect, and I didn't understand it. Before I could react, she hung up… I called again, no answer. I called again, hung up… I called again, phone off. I was completely dumbfounded! What was going on? What was happening?

I had been drinking, and on impulse, I wanted to call his mother, but I controlled myself and kept waiting. I just couldn't believe they weren't coming back! But I was wrong again. Those two didn't come back on Saturday night, the 26th! That night, I kept calling my boyfriend, phone off… I kept pacing back and forth, unable to stop for a moment, feeling helpless, my whole body was cold, and I called every half minute—I was going crazy. Just before dawn, the call connected, but I suddenly didn't know what to say. Before she answered, I hung up. I called my best friend to ask where she was. She said she'd just gotten back and was about to shower and go to bed. I told her to wait a bit, I'd be right there. She said, "You're still restless even though your period's here." That's when I remembered, my period had started. I hadn't slept all night and had been drinking; I felt like throwing up! Those two bastards. I took a taxi again, not because it was wasteful, but because it was so early and there were no buses… When I

got to my best friend's, I said, "I'm going to sleep first!" I felt really awful at that moment; my mind couldn't keep up, but my body was aching. I'd been up for too long, and before I knew it, I threw up… My best friend was immediately shocked and asked, "Didn't you have your period? How come you're pregnant?!" I said, "Hurry up and get me some water!" My phone has been completely silent, not a single sound. Didn't you guys even bother to call and explain? My best friend asked what was wrong, and I told him. He said, "Are you guys making up a novel? You're definitely overthinking it." I really didn't want to say anything more, so I put my phone on silent and went to sleep, but I couldn't fall asleep! I was just drifting in and out of sleep, and then my stomach started hurting. Ugh… so miserable.

My best friend woke up around noon and, seeing me still half-dead, dragged me out to eat.

I glanced at my phone: no calls, three text messages—one spam, one from 10086 (China Mobile's customer service number), and one… you jerk! You even texted me?! I've read this text message countless times; it's still on my phone. They've sent me countless messages since then, most of which I've read and deleted, but this one is the only one I've kept. This was the beginning of their betrayal, and it hasn't ended yet!

The message says: "Sister, I'm sorry, I was wrong. Don't blame brother. I don't like smelling your scent in your house, on your bed. Please forgive my stubbornness. You're still my sister-in-law."

I stared at my phone for a long time, my brain still foggy from lack of rest. Actually, the message wasn't very clear. What happened? It didn't say! I quickly called my best friend to look. After she read it, she immediately wanted to yell at me, but I stopped her. I asked her, "Is this real?" My best friend said, "You really encountered something like this? I thought you were joking!" I froze, completely bewildered. Actually, from last night until now, although I was emotionally agitated, I hadn't considered that possibility at all. No normal person would think that way! I thought at most they went out for a romantic dinner and shopping. Does this mean... they slept together? I immediately called my boyfriend. This time, he answered and asked where I was. I said I was at my best friend's house. And he actually asked, "You didn't go home yesterday?" Did he think he could keep lying just because I didn't go home? I said, "Aren't you going to explain yourself?" He was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm sorry." I was furious at that "I'm sorry." She just said "I'm sorry" too! You two are really playing along! Do you know what you did? Do you know? You're not just sorry to me! You're also sorry to your parents!

I dragged Xiaomei back with me to help me move my things… I really didn't want to be with them. Now, I don't care who the mistress is, I just can't accept this person… Forgive me, I still can't handle it emotionally. I still can't accept things that are too extreme, like this. Seriously, I still feel that way now, it gives me goosebumps, I don't know how to accept it. So, the day I found out, I gave in, without any struggle, I just left… Of course, I wasn't thinking of letting them be together. I'm not that noble, and besides, could I really let this happen?! I wasted three or four years on him. How many times did he have sex with me? How many times did I suck his penis? And our relationship was known to our relatives and friends. All of this…

I had to consider

going back there. Oh, everyone's there! What a coincidence! I said, "Xiaomei, go watch TV first." The three of us were in the living room.

I noticed she'd actually been crying; her eyes were swollen. Sorry, I don't pity you; I hadn't even cried yet.

I started packing my things, and she actually came up to me and tried to pull me away, saying, "I've packed everything, I'm leaving right now, don't go."

I immediately got angry. I forgot to tell everyone, this little girl had been telling me all along that this was her brother's house, and she could stay as long as she wanted, while I didn't even know how long I'd be staying. She'd always talked to me like this behind my back. I didn't argue then because I felt I should give in to her since I'm older, but now I realize I'm only five months older than her!

So I shook her off and said, "I don't care if you leave or not, I'm leaving." She grabbed me, crying as she pulled, saying it was all her fault. I glanced at my boyfriend; he was like a block of wood, as he always has been. I have to say something about him. Honestly, I still can't understand how he could do something like this. When we were together, he was almost always very attentive and caring. I had my share of little quirks, but he never held it against me. He

wasn't rich, but he always took me out for nice meals, giving me all his meager monthly allowance! I even gained over ten pounds while we were together. He might not be very talkative, a bit introverted, but he's a really good person—that's what all his friends say. They even take advantage of his kindness, always paying for meals, never wanting anyone to suffer any hardship.

So, I chose him, even though his circumstances weren't great, because I valued his character. Who knew it would turn out like this?

I'm really heartbroken. He didn't even want me to stay? Okay, I'm leaving now! Actually, I have a lot of stuff; I packed just the things I usually use, and it's already a big bag.

Leaving

like this is pathetic, isn't it? I haven't cried yet because I haven't recovered. Really, I even doubt the truth of what happened… No one explained anything to me; all I heard was "I'm sorry." Although "I'm sorry" already reflected everything, I still didn't believe it at the time. Why did I move out?

Maybe it was out of spite, out of anger. I moved directly into Xiaomei's house. Xiaomei has a two-bedroom, two-living room apartment. I slept in the guest room, and she and her boyfriend slept in the other room. Xiaomei said, "Stay as long as you want, just like it's your own home." I was very touched, so I settled in comfortably. One afternoon, Xiaomei went to work, and I was taking a nap when I was woken up by the urge to pee. I rushed to the bathroom. Xiaomei's bathroom was one of those sliding aluminum alloy doors. As soon as I opened the door, I was startled by a figure. It turned out to be Xiaomei's boyfriend taking a shower. "Ah!" we both exclaimed. I quickly backed out and closed the door. "Um, why are you back?" "I just finished playing ball and came back to take a shower. Why wasn't the water running? I thought no one was home. I was just about to put on the soap when you rushed in." Then I realized I was there to use the bathroom. I said anxiously, "How long are you going to shower? I can't hold it anymore!" I had just started showering, just put on the soap.

I really couldn't hold it anymore and shouted, "I can't take it anymore, I need to go first." I pushed open the door again and took off my pants. I squatted down and relieved myself instantly—it felt so good! I sighed in relief, only then remembering there was someone next to me. Turning around, I saw him staring intently at me. My face flushed red, and I snapped, "Pervert!" My best friend boyfriend said helplessly, "You barged in while I was showering, and now you call me a pervert." I quickly pulled up my pants and said, "It's just that everyone needs to use the restroom." Turning back, I realized his muscular physique still captivated me. I looked him up and down, and this time he blushed and said, "What are you looking at? And you called me a pervert?" He quickly covered his private parts with his hands.

I realized I had been rude, but I wasn't about to back down: "What's wrong with looking? You saw me in the bathroom, I have to make up for it." "Tch, so stingy." I said and left.

Completely wide awake, I sat in the living room watching TV. My best friend boyfriend finished showering and came out. Seeing me watching TV, he said, "I'm going to take an afternoon nap, please keep your voice down." I felt a little embarrassed, after all, I'm a girl, so I just said "Okay." He went inside. Everything was fine, since we're all so familiar with each other.

I'm just coasting at work, still on probation, and this has completely made me want to quit. It's pointless, I want to go home. I've already done everything—being late and leaving early—I'm pretty willful, aren't I? ^o^ In the three or four days after she moved out, she sent me a few messages, and after I occasionally hung up on her calls, she stopped calling. My boyfriend didn't react at all, which I didn't expect. Because before, no matter how big or small the argument was, he would always come to make up with me immediately, or at least not long after. But now it's been four or five days, and there's been no movement whatsoever. I'm getting more and more upset every day, and I'm becoming more and more resentful. What did I do wrong? Why do I deserve this? You two just dismissed me with a simple "sorry." "And then you two go have your fun!" No way!

On the fifth day, I couldn't hold back and sent my boyfriend a text: "I've been waiting for your explanation." I'd just put my phone down when he called. I thought for a moment and answered. He said: "I thought you hadn't forgiven me." I said: "How have I forgiven you?" He said: "She went back." I said: "Why didn't you go back with her?" He said: "I'm sorry." I said: "Don't just say sorry, I need an explanation."

And so, I learned the whole story. I wonder if it was too late. He told me that this girl had actually told him she liked him last year, but he didn't think much of it, since they didn't spend much time together. Last summer, they went to an ancient town (damn, he told me it was with his whole family). I asked him if they stayed together then, and he said yes. I asked if anything happened, and he said no, but they slept together, and after he came back, they stayed together. He didn't contact her much, though they did. Now that I think about it, they always talked on the phone... They spoke in dialect, which I didn't understand and didn't really care. Actually, they'd been together for a while!

It's heartbreaking. I thought it was just a one-time thing, but it seems like it's more than that! They even traveled and stayed together, and had the nerve to say they only slept in each other's arms! I suddenly feel like I don't even know him anymore. I thought he would never do something like this. But now, not only did he do it, but he chose his sister? I don't want to say anything more, I hung up the phone. During the day, I'm just a bystander; at night, I watch TV and use the computer—bored, empty, lonely, and filled with hatred. (In a small...) Mei's family is free and easy; they can do whatever they want and go to bed whenever they want. They both have jobs, unlike me, a nobody, so they go to bed earlier than me. Occasionally, I hear Xiao Mei's moans at night, and thinking about her boyfriend's manhood, my heart flutters.

Another long night has passed. It's already midnight. My best friend and her boyfriend are asleep, and I'm bored. I'm lying on the sofa in the living room watching TV, and thinking about my best friend's boyfriend's muscular physique when he showers, I gradually feel... My cheeks flushed. It had been over a month since I'd had sex, and suddenly I felt a surge of desire. One hand involuntarily reached down to my genitals, which were already soaking wet. I gently rubbed my clitoris. Just then, the phone rang—a text message. I picked it up and saw it was another spam message from 10086 (China Mobile's customer service number). It was past midnight, and I was immediately annoyed. The message disrupted my desire, making it less intense. The TV was boring, and drowsiness gradually crept in. Not wanting to move, I fell asleep on the sofa.

I don't know how long I slept, but then a wave of... The sound of running water woke me up. Through my groggy state, I saw a tall figure emerge from the bathroom—it was my best friend's boyfriend. He hadn't even worn underwear to pee! He didn't go back to the bedroom; instead, he stood in front of the coffee table, picked up a glass, and drank some water. Although there was moonlight, the sofa was backlit, so the light on it was dim. He hadn't even noticed I was sleeping on the sofa. He was standing with his penis directly opposite my head. The moonlight shone on him, highlighting his strong chest, his well-defined abs, and his small penis. I couldn't resist reaching out to touch it. He recoiled from the sudden hand, flinching back before turning his head closer to see my abs.

"Oh, why are you sleeping here?" I said, "I was so sleepy watching TV, I didn't want to move and just fell asleep." Then he remembered he wasn't wearing pants and quickly covered his genitals with both hands. Seeing his embarrassed state, I couldn't help but laugh. "I already saw it, why are you covering it?" He thought about it and realized he was right, so he let go. A moment of silence fell over the living room, the only sound the ticking of the clock.

He said, "Um, go back to your room and sleep, don't get cold." I went to sleep. Then I prepared to go inside, but I don't know where I got the courage and strength, I grabbed his hand and wouldn't let him go. He stopped and looked at me. I said, "Don't go. Stay with me." He didn't move. I sat up, and slowly reached my hand towards his crotch. I stopped just before touching his penis, looked up at him, and saw desire in his eyes. Without hesitation, I grabbed his penis. His body trembled. Gradually, his penis began to swell, began to rise, and rose up, pointing directly at my face. It turned out his penis wasn't very big; I estimated it to be at most 11cm.

His appearance was so strong, but his penis didn't have to be that big.

But at that moment, I didn't think about anything else; all my desires were aroused. I pulled him down onto the sofa, and knelt in front of it. I lowered my head and took his penis into my mouth. He seemed to enjoy it; his penis bounced excitedly as soon as it entered. My soft lips and the warmth of my mouth enveloped his penis completely. I took his entire penis into my mouth and stroked it up and down, my tongue swirling around the glans. My wet tongue slid across the glans, like a little snake slowly coiling around it. The taste buds on my tongue pressed against his penis. My small hands quickly began to stroke it.

And that wasn't all; I also caressed his nipples with my hands. I would occasionally trace his firm abs with my fingertips, then quickly stroke his penis.

This was a move my boyfriend and I had practiced for years; it was pretty good, and my boyfriend couldn't resist it. I made moaning sounds, using my voice to stimulate him. I sucked hard on his glans while vigorously stroking his penis with my hand.

Then he stood up, and I knelt in front of him. He held my head down with both hands and thrust rapidly back and forth. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I pushed him away, but he held my head down, panting heavily. I was about to suffocate when he seemed to realize it and said, "Sorry, it feels so good." Then he wrapped his arms around my neck and lifted my mouth, which was still sucking his penis, up. He pushed me down onto the sofa, his lips meeting mine, his tongue forcing its way through my teeth in a passionate kiss. Then, his lips moved downwards, slowly kissing my neck. His hands, unable to resist, moved towards my breasts, unhooking my bra. I let my breasts be shaped by his hands. He removed my top, revealing my body: smooth skin, a flat stomach, and pink nipples.

He was mesmerized. I said, "I saw it when we were playing cards the other day." As I spoke, I pressed his head against my nipples. He unconsciously suckled my nipple, his right hand kneading my other breast, while his left hand slowly reached towards my genitals. He pressed his left hand against my vulva, kneading it. I was already aroused, very wet. He parted my labia and inserted his middle finger.

"Mmm..." I moaned softly. Then he slowly inserted two fingers in and out. "Mmm... mmm

... ah... ah... I can't take it anymore~" I grabbed his penis and said, "Come in~" He stopped what he was doing, spread my legs, made me kneel between them, and thrust in deeply. I couldn't help but scream, "Ah..." My fingernails dug into his back, but he covered my mouth with one hand and stopped. Then I remembered my best friend was still asleep. We listened quietly for a while; it should be nothing.

Then he started thrusting wildly, and my moans didn't stop, though I kept suppressing them. I don't know how long it lasted, but I really couldn't take it anymore. The feeling of ecstasy, yet I couldn't scream out loud, afraid my best friend would hear. I really couldn't take it anymore. "Ah~ Ah~ Hmm~ Why haven't you ejaculated yet... Hmm~" Ah… “After hearing that, he sped up his thrusting for the final sprint, asking as he went: ‘Shoot inside?’ I replied: ‘Mmm.’ ‘Faster! Ah… Ah… About 2… About three minutes later, the frequency of his thrusting suddenly increased, and he let out a "Ahhh..." sound. Then, his penis contracted strongly, and a gush of hot fluid shot out; I felt spurts of semen shooting into me. He was also on top of me, panting heavily. I was exhausted and let him keep his penis inside me. That's when I realized what "short but potent" meant. Although his penis wasn't very long, it made me feel so incredibly aroused. After a while, he carried me into the bathroom and washed me. Seeing his attentive actions, and thinking of my scumbag boyfriend, I felt both lost and sad. After washing me... He carried me back to my room and said, "Go to sleep, I'm going back to my room." I nodded. He leaned down and kissed my breasts, looked at me, and gently closed the door. I was tired from our passion and soon fell asleep again.

The next day, everyone got up together, busy with their own things, all going to work. My best friend boyfriend saw me and greeted me warmly: "Good morning." I replied, "Good morning." Although we had slept together, he was Xiaomei's boyfriend, and I couldn't interfere. Even if Xiaomei was generous enough to share a man with me, I couldn't. All I wanted was physical satisfaction. After breakfast, everyone rushed off to work.

Ever since that phone call, my boyfriend seemed to think I was going to forgive him, and he started calling me a hundred or so times a day again. I blocked his number. I ran into him once downstairs at Xiaomei's house, and I yelled at him and told him to go back inside. At that time, I thought, what's there to forgive such a disgusting person? Just seeing him makes me nauseous. But two weeks later, I received a call from my sweet little sister. I'd been tricked. Okay, you guys are ruthless, people are shameless to this extent, can we still fight them? At the door, I said, "You'll never..." If you want to contact me again, or your so-called brother, don't worry about whether I'll accept it; think about whether your parents will accept it first. My petite sister did something that still makes me angry to this day. She said, "Oh, I didn't call you here just for this. You haven't finished packing your things. I've packed everything I saw. Come and collect them when you're ready." I didn't even have time to react! I couldn't react at all! I really wanted to slap her! Sorry, I'm sorry to disappoint everyone, I didn't. I rushed down the stairs, feeling like I wanted to die!! This was the first time in half a month that I had taken the initiative... I called that man because I couldn't swallow my anger. Women are so strange; in this situation, men and women are equally at fault, but I suddenly turned all my anger on her. I thought about her panties, the way she glared at me, her divisive words—all sorts of things!

So, I lost my temper; I was completely furious with her, and I did something incredibly stupid. I called him and said, "I forgive you, I'll move back in, tell her to get out!" Actually, I regretted it as soon as I hung up. What was I doing? Was it even worth it? What if he had… Does he feel even a little guilty towards me? Would he

still let his sister come? When I got to work that afternoon, I was restless. I thought I shouldn't go back, but fate wouldn't give me that chance. The man called, asking if I could go back tomorrow. He said his sister wouldn't leave today and was emotionally unstable, and he was afraid something might happen. His words about being emotionally unstable and afraid something might happen suddenly made me very sad… I had actually been calm for a long time, but suddenly that night I couldn't calm down anymore. Xiaomei was still talking about which roast duck place was good and that she wanted to go buy some! I said, "Go eat it yourself, remember to bring some back for me…"

Thank you, Xiaomei, for… For a while, she took me in, didn't charge me rent, brought me good food, and listened to my ramblings;

I'm grateful to her boyfriend for that one night of tender passion. Thank you, Xiaomei, you're the best, and your boyfriend is great too. I can only thank him silently.

I fantasized about how they would be intimate, and I couldn't bear it anymore. While I was away, they could just be in bed at home, doing whatever they wanted. I even chose the sheets and blankets myself! How suffocating! No way! No way! Why should they?! At that moment, I hardened my heart, ignored Xiaomei's objections, and went! When I got downstairs, I was terrified. How pathetic… I was already… It was getting chilly, and I was dressed very lightly. I hesitated downstairs for a long time, but finally couldn't stand the cold anymore and went upstairs! Then I realized I didn't have the key. I knocked… but there was no response for a while. The light was on inside, so was she not home again? Just when I thought no one was leaving, the door opened, and my boyfriend blocked the entrance, saying, "Go back first, go back first." I pushed him aside and went inside.

My sister immediately came out of the room—she came out of the room! She was wearing a pink cotton nightgown, the kind with two flowers on the chest—and I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra! My blood rushed to my head, and I couldn't control myself!

My sister continued to look at me with those hurt little eyes and said, "Okay, I'm leaving." I was furious. I said, "If I'm not coming, then get out! Hurry up!" My sister immediately turned around and went back inside, sobbing as she packed her clothes. My boyfriend actually said, "There are no buses back now, let's leave tomorrow. We'll stay out tonight." I glanced at him, but before he could say anything, my sister threw down her things, rushed out, shoved us, and opened the door to leave...

I noticed then that my boyfriend actually tried to rush out, just like that, his shoulder twitched but he didn't move. I pushed him out too, and slammed the door shut. Don't you fucking come back! I didn't realize this wasn't my house... The man knocked very softly on the door a few times. I didn't open it, and there was no response. I looked through the peephole, and damn it, no one was there! I lost it! I threw all the stuff my sister had just packed out the window! My sister yelled at me from downstairs. I was going crazy. "You guys leave!" I started acting like a shrew, throwing things around. My sister yelled back downstairs, and the more she yelled, the more I threw… Thinking about it now, it's terrifying. I bet the whole building went crazy! Thankfully, no one called the police. →_ → Speaking of throwing things, I threw all my sister's clothes, shoes, and underwear out the window. It was dark, and I don't know if she picked them all up. I didn't hear my boyfriend say anything. After a while, my sister stopped yelling, and I calmed down too. I felt wronged, and my hands were shaking with anger. But I'm not leaving. I'm staying here!

Damn it, those two have made love countless times in this room. Don't ask me how I know they used it; I checked the trash can. Neither of them are diligent; the trash was piled high and they never emptied it. I just rummaged through it and pulled it all out—a huge pile. It was disgusting to look at, making my stomach churn

. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I immediately called my best friend's boyfriend and told him to come to my old place. He asked what was wrong? Had something happened? I said, "Don't ask so many questions, don't tell Xiaomei." He arrived shortly after. As soon as he came in, I closed the door, pushed him onto the bed, and sat on him. He asked what? I said, "Shut up." I loosened and pulled his belt, pulling it down to his underwear. His penis was still soft, but I started stroking it with my hand, and it got hard after just a few strokes. Suddenly, he sat up and said, "Don't rush. I'll do it." "Let me do it. I know you're upset. Lie down, let me do it." His gentle voice stirred my heart again. I obediently lay down.

He pulled down all my clothes and pants, leaving me lying naked on the bed. He still had one hand kneading my breasts, the other hand touching below, his mouth on my other breast. He used his middle finger to move up and down at the entrance of my vagina, from slow to fast, and the vaginal fluid increased. Then he inserted his middle finger. My vagina was a little tight, very wet and warm. His middle finger slowly teased the inner walls of my vagina, and my vagina responded, opening and closing, and a large amount of vaginal fluid began to flow out. I also began to moan softly. He felt it was about time, so he used both hands to separate my labia, buried his head down, and slid his tongue up and down the cleft of my genitals... He looked up and said, "You smell so good down there." I closed my eyes, feeling the warm sensation coming from my genitals, which felt very comfortable, much more comfortable than when my fingers were stroking my cleft. His tongue was so soft, and his beard felt even more comfortable, ticklish~ He knelt down between my legs and spread his tongue to lick, press, blow, wash, tease, touch, and suck. I couldn't help but cry out, "Ah...ah..."

Hearing my soft moans, he couldn't resist either. He lowered my long legs, raised his short, well-endowed penis, and placed the base of my thighs on his knees, rubbing the head of his penis against my clitoris. "Oh...yes...oh oh...ah...no...I can't take it...oh..."

This time, I cried out loudly at home. He gently placed the head of his penis at the entrance of my vagina, lightly touching it. "Don't move anymore, it's so itchy, I want it." "I frowned, my face flushed, and I spoke rapidly. He teased my nipple again, which made me writhe and gasp.

I laughed and said, 'What do you want? Ugh, I...I want...' His pinching of my breasts was sometimes light, sometimes heavy, making my breathing even more rapid.

I gradually spread my legs wider and wider, lifting my vulva to reveal my pink flesh. I could feel myself trembling; I was ready for him to enter me. He used..." He grabbed my slender waist, aimed at my entrance, and thrust hard, penetrating deeply. His penis slid in, hard and firm. Although not particularly large, the instant fullness of my vagina filled me with indescribable satisfaction and ecstasy. He lifted my long, shapely legs, thrusting harder and harder, his fingers gripping my breasts, which jiggled like pudding, as he relentlessly pounded into my tender little hole.

The relentless assault made my body tremble uncontrollably, waves of intense pleasure emanating from below. I groaned…

…Mmm… I felt my juices flowing more and more.

“Mmm…mmm…don’t stop…I…oh…uh…I can’t take it anymore…oh…” His thrusts were fierce, each one seemingly penetrating deep into my uterus. With each stroke, his testicles slammed against my hips, my breasts swaying back and forth like a pendulum. My hands gripped the sheets tightly, my eyes were slightly closed, my brows furrowed, and my lips parted slightly, releasing a soul-stirring moan: “Oh…oh…oh…”

…I'm going to die… Oh… Ugh… Spare me…” Hearing my pleading, wanton cries, he went even further with his thrusts. “Mmm… Yes… I… It feels so good…” I was now being fucked to the point of ecstasy. The sounds of my penetration—the squelching, the squelching, the squelching—echoed in the small space, like applause responding to his vigorous thrusting. “Ah… Ahhh… Ah… Ahhh…! Ahhh… Ahhh

… Ahhh…! Ah…!” "

Then he suddenly asked, 'Do you want a condom?' I said I did, it's in the fridge! He took out his penis, got the condom, and put it on. He exclaimed, 'Ah, that feels so good!' So the condom was chilled, no wonder. I couldn't wait and said, 'Quick, I want it!' He went back to work, thrusting in and out wildly. My chest heaved as I gasped for breath. He gradually increased the speed of his thrusts, hitting the deepest point his penis could reach again and again. Soon I couldn't hold back anymore, wrapping my legs around his waist and shouting: 'Oh! Oh! Oh!

... Fuck me!... Oh!... Fuck me!... Fuck me hard! Mmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm... Oh...'"

…After hearing this, he thrust his lower body violently, attacking even more fiercely. At this moment, I screamed and stopped all my movements. My whole body stiffened immediately, and a powerful, shattering orgasm assaulted my brain. My whole body trembled uncontrollably, shaking violently without my awareness. Deep inside me, a ring of muscles tightened around his penis, spasming violently. My vagina contracted rapidly, and his penis seemed to be tightly gripped, unable to move. Then, his penis throbbed with his pulse inside my warm vagina, and a thick stream of hot semen… The semen gushed out like a stampede of horses, shooting onto the condom, but I could still feel the force of his ejaculation, as if it were breaking free of the condom's restraint.

He lay motionless on top of me; the tranquility after the orgasm was so wonderful. He carried me to wash up again, and after we were done, I told him to go home early. He repeatedly reminded me, and the pornographic film was gone, leaving me alone in the empty house. "

You can do it with your sister in this room, or I can bring other people here.

" My boyfriend didn't come home that night, and the next day... I called my boyfriend and told him, "You two are shameless! Seriously, you're really shameless. Don't drag me into this anymore, stay away from me." Then I sent my sister a message saying, "Stop provoking me. I've scolded you enough. If you don't stop, I'll tell your family. We'll see who's shameless then!" I didn't want to say all this; I think the younger generation shouldn't worry about their elders, but they really pushed me! Okay, since I've brought up the parents, I feel like I don't need to solve this myself. I've been in this miserable situation for over a month now, it's really unbearable. Do whatever you want. I packed up and went back to Xiaomei's place.

Before leaving, I threw away the condoms in the fridge in a fit of pique!

I feel truly pathetic! Being deceived like this is so unfair. I couldn't accept it, and pathetically, I called my mom from downstairs and cried. My mom was so worried about me. I told her I hadn't done my job well and had been criticized. She said if I really didn't want to do it anymore, I could come back, and she would support me. So I cried even harder. There's no one like a mother!

I continued to drift through my days, and then I realized my bank card wasn't with me. I thought it might be in the bedside table at my boyfriend's house. I didn't want to run into him, so I sneaked out of work to get it. But my boyfriend wasn't there; my sister was. She was incredibly hostile, saying, "Why are you here at this hour?" I said I was getting something.

She said, "Why didn't you tell me beforehand?" I said, "What's it to you? Do I need to tell you beforehand if I'm getting my own things?"

I started looking for my bank card. Sure enough, it was in the cabinet. I picked it up and prepared to leave. Then, this ridiculous thing happened: my sister blocked my way, saying, "What are you holding?" I said, "Get out of the way, this is my card." My sister snatched it away, saying, "Are you kidding me? This is my brother's!" I was so angry I wanted to jump up and die! I had nothing to say to her! I said, "Ask him yourself!"

She said asking was useless; he was afraid of me and would definitely say it was yours. I was furious! What kind of logic is this woman?!

I just wanted to snatch it and leave… But who knew, who knew, despite her petite appearance, she was surprisingly strong! She almost pushed me to the ground. I was enraged; I hadn't even touched her, and she was already attacking me? I held back and called my boyfriend to let him explain himself. Then, she grabbed my phone and threw it on the ground! She smashed my phone, and when I looked at it, my heart bled. This was the first relatively expensive thing I'd bought for myself with my meager salary!! I quickly picked it up and looked at it—damn, the screen was cracked! I tried to turn it on, but the screen was distorted! I had the urge to strangle her! My sister probably acted impulsively. She paused for a moment, then said, "Who told you to steal it? Steal my foot! I'm taking my own things, is that stealing? I absolutely have to make this call! Luckily, the phone still works! I didn't even care about my bank card anymore, cursed a couple of times, and left…

I called my boyfriend downstairs: 'Your sister smashed my phone. She won't let me take the SIM card, am I supposed to get a replacement?'

He said, 'Don't worry, I'm coming right up.' I said, 'I have to rush back to work, you figure it out yourself.' And so, the next ridiculous thing happened, all about this phone and this SIM card. That evening, Xiaomei suggested we go eat at Haidilao!" This foodie →_ → I felt bad bothering my best friend for so long, so I decided to treat him to a meal. My wallet was empty. He kept nagging me, and when I looked at it, it was over 140 yuan! I quickly called my boyfriend to ask him to return my card, or I'd starve! I have quite a few cards… but none of them have any money →_ → I called, and my boyfriend stammered. I said, "Just give me a straight answer, when are you going to return it?" Finally, he said, "I can't find it… I can't find it… I can't find it…" Do you think I can believe that? I thought, my sister must have thrown it away? Cut it up? Eaten it?… Anyway, she's not going to return it! I got angry. I said, "Tell that idiot in your family to return my cards! And my phone! She broke it! Pay me back!" I yelled so loudly it startled even myself… The person on the other end immediately said, “Are you out of money? I’ll transfer it to your other card first.” “Trying to act tough, huh?” I demanded my own card back. “If you don’t give it back right now, you’ll regret it!” I was genuinely furious. Looking at my messy phone, I felt a pang of heartache. So, I didn’t get to eat at Haidilao that day. I was seething with anger. The next day, my boyfriend called, and I immediately asked, “Where’s my card?” He said, “I’ll go with you to buy a new phone.”

I said, "You're such a good brother, always cleaning up after her. We're really family!" He didn't argue, just kept saying, "It's inconvenient for you without a phone, I'll go with you to buy it." Suddenly, I felt a wave of boredom and didn't want to waste any more words with him. I hung up. This man's attitude throughout the call chilled me. I don't care how badly my sister treats me, but seeing that troubled, hesitant look made me feel cold. I don't understand, I just don't understand!

I ran into him downstairs when I got off work that afternoon. I immediately turned back to go upstairs, and he quickly followed. "Here, give me a box. It's a new phone." My mind went blank for a second; I didn't know what to do… I'm not greedy!

I was a little angry. "You're really going to pay for her things?" I grabbed the bag and left, but he tried to pull me back. I said, "Are we going to argue in the street for others to see?" He let go, and I went home. When I got back, I saw there was still a thousand yuan in the box!

I was stunned. What did this mean? I immediately called to confront him… It was very noisy on the other end, with the sound of a TV, and my older sister was asking, "Who is it?" I was furious! He was right there! I said, "You really are something else! Paying for things here and there, you're doing pretty well, huh?" I added him to my blacklist again. It was truly disgusting. Who knew that less than an hour later, my sister called and immediately said, "Are you serious?

You took my phone, you took my money? I thought you were some kind of saint, but you're nothing!" I was shocked!

Did he even understand? I was speechless, completely dumbfounded.

My mind went blank! When I came to my senses, I wanted to find all sorts of words to curse her, but I started stuttering again. I felt so wronged! I wanted to go to my boyfriend's house and throw money in her face! I wanted to shove that old phone in her mouth! Of course, I was just fantasizing. All I did was call her mother.

Of course, I couldn't bring myself to say things like, "Your son and daughter are sleeping together." I just said gently, "Auntie, our place is small, it's not very convenient for Tingting to stay with us." After hanging up, I was still very uneasy, wondering if what I did was right. I still felt I shouldn't have involved the parents. Just when I was feeling depressed about this, my sister made me completely stop regretting it! She used... She greeted me with all sorts of vulgarities; I couldn't believe a girl could say such things. It would be child's play if I were to run into someone or something, and she even insulted my unborn son! I held my phone, speechless. At that moment, I felt it was time to completely sever ties with this family.

I only said, "Are you home?" My sister was taken aback and didn't say anything. I said yes. "Wait for me at home." I'm coming right now. I took a taxi straight to my boyfriend's house. They were all there. My sister was glaring at me hostilely. I said, "What are you looking at? I'll give you back your phone and money," and threw the phone and money at my boyfriend. He didn't even flinch, just sat there on the sofa, stunned. I was about to leave. But when I got to the door, I suddenly felt I couldn't just leave like this; I had to leave something behind. I made a bold decision and said to my sister, "Tingting, you..." "Excuse me, I have a few words to say to your brother." She was naturally unhappy and shouted, "Just say what you have to say right now, what's there to hide?" This was within my expectations, and I laughed, "Okay, then don't interfere." My sister said, "As long as you don't hit my brother, you can do whatever you want!"

I didn't reply, and walked directly in front of my boyfriend. He suddenly tensed up, and my sister also clenched her hands tightly.

I laughed, "Don't be nervous," I won't hit you, I just want to make you feel good one last time. After saying that, I went to unbuckle my boyfriend's belt. He didn't resist much, but my sister moved closer. I said, "I won't hit him, so don't interfere." In no time, my boyfriend's pants were pulled down, and I immediately took them into my mouth. My sister was startled, seemed to want to say something, but hesitated.

After only a few licks, my boyfriend's penis was erect. I held the base of his penis with one hand... While my tongue was licking, sucking, holding, circling, and blowing, I gently licked the glans. "Ah..." The intense stimulation caused my boyfriend's muscles to involuntarily contract. My little tongue was still licking back and forth on the glans. My boyfriend couldn't believe it was real; his girlfriend was giving him oral sex in front of his sister, sucking his penis. His penis was swollen to its limit, big and hard. After licking his penis several times, I opened my mouth and sucked his scrotum into my mouth. Like a child sucking on candy, I rolled his testicles inside, then licked upwards along his penis, finally swallowing the glans. The intense pleasure made my boyfriend's body tremble uncontrollably. At this moment, I also used my mouth to thrust deeply into his penis, swallowing it entirely each time, the glans reaching my throat.

Then I spat out his penis, looked at my boyfriend who was motionless, still lost in ecstasy, and suddenly stopped. "Stop," I looked down and saw that I was looking at him. How could he possibly hold back? He pressed my head down onto his penis, using one hand to move my head up and down. This was exactly the effect I wanted, this was my boyfriend being so proactive, this was for his sister to see.

To let him know, "Your brother, I can make him happy just because I want him to? I can make him slutty, he's just leftovers I've played with." "If you can't hold back, just ejaculate," I said contemptuously, looking up at my tense boyfriend. I knew that in this environment where his sister was watching, it would be easier for him to reach orgasm.

My boyfriend gripped the sofa armrests tightly with both hands, his penis throbbing slightly in my mouth. From experience, I knew this was a sign of ejaculation. As I spoke, I swallowed his now purplish-red glans deep into my throat, rhythmically swirling my tongue around his penis. "Ah...oh...oh!" "My boyfriend couldn't hold back any longer and started moaning. Then his whole body convulsed, and the intense stimulation caused him to ejaculate a large amount of semen deep into my throat." "

Mmm..." I groaned. As my boyfriend's semen shot into my mouth, I tightly closed my lips to prevent it from spilling. I swallowed it all in one gulp, then licked the semen off his penis clean. I stood up, looked at my sister, and laughed, "You see? I can make him feel good too. Men are all so cheap." Then I

walked away without looking back.

People are just so cheap. I deleted him from my phone's contact list, including all the old text messages. I didn't want to see him, didn't want him on my phone. I'm using one of Xiaomei's phones now; I didn't get the broken one fixed. Seeing it annoyed me, so I just put it away. The last time I contacted my boyfriend was when I went to pick up some things. I didn't want to run into my sister alone again; I couldn't bear the shock… I told him, "When I get there, please take her away. I'll let you know when I'm done." Finally, my boyfriend said quietly, "You shouldn't have called my family. I really didn't expect that. I'm a guy, so it's okay, but she's having a hard time." Damn it! My calm heart shattered instantly!! I hung up the phone, lay on the bed, and couldn't help but cry. In all this time, apart from that touching phone call with my mother, I hadn't cried like this. I felt incredibly wronged. I kept hoping, or rather fantasizing, that this wasn't real, that it would pass quickly, and I hadn't even thought much about what it would be like to cut ties with everything. I'm a timid person, and I've adapted to this kind of life. For all these years, he's been everywhere in my life; he even accompanies me to buy toothpaste and sanitary napkins. I used to dislike strong-flavored foods, but now I love them, and even my skin tone is almost similar to his… I really can't imagine what it would be like to lose him. That feeling of having something ripped out of my heart is so painful.

I can't bear it. Anger followed. I don't understand. This so-called "sister" isn't really a sister at all. We've only known each other for a little over a year, and he's so immature. What made him ruin our relationship like this? I cried and cried. From that day on, I stopped wanting to work; everything was going wrong. After my boyfriend said those words, I was heartbroken, and my initial plan to endure it was gone. Maybe I'm not as good as my sister in anything, but there's one thing: I can be with my boyfriend openly and honestly, while they can't! Everyone's going to criticize me, saying, "He's so despicable, and you still want to be with him?" I can only say that I'm still not reconciled. Who can be? I'm angry, I can't help but be angry. I've always been low-key and disliked arguing, but that doesn't mean I don't have a temper! You want my boyfriend, yet you throw my things, push me, and yell at me. I understand that family is one thing, but I think true betrayal is another. And you, her boyfriend, actually feel sorry for her?

You say I went too far by making that call? You say she's having a hard time? Then what kind of life have I been living? In all these days, have you regretted it? Or do you not care about me anymore? How can I be reconciled? My sister texted me yesterday. I think this girl has some psychological issues, maybe she's lacking love? I believe she doesn't actually like her brother as much as she thinks, but she's just excited because someone is competing with her for his affections. Here's another thing: I always automatically save my QQ password because I'm lazy and don't want the hassle! So my boyfriend also has my QQ password on his computer, though I don't usually log in. One day, after logging in, I found someone had left me a message. It was a male classmate from university, someone I hadn't contacted in a long time. He had previously expressed his feelings for me. Of course, I had a boyfriend at the time and rejected him. This guy suddenly reappeared, and I was completely baffled. I tentatively asked him what was going on, and then I discovered something shocking! Someone had actually logged into my QQ! I found this guy! My goal was to get information out of him and find evidence of my infidelity! She kept asking me all sorts of questions like where I was going to go, which made me suspicious and I stopped chatting with her. I wondered how she knew! I investigated and finally discovered that this guy had left messages on my message board. I guess she'd been studied! I was terrified! My Fetion and QQ passwords were all stored on that computer! I'd never deleted my chat history! Had she completely exposed me? What does it feel like to be seen naked? Besides, I was certain this person was her! So

I quickly changed my password, feeling incredibly anxious and worried. I initially thought about confronting my boyfriend, but then I thought better of it. I didn't want to tell that jerk I'd been badmouthing her. I told her directly not to log into my account anymore. I looked down on people with no manners. She replied: "If you're not a ghost, aren't you afraid of being seen?" Before I could even process what was happening, another message came: "You know what you've done, I haven't even told him yet." I was stunned... What had I done? What heinous thing had I done?! I asked, "What do you mean?" My sister replied, "Who is W?"

I suddenly understood. Good grief, they'd really figured everything out, even my high school classmate had been doxxed!

Speaking of W, I was lost in deep memories...

This W was the son of my mom's colleague. He went to school in the same city as me, he was my first love, and my first man. At that time, I didn't know my boyfriend yet. It was normal for me to be in a relationship, and it was normal for me to sleep with him. We fell in love in junior high and went to the same high school. He was very good to me, at least at that age, he could satisfy my needs for love and everything else. My first time was thanks to him, and it happened in my own home. I was in puberty then, developing quite quickly, with very obvious secondary sexual characteristics. I had a curvaceous and beautiful figure, my breasts were already a B cup, and my pubic hair was thick. We both knew a little about that kind of thing and were full of curiosity. Finally… It was summer vacation, the weather was hot, and my parents weren't home that day.

I was wearing a t-shirt and suit shorts, lying on a bamboo cooling bed to sleep. W came to find me, and I opened the door for him. I had a cold and a headache, so I said I was too tired and went back to sleep. I fell asleep, and I have no idea what he did while I was asleep, or how much he struggled inside. Anyway, W noticed me lying on the cooling bed. I was sound asleep and didn't know that he had quietly taken off my shorts. I woke up feeling an itchy sensation in my lower body. Opening my eyes, I saw him supporting himself on the mat, his penis thrusting erratically between my legs. He was startled to find me awake. At that moment, tears involuntarily streamed down my face. Seeing this, he rushed to me, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just couldn't help it, it kept making me cry." His apologies and reassurances gradually calmed me down. Seeing his penis drooping dejectedly between his legs, I asked him, "Do you really want it?" He was startled, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded. I asked, "Will you love me forever?" He solemnly promised, "Of course, I'll love you forever."

Looking back now, it's really despicable how easily men can lie.

I said, "Then come on," and W's face lit up with joy. His penis immediately started growing wildly, as if it had been injected with growth hormone! W's penis was the biggest I'd ever seen, a full 17cm long and incredibly thick.

I was terrified when I saw it and asked him, "It's so big, and my vagina is so small." W said, "It's okay, the books say that even if it's big, your vagina can accommodate it." Then he tried to penetrate me. It was his first time too, so I said, "==, just touch me first." He didn't know how, and just touched me randomly down there, but sometimes it stimulated my sensitive spots. Plus, it was my first time being touched there by a man, so I was very sensitive, and soon I was overflowing with vaginal fluid. W then went straight for it.

He only inserted a small part before I cried out in pain. W, feeling sorry for me, didn't insert any further and pulled out a little more. He tried again, but it was almost the same spot again, and it hurt. This went on for several times with little progress. W was sweating profusely; I knew we were at the hymen. Finally, he steeled himself and said, "Just thrust in hard, all the way in."

W, hearing this, aimed at my vagina and thrust in. The excruciating pain shot through my lower body, and I screamed. Hearing my scream, W didn't stop; instead, as if stimulated, he continued thrusting in and out. My lower body was swollen full, and the pain intensified. I cried out, "Stop! Stop!" But W seemed not to hear me, and suddenly accelerated several times, ejaculating his virgin semen deep inside me. He slumped onto me, and I immediately pushed him away. I saw that his penis was covered in my virgin blood...

My first experience with stamina was over. There was no pleasure, only pain. W apologized to me afterwards. I was so naive back then, and I forgave him after his sweet words. We did it many more times afterward, but maybe we didn't know the right techniques. I never felt much pleasure, not even after he ejaculated. Thinking about it now, W was a jerk, only thinking about his own pleasure. Later, we went to university, and after only a few months apart, he broke up with me. W was a complete jerk.

Although my sister didn't know the details, she seized on this and started making a fuss! My sister is quite petite, probably the type most men like to protect. She's about 160cm tall, a little chubby, and has pretty phoenix eyes, but otherwise just average. I finally decided to go home. During this time, I lost hair like crazy, which scared me. Would I go bald? I don't know what happened over there, it suddenly quieted down. I guess his mom had him under control. My boyfriend kept apologizing and even mailed me a bracelet or something. I looked at it, and holy crap, it's rose quartz! It's supposed to attract love! I gave it to my mom, and she was happy. She thinks I'm a filial daughter. I'm so calm now. I even want to hurry up and go on a blind date with a handsome, rich guy to make him jealous. I suddenly want to go back to the provincial capital, but I don't have a job and can't support myself. I updated my status, wishing my boyfriend and his adorable little sister a long and happy life together, and many children. I'm going to send them two huge baskets of radishes at their wedding.

My boyfriend still texts me every day, acting all high and mighty. If I'm happy, I'll reply with a congratulatory message; if I'm not, I'll just forward it to my sister; and if I'm still not happy, I'll just ignore it. Lately, whenever I have free time, I'm afraid I'll act like a fool, so I started fantasizing about my sister and my boyfriend being together, getting all excited, and then I solidified my belief: to avoid disgusting myself to death, I absolutely will not forgive him! My resentment erupts several times a day, each time making me angry. I feel like I'm going crazy, and my boyfriend is still bothering me every day, even bothering Xiaomei, saying he wants to come see me. I scoff, "Where have you been all this time?" I want to confess to my mom, but I've tried several times to say it but can't bring myself to do it.

Yesterday, my boyfriend's best friend left me a message on my school's online platform, asking me to forgive my boyfriend. I chatted with him for a while, and to my surprise, my boyfriend told him that I had misunderstood him, that he hadn't touched my sister... I was speechless, I didn't want to explain anymore, it was too embarrassing!! His best friend finally said, "Nobody would believe this!" I said, "I don't believe it either. I told him not to ask him anymore, we can't be together." He said, "Sigh,

I subtly asked my sister about her love life during the first two days after she arrived. I'm a gossipy woman, you know." My sister said that some girls in her dorm were living with their boyfriends, claiming they lived alone, and everyone looked down on them, saying they had countless men with them. My sister said, "What if your husband finds out you've lived with him before marriage?" I quickly stopped myself, "I did live with him before marriage -_-" My sister also said that she had never been in a relationship because she felt that men weren't sincere. I felt so ashamed at the time. She was such a pure girl, and I… I… Later I found out it was all a disaster!

I really couldn't go on with him anymore. I went back to stay for two days, and even the slightest touch from him, even his arm, made me uncomfortable. The thought of my sister and him in bed together made me feel nauseous! There were so many things I hadn't brought back. After all, I'd stayed for so long, so many things!

And I'm not a wasteful person. I can't just throw everything away and disgust them. I still have contact with his family; it's not long since the incident happened, and they haven't known about it for long either. I can't do that. After all, his mother didn't do anything wrong, right? My heart is aching. I feel like crying every day, especially before bed. I can't control my thoughts; one minute I'm angry, the next I'm heartbroken. Three or four years of relationship, the only time I've ever truly given my heart to love? Just because they don't care doesn't mean I have no feelings for them anymore.

I once thought that if he admitted his mistake, I would let it go and forgive him. But he disappointed me. I'm not willing to go back now because his attitude changed too late. I exhausted my patience and courage during those days, not because I don't love him anymore. You can despise me, scold me. Yes, even though he did this, I'm more heartbroken than angry. I can't forgive him because I can't get over it myself, not because I've let go.

My younger sister told me one day that she knew it wouldn't work out, but she just didn't want to give herself to me. Maybe one day she'd realize it and regret it. By then, I had stopped replying to her texts. I told myself, she's just a little girl who craves love. If I suddenly had a loving older brother, I'd like him too. It's just that she's immature and has slept with her brother.

My boyfriend sent me three texts one day, but didn't call. He said he'd wait for my forgiveness. I asked him why he got involved with my sister, and whether he'd thought about the consequences. I asked for details, like who initiated it, and to describe the details of what happened in bed. My boyfriend hesitated for a moment, and I yelled, "Your mother's already giving you a blowjob in front of her, what are you being shy about? Aren't you enjoying it?" The boyfriend stammered as he explained: He said that they weren't very close that year. Bored during summer vacation, they decided to go to that ancient town. They booked a room because they didn't have much money. After showering, the girl slept on the bed, and the boyfriend slept on the floor. The floor was cool, and soon the boyfriend said he sneezed. The girl heard him and asked him to get on the bed. At first, the boyfriend refused, but the girl then slept on the floor as well. He reluctantly went back to bed. At first, everything was fine. But as they chatted, the topic turned to sex. The girl was very curious, and since she already had feelings for the boyfriend, she didn't hold back. The boyfriend said that he got a little excited during the conversation, and his penis was already erect. At that moment, the girl's hand moved and touched his penis, causing him to shudder as if electrocuted. My sister was also startled, her face turning bright red. They both fell silent. After a while, she finally extended her sacred hand, grasping her boyfriend's penis, and said, "Brother, let me understand men." Her boyfriend, already aroused, took her hand and began stroking his penis…

and then, everything happened… and that's

when my tragedy began. My

boyfriend and I were university classmates, and now we've both graduated. He's working, and I failed my postgraduate entrance exam last year, so I randomly took a job, which I'm not very happy with. With the end of the year approaching, I'm planning to quit. I've been resting at home since January. Let

me tell you about myself.

I'm 169cm tall and weigh 105kg. I'm fairly fair-skinned, not exactly a stunning beauty, but fair skin does cover up many flaws.

I still get a lot of attention on the street.

We're currently living in a studio apartment, which originally belonged to my boyfriend's aunt. Later, his aunt and uncle moved to a faraway city and stopped living there, so they sold it cheaply. We're grateful to his aunt for providing us with a place to stay during this time of soaring prices and outrageous housing costs. Although it's a bit old, we're very happy with it!

My boyfriend's parents divorced when he was in elementary school. According to him, it was because his father cheated on his mother… But! His father has remarried, and his new wife isn't the same woman he cheated with! We, as younger generations, won't comment… This is the woman my boyfriend's current stepmother brought with him. I should mention that my boyfriend and I started dating in our second year of university, so it's been over three years now. His father's remarriage happened two years ago, and I even attended the wedding. I quite liked this girl back then. She was pretty, petite, not very tall, and liked to laugh. There were a lot of relatives visiting, and not enough beds, so I had to share a small bed with her. Since I was only a year older than her, we had a lot to talk about, and we got along quite well!

She was a year younger than us, graduating next year; she was a senior this year. I heard she wasn't a very diligent student, attending a less prestigious university in a less desirable major, making it difficult for her to find a job. But she was ambitious and insisted on working in the provincial capital. So, starting in October when her classes were almost over, she moved in with my boyfriend and me. I was very happy about it! I'm someone who can't sit still. My boyfriend usually works overtime, while my job is relatively easy; I get off work at 5:30 and basically have nothing to do... So I thought, it would be great if my sister came over so we could play together and talk. So when my boyfriend's parents called about this, I kept saying, "Don't worry, don't worry, leave it to us. We'll definitely find you a good job."

So, one weekend, my boyfriend went to the small town where my sister goes to university and picked her up. There were so many things with her, it was like moving house. My boyfriend and I spent an entire night getting everything ready for her. We set up a bed in the small living room, and I was worried that she might need privacy, so I went out and bought a large curtain to hang by the bed. That way, she could do whatever she wanted inside. I'm such a good sister-in-law, la la la~

While we were doing all this, my sister took a white radish and started eating it. She ate two radishes, and I noticed her occasionally licking the radish with her tongue. When she saw me watching her eat like that, she said it tasted even better that way, and I just smiled.

Her action reminded me of what I do when I'm helping my boyfriend. I felt a little wet down there; I needed to clean myself up quickly, how embarrassing! We had to go to work tomorrow, and it was almost 1 a.m., so we all washed up and went to bed.

Not long after we got into bed, I heard his sister's soft snoring. I couldn't fall asleep for a long time, and my boyfriend couldn't sleep either. I held his penis in my hand and said, "Did you see your sister eat radishes?" He said, "Huh?

No!"

My hand did start stroking him. I whispered in my boyfriend's ear, "The way she ate the radishes reminded me of your little brother. I really wanted to take a bite then." My boyfriend's penis gradually got hard. My boyfriend isn't very strong, but his penis is pretty good, with 16cm testicles that are especially big. I love sucking on his penis and seeing how much pleasure he gets.

At this moment, my boyfriend pressed my head down onto his penis, and I didn't hesitate to take his open glans into my mouth and suck on it. My boyfriend's hand was also teasing my clitoris. I consider myself quite skilled at oral sex. His glans kept leaking clear fluid, which I took into my mouth and spat onto his penis, licking it, slowly moving down until I took his testicles in one bite, then spat them out, and then moved to the other one. I then slowly licked upwards from the base of his penis with the tip of my tongue, and then gently circled the glans with my tongue. At this moment, my boyfriend let out a soft moan, and his fingers were also inserting and withdrawing in my vagina, while his other hand pressed down on my head, and he shouted: "So good...so good..."

Just then, he got an erection. We both stopped. His sister got up to use the bathroom, then lay back down. I was moving my head up and down. My boyfriend said, "Let me fuck you!" I thought about it. I'd have to wash up afterwards, and it might wake his sister, so I said, "No need today, it's too late! Tomorrow. I'll take care of it for you." Then I sped up, my mouth on his glans, my hands stroking him. After a few minutes, my boyfriend's moans changed. I knew he was close to climaxing. I didn't stop. Then his penis throbbed, and a thick stream of semen shot into my throat. I swallowed it all. I kept my mouth on his penis until he finished, then I licked the semen off. I looked up at my boyfriend and asked, "Was it good?" My boyfriend pulled me into a hug and said he'd treat me properly sometime. I kissed him and said, "Go to sleep." We fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, I got up at 7:30, grabbed some bread, and started making milk. Suddenly, I remembered there was someone else at home, so I quickly ran out to ask my sister if she wanted breakfast. I called her a few times, but she said no. Well, I won't wake her up so early anymore; let her sleep. My boyfriend gets up like he's fighting for his life every morning. He'd die if he got up five minutes earlier! He's so loud and boisterous at home. I told him to keep it down, that people are sleeping! But he kept going! My sister was woken up too. She pulled the curtains and came out. It's still quite warm here in October, and my sister was wearing only underwear and a t-shirt when she pulled the curtains! I was completely stunned. My first thought was, "Who is this person?" The girl wasn't wearing a bra under her clothes; her breasts were pushing up her t-shirt high, and her two cute little nipples were faintly visible. I don't know if it was the natural sound under her underwear or because of the amount of pubic hair, but there were many loose threads peeking out from around her panties… My boyfriend was also stunned, standing there staring, completely mesmerized. I gently nudged him, and he finally snapped out of it, saying, "I'm going to the bathroom…" The girl was very polite, calling me "sister" t_t. It was so awkward! I don't know what she was thinking; was she still half asleep and thought she was in the dorm?

I followed him into the bathroom and whispered behind my boyfriend, "Why are you staring like that? She's so beautiful!" My boyfriend smiled sheepishly and said, "It happened so suddenly, I didn't have time to hide." I said, "Don't get any funny ideas; she's your sister." That's incest! I'll cut it off if you're not careful. Saying that, I grabbed his genitals, only to find he was already erect. He smiled sheepishly. I pretended to point at his penis and scolded, "You're such a troublemaker!"

I lightly slapped it a few times. My boyfriend grabbed my hand and started stroking it up and down through my pants. I asked, "Are you going to do it again? Don't you have to go to work?" My boyfriend was about to say something when suddenly a cough came from the doorway. We were startled.

There stood my sister, saying she needed to use the restroom. We were even more embarrassed and immediately moved aside. She was still naked underneath. As she walked past us, she glanced at my boyfriend with a resentful look in her eyes. I didn't think much of it, assuming she felt her brother shouldn't act this way. But I didn't realize that her look contained a different meaning!

My boyfriend's commute is farther than mine. He snatched my bread and ran away; I guess he couldn't handle such a steamy scene. I'm sure he couldn't stand it, I wonder how he'll manage at work. I want to say I'm a good sister-in-law, I wanted to ask her if she had any pajamas, but I was too embarrassed. Girls are sensitive; she didn't even react much when she was wearing underwear, would it be inappropriate for me to bring it up? So I ignored it, said a few useless things, and went to work! All day long, I couldn't stop thinking about my sister's underwear!

So, during lunch, I texted my boyfriend, asking if my sister usually does this at home. He said no. I think that makes sense, his dad is usually home too. Then, for the next two days, my sister slept for two days… I discovered she has two great hobbies: sleeping and eating radishes! I should say I was practically munching and licking at the same time!

I usually eat at the company because I'm lazy, and my boyfriend is often working overtime or traveling for work, so I rarely cook at home. But my sister came over, and I couldn't let her eat alone at home, right? So I bought groceries and cooked. Anyway, I got off work early, and it was also a good opportunity to show off that I'm a virtuous sister-in-law, to make my sister-in-law happy and say good things about me… I'm so traditional! ^ o^

When I got home, my sister was curled up on our bed watching TV. I asked, "Are you home all day?" She said, "Yes, I don't know anyone here." I said, "In a couple of days, on the weekend, I'll take you shopping!" While I was cooking, my sister was watching. The place is small, so we kept bumping into each other. I said, "Go watch TV, it'll be ready soon." My sister was embarrassed and said she didn't know how to cook anything. My slight annoyance vanished with a simple "sorry" from my sister... so I happily cooked! My boyfriend came home too, and during dinner, he suddenly said, "From now on, dress more neatly at home..." Seriously,

what a tactless person! You didn't say anything then, and now so much time has passed, and everyone's dressed neatly! Why don't you say it later when they find out? My sister gave me a look then, and that little glance... it gave me the creeps. Did she think I was gossiping behind her back?

That night, my sister wasn't very talkative towards me. I noticed that she usually came in wearing only her underwear, but that night, she went in fully dressed! And she came out fully dressed too... That night, I criticized my boyfriend, saying, "The girl didn't complain, why are you making such a fuss?" He just looked so serious! "It's not right for us to say we're not related by blood!"

Just as I fell asleep, my boyfriend's hands reached for my breasts. One hand teased my nipple, while the other was taken into his mouth, licking and sucking. Soon my nipples were hard and swollen, and my genitals were soaking wet. My small hands were also gripping his penis. Then he turned on the small lamp, saying he'd treat his wife well tonight. I shyly said, "Be gentle, my little sister's still in the living room." My boyfriend chuckled lewdly, and I knew it—another sleepless night. How exciting!

My boyfriend laid me flat, carefully admiring and studying my genitals. He used two thumbs to separate my labia majora and one middle finger to tease my labia minora. At the mons pubis, I saw that little pink fleshy ball again. Ah! My clitoris is so beautiful!

So, my boyfriend stretched out a finger and gently rubbed it there. "Ah!" I cried out in surprise, my body arching upwards, trembling: No... be gentle! No... I can't do this... I cried out nervously, both excited and afraid of waking my sister in the living room.

"My boyfriend continued to caress my sensitive clitoris, and my body trembled even more violently, writhing like a white snake. I really couldn't hold back anymore, so I grabbed a pillow and bit it. Seeing my strong reaction, my boyfriend's heroic spirit surged, and his emotions became even more excited. My boyfriend held his penis and thrust in forcefully, 'plop!' deeply penetrating my body. 'Oh!' I gasped softly, my body trembling again. '...Oh...so tight...I like it so much.' My boyfriend excitedly cried out as he thrust in and out in the 'doggy style' position.

My vagina kept contracting, suppressing my moans. My boyfriend thrust violently dozens of times, and I arched my hips to match his movements. 'Is it good?' he asked as he thrust. 'Yes!' I cried out. 'Want more?'" "

I want more...you fuck me...oh...you're doing it so well...it makes my whole body go numb..." My vagina sucked hard on my boyfriend's penis. "Ah...harder...oh...oh...ah...I'm coming!...Oh my god...faster!

...faster..." My boyfriend's thrusts became even faster. My body swayed back and forth under my boyfriend's impact.

"Ah!"

I suddenly screamed, my body trembling uncontrollably. My boyfriend knew I was pregnant. He turned my body towards him, and we hugged each other tightly, our tongues intertwining...he whispered between kisses, "Wife, are you comfortable?" I didn't answer him, my beautiful eyes closed, and I nodded slightly, letting my boyfriend caress and kiss me.

After a while, my boyfriend's penis was erect again, eager to show its power once more.

My boyfriend placed his penis near my lips, holding its thick, long shaft in his hand and rubbing it against my cheek a few times. I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and lick the head of his penis. Then, I opened my mouth and, with a "smack!" sound, took his penis into my mouth, feeling my tongue swirling around it! His penis grew even thicker, filling my mouth almost completely. I quickly spat it out, then gently stroked his penis with my hand, while my left hand's fingers lightly caressed and teased the throbbing shaft. I occasionally brushed the hairs that fell beside my cheeks, tucking them behind my ears, while simultaneously lowering my head and licking the head of his penis with a wanton, lewd gesture. My small, fragrant lips were relentlessly teasing the cleft between his penis and clitoris.

At that moment, my boyfriend pressed my plump buttocks against his face and began to lick my wet, tender vulva with relish. His tongue moved in and out, licking and teasing, occasionally gently biting my clitoris. "Mmm…

no… stop teasing me… oh… ah… it feels so good… you big bad guy… ah… I can't take it… ah…" My mouth tightly held my boyfriend's penis, as if afraid it would escape. She would occasionally moan softly between sucking strokes, releasing my pent-up desire, her slender waist twisting and swaying. "Ah…"

…Baby…oh…so good…oh…ah…ah…” My tender little hole kept flowing with my lustful fluids, soaking my boyfriend’s face. My clitoris was throbbing from his sucking. Perhaps my sexual desire hadn’t been released yesterday, because my body kept twisting and turning, moaning wildly and seductively: “Oh…oh…so good…ah…you’re making me feel so good…ah…I can’t take it anymore…ah…I’m coming…oh…so good…ah…I’m coming…” I suddenly trembled a few times, and a stream of hot, sticky lustful fluid spurted into my boyfriend’s mouth. I lay weakly on the bed, savoring the passion from just now. My boyfriend came over to me at this moment… He whispered in my ear, "Baby, are you comfortable?" "Mmm," I nestled in my boyfriend's arms and fell asleep...

The next day, I woke up radiant, everything felt wonderful, even my face was flushed.

I don't know how many days later, I realized something was wrong. My sister came here to look for a job, so why was she spending all her time watching TV and surfing the internet? I asked her, and she said she was just bored at school. Her roommates were either living with their boyfriends, had gone home and weren't coming back, or had disappeared! Well, these days, college students... I understand, I just graduated! Turns out, this girl came here to have fun; I guess going home would be boring and she'd have someone watching over her. I found an excuse to come out. My sister likes to watch TV in our room. Well, there's only one TV; what else can she do if I don't let her watch TV? But sometimes she stays up past midnight. My boyfriend and I only have one bed in our room, and she lies on the other side. I felt bad about kicking her out. She would use the remote to change things up until there was nothing left to watch, then she would leave. I didn't want to rush her, so I told my boyfriend. The next day, the TV was moved to the living room… Actually, I think it wasn't wrong, I just didn't tell her. My sister is only a year younger than me; I thought she would understand. But I was wrong.

When I came back the next day, my boyfriend hadn't come home from work yet. I saw her sitting… Where was she? The lights weren't on. I asked her what she was doing, and she said, "Sister, I'm leaving tomorrow." I was confused; she hadn't mentioned it before. I asked if there was anything going on at school. Guess what she said? She immediately stood up and shouted, "Do you think I'm leaving so you have to rush me?! You?!" I was startled. What did she mean? I asked, "What's wrong? What did I do?" She said, "You know!" Then she added, "Shameless!" I completely lost it! What was going on?! I hadn't even put my bag down when I got yelled at!! I walked up to her and asked, "What are you talking about? I don't understand, but you need to explain yourself today." I slammed the lights on, and only then did I realize that this girl's face was completely... Tears! I was stunned. I'm a softie; seeing someone cry, my first reaction was that I'd bullied her. I asked, "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood?" My sister said nothing, just a little annoyed. I sat down next to her and continued, "Tell me what's wrong." She said, "It's about finding a job, that's what's bothering me." So I launched into a long, comforting speech, saying things like, "Everyone goes through that," "Things will work out in the end," and so on... but she didn't seem to react much! So I said generously, "Let's go! If you're feeling down, let's go out for a big meal!" I called my boyfriend, asked where he was, and told him I was going out to eat with my sister, asking him to come too. My boyfriend's reaction was strange; he asked me... Why did you go out to eat with her? I said I was happy to.

I'm guessing she must have complained to her boyfriend about me first, which is why he was surprised we were eating together. That meal wasn't very enjoyable because I ate the most! She came to our area at the end of October, went home in early November, and came back about a week later, bringing a lot of food from home, made by her mother, for us to try. This time she looked a bit different; she had her hair done, that kind of layered bob, dyed chocolate brown… I won't go into the messy things that happened in between, anyway, I'm not going to comfort myself. Two girls the same age, and… She also had ambiguous feelings for her brother; we just couldn't get along.

That day was November 26th, I remember it clearly, a Saturday.

My best friend from university was having an early birthday celebration. She was also in this city, but lived far away. We ate dinner until after 11 pm, and she even encouraged us to play cards. So I called my boyfriend and said I wouldn't be going home that night, jokingly saying, "You guys are all alone, don't let me down." That night, I played cards with my best friend at a karaoke bar. There was my best friend's boyfriend, me, another guy, and my best friend's boyfriend's friends—four of us in total. Playing cards was incredibly boring; I had no motivation. My best friend suggested we play cards with some kind of penalty. "Okay, okay, I was almost asleep, and everyone agreed. Truth or dare? Sigh, we're all grown up, playing truth or dare is just a childish game." Then my best friend suggested taking off our clothes. Whoever lost had to take off a piece of clothing. All three of them were looking at me, and I blurted out, "Come on, come on!"

But I felt a little uneasy, then I remembered I had one more piece of clothing than them! And so, the punitive card game began. In the first round, my best friend's boyfriend's friend lost, and he took off his shirt without hesitation. Wow, my best friend exclaimed: "What? Your breasts are sagging?" Everyone burst into laughter. The man was fair-skinned and clean-cut, with a lot of fat on his body; he clearly didn't exercise much.

In the second round, my best friend's boyfriend lost, and without hesitation, he took off his shirt. Wow... this time I gasped. That physique! Six-pack abs, a dark chest, so manly! My best friend said that's just how he is, and I don't even want to look anymore. I didn't dare look any longer, but my heart was pounding with attraction to his body. Then tragedy struck me. I hesitated for a moment, then took off my shirt, leaving only my bra. I suddenly declared, "Let's fight! Let's keep fighting! Who's afraid of who? My physique is impeccable, no excess fat, and my breasts are a perfect 36B." In the next round, I lost again. Ah... I hesitated. All three of them were staring at me. My best friend couldn't help but laugh, and then my best friend's boyfriend said, "That's enough, it's so late. Let's stop playing and go home." I was torn. "Fine," I thought... "games have rules." I took off my bra and tossed it to my best friends, exposing my two little rabbits. Both guys looked a bit embarrassed and lowered their heads to shuffle the cards. I said, "Continue."

I noticed my best friend's boyfriend was secretly glancing at my chest while shuffling, but I didn't say anything.

Before the next round was even over, I suddenly had a stomachache and rushed to the bathroom; oh no!! My period started!

My pants were covered in blood. I called out to my best friend, "Xiao Mei." "Huh? What's wrong?" "Come quick!" I cried.

There was no other way but to get dressed. I quickly said goodbye, sheepishly hailed a taxi, and rushed home!

When I went in, no one was there… neither my boyfriend nor she was there. I couldn't worry about that now; I had to deal with my personal problems first. Then, I lay on the bed, wondering, where did those two go? It's almost 1 a.m., are they out shopping? And they didn't say they were out when I called them.

So I called my boyfriend, but no one answered… I kept calling… the third time, he answered and I asked him where he was. He asked me back, "Where are you?" I froze. Then it dawned on me—I'd lied… I said, "At so-and-so's house" (my best friend). Then I discovered a shocking secret: my boyfriend said, "I'm at home, I'm asleep. What's up?" I was utterly stunned! I could have been calmer, but I couldn't hold back and immediately yelled, "I'm at home! Where the hell are you?!" At the time, I didn't think much of it. I just assumed they were having a little fun outing. Why would they need to go out if they didn't have a bed at home? I really underestimated my sister. My thinking was perfectly normal; any normal person would think that way… But then I heard someone shout something loudly on the other end—it was in dialect, and I didn't understand. Before I could react, they hung up… I called again, no answer. I called again, hung up… I called again, phone off. I was completely dumbfounded! What was going on? What was happening?

I'd been drinking, and on impulse, I wanted to call their mother, but I controlled myself and kept waiting. I just couldn't believe they weren't coming back! But I was wrong again. Those two didn't come back on Saturday night, the 26th! That night, I kept calling my boyfriend, but his phone was off… I kept pacing back and forth, unable to stop for a moment, feeling helpless and cold all over. I called every half minute, I was going crazy. Just before dawn, the call connected, but I suddenly didn't know what to say. Before he answered, I hung up. I called my best friend to ask where she was. She said she had just gotten back and was about to shower and go to bed. I told her to wait a bit, I'd be right there. She said, "You're on your period and still not behaving yourself." That's when I remembered, my period had started. I hadn't slept all night and had been drinking, I felt like throwing up! Those two bastards. I took a taxi again, not because it was wasteful, but because it was so early there were no buses… When

I got to my best friend's house, I said I was going to sleep first! I felt really awful at the time. My mind couldn't keep up, but my body was a mess. I'd been in and out of bed for too long, and before I knew it, I'd thrown up... My best friend was immediately shocked and asked, "Didn't you get your period? How can you be pregnant?!" I said, "Quick, get me some water!" My phone had been completely silent the whole time, not a single notification. Didn't you guys even bother to call and explain? My best friend asked what was wrong, and I told him. He said, "Are you writing a novel? You're probably just imagining things." I really didn't want to say anything more, so I put my phone on silent and tried to sleep, but I couldn't! I was just drifting in and out of sleep, and then my stomach started hurting. Ugh... so miserable.

My best friend woke up around noon and, seeing me still half-dead, dragged me out to eat.

I glanced at my phone. No calls, three text messages: one spam, one from 10086 (China Mobile's customer service number), and one… "You bastard! You're texting me again?" I've read this message countless times; it's still saved on my phone. They've sent me countless messages since then, most of which I've read and deleted, but this one is the only one I've kept. This was the beginning of their betrayal, and it hasn't ended yet!

The message said: "Sister, I'm sorry, I was wrong. Don't blame brother. I don't like smelling your scent in your house, on your bed. Please forgive my stubbornness. You're still my sister-in-law."

I stared at my phone for a long time. I hadn't rested in ages, and my brain was a little foggy. Actually, the message wasn't very clear. What happened? It didn't say! I quickly called my best friend to look. After she saw it, she immediately wanted to yell at me, but I held her back. I asked her, "Is this for real?" My best friend said, "You really encountered something like this? I thought you were joking!" I froze, completely bewildered. Actually, from last night until now, although I was emotional, I hadn't thought about it at all. No normal person would think like that! I thought at most they went out for a sweet dinner and shopping. Does this mean... they slept together? I immediately called my boyfriend. This time, he answered and asked where I was. I said I was at my best friend's house. This guy actually asked, "You didn't go home yesterday?" Did he think he could keep lying just because I didn't go home? I said, "Aren't you going to explain yourself?" He was silent for a moment and then said, "I'm sorry." I was enraged by that "I'm sorry." She just said "I'm sorry" too, and you two are really playing along! Do you even know what you've done? Do you even know? You're not just apologizing to me, you're apologizing to your parents too!

I dragged Xiaomei back with me to help me move my things... I really didn't want to be with them. It doesn't matter who the mistress is now, I can't accept this person... Please forgive me, I still can't handle things that are too extreme, like this. Seriously, I still feel this way, it gives me goosebumps, I don't know how to accept it. So, the day I found out, I gave in without a second thought and left... Of course, I wasn't thinking of letting them be together. I'm not that noble, and besides, could I really let them be together? I'd wasted three or four years on him. How many times had he slept with me? How many times had I sucked his penis? And our relationship was known to all our relatives and friends. I

had to consider

going back there. "Oh, everyone's here! What a coincidence!" I said. "Xiaomei, go watch TV." The three of us were in the living room.

I noticed she'd been crying; her eyes were swollen. "Sorry, I don't pity you. I haven't even cried yet."

I started packing, and she actually came up to me and tried to pull me away, saying, "I've packed everything. I'm leaving right away. Don't go."

I immediately got angry. I forgot to mention that the little girl had been telling me all along that this was her brother's house, and she could stay as long as she wanted, while I didn't even know how long I could stay. She'd been saying this to me behind my back for a long time. I didn't argue then because I felt I should give in to her since I'm older, but now I realize I'm only five months older than her!

So I pushed her away and said, "I don't care if you leave or not, I'm leaving." She grabbed me, crying as she pulled, saying it was all her fault. I glanced at my boyfriend; he was like a block of wood. He's always been like this. I have to say something about my boyfriend. I still can't understand how he could do something like this. When we were together, he was almost always very indulgent and caring. I had my share of little temper tantrums, but he never really held it against me.

He didn't have much money, but he always took me out for good food, spending all his meager monthly allowance on food! As a result, I gained over ten pounds while we were together. He might not be very talkative, a bit introverted, but he's a really good person—that's what all his friends say. They even take advantage of his kindness, always paying for meals and never wanting anyone to suffer any injustice.

So, I chose him despite his less-than-ideal circumstances, valuing his character above all else. Who knew it would turn out like this?

I'm really heartbroken; he didn't even ask me to stay? Okay, I'm leaving now! Actually, I have quite a lot of stuff; I packed just the things I usually use, and it already filled a big bag.

Leaving

is cowardly, isn't it? I haven't cried because I haven't recovered yet. Honestly, I even doubt the truth of what happened… No one explained anything to me; all I heard was "I'm sorry." Although "I'm sorry" already reflected everything, I still didn't believe it at the time. Why did I move out?

Maybe it was out of spite, out of anger. I moved directly into Xiaomei's house. Xiaomei had a two-bedroom, two-living-room apartment. I slept in the guest room, and she and her boyfriend slept in the other room. Xiaomei said, "Stay as long as you want, it's like your own home." I was very touched, so I settled in. One afternoon, Xiaomei went to work, and I was taking a nap when I was woken up by needing to pee. I rushed to the toilet. Xiaomei's toilet was a sliding aluminum alloy type. As soon as I opened the door, a figure suddenly appeared, startling me. It was Xiaomei's boyfriend taking a shower. "Ah!" they both exclaimed. I quickly backed out and closed the door. "Um, why are you back?" "I just finished playing ball and came back to take a shower. Why wasn't the water running? I thought no one was home. I was just about to put on the soap when you rushed in." Then I realized I was there to use the bathroom. I said anxiously, "How much longer are you going to shower? I can't hold it anymore!" I had just started showering, just put on the soap.

I really couldn't hold it anymore and shouted, "I can't take it anymore, I need to go first." I pushed the door open again and took off my pants... I squatted down and relieved myself instantly—it felt so good! I sighed in relief, only then remembering there was someone next to me. Turning around, I saw him staring intently at me. My face flushed red, and I snapped, "Pervert!" My best friend boyfriend said helplessly, "You barged in while I was showering, and now you call me a pervert." I quickly pulled up my pants and said, "It's just that everyone needs to use the restroom." Turning back, I realized his muscular physique still captivated me. I looked him up and down, and this time he blushed and said, "What are you looking at? And you called me a pervert?" He quickly covered his private parts with his hands.

I realized I had been rude, but I wasn't about to back down: "What's wrong with looking? You saw me in the bathroom, I have to make up for it." "Tch, so stingy." I said and left.

Completely wide awake, I sat in the living room watching TV. My best friend boyfriend finished showering and came out. Seeing me watching TV, he said, "I'm going to take an afternoon nap, please keep your voice down." I felt a little embarrassed, after all, I'm a girl, so I just said "Okay." He went inside. Everything was fine, since we're all so familiar with each other.

I'm just coasting at work, still on probation, and this has completely made me want to quit. It's pointless, I want to go home. I've already done everything—being late and leaving early—I'm pretty willful, aren't I? ^o^ In the three or four days after she moved out, she sent me a few messages, and occasionally called, but I hung up on her and she never called again. My boyfriend didn't react at all, which I didn't expect. Because before, no matter how big or small the argument was, he would always come to coax me immediately, or at least not for long. But now it's been four or five days, and there's been no movement at all. I'm getting more and more upset every day, and I'm becoming more and more resentful. What did I do wrong? Why do I deserve this? You two just send me away with a "sorry"? And then you go off to have fun?? No way!

On the fifth day, I couldn't hold back and sent my boyfriend a text message: I've been waiting for your explanation. I had just put my phone down when he called. I thought about it and answered. He said, "I thought you didn't forgive me." I said, "How did I forgive you?" He said, "She went back." I said, "Why didn't you go back with her?" He said, "I'm sorry." I said, "Don't just say sorry, I need an explanation."

So, I learned the whole story. Perhaps it was too late, but he told me that this girl had actually told him she liked him last year, but he hadn't paid much attention, since they hadn't spent much time together. Last summer, they even went to an ancient town (damn, he told me it was with his whole family). I asked him if they stayed together then, and he said yes. I asked if anything happened, and he said no, but they slept hugging. Later, when he came back, we stayed together. He and she didn't have much contact, though they did. Now that I think about it, they always spoke in dialect when they talked on the phone. I couldn't understand and didn't really care, but they'd been together for a while!

It's so heartbreaking. I thought it was just this once, but it seems like it wasn't just this! They even went on trips together and stayed together, and they had the nerve to say they only slept in each other's arms! I suddenly feel like I don't even know him anymore. I thought he would never do something like this. But now, not only did he do it, but he chose his sister? I don't want to say anything more, I hung up the phone. During the day, I'm just a bystander; at night, I watch TV and use the computer—bored, empty, lonely, and resentful. At Xiaomei's house, I'm free and unrestrained, doing whatever I want, sleeping whenever I want. They both have jobs. Unlike me, who's just a nobody, they all go to bed earlier than me. Occasionally, I hear Xiaomei's moans at night, and thinking about her boyfriend's manhood, my heart flutters.

Another long night. It's already midnight. My best friend and her boyfriend are asleep, and I'm bored. I'm lying on the sofa in the living room watching TV. Thinking about my best friend's boyfriend's muscular physique when he showers, my cheeks gradually turn red. It's been over a month since we've had sex, and suddenly I feel a surge of desire. My hand involuntarily reaches down to my genitals; they're already soaking wet. I gently rub my clitoris. Just then, the phone rings—a text message. I pick it up and see it's from 10086 again. Sending spam at midnight! I'm a little annoyed. Anger and lust were disrupted, so they weren't as intense. The TV was boring too, and drowsiness gradually crept in. Not wanting to move, I fell asleep on the sofa.

I don't know how long I slept, but I was awakened by the sound of flushing. Through my hazy vision, I saw a tall figure emerge from the bathroom—it was my best friend's boyfriend. He hadn't even worn underwear to pee! He didn't go back to the bedroom; instead, he stood in front of the coffee table, picked up a glass of water, and drank. Although there was moonlight, the sofa was backlit, so the light on it was dim. He hadn't even noticed I was sleeping on the sofa. He was standing with his penis directly opposite my head. The moonlight shone on him, highlighting his strong chest, his well-defined abs, and his small penis. I couldn't resist reaching out to touch his abs. He… Startled by the sudden hand, he flinched back, then looked closer and realized it was me.

"Oh, why are you sleeping here?" I said, "I was so sleepy watching TV, I didn't want to move and just fell asleep." At that moment, he realized he wasn't wearing pants and hurriedly covered his genitals with both hands. Seeing his embarrassed state, I couldn't help but laugh. "I already saw it, why are you covering it?" He thought about it and realized he was right, so he let go. A moment of silence fell over the living room, the only sound the ticking of the clock.

He said, "Um, you should go back to your room and sleep, don't get cold." "I'm going to sleep." He was about to go inside when, I don't know where the courage and strength came from, I grabbed his hand and wouldn't let him go. He stopped and looked at me. I said, "Don't..." "Come on. Keep me company." He didn't move. I sat up, my hand slowly reaching out towards his crotch, stopping just before touching his penis. I looked up at him, and seeing desire in his eyes, I didn't hesitate and grabbed his penis. He trembled. Gradually, his penis began to swell, rising and pointing directly at my face. It turned out his penis wasn't very big; I estimated it to be at most 11cm.

His exterior was so strong, yet his penis wasn't that large.

But at that moment, I didn't think about anything else; all my desire arose. I pulled him down onto the sofa, kneeling before it. I lowered my head and took his penis into my mouth. He seemed to enjoy it. He jumped excitedly twice as soon as he came in. My soft lips, the warmth of my mouth, enveloped his little penis completely. I took his entire penis into my mouth and stroked it up and down, my tongue swirling around the glans. My wet tongue slid across the glans, like a little snake slowly coiling around it. The taste buds on my tongue pressed against his penis. My little hands quickly began to stroke him.

And that wasn't all. Okay, I stroked his nipples with my hand. Occasionally, I lightly ran my fingertips across his firm abs, then quickly began to stroke his penis.

This was a move my boyfriend and I had practiced for years; it was pretty good, and my boyfriend couldn't resist it. I made soft moaning sounds, using them to stimulate him. While I sucked hard on his glans, I vigorously stroked his penis with my hand.

He stood up, and I knelt in front of him. He pressed my head down with both hands and thrust rapidly back and forth. I felt like I couldn't breathe. I tried to push him away, but he just kept holding my head down and breathing heavily. I was about to suffocate when he seemed to realize it and said, "Sorry, it feels so good." Then he wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled my mouth, which was still sucking on his penis, up. He pressed me down onto the sofa and pressed his lips against mine, his tongue breaking through my teeth, and we began a passionate kiss. Then, his lips began to move downwards, slowly kissing my neck. His hands, unable to resist, moved towards my breasts, reaching inside to unhook my bra. I let my breasts be shaped by his hands. After removing my top, he saw my body: delicate skin, a smooth abdomen, and pink nipples.

He was mesmerized. I said, "I saw it when we were playing cards the other day." Saying this, I pressed his head against my nipples. He unconsciously suckled my nipple, his right hand kneading my other breast, while his left hand slowly reached towards my genitals. He pressed his left hand against my vulva, kneading it. I was already aroused, very wet. He parted my labia and inserted his middle finger.

"Mmm..." I moaned softly. Then he slowly inserted two fingers in and out. "Mmm... mmm

... ah... ah... I can't take it anymore~" I grabbed his penis and said, "Come in~" He stopped what he was doing, spread my legs, made me kneel between them, and thrust in deeply. I couldn't help but scream, "Ah..." My fingernails dug into his back, but he covered my mouth with one hand and stopped. Then I remembered my best friend was still asleep. We listened quietly for a while; it should be nothing.

Then he started thrusting wildly, and my moans didn't stop, though I kept suppressing them. I don't know how long it lasted, but I really couldn't take it anymore. The feeling of ecstasy, yet I couldn't scream out loud, afraid my best friend would hear. I really couldn't take it anymore. "Ah~ Ah~ Hmm~ Why haven't you ejaculated yet... Hmm~" "Ah..." He quickened his thrusting pace for a final sprint, asking as he went, "Shoot inside?" I replied, "Mmm..." "Faster! Ah... Ah..." After about 2-3 minutes, the frequency of his thrusts suddenly increased, and I let out a "Ahhh..." sound. Then his penis contracted strongly, and a stream of hot fluid gushed out; I felt spurts of semen shooting inside me. He climbed on top of me, panting heavily. I was exhausted and let his penis remain inside me. That's when I realized what "short and thin" meant. Although my brother... My penis wasn't very long, but it made me feel so incredibly good. After things calmed down, he carried me into the bathroom and washed me. Seeing his attentive actions, and thinking about my jerk boyfriend, I felt both disappointed and sad. After he finished washing me, he carried me back to my room and said, "Go to sleep. I'm going back to my room." I nodded. He leaned down and kissed my breasts, then looked at me... I gently closed the door. Exhausted from the passion, I quickly fell asleep again.

The next day, everyone got up together, busy with their own things, all going to work. My best friend's boyfriend greeted me warmly: "Good morning." I replied: "Good morning." Although we had slept together, he was Xiaomei's boyfriend, and I couldn't interfere. Even if Xiaomei was generous enough to share a man with me, I couldn't. All I wanted was physical satisfaction. After breakfast, everyone rushed off to work.

From that phone call onwards, my boyfriend seemed to think I had to forgive him, and he started calling me hundreds of times a day again. I immediately blocked his number. Once, I ran into him downstairs at Xiaomei's house, and I yelled at him, telling him to get back home. At that moment, I... I thought, what's there to forgive in someone so disgusting? Just looking at them makes me want to vomit. But two weeks later, I received a call from my dear little sister. I'd been tricked. Fine, you guys are ruthless, people have no shame at all, how could we possibly fight back? At the door, I said, "Don't ever contact me again, and your so-called brother. Don't worry about whether I accept it or not, think about whether your parents accept it first." My petite sister then did something that still makes me furious. She said, "Oh, I didn't call you over just for this. You haven't finished packing your things, I've packed everything I saw. Come and collect them when you're ready." I didn't even have time to react! I couldn't react at all! I really wanted to slap her. Ah! I'm sorry to disappoint everyone, I didn't. I rushed down the stairs, feeling like I wanted to die!! For the first time in two weeks, I called that man, just because I couldn't swallow my anger. Women are so strange; in this situation, men and women are equally at fault, but I suddenly turned all my anger on her. I thought about her panties, the way she glared at me, her divisive words, all sorts of things!

So, I became very agitated, completely enraged by her, and did something incredibly shameful. I called him and said, "I forgive you, I'll move back in, tell her to get out!" Actually, I regretted it as soon as I hung up. What was I doing? Was it even worth it? What if he had... Does he feel any remorse towards me? Will he still let his sister come?

When I got to work that afternoon, I was restless. I thought I shouldn't go back, but fate wouldn't give me that chance. The guy called, asking if I could go back tomorrow. He said his sister wouldn't leave today and was emotionally unstable, and he was afraid something might happen. His words about being emotionally unstable and afraid something might happen suddenly made me very sad… I had actually been calm for a long time, but suddenly that night I couldn't calm down. Xiaomei was still rambling on about which roast duck place was good and that she wanted to go buy some! I said, "Go eat it yourself, remember to bring me some…"

Thank you, Xiaomei, for taking me in during that time, not charging me rent, bringing me good food, and listening to my rambling;

thank you to her boyfriend for that one night of tender passion. Thank you. Xiaomei, you're the best, and your boyfriend is great too. I can only thank him silently.

I kept imagining them being intimate, and I couldn't bear it anymore. If I'm not here, they can just be in bed at home, doing whatever they want. I even chose the sheets and blankets myself! How suffocating! No way! Why should they?! At that moment, I hardened my face, ignored Xiaomei's objections, and went! When I got downstairs, I got scared. I felt a chill; how pathetic… It was already quite cool, and I was dressed very lightly. I hesitated downstairs for a long time, but finally, I couldn't stand the cold anymore and went upstairs! Then I realized I didn't have the key. I knocked… There was no response for a long time, but the lights were on inside. Could they be out again? Just when I thought no one was leaving, the door opened, and my boyfriend was blocking the entrance. "Go back first, go back first," I said, shoving him aside and going inside.

My sister immediately came out of the room—yes, she came out of the room! She was wearing those pink cotton pajamas with two flowers on the chest. I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra! My blood rushed to my head; I couldn't control myself!

My sister continued to look at me with those hurt little eyes and said, "Okay, I'll go." I was furious. I said, "If I don't come, then get out! Hurry up!" My sister immediately turned and went back inside, sobbing as she packed her clothes. My boyfriend actually said, "There are no buses back now, let's go tomorrow. We'll stay out tonight." I glanced at him, but before I could say anything, my sister threw down her things, rushed out, shoved us, opened the door, and left

… I noticed my boyfriend was actually trying to rush out—you know, his shoulder twitched but he didn't move. I shoved him out too and slammed the door shut. "Don't you fucking come back!" I hadn't realized this wasn't my house… The man knocked softly on the door a few times, but I didn't open it. There was no response. I looked through the peephole—damn, nobody was there! I lost it! I threw all the stuff my sister had been tidying up out the window! My sister yelled at me from downstairs. I was going crazy. "You guys go away!" I started swearing, throwing things around. My sister yelled back, and the more she yelled, the more I threw… Thinking about it now, it's terrifying. The whole building must have gone crazy! Thankfully, no one called the police. →_ →Speaking of the part about throwing things out, I threw all of my sister's clothes, shoes, and underwear down there. It was dark, so I don't know if she picked them all up. I didn't hear my boyfriend say anything, and after a while, my sister stopped yelling, so I calmed down too. I felt wronged, and my hands were shaking with anger. But I'm not leaving; I'm staying here!

Damn it, I don't know how many times those two have made love in this room. Don't ask me how I know they used it; I checked the trash can. Neither of them are diligent; they never empty it, no matter how high it is. I just rummaged through it and pulled it all out—a huge pile. It was disgusting; it made my stomach churn.

The more I thought about it, the angrier I got. I called my best friend boyfriend and told him to come to my old place. He asked what was wrong, if something had happened. I told him not to ask so many questions and not to tell Xiaomei. He arrived shortly after. As soon as he came in, I closed the door, pushed him onto the bed, and sat on him. He asked again. I told him to shut up. I loosened and pulled his belt, pulling it off along with his underwear. His penis was still soft, but I started stroking it, and it got hard after just a few strokes. He suddenly sat up and said, "Don't rush. I'll do it. Let me do it. I know you're upset. Lie down and let me do it." His gentle voice stirred my heart again. I obediently lay down.

He took off all my clothes and pants, and I lay naked on the bed. He was still kneading my breasts with one hand and touching my lower body with the other, his mouth on my other breast. He used his middle finger to move up and down at the entrance of my vagina, from slow to fast, and the vaginal fluid increased. Then he inserted his middle finger. My vagina was a little tight, very wet and warm. His middle finger slowly teased the inner walls of my vagina, and my vagina responded, opening and closing, and a large amount of vaginal fluid began to flow out. I also began to moan softly. When he felt that was enough, he used both hands to separate my labia, buried his head down, and slid his tongue up and down the cleft of my genitals... He looked up and said: "You smell so good down there." I closed my eyes, feeling the warm sensation coming from my lower body. It felt so good, much better than when my fingers caressed my vulva. His tongue was so soft, and his beard felt even better, ticklish. He knelt between my legs and began to lick, press, blow, wash, tease, touch, and suck with his tongue. I couldn't help but cry out, "Ah...ah..."

Hearing my soft moans, he couldn't resist either. He lowered my long legs, raised his short, well-endowed penis, and placed the base of my thighs on his knees, rubbing the head of his penis against my clitoris. "Oh...yes...oh oh...ah...no...I can't take it...oh..."

This time, I cried out loudly at home. He gently placed the head of his penis at the entrance of my vagina, lightly touching it. "Don't move anymore, it's so itchy, I want it." "I frowned, my face flushed, and I spoke rapidly. He teased my nipple again, which made me writhe and gasp.

I laughed and said, 'What do you want? Ugh, I...I want...' His pinching of my breasts was sometimes light, sometimes heavy, making my breathing even more rapid.

I gradually spread my legs wider and wider, lifting my vulva to reveal my pink flesh. I could feel myself trembling; I was ready for him to enter me. He used..." He grabbed my slender waist, aimed at my entrance, and thrust hard, penetrating deeply. His penis slid in, hard and firm. Although not particularly large, the instant fullness of my vagina filled me with indescribable satisfaction and ecstasy. He lifted my long, shapely legs, thrusting harder and harder, his fingers gripping my breasts, which jiggled like pudding, as he relentlessly pounded into my tender little hole.

The relentless assault made my body tremble uncontrollably, waves of intense pleasure emanating from below. I groaned…

…Mmm… I felt my juices flowing more and more.

“Mmm…mmm…don’t stop…I…oh…uh…I can’t take it anymore…oh…” His thrusts were fierce, each one seemingly penetrating deep into my uterus. With each stroke, his testicles slammed against my hips, my breasts swaying back and forth like a pendulum. My hands gripped the sheets tightly, my eyes were slightly closed, my brows furrowed, and my lips parted slightly, releasing a soul-stirring moan: “Oh…oh…oh…”

…I'm going to die… Oh… Ugh… Spare me…” Hearing my pleading, wanton cries, he went even further with his thrusts. “Mmm… Yes… I… It feels so good…” I was now being fucked to the point of ecstasy. The sounds of my penetration—the squelching, the squelching, the squelching—echoed in the small space, like applause responding to his vigorous thrusting. “Ah… Ahhh… Ah… Ahhh…! Ahhh… Ahhh

… Ahhh…! Ah…!” "

Then he suddenly asked, 'Do you want a condom?' I said I did, it's in the fridge! He took out his penis, got the condom, and put it on. He exclaimed, 'Ah, that feels so good!' So the condom was chilled, no wonder. I couldn't wait and said, 'Quick, I want it!' He went back to work, thrusting in and out wildly. My chest heaved as I gasped for breath. He gradually increased the speed of his thrusts, hitting the deepest point his penis could reach again and again. Soon I couldn't hold back anymore, wrapping my legs around his waist and shouting: 'Oh! Oh! Oh!

... Fuck me!... Oh!... Fuck me!... Fuck me hard! Mmm... Mmm... Mmm... Mmm... Oh...'"

…After hearing this, he thrust his lower body violently, attacking even more fiercely. At this moment, I screamed and stopped all movement, my whole body stiffening instantly. A powerful, shattering orgasm assaulted my brain, my entire body trembling uncontrollably, shaking violently without my awareness. Deep inside me, a ring of muscles tightened around his penis, spasming violently. My vagina rapidly… His penis seemed to contract, gripped tightly, unable to move. Then, his penis throbbed inside my warm vagina with his pulse, and a thick stream of hot semen erupted like a stampede of horses, shooting onto the condom. Yet, I could still feel the force of his ejaculation, as if it had broken free of the condom's restraint.

He lay motionless on top of me, the tranquility after his orgasm... It was so wonderful. He carried me to the bathroom again, and after we finished, I told him to go home early. He repeatedly reminded me, and the pornographic film was gone, leaving me alone in the empty house. "

You can do it with your sister in this room, and I can bring other people to do it too.

" My boyfriend didn't come home that night, and the next day I called him. I said, "You two are shameless, you're really shameless. Please don't drag me into this disgusting situation anymore, stay away from me." Then I sent a message to my sister, saying, "Don't provoke me anymore. You've scolded me enough. If you don't stop, I'll tell your family. We'll see who's shameless then!" I didn't want to say all this; I think the younger generation shouldn't worry about the older generation's affairs, but they really provoked me! Okay, since I've brought this up... I told my parents, "I don't think I need to solve this myself. I've been in this miserable situation for over a month, it's really unbearable. Do whatever you want." I packed up and went back to Xiaomei's place.

Before leaving, I threw away the condoms in the fridge out of spite!

I feel truly pathetic! I'm so unwilling to accept being deceived like this, I'm so pathetic. I called my mom from downstairs and cried. She was so worried about me. I told her I hadn't done well at work and had been criticized. She said if I really didn't want to do it anymore, I could come back home, and she would support me. That made me cry even harder. There's no one better than a mother!

I continued to drift through life, and then I realized my bank card wasn't with me. I thought it might be in the bedside table at my boyfriend's house. I didn't want to run into him... So, I sneaked out of work to get something. Who knew my boyfriend wasn't there, but my sister was. She actually said hostilely, "Why are you here at this hour?" I said I was getting something.

She said, "Why didn't you tell me beforehand?" I said, "What's it to you? Do I need to tell you beforehand if I'm getting my own things?"

I started looking for my bank card. Sure enough, it was in the counter. I picked it up and prepared to leave. Then this ridiculous thing happened: my sister blocked my way and said, "What are you taking?" I said, "Move aside, this is my card." My sister snatched it away and said, "Are you kidding me? This is my brother's!" I was furious! I wanted to jump up and die! I had nothing to say to her! I said, "Ask him yourself!"

She said, "Ask him, it's useless. He's afraid of you, he'll definitely say it's yours." I was really angry. What kind of logic does this woman have?!

I was just about to grab it and leave... but who knew, who knew, despite her petite appearance, this girl is surprisingly strong! She almost pushed me to the ground. I was furious. I hadn't even touched her, and she was already attacking me? I held back and called my boyfriend to let him explain himself. Then, my sister grabbed my phone and threw it on the ground! She smashed my phone, and when I looked at it, my heart bled. This was the first relatively expensive thing I'd bought for myself with my meager salary!! I quickly picked it up and looked at it—damn, the screen was cracked! I tried to turn it on, but the screen was distorted! I had the urge to strangle her! I guess it was just a momentary impulse; she paused for a moment, then said, "Who told you to grab it?" Grab my ass! I took my own things, and that's considered grabbing? I'm going to make that call! Thankfully, the phone still worked! I didn't even bother with my bank card, just cursed a couple of times and left…

I called my boyfriend from downstairs: "Your sister smashed my phone! She won't let me get my card back, am I supposed to get a replacement?"

He said, "Don't worry, I'm coming right up." I said, "I have to rush back to work, you figure it out yourself." And so, the next ridiculous thing happened, all about this phone and this card. That evening, Xiaomei suggested we go eat at Haidilao! This foodie →_→ I felt bad bothering my best friend for so long, so I decided to treat him to dinner, but my wallet was empty. She kept nagging me, and when I looked at the bill, it was over 140 yuan! I quickly called my boyfriend to get my card back, or I'd be starving! I have quite a few cards... but none of them have any money. →_ → I called my boyfriend, and he stammered. I said, "Just give me a straight answer, when are you going to return them?" Finally, he said, "I can't find them... I can't find them... I can't find them..." Do you think I can believe that? I thought, "My sister must have thrown them away? Cut them up? Eaten them?... Anyway, she's not going to return them!" I got angry. I said, "Tell that jerk in your family to return my cards. And my phone! She broke it! Pay me back!" I shouted so loudly that I startled myself... He immediately said, "Are you out of money? I'll transfer some to your other card first." Are you trying to act all high and mighty? I want my own cards back. If you don't return them to me right now, I'll make you regret it! I was really angry. Looking at my messy phone, my heart ached. So, we didn't get to eat Haidilao that day, and I was furious. The next day, my boyfriend called, and I immediately asked, "Where's my SIM card?" He said, "I'll go with you to buy a phone."

I said, "You're such a good brother, always cleaning up after her. We're really family." He didn't argue, just kept saying, "It's inconvenient for you without a phone, I'll go with you to buy one." Suddenly, I felt a wave of disillusionment and didn't want to waste any more words with him. I hung up. This man's attitude throughout the whole thing chilled me. I don't care how badly my sister treats me, but seeing that troubled and hesitant look makes me feel cold. I don't understand, I just don't understand!

I ran into him downstairs when I got off work that afternoon. I immediately wanted to turn back and go back upstairs, but he quickly followed. "Hey, give me a box. It's a new phone." I was so flustered, I didn't know what to do... I'm not greedy!

I was a little angry. You're really going to pay for her things? I grabbed the bag and left. He tried to stop me, but I said, "Should we argue in the street for others to see?" He let go, and I went home. When I got back, I saw there was still a thousand yuan in the box!

I was stunned. What did this mean? Damn it! I immediately called to confront him... It was noisy on the other end, I could hear the TV, and a young woman on the other end was asking, "Who is it?" My blood boiled! She was right there! I said, "You really are something else? Paying for things here and there, you're doing pretty well, huh?" I blacklisted this person again, it was truly disgusting. Who knew that less than an hour later, my sister called and immediately said, "Are you kidding me?

You took her phone, you took her money? I thought you were the Virgin Mary, but you're nothing but a piece of trash!" I was shocked!

Did she even understand? I didn't even know how to retort; I was completely dumbfounded.

My mind went blank! I snapped out of it and tried to find all sorts of words to curse her, but then I started stuttering. I felt so wronged! I wanted to go to my boyfriend's house and throw money in her face! I wanted to shove that crappy phone into her mouth! Of course, I was just fantasizing about what I would do; all I did was call her mother.

Of course, I couldn't bring myself to say something like, "Your son and daughter are sleeping together." I just said tactfully, "Auntie, our place is small, it's not very convenient for Tingting to stay with us." After hanging up, I was still very uneasy, wondering if I had done the right thing. I still felt I shouldn't have involved the parents. Just when I was feeling down about this, my sister made me completely stop regretting it! She used... She greeted me with all sorts of vulgarities; I couldn't believe a girl could say such things. It would be child's play if I were to run into someone or something, and she even insulted my unborn son! I held my phone, speechless. At that moment, I felt it was time to completely sever ties with this family.

I only said, "Are you home?" My sister was taken aback and didn't say anything. I said yes. "Wait for me at home." I'm coming right now. I took a taxi straight to my boyfriend's house. They were all there. My sister was glaring at me hostilely. I said, "What are you looking at? I'll give you back your phone and money," and threw the phone and money at my boyfriend. He didn't even flinch, just sat there on the sofa, stunned. I was about to leave. But when I got to the door, I suddenly felt I couldn't just leave like this; I had to leave something behind. I made a bold decision and said to my sister, "Tingting, you..." "Excuse me, I have a few words to say to your brother." She was naturally unhappy and shouted, "Just say what you have to say right now, what's there to hide?" This was within my expectations, and I laughed, "Okay, then don't interfere." My sister said, "As long as you don't hit my brother, you can do whatever you want!"

I didn't reply, and walked directly in front of my boyfriend. He suddenly tensed up, and my sister also clenched her hands tightly.

I laughed, "Don't be nervous," I won't hit you, I just want to make you feel good one last time. After saying that, I went to unbuckle my boyfriend's belt. He didn't resist much, but my sister moved closer. I said, "I won't hit him, so don't interfere." In no time, my boyfriend's pants were pulled down, and I immediately took them into my mouth. My sister was startled, seemed to want to say something, but hesitated.

After only a few licks, my boyfriend's penis was erect. I held the base of his penis with one hand... While my tongue was licking, sucking, holding, circling, and blowing, I gently licked the glans. "Ah..." The intense stimulation caused my boyfriend's muscles to involuntarily contract. My little tongue was still licking back and forth on the glans. My boyfriend couldn't believe it was real; his girlfriend was giving him oral sex in front of his sister, sucking his penis. His penis was swollen to its limit, big and hard. After licking his penis several times, I opened my mouth and sucked his scrotum into my mouth. Like a child sucking on candy, I rolled his testicles inside, then licked upwards along his penis, finally swallowing the glans. The intense pleasure made my boyfriend's body tremble uncontrollably. At this moment, I also used my mouth to thrust deeply into his penis, swallowing it entirely each time, the glans reaching my throat.

Then I spat out his penis, looked at my boyfriend who was motionless, still lost in ecstasy, and suddenly stopped. Stop. I looked down and saw I was looking at him. How could he possibly hold back? He pressed my head down onto his penis, using one hand to move my head up and down. That's the effect I wanted, this is how I wanted my boyfriend to be so proactive, this is how I wanted my sister to see.

To let him know, "Your brother, I can make him happy just because I want him to? I can make him slutty, he's just leftovers I've played with." "If you can't hold back, just ejaculate." "I looked up at my boyfriend, who was tense all over, and said dismissively. I knew that the stimulation of having his sister visit him would make it easier for him to reach orgasm.

My boyfriend gripped the sofa armrests tightly with both hands, and his penis throbbed slightly in my mouth. I knew from experience that this was a sign of male ejaculation. As I spoke, I swallowed his already purplish-red glans deep into my throat and rhythmically swallowed and spit it out with my tongue." Ah... Oh ah... Oh...! "My boyfriend couldn't hold back any longer and started moaning. Then his whole body convulsed, and the intense stimulation caused him to ejaculate a large amount of semen deep into my throat." "

Mmm..." I groaned. As my boyfriend's large amount of semen shot into my mouth, I tightly closed my lips to prevent it from spilling out. I swallowed it all in one gulp, then licked the semen off his penis clean. Then I stood up, looked at my sister, and laughed: "You see, I can still make him feel good. Men are all so cheap."

After saying that, I walked away without looking back.

People are so pathetic. I deleted him from my phone's contact list, including all the old text messages and stuff. I didn't want to see him, I didn't want him on my phone. I'm using Xiaomei's phone now; I didn't get the broken one fixed, and seeing it annoyed me, so I just put it away. The last time I contacted my boyfriend was to pick up some things. I didn't want to run into my sister alone again; I couldn't bear the shock… I told him, "When I get there, please take her away. I'll let you know when I'm done." Finally, my boyfriend said quietly, "You shouldn't have called my house. I really didn't expect that, even though I'm a guy, it made her uncomfortable." Damn it! My calm heart shattered instantly!! I hung up the phone, lay on the bed, and shamelessly started crying. In all this time, apart from that one emotional phone call with my mother, I haven't cried like this. I feel incredibly wronged. I keep hoping, or rather fantasizing, that this isn't real, that it will pass quickly. I haven't even thought much about what it would be like to cut ties with everything. I'm a timid person. I've adapted to this kind of life. Over the years, he's been everywhere in my life. He even accompanies me when I buy toothpaste and sanitary napkins. I used to dislike strong-flavored foods, but now I love them. Even my skin tone is almost similar to his… I really can't imagine what it would be like to lose him. That feeling of having something ripped out of my heart is so painful.

I can't bear it. The ensuing anger was incomprehensible. This so-called "sister" wasn't really a sister at all. We'd only known each other for a little over a year, and she was so immature. How could she let him ruin our relationship like this? I cried and cried. From that day on, I didn't want to work anymore; everything was going wrong. After my boyfriend said those words, I was heartbroken. I lost all my will to endure it. Maybe I'm not as good as a "sister" in any way, but there's one thing: I can be with my boyfriend openly and honestly, while they can't! Everyone will criticize me, saying, "He's so despicable, and you still want to be with him?" I can only say that I'm still not reconciled. Who can be? I'm angry, I can't help but be angry. I've always been low-key and disliked arguing, but that doesn't mean I don't have a temper! You want my boyfriend, yet you throw my things, push me, and yell at me. I understand it's one thing if we're family, but I think true betrayal is a different matter entirely. And you, her boyfriend, actually feel sorry for her?

You say I went too far by making that call? You say she's having a hard time, but what kind of life have I been living? In all these days, have you ever regretted it? Or do you not care about me anymore? How can I accept this? My sister texted me yesterday. I think this girl has some psychological issues, maybe she's lacking love? I think she doesn't actually like her brother as much as she thinks, she's just excited because someone is competing with her. And another thing: I always save my QQ password automatically because I'm lazy and don't want the hassle! So my QQ password is also on my boyfriend's computer, even though I don't usually log into QQ. One day, after logging in, I found a message from a male classmate from university whom I hadn't contacted in a long time. He had previously expressed his feelings for me, but of course, I had a boyfriend at the time and rejected him. This guy's sudden reappearance was baffling. I tentatively inquired about the situation, and then I was shocked! Someone had logged into my QQ account! They found this guy! Their goal was to get information out of him and find evidence of my infidelity! They asked him all sorts of strange questions, like where I went on vacation, which made him suspicious and he stopped chatting with me. I wondered, how did she know?! I investigated everything, and finally discovered that this guy had left a message on my message board. I guess I'd been thoroughly investigated! I was terrified! My Fetion and QQ passwords were all stored on that computer! My chat history had never been deleted! Had I been completely exposed? What does it feel like to be completely exposed? Especially since I'm convinced this person is my sister!

I quickly changed my password, my mind racing with anxiety. I initially considered confronting my boyfriend, but then I thought better of it. No, I didn't want my sister to tell her I was tattling on her. I directly told her to stop logging into my account; I have no respect for people with no manners. My sister replied: "Don't you have a ghost and aren't afraid of being seen?" Before I could even process what she'd said, another message came: "You know what you've done. I haven't even told him yet." I was stunned… I thought, what did I do? What heinous thing did I do?! I asked: "What do you mean?" My sister replied: "Who is 'w'?"

I suddenly understood. Good grief, she'd really figured everything out! Even my high school classmates had been doxxed!

Speaking of W, I'm lost in deep memories...

This W was the son of my mother's colleague. He went to school in the same city as me, and he was my first love and my first man. At that time, I didn't know my boyfriend yet. It was normal for me to be in a relationship, and it was normal for me to sleep with him. We fell in love in junior high school and went to the same high school together. He was very good to me; at least at that age, he could satisfy my needs for love and everything else. My first time was thanks to him, and it happened in my own home. At that time, I had entered puberty and was developing quite quickly. My secondary sexual characteristics were very obvious. I had a curvaceous and beautiful figure, and my breasts were already a B cup. My pubic hair was also very thick. We both knew a little about that kind of thing and were full of curiosity. Finally... it was summer vacation, the weather was hot, and my parents weren't home that day.

I was sleeping on the bamboo mat, wearing a t-shirt and suit shorts. W came to find me, and I opened the door for him. I had a cold and a headache, so I said I was too tired and went back to sleep. I fell asleep, and I have no idea what he did while I was asleep, or how much he struggled inside. Anyway, W noticed me lying on the mat. I was sound asleep and didn't know he had quietly taken off my shorts. I woke up when I felt an itchy sensation down there. I opened my eyes and saw him supporting himself on the mat with both hands, his penis poking around down there. He was startled when he realized I was awake. At that moment, tears involuntarily streamed down my face. Seeing this, he rushed to me and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I just couldn't help it, tears kept streaming down my face." His apology and reassurance gradually calmed me down. Seeing his penis drooping dejectedly between his legs, I asked him, "Do you really want it?" He was startled, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded. I asked, "Will you love me forever?" He solemnly promised, "Of course, I'll love you forever."

Thinking about it now, men can lie so easily; they're really despicable.

I said, "Then come on." Upon hearing this, W's face lit up with joy. His penis immediately began to grow wildly, as if injected with growth hormone! W's penis was the largest I had ever seen, a full 17cm long and extremely thick.

I was terrified when I saw it and asked him, "It's so big, and my penis is so small." W said, "It's okay, the books say that no matter how big it is, your penis can accommodate it." Then he tried to penetrate me. It was his first time too. I said, "Touch me first." He didn't know how, and just touched me randomly down there, but sometimes he could stimulate my sensitive areas. Since it was my first time being touched there by a man, I was very sensitive, and soon I was very wet. W then went straight for it.

He only went in a little bit, and I said it hurt. W felt sorry for me and didn't go in any further, so he pulled out a little. He went in again, and it hurt again. This went on for several times, but there was still no progress. W was sweating profusely. I knew we had reached the hymen. Finally, he made up his mind and said, "Go ahead and thrust in, all at once."

After hearing this, W aimed at my vagina and thrust in directly. The excruciating pain shot through my lower body, and I screamed. Hearing my scream, W didn't stop; instead, as if stimulated, he continued thrusting in and out. My lower body was swollen to the brim, and the pain intensified. I cried out, "Stop...stop..." But W seemed not to hear, and suddenly accelerated a few more thrusts, ejaculating his virgin semen deep inside me. He collapsed onto me, and I immediately pushed him away. His penis was covered in my virgin blood...

My first time was over. There was no pleasure, only pain. W apologized to me afterwards. I was really naive back then, and I forgave him because of his sweet words. We did it quite a few times afterward, but maybe because we didn't know the proper techniques, I never felt much pleasure. I didn't feel anything even after he ejaculated. Thinking about it now, W was a jerk, only thinking about his own enjoyment. Later, we went to university, and after only a few months apart, he broke up with me. W was really a big jerk.

Although my sister didn't know the details, she seized on this and started making a fuss! My sister is quite petite, probably the type most men like to protect. She's about 160cm tall, a little chubby, and has pretty phoenix eyes, but otherwise just average. I finally decided to go home. During this time, I was losing hair like crazy, which scared me. Would I go bald? I don't know what happened over there, but suddenly things quieted down. I guess her mom had her under control. Her boyfriend kept apologizing and even mailed me a bracelet or something. I looked at it, and damn, it's rose quartz! It's supposed to attract love! I gave it to my mom, and she was happy. She thought I was a filial and good daughter. I'm so calm now. I even want to hurry up and go on a blind date with a handsome and rich guy to make him jealous. I suddenly want to go back to the provincial capital, but I'm unemployed and can't support myself. I updated my status, wishing my boyfriend and his darling sister a long and happy life together, with many children. I'm going to send them two huge baskets of radishes at their wedding.

Now my boyfriend is still texting me every day, acting all high and mighty. If I'm happy, I'll reply with a congratulatory message; if I'm not, I'll just forward it to his sister; if I'm still not happy, I'll just ignore it. Lately, whenever I have free time, I'm afraid I'll act like a fool, so I started fantasizing about his sister and boyfriend being together, getting all excited. Then I solidified my belief: to avoid disgusting myself, I will absolutely not forgive! My resentment erupts several times a day, each time making me angry. I feel like I'm going crazy. My boyfriend is still bothering me every day, even bothering Xiaomei, saying he wants to come see me. I sneer, "Where have you been all this time?" I wanted to tell my mom the truth, but I couldn't bring myself to say it.

Yesterday, my boyfriend's best friend left me a message on my school's online forum, asking me to forgive my boyfriend. I chatted with him for a while, and I was shocked to find out that my boyfriend told him I had misunderstood him, that he hadn't touched my sister… I was speechless. I didn't want to explain anymore; it was too embarrassing! His best friend finally said, "Nobody would believe this!" I said, "I don't believe it either. Don't ask him anymore; we can't be together." He said, "Sigh,

I subtly asked my sister about her love life during the first two days after she arrived. I'm a gossipy woman, you know." My sister said that some girls in her dorm were living with their boyfriends, claiming they lived alone, which was looked down upon; they had countless men with them. My sister said, "What if your husband finds out you're living together before marriage?" I quickly stopped myself. I was living with my sister before marriage! -_- My sister even said she'd never been in a relationship

before because she felt men weren't sincere. I felt so ashamed at the time. She was such a pure girl, and I... this... Later I found out they were all bastards! I really couldn't go on with him anymore. I went back to stay for two days, and even a slight touch from his arm made me uncomfortable. The thought of my sister and him in bed together made me feel nauseous! There were so many things I hadn't brought back. After all, I'd stayed for so long, so many things!

And I'm not a wasteful person. I can't disgust them by just throwing everything away, right? I'm still in contact with his family. After all, it hasn't been long since the incident, and his family hasn't known about it for long either. I can't do that, especially since his mother didn't do anything wrong. My heart is really aching. I want to cry every day, especially before going to sleep at night. I can't control my thoughts at all. One minute I feel angry, the next I feel sad. Three or four years of relationship, the only time I've ever seriously given my love. I can't just stop feeling anything because they don't care.

I once thought that as long as he admitted his mistake, I would let it go and forgive him. But he disappointed me. I'm no longer willing to go back because his attitude changed too late. I had already exhausted my patience and courage during those days, not because I stopped loving him. Go ahead and despise me, scold me. Yes, even though he did that, I feel more heartbroken than angry. I can't forgive him because I can't get over it myself, not because I've let go.

My sister told me one day that she knew it wouldn't work out, but she just didn't want to give up on me. Maybe one day she'll understand and regret it. By then, I stopped replying to her texts. I told myself, she's just a little girl who craves love. If I suddenly had a brother who loved me, I would like him too. It's just that she's immature and has slept with her brother.

My boyfriend sent me three text messages one day, but didn't call. He said he would wait for me to forgive him. I asked him why he got involved with my sister, and whether he had thought about the consequences. I asked for details, like who made the first move, and even asked him to describe the details in bed. My boyfriend hesitated for a moment, and I scolded him: "Damn it, your mother gave you a blowjob in front of her, what are you being shy about? Aren't you enjoying it?" My boyfriend stammered and said: He said that they weren't very close that year. They were bored during summer vacation, so they decided to go to that ancient town. They booked a room only because they didn't have much money. After taking a shower, the girl slept on the bed, and the boyfriend slept on the floor. The floor was quite cool, and soon the boyfriend said he sneezed. The girl heard him and asked him to get on the bed. At first, the boyfriend was unwilling, but the girl also slept on the floor. He had no choice but to go back to bed. At first, nothing happened. As they chatted, the topic of sex came up. The girl was very curious, and at that time she actually had feelings for the boyfriend, so she didn't have any reservations. My boyfriend said he got a little excited while chatting, and his penis was already erect. Just then, my sister's hand moved and touched his penis, causing him to shudder as if electrocuted. My sister was also startled and blushed. They both fell silent. A short while later, my sister finally extended her sacred hand, grasped my boyfriend's penis, and said, "Brother, let me understand men." My boyfriend was now aroused. He took her hand and began stroking his penis…

and then, everything happened…

and that's when my tragedy began.

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