One-night stand with my sister

One typhoon night, my sister hurriedly shook me awake. I was sound asleep and impatiently asked her what she wanted. It turned out she had been awakened by the sound of the wind and rain outside. My sister has always been timid; whenever there's thunder or a strong storm, she runs to sleep with our parents. Although she's gotten better as she's grown up, today the wind and rain seemed even stronger than usual. I even heard the sound of a signboard being blown down, no wonder she was so frightened. Our parents had just gone back to their hometown that day, so she had to come to me.
She kept begging me to come to her room and sleep with her. I was very sleepy and naturally didn't want to. Seeing that she couldn't persuade me otherwise, she squeezed onto my small single bed. My small single bed, which is only 3 feet wide, obviously couldn't fit two people. I didn't even have room to turn over. It seemed I couldn't persuade her otherwise. She half-pushed, half-pulled me to her room, and once I got on her double bed, I fell asleep immediately.
After being disturbed by her, I was wide awake, and I could sense that my sister, who was sleeping next to me, was also unable to fall asleep. To be honest, my sister is truly a beauty. Not only did our parents give her a pretty face, but she's also 163cm tall, slender, with fair skin and long, straight, black hair. She's had a constant stream of suitors since junior high. When I was in high school, my best friends would come to my house all the time, but their purpose wasn't even to catch a glimpse of her. But my sister, who prefers mature men, naturally looked down on my group of immature friends.
My sister knew I couldn't sleep, so she started chatting with me, and she began talking about my relationship with my girlfriend. I've been with my current girlfriend since my freshman year of college, but isn't the main purpose of dating for guys this age sex? I inherited my good looks from my family, so when I first entered college, quite a few girls approached me. I picked the prettiest one and got along well with her, and soon we both lost our virginity. She asked me if I loved her, and to be honest, I really couldn't say.
My sister's boyfriend is quite a bit older than her; he's already graduated from graduate school and joined the army, so they naturally see each other less and less now. My girlfriend's sex drive isn't high at her age, so I can't be with her all the time, and I still maintain the habit of watching porn and masturbating. My sister and I grew up together; we're not particularly close, but we're not completely strangers either. She's lying next to me now, her body doesn't intentionally touch me, and her hair often unconsciously slips onto me. For some reason, I feel sexually aroused by this woman's body, which is so close to me.
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Of course, I have to suppress it, but as the sound of the wind and rain grows louder, she gets closer and closer to me. She's wearing a cotton onesie, the hem of which only reaches above her knees, and she's not wearing a bra. I can occasionally touch her breasts through her clothes. It's the height of summer, and I'm only wearing a tank top and shorts, so our skin is often in large areas of contact. I'm already erect, so I keep my back to her, afraid she'll notice, but I really want to roll over and pin her down on the bed.
Seeing that I didn't want to talk to her, she stopped speaking to me and turned her back to me. At that moment, I felt a sense of relief, but I couldn't suppress my lust even more. I turned to lie down, but accidentally bumped into her. She turned around, saw my erection, and we made eye contact. I couldn't hold back any longer and
pounced on her. I pushed her down on the bed, trying to kiss her, but she resisted. I suddenly realized she was my older sister and stopped. We looked at each other. I wanted to apologize, but before I could speak, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. At that moment, my reason was completely overwhelmed by lust. I kissed her passionately, pulled off her clothes, grabbed her breasts and sucked on them vigorously. She also helped me undress, and soon we were both naked. I continued to kiss her passionately, sucking on her breasts and kissing her flat stomach. My sister's figure is absolutely stunning. Her skin is smooth and supple, without an ounce of excess fat. My girlfriend simply can't compare.
I started caressing her genitals, and she quickly became aroused, her body writhing. She also actively stroked my penis and sucked on my nipples. My already hard penis grew even larger under her stimulation. Afraid of premature ejaculation, I quickly moved to her lower position, spread her legs, and began to savor her genitals. She began to moan incessantly, her hands playing with my hair, her legs involuntarily spreading wider and wider. After a few
moments of stimulation with my tongue, she urged me to enter, seemingly close to climaxing. I ruthlessly thrust my penis into her vagina and began to pump, holding her waist and swaying freely. My sister's vagina was tighter than I had imagined; perhaps it was because her boyfriend was in the military, and they weren't as frequent as before. I dared not look directly at her face; after all, she was my own sister. Her eyes kept darting around, but occasionally our eyes would meet. I had to admit that this incestuous sex brought unparalleled pleasure. My pace quickened, and she gripped my arms tightly, her moans growing louder. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, demanding a kiss. I complied, our tongues entwining, and I pinched her breasts, occasionally sucking on her nipples.
I pressed my entire body against her, thrusting relentlessly. Her legs clamped tightly around me, as if she wanted to devour me, yet she continued to suppress her moans. Suddenly, I felt myself coming, much faster than I expected. I tried to stop, but my semen surged uncontrollably. I desperately tried to pull out, but it was too late; all my semen was ejaculated inside my sister. We stared at each other in silence for a while, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word. Finally, I chose to lie on top of her, deciding to stop thinking about it and fully enjoy the intimacy between my body and my sister's.
I turned away from her and lay down alone beside her. We each took some toilet paper to clean ourselves. The sound of the wind and rain outside continued. After a while, my sister hugged me tightly again, her breasts pressed against my chest, and
she reached out to play with my nipples. I reached out and played with her hair, something I often did when I was a child, but I never imagined that at this moment, I would have an incestuous relationship with her. She began to stroke my penis. As a teenager, my penis quickly became erect. My sister's slender hands continued to stroke my testicles and erect penis, which quickly made my penis erect and pressed against my abdomen. My sister knelt up and began to suck my penis. Her oral sex skills were far superior to my girlfriend's. When I make love with my girlfriend, after the first round, if I ask her to help me finish orally, she always complains about the semen residue and taste on my penis and refuses. I never expected my sister to offer to help me.
She used both her mouth and hands, constantly sucking my penis and occasionally playing with my testicles. I started to moan uncontrollably, which made her smile with a sense of accomplishment, but she didn't stop what she was doing. My attitude towards her became more and more natural. I reached out and took her hand, not only playing with her fingers but also subtly urging her to come on top. Sure enough, it wasn't long before she came on top. She skillfully inserted my penis and began to move naturally, her face always filled with a joyful smile, and she pulled my hand to grab her breasts.
Her speed increased, and I intertwined our fingers, giving her a foothold to increase her speed. My sister on top was so alluring that I couldn't resist kissing her. I sat up and embraced her, beginning to taste her tender lips. She actively responded, but her lower body continued its movements. I began to adapt to her rhythm and started responding to her, which seemed to give her immense pleasure. Even with my mouth covered, she kept moaning softly. I released her mouth and began sucking on her breasts. She started moaning loudly and hugged me even tighter.
After a while, she forcefully pushed me down onto the bed, pressed her hands against my chest, and began to move violently and rapidly, clearly intending to reach orgasm in this position. I held her slender waist, letting her suckle my body like a slut. She had reached her limit, moaning incessantly. Finally, with a high-pitched moan, she collapsed on top of me, panting heavily. I had never felt so satisfied, because she made me feel like a man, capable of satisfying any woman.
The second round, of course, didn't end so quickly. I decided to do something I'd always wanted to do but never had the chance. After she finished resting, I pulled her to the kitchen. Our kitchen was long and narrow. I had her hold onto the counter with her hands, spread her legs, and then, supporting her waist, entered from behind. This was where Mom usually cooked. Her apron and oven mitts hung on the wall, and this imagery fueled my passion. I thrust into her forcefully, occasionally stimulating her clitoris and breasts. She no longer held back her moans, letting out high-pitched groans. Outside, the wind and rain raged, while we were indulging in illicit lovemaking.
I held her tightly against my body, turning her head to kiss me passionately. She wrapped one arm around my head. Now, we were not only blood-bound but also intimately intertwined. I began to feel the urge to finish, so I held her waist, lowered her body, and began to thrust harder. She pressed her hands hard against the kitchen counter, her moans incessant. For the first time, I felt myself hitting her hardest, which accelerated our climax. I couldn't hold back any longer, and my semen erupted like a torrent into her body; I ejaculated inside her again.
That night, we had sex again in the bathroom, and again the next morning. From then on, we never had sex again, nor did we ever talk about what happened that day. Our interactions were never unusual; that night's sex seemed purely a matter of mutual benefit.
One stormy night, my sister hurriedly shook me awake. I was sleeping soundly and impatiently asked her what she wanted. It turned out she had been awakened by the sound of the wind and rain outside. My older sister has always been timid. Whenever there's thunder or a strong storm, she'll run to sleep with our parents. She's gotten a little better as she's grown up, but today the wind and rain seem even stronger than usual. I even heard the signboard being blown down, no wonder she's so terrified. Our parents happened to be back in their hometown today, so she had to come to me.
She kept begging me to sleep in her room with her, but I was wide awake and naturally very reluctant. Seeing she couldn't persuade me otherwise, she squeezed onto my small single bed. My tiny single bed, only three feet wide, obviously couldn't fit two people; I barely had room to turn over. It seemed I couldn't win against her. She half-pushed, half-pulled me into her room, and once on her double bed, I fell asleep immediately.
After being disturbed by her, I was wide awake, and I could also sense that my sister, sleeping next to me, was also unable to sleep. To be honest, my sister is a real beauty. Not only did our parents give her a pretty face, but she's also 163cm tall, slender, with fair skin and long, straight, black hair. She's had a constant stream of suitors since junior high. When I was in high school, my best friends would come to my house all the time, but their purpose wasn't even to see her. But my sister, who prefers mature men, naturally looked down on my immature friends.
Knowing I couldn't sleep, she started chatting with me, including about my relationship with my girlfriend. I've been with her since my freshman year of college, but isn't dating at this age all about sex? I inherited good genes from my family, so when I first entered college, many girls approached me. I picked the prettiest one and got along well, and soon we both lost our virginity. She asked me if I loved her, and honestly, I couldn't say.
My sister's boyfriend is quite a bit older than her; he's already graduated from graduate school and joined the military, so now we see each other less and less. My girlfriend's sex drive isn't high at her age, so I can't be with her all the time. Therefore, I still maintain the habit of watching porn and masturbating. My sister and I grew up together; we're not particularly close, but we're not completely strangers either. She's lying next to me now, her body doesn't intentionally touch me, and her hair often unconsciously slips onto me. For some reason, I feel sexually aroused by this woman's body, a body bound to me by blood.
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Of course, I have to suppress it, but as the sound of the wind and rain grows louder, she gets closer and closer to me. She's wearing a cotton onesie, the hem of which only reaches above her knees, and she's not wearing a bra. I can occasionally touch her breasts through her clothes. It's the height of summer, and I'm only wearing a tank top and shorts, so our skin is often in large areas of contact. I'm already erect, so I keep my back to her, afraid she'll notice, but I really want to roll over and pin her down on the bed.
Seeing that I don't want to talk to her, she stops talking to me and turns her back to me. I breathed a sigh of relief, but my lust was even more overwhelming. I turned to lie flat, but accidentally bumped into her. She turned around, saw my erection, and we made eye contact. I couldn't hold back any longer and pounced on her.
I pushed her down on the bed, trying to kiss her, but she resisted. I suddenly realized she was my older sister and stopped. We looked at each other. I wanted to apologize, but before I could speak, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. My reason was completely overwhelmed by lust. I kissed her passionately, pulled off her clothes, and grabbed her breasts, sucking on them vigorously. She helped me undress, and soon we were both naked. I continued to kiss her, sucking on her breasts and kissing her flat stomach. My sister's figure was truly amazing; her skin was smooth and soft, and she didn't have an ounce of fat. My girlfriend couldn't compare to her at all.
I started stroking her genitals, and she quickly became aroused, her lower body writhing incessantly. She also actively stroked my penis and sucked on my nipples. My already hard penis grew even larger under her stimulation. Afraid of premature ejaculation, I quickly moved to her lower position, spread her legs, and began to savor her genitals. She began to moan incessantly, her hands playing with my hair, her legs involuntarily spreading wider and wider.
After a burst of stimulation from my tongue, she urged me to enter, seemingly close to climaxing. I ruthlessly thrust my penis into my sister's vagina and began to pump, holding her waist and swaying wildly. My sister's vagina was tighter than I had imagined; perhaps because her boyfriend was in the military, and the frequency of our encounters had decreased. I dared not look directly at her face; after all, she was my own sister. Her eyes kept shifting, but occasionally our eyes would meet. I had to admit that this incestuous sex brought unparalleled pleasure. I moved faster and faster, she gripped my arm tightly, her moans growing louder. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms tightly around my neck, wanting me to kiss her. I complied, of course, our tongues entwining, and I pinched her breasts, occasionally sucking on her nipples.
I pressed my entire body against her, thrusting relentlessly. Her legs clamped tightly around me, as if she wanted to devour me, yet she suppressed her moans. Suddenly, I felt myself coming, much faster than I expected. I tried to stop, but my semen surged uncontrollably. I tried to pull out, but it was too late; all my semen shot into my sister's body. We stared at each other in silence for a moment, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word. Finally, I lay on top of her, deciding to stop thinking about it and fully enjoy the intimacy between our bodies.
I turned away from her, lying down beside her, and we each took some tissues to clean ourselves. The wind and rain outside continued. Soon, my sister hugged me tightly again, her breasts pressed against my chest, and she played with my nipples. I reached out and played with her hair, something I often did as a child, but I never imagined that at this moment, I would be having an incestuous relationship with her.
She began to stroke my penis. Being a teenager, my penis quickly became erect. My sister's slender hands continued to stroke my testicles and erect penis, causing it to quickly become erect and press against my abdomen. My sister knelt down and began to suck my penis. Her oral sex skills were far superior to my girlfriend's. When I had sex with my girlfriend, after the first round, if I asked her to help me finish orally, she would always complain about the residue and taste of semen on my penis and refuse. I never expected my sister to offer to help me.
My sister used both her mouth and hands to continuously suck on my penis, occasionally playing with my testicles. I couldn't help but moan, which made her smile with a sense of accomplishment, but she didn't stop what she was doing. My attitude towards her became more and more natural. I reached out and took her hand, not only playing with her fingers but also urging her to come on top. Sure enough, it wasn't long before she came on top. After skillfully inserting my penis, she began to move naturally, her face always filled with a joyful smile, and she pulled my hand to grab her breasts.
Her speed increased, and I intertwined our fingers, giving her a foothold to speed up her movements. My sister on top was so alluring that I couldn't resist kissing her. I sat up and hugged her, beginning to taste her tender lips. She responded very proactively, but her lower body continued to move. I began to adapt to her rhythm and then began to respond to her actively, which seemed to give her great pleasure. Although her mouth was covered by mine, she kept moaning softly. I released her mouth and instead suckled her breasts. She began to moan loudly and clung to me even tighter.
After a while, she forcefully pushed me down onto the bed, pressed her hands against my chest, and began to thrust violently and rapidly. It was clear she intended to reach orgasm in this position. I held her slender waist, letting her suckle my body like a slut. She had reached her limit, moaning incessantly. Finally, with a high-pitched moan, she collapsed on top of me, panting heavily. I had never felt so satisfied, because she made me feel like a man capable of satisfying any woman.
The second round, of course, didn't end so quickly. I decided to do something I had always wanted to do but never had the chance to. After she had rested, I pulled her to the kitchen. Our kitchen was long and narrow. I had her place her hands on the counter, spread her legs, and then, supporting her waist, entered from behind. This was where Mom usually cooked. Her apron and oven mitts hung on the wall, and this imagery fueled my passion. I gripped my sister's waist and thrust into her forcefully, occasionally stimulating her clitoris and breasts with my hands. My sister no longer held back her moans, letting out high-pitched groans. Outside, the wind and rain raged, while we were indulging in illicit lovemaking.
I held her tightly against my body, turning her head to kiss me passionately. She wrapped one arm around my head from behind. Now, we were not only blood-bound but also intimately intertwined. I began to feel the urge to finish, so I held her waist and pressed her body down, thrusting harder. She pressed her hands against the countertop, her moans incessant. For the first time, I felt myself reaching her climax, which accelerated our orgasms. I could no longer hold back, and my semen erupted like a torrent into her body. I ejaculated inside my sister once more.
That night we had sex again in the bathroom, and again the next morning. From then on, we never had sex again, nor did we ever talk about what happened that day. Our interactions were never unusual; the sex that night seemed to be purely about mutual benefit.

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