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My parents live together, in the same city, but it's a few hours' drive away. They're getting older, and after discussing it with the family, we decided to hire a nanny—a way of shirking responsibility. But nannies are hard to find; the ones in city agencies are all as cunning as foxes. We all agreed to look in remote, impoverished areas.
After asking several friends, I finally found her. When I went to pick her up at the train station, I practically had to hold my nose. She was filthy; the twenty-odd hours on the train had left her with a pungent stench of sweat and odor. She was thin and sallow, and although she was said to be seventeen, she looked like she wasn't even fifteen yet. Only her eyes seemed bright; she looked at me timidly, and at this unfamiliar metropolis.
I practically held my nose as I led her to my parents' house, gently explaining to her how to use water, electricity, and the toilet... As soon as my mother returned, I fled as fast as I could. At that time, I couldn't believe that I would meet her again in about a year.
For several months, I made excuses about being busy and didn't visit my parents. I would just call them from time to time and ask about the nanny. My mother would always complain that girls nowadays are lazy and rural children don't know how to behave. However, I explained to her that it's not easy to find a nanny these days. But there's one thing my mother affirmed about her: she has a pretty good temper.
There was really no excuse not to visit my parents that day, so I traveled across the entire city to see them.
I rang the doorbell. My parents weren't home. Since they got a caregiver, their retirement has become much more relaxed. They often go out in the morning and don't see each other all day. I don't know what they're busy with.
I sighed and opened the door myself.
Walking into the house, I found the nanny busy in the kitchen, humming a song, "Superstar." It seems that the city can really change a person.
She turned around as if startled by me. When she saw it was me, she was a little surprised and a little shy, and called out: "Big Brother."
But what surprised me even more was that the dirty little girl from a few months ago seemed to have vanished. She's been staying home all the time, her skin is noticeably fairer, probably due to better nutrition, and her complexion is much rosier. Wearing the t-shirts and jeans my wife gave her, while she's not exactly voluptuous, she looks quite petite and delicate. Now, when she goes out, she can easily outshine many women who are heavily made up with makeup. It's true what they say, a girl changes a lot as she grows up!
Seeing me standing there in a daze, she immediately brought me a glass of water, her face turning even redder, and said, "Big brother, your uncle and aunt went out for breakfast this morning and haven't come back yet. They'll be back for lunch later."
After saying that, he hurriedly ran to the kitchen and worked even harder.
I walked behind her, watching her hair sway back and forth, and my heart fluttered. The fleshy feel of her arms made me want to hug her, and what was even more strange was that I could smell a faint, meaty scent—a pure, natural fragrance that was almost irresistible. I thought to myself, "It must feel amazing to be with her." So, I patted her shoulder.
She turned around, looked at me nervously, and seemed unsure what to do with her hands.
I smiled, took out a hundred-yuan bill, and said, "Little sister, you've worked hard. Take this money and don't tell Auntie."
"No, I don't want it. My aunt pays me my wages on time every month," she refused.
However, this rejection was more due to panic.
I put the money in her hand and said, "My mom has a bad temper, and you must suffer a lot of grievances. This money is from your older brother to buy you some clothes. Take it."
I could tell she was a little touched; she held the crumpled bill without moving. I casually touched her chest and said, "This dress looks quite nice on you."
She seemed oblivious and said, "My sister-in-law gave it to me." I thought to myself, "Hmm, it feels nice." I was quite pleased with her reaction because she didn't seem to have any sense of self-preservation.
That day, after having dinner with my parents, I said goodbye. When the nanny saw me off, she was noticeably more friendly.
After that, I would visit my parents' house every two to three weeks, and my mother would always praise me for being so sensible. I would always bring the nanny small gifts, usually a hundred or a few dozen yuan—not too much, otherwise she would become suspicious; that was my strategy. She became less and less wary of me. My judgment was accurate; she wasn't afraid of men, but rather of strangers. Now that we were no longer strangers, under my guidance, she started telling me stories about the countryside and her family. I always showed great patience: listening is the most powerful tool for picking up women, and this is very important.
I would also find opportunities to touch her body, like reading her palm, which was old-fashioned but novel to her. I would also often intentionally or unintentionally touch her thighs or her breasts, and naturally, she had no reservations. Later, I jokingly asked her to give me a back massage, saying I was tired from work, and she sat on my back to massage my neck, arms, shoulders, and so on. Later still, I would say, "You've been massaging me so hard, I'll massage you too," and she would agree. I would then massage her haphazardly, making her giggle, but of course, I wouldn't touch her sensitive areas.
I was very patient, and after about half a year, she had come to regard me as a close older brother, sharing everything with me, and paying no attention to any intimate gestures. Of course, during this time, I only went there on my days off, going in the morning and returning after dinner at most.
My parents' workplace organizes a trip every year, usually in the spring. This year's spring trip has started again, and it will be a ten-day trip. Of course, the house is left in the care of the nanny. I made an excuse to visit more often and discussed it with my wife. We agreed to go and stay for a couple of days every few days. However, my wife has to work the night shift, so she naturally won't be able to accompany me.
I knew the time to close the net had come.
That day, after dinner, she finished her chores, watched the main TV series, and took a shower. Unfortunately, I couldn't peek at her. At this point, I started to look very tired, and naturally she said, "Brother, how about I give you a massage?"
I said, "Okay, but tonight it might take longer because I'm quite tired."
She laughed and said, "It's okay, you'll pay me back anyway."
By this time, I was burning with lust. What could be more alluring than a young girl fresh from her bath? She was wearing a short-sleeved nightgown and shorts, her fair thighs gleaming under the light. The way her breasts swayed as she walked quickly told me that she wasn't wearing a bra.
In late spring, it was already getting a little warm.
I took off my shirt and lay face down on the bed, feeling the friction of her youthful flesh through the thin fabric. Her breathing, accompanied by each forceful thrust, stirred waves in my ear. I groaned, and she immediately asked, "Big brother, am I heavier?"
"No," I said, "I've turned over, so I'll probably have to massage the front today." She obediently stood up and let me turn over. A little confused, she asked, "Won't your stomach hurt if I sit on you?" I said, "It's okay, just sit down a little." I casually pushed my already hard penis inside my pants, and she sat on top of me. She leaned forward slightly to massage my shoulders, and I looked more closely at her face. Her eyes were innocent and bright, her nose was small, and her lips weren't sexy, but her teeth were very white when she smiled. Her collar was swaying in front of me, and I leaned forward slightly to see her breasts moving inside. To my surprise, her breasts were so big. It seemed she had deliberately covered them with smaller bra cups during the day.
"Are you done?" she asked, panting. "Wait, sit down a little. I'm not feeling well here today." I pushed her back a bit and guided her hand into my pants. Her face flushed red, and she tried to pull her hand away, but I held it. I said softly, "Little sister, don't be afraid. I'm just massaging you. I might have pulled a muscle." I guided her hand to stroke my large penis. She was silent for a while, as if she felt she should break the awkward atmosphere, and said, "Brother, this is too hard." I smiled and said, "Okay, I feel much better now. You're tired too. I'll massage you too." "She cheered, 'Haha, it's my turn to enjoy!' and eagerly lay down. While she couldn't see, I quickly pulled down my pants, sat on her lap, and pressed my penis against her through her shorts. I felt her seem to shift slightly, but because I was sitting on her, she couldn't move. I then quickly started 'massaging' her as usual. I deliberately leaned forward when massaging her shoulders, naturally pushing my penis forward as well. After massaging for a while, I heard her make comfortable sounds and asked her, 'How is it, comfortable?'"
"It feels good, it's a strange feeling," she said. I lifted her clothes, put my hands inside and pressed, then reached forward inside her clothes and said, "Press your neck." I naturally half-lay on her, randomly pressing her neck with my hands while starting to lick her spine from top to bottom with my tongue. "Ah~~~" she seemed unable to bear the stimulation and shouted, "Ah~~ it's so numb, but~~ mmm~~ it feels good." I licked and said, "This method is specifically for pressing the spine, it feels good, right?" Then I said, "You have to press the whole spine, you have to pull your pants down, stick your butt out a bit." "She obediently lifted her buttocks, and without hesitation, I pulled down her shorts and underwear together. She exclaimed in surprise: 'Oops, big brother, you used too much force, you pulled down my big brother inside too.'"
Before she could finish speaking, I inserted my penis into her private parts. Wow, it felt so wet! I immediately added, "It feels really good when you press it all together."
She hummed in agreement, her long-standing trust in me and her curiosity about the new sensations making her continue to enjoy my "massage".
I lay on her back, slowly reaching my hands up her upper body, sliding down to her breasts, and gently pinching her nipples. She started to moan, "Ah~~mmm~~~Big brother~~a little harder~~I feel a little uncomfortable~~ah." I followed her words, saying, "You have to turn over too, it won't hurt if you press on the front." She obediently turned over, and I kicked off her shorts, which I had already pulled down to her calves.
She saw my penis and exclaimed, "Is that the one pressing it? Boys' penises are usually small and soft when they pee, how come yours is so thick?"
I didn't have time to talk to her. I quickly pulled her shirt over her head and said, "It needs to massage you too for it to feel really comfortable."
Before I could even lie on top of her, she suddenly asked, "Is this sex?"
I was taken aback. I had planned everything, but I never expected her to ask such a question at this moment. I thought all my efforts would be in vain. You see, if she had gotten up and asked me to rape her, I would never have done it—women can be seduced, but never forced, otherwise it would be no fun at all.
Her next words surprised me even more. She said, "It seems that all those people who told me that sex was very bad were lying to me. So, massaging each other naked is sex? It feels great."
I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "So, do you like it when your older brother makes love to you?"
She said, "I like it."
"Then you have to listen to me. I'll get you into the most comfortable position," I said, pulling her to the edge of the bed and letting her legs dangle. I stood up, looked at her, and then took a pillow and placed it under her bottom. I gestured again, and yes, it fit perfectly.
I gently parted her legs, touching her firm, soft skin, and I already felt an irresistible urge. I reached for her vulva and found it was wet too. At that moment, I knew I had to be quick. All the foreplay could be skipped; I had to get it over with before she realized what was happening, and then I could slowly enjoy this youthful skin later.
I stood between her legs, slowly bending them up until her vulva was fully exposed. The sparse, soft pubic hair suggested she was only recently an adult (she probably only fully developed this year). Her pink vagina was closed in a thin line, with her clitoris faintly visible above it; I was almost certain she was a virgin. I parted the slit with my left hand and gently rubbed my penis inside with my right. After trying for a while, I still couldn't find it, so I used my left hand to gently pull apart her labia. She let out a soft "Ah!" and I quickly asked, "Little sister, what's wrong?"
"It seems to hurt a little," she said, then added, "It's a bit sore to hold it like this."
"Yeah, that's exactly what I wanted—a bit sore and painful. You can hold your legs with your hands, and it'll be over soon," I said dismissively.
I thought for a moment, then used my penis to push down along the slit from her clitoris, applying a little force. I felt a little emptiness in front of me, and I knew, this is it.
My experience tells me that the key to deflowering a virgin is to be quick. You absolutely cannot be hesitant and tender, otherwise once she feels the pain, you will never be able to try again.
I used a little force to keep my penis pressed against the entrance of her vagina, held her waist with both hands, silently counted "one, two, three," and then quickly thrust my lower body forward with all my might.
"Ahhh, it hurts!" she cried out, instinctively backing away and pushing me away with her hands, her legs quickly clamping together. But by then I was already inside, fully inserted at most, though I hadn't expected her to be so strong, she actually pushed me back a little. I used my hands to clamp her legs together, preventing her from backing away any further, and forcefully pushed my entire penis inside.
After a brief respite, I felt her whole body trembling, goosebumps rising on her smooth skin—it was truly a strange experience. Amidst her trembling, I resolutely parted her legs and, holding her waist again, began thrusting. Of course, this time, my voice was extremely gentle: "Little sister, don't be afraid, it won't hurt in a moment." But the thrusting below didn't slow down at all.
Just passing by... Giving it a push...
Fifth floor, hurry up and kick it out! All ten floors, get out here too!
Let's all push this to the top!
Push! It's to encourage you to share more.
OP is so handsome! I love you to death!
Just passing by... Giving it a push...
Just passing by... Giving it a push...
Thank you for sharing, otherwise I wouldn't be able to appreciate it.

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