A fleeting ambiguous story

This city holds too many ambiguous stories. From the very beginning, the ending was known: hasty encounters, hasty declarations of love, not even a proper farewell before a hasty departure. Years passed in regret, waking on mornings devoid of dreams, no longer heartbroken, having lost that feeling of love. Day and night, people came and went.

One day, I pretended to be sick and called her, asking her to come visit. She did come, and when she realized I was lying, she was slightly angry. I said I really wanted to eat her cooking, and so pots and pans clattered as I started cooking. That meal was delicious, and afterwards, my sister and I watched a movie and chatted.

I remember it was a South Korean erotic film, "The Lover," with many explicit scenes. Dry wood, raging fire, the temperature in the room gradually rose. I noticed my sister was a little restless, radiating a captivating charm, exuding the aura of a sophisticated woman.

I tentatively put my arm around my sister's shoulder, not flinching, and continued kissing her neck. She murmured, "No, don't do this." I understood: the more a woman says no, the more she wants it. After kissing her for a while, she pushed me away, saying she needed to take a shower. She was indeed a woman who understood romance. I helped her adjust the water temperature, and I prepared for our passionate encounter.

When my sister came out of the bathroom, she brought a delicate fragrance, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. Seeing such a sensual sight, my primal desires erupted. I slowly removed her underwear, and a fragrant, smooth, and supple body dazzled me. A young girl has the tenderness of a young girl, while a mature woman possesses her own voluptuousness. Seeing me staring at her like that, my sister shyly closed her eyes.

I kissed her body passionately—her neck, back, behind her ears, breasts, down to her abdomen and waist—it seemed… I wanted to devour her. My gaze lingered longest on her breasts, full and firm, showing no signs of sagging.

Her pubic hair was neatly arranged at her vulva; reaching in, I found it already soaking wet. I found her clitoris with my fingers, rubbing it incessantly while my middle finger stirred inside her vagina. My sister was already aroused, gripping my thick penis and stroking it. Soon, she took it into her mouth, her soft tongue swirling around the head of my penis, her hands busy kneading my testicles. My sister exuded a rich, mature woman's scent, stimulating my senses.

I gasped, spreading her legs wide, and thrusting my penis forcefully into her wet vagina, pumping in and out with nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one. Soon, my sister cried out loudly, shouting, "Harder, harder!" I increased the speed of my thrusts, each one reaching the deepest part of her uterus.

My sister's frenzied, greedy lust gradually wore her down. She was drenched in sweat, her body trembling violently. But the impending climax overwhelmed her; she was in a semi-conscious state, craving my intense penetration, unable to resist my more vigorous thrusts. I increased the speed of my thrusts, pumping harder…

From the bed to the floor, my sister kept crying out that she couldn't take it anymore, and I couldn't take it either. Just before I ejaculated, I quickly pulled out my penis, shooting my hot semen onto my sister's shapely buttocks. My sister, still sweating and panting, said I thrust too fast… Afterwards, my sister, languid and weak, looked blissfully happy as she hugged me and chatted, seemingly still savoring the passionate pleasure of the moment.

I also learned that her husband frequently had affairs and rarely came home; they had been separated for some time. No wonder my sister's desires were so strong. Looking at the woman lying beside me, who had just been writhing wildly beneath me, moaning lewdly, I felt a pang of mixed emotions. Let her build her own beautiful world, enjoying this moment of innocent and blissful illusion.

My sister and I lived in opposite directions, one in the east of the city and the other in the west. At that time, she was also working hard on her career while raising a child; it wasn't easy for her! I had even considered moving out of her and her husband's house to buy another one, saying it would be easier for me to visit her that way. My sister never mentioned finding me a girlfriend again, but at that time, I was caught between the love and desire of two young girls, savoring my immature, youthful body.

My sister also told me that several outstanding men were pursuing her, which I figured was nothing more than business deals. Our second meeting was over two months after our first. She said her computer hard drive was broken, and I offered to fix it for her.

At my house, I easily fixed it, and even copied a few pornographic videos onto it for her. She said it might be the last time we met. I didn't say anything, just held her, and our bodies began to roll around on the bed again.

As my penis donned its battle armor, I pressed my sister down beneath me, then gripped it, aimed it at her vagina, and thrust it in relentlessly, pumping in and out without mercy. Soon, her body trembled, her hair flying wildly… Love should be passionate and unrestrained, sex should be intense and exhilarating. My thoughts were as she wished.

Seeing my sister's seductive and frenzied state only fueled my vigorous thrusting, sweat and vaginal fluids spreading across the bed. We continued this for over half an hour, both of us panting heavily, the air thick with the scent of desire. I lifted my sister up again, letting her legs wrap around my waist, sitting her on my lap, supporting her body only with my hard, erect penis, making her move back and forth, swaying up and down, enjoying the pleasure of being penetrated. Our

two intertwined bodies seemed inseparable, a dance of bodies unfolding, accompanied only by heavy breathing and shouts. Drops of nectar were drawn out with each intense movement, the viscous fluid clinging to our joined bodies, slowly sliding down our legs. Both of us looked as if we'd just been drenched in rain. We made love twice that day, spending over four hours in tender intimacy with my sister.

Her mature and alluring body couldn't hold my heart. I still longed for the world, for those beautiful colors, radiant faces, and warm embraces.

Later, I contacted my sister less and less. The last time I saw her was when she was seriously ill. The hospital happened to be just steps from my workplace, so I visited her during my lunch break. She looked noticeably more haggard than before; she used to be a voluptuous and charming woman. A middle-aged man stood beside her; I figured he wasn't her ex-husband, since she was already divorced.

My sister smiled and asked me, "Do you still remember Mengmeng? You've known each other for about a year now," I replied listlessly. This answer didn't reflect my true feelings; only I knew what I really felt. My sister told me that Mengmeng was living happily in England, and that she and her husband had moved their business to Europe. She even gave me Mengmeng's MSN number, saying that Mengmeng missed her friends back in China.

After I left, I tossed the note with the MSN contact into the wind… The wind swirled fallen leaves, a desolate gust, its murmur echoing weakly in my heart.

The images of Mengmeng, Xiaorui, and my sister—either popped up unexpectedly or were relegated to the depths of memory by time.

Love in the pleasure quarters leaves no trace; in the end, everyone is but

a drop in the ocean of this vast mortal world. A glance down reveals the passage of time.

[The End]

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