Sister's Second Wife (1-2) Author: tianmignsese

Author: tianmignsese
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eldest

cousin, the third sister from my uncle's family, is seven years older than me. She dotes on me, and I love being around her. My cousin is beautiful,
with long, jet-black hair, a delicate face, eyes like clear springs, and slightly upturned lips. Her full
breasts, with their pointed peaks, push up her clothes, mesmerizing the eye. Her sexy waist and firm, full hips
form a beautiful curve, alluring from every angle. Her mysterious triangle, pert buttocks, and
long legs—every movement exudes a graceful charm. Her beauty is a noble kind; in my heart, she
is the most beautiful and the one I love most.

When I was sixteen, my cousin got married. The woman I had fantasized about countless times, the one I loved and
wanted , fell into another's arms. Although she knew nothing of this, and this love was perverse, in
my heart she belonged to me; her body was mine alone. Reality couldn't be changed; from then on, I would
only see her again when she went back to her uncle's house. After marriage, she possessed a more mature charm,
a seductive glint in her eyes, making her even more alluring, no longer the naiveté of her virginity.

Once, I had the chance to visit my sister. When she saw me, she treated me like a child,
putting her my shoulder and saying I'd grown taller. Of course, she wanted to fuck me; was I still a child? She didn't care if I
could handle it, rubbing her breasts against me, her feminine scent almost intoxicating me. Wasn't that
great? She looked beautiful today, dressed in a professional office lady outfit. She wore a well-fitting shirt
and high-quality slim-fitting trousers, her high heels accentuating her leg lines perfectly. Her tall figure
exuded elegance, showcasing her graceful curves. I
took ,
say something nice." "Yes, yes, sister, you're the most beautiful, you have the best figure." "That's more like it, otherwise see if I
'll still pamper you in the future." "Sister is the best, how could I not pamper me?" I hugged her waist, pressed my large penis against her
buttocks , and swayed her as if begging for mercy, satisfying my own desires. My sister seemed to have noticed something,
a blush rising to her face. She shook off my hand and scolded me in a reproachful tone, "You bad boy, what are you trying to do? You're going to strangle me!"
Afraid she was really angry, I quickly released my grip on her waist. As I released her, my hand inadvertently
slid across her buttocks, feeling their tightness and elasticity through the smooth fabric. I almost wanted to press my hand on them
and play with them.

After fooling around with my sister for a while, I felt my penis getting hard, and my underwear was soaked with the fluid from my penis.
I needed to clean it up, so I went to her bathroom. In the bathroom, thinking about our intimate interaction,
my penis became aroused again. I couldn't help but masturbate, thinking about my sister's body. I was sitting on the toilet, getting really into it,
when suddenly my other hand touched a slippery pair of underwear. Without a doubt, it was my sister's. She must have forgotten about it,
otherwise she would have cleaned it up first. This was a perfect opportunity for me. I grabbed it and held it to my nose.
A strong, pungent odor assaulted my nostrils, instantly arousing me. I inhaled deeply my sister's body odor, sticking out
my tongue to lick the silky panties, searching for the source of the smell. I opened the panties; they were made of excellent material,
but with very little fabric. I stroked their smooth surface, imagining them against my sister's buttocks, pressed against her
tender flesh. I wished I could be that fabric, protecting my sister's most beautiful parts all day long. Carefully turning the panties inside out, I found a yellowish stain at
the crotch , the source of the alluring odor. My tongue licked it; it tasted salty, with
a slippery sensation. This was my sister's secret, her vaginal fluid. I licked it with abandon, thrusting wildly.
A thick stream of semen sprayed onto the floor, filling the bathroom with its
distinctive fishy smell. Just then, my sister called me from outside, asking if I wasn't feeling well. I quickly tidied myself up,
licked her filth a few more times, and reluctantly left the bathroom. As soon as I came out, my sister asked
if I was alright. After finding out I was fine, she scolded me for taking so long in the bathroom, saying she was almost bursting to hold it in. Then she
quickly went back in. I thought to myself, "Oh no, the smell of semen is still there. Will she smell
it After a while, I heard the sound of running water from inside. My sister had peed, and it was a big puddle. I wondered if she
noticed anything different in the room, or if she saw the marks I had licked on her panties. Luckily, when she
came out, I didn't see anything different on her face. Maybe she was in too much of a hurry and didn't
notice .

At noon, my brother-in-law came back with a lot of delicious food. It seemed my sister had told him I was there. While I was
chatting with my brother-in-law, my sister had prepared everything. We ate and chatted. My brother-in-law likes to have a drink now and then, and my sister,
influenced by him, also likes to drink a little red wine, but she can't hold her liquor. My brother-in-law said I'm a grown man now and should
learn to drink, so he insisted on pouring me a glass. I'd had drinks before, so I didn't refuse; after all, we weren't out. And
so, sipping from one side and then the other, I ended up drinking quite a bit. My face felt warm, and my sister
seemed even more beautiful and alluring than usual.

After dinner, my brother-in-law stayed home for a while, then received a call saying he had to go to work early and told me to stay home
and rest . After seeing my brother-in-law off, my sister started cleaning up the food. I noticed her face was flushed, probably
from drinking too much in her excitement. She was walking a little unsteadily and moving slowly. I sat on the sofa, watching her almost
perfect body, displaying various alluring poses as she cleaned. Sometimes she bent over, her breasts half-exposed, sometimes she squatted down, revealing her shapely buttocks
. Sometimes, as she bent over, her buttocks were sticking out in front of me, and I could see the curve of her vulva
formed under her pants. Because she had drunk too much, she was particularly tired from cleaning, and sweat was beading on her forehead. Only then did I remember that I couldn't let my beloved
suffer there. I got up and went to my sister's side, taking the things from her hands. Seeing me help her tidy up, she happily praised me
for being so considerate, saying I'd really grown up and learned to be gentle with women. My sister was happy, so I worked even harder, but
being inexperienced, I became clumsy and accidentally bumped into her, causing her to fall to the ground, clutching her knee and
unable to get up . This startled me, and I quickly helped her to the sofa, asking if she was badly hurt. My sister, worried that I would worry...
I thought to myself it was nothing, but seeing her sweating profusely from the pain, I knew she had fallen quite hard, and I was anxious and didn't know what to do.
My sister, seeing my state, laughed and said, "You're a grown man, what are you afraid of? Go to the cabinet and get the safflower oil."

I went to the cabinet, found the safflower oil, and also
took . I went back to my sister, and she asked me to help her back to the bedroom to change her clothes. I carefully supported her arm
to help her walk more steadily, because her leg was still sore from the fall. Not daring to walk too hard and lose my balance, I was afraid of dropping
my sister , so I offered to carry her to the bedroom. She thought for a moment and told me not to push myself, and not to force myself if I couldn't carry her.
I squatted down in front of her, and she slowly climbed onto my back. First, her two white, jade-like hands wrapped around my neck, then
her full, firm, and warm breasts pressed against my back. Her head rested on my right shoulder, and
the unique fragrance of a woman's body wafted up. Her warm breath sent a tingling sensation through my body,
affecting my penis. "This isn't the time to think about this," I reminded myself, but it wouldn't listen,
growing harder and harder. Luckily, I was carrying my sister, so she couldn't see, otherwise it would have been so embarrassing. Then I heard my sister say, "Give me
a hand."

"How?"

"Idiot, lift me up a bit, grab my legs."

Without thinking, I lifted her up with both hands. Her skin was soft and tender, like cotton wool yet incredibly smooth.

"Ah!" my sister cried out, "You little rascal, where are you grabbing?" I quickly removed my hand from that spot.
I think I knew where I had touched it, and I regretted not pretending to be oblivious and lingering a little longer. Despite my
thoughts, my hand moved again, this time grabbing my sister's thigh. Although it wasn't as intoxicating as before, it still had
a unique feel. My sister's legs were incredibly long and shapely, truly exquisite. Now, holding them in my hands, they were round, firm, and incredibly
elastic. This time, my sister didn't say anything. I slowly stood up with all my might, and my sister's legs cooperated by
squeezing my waist. Now, my body was intimately in contact with my sister's, and my lower body was becoming increasingly hard. Resisting my desire,
I used all my strength to carry my sister back to her bedroom and put her on the bed. My sister said, "You go out first, I'll change my
clothes, then you can massage my knees." I turned and quickly left the bedroom, afraid she would see my swollen
penis , and filled with anticipation for the massage to come.

When I entered my sister's bedroom again, she had changed into a different outfit. She tossed her clothes aside and
casually sat on the bed, wearing a tank top and athletic shorts. Her long hair was loosely tied in a ponytail.
Her delicate neck and alluring collarbones were perfectly proportioned. Her full breasts pushed the tight tank top high,
revealing her slender waist. The shorts were just the right length, and her long, beautiful legs were draped over the edge of the bed. Her
fair, tender skin was a sight to behold. Her right knee was swollen and red, a
painful like freshly peeled bamboo shoots, her toenails painted a tender green. This sight was almost too much for my young
heart to bear. I dared not look at my sister's alluring body any longer. Holding safflower oil and a massager,
I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, approaching her.

"Sis, let me put some medicated oil on your legs first."

"Okay, be gentle, I'm afraid of pain."

I first applied some medicated oil to her legs. Her skin was so beautiful, silky smooth like satin,
and as white as snow, I couldn't bear to touch it. I turned on the massager and used the lightest setting to massage her knees, but as soon as I put it on, my sister
cried out , causing me to drop the massager onto the bed. My sister told me to use my hands, so I put some medicated oil in
my palms and rubbed them together to warm them. I carefully placed my hands on my sister's knees,
rubbing them back and forth with my warm palms. My sister made soft sounds, "Ah... slower..." I
thought I was hurting her by using too much force, so I slowed down and reduced the pressure. I even boldly bent her legs
and placed them on my lap to make her more comfortable. Perhaps it was the effect of the alcohol, or perhaps she was a little tired
from cleaning up , but after a while, my sister closed her eyes and enjoyed the massage. At the same time, I was also enjoying
the physical stimulation brought to me by those extremely alluring legs. My sister's legs were pressed against my legs, and my hands were more like caresses than
massages . What a sensual scene! And that
mysterious triangle, so close yet so far, tightly bound by shorts, was all within my sight. My hand, which had been resting on my sister's legs, began to wander aimlessly over her beautiful thighs
. A wave of smooth pleasure traveled from my palms to my groin, and my penis became restless and began to stir.
At this moment, my sister's legs were pressing against my penis. I wondered if she felt the change; perhaps she was too tired to
notice . Secretly pleased, I didn't stop, and my hands worked even harder, "massaging" her. One hand massaged her
injured knee, while the other reached the edge of her shorts, afraid to go
any I continued to stroke her thighs back and forth. My sister kept her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation, even making
seductive sounds, "Mmm... mmm..." intermittently. Then, with these heavenly sounds, I
noticed her legs tightening and trembling unnaturally. I thought it was because my technique was too good and it felt too good, but then
the sounds my sister made became more and more frequent and louder, "Mmm... mmm... mmm..." "Her legs were getting tighter and tighter, causing my penis to swell and harden, pressing straight against her legs, but she was completely unaware,
still immersed in that beautiful melody."

As I was fully enjoying this unprecedented stimulation, I suddenly felt a tremor in my leg. Reaching down,
I realized that the small massager I had dropped on the bed hadn't been turned off and had slid
into the gap between my sister's and mine, coincidentally pressing against the cleft of her buttocks. It was now working hard there.
No wonder my sister was enjoying it so much. Well, I might as well play along. I carefully turned up
the intensity , and sure enough, my sister's body trembled involuntarily. I quickly took my hand
out from under her and pretended to massage her, but secretly I used my leg to push the massager little by little
into the cleft of my sister's buttocks. "Ah," "Mmm," each perfectly timed push was met with a beautiful
moan . "Ah...husband...you haven't fucked my pussy in so long...I want it...it's
so itchy down there..." My sister probably drank too much and forgot that I was the one "serving" her.
It was my brother-in-law. Never mind, I was about to break down. Mustering my courage, I reached out and touched my sister's large breasts.
"Mmm...husband..." my sister murmured softly. Through her vest, I felt her breasts encased in her bra; they felt soft and full
in my hands , unlike the texture of her thighs. But that alone was enough to ignite my desire
. I frantically pressed both hands against my sister's breasts, kneading them wantonly. With a startled cry, my sister
opened her eyes wide, staring at me in disbelief. "What are you doing? I'm your sister!" I
couldn't ; desire had taken over my conscience. "Sister, I love you, I want you," I said, ignoring her
protests, forcefully pushing her down onto the bed. I roughly tore off her outer vest with both hands, then savagely ripped
open her bra, revealing her perfectly sculpted, naturally beautiful breasts. Her snow-white skin contrasted beautifully with her rosy nipples
. As my sister struggled, her large breasts rippled with waves, her rosy nipples like
two small islands in a vast ocean, drifting with the tide.

"Let me go, you little beast!"

"Sis, don't struggle. I'm going to get you today. This is something I've always wanted to do.
I even used your underwear to masturbate in the bathroom just now. Just give it to me."

My sister struggled with all her might, but she wasn't as strong as me. I used the shirt she had just changed out of to tie her hands behind her
back to the headboard. I stuffed the torn vest into her tempting red lips to prevent her cries from being heard. I cupped
my sister's large, white breasts in my hands. The
sensation of their fullness and softness, changing shape at will in my palms, was indescribable. I took her rosy nipples into my mouth, licking the sweet protrusions with my tongue.
They slowly changed in my mouth, growing longer and harder with each lick. The other nipple also grew larger and harder. Although my sister's mouth was blocked
, she still made gurgling sounds from her throat. I discovered that her nipples were very sensitive. Every time I sucked,
teased, or pulled them, I could feel her strong reaction. Her body twisted and turned, her flat stomach trying to arch but
I held it firmly down. The suppressed desire to release but not being satisfied was
clearly .

After playing with my third sister's breasts for a while, I used the pants she had just taken off to spread her legs apart and tie them to
the foot of the bed . Sitting on the edge of the bed, I examined my sister's upper body, which I had played with. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were filled with tears,
her nose was delicate, and saliva was dripping from her mouth, which was stuffed with clothes. Her slender neck was flushed, probably because of the
force I had used . Her round, smooth, snow-white breasts and the rosy tips of her breasts still had some shallow bite marks, which
added to her worldly air. I thought of a prostitute who could be played with by anyone. I had an inexplicable impulse to grab her breasts and
slap them hard with my hands. Each slap left several red marks, which contrasted sharply with her fair skin.
My sister screamed and cried out as she was hit. Her pitiful beauty made me feel sorry for her. I licked away
the tears and the drool from her mouth, knelt beside her, and soothed her battered breasts with my tongue. My hands roamed over her
body, moving downwards, past her flat, firm abdomen, her slender waist that could be grasped in one hand, her alluring
white skin cute, bean-like navel, her silky smooth skin. Her athletic
shorts, half-pulled down due to her struggles, and her half-exposed panties, were relentlessly stimulating my senses. My tongue frantically
stirred , as if trying to dig out a spring of clear water to relieve the heat coursing through my body. Her body trembled violently, and she made
indistinct sounds, like moans and sobs.

I got up and took off my clothes, revealing my still-thin body, but my penis was anything but lacking.
The glans was red and shiny, erect and throbbing, the urethral opening bulging, and the not-so-thick pubic hair was jet black and glossy, proving how
impressive it was. Seeing this, my sister probably knew there was no escaping it today. Tears welled in her eyes as she closed her beautiful eyes,
ceasing her futile struggles. Instead, her body relaxed, adopting a submissive posture. After all
, she was my dearest sister. Was she incredibly disappointed that her most beloved brother had committed such a beastly act against her? Seeing
her like this, my mind cleared somewhat. The burning lust I had felt earlier subsided, and I felt a pang of regret
for my actions.

2

⊥ Just then, my sister's phone rang. She jolted awake, looking at me with pleading eyes.
I took her phone; it was my brother-in-law calling. I was terrified. If I didn't let her answer, would
he rush back to see what had happened? If I let her answer, would he tell him
? Either way, I was finished. My sister nodded repeatedly, gesturing for me to answer the phone. In her eyes, I saw
affirmation and love, the same loving gaze she had shown me before. I believed her eyes, believed her
love for me. I pulled the soaking wet vest from her mouth, and loosened her arms and legs. My sister didn't
hit or scold me. She didn't take the phone I handed her, nor did she do what I expected. Instead, she calmly answered the call
from , then fell into a deep silence, her eyes glazed, glistening with tears, her arms clutching her exposed breasts,
her legs bent like a homeless girl. Was my sister like this because of me? Thinking this, I
knelt before my third sister.

"Sister, I'm not human, I'm a beast! Go ahead and scold me, hit me!"

"Sister, please don't do this. I'm scared of you like this. Please say something!"

After my desperate pleas, my third sister finally raised her head and looked at me with a smile: "Alright, you
're a child after all, and you're going through puberty. It's inevitable that you'll make mistakes, but you've gone too far. I'm your sister,
how could you..." As she spoke, her face turned red, and her eyes became unnatural, clearly recalling what
had just happened.

After calming herself down, my sister continued, "He just called and told me something.
It turns out he's having an affair. This afternoon, he didn't say he had an emergency and left early; actually, that woman confronted him
, saying she's pregnant with his child and gave him a choice. He chose her and called to say he wants a divorce."

She finished with a bitter smile, "Actually, I knew he was having an affair a while ago. Women are sensitive, after all.
But I still wanted to save this family, but it seems I failed. You know, we haven't really
made . He always has a million reasons not to come home, and when he does, it's like he's just doing a quick job,
and he doesn't even want to... ejaculate inside me..." My sister told me she had already prepared for this
outcome, so I shouldn't worry about her; she just didn't expect it to happen so quickly.

After a moment's pause, my sister said something that surprised me: "Actually, I've known for a long time that you like me. The way
you look at me is always full of love and burning desire. You pretended not to notice, but I
loved you so much and didn't want to disappoint you or hurt you, so I didn't seriously warn you that it was wrong. And yet, this still happened
today . When I went to the bathroom just now, I noticed something was wrong. There was a strong
smell of male semen, and my unwashed underwear was soaked. I knew it was you.
Women are very sensitive." Speaking of sensitivity, my sister's face turned red again. "Although I know you will truly love me and cherish
me, and I also long for a man to truly love and cherish me, to treat me like a treasure, it's impossible for us. You
should forget this misplaced love, forget me, because I can only be your sister."

Hearing my sister's words, I couldn't hold back anymore. How could I forget her? Even if she's my sister,
so what? She's mine, that's something I've long since accepted. I rushed over and
embraced naked as well, and kissed her lips firmly. She tried to resist, to pull away, but I
responded with love, with all my heart, and with fervent eyes. Feeling my love, her lips parted, opening
a . Our tongues intertwined and sucked wildly, our love flowing between us. We were mad, both of us were mad.
We no longer cared about worldly conventions or social status. What we wanted now was love—true love, passion, and sex. My sister wrapped her arms around my
neck , offering her magnificent breasts to my lips, her eyes filled with love as she whispered, "Enjoy your
breasts, suck me, bite me, cherish me." I buried my face in her snowy white world, my tongue lingering, my lips searching for her
alluring red nipples, my teeth gently biting her breasts, my ears filled with her

moans… Ah… Yes… Harder… Mmm… Ah… You rascal… You really are… my…

biggest rascal… I can't take it… Faster… "I want it... I want it..."

My sister pulled her swollen, red nipple from my mouth, pressed me down, and
kissed me frantically on my face and body. Her delicate hands grasped my already swollen and painful penis, and her alluring red lips
traveled down to take the swollen, hot glans into her mouth. I felt an unprecedented pleasure spread throughout my body—warm,
moist, with a strong suction, a visual impact. My sister sucked hard between my legs, her tongue
swirling , teasing the urethral opening, her head moving up and down... "Mmm..." Mmm... Mmm... Her long
hair swung across my stomach, stirring my desire. One hand was below, kneading my testicles. This was
far beyond my capacity to handle. After all, I was still a virgin, and
my taught to me by the Japanese actress Yui Hatano. With her frenzied rhythm, I
felt I was about to ejaculate. I tried to pull my penis out, but she winked at me gently, indicating that
I could ejaculate in her mouth. Seeing such a beautiful woman willing to drink my semen, I couldn't hold back any longer. A
strong wave of pleasure washed over me, my lower body stiffened, and my penis throbbed as it ejaculated thick semen. She held my
glans in her mouth, letting me pour the semen into her mouth. After my orgasm, she spat out my penis,
swallowed a mouthful of my semen, and then licked my glans clean with her tongue, as if it were the most delicious thing in the world.

"You little rascal, you're so young, but your thing is quite big."

"Does your sister like it? Does the semen taste good?"

"You naughty thing, where did you learn all this filth? You've made me so itchy down there, you'd better serve
your sister well."

My sister said as she lay down on the bed, her legs spread wide open, the bottom of her athletic shorts already soaked.
I couldn't wait to kneel between her legs, bringing my face close to the mysterious place I had longed for. A
woman's fragrance mixed with a faint fishy smell filled my nostrils. I touched that wet patch with my hands, feeling
the soft flesh inside the shorts. The slippery liquid covered my fingers, stretching into transparent
threads between the shorts and my fingers. I opened my mouth and took that wet patch in, like a person walking in the desert seeing a spring. I eagerly
sucked on the slightly salty love juice, my tongue licking the flesh inside the shorts. My sister used her beautiful legs to tightly
clamp me, her hands grabbing my hair, her vulva rubbing against my mouth. Every now and then, her body would
uncontrollably tense and tremble, emitting a series of lewd moans.

Ah...good little brother...you little rascal...it feels so good...ah...bite with your

teeth...ah...sister...it doesn't hurt...it's itchy inside...help me...sister...

lick upwards...my clitoris... "Okay, okay... Sister Ai..."

Following her guidance, I licked upwards with my tongue, aiming at her clitoris and licking it hard. To my
surprise, her clitoris wasn't the small one I'd seen online; it was a large one that I could suck on.
So, she was very sensitive. When I sucked on that large clitoris through her shorts, her body instantly
stiffened , her lower body tensing like a bow, then slamming down heavily, trembling uncontrollably. The love juice from her vagina
soaked her shorts and even wet my face. The strong, fishy smell, the slippery love juice—I loved it all!

"Ah... I'm here... So good... I'm going to die..."

With her lewd cries, my sister reached her first climax. Her beautiful eyes were tightly closed, her hands still gripping my head, her
legs weakly flaring, she was panting heavily, her hair disheveled, her face sweaty, her chest flushed—she
looked increasingly pitiful.

Strike while the iron is hot, and while passion is at its peak, regardless of my sister's enjoyment and lingering sensation, I straightened up, grabbed
her shorts, and pulled them down to her knees, causing her to tremble—she was truly exceptionally sensitive. Looking at the only piece of clothing she
was wearing now, it was a pair of panties even sexier than the ones I'd seen in the bathroom. Hanging
from her was only a thin silver chain. The fabric covering her genitals was of excellent quality, but pitifully small and oddly
shaped . If you weren't paying attention, you'd think it was a willow leaf wrapped around her genitals. The connection between the fabric and the silver chain was very thin;
there was only a small piece of fabric at the crotch, and it narrowed sharply again after passing through her buttocks. It was so incredibly sexy.
A small, damp piece of cloth was stuck to my sister's vulva, revealing a glimpse of what lay inside. Her large, swollen clitoris was extremely
eye-catching , and her labia were also quite impressive. However, I couldn't see any pubic hair. Could it be...?
For a moment, I was stunned.

"Little guy, what's wrong? Is it because my pussy isn't as beautiful as you imagined?"

"Sis, you're my goddess, you're absolutely perfect! You're not still a 'white tiger

,' are you?" "You little brat, you're being hypocritical after getting a good deal. Isn't being a 'white tiger' good enough?"

"Sis, can I see it?"

"See what?"

"There.

" "What?

" "Yours..."

"You just want to see my pussy, don't you? Get lost! When you were drinking my juices earlier, you weren't so
fussy. Now that it's real, you can't take it anymore. You want me to take it off for you?"

Saying this, my sister stood up, making her pussy face my face. She reached out and grabbed the silver chain around her waist, slowly pulling
it down. The little strip of cloth in her butt crack was gradually removed by my sister's hand, and the love juice on it was stretched into threads. Just
when she reached the key part, my sister stopped, twisting her smooth body, one hand lifting my face, and the other
hand protecting her butt crack.

"Want to see? You'll only let you see if you make me happy."

"Good sister, what will make you happy?"

"I want to...marry...you..."

"Ah, really!" "

Of course not. I'll only marry you when it's just the two of us. Otherwise, I'm just your older sister!"

I grabbed my sister's bottom, pressed her lower body, which she was covering with her hands, against my face, and shouted happily, "
Wife sister, I finally have you!" Tears welled up in my sister's eyes, I couldn't tell if it was from sadness or joy. She
released her hands from her lower body and placed them on my face. "From now on, you must cherish me, love me,
and never make me sad again..." my sister said, choking back tears. I didn't say anything, but in my heart I vowed never to let this
sad and lovely woman in front of me suffer any more pain. My sister understood the determination in my eyes, and smiled happily, like a pear blossom
in the rain, a crabapple in the sun.

"Take me, husband," my sister said, lying quietly on the bed. She reached out and pulled me close, placing my hand on
her smooth vulva. Slowly, she closed her eyes with a smile. I gently pulled the last bit of cloth covering her between her legs
. She obediently raised her legs, and I pulled down her delicate panties along her long, white, dazzlingly beautiful legs
. Now, her body was fully exposed before me. My previous guess
was correct; she was so perfect in my eyes, without a single flaw. Her eyes were closed, her arms
crossed over her chest, and her beautiful legs were pressed tightly together. As the saying goes, "The flower path has never been swept for guests, but the humble gate is now opened for you." Although this wasn't my sister's first
time , it was our first time, and the beginning of our clandestine married life. I wouldn't let my sister
feel wronged. I gently lay on top of my sister, who was also my beloved wife, embracing her naked. I kissed her red lips,
caressed her breasts, and tenderly caressed the woman beneath me. It was no longer a rough release, but a tender affection from the bottom of my heart.
The feeling was uniquely different. Under my passionate onslaught, the lovely woman beneath me was already
drenched , panting heavily, her hands caressing her vulva, making gurgling sounds. Slowly parting her legs,
her beauty was finally revealed. Her smooth mons pubis was free of any pubic hair, her vulva clean and tidy. Her
labia minora were swollen and red, like two pieces of clam meat, protruding from her pink labia majora. Her
large , shyly peeked out from between her labia minora, waiting for me to pluck it. A
delicate pink chrysanthemum bloomed between her white buttocks. Her juices flowed from her vulva,
soaking , not to mention the muddy mess around her genitals. I thought she was ready. I bent down and buried my face between
my sister , kissing her fleshy lips. My sister moaned with pleasure

, "Ah... my little husband... you want... so... so... it hurts... my... little sister..."

My sister's labia were quite long, and my mouth was full of tender flesh. I swallowed and spat them out, licked and sucked them
in all sorts of ways. My sister was being licked and teased to the point of ecstasy, her mouth constantly moaning, her body trembling violently.
I had already witnessed my sister's sensitive body. To have such a body was such a blessing. Gently
parting , the pink, round clitoris was revealed. Pushing back the clitoral hood, a section
about the length of my little finger was exposed. My sister cried out loudly, "Ah...no...touch...um...there...ah...
" Her body trembled violently. I gently licked her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, my ears filled with her moans...
ah ah ...her entire vulva was overflowing with lustful fluid. I took the clitoris into my mouth, sucking and
teasing it, stroking it like giving a penis oral sex. My fingers were also inserted into her vagina, which was already soaking wet and burning hot. I gripped
her vulva and stirred the inner flesh...ah ah...you rascal...it feels so good...you...are...so...
great...ah ah... Her head swayed back and forth with her body, her long, black hair whipping
wildly and glistening with saliva that soaked her chest, the hair clinging to it in a uniquely alluring way. She freed one hand to grab
her snow-white breasts, squeezing and kneading them forcefully, the breasts changing shape in her hand.

"Ah...ya...harder...fuck...my little cunt...it's...so...itchy...it's killing me..."

"Husband...fuck...inside...it's itchy...ah..."

My sister was already burning with desire, and my penis was ready. I knelt between her legs, my big
penis glaring at her. Before I could make a move, she grabbed my penis and pulled it to her vulva.
Her thighs
thrust of my hips, my penis slid in with a whoosh, all the way in. We were intertwined, and my sister's body

trembled as she moaned wildly

... "Ahhh...fuck me to death...good husband...your penis is so big..."

"Ah...so good...you're all climaxing...ah...fuck me to death...

Since my sister isn't a virgin anymore, she's not as delicate, so I can do whatever I want with her. That's
the advantage of being a married woman, isn't it? The incredibly tight grip of her vaginal muscles around my penis, the burning heat, the slippery love juice,
my sister 's lewd moans—all sorts of rich sensations stimulated me. I thrust my lower body hard, my penis going in and out,
my fingers rubbing her pink clitoris. My sister's juices gushed out, turning into a pool of white semen as my penis thrust in and out,

covering her entire cunt and inner thighs

...good man...ah...harder...my little cunt...ah...I'm going to come...faster...

"Fuck me to death... Fuck me to pieces... I'm your... you bitch!" My sister

screamed loudly as I thrust in and out with all my might, the sounds of slapping and splashing filling the room.
The room was filled
with a sensual atmosphere, echoing with alluring moans. We went wild, lost in the intoxicating atmosphere. My sister held me, kissed me, bit me, and licked me, her breasts pressing and rubbing against my body. I grabbed my sister's two
long, white legs, spreading her pussy to its limit, and fucked her hard with my cock, giving the most powerful
response to my sister's love. Under my frenzied assault, the lovely woman beneath me suddenly let out a sound close to collapse, like a cry
... "Ah..." Her hands gripped me tightly, her nails digging deep into her flesh, her whole body trembling and arching violently. My penis
felt like it was being squeezed and unable to move, yet it was being squeezed in waves. I felt a wave of heat wash over my glans, and my large
penis was suddenly forced out of her wet pussy, followed by gushing streams of vaginal fluid. She had climaxed, and the gushing love fluid
made both of our lower bodies slippery. Her vulva reflected a captivating light. I
leaned to the entrance of her honeyed cave, greedily sucking in the purest and truest sweetness of my lover's love, swallowing it in large gulps. My sister
breathed heavily, her body slowly relaxing, her lower body responding to my movements, allowing me to fully absorb her essence.

After my beloved wife recovered from the exhaustion of her orgasm, she obediently knelt before me, took my
erect penis in her hands, and used her nimble little tongue to first lightly lick the glans, circling it,
then licking down the shaft to her testicles, sucking and playing with them. Finally, she opened her red lips and

swallowed the entire penis, all the way down to her throat. The large penis got stuck in her throat, causing

her to choke and gag. "Cough... Husband... cough cough... my penis... I've already made it as hard as iron for you... come... enjoy...

your... sister wife little bitch... cough...

At this point, what more needs to be said? I pushed her down, mounted her, and we fought three hundred rounds in her honeyed cave,
until the beautiful woman beneath me moaned continuously and drooled.

As the saying goes: A crimson glow at the cave entrance, turbulent waves surging within, a single pearl reflected on the slab of light, four delicate lips that evoke pity.

The staff seems heartless yet is full of affection, siblings in the cave whispering sweet nothings of spring.

Intense sex, intense affection, the woman beneath him, her cheeks flushed, forehead glistening with sweat, had already begun to
ramble incoherently , lost in passion

... "Husband... love... me... ahh... fuck me hard... I'm your... sister... mmm... your

slutty cunt... bitch... ahh... my cunt... is on fire... hot... scalding... ahh... mmm... fucking my uterus...

so good... good husband... ahh... be good to me... shoot inside me... mmm...

I want it..."

He lifted the woman beneath him, her buttocks facing upwards, kneeling in front of his penis, her pink anus and swollen cunt
fully exposed , and slapped her snow-white buttocks. My sister's juices splashed everywhere, and she cried out incessantly. Holding her slender
waist , I thrust my penis straight in, making her lurch forward. Two fingers, covered in her juices, pierced her untouched

anus

. "Ah...no...there...it hurts..."

No matter how she struggled, I held onto her anus, my fingers able to feel the penis inside her. After a series of
vigorous thrusts my sister could no longer resist, only letting out wanton moans. My lower body slammed against her snow-white buttocks, the sounds of our bodies slapping echoing
. My penis was tightly gripped by her vagina, the folds inside scraping against my glans, making it numb and itchy. The wet, slippery passage was unusually
warm. The filth inside my sister's body was also pulled out by my fingers from her anus, emitting a foul odor mixed with
the fishy smell of her lower body, further stimulating my animalistic desires.

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