That year, a memory for a lifetime.

That summer, I was just an ordinary boy, with mediocre grades and an average family background. I didn't have many friends,
let alone any girls who were interested in me. That summer, I was seventeen, and had grown into a tall young man. On a drowsy afternoon,
cicadas chirped incessantly under the blazing sun. My mother brought her to my side.

"Xiao Jie, from now on, she'll be your tutor," my mother said, patting my head with a loving smile
. "Quickly call her Teacher Su." Then, turning to the woman behind her, she said, "This is my son. He's a bit too slow, so
I'm entrusting his studies to you, Teacher Su."

I strained my eyes, but still couldn't make out the woman who seemed to have stepped out of the summer sun. The dazzling light
stung my eyes. Only a clear voice came from within the light. "You're too kind.
Just call me sister. I'd love to have a brother like that too," she said, smiling as she touched my head. Her voice
was like heavenly music, striking my heart. Although it was just a polite remark, I felt it was the most
beautiful voice I had ever heard. And so, she became my tutor. More accurately, she became my older sister, the
sister I had always longed for to pamper and love me.

Su Ling, she has a beautiful name, just like her voice,
rippling . Her home wasn't far, in the same neighborhood as mine. I heard she had recently moved here,
following her newlywed husband to this unfamiliar city to start a new life. She used to be
a teacher at a well-known middle school in the south, but upon arriving, she willingly became a housewife. If it weren't for my mother's persistent persuasion, she probably
wouldn't have come to tutor me.

A smile was always on her face, like the dazzling light behind her when she arrived, but it was warm
and gentle, like a refreshing breeze surrounding me. Every day, Sister Ling would come to tutor me for two hours.
Those two short hours were enough for me to look forward to for a long time; the waiting was always a long,
agonizing ordeal . But all the waiting was worthwhile.

On summer nights, the cicadas outside the window continued their tireless chirping. Inside, I was receiving tutoring from Sister Ling.

"That's not how you solve this problem, it should be like this..."

Sister Ling stood beside me, took the pen from my hand, and scribbled rapidly on the paper. Her soft hair gently brushed against my
face, like tiny ants crawling across my skin, tickling and tingling. A faint fragrance wafted into my
nostrils , refreshing and invigorating.

But in that instant, I saw a scene I could never forget: the patch of skin on Sister Ling's chest
came into view. Her pale blue bra encased her breasts, which shimmered under the light.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment; I could even hear my heart pounding, and a warm rush surged from
my lower body to my forehead. Sweat beaded on my forehead and streamed down my flushed cheeks. For someone as inexperienced as me,
it was a thrill I would never forget.

Sister Ling didn't seem to notice my subtle voyeurism, assuming I wasn't feeling well. She gently touched my head,
her soft palm touching my forehead to check if I had a fever or a cold. In that instant, as she leaned down, a
glimpse was exposed to me again. The warmth of her palm traveled to my forehead, and I felt an instant surge
of heat in my lower body, as if it were about to explode.

I've forgotten how anxiously that day ended; I only remember that night my mind
was filled with images of her white breasts, and my erection was constantly throbbing. That night, I
encountered the "five-fingered girl," and my mind was filled with fantasies of Sister Ling's naked, snow-white body. From then on, I often used
this method to peek at that glimpse of her chest. Basically, every time I tutored her, my little brother, hidden under the table, would be
restless , waiting to erupt after Sister Ling left. Although I was careful, Sister Ling inevitably noticed, but
the way she looked at me was tender, like she was looking at her own brother. Perhaps I was just overthinking it.

Sister Ling not only tutored me but also taught me many principles of life. Although she was
my tutor, she treated me like a younger brother. My initially withdrawn and insecure personality gradually became
more confident and outgoing under her guidance. Occasionally, I would even muster the courage to flatter her, praising her beauty. I also gradually became more proactive and enthusiastic in greeting elders, something
I used to avoid. My studies, needless to say, improved greatly; with such a beautiful teacher's
patient guidance, how could I possibly disappoint her?

My parents were sometimes busy and often couldn't take care of me. Ling would take me to her house and cook delicious
meals for me. Although I often went to her house, I rarely saw her husband. When I did see him once or twice, he always looked grumpy
, as if he were constipated. I thought he didn't like me, and I felt uncomfortable. Ling didn't seem to care,
laughing and telling me that he was just like that, it wasn't directed at me. Although Ling was smiling, I always felt it was a bit forced.

Time flew by, and several months passed in a flash. The sweltering summer was pushed aside by the cool autumn.
Ling was still the object of my nightly fantasies, but the allure of her breasts was no longer a common sight.

Sister Ling enjoys sports and often practices yoga, aerobics, and badminton. This is probably
why she maintains her perfect figure. Even in autumn, Sister Ling, with her wasp waist and slender legs, looks
so . Especially seeing her shapely buttocks from behind always makes me want to touch them. But I only have the desire
, not the courage.

That day, my parents weren't home for the weekend, so I had to go to Sister Ling's for dinner. Sister Ling had just returned from her workout,
her body covered in fragrant sweat, her cherry-like lips exhaling sweet breath, her breasts rising and falling with her breath, arousing my
fantasies . Sister Ling led me inside and told me to watch TV first, then turned to take a shower. Listening to
the rushing water from the bathroom in the living room, I couldn't help but imagine Sister Ling's alluring body, but alas, the door was only a short distance away, preventing me
from seeing it up close. If only I had special abilities or some kind of magic spell!

Just as I was lost in thought, the bathroom door opened.

"Xiao Jie..." Sister Ling called me, "Come help me with something!"

I jumped up and rushed to the bathroom door. Sister Ling peeked out from the crack in the open door,
her wet hair draped over her flawless shoulders—a truly alluring sight.

"I...I forgot...that...underwear, could you...get it for me?" Sister Ling
said softly, her face flushed.

"Where is it? I'll go get it." Without thinking, I readily agreed.

"It's in the bottom drawer of the wardrobe in the bedroom..."

I opened the wardrobe, and there lay a pile of Ling Jie's underwear. Pink, red, white, and
the sky-blue lingerie that I remembered most vividly, all lay there obediently. I gently stroked the lingerie; it felt smooth. Instantly, it
felt as if my hands were moving on Ling Jie's breasts, and my little brother couldn't help but get hard.

"Xiao Jie... Xiao Jie... did you find it?" Ling Jie's voice pulled me from my reverie.
I grabbed a set and handed it to her.

"Why did you take this..." Ling Jie's face flushed even more.

I looked closely; the lingerie was just a thin piece of fabric, pink and transparent. Wasn't this the kind of sexy lingerie advertised on porn
sites ? I never expected Ling Jie to have this. I wondered if that small piece of fabric
could even cover Ling Jie's full breasts...

"I... I... I... I didn't look, I just grabbed one." I felt my face
burning . I had never touched women's underwear before, and Ling Jie's words made me feel even more embarrassed. I could only
bite the bullet and reply, "Fine, let's leave it at that for now... You little rascal." Sister Ling blushed and glared at me before closing
the bathroom door.

I clearly remember that day when Sister Ling awkwardly moved in my sight. Although she was wearing a coat, the two
prominent visible through it. I was even more aroused and could only sit there obediently with my legs crossed,
feeling incredibly embarrassed. After returning home, I had to make intimate contact with my breasts several more times before I could release my pent-up emotions.

Although Sister Ling and I remained on good terms after that day, and she didn't seem to think anything of it, I was deeply trapped in that
memory. Every time I saw Sister Ling, I would think of that thin, sexy lingerie and those two prominent points on her breasts.

Sister Ling's birthday was in winter, and that day, snow was falling heavily outside the window. I didn't know until I knocked on
Sister Ling's door and saw the exquisite cake on the table. I also saw
the expectation in Sister Ling's eyes the moment she opened the door, and the words "husband" that were about to escape her lips. I knew she wasn't waiting for me.

I could tell she was very down. No woman would be happy to be
left out .

"Happy birthday, Sister Ling. But... I didn't prepare a gift," I said softly.

"I didn't tell you it was my birthday today either, Xiao Jie," Sister Ling forced a smile. "
Don't "

Sister Ling pulled me to sit at the table, lit the candles, and opened a bottle of red wine. The romantic candlelight
dinner began. But she didn't seem to be enjoying the romantic moment. Instead, she seemed to be torturing
herself, chugging down glass after glass of alcohol. It was as if it wasn't wine but water. I can't drink, and after just
one glass , I felt dizzy. I could only sit there blankly watching Sister Ling indulge herself.

Before long, Sister Ling, who had already finished a whole bottle of wine, had a flushed face. Her eyes
began to glaze over. "Xiao Jie... you... have another drink with me." Sister Ling's tongue was starting to slur.
I snatched her wine glass and supported her swaying shoulders. "Sister Ling, you're drunk. Don't drink anymore."

"No, I'm not drunk..." Sister Ling shouted loudly, "I'm not drunk... I don't want that heartless man to celebrate
my birthday with me!" She screamed almost hysterically, tears streaming down her cheeks and onto the floor. At that moment, I
felt a pang of heartache. Under the influence of alcohol, I recklessly pulled Sister Ling into my arms. "Sister Ling, you still have me
. I'll celebrate your birthday with you, your brother will celebrate your birthday with you," I whispered desperately in her ear.

Sister Ling's body trembled slightly upon hearing this, and she clung tightly to my shoulder, crying even harder. I held her like
that for what felt like an eternity, until she gradually calmed down.

"Thank you, brother..." she murmured in my ear, pulling away from my embrace. I wiped away my tears and
smiled. "I'm sorry, I lost my composure."

"It's okay, Sister Ling. Even if the whole world abandons you, you still have me." I patted my chest and
swore to Sister Ling, just like in a movie scene. A glint flashed in her eyes; I didn't know if it was
a feeling of being moved. Sister Ling turned and left. I heard the sound of running water, and soon the door opened.

Accompanied by a fragrant scent, she came to my side. She wore a black, short-sleeved nightgown, as thin as a cicada's wing. The candlelight easily
penetrated and shone on her skin, revealing her breasts barely visible through two pieces of bra, and the triangle between her legs was
hazy and indistinct. I didn't know how to describe that scene. Sensual? Sexy? Hot? All adjectives were pale and
powerless. I just felt my mind go blank, as if my computer had crashed, staring blankly at her body.

"Good little brother...is it beautiful?" Sister Ling's voice seemed to have changed completely, filled with allure.
I looked up and saw her face flushed, whether from the aftereffects of the red wine or the hot bathwater, her bright
eyes brimming with allure, her pink cherry lips exhaling a sweet fragrance. I dared not look directly at her.

"So...beautiful," I swallowed, answering timidly.

"Blow out the candles, I haven't made a wish yet," Sister Ling floated to the opposite table like a butterfly, lighting
the candles on the cake. After we clasped our hands together, closed our eyes, and made a sincere wish, we blew out the candles together. The room
was plunged into darkness, with only the dim yellow light from the streetlights outside illuminating the interior.

I stood up from my chair to turn on the lights, but a warm, soft hand grabbed my footing.

"You haven't given me a present yet," Sister Ling's seductive voice whispered behind me.

"I...I..."

Just as I was about to turn around to answer, Sister Ling's burning lips were already pressed against my dry lips. Inexperienced in such
matters I was at a loss, unable to believe it was real.

"You are my best...gift today!" Sister Ling whispered in my ear, holding me close.
Her full breasts were soft against my skin.

"Hold me tight," Sister Ling commanded, and my hands encircled her slender waist. The sheer nightgown
felt weightless in my hands. Imagining scenes from movies, I lowered my head, searching for her thirsty
lips .

The experienced Sister Ling lightly kissed and pecked at my lips, enticing me to eagerly pursue her burning desire.
Sometimes she would extend her tongue to touch my parched lips, then slip it inside my mouth to lightly brush against my teeth. Her
fragrant tongue, like a serpent, seduced and bewitched me. Until I opened my mouth wide, completely covering her lips. I
eagerly sucked on her lips like a thirsty traveler in the desert finding an oasis, even tasting the saliva in her mouth.
She sucked it all in. Her tongue entered my mouth, drawing me into an entanglement with that spirit. She
breathed heavily through her nostrils, soft moans echoing on my flushed face.

She took my hand and placed it on her high, firm breasts; the soft touch was real, the
very breasts I had longed for, no longer the ones I could only touch in my dreams. My
hands kneaded, squeezed, and molded her soft breasts without restraint.
Her nipples bulged against the thin fabric under my stimulation. Sister Ling enjoyed it, quickening her breathing,
further stimulating and encouraging my hands.

"Carry me to the bed..." Sister Ling whispered in my ear, panting. I effortlessly lifted
her petite figure and placed her on the soft bed. Beside the bed was a photo of her and him, but on the bed were another couple. I no longer
cared about ethics or morality. My lower body was rapidly engorged, and I was completely under the control of my soul. I pressed myself
against , kissing her delicate, flawless face. My hands ripped off her nightgown, forcefully tearing away the last barrier at her chest. Her
breasts sprang forth like a pair of jade rabbits, so alluring in the dim, ambiguous light of the bedside lamp. My
mouth moved from her face to her breasts, sucking and licking her erect nipples like a hungry infant.

Ling Jie's seductive breaths filled the room, her body writhing under my stimulation, her smooth
skin flushed with blood and glistening with sweat. She guided my hand to her genitals. Her thin, narrow panties were already
soaked through. With her cooperation, I easily removed them and tossed them aside. Guided by her, my
fingers touched that mysterious area, like a babbling brook. The love juice secreted from her vulva
wet my fingers, and the clitoris above her vulva swelled under my touch.

My clothes had already been stripped off by Sister Ling, and my engorged little brother was
being teased , itchy and numb, feeling like it was about to burst at any moment, so uncomfortable. Wanting to find a cave to crawl into,
I eagerly climbed onto Sister Ling's body and thrust my erect penis into the gentle haven I had longed for. Lacking
experience, I was too hasty and inserted it in the wrong place, eliciting a soft cry from Sister Ling. She grabbed my penis and guided me to
the glans, feeling it enveloped by warm, soft flesh, a suction pulling me deeper. I thrust my hips forward,
pushing hard to the bottom. "Mmm…oh, so full!" Sister Ling beneath me squeezed my waist with her legs, letting out a soft cry, and
thrusting her hips, demanding more from me.

"Good...good little brother, bigger...harder," Sister Ling commanded me, biting her lip.
Encouraged by her, I used all my strength to thrust in and out of her vagina. The scrotum under my penis slapped against
her buttocks with a loud slapping sound, mingling with my heavy breathing and Sister Ling's lewd moans, echoing in the room.
"Mmm...so big...little brother is so...so...so powerful...I can't take it...mmm...oh...
mmm...so...so good...so comfortable...mmm...oh..."

Sister Ling's lewd moans stimulated me to go wild, and I felt the heat accumulating in my body
explode with a bang during the thrusting, ejaculating.

"I'm sorry...it felt too good."

"It's okay, every man's first time is like this."

I pulled my ejaculated penis out of Sister Ling's vagina, the pink opening flowing with
a mixture of lewd love juice and my semen.

"Sister Ling, I..." Having released my lust, I felt guilty and remorseful.
I couldn't speak.

Sister Ling seemed to know what I was about to say, and a delicate, slender hand covered my mouth. She shook her head
and said, "Don't say anything... I won't blame you."

I pulled Sister Ling's body into my arms, the fragrance of her hair filling my nostrils, the skin of her back
smooth . Sister Ling's breasts pressed against my chest, constantly tempting me to commit another crime.

Sister Ling's soft, boneless hand explored my genitals, caressing my penis. My restless little brother
responded playfully, standing erect, gradually thickening and swelling. Having already experienced what we had just gone through, I was no longer at ease.
My right hand also reached to her breasts, grasping her full breasts, caressing and kneading. I drew circles on her nipples,
teasing her with my thumb. Her panting breaths echoed in the room. I lowered my head and kissed her passionately,
caressing each other's bodies. Our naked bodies writhed and rubbed against each other on the bed.

"No...it's dirty,"

Sister Ling ignored me and lowered her head to take my swollen penis into her warm mouth. Her nimble tongue
licked and circled the glans. It was so itchy, so numb. The stimulation made me howl...my thick penis
became even harder in Sister Ling's mouth. She held my testicles in her hands and gently stroked and played with them. It was so uncomfortable. Through her
long hair , I could see my penis going in and out of her mouth, such a lewd scene.

Sister Ling flipped over and straddled me, her hands guiding my penis into her wet vagina. The pink vaginal flesh
was squeezed out by my penis, forming a small circle that tightly wrapped around it. My thick penis moved in and out of her warm, wet
vagina , and I arched my back to match her movements.

"Oh...ah...um...oh...all the way in...um
...um...um, so good..." My hands were restless, grasping her breasts and kneading them hard
.

"So good...so good...good...little brother...sister...sister feels so good." Sister Ling
quickly stroked my penis, twisting her upper body and swinging her long hair.

"Harder...little brother...mmm...oh...hmm...all the way in
..."

Sister Ling cried out wildly, stroking me frantically, until she could no longer hold on and rolled over to kneel on the bed,
letting me enter from behind.

Her waist was slender and her buttocks white. I thrust my penis deep into her vagina from behind, riding her in
a doggy-style mating position. Sister Ling, her hands on the headboard
, moved her large buttocks in rhythm with my thrusts. The lustful fluid flowing from her vagina soaked our pubic hair.
Each thrust splashed fluid onto the sheets, some running down her thighs. "Ah…
little brother… you're so good… you're fucking me… I… it feels so good!"

I lifted her from behind, cupping her breasts in my hands, my penis continuing to thrust.
The area where our bodies were joined grew increasingly hot, my penis deeply drawn to her warm vagina. The secreted love juice felt so
good on my glans, hot and itchy.

"Oh...oh oh...mmm...brother is so amazing."

"Sister loves you so much...oh...ah, so deep...too deep, brother...your penis is
so big...so thick...it's killing me...faster!"

We returned to the normal position, Ling's legs reluctantly clamping tightly around my waist. We embraced each other, man on top
, passionately kissing and thrusting wildly. The slurping sounds were from my penis
moving rapidly inside her, while the slapping sounds were from my scrotum hitting her buttocks.

I panted heavily, moving like a little motor inside Ling's wet, hot vagina, holding
her fragrant body tightly. Passionate sweat flowed down our bodies, mixing together, sticky and sticky.

"Faster, faster... good little brother... harder... almost there... faster..."
Sister Ling screamed hysterically beneath me, and I, panting heavily, made my final sprint, frantically thrusting
my penis, pounding heavily into the deepest part of Sister Ling's flower.

"Ah... ah... um... faster... faster... oh, so good...
it feels... like... flying... flying..." Sister Ling cried out while biting my
shoulder with her teeth.

"Um... oh... um... ah... almost there... almost there...
so good!"

"I'm coming too... good sister... ah... ah... I'm coming!" I
breathed heavily, ejaculating all the essence I had accumulated over the years into Sister Ling's body.

Sister Ling's cheeks flushed crimson, the satisfaction of orgasm rising within her.
Exhausted I lay on top of Ling Jie, unwilling to pull my now-soft penis out, wanting to savor
her warmth a little longer.

We made love again that day in the shower,

but I was too weak to continue. From that day on, I never saw Ling Jie again; she was gone. She returned to the city where she had lived, without even telling me
before , perhaps unable to face it. It wasn't until months later that I received a
letter from her, without a return address. Perhaps she was afraid I would act impulsively and go to her, simply not wanting to see me again. She
told me she was doing well, that she never regretted having me. What more could I ask for? We
had shared those beautiful memories, even if it was only one night, it was enough!

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