That night, I slept with her and her sister.

That night, I slept with her and her sister.

Some time ago, I met a wealthy businessman's daughter. She was pretty, but extremely thin. We had a lot

of fun , but I already had a girlfriend at the time, which she knew, and we treated each other as good friends.

Once, her parents went on a business trip, and we spent all our time together, eating, drinking, and having fun.

But I still considered her a good friend and had no ulterior

motives. I had pursued her before, but I lacked patience, and after a while, I gave up and never thought about it again. Maybe she

was lonely at home, or maybe she was scared, who knows? Suddenly, she called me one night: "What are you doing?"

"Eating out with my girlfriend, why?" "Oh, nothing... just asking. You eat,

and call me when you're done!" Her voice became hesitant, and I felt something was off, but since she

was with her girlfriend, I didn't press the matter. After I took my girlfriend home, I called her. "What's

wrong? You sound a little off!" "Nothing, I'm just not feeling well and wanted you to come over and keep me company."

It was almost 10 pm, and I hesitated. "Isn't it a bit late? If I get home too late, my motorcycle won't be able to get into

the parking lot!" "Then don't go back. You can sleep in the big room, and I'll sleep in the small room. Is that okay?" Of course, it was fine.

A man and a woman alone together in one room—I thought no one would refuse such an opportunity. Although that's what

I was thinking, I couldn't say it out loud. "What do you need me to bring you? I'll buy it for you." "Nothing

is needed , just come. Okay, I'll wait for you!" So, I went to her place. Although I'd been there before,

this time everything I saw made me erect. I think she might have deliberately arranged something. For example

, her underwear, which she had just washed, was hanging in the hallway from the front door to the inside. She was wearing a very thin nightgown,

so transparent that I could see her bra and panties underneath. My penis was a little sore, so I quickly found a place

to sit down . She had prepared a lot of snacks, so we sat on the sofa eating and watching TV.

It was getting late, and I was getting sleepy. I looked at her again, and she was already asleep, leaning against the sofa. I

slowly pulled her closer, and she leaned in too, lying in my arms. I was overjoyed. Damn!

It was so hard to win her over before, and now that I have a girlfriend, she's practically offering herself up. Girls,

they're so cheap! I started to touch her all over. At first, her arms were tightly wrapped around her chest, leaving me no

room to move. But she was probably really sleepy, and she slowly loosened her grip. To be honest, her breasts looked pretty big,

but when I touched them, I realized they were so flat, like two fried eggs. Hehe, but since they were free,

there's nothing to complain about. Touching them wasn't enough, so I unhooked her bra from behind. This was much

better, loose and comfortable. She just kept muttering, "Stop it, stop it!" but her resistance

was getting weaker and weaker. Seeing her reaction, I slowly moved towards her lower body. At first, I just touched her through

her underwear Her underwear was the kind made of gauze, and after a few touches, I could feel it was wet. I thought it was about time, so I

put my hand inside. Unexpectedly, this time she wouldn't have it. She suddenly stood up, straightened her clothes, lay down on the bed,

and pulled the blanket tightly over herself. I was dumbfounded. That's it, she's angry, it's over.

I couldn't what was going on.

I'm not a persistent person, and seeing that she seemed unhappy, I gave up. I turned off the TV and

lay on the bed in the main room, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. My little brother was still hard, so I took it

out to let it air out. Just as I was getting bored, she came in, hugging the blanket and squinting her eyes. "I'm

a little scared, how about we share a bed?" This time I understood. She's a slut! She just wants me to have sex with her tonight. Without a word, I

pulled her into my arms and kissed her passionately. This tactic worked; as we kissed, I

ripped off her pajamas and bra, leaving her

in only a sheer, almost transparent pair of panties. In the moonlight, I could vaguely see a sparse tuft of pubic hair. Seeing the time was right, I tried to remove her last layer of

defense , but she resisted fiercely. I tried everything, but to no avail. I stopped trying, not even touching

her. Seeing I wasn't moving, she asked, "Are you angry?" "No!" I replied gruffly. I took

my blanket to the small room, leaving her in the main room. I knew she would come back; perhaps she

was still struggling with the consequences, the ending. I thought if she figured things out, she would come back, and

then I could have my way with her smoothly, venting my years of unrequited love. Sure enough,

an hour or so later, she came back, blanket in hand, eyes half-closed. The bed in the cabin was small, and it was a bit

cramped I didn't care about that then; this time, I didn't care whether she resisted or not and

forcibly pulled down her panties, it felt a bit like rape. Her reaction wasn't too strong; she just covered her

sparse . Heh, how could that stop my little brother from exploring the unknown world? In no time,

my little brother started his assault. Her vagina was very tight. Although she was already very wet, I could

feel that her area hadn't been explored much. After a few thrusts, I felt much better. I

started fucking her like crazy. Her screams were loud, like heart-wrenching screams. Anyone who heard it would probably think I

was killing someone. When I slowed down, her screams were softer; when I went faster, her screams were louder—it

was the most ridiculous moaning I'd ever seen. That day, I fucked for a long time without ejaculating. She couldn't take it anymore. Seeing her

pained expression, I felt a little sorry for her, so I finished quickly after a while. Of course, I ejaculated all over her—on

her stomach , her belly button, and on two fried eggs, haha. While it wasn't incredibly pleasurable, it released years of

pent-up frustration.

That night, I slept soundly. I felt someone kissing me, and groggily opened my eyes to see her kissing me.

"Get up, it's almost 11! Are you hungry? I bought breakfast, let's eat together." While we ate, she

told me it was her first time with me, and although there was no bleeding, it was from an accident when she was little, and so on

… I didn't quite believe it, but I was also somewhat convinced. Judging from the tightness of her vagina yesterday, I figured she was

about the truth, and I also knew some things about her past. She'd only ever had one boyfriend,

and they were both very young then, only about 15 or 16. I doubted that boy would dare to have sex with her, but since there was no bleeding, I…

I didn't quite believe what she said. She didn't want me to take any responsibility; she knew she couldn't compare to my girlfriend at all .

In short, she didn't want anything. I didn't say anything when she said that, but I thought to myself, "Even if you want it, I

won't give it to you, you rich person." Later, her parents came back and even invited me to their house for dinner, saying how grateful I was for taking care of her

these past few days. Later still, her father sent her to DL to study, to some kind of junior college. I thought if she could

finish it, pigs would surely climb trees! Even so, we continued to correspond by letter. She gossiped

about her class, asked about my job, and of course, most importantly, she would occasionally ask about my relationship with my

girlfriend , when we would get married, and so on.

The following summer, she came back. We continued what we had done the previous year. But

this year, there was an older sister. This sister was from her uncle's family, but her uncle had passed away a few years ago, and her aunt

had gone far away, apparently running off with someone else. Anyway, her sister's family situation was quite complicated. But the only thing that wasn't complicated

was that her sister owned her own house, which was one of the conditions that made us worth dating her. Her sister

was a saleswoman, very cheerful, and we were all happy to be with her. I remember that year, her sister was probably not yet 30,

unmarried, and had dated many boyfriends, but none of them worked out, probably because her family situation was too complicated. Now she lived

alone in this big house. I felt that her face would occasionally show envy for us, and

then a hint of loneliness that would inadvertently show after that envy. I felt a little sorry for her. One day, I suggested that we celebrate her birthday.

Although we didn't know what her birthday was, we could treat it as her birthday today, buy some good food, a cake

, and something to celebrate and make her happy. I knew that once she went back to school, my contact with her sister

would be cut off, and it would be unlikely that I could celebrate for her again.

We prepared for a whole day, of course, only after we finished "that thing" at her sister's place. In the evening, we waited for her sister

to get off work, around 6... Around 10 PM, her sister returned. We had prepared barbecue for dinner, and after lighting the grill,

we started eating. During the meal, her sister told me about how much she could drink when she was younger, and

the fun (she worked in a factory, like me, on shifts). Looking at the three bottles of beer she had brought back

, I was a little unsure of what to expect. I hadn't thought her sister would drink, and it seemed like that wouldn't be enough, so I got five more.

We chatted and drank, and after eight bottles, we didn't feel any different. We were still feeling like we wanted more

, so the three of us—no, I should say her sister and I—each drank about five bottles. Her sister only drank

one before starting to dance wildly.

A little drunk, I lay down on the bed, half-asleep. After a while, she came over and hugged me, waking me up.

She gestured for me to be quiet; her sister was already asleep in the main room. Because it was summer, we didn't dare close the door, afraid of arousing

suspicion . She had just showered; every inch of her skin was so smooth, especially her thighs, which felt

amazing to the touch. Her vagina was already excessively wet; I even suspected she might have done something in the bathroom.

I was having sex with her, and she covered her mouth, afraid of moaning. It felt pretty good to be sneaking around;

I'd never experienced that before. We were both covered in sweat, and I ejaculated all over her again. She whispered, "Ugh,

what a waste of a shower! I have to shower again!" I smiled but didn't answer. She turned and ran into the bathroom with her pajamas. I

dried myself off and went back to sleep. I knew she had finished showering and that she had gone back to that room

to sleep with her sister. In my drowsy state, it seemed like her sister got up in the middle of the night. I suddenly wanted to test her. It was so dark anyway. If her sister

resisted I would say I had mistaken her for someone else. If she didn't resist... hehe! That's what I decided. I waited for her sister

to come out of the bathroom. After a while, she came out, and I grabbed her arm and pulled her into my arms. I thought she would struggle,

but I was wrong. It turned out that her sister wasn't even wearing underwear, just a thin nightgown. It seemed I had been fooled

! She cooperated with me, pulling my little brother and shoving it into her. As I did it, I touched her body.

It was as smooth as her sister's, and the shape was similar. The difference was that her breasts were much bigger. She was in her early thirties

, so I figured she'd had plenty of sexual experience. There were quite a few positions I'd never seen before. I did it three times that day.

This time, because I was already exhausted, it lasted a particularly long time. I fucked her sister until she was practically dying. To be honest,

even though she was older, her pussy was still pretty tight. I saw her starting to moan, and afraid

her sister would hear, I tried to ejaculate quickly. The more I tried, the less I could ejaculate, and the less I could, the harder I fucked.

Finally, probably thanks to her sister's efforts, I ejaculated into her mouth. It was very runny, almost watery.

Oh , that's it, take it or leave it. Her sister clapped her legs together and went back to the other room. I was completely exhausted

, practically dead on that bed.

A few days later, she went back to school. I continued dating my girlfriend, while her sister... disappeared without a trace

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