I slept with my pregnant junior sister.

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I Slept with My Pregnant Junior Sister
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One day after work, as soon as I walked in the door, my wife rushed over, hugged me excitedly, and said, "
I got the spot to go to America this time!"
I pretended to be excited too, and took her to a restaurant to celebrate. That night, we inevitably celebrated again in bed.
My wife was very excited, so she quickly got into character, reached her peak, and fell fast asleep in my arms
. I, on the other hand, didn't feel tired as usual, and kept my eyes open, lost in thought.
Actually, I didn't want her to go to America, but there was nothing I could do. It was her long-cherished wish, and I couldn't
stop her. Her company has a few spots for going abroad every year. America is the top choice, and everyone fights tooth and nail for it
; Britain is also good, Australia is acceptable, and for the other smaller countries, everyone tries their best to decline, because going to
those countries counts as going abroad, and you won't get a chance next time. Only a few
people who might not get a chance for seven or eight years would step forward to rescue everyone, since they had at least gone abroad.
Actually, the place in America wasn't good; it was a small town in the central mountains, equivalent to
a county town in southern China. Everyone who came back complained. After a year abroad, they only received a few hundred dollars a month
for food, all their domestic benefits were canceled, resulting in a difference of seventy or eighty thousand yuan. They didn't get any degrees,
not even a "prestigious" degree. And now, less than a year after 9/11, there was anthrax, which was terrifying. Even
so, it couldn't stop people's enthusiasm for America.
The procedures for going abroad were processed quickly, except for the visa. Because the US was under terrorist threat
, visas were extremely difficult to obtain. Out of 600 people a day, only twenty or thirty could get a visa. Even so,
there were always crowds outside the embassy. My wife was rejected twice, but she persisted, never giving up,
contacting the US again and again, going back and forth, which even annoyed me.
This time, however, I truly experienced the ruthlessness of the US visa process. Those with good English are denied visas; if
their English is so good, they wouldn't need to go to the US to study. Those with poor English are denied visas; with such poor English, they obviously can't accomplish anything in the US and are suspected of having
immigration intentions. Children visiting parents are refused visas; parents visiting children are refused visas. Even the most important thing in the US—marital relations—is
denied; some couples separated for four or five years just wanting to reunite for a month or two are still refused visas.
The most ridiculous thing is that a large state-owned company from another region needed to purchase equipment for technological upgrades, worth
tens of millions of US dollars. They had shortlisted one company each in the US, Germany, and Japan, and needed to conduct due diligence before making a final
decision. They knew US visas were difficult to obtain, so they not only provided invitation letters from the recipients but also
a letter personally signed by the CEOs, pleading with the embassy to be lenient, emphasizing how important these individuals were to the US economy
.
Because the other party was a world-class corporation, and the purchase amount was tens of millions of US dollars, the people in the domestic company thought everything
was foolproof. They scheduled an interview date, booked flights for the next day, and even issued tickets. The US
embassy visa officer was incredibly accommodating: 3 out of 8 people were granted visas—a success rate of nearly 40%,
eight times the average.
However, the problem was that the company's vice president—the decision-maker—the chief engineer—the technical director, and the
translator—not just any translator, but a company-trained, industry-specific technical translator,
certainly not a regular English translator—didn't get visas. The three who did get visas were a section chief from the State Planning Commission, a
section chief from an industry ministry, and a department head in the company—none of them were useful.
Nobody understood the visa officer's criteria. To be fair, the company's vice president, though never to the US,
had traveled extensively, visiting dozens of countries in Europe, Asia, and Africa, and held an official passport. The translator, who had been to the US,
was also refused a visa. The section chief, who had never been abroad, was granted a visa
. What was the visa officer thinking? There was no other way but to cancel the plane tickets and urgently call the US to cancel the visit. In the end, both Chinese and Americans complained
. Did this benefit the Japanese and Germans?
Under such difficult conditions, my wife finally got her visa on her third attempt. With only a few days left before the start of the semester,
it was time for course selection, registration, applying for dorms, and a frantic shopping spree to pack. After years of marriage,
a year apart inevitably leads to longing and intimacy, which is only natural.
However, with increased quantity comes decreased quality, sometimes becoming merely a formality. But I felt I should
make up for some of the hundred-plus nights of separation, so I was exhausted every day. Fortunately, my wife
's period was coming soon, and she was in high spirits, so there were a few memorable moments.
The day before boarding, we played all day with our son, and in the evening, as usual, we had a farewell ceremony, but I was already
exhausted. After caressing her for a while, she was still dry. I finally managed to get an erection, but seeing this, I couldn't
help but feel dejected. My wife touched my little darling, and I stroked her dry lips, and could only sigh
, "Looks like I'll have to do it tomorrow morning. I'll get up early tomorrow."
I set the alarm clock half an hour earlier.
The next morning, I was woken up by the alarm clock while still half asleep, and I quickly turned it off. By then, I was
full of energy, and as usual, my darling got hard without any stimulation. I reached under my wife's buttocks, but it was still dry. Logically, there should 　　be some discharge
in the morning .
My wife grumbled, "I barely slept last night. You can do it from behind yourself
; I'm too tired."
Hearing this, I deflated. Doing it myself? I might as well just masturbate. Besides, how am I supposed to get in like that
?
I was exhausted too, so I dozed off again, cuddling my wife's breasts. An hour passed, then
something on my mind woke me up suddenly. I checked the time and quickly woke my wife, yelling, "Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!! We're late!"
My wife jumped up and went to the bathroom to get ready. I hurriedly woke my parents and child, and after a
flurry of activity, the five of us finally arrived at the airport on time.
After seeing my parents and child off, I spent some more time with my wife before heading home. Back in the cold, quiet...
Home... I really can't adjust to it anymore. There's no children's laughter, no wife's tenderness; I'm all
alone. It's no longer a home. Sometimes I wake up suddenly at night, only to find no one beside me.
I throw all my energy into work, arriving early in the morning and never rushing
home at night. My contact with my wife is limited to emails and online chats on weekends, because of the ten-plus-
hour time difference between China and the US, my days and nights are reversed. Sometimes I download pictures and movies to relieve my boredom and let loose.
Once, some Singaporeans came to the company, and I went out to entertain them that night, using the opportunity to pay for a prostitute.
It wasn't the first time I'd gone to a brothel, but I hadn't done it since getting married, always living a dutiful life. This
time, however, I felt particularly unsatisfied. Listening to the prostitute's insincere moans, and with the tingling sensation, I still felt
empty afterward, completely lacking the satisfaction I felt after making love with my wife, especially the sense of conquest I felt the next day after making her ecstatic
. So I never went to a prostitute again; I relied on myself for everything.
Several girls at the company have been interested in me for a while, and now that they're single, they're even more eager to flirt with me
. One of my secretaries even texted me late at night, from midnight to 3 a.m., which I couldn't resist. I finally
invited her to the pizza place, but she thought I was interested in her and completely abandoned her usual respectful attitude, instead playfully
scolding me. She also told me about how her sister caught her watching porn with a guy and
how she had a huge argument with her.
She concluded by saying, "I didn't want to explain anything to my sister. I told her, 'Think what you want
, I said it's nothing, do whatever you want!' Actually, I really didn't do anything with him, do you
believe me?" "Or..."
she said, feigning shyness as she lowered her head, a blush creeping onto her face.
The flirtation was too obvious, so I had to offer a long, earnest explanation to refuse her. I said
it was entirely for her own good, and she'd understand later. She nodded amicably, and I walked her all the way to the subway
station before going home.
I'm not a saint, but I have my principles. These girls are undeniably alluring,
especially the thrill of deflowering a virgin—it's such a accomplishment for a man. However, I'm a high-ranking executive in the company,
and I absolutely won't gamble with my future. If I get involved in these things, it's bound to get out, and
these days, who knows what girls are really up to? It could very well backfire.
Like that girl who claims to be a virgin—even if she is, her cunt has probably been touched by countless men; at most, she's
a biological virgin. She wasn't some innocent young girl; those kinds of people are the most dangerous. Even if I don't find someone I'm compatible with
, I'd rather find someone with whom I have no mutual desires, and then part ways.
Days passed, and the weather quickly turned cold; early winter arrived in the blink of an eye. The Tianjin branch
was holding a client meeting, requiring a speech from a head office leader to show their attention to the Tianjin clients, and I readily
agreed. Since I needed to go down to inspect work after the meeting, I didn't want to use the branch's official vehicle, so I brought my own
.
The meeting went very well. After lunch, my driver and I went down to get a comprehensive understanding of the situation, leaving only one salesperson
to lead the way, and letting everyone else do their own thing. After visiting more than a dozen companies, I felt there was no
need to go any further, so I sent the salesperson back and headed straight back to Beijing.
I had drunk a bit too much at lunch and felt dizzy, so I took out my PDA. I read two English erotic novels
—I always like to download English content, partly to practice my English, and partly to avoid any
inappropriateness if others see the Chinese version. As I read, I felt some liquid seeping out, a bloated, uncomfortable feeling. I put
away my PDA, rubbed my tired eyes, and, overcome by drowsiness, lay down on the back seat and fell asleep.
As I slept, I felt the car start and stop intermittently. I opened my eyes and saw that we had reached
the end of the highway. It was the weekend, and there were many cars, so there was a long line of traffic. It was almost six o'clock, and
I still didn't know where to have dinner. I suddenly remembered that my junior classmate had bought a house nearby, so I called
her. She was indeed home, so I told the driver to take me there.
My junior classmate was two years younger than me, and we didn't work for the same employer, just the same major. She entered the university when I was
in my final year. She went directly from being a recent graduate... The girl who entered the university was quite young and spoke
softly. Because of our different personalities and the fact that we were two years apart, our interactions were limited to department meetings and
activities—just nodding acquaintances. What truly brought us closer was my wife.
When my wife (my girlfriend at the time) came to visit, finding a place to stay was always a problem.
The girls in my class (of the same year) were all rather strange; the few who were easy to get along with would either go home to their husbands or boyfriends on weekends
. Fortunately, I usually liked to help others (my wife said I was naturally a womanizer and forbade me from being
nice to girls), so I helped them fix headphones, portable music players, desk lamps, and other electrical appliances.
He did odd jobs like heating cups, setting up electric stoves, installing sockets, and running electrical wires , so he was fairly popular and no one would refuse him a room no matter which one he knocked on.
However, my wife stayed there a few times and then didn't want to stay anymore because the people there weren't very welcoming. When we went in the evening, they
would just point out which bed to take us to, and then barely talk; they'd just read by themselves, which was quite boring. When we left in the morning
, they would just give us a perfunctory greeting. Actually, for them, that was already considered a courtesy.
One time, we came back from watching a movie a bit late, and several rooms were dark. We were wandering around the hallway
when we suddenly saw my junior colleague coming out of the bathroom. We asked her what was wrong, and she warmly said it was no problem. In the room... She was
the only one there; everyone else was busy with other things and rarely stayed in the dorm on weekends.
The next day, when my wife saw me, she praised my junior colleague highly, saying she was understanding, gentle, and lovely, and even
tried her best to introduce her to a boyfriend. I asked my wife what was so good about her, and she said that my junior colleague had let her use her basin
to wash, which is something girls usually dislike. The two of them talked until midnight, and the next morning
, my junior colleague got up early to prepare breakfast for her.
From then on, whenever my wife came to visit, she only stayed at my junior colleague's place and never went anywhere else.
I also gradually became familiar with my junior colleague, and even invited her to two gatherings. These gatherings were...
Men and women would gather together, buy groceries, cook their own meals, buy some wine, eat and drink, and then play cards. But my junior classmate
couldn't drink, couldn't sing, couldn't tell jokes, and couldn't play cards. At these times, she would always sit
forlornly in a corner. Only when my wife was around did she not feel lonely, and I felt sorry for her. She did enjoy
these gatherings, but I was afraid of spoiling everyone's fun, so I rarely approached her.
A classmate of mine had a crush on her and begged me to talk to her, because my wife wasn't
familiar with that classmate, so only I could do it myself. As soon as I finished speaking, my junior classmate flatly refused, which surprised me, because
she was always indecisive. I listed all the good qualities of that person, but my junior classmate remained silent. Finally, I
asked her, "What kind of person do you want?"
She hesitated for a long time before saying, "At least someone like my senior."
From then on, I never mentioned this matter again, nor did I ever discuss it with my wife.
After graduation, my junior classmate stayed at the university, which was a good fit for her. My junior colleague often came to my
house while I was at work, chatting with my wife for hours until I finished work, then went back to her dorm. So, after graduation, I hardly
saw her. Sometimes she'd come in the morning, and at lunchtime, the two of them would finish all the leftovers from the previous day, praising my
cooking and saying my wife was lucky. She'd then take a nap at my house until 4 or 5 pm.
Once, I went to visit a client, and since it wasn't far from home, I went straight home. That day, I don't know why
, maybe I was bursting to pee, my crotch was bulging, and I really wanted to have sex. I opened the door and went straight to the toilet. Since
it's just the two of us, we never close the door when we pee. Because my penis was erect, I had to bend over to
pee into the toilet.
While I was peeing, I heard a shuffling sound. I thought it was my wife waking up, so I didn't look. When she was almost
at the door, I said, "Wait a minute, I'll be done soon, look how hard it is."
But the figure quickly disappeared, which I found very strange.
After I finished urinating, I returned to the bedroom and saw my wife lying on her side. Thinking she was pretending to be asleep, I took off my pants and shirt
, reached into her pajamas, and grabbed her breast. My wife groggily opened her eyes: "Ah! What time
is it? Why are you back so early? Did Junior Sister leave?"
Only then did I realize that the person from earlier must have been Junior Sister. Because I get up early, I never make the bed,
and my wife usually doesn't either; they just leave it spread out on the bed, so it's impossible to tell anyone had slept there.
Junior Sister must have seen everything, because there's a nearly two-meter-long passageway outside our toilet.
Junior Sister must have walked to the door in her sleep, heard me speak, saw my comical appearance, and also saw
my erect penis.
I put my clothes back on and went to another room. Junior Sister was indeed there. When she saw me, she blushed
and lowered her head. I didn't say anything, just made a "please" gesture. She lowered her head and quickly rushed out of the room
to the toilet. After using the restroom, she insisted on leaving despite our desperate attempts to persuade her to stay. She continued
to come to our house as usual, but we never saw her again.
Later, a boy pursued her relentlessly, and she couldn't resist, so she got married. My junior colleague has really had a tough time.
After marriage, her husband was stationed in another city and rarely came home. She became pregnant not long after the wedding, but because they had sex after drinking, and she
had taken medication for a cold before pregnancy, she consulted doctors and my wife, and ultimately decided to have an abortion. After my wife gave birth
, she brought a lot of things to visit, but then rarely came. More than six months after the miscarriage, she is now pregnant again,
probably six or seven months along. It seems they haven't enjoyed much intimacy in their marriage over the past year
.
Passing a pharmacy, I got out and bought two bottles of "Centrum Multivitamin" to supplement my junior colleague's vitamins; she'll
need it sooner or later anyway. In my haste, this was the only thing I could buy, otherwise, it would be difficult to find a gift for our first meeting.
The car quickly arrived at my junior colleague's apartment complex. The complex was still quite desolate, with only a few service facilities, but
there was a large supermarket not far away. Setting up such a large supermarket in a newly developed area
required a certain amount of courage.
I saw my junior colleague standing at the entrance of the complex, heavily pregnant. I got out of the car, sent the driver back to the company, and
went with her to her home. She had bought a spacious three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment. Her father had moved back home because he wasn't used to living there
; he had been sick a few days ago, and her mother had also temporarily gone back to take care of him for a couple of days. Her younger brother sometimes came over, but
it was inconvenient for him because he lived in Qinghe.
We chatted for a while, and suddenly we heard the prelude to the evening news—it was already seven o'clock—so I said, "Let's go, it's time
to eat."
My junior colleague said, "There's nothing good to eat downstairs, only a hot pot restaurant that's okay."
I was shocked: "How can you still eat hot pot?"
My junior colleague asked, puzzled, "What's wrong with hot pot?"
I told her that pregnant women shouldn't eat hot pot, as it might affect the fetus. I said, "Forget it,
let's just buy some groceries and cook ourselves."
My junior colleague said, "We don't have much food at home, where are we going to buy it so late? Besides, what time will it take to cook?"
I confidently said, "I promise you'll have dinner before 7:45."
I went to the kitchen and only found two tomatoes and two potatoes. I told my junior colleague, "You move around
a bit, boil some water, wash the tomatoes, chop them into small pieces, peel a scallion, and start cooking the rice. Wait for me."
I asked for the bicycle keys, inquired about the bike, went downstairs, and rode straight to the supermarket. The supermarket was indeed quite
large, with everything imaginable. It was close to closing time, so there were discounted items everywhere. I picked out a piece of braised beef
, grabbed a bag of bean sprouts, a box of ginger, and some peanuts that looked good, so I took a bag of those too. There were only two Wuchang fish left
, so I took one at a 30% discount, and also grabbed a bunch of wood ear fungus and a bunch of wormwood stalks.
When I got back, my junior colleague had already started cooking the rice and boiled the water. I washed the peanuts and
gently simmered them in the wok. I prepared the Wuchang fish; by then the rice was ready, so I steamed the fish
. Next, I washed the vegetables. The peanuts were almost cooked, so I added a little oil, tossed them a few times, and took them out of the wok. Then I stir-fried the tomatoes, added water, and poured it
into a soup pot. By then the rice was cooked, so I stir-fried some chrysanthemum greens in another pan.
My junior colleague watched me work methodically, occasionally helping out. Before long, a fried peanut...
Raw rice, braised beef, cold bean sprout salad, stir-fried wormwood stems, tomato and wood ear mushroom soup, and
steamed Wuchang fish were all served on the table. I glanced at my watch; it was 7:45. My junior colleague said sincerely, "You're amazing!
I couldn't finish this in two hours."
I said smugly, "Everything needs planning; with a plan, nothing is a problem. It's a bit rushed today, so let's just
make do."
Sitting down, my junior colleague suddenly asked, "Want to drink? What kind?"
I said baijiu (Chinese liquor), and she brought out a bottle of Fenjiu and a bottle of dry red wine, along with two glasses. I was surprised: "You
're drinking?" My
junior colleague said, "Just a little, no problem."
The Fenjiu was brought from home by her father; it was in a porcelain bottle and had been aged for over ten years, making it very refreshing. My junior colleague
praised each dish as she ate it, and the two of us finished everything. She probably ate more than I did,
as I drank about seven liang (approximately 350ml) of liquor and a glass of dry red wine. My junior colleague only drank a little red wine.
The two of them cleared away the dishes, and I washed them. Returning to the living room, my junior sister had already made tea. I sat
on the sofa, feeling a little dizzy from the aftereffects of the Fenjiu liquor. My junior sister sat down on the sofa, then stood up
, rubbing her stomach, and said, "I ate too much, too much. It's all your fault, making it so delicious, I ate too much.
Come for a walk with me, okay?"
I was also trying to sober up, so I went out with her.
The streetlights in the neighborhood weren't on yet, but the moon was beautiful, round and large, probably around the fifteenth of the lunar month.
We walked slowly, saying nothing. A young couple walked towards us; they must have been walking
home. The wife was heavily pregnant, probably seven or eight months along, clinging tightly to her husband's arm
. I looked at my junior sister... My sister kept her eyes fixed on them until they went inside.
A gust of wind blew by; the early winter wind was already a bit chilly. My sister couldn't help but snuggle against me
. I reached out and gently hugged her, then let go. She took my arm, and we
walked slowly and silently.
Back in the room, it was almost ten o'clock. I wanted to go home. My sister said, "There are no taxis now. A taxi
will cost at least 40 yuan, and you'll have to walk to the Fourth Ring Road and wait ages to get one. Why don't you stay here tonight
? I can ask you more questions."
I thought about it and agreed.
My sister found me a set of pajamas, saying they were her father's, and told me to take a shower. After showering, I smelled
my underwear; it already smelled bad, so I put on the pajamas. When I returned to the living room, my sister had already made up the guest room
for me to sleep in. I told her to go shower, and I sat on the sofa watching TV.
A long time passed before my sister came out; it turned out she had also washed her hair. She said, "My hair won't dry for half a day.
If you're not sleepy, chat with me for a while."
I didn't have anything planned for tomorrow anyway, so I chatted with her. I sat on the sofa, and she sat in a chair. We
chatted about this and that, but we didn't really have many things in common. Most of the conversation revolved around pregnancy and children
. When I learned that she rarely took vitamins and folic acid supplements, I became a little anxious: "Why don't you take care of anything
? I think you're worse than a country bumpkin."
She wasn't angry; instead, she said sincerely, "Senior, you all know so much, how come I
know nothing? Like what to eat and what not to eat, nobody tells me anything. Since I got pregnant, we've eaten
hot pot so many times! We go whenever we're too lazy to cook, and now I regret it so much! Senior, I want to ask you,
is there any way to get rid of these stretch marks? They're so ugly."
I said, "As long as you keep applying vitamin E ointment to improve skin elasticity, you can alleviate the symptoms."
She said, "Can I still recover now?"
Saying this, she stood up and lifted her pajamas. I saw that her belly was very large, her skin had been stretched to the point of tearing, and
the stretch marks were wide and deep. Because her pajamas couldn't cover her belly, they slipped down to her lower abdomen, probably just above her pubic hair, and
her belly button was already protruding.
I said to her, "First, junior sister, you're already stretched like this, it's probably going to be tough.
It'll be fine after a year or so after giving birth. Second, your belly button is protruding, so it's probably a boy. Third?..."
My junior sister asked anxiously, "Tell me! Tell me! What is it?"
I gritted my teeth and said, "Third, it's getting cold now, you should protect your belly and not let the baby feel
the cold outside. Wear maternity underwear."
"Maternity underwear? What kind? I've never heard of it."
I told her that maternity underwear has a long crotch that can be pulled up to the belly to protect the abdomen. She immediately said, "Really
? You have to come with me to buy some tomorrow."
She then asked, "Do you also have maternity bras?"
I said, "Of course, but if your old ones still work, you don't necessarily have to buy more. They're very expensive,
over two hundred yuan."
My junior sister is very meticulous; she definitely wouldn't buy a bra that costs over two hundred yuan. She said, "Then take a look at mine, is it
okay?" With that, she lifted her pajamas all the way up. The moment I saw them, my lower body felt like it was on fire, and I instantly
became hard. My junior's bra was too small, barely accommodating half of her breasts, and due to the earlier movement
, her left nipple was already showing. I hadn't seen a woman's body in a long time, so this was a natural physiological
reaction.
I had originally been leaning against the sofa with my hands behind my head, and since I wasn't wearing underwear, my erection was very obvious. I
immediately changed position, leaning forward. As soon as I lifted her clothes, she felt the cool air, so she immediately knew
and quickly put her pajamas down. She must have seen my erection too, because people are very sensitive to moving objects.
We were silent for about a minute.
To break the awkward silence, I spoke first: "I won't comment on whether we should buy them or not. Your sister-in-law
often did the same thing, so we gritted our teeth and spent over five hundred to buy two, but now they're completely useless, and
we can't even give them away. Besides..."
I hesitated again.
My junior sister calmed down and said, "Senior, we're discussing scientific issues here
. Don't hold back any advice; just say it all."
Encouraged by her, I felt much more relaxed and spoke frankly: "Actually, the bra isn't the most important issue..."
"You have another big problem. Your nipples are severely inverted. If you don't address it,
it will cause a major problem for your baby when breastfeeding, and they might even bleed."
My junior colleague said, "I've read about it in books, and sometimes I've tried pulling on them and wiping them with a towel, but it hurts so much."
I said, "If you're afraid of the pain now, what if your baby sucks and the nipples break open? Once they've scabbed over, you'll still have to breastfeed,
and they'll break open again. You can't stop breastfeeding, so it'll never heal properly, and it might even cause mastitis.
Both you and your baby will suffer then. It's better to endure the pain now than later."
My junior colleague said, "I'll definitely persevere. Thank you for your advice."
After a pause, she asked again, "Isn't there a good way that isn't too painful but can still heal?"
I smiled mysteriously and didn't answer. My junior colleague got impatient, sat down next to me, and shook my arm: "
Tell me, tell me! You're so boring, always holding back."
I said, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that you won't need it, and there are side effects."
My junior colleague said, "Whether I need it or not, just consider it an opportunity to learn something, okay?"
I said, "It's very simple, just practice the baby's sucking motion beforehand."
My junior colleague was a bit slow-witted and didn't react immediately: "What? How do I practice?"
I said, "Just let someone suckle your milk every day, and over time it will have a better effect than a towel, right?
And it will also suck out the nipple, keeping the milk ducts clear. Besides, it's comfortable to suckle."
My junior colleague understood; the only person who can suckle is her husband, not even her mother. She asked again:
"What about the side effects?"
I really couldn't do anything with her, and replied, "What side effects do you think there could be? Won't problems arise after a while
?"
Seeing my mischievous smile, my junior colleague understood what the problem was this time and didn't ask any more questions. After thinking for a moment, she asked again,
"Did you and your sister-in-law have any problems? People say you can't do that during pregnancy. We haven't done it since she got pregnant
."
I smiled and said, "That's human instinct, let nature take its course. You have to suckle every day, but you can't
have sex every day, right?" My
junior sister said, "You two didn't have any problems? You can still do that while pregnant?"
I saw that my junior sister's face was flushed, and I figured she must be feeling the heat of the moment. It must have been tough for
her not to have sex for more than half a year. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head: why don't I try to sleep with her?
Thinking of this, I relaxed, resumed my supine position, and said, "Actually, I think
the happiest time for a couple is during the months of pregnancy, especially after five or six months. You see, the honeymoon is wonderful, but
in that initial confusion, you can't be completely open; after a while, you're afraid of getting pregnant, so you're always awkward; and at least
one week a month you can't have sex because of your period; only during these months, you're not afraid of pregnancy, and you don't have your period, so every week is
the same; besides, after getting pregnant, your libido is good, and you have more lubrication, making penetration particularly smooth, and it's especially
easy to reach orgasm. Junior sister..." "Can you feel it?"
My junior sister was getting restless on the sofa, her voice trembling slightly. "But isn't my stomach hurting from the pressure
?"
I couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Don't be so old-fashioned. Humans aren't animals because they can be face-to-face
; but we can't lose our animal instincts. We can do it from behind, we can lick with our mouths, we can touch with our hands.
Actually, it feels really good from behind. Don't you want to try? Your sister-in-law and I have almost never stopped, except
the day before she went for her checkup. The day before she was hospitalized, we had sex once in the evening and once in the morning. For several months in a row, we did it
from behind." "It's from behind now, and I always ejaculate from behind last time. She says it goes in deeper that way, and
it's especially powerful when I ejaculate." "
At this point, my junior sister was completely limp on top of me, her face almost pressed against my bulging penis
. I helped her up, wrapped my left arm around her neck, and kissed her lips. My right hand reached under her nightgown and gently
unhooked her bra. Under my passionate kisses, she was too weak to think. I gently
blew into her ear and said, 'Junior sister, let me suck you, okay?'
It was the word 'junior sister' that reminded her; she pushed me away immediately. " I said, "I can't betray my sister-in-law."
I pulled her close again and said, "We haven't had sex for months, it would be
nice to satisfy each other. Besides, I like you, little sister."
This was pure nonsense, but it worked. She threw herself into my arms: "I've always
liked you, but I never had the chance. I've always wanted to find someone like you, but I can never find one. I'm
really jealous of my sister-in-law. I like you, that's why I always deliberately avoid you, you know that?" I kissed away
her tears, comforting her constantly, and helped her to the bedroom.
I helped her sit down on the edge of the bed, supporting her neck with my right hand and gently laying her down . I took the opportunity
to touch her crotch with my left hand; her pajama bottoms were already soaked with a patch the size of my palm, and I could feel the heat even through the two layers of fabric
.
I pushed her to lie on her right side to make her more comfortable. You know, with thirty or forty
pounds of weight on her stomach, lying on her back is quite uncomfortable. As I kissed her, I unbuttoned her pajamas one button at a time
. Once unbuttoned, I pulled the corner of the blanket over her stomach to keep her warm, then pulled down her bra and
began kissing her breasts and nipples.
My junior's breasts weren't large to begin with, but they were full after pregnancy, though her nipples remained small, rosy
, and tender, like a little girl's. Her nipples were slightly inverted, and I swirled my tongue around them, occasionally sucking on them
. Soon, she let out a moan.
My left hand slipped inside her panties, gently tugging at her pubic hair, then slowly moved down,
pausing briefly at her mons pubis before turning back. I ran my hand slowly along her buttocks
, gently pressing down to encourage her to lift her buttocks, easily pulling her pajama bottoms and underwear down to her thighs
.
I didn't rush to attack her genitals, but instead slowly and repeatedly caressed her tailbone, groin, anus, and perineum
, while gently rubbing her right nipple with my right hand and kissing her ears and neck. Occasionally,
I would dab a little sticky fluid from her vulva and apply it to her perineum and anus.
My junior sister, probably never having experienced foreplay like this before, kept moaning. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer and
said shyly, "Come in."
I pretended to be ignorant: "Into where?"
My junior sister covered her face with her hands and said softly, "Inside."
I pressed further: "Where?"
My junior sister could only say, "Inside your vagina."
It felt a little strange coming from my junior sister's mouth with such a crude word, but it was understandable
. She was such an innocent person, she probably only knew the words "vagina" and "cunt." Saying "vagina" at this moment would be even more ridiculous
. It was really hard on my junior sister.
I immediately inserted my ring finger into my junior sister's hot and slippery cave, my middle finger kept
stroking between her clitoris and labia minora, and my thumb stayed on her anus and perineum. My junior sister's vaginal walls were relatively tender and smooth,
unlike some people's vaginas which were bumpy inside. Because she was lying on her back, my fingers could only stroke the back wall of her vagina
and could not reach her clitoris.
My junior sister kept squirming, crying out, "No, no, it's not a hand."
I deliberately asked, "Then what is it?"
She turned around and lightly slapped my crotch with her hand, "You bad boy! It's your...penis."
She blushed again after saying that.
I helped her sit up, took off her pajamas and bra, laid her down, pulled the blanket over her upper body,
got out of bed and took off her pajama bottoms and underwear, spreading her thighs apart: her pubic hair was very sparse and pale
, slightly yellowish, somewhat like her hair. Her armpit hair was also very sparse and light. Some people have little armpit hair but
thick pubic hair, while others have thick armpit hair and even thicker pubic hair. I had never seen anyone with such sparse pubic hair as my junior sister.
Even more peculiar was her vulva: her labia majora were not thick, just two narrow bulges,
slightly open at the moment; her labia minora were very small, which I had already felt when I touched them earlier, and I was still
somewhat surprised. Although her labia minora were very swollen, they still couldn't extend beyond her labia majora, unlike
most people whose labia minora always show a little bit.
I reached out and parted them; her labia minora were extremely tender, pink inside, and flesh-colored with a reddish
tinge at the tip and outside, unlike the brown or even black labia minora commonly seen in adults (as an aside, the color of the labia minora has absolutely
nothing to do with the number of sexual encounters, only with development; my first girlfriend's labia minora were brown, and
she was only nineteen years old that year—see "Youthful Memories (2)"). Her labia minora had very few folds, making her look like
a young girl.
Her clitoris was also very small, just a small mung bean-sized protrusion at the top of her vulva. I
pushed the surrounding skin up, revealing the clitoral head, which was almost bright red. I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and gently lick it; my junior sister
trembled all over with sensitivity, indicating that she rarely experienced stimulation.
I went to the bedside, turned on the bedside lamp, dimmed it to its lowest setting, then turned off the ceiling light. I got into bed, helped my junior sister
sit up, and positioned her feet towards the headboard and head towards the footboard, so that her genitals could be illuminated without being glaring. She remained
lying on her side. I had her straighten one leg and bend the other, then knelt between her legs to savor this rare, tender
opening.
It wasn't that I didn't want to penetrate her, but because I hadn't had sex in days, the heat
and the wetness would surely prevent me from lasting more than three minutes. My junior sister was currently in the throes of passion, and if
she didn't reach orgasm, it would be like throwing her into a living hell. While this was understandable in theory, it
was physically very uncomfortable. It's better to bury someone alive than to offer alms to a hungry monk. My junior sister's physical condition didn't allow for two consecutive attempts,
and besides, the interval between my erections was at least two or three hours, so I had to succeed this time.
Although she asked me to enter, I knew she was far from reaching her peak; she was definitely someone who came very
slowly. Therefore, I could only
satisfy my desires by giving her ample foreplay, including oral and manual stimulation, to bring her to climax . Although I don't enjoy sucking on
the genitals of other women except my first love and wife, I felt no disgust towards such a seductive vulva. I
couldn't help but suck on her thin labia, occasionally flicking my tongue across her clitoris
.
I inserted my left middle finger into her vagina, slowly searching for her clitoris. Finally, I found it; her
clitoris was located quite deep, just within reach of my fingertip. I used both my hands and mouth, and my junior sister writhed and
panted, letting out low growls like a wild animal. Suddenly, she straightened her legs, tightly clamping my
hand between them, her body convulsing back and forth. I knew she was close to climaxing, so I intensified my movements. In reality,
only my fingers could move; my hand was tightly gripped and I couldn't move it.
My fingers slid back and forth inside her vagina, occasionally touching her clitoris. She was completely overwhelmed
, pulling the blanket over her head and gasping for breath. It took her a while to finally lift the blanket; she was
drenched in sweat. I leaned over and kissed her lips with mine, my own lips wet with her juices, and
nuzzled her neck with my chin. I whispered, "Was it good?"
She said shyly, "Yes! Just...it was too scary, too intense, it felt a little...empty."
I took off my pajama bottoms and pajamas, and pulled her hand to touch my penis. She immediately pulled her hand away at the slightest touch. I
grabbed her hand again: "What are you afraid of? It's not like we've never met before."
She remained silent, acknowledging my previous spying. I asked again, "What did you think of it last time? Have you seen
anyone else's before?"
She said shyly, "I've never seen one before, except when my younger brother was little. You're the first. I
thought it was so scary, it was so thick, I was afraid it wouldn't go in."
I said, "Can you put it in today?"
She nodded.
I held my penis in my hand and probed through her buttocks from behind. It was a complete swamp there,
slippery everywhere. I carefully held the hot, fleshy rod and rubbed it along her vulva, from the vaginal opening
to the clitoris. If I wasn't careful, the head of my penis would desperately try to penetrate. I did this to whet her appetite and
also to numb the head of my penis to prevent premature ejaculation.
Her vagina gripped my penis tightly, and seeing the moment was right, I thrust in with all my might, penetrating to the hilt.
We both let out a satisfied moan, having not tasted flesh for months. My glans tingled, and I
almost ejaculated. I quickly gritted my teeth, thinking about one question, finally managing to get through the ordeal.
My junior sister suddenly asked, "Really, it won't affect the fetus?"
I said, "Don't worry, the uterus is still far away. The uterine contractions during orgasm will help the fetus grow and adapt
to the external environment as soon as possible. I'll be careful."
Having heard that sex was beneficial and harmless, she obediently cooperated with me. Although she had never tried this position before,
her instincts made her cooperate perfectly.
I knew where her clitoris was, so two out of three thrusts were aimed at it, causing my junior sister
to moan softly. I didn't say anything, slowly thrusting in and out. The stimulation of her vagina was too intense, and after a few minutes,
I couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust a dozen times, and my junior sister cooperated closely. I pressed down hard on her buttocks
, grabbed one of her breasts with my right hand, and pressed down on her thigh with my left. My pent-up semen gushed out in spurts.
At this moment, my junior sister cried out again. I felt her vagina gripping my penis tightly with each thrust; the feeling was
incredibly pleasurable.
After ejaculating, I fell asleep immediately, only for a few minutes, my penis still inside her. The
moment my penis softened and slipped out, I believe many people know that's the most painful instant. I woke up abruptly
.
She said, "Oh no, get some tissues!"
Since we were sleeping facing opposite directions, I quickly got up to get tissues from the bedside table, but it was too late;
the sheets were soaked.
I used the tissues to stop the flood first, then quickly wiped the sheets. After wiping the sheets, I wiped her body; her
thighs were covered in semen. After using countless tissues, I finally finished wiping. She said, "There's still some on my calves."
I found it strange, touched them, and sure enough, there was. I then realized that when I got up to get the tissues, some residual semen had dripped onto her
legs.
We were both sleepy, kissed each other, and fell asleep. The next day, there was another flurry
of activity: changing clothes, changing sheets, cleaning up the toilet paper scattered on the floor, and taking a shower. During the shower, I inevitably took advantage of the situation and made
some advances. Then I accompanied her to Dongdan to buy clothes. I bought her two bras, three pairs of panties, and some other items
. My junior sister insisted on paying for them herself.
From then on, I would go to my junior sister's house every Tuesday or Wednesday, and Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night. Sometimes I
would go home on the morning of the weekend to check in and deal with my wife, because I didn't want to be intimate with my wife at my junior sister's house. Sometimes when
her brother came, I would have to avoid him for a couple of days and then make up for it later. This didn't last long. This kind of life continued for more
than a month. One day, a little over a week before Christmas, I suddenly received a text message from her: My mother is here. From then on
, I never went to her house again.
A few days before the Spring Festival, I was on a business trip out of town. One morning, as soon as I turned on my phone, I received a text message:
0:53, male, 3600 grams, natural birth, mother and child safe. It was sent around 5 a.m. My goodness! Seven pounds and two ounces,
natural birth! I don't know how my little sister's tiny vagina could accommodate such a large baby.
During the Spring Festival, I couldn't visit her because I was still in my postpartum period. After returning to work, I had a lot of work, so
I didn't visit her until her child was almost two months old. I brought some clothes that my own child had worn and some baby books to
visit her. Because clothes worn by the baby are best for the baby, and I figured not many people would give books as gifts, I could choose carefully. Unlike
some families who receive a lot of clothes from relatives and friends after a baby is born, but only a few pieces are actually wearable.
The gifts I brought were guaranteed to be appreciated and wouldn't be thrown away for a year or two.
When I arrived at her house, her mother opened the door. I introduced myself as her classmate, and her mother told me that her husband
had left, but was currently being transferred back. The mother and daughter were probably sleeping. I
chatted casually with the aunt in the living room for a few minutes. Then, my junior sister, still sleepy-eyed, came out. Her eyes lit up when she saw me
. She asked me to sit
for a moment and went to the bathroom. She fussed around in the bathroom for a while before coming out and saying to her mother, "Mom, I haven't seen my senior brother in so long! Why don't you
buy some nice things to treat him?"
Her mother immediately went out to buy groceries. We went to the bedroom. The child was sleeping on the big bed, not in a crib.
I had come today genuinely to see them, mother and daughter, and had no other requests. But she suddenly hugged my
waist: "I missed you so much! I missed you so much! Why did you take so long to come?"
We kissed, and she unbuckled my belt and took off my pants. I took off my sweater, undershirt
, and underwear. She was already naked and crawled into bed, wearing only a bra. I reached down and touched her;
her inner thighs were already soaked with sweat. I parted her legs, carefully examined the episiotomy wound, and couldn't help
but kiss it again. This time, without her large belly, it was much easier.
With one hand, I attacked her lower body, while the other gently caressed her breasts and nipples through her bra. I knew she
didn't take off her bra mainly to avoid bacteria on her nipples, which would affect breastfeeding, so this was just a superficial touch, but the effect
was quite good. Soon, she began to moan softly.
I climbed up, leaned over her, kissing her mouth and breasts while directing my already throbbing, burning erection towards
her paradise. I wanted to play with her a little more, randomly stabbing with my penis, sometimes at her clitoris, sometimes at her labia.
The slippery vaginal fluid and the labial groove naturally guided my glans towards her entrance. I would sometimes pull upwards, sometimes
dodge to the side, and my little junior sister would involuntarily thrust upwards, chasing after that hot, hard erection. Several times, my
glans was already nestled between the two small labia, but I pulled it out forcefully. My
junior sister couldn't take it anymore; she grabbed my buttocks tightly with both hands, thrust her hips forward, and finally pressed my thick penis
into her vagina. My junior sister asked softly, "Is it looser after having a baby?"
Indeed, because her pelvis had widened, it was noticeably looser than a few months ago. I reassured her, "No
, it's not loose. It's still as tight as before. It feels so good."
My junior sister was relieved.
We continued kissing while thrusting forcefully. But I had to be careful not to press on her breasts
; this position was quite tiring, and her pubic hair had just grown short stubble, which pricked me a little, but it was precisely because of this...
Because it hurt a little, I didn't get too excited and ejaculate prematurely.
I knelt up, hugged her legs, and thrust in and out. My junior sister hadn't exercised for almost a year,
so her waist quickly became weak. I lowered her legs, supported my upper body with my hands, and
straddled her legs, making her close her legs and tightly clamp my penis between them. This position gave me a lot of freedom
; I could not only move up and down along her vagina, but also make circular movements with my waist, and
move my penis back and forth, stimulating her vaginal walls and clitoris.
Because of the close connection between our organs, the stimulation was intense, and since my junior sister hadn't had any nectar for a long time, she
quickly couldn't take it anymore. She bit down hard on the blanket, held onto my thighs, and cooperated with me forcefully. Suddenly, I felt
my vagina contract violently, very strongly, as if someone were forcefully grabbing my penis. I felt
a little pain, and my mind cleared considerably. The urge to ejaculate subsided instantly, and I simply remained motionless,
experiencing the contractions of my vagina.
My junior sister's orgasm this time was intense and prolonged. She didn't speak for a long time, quietly savoring the afterglow of her climax.
After a long while, she remembered me: "Why didn't you ejaculate?"
I said, "Your pubic hair prickled me a little, and besides, you were gripping me so tightly, I couldn't ejaculate."
My junior sister closed her eyes in shame, then suddenly opened them and said, "How about we do it from behind?" Of
course, I was willing. I gestured for my junior sister to spread her legs, then knelt between her legs, lifted her legs, brought them together,
and then lowered them. I then smoothly changed to a side-lying position, thus changing positions without withdrawing. Without the burden,
I could now thrust freely, using five shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, varying the frequency of thrusts, or changing the direction,
making my junior sister moan repeatedly.
Her shouts were too loud, and they were close to the child, who suddenly woke up and started crying loudly. My junior sister quickly
patted the child, saying, "Oh, little baby, don't cry, don't fuss, Mommy and Uncle are doing good deeds, don't cry, don't fuss ,
go to sleep."
The child wouldn't listen and continued to cry. I instructed her to breastfeed; she unhooked her bra
, exposed her nipple, and put it in the child's mouth. The child stopped crying and began to nurse .
I didn't relax at all, thrusting harder, almost reaching the deepest point each time. My junior sister moaned passionately again.
I felt a tingling sensation in my glans, so I thrust a few more times. My junior sister patted the child with one hand, breastfeeding while also
shaking her hips in coordination. My penis suddenly swelled, and a gush of heat spurted out. At that moment, I heard my junior sister
's rapid breathing again and felt my penis being tightly gripped. I violently sprayed my semen
deep into her peach blossom cave.
[The End]

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