Finally slept with the virgin nanny

My parents live together, in the same city, but it's a few hours' drive between them. As they get older, we discussed it with the family and decided it would be better to hire a caregiver—a way to shirk responsibility. But finding a caregiver was difficult; the ones in the city agencies were all as cunning as foxes. We all agreed to look in remote, impoverished areas.
After asking several friends, we finally found one. When I picked her up at the train station, I practically had to hold my nose. She was filthy, the sweat and stench from the twenty-plus hours on the train overwhelming. She was thin and sallow, and although she was said to be seventeen, she looked like she wasn't even fifteen. Only her eyes seemed bright, looking at me timidly at this unfamiliar metropolis.
I practically held my nose as I led her to my parents' house, explaining in as gentle a tone as possible how to use the water, electricity, and toilet… As soon as my mother returned, I fled. At that moment, I couldn't believe I'd see her again in about a year.
For several months, I'd used being busy as an excuse not to visit my parents, only calling occasionally to inquire about the caregiver. My mother would always complain, saying that girls these days are lazy and rural girls don't know any manners. I explained to her that finding a caregiver isn't easy these days, but my mother did acknowledge one thing about her: her temper was quite good.
This day, I had no excuse not to visit my parents, so I traveled across the city to see them. I rang the doorbell. My parents weren't home. Since hiring the caregiver, their retirement life had become much more relaxed; she'd often be gone all day, I wondered what she was busy with. I sighed and opened the door myself. Walking in, I found the caregiver busy in the kitchen, humming a song—a superstar, no less! It seems the city really changes a person. She seemed startled, turning around. Seeing me, she was a little surprised and shy, calling out, "Big Brother."
But I was even more surprised! The dirty little girl from a few months ago seemed to have vanished. She stayed home all day, her skin noticeably whiter, probably due to better nutrition; her complexion was also much rosier. Wearing the t-shirts and jeans my wife gave me, even though she wasn't voluptuous, she looked petite and charming. Now, she could easily outshine many women who rely heavily on makeup—truly, a woman's appearance changes drastically as she grows up!
Seeing me standing there in a daze, she immediately brought me a glass of water, her face flushing even more. She said, "Brother, Uncle and Aunt went out for breakfast this morning and haven't come back yet. They'll be back for lunch later." Then she hurried back to the kitchen and busied herself even more.
I walked behind her, watching her hair sway back and forth. My heart fluttered a little. The soft feel of her arms made me want to hug her, and even more strangely, I could smell a faint, natural meaty scent—a scent that was almost irresistible. I thought to myself, "It must feel amazing to be with her." So, I patted her shoulder. She turned around, looking at me nervously, her hands fidgeting.
I smiled, took out a hundred-yuan bill, and said, "Little sister, you've worked hard. Take this money, don't tell Auntie." "No, I don't want it. Auntie pays me on time every month," she refused. However, this refusal was more out of panic.
I stuffed the money into her hand and said, "My mother has a bad temper, you must suffer a lot of grievances. This money is for your older brother to buy you some clothes, take it." I could see that she was a little touched, holding the crumpled bill without moving. I casually touched her chest and said, "This dress looks good on you." She seemed to have no reaction and said, "My sister-in-law gave it to me." I thought to myself, hmm, it feels nice. I was quite satisfied with her reaction because she didn't seem to have any self-protective instincts. After having dinner with my parents that day, I said goodbye, and the nanny was noticeably more friendly when she saw me off.
After that, I would visit my parents' house about every two to three weeks, and my mother would always praise me for being sensible. I would always bring the nanny small gifts, more often than not, a hundred or a few dozen yuan—not too much, otherwise it would arouse her suspicion; that was my strategy. Her wariness towards me gradually decreased. My judgment was accurate; she wasn't afraid of men, but rather of strangers. Now that we were no longer strangers, under my prompting, she began telling me stories about the countryside and her family. I always appeared very patient: listening is the most powerful tool for seducing women, this is crucial.
I would also find opportunities to touch her body, like reading her palm—it's old-fashioned, but still novel to her. I would also often intentionally or unintentionally touch her thighs or her breasts, naturally without any suspicion. Later, I would jokingly ask her to massage my back, sitting on my back and massaging my neck, arms, shoulders, etc. Later still, I would say, "You've been massaging me so hard, let me massage you too." She would think about it and agree, so I would massage her haphazardly, making her giggle, of course, without touching her sensitive areas.
I was very patient, and about half a year passed. She had come to regard me as a close older brother, sharing everything with me, and didn't mind my intimate gestures at all. Of course, during these times, I only visited on my days off, going in the morning and returning home after dinner.
My parents' workplaces organize a trip every year, usually in the spring, and this year's trip was ten days long. The house was naturally left in the care of the housekeeper. I used the excuse of wanting to visit more often to discuss with my wife that I would stay for a couple of days every few days. My wife, however, had to work the night shift and naturally wouldn't accompany me. I knew the opportunity to reel her in had arrived.
That day, after dinner, she finished her chores, watched the main TV series, and took a shower. Unfortunately, there was no way to spy on her. At this point, I started to appear very tired, and naturally she said, "Brother, how about I give you a massage?"
I said, "Sure, but it might take a while tonight because I'm quite tired."
She smiled and said, "It's okay, you'll pay me back anyway."
By this time, I was burning with desire. What could be more alluring than a girl fresh from her bath? She was wearing a short-sleeved nightgown and shorts, her fair thighs dazzling under the light. The way her breasts swayed as she walked quickly told me she wasn't wearing a bra. It was late spring, and it was already a little warm.
I took off my shirt and lay on the bed, feeling the friction of her youthful flesh through the thin fabric. Her breathing, along with each thrust, stirred waves of desire in my ears. I snorted, and she immediately asked, "Big brother, am I heavy?" "No," I said, "I 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 pressed my already hard penis in 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 used a smaller cup size to cover them up during the day.
"Are you done?" she asked breathlessly. "Wait, sit down a little, big brother is mainly uncomfortable here today." I pushed her back a little and then 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, just give me a massage. I might have pulled a muscle." I guided her hand to stroke my large penis up and down. She was silent for a while, as if she felt she should break the awkward atmosphere, and then said, "Big brother, this is so hard." I smiled and said, "Okay, I feel much better now. You're tired too, so let me give you a massage too." She exclaimed happily, "Haha, it's my turn to enjoy!" and eagerly lay down.
While she wasn't looking, 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. Then, I quickly started "massaging" her as usual. I deliberately leaned forward when massaging her shoulders, naturally pushing my penis forward as well. After a while, I heard her make comfortable sounds and asked her, "How is it? Comfortable?" "Comfortable, a strange feeling," she said.
I lifted her clothes, reached inside to massage, and then pushed my hands forward inside her clothes, saying, "Massage your neck." I naturally half-lay on her, haphazardly massaging her neck with my hands while starting to lick her spine from top to bottom with my tongue. "Ah!" she cried out, seemingly unable to bear the stimulation. "Ah!" "It's so numb, but..." "Mmm..." "Comfortable." I said while licking, "This method is specifically for massaging the spine, it feels good, doesn't it?" Then I said, "You have to massage the whole spine, pull your pants down a bit, and stick your butt out." She obediently lifted her buttocks, and without hesitation, I pulled down her shorts and underwear together. She exclaimed, "Ouch, big brother, you used too much force, you pulled my big brother down too." Before she could finish speaking, I inserted my penis into her private parts. Wow, it felt so wet! I immediately continued, "It'll feel really good if you massage it all together." She hummed in agreement, her long-standing trust in me and curiosity about the new sensation making her continue to enjoy my "massage."
I lay on her back, slowly reaching my hands to her upper body, sliding down to her breasts, gently pinching her nipples. She began to moan, "Ah," "Mmm," "Big brother," "A little harder," "I feel a little uncomfortable," "Ah." I followed her words, "You also have to turn over, it won't feel uncomfortable if I massage from the front." She obediently turned around, and I casually kicked off her shorts, which I had already pulled down to her calves.
She saw my penis and exclaimed, "Is that what's massaging you? Boys' penises are small and soft when they pee, how come yours is so thick?"
I didn't have time to talk to her, quickly pulling her shirt over her head before saying, "It needs to massage you too, that's what makes it feel good." Before I could even lean on her, she suddenly asked, "Is this sex?" I was shocked. I had planned everything perfectly, but I never expected her to ask such a question at this moment. I thought my plan was going to fail. You see, if she curled up and asked me to rape her, I would absolutely not do it—women can be seduced, but never forced; that's not enjoyable at all.
But her next sentence surprised me even more. She said, "It seems all those people who told me sex was very bad were lying to me. So, massaging each other naked is sex? It feels so good!" I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "So, do you like it when your older brother makes love to you?" She said, "Yes." "Then you have to listen to me. Look at how comfortable I am for you," I said, pulling her to the edge of the bed and letting her legs dangle. I stood up, looked around, and then grabbed a pillow to put under her buttocks. I checked again—perfect.
I gently parted her legs, touching her firm, soft skin. I was already feeling impatient. I reached for her vulva and found it was wet. At that moment, I knew I had to be quick. All the foreplay was unnecessary. I had to finish before she realized what was happening, and then I could slowly enjoy this young woman later. Her skin.
I stood between her legs, slowly bending them up, exposing her vulva completely to me. The sparse, soft pubic hair showed that she was only recently an adult (she probably only fully developed this year). Her pink vagina was closed in a line, with her clitoris faintly visible above. I was almost certain she was 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 pry open her labia. She let out a soft "Ah!" I quickly asked, "Little sister, what's wrong?" "It seems to hurt a little," she said, then added, "Holding it like this, it's a bit sore." "Yes, that's what I wanted—a bit sore and painful. You can hold your legs with your hands, it'll be over soon." "I replied perfunctorily.
I thought for a moment, then used my penis to slide down her vulva from her clitoris, applying a little force. I felt a gap in front, and I knew it was here. My experience told me that the key to deflowering a virgin is speed. You can't be hesitant and gentle, otherwise, once she feels pain, you won't be able to try again.
I used a little force to keep my penis pressed against the entrance, held her waist with both hands, and silently counted "one, two, three," then quickly thrust my lower body forward with all my might. "Ah!" "It hurts!" she cried out, instinctively trying to back away, pushing me away with her hands and quickly squeezing her legs together. But by then I was already inside, fully inserted at most, but I hadn't expected her to be so strong, actually pushing me back a little. I used my hands to clamp her legs together, preventing her from backing away any further, and forcefully pushed my penis all the way in.
After a brief respite, I felt her whole body trembling, goosebumps rising on her smooth skin—it was a truly strange experience. Amidst her trembling, I resolutely parted her legs and, holding her waist, began thrusting again. Of course, at this moment, 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.
I wanted pleasure, my hands vigorously kneading her breasts. Looking at her face contorted in pain beneath me, the pleasure I felt was indescribable; I could imagine her vagina slowly bleeding as my penis thrust in and out. At first, she bit her lips tightly, trying to control herself, but she couldn't hold back any longer. Whether it was pain or pleasure, she finally cried out loudly: "Big brother! It hurts! Be gentle! I've given you everything! Go slower! Ah! Mm!" Suddenly, she bit my shoulder, and I cried out too, unable to hold back any longer, ejaculating all my semen inside her.

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