The three women in my life: my mother, my older sister, and my younger sister.

The three women in my life: my mother, my sister, and my younger sister.

"Ah...ah...son...slow down, Mom can't take it...um..."

"It feels so good, Mom, you're so tight inside, I'm going to cum!"

"Cum...um...um...ah..."

I used all my strength to thrust my penis deep inside, ejaculating freely, then collapsed onto my mother,

resting my head on her full breasts, and fell peacefully asleep. The

woman panting beneath me wasn't my biological mother, but my stepmother. When I was 12,

my father married my mother. My mother was also remarried, with a daughter who was 18. My mother was only 36. She told me that

her daughter was born to her boyfriend at the time; after she became pregnant, he left her, and my mother couldn't bear to abort, becoming

a young single mother. My mother's family was well-off; my maternal grandfather owned a business. My mother's marriage to my father

was merely a business arrangement. A year later, my parents had another daughter. My parents

never really had , and now that they didn't have a son, my father became even more distant from my mother. Later still,

after my father acquired my mother's family business, he treated my mother, my older sister, and my younger sister poorly. Actually, my father wasn't

kind to me either, because my mother passed away after giving birth to me, so he was lukewarm towards me as well. As I grew up,

I think my father transformed his love for my mother into hatred and vented it on me. Perhaps because of this,

I have a very good relationship with my mother, older sister, and younger sister; we're like a real family. My mother and older sister take good care of me, and

my younger sister loves playing with me. Only my father seems like an outsider.

The first time I saw my mother, she didn't look 36 years old. She had a cute bob haircut, big eyes, and

full, sensual lips. If she were standing on a university campus, she could easily pass for a student. A year later, my mother

gave birth to my younger sister. After several years of breastfeeding, although she was no longer as young and attractive, she still retained her charm, exuding

a mature woman's allure. With full breasts and a curvaceous figure, at 165cm tall, she wasn't overweight at all; she was shapely and

curvaceous , like a delicious dish.

The first time I saw a real, naked woman was my mother. I was 16 years old then, in the midst of

puberty , and I can never forget that beautiful body. That day, it was just my mother and me; my three-year-old sister was home.

I was playing with her while my mother was taking a bath. Suddenly, I heard a scream from the bathroom. I ran to the bathroom and knocked on the door.

"Auntie?" No response. I kept knocking.

"Auntie? Auntie? Are you alright?"

I sensed something was wrong, so I kicked the door open and saw my mother lying on the floor. I quickly helped her up, but

she still didn't wake up. I carried her out of the bathroom and put her on the bed. I looked at her head; there were no bleeding

wounds . I patted her face, but she still didn't respond. Just then, my younger sister said,

"Mom's naked, shame on her, shame on her!"

I then realized that my mother's body was naked, her hair wet, her body glistening with water droplets—she was so beautiful.

I froze, forgetting that my mother had fainted. I was only focused on admiring her naked body. Her breasts were large,

no longer firm, round and parted to the sides, with large, long, brown nipples. Between her legs, there was dark hair,

not much, but thickly concentrated in the middle. This was what a woman looked like without clothes. I snapped out of my daze and covered my mother with

the blanket . I couldn't resist a wicked thought; as I covered her, I casually pressed my hand against

her breasts through the blanket a few times. They were so soft, so comfortable. My penis instantly hardened. A while after I covered her, my mother woke up,

her eyes half-open, and said,

"It hurts..."

"Did you fall?" I asked.

"Yeah, I hit my head, it hurts so much."

"Where? Let me see."

I looked at the spot my mother was pointing to; there was no wound, just a small bump. I said,

"It's nothing, just a little bump. Lie down and rest for a bit, let's see what's going on. If it gets worse, I'll take you to

the hospital."

"Okay, I'll lie down for a bit, and play with my sister for a while."

I played with my sister until we were tired, then fell asleep on the sofa. When I woke up, it was already dark. I saw my mother

dressed and cooking in the kitchen. I went over and said,

"Auntie, are you alright?"

"Ah? I'm fine. It still hurts a little when I press on it, but it should be okay. Time to eat... Call

your sister..."

When my eyes met hers, I sensed that she was a little uneasy, a little shy, and a little embarrassed.

I thought it must be because I had seen her naked. I felt embarrassed too,

and didn't . That naughty little sister actually said during the meal,

"Mom, you weren't wearing any clothes just now, and your brother saw you."

My mother blushed, glanced at me, and said to my sister, "Because Mom fell while taking a shower, and your brother

had to save Mom. Don't say that again, okay?"

"Then why did your brother look at you for so long?" I wanted to disappear into a crack in the wall...

"Because... because... your brother had to find a way to save Mom."

I finished dinner feeling incredibly embarrassed and uncomfortable. I went back to my room and hid early.

That night, after my sister went to sleep, my father, who hadn't been home for a long time, actually came back. After a brief greeting,

I eavesdropped on my parents' conversation in their room. It was too quiet to hear clearly, but it wasn't a pleasant exchange.

Finally I heard my mother yell,

"Get out!"

followed by a loud slam of the door. I opened the door a crack and saw my mother sitting on the sofa,

touching the spot on her head where she had fallen. I quietly went out and said,

"Auntie, are you alright? Does your head hurt?"

"I'm fine, it doesn't hurt much," my mother said, tears welling in her eyes.

"Let me massage it for you," I said, sitting down next to her and massaging her head. After a while, I

massaged her shoulders, saying,

"Auntie, I'm sorry, Dad was mean to you."

"Silly child, it's not your fault," my mother smiled.

As I massaged, I thought of my mother's alluring naked body, and my penis hardened again. I massaged her

back, and I lost myself in thought. I couldn't help but hug her from behind, grabbing her

breasts . My mother was startled and tried to pull away, but I held her tightly, saying,

"Mom..."

This was the first time I called my stepmother "Mom." Upon hearing this, Mom stopped struggling; it was the first time in all these years she

'd heard me call her "Mom." Whether moved by me or pitying me, a child who had never met her biological mother,

Mom silently grasped her breasts. I gently kneaded them; my penis was unbearably hard, and I began to breathe heavily,

as did Mom's. Although I had read erotic novels and watched pornographic films, I had no experience

with it and dared not do it; after all, she was my mother. Finally, Mom pulled away from me, leaving with the words, "Never

do this again," before running back to her room. That night, I masturbated three times. I fell asleep naked from the waist down.

For the next few days, Mom and I were both very awkward, and I started masturbating frequently. Until that

night , I woke up in the middle of the night, my penis hard again, and I habitually started masturbating again. Suddenly, I heard

a sound outside the door. I immediately pulled the covers over my lower body and turned to sleep on my side. The door opened. Someone sat beside my bed, covered

me with the covers, but didn't leave. I knew it was Mom. She just came to check if I'd rubbed myself under the covers. Then

Mom pulled back the covers, and my bare, erect penis was exposed to her. I was nervous and scared.

Mom gently pushed me flat, my penis pointing high at the ceiling. Mom even stroked my

penis ! What was she trying to do?! My fantasies didn't happen. Mom pulled the covers back up and left.

Overcome by lust, I jumped off the bed, pulled Mom back down, and pinned her down, my

hard penis pressing against her crotch. Mom was startled, resisted, and tried to speak. I opened my mouth and kissed her full lips.

She could only moan and groan, unable to speak. I held her hands firmly, preventing her from pushing me away. I pressed my

lower body against her hips, preventing her from kicking me. I kissed her passionately. I'd known how to kiss for a long time;

I had to thank the girl who taught me. I held my mother's full lips in my mouth, my tongue licking them

, sucking on her sweet saliva. My mother gradually stopped struggling, her tightly closed teeth parting

to reveal her hot, fiery tongue. We kissed passionately for a long time. I released her mouth,

and she said,

"Son, this isn't right. Auntie is 40 years old. I'm old. I'm... I'm your mother.

This is... incest."

"Mom, but I feel terrible... I love you. You're not old. You're beautiful, so beautiful."

Saying this, I kissed her again. My hand slipped inside her nightgown, groping, until I found her

large breasts . I pushed the bra aside and finally touched a woman's breasts with my own hands. I kneaded them forcefully. My mother had already closed her eyes,

letting me do as I pleased with her body. I took off my mother's clothes and pants, and then I stripped naked myself. Then,

I didn't know what to do... My mother unhooked her bra, spread her legs, and pried open her mysterious,

beautiful vulva, gesturing for me to insert it. I stood there, poking, but I couldn't get it in. Then my mother guided

my penis to the entrance, saying,

"Forward...yes...a little more force, forward...yes, it's in a little, push it in hard."

My glans was already inside. I followed my mother's instructions and thrust hard, with

all might. I heard my mother scream,

"Ah! You...too hard...it hurts..."

The feeling was so wonderful. My penis was enveloped, warm, soft, and slippery. Words

can't describe it. Just that one moment made me feel like I was dying of pleasure. I clumsily wiggled my hips, gently twitching, and

after only a dozen or so thrusts, I ejaculated. The moment I ejaculated, my whole body trembled, and I collapsed beside my mother. She gently hugged me and

said,

"Son, you gave your first time to your mother, a 40-year-old woman. You're only 16. Do you regret it?"

"No regrets… Mom, I really love you… I loved you from the first time I saw you. You…

…will you be my wife someday?"

"Silly child, you'll regret it later." My mother laughed.

I didn't regret it. Years later, that night was still a sweet memory for me.

From that day on, I started having sex with my mother frequently. My semen and my mother's vaginal fluids were left in the bathroom, the living room, the dining table,

in front of , and under my parents' wedding photo. My mother told me that

since she became pregnant with my sister, my father hadn't touched her, and she hadn't had sex for three years. Women in their thirties

are like wolves, in their forties like tigers. My mother had endured so much suffering for so many years. That night, she was masturbating, just happened

to see it , and wanted to feel the long-lost penis. I never expected to do it. While happy, I also felt worried and scared.

Although she wasn't my biological mother, I'd always treated her like a son, and the age difference was so great, it was hard to accept at first. Besides,

my mother was my younger sister's mother. Making love with my mother was a pleasure, even though I'd only ever made love with her

. Her mature body exuded maternal instincts and a sexy allure. My mother's beautiful vagina would grip my penis tightly, making me

feel very comfortable, like a small hand holding it. This wonderful time didn't end until I went to university.

During the summer vacation of my 18th year, my older sister came home from university and bought me a cell phone and two pairs of

underwear . I'd always had my mother buy me underwear, so I felt shy about my sister buying me underwear. My sister

said,

"Does it fit? You seem to have grown taller and bigger since I last saw you."

"It should fit."

"Should? Go try it on and let me see if it fits."

"It's not good..."

"What's wrong with it? Hurry up."

"No, I won't do it."

"Stop it, your little brother has grown up." My mother came to my rescue.

"Your little brother's all grown up? Hahaha. Oh right, I'd completely forgotten about that." My sister grinned mischievously.

"How can you be so indecent?" Mom pretended to be angry.

Every year during the holidays, whenever my sister came home, Mom and I would go a long time without making love. Mom didn't dare

go out to a hotel, afraid of being found out. So I had to endure it during the holidays. But this year,

something .

This year, my sister graduated and started an internship at Dad's company. My sister has grown into a graceful and

elegant young woman. She inherited Mom's beautiful face, but unlike Mom, she has a great figure—tall and slender,

though her hips and breasts are quite fleshy, a D-cup. Because she's so pretty, Dad often takes her around.

She frequented various occasions, making Dad very proud. One day, I saw my sister in front of a hotel, dressed very

sexily . I asked her,

"What are you doing here?"

"Meeting a client with Dad." "And what are you doing here?"

"I'm meeting a friend."

"Girlfriend? Ah! You're here to book a room?!"

"A guy...we don't book rooms...why are you shouting so loudly?"

"Hmph, if you do anything bad, tell me."

"Don't do anything bad, my friend works at this hotel."

"I don't care what you do." "I'm leaving, bye."

"Bye."

That night, I had a bad feeling. Sure enough, my friend called me, saying that my sister was drunk and being supported by

several men who had booked a room. As soon as I heard that, I rushed out of the house. I asked my friend to try

to stall them. With my friend's help, by the time I arrived at the hotel, my sister had been in the room for more than 10 minutes. My friend

led me to the room. I kicked the door open, and a shirtless man opened it. My eyes

blazed with fury, and I kicked him to the ground. I rushed inside. Three men were standing by the bed, and my sister was lying on it, covered by

a blanket . Four men tried to stop me, but my friend and I tackled them one by one. Another man came out of the bathroom,

saw the scene, and ran away. Looking at my sister sleeping soundly, my heart ached. Her clothes were scattered on the floor.

I didn't dare lift the blanket; I was afraid of what I would see. I slowly lifted the blanket; my sister was completely naked.

I immediately wrapped her in the blanket and left the room. I didn't dare take her home, so I took her to another hotel

and booked a room. I put her on the bed, my mind a mess, and I cried. Had my sister suffered…? I hoped

not… Finally, I fell asleep on another bed.

*Slap!*

In the middle of the night, I was slapped and woke up with a start! I saw my sister clutching the blanket around her with one hand, and raising

the other to slap me again. I grabbed my sister's hand and yelled,

"Why did you hit me?!"

"How did you get here! How come I'm not wearing any clothes! What did you do to me?!"

"Don't you remember what you did today? Who did you drink with?!"

I told my sister everything, but she was completely dazed; she was drunk and didn't remember anything

. I said,

"You...you weren't...done anything..."

"I don't remember..." "

You don't know if you were...done anything! You felt something!" " I didn't

feel anything...I don't remember..."

"You...feel it..."

"You...you turn around!" My sister sat on the opposite bed. I turned around and lay face down.

"..."

"What's going on?!"

"Um...um...wet..."

"Smell it...what does it smell like..."

My sister kicked my butt from behind and said,

"You...smell bad."

"How do you smell bad? Is it your own smell or the smell of semen?!" I asked anxiously, turning around.

"I can't smell anything...it's been so long." My sister was almost crying. Her eyes were glistening with tears.

"You...you...let me smell you..."

"You..." My sister raised her hand to hit me again.

"Stop hitting me, be serious!"

My sister reached under the covers, touched my lower body, and then brought her hand over. I brought my nose close and smelled her carefully.

I said,

"It smells like your own scent...and it smells like semen..."

"..." My sister burst into tears.

"Don't cry, don't cry, or...let me see you..."

My sister was in tears, kicking and hitting me again. I said,

"If you don't want to show me, then call the police, okay..."

My sister thought for a while, stopped crying, and said,

"You, you can see..."

"Then lie down..."

"You..." My sister reluctantly lay down, and I pulled back the covers, exposing my sister's private parts to my eyes.

I spread my sister's legs, and my sister's vulva was almost identical to my mother's, with pubic hair concentrated in

the middle.

I observed her closely. Her pubic hair was clean, and her vulva was clean too, without any redness. It didn't look like it had just happened.

After having sex with my mother, her vulva would be red and a little swollen. I laughed and got up, saying,

"Sis, you weren't raped."

My sister got up and hugged me, crying again, saying,

"You scared me to death! Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

When my sister got up, the blanket fell off, and now I was hugging my naked sister. I said,

"Sis, you're not wearing any clothes."

"Ah!"

My sister turned me around and crawled under the covers. I said,

"Sis, I'll go back and get you some clothes. Are you okay here by yourself?

" "Yes, go quickly and come back quickly."

On the way back, I recalled everything that had happened tonight. The first time I saw my sister's naked body, I felt

terrified. The second time I saw her naked body, she was so beautiful and charming, youthful and tender. And that tender vulva that exuded a pungent smell

... my penis became hard again.

Back home, I rushed into my mother's room, climbed into bed in the dark, and found her fast asleep, her

even breathing exuding the scent of a mature woman. I lifted the covers, gently removed her pajamas, and

slowly pulled down her pants. She wasn't wearing underwear! By the moonlight streaming through the window, I saw her beautiful, large breasts and

alluring, plump buttocks. Since we started dating, my mother had been consistently exercising and doing yoga for the past two years, and her figure was even better than

before —firmer and smoother to the touch, not at all like someone who was 42. I gently parted

her legs, and she groaned, still not awake. I smelled her;

her sister's scent was the same. Her naked body flashed before my eyes, and my penis became even harder. I stuck out my tongue and licked her vulva

, teasing her clitoris. My mother woke up and said,

"You little rascal, Mom's sleeping, why are you making a fuss?"

"Mom, I want it. I can't take it anymore." I took my mother's beautiful vulva into my mouth, my tongue swirling inside.

My mother moaned softly, saying,

"Ah... um... uh... son, stop, it's dirty there, come in."

I greedily sucked, saying,

"It's not dirty, I love the taste. Mom, give me a blowjob too."

My mother rolled over and pressed me down, her buttocks facing me, grabbing my penis and taking it into her mouth. I spread her plump

labia, and delicious juices dripped into my mouth. I pressed down on my mother's buttocks, opened my mouth wide,

and ate her beautiful vulva. My mother was stimulated, quickly stroking my penis, sucking vigorously, her tongue swirling around

the glans . I said,

"Mom...suck it out quickly, so we can last longer..."

Mom took my entire penis into her mouth, her hand stroking my testicles. I felt like I was being electrocuted, sucking Mom's

clitoris my mouth, my tongue sweeping rapidly. Mom also increased the speed of my penis's movements in her mouth. I shouted,

"Mom, I'm coming!"

Ah...I released my plump buttocks and ejaculated freely. Mom ate every last drop of semen. She even sucked

my penis clean. I gestured for Mom to lie down, spread her legs, and placed my soft penis between her thighs.

I bent down and sucked on Mom's large breasts, playing with her nipples, and kissing her. I loved Mom's tongue;

it was so flexible, like a snake darting around in my mouth. I sucked on Mom's saliva, wanting to drain it dry. I

held Mom's earlobe in my mouth, gently biting and licking it. Mom let out a shy moan and kissed my beloved neck.

Mom's neck was long and slender; just looking at it made me erect. My mother's huge breasts took on various shapes in my hands. Her

breathing became faster and faster, and my penis hardened. I bit her nipple, and she cried out,

"Ah...you...you always bite like this, one day you'll break it."

"Do you like this, Mom? I know you like it, isn't it great?"

"Yes...son, you're too good at tormenting people...it's all Mom's fault for teaching you bad things..."

"I only love tormenting Mom."

Taking advantage of Mom's inattention, I aimed at her beautiful hole and thrust in all the way. Mom tried to back away, but I chased after her and

thrust again. Mom had retreated to the headboard, with nowhere to go. I said,

"Don't run, the more you run, the harder you thrust."

"I want you to thrust harder, come on, son, thrust into Mom, move...ah...ah...ah..."

Provoked by Mom's words, I thrust hard. Mom's vagina was like a small hand; if you

squeezed , my penis would be squeezed out if you didn't. This feeling made it easy to ejaculate. I said,

"Mom... relax, let your son thrust a few more times. Ah..."

"No... ah... um... relax, you're thrusting too fast... Mom can't take it... um..."

My hands squeezed Mom's breasts hard, biting and pulling her nipples. Mom cried out in pain,

"Ah! Okay, okay... Mom let go, don't pull anymore, it hurts... ah... um... uh..."

Mom's vagina loosened, there was no resistance, and I thrust in and out quickly and freely. It felt so good, smooth and tender.

"Ah... ah... ah..."

"Mom, keep it down, don't wake up my sister..."

"Mom."

Mom and I jumped away, wrapped ourselves in the blanket, it was my sister...

"Mom, what are you and brother doing?" my sister asked, rubbing her eyes.

"Ah... brother is massaging Mom..."

"Yes, brother is massaging Mom."

"Then why aren't you wearing clothes? Shame on you, shame on you." My sister climbed onto the bed and crawled under the covers.

"Because, because this massage feels more comfortable."

I covered my penis with a pillow, got out of bed, and said,

"Mom, I'm leaving, going to sleep. We'll massage again tomorrow."

"Okay... go to sleep, my good daughter, sleep with Mom..."

"Okay, Mom, please massage me."

"..."

"..."

Oh my god, my little sister saw us. Luckily, she's only 5 years old. Hopefully, she won't remember. My penis was still

erect. It was so uncomfortable. Mom must have been uncomfortable too, stopping just as she was getting into it.

I went to my sister's room to find her some clothes, grabbed a set of underwear, jeans, a t-shirt, and a pair of shoes,

and went to the hotel. When I got to the hotel, it was already getting light. I gave the clothes to my sister, and she wrapped herself in a blanket and went into the bathroom to change.

I was still immersed in the passion with my mother, my penis sticking out of my pants, feeling incredibly uncomfortable. My sister came out of

the bathroom , walked up to me, and kicked me again, saying,

"You brat!"

"What? What did I do now?"

"You...you little rascal!"

I thought my sister was just

ashamed was taking it out on me. But I never expected...when I learned the truth, my blood boiled.

My sister told me in detail what happened before she got drunk. She had arranged to meet her father at a hotel to entertain clients,

but he said he had something to do and would

be late, asking my sister to handle things first. The five men took turns toasting my sister, and after several rounds, she was completely drunk and couldn't remember anything after that. Her father never showed up. I guessed that

her father wanted to use her beauty, setting a trap to make her a sex object for his clients. I told my sister not to

work at her father's company anymore. He doesn't treat you like a daughter at all. Because of my mother's and my unusual

concern , a thought suddenly popped into my head: what if my sister and father were also...? I couldn't bear to imagine it. Although my

mother and I were so shameful,

I just . I cautiously asked,

"Sister...you and Dad..."

"What about Dad?" My sister looked at me with a questioning expression.

"I mean...are you and Dad just father and daughter?"

"What did you say? What do you mean?"

"I mean...oh well, never mind."

"You little brat!" My sister suddenly understood what I meant and punched me a few more times. She said,

"How could you think like that! Do you think I need to survive like this? Dad was behind this today.

Do you think I did it willingly? Do you think I'm a prostitute?" My sister yelled and started crying.

"No, it's not like that. I was worried about you, sis. Don't cry. Oh, I'm sorry, I was wrong..."

I couldn't help but hug my sister and comfort her. My sister, crying, hugged me back. Suddenly, I

felt my penis shamelessly hard again, pitching a tent. I quickly arched my back, afraid to let my penis touch

my sister. I said,

"Sis, I was just worried about you, don't be angry."

"Don't tell anyone about what happened today, including you..."

"What about me?" I looked at my sister, completely confused.

"You...you're pretending to be stupid? Including you seeing my body."

"So what? Aren't all women the same?"

My sister pushed me down onto the bed and said,

"You brat, you..."

My sister stopped talking, her eyes looking at my genitals, her face turning red. She kicked me again and said,

"You...you're going to be the death of me!"

Only then did I notice the little tent my penis was pitching on the bed, it was too obvious. I quickly sat up and said,

"Ah, okay, okay, I won't say anything, I won't say anything."

The next day, I went to my dad's company to confront him. I didn't tell my sister about it. I stormed into

the office and confronted my father:

"Dad, how could you do this!"

"What?" My father was busy organizing documents, ignoring me.

I slammed my hand on the table and said,

"What were you planning to do to my sister last night!"

"You're too young, you don't understand. I don't have time right now, go home."

I was furious. I grabbed my father's collar and said,

"I don't care what you do with other women, but you can't do what you do to my sister. If you try anything with my sister again, I

won't let you get away with it!"

"You bastard! You eat my food, use my things, I support you, and you talk to me like that?" My father

shoved me away.

"Don't forget what I said." I walked out of the office. I vowed to myself that I would

take over my father's company someday and make him pay the price.

A year later, I went to university in another province. During my four years of university, I worked hard to improve myself, made all kinds of

friends, and broadened my horizons. In my senior year, with the money my mother gave me and my sister coming to help me

manage, we started a foreign trade company. At first, it was just a small-scale operation. What happened later was not to be underestimated.

From the age of 16, I never had a girlfriend. Before 16, I only had a silly, innocent

relationship with one girl, and we kissed. Perhaps because of my mother, who satisfied my overflowing adolescent desires, I

never even considered pursuing girls. In my second year of university, my mother told me I needed to find a girlfriend and couldn't continue like

this. She said, "Mom will get old, but I'm still young." To help me find a girlfriend, my mother forbade

me from having sex with her during the summer break of my second year. Although we sometimes couldn't resist, I

didn't have sex with my mother even 10 times throughout my entire university years. After abstinence, I still didn't want to find a girlfriend. Until that day, when I

reunited , the long-lost feeling of love rekindled.

My first love's name was Rong, a petite girl, the same age as me. She was only 155cm tall, but

her proportions were very pleasing; a delicate little beauty, while I was already close to 180cm tall. Our reunion

was on a summer day during my junior year of college. I saw Rong on campus. She was wearing a bohemian-style knee-length skirt with

a large black floral pattern, a white low-cut top that subtly revealed her white bra, and her cleavage was beautifully peeked out

from the neckline. Her long hair flowed freely. She was mature, intellectual, yet still youthful and adorable. If I had known you

would become this beautiful, I wouldn't have broken up with you back then. At first, I didn't recognize Rong. Rong called out to me first. I

was surprised; I was wearing slippers, soccer shorts, and a smelly t-shirt from playing soccer. A typical loser. Rong said,

"What? Don't you recognize me?" "

I recognize you, but I'm too shy to call out."

"Why are you too shy?" Rong smiled.

"I remember you weren't this pretty. You're so beautiful now, I'm afraid to say I know you."

"After all this time, you're still so glib and irresponsible." Rong blushed, looking incredibly alluring.

"Haha, I'm just telling the truth."

"What, aren't you going to buy me a drink?"

"Sure, but I'm going back to my dorm to shower first, I smell awful."

We exchanged phone numbers, and then I went back to shower.

While showering, my penis involuntarily became erect. I masturbated, thinking, "Poor thing, I wonder if I'll have a chance to satisfy you

tonight ." I fantasized about my innocent French kiss with Rong back then, mentally undressing her and

masturbating.

"What are you doing here?" Rong and I were sitting on a bench on campus, drinking milk tea.

"I came to visit a classmate, but they were out, so I just wandered around."

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes." My heart sank; it was hopeless.

"But you're breaking up soon." There's hope!

「为什么啊？」

「没什么，就是没感觉了呗。那你当年为什么要和我分手。」

「啊……因为太有感觉了，怕付不起责任，所以选择放弃你，让你寻找更好

的归宿" 」

「你还是那么欠揍。满嘴不正经。你呢，有女朋友吗？」

「没有，正宗屌丝，没人看得上" 」

「瞎说，我看是你看不上人家。」

「我要是知道你现在会这么漂亮，我当初就不和你分手了。」

榕羞涩的笑了，忽然又怒道：

「你是觉得我不好看才分手的吗？」

「不是，是，是因为，我当时觉得我们都小，可能坚持不到结婚吧，我就放

弃了。我知道这样有点幼稚，不过当时我真是这么想的，我想和你结婚，显然不

太可能，于是我选择把我们的爱情扼杀在萌芽里。」

「你真这么想的？你太残忍了，你都不知道我当时多喜欢你。」榕想了想说。

"Yeah, that's right, I'm very cruel, don't fall in love with me."

We looked at each other in silence, Rong smiled, and I smiled too.

We had dinner and a few drinks that evening, and Rong was a little tipsy. Before I could even mention taking her to a brothel, Rong...

Ran suggested going to a hotel room, not wanting to go back. Back in the room, emboldened by alcohol, Rong opened up, telling me about her unhappiness with

her boyfriend , then buried her face in her hands and cried. I comforted her, and before long, we were embracing.

We're both grown up, and it was obvious what going to a hotel meant. I didn't hold back, slowly

stroking , lifting her clothes, and touching Rong's smooth, white skin. My penis was instantly aroused. I tugged at

the straps of her bra, took off her top, and a pair of small, white breasts popped out. They weren't very big, fitting Rong's figure perfectly.

Her young breasts seemed full of vitality, firm and firm, quite shapely. Even without the bra's restraint, there was still a faint

cleavage Her small nipples were pink—such a beautiful pair of white breasts. I gently stroked them and said,

"Is it okay?"

Rong blushed and said angrily,

"You've already taken your clothes off, touched them, and you still ask this? You're doing this on purpose... Humph..."

"No, I'm asking if we can have sex. What if you just let me touch you and won't do it, or you're on

your period and can't do it? There are many situations."

"You... why are you so long-winded! I'm not in the mood anymore. Humph."

"Not in the mood? Then let's not do it. Let's go to sleep. I played a game of soccer this afternoon, I'm exhausted." Saying this, I

lay down pretended to sleep.

"You bastard! I hate you, I hate you!"

I pulled Rong into my arms, licking and biting her ear, saying,

"You said you didn't want to, but now you hate me. Do you want it or not?"

"Ah... um... I... you're so annoying..."

I licked her earlobe, teasing it, and grabbed Rong's little breasts with both hands. They were so firm and bouncy, though

the nipples were a bit small. I like big nipples, they're easier to bite and taste better. I gently kneaded her nipples with two fingers, saying,

"Do you want it or not? Hmm?"

"Um... oh... ah... I... I want it..."

"Want what? Touch it? Kiss it? Or something else?"

I lowered my head and took her nipple into my mouth, my tongue slowly sweeping over it, waiting for Rong's answer.

"I... I... ah... I want it all, I want... I want to make love..."

I finally got to hear that. Others like to half-heartedly resist girls, but I prefer to stimulate girls

while teasing their hearts with words, making them want to roam freely, which makes it easier for them to climax. I kissed her

lips , holding her tightly, my penis pressing against her lower abdomen. Rong was panting, her hands groping my back.

My hands slowly moved towards Rong's buttocks, slipping under her skirt, past her panties, kneading her buttocks. I said,

"You should have said so earlier! My penis has been hard for a while now, I can't wait any longer, I want to make love to you."

I sucked Rong's tongue into my mouth, sucking on it, smooth and tender. After a passionate kiss, Rong's face was already

burning hot , flushed red. I got up and knelt between Rong's legs, putting my head under her skirt, her black lace panties,

so sexy. I sniffed it; it smelled a bit musky, maybe because she hadn't showered. Sometimes the untouched smell is good, even more

stimulating. I started licking through her underwear, which was already wet.

As my tongue swept up and down, Rong reacted intensely. I lifted Rong's skirt, pulled down her underwear, and Rong's private parts were in front of me.

There was a large patch of pubic hair, and sparse pubic hair on her labia. Her labia were plump, a bit dark in color, not black.

I parted her labia to reveal her red vulva, glistening with vaginal fluid under the light. I took it into my mouth. Rong struggled

to get away, but I followed with a kiss, holding her two white thighs tightly to prevent her escape. My tongue swept quickly, and

Rong's upper body twisted violently, her hands pulling hard on my hair, shouting:

"Ah! Hmm... Ah... Hmm... Ugh... Don't lick, it's dirty, so dirty, no... I can't take it anymore

... Ah..."

I greedily sucked, my tongue plunging into her vagina, stirring and sucking her juices. Rong slowly got used to it, stroking

her breasts and enjoying it with her eyes closed. Suddenly, Rong trembled, her vagina contracted, her legs stiffened, and her body

curled up. She had an orgasm, she had actually come from my oral sex. I took off my clothes and pants, revealing my hard penis. I

lifted Rong's legs and placed them on my shoulders. I penetrated her. Rong was still in the throes of orgasm, her vagina tightening. I

thrust in and out forcefully, wave after wave. Rong screamed wildly:

"Ah...ah...no...I can't take it anymore, stop...I don't want it anymore...ah!ah!ah!"

"I haven't had my fill yet, let me have my fill."

"Ah!ah!no...it's too stimulating, so good...um...ah...you're going to kill me...

ah..."

I thrust vigorously, now just wanting to ejaculate the semen I'd been holding back for so long. I felt my testicles were already producing

a lot of semen, about to explode. As I thrust, I said:

"Rong, where do you want me to cum?"

"Cum...cum inside, don't stop...faster, I'm about to come again...ah...um...ah...

"

"I'm almost there too!"

I thrust into Rong's vagina forcefully and quickly, also screaming:

"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, Rong, I love you... I'm cumming..."

I felt hot semen gushing from my glans, so much of it. Rong's vagina tightened again, like a mouth,

greedily sucking my penis, sucking my semen. I collapsed, holding Rong, our naked bodies

panting, deeply savoring that wonderful moment. Rong

and I took a bath together, and Rong gave me oral sex once, her technique was so-so, not as good as my mother's. We lay

naked on the bed chatting. During our conversation, I learned that Rong had been with three men, but no one had ever given her oral sex

. I was the first man to give her that service. And she didn't have many orgasms, tonight

she had , something I'd never experienced before. I really owe it all to my good mother, who taught me so much about sex.

The longer a man lasts, the more impressive he is;

beautiful . Doing it for too long can actually be uncomfortable. Most importantly, there must be love and affection

to truly experience beautiful sex.

"How many women have you been with?"

"You're the second..."

"What? The second? You're lying, aren't you?"

"No... really... I've been ripped off..." I pretended to be a pitiful little boy, snuggling into Rong's arms.

"It's okay, your sister's here. Your sister will protect you."

That night, we did it several more times, sleeping after sex, then doing it again after waking up, over and over. My pent-up desires

were released, a night of unparalleled satisfaction. The next day, Rong went back to her school, and I felt a little reluctant to leave. After Rong left,

she texted me:

"You said you loved me during sex last night, was that true?"

It was obviously a lie. I didn't reply. I didn't know how to reply, I didn't know if I should

develop . I felt a little lost. Could I really fall in love with a woman? Maybe I loved my

mother. During my junior year, Rong and I maintained an ambiguous relationship, neither of us making any promises. We occasionally met up for sex; perhaps this

was a faint form of love. After my senior year, I started my own business and gradually neglected Rong, eventually losing contact with her.

During my senior year, my sister and I worked hard on our business. When we earned our first pot of gold, my sister and I had a celebratory dinner.

I was 22 years old, and my sister was 28. Since that incident four years ago, my sister had never

had a boyfriend and remained single. We'd been drinking, and I'd grown bolder. I asked my sister,

"Sis, you're not getting any younger. It's time to find someone to marry."

"Mind your own business! You men are all the same."

"Well… there must be some good ones, right? Try dating one and see how it goes. If it doesn't work out, you can always find someone else."

"No interest." A hint of disappointment flashed in my sister's eyes.

In the end, my sister drank too much and could barely stand. We went home, carried her to her bed,

took off her shoes, and wiped her face, neck, hands, and feet. My sister's little feet were so beautiful, each toe so tender, the skin

so smooth—I wanted to bite them. Just as I was about to get up and leave, my sister grabbed me, saying,

"Don't go…"

I knelt by the bed, looking at my sister's flushed face. In the past few years, my sister had matured a lot. She had pressure,

unhappiness, and no man had been there to comfort her. My heart ached. I ran my fingers through

my sister 's hair, gently stroking her face. I said,

"Go to sleep. I've poured you a glass of water by the bedside."

I got up to leave, but my sister sat up and grabbed me, saying,

"Don't go..."

I sat on the edge of the bed, but unexpectedly, my sister hugged me, saying,

"Little brother... what should I do... I've liked you... for so long..."

I was startled and at a loss, saying,

"Sister, you're drunk."

My sister held my face and kissed me, her tongue prying open my mouth and slipping inside. My tongue touched

hers, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. I pushed her away, saying,

"Sister, don't do this, you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk. Let me hold you, don't push me away, don't leave me, okay..." My sister started crying,

holding me and sobbing.

I also shed tears. Poor sister, I'm not a good brother. I slept with your mother. I'm not

worthy of your love. Although we're not related by blood, we both know that if word gets out, we'll never be able

to hold our heads high again, and it will have a huge impact on your life. You don't know what happened between Mom and me.

If you did, you wouldn't be able to accept it either. My sister cried herself to sleep in my arms. I put her on

the bed and covered her with a blanket. My heart was broken.

The next day, when my sister saw me, she avoided my gaze. It seemed she still remembered what happened last night. I could only

try to avoid her eyes as much as possible. Outside of work, my sister and I could no longer chat happily like before

.

During my senior year winter break, the company was closed for the Lunar New Year, and my sister and I went back to Mom's house. Mom is 46 years old, but

she doesn't look particularly old. Since Mom forbade me to have sex with her when I was a sophomore, she stopped doing yoga and exercised

less. You could tell that Mom had become a little fuller, or rather, a little more relaxed. But she still had a

mature maternal charm. My younger sister is 9 years old, lively and adorable.

She still loves to stick close to me, always following her brother around. My younger sister said,

"Brother, why don't you give Mom a massage tonight? She's always uncomfortable at night."

I was startled and quickly stopped her from continuing. I looked at Mom, who said,

"Dinner's ready. Come on, bring the dishes."

I didn't realize that my older sister had noticed the brief, strange exchange between Mom and me.

That night, I couldn't sleep, tossing and turning in bed. I longed for Mom's body, her beautiful vulva, her

full lips, her amazing oral skills… I quietly slipped into Mom's room and found she wasn't asleep yet. We

embraced, but because my sister was home, we didn't dare do anything more. After my repeated insistence, Mom agreed

to go to a hotel. We went to a hotel far from home. I went in first and booked a room. After I got in, Mom

booked another room, and then I ran into Mom's room. That way, maybe no one would suspect anything, as long as

no one we knew saw us in the hotel.

Entering my mother's room, I eagerly embraced and kissed her, saying,

"Mom, I missed you so much..."

"I missed you too, son..."

Just as we were about to undress and get passionate, someone knocked on the door. I angrily shouted, "Who is it?"

"It's me!"

My mother and I were both stunned; it was my sister's voice. The burning passion instantly plummeted to freezing point. We knew that

whether we opened the door or not, the facts were undeniable, and there was no way to explain them clearly. For no apparent reason,

my mother and son had gone to a hotel together; even if they weren't doing anything, something was wrong. My mother didn't know what to do and was anxiously waiting. I was at my wit's

end too. I opened the door and saw my sister standing angrily in the doorway. I said,

"Sis, let's go home and talk about this. Don't make a scene here."

Without a word, my sister pushed me aside and rushed into the room, where she saw her mother. I closed the door, stood behind it,

and looked at the mother and daughter, feeling utterly despondent. My sister just looked at my mother without saying a word, then turned around, walked to

my side, raised her hand, and slapped me hard across the face. Tears streamed down her face. She opened the door and left, leaving my mother and me

bewildered .

That night, my mother and I had no desire for sex. We left the hotel one after the other and went home. I knocked on

my sister's door, but there was no answer. I opened the door, but my sister wasn't there. So I went out to look for her

. Where could she have gone so late? I searched several places we used to frequent, but they were all closed. Just then

, the phone rang. It was my sister. I quickly answered and said,

"Sis, where are you?"

"You brat! Get over here right now!"

It turned out my sister was at the riverbank where I used to play when I was little. I found her, her face

streaked with tears , her long hair tousled by the wind. She looked so pitiful. I went to her and said,

"Sister..."

She looked at me without saying a word. She started kicking and hitting me, but I stood still, letting her hit me as much as she wanted. My sister said,

"How could you do this... She's my mother!"

"I..."

I told her everything about my mother, without hiding anything. I said,

"Sister, maybe you can't understand, you can't accept, the mistakes I made when I was little, but Mom and I

really couldn't help ourselves,

we went deeper and deeper into this mess."

My sister was speechless for a moment, seemingly having a hard time processing what happened between Mom and me. After a long while, she said,

"I...I'm very angry, but I'm also a little happy. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"Sister, I was wrong..."

"You know...I like you, ever since that happened four years ago.

Because of our relationship, I've never dared to take that step, I never imagined you were already having an affair with Mom. You

..."

"I was wrong, I was wrong..."

"I'm happy because seeing you two like this, I feel like I could be one too, but why did you

sleep ? I'm so conflicted, so angry!" My sister said, then hugged me and started crying again.

"Don't cry, don't cry..."

"Do you love me..."

I looked into my sister's tear-filled eyes, stroked her face, and said,

"Yes..."

"Really?"

"Really. Ever since I rescued you four years ago, and fought for you for the first time, I've worried about you

constantly. I'm always thinking about you, afraid you'll be bullied, afraid Dad will scheme against you. Seeing

how hard breaks my heart. I want to protect you, I want you to have a safe home. We're both

children from broken homes. Although I'm your brother, I'm a man. I want you to live a comfortable life. I've been

working hard to start my own business because I confronted Dad back then. I swore I would make him pay the price, make up for your

trauma, and take over his company! I want everyone to know that bullying my sister has serious consequences!"

My sister kissed my lips, holding me tightly. I hugged her back tightly, and

our tongues intertwined. After a passionate kiss, my sister pushed me away.

"What about Mom?" I asked.

"Mom forbade me from having sex with her a long time ago. She told me to find a girlfriend, but I haven't. I was really

suffering , so Mom finally gave in. From my sophomore year of college until now, I've had sex with Mom less than 10 times. I'll go tell Mom

that I've found a girlfriend, and it's you. Okay?"

"I'm afraid... I'm afraid Mom will be sad."

"I'm afraid too..."

In the end, we decided to test the waters first.

The next day at breakfast, my younger sister was watching TV, while my mom, older sister, and I sat at the table, feeling incredibly awkward.

Mom was probably worried about how to explain what happened last night to my older sister, while we were worried about how to explain

our relationship to Mom. Finally, I spoke first, saying, "Mom, I've

explained everything to my older sister."

"Hmm..." Mom didn't dare look at my older sister, her face turning red.

"Mom, I have something else to say..." Mom looked at me, waiting for me to continue,

"I... I have a girlfriend..."

"Really? Who is she?" Mom looked at me happily.

"It's me..." My older sister lowered her head and said softly.

We waited for Mom's reaction, thinking she wouldn't be able to accept it. Unexpectedly, Mom clapped her hands and laughed,

"Oh my, I knew you two would make it! Haha!"

My sister and I stared at Mom in disbelief, completely bewildered. Mom happily said,

"Do you think I'm stupid? I've known for a long time that you two like each other. I

forget , but you two were different from then on. It's just that because of societal norms, I couldn't say much

. Plus, your brother and I... well, anyway, you're not blood sisters, it's okay, it's great! I've been waiting for this day

for a long time , haha." "

But... but daughter, please don't mind what happened between Mom and your brother... Mom was confused back then . I'll be happy as long as you two are happy together." 　　"Mom..." my sister and I said in unison. A huge weight was finally lifted from our hearts. 　　The world is full of wonders. 　　That night held special significance for all three of us. 　　In the night, anxiously waiting for my sister to fall asleep, Mom saw my sister and me fidgeting and couldn't help but laugh at us, making my sister even more ashamed. After my younger sister finally fell asleep, I couldn't wait to push my mother and older sister into my room. I was ready for a passionate threesome! 　　Watching the mother and daughters sitting on my bed, my blood surged, and I was overwhelmed with excitement. My older sister blushed deeply ; although she wasn't a virgin anymore, this was a first for both of us. Only my mother remained calm, gesturing for my sister and me to go first. I took off my sister's clothes first. Her large breasts stood erect, round and firm , possessing a more mature charm than four years ago. She hadn't had sex in years, and those breasts hadn't been touched in years. I then pulled down her pants, revealing her beautiful vagina, just like my mother's. This time was different; I knew I could finally enjoy this exquisite vagina. I quickly stripped myself naked, my erect penis, like a steel rod, red and swollen, said, 　　"Sister, I'm coming!" 　　My sister smiled shyly at my penis. I pushed my sister down and went My mother was already naked; another ripe, naked body rubbed against me from behind, her hand holding my penis, gently stroking it. I bit my sister's large nipple and sucked on it. My sister let out a sweet moan. I squeezed , bit, and sucked harder, and my sister cried out, 　　"You little rascal, be gentle... ah... um..." 　　I kissed my sister's lips to stop her from speaking, one hand caressing her tender vulva, gently pinching it.

My sister's clitoris was kissed by me, and she could only moan softly. It was so stimulating. I couldn't wait

to mount her, ignoring foreplay, just to ejaculate first. But then, my mother stopped me, saying,

"Don't rush."

She gestured for me to lie down and licked my glans. My sister rolled over and lay on my chest, sucking on

my nipples. It was heavenly. My sister slid down, licking my penis with my mother, her

tongue sweeping up and down my entire shaft, each hand holding one of my testicles, gently kneading them. My

left hand held my mother's breast, so soft, and my right hand held my sister's breast, so firm. The two sensations

were incredibly stimulating. I gestured for my mother to go first. She guided my penis and straddled me. Her signature

position, woman on top, was an irresistible temptation; I could only surrender. My mother squeezed my penis tightly and slowly

began to move. My sister straddled my face, facing my mother. I opened my mouth and took her alluring, tender vulva into my mouth. My sister

moaned,

"Ah... um... Mom, Mom... I want..."

"Don't rush, take it slow... ah... um..."

My mother leaned forward and kissed my sister. I heard their passionate kissing. Saliva dripped onto my stomach. My

tongue slipped into my sister's vulva. My sister moaned softly. My mother increased the speed of her movements,

her hands grabbing and kneading my sister's beautiful breasts. My sister reached out and stroked my mother's clitoris, making my mother work even harder. She

moved up and down on me quickly, her vagina clenching tightly. I almost couldn't hold back anymore. Stimulated by the cries of the two beautiful

women I opened my ejaculation gate and ejaculated. My mother, impacted by the semen,

continued to move quickly before my penis softened. After a while, my mother's vulva contracted, slowly squeezing out my half-soft penis.

My mother collapsed to the side, and my sister immediately bent down, grabbed my penis, and took it into her mouth. This was unbearable; I'd just ejaculated

, and my penis was incredibly sensitive. I gestured for my sister to turn around and asked her for a kiss. She greedily sucked on my

tongue , even more eager than I was. We kissed passionately, our hands roaming over each other's bodies. Before I knew it, Mom

had quietly left, leaving just my sister and me.

Suddenly, she pushed me away and said, "Wait a minute, I have something to show you."

Then she ran out. I closed my eyes contentedly to rest, conserving my energy for my next encounter.

A little while later, my sister returned wearing sexy lingerie, flaunting her allure. This set of light purple

lingerie with feather trim, the bra made of semi-transparent gauze, clearly showed my sister's round areolas and erect nipples.

The panties were even more provocative, with a piece of fabric missing from her private parts, exposing her tender vulva, making one's mouth water

. I thought the lingerie looked familiar and said,

"Where have I seen this before?"

"Oh, it's all your fault, you little rascal. Remember when you got me clothes, you brought me

this set!"

"Ah... I didn't look carefully at the time. I just grabbed it randomly. Really!"

"Hmph, I think you did this on purpose."

Looking at my sister's beautiful body, I suddenly remembered a question and said,

"Who were you planning to wear this for back then?"

"Who? I didn't have a boyfriend back then! Hmph! You want to control me?"

"Then why did you buy it! Of course I want to control you, I'm your man now!"

"I... I bought it for my next boyfriend. No way. I want to be your sister, I don't want you

to control me." "My sister curled up in my arms, feigning pitifulness.

'You'll always be my sister, and I'll always be your brother, that won't change, sister, I love you...'

'Brother...'

My sister's eyes welled up with tears. I gently stroked her face and kissed her. Touching

her was a unique experience. My sister reached out and stroked my penis, which soon became erect. I asked,

'Sister, are you wet down there?'

'I haven't been dry tonight...'

I gestured for my sister to lie down, sticking her buttocks up. I positioned myself behind her, one hand pinching her plump buttocks, the other rubbing my penis

up and down in front of her tender vulva. My sister moaned softly. I said,

'Sister, do you want it?'

'You...yes! Hurry up!'

My sister is my sister...she's not buying it."

"I'm coming!"

I aimed at her entrance and thrust hard, penetrating her completely. My sister cried out,

"Ah...you...be gentle...it hurts...ah...um...uh..."

I played with her plump buttocks, rhythmically thrusting in and out. The lingerie had a special allure,

seemingly even more sensual than being naked. I watched my penis go in and out of my sister's beautiful vagina, her juices overflowing,

the movements incredibly smooth. My glans slid against the vaginal walls, caressed by the folds of flesh, and I couldn't help

but moan . I said,

"Ah...sister, it feels so good inside...um...sister, I love you..."

"Little brother, I love you too...ah...um...um..."

I slowly increased my speed, faster and faster, slapping against my sister's plump buttocks with a slapping sound. My sister

panted heavily, saying, "Little brother...slow down...I can't take this position...ah...um...slow down..."

I felt my sister's vagina getting tighter and tighter, as if she was about to climax. I said, "Sis, are you almost there?"

"Almost! Almost there!"

I quickly pulled out my penis, lay down, and put my head between my sister's legs. Her delicious, tender vulva was right above my mouth. I reached out

and pressed down on my sister's plump buttocks, and her beautiful vulva fell right into my mouth. My sister let out a soft sigh, and her juices

slowly flowed into my mouth. I gently licked her clitoris and lightly bit it with my lips. My sister trembled.

I inserted my tongue into her vulva and stirred it vigorously. Her juices flowed all over my face, sweet and delicious. I sucked hard, my tongue quickly

sweeping across her clitoris and vulva. My sister cried out more and more excitedly. I saw that she was about to climax. I took her entire vulva into my mouth,

inserted my tongue into her vagina, probing and digging, and rubbed her clitoris with my lips. My sister cried out:

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Don't stop, don't stop! Little brother, little brother... I love you, little brother... I'm here!"

My sister's vulva gripped my tongue. I could feel her vulva grabbing my tongue, throbbing back and forth. My sister's whole body

convulsed, and she gasped repeatedly. My sister had climaxed. I continued sucking on her tender vulva, not wasting a single drop of her juices. While my sister

was still immersed in her orgasm, I smeared some of her juices on my penis, straddled her chest, and used…

I pressed my hands together against my sister's large breasts, and my penis thrust between them. Ah… the feeling of breast sex…

this feeling is different from my mother's. My mother's are softer, with little resistance, but my sister's are firm, squeezing my

penis. I thrust quickly a few times, and my penis became even harder and thicker. I moved down to my sister's lower body, spread

her legs into an M shape, and slowly inserted myself. I said,

"Sister… does it feel good…?"

"It feels good… little brother, you're so good… ah…"

Having been thoroughly fucked by my mother before, it wasn't so easy for me to ejaculate this time. I held my sister's small feet in my hands. Her

tender little feet aroused my appetite. My penis slowly throbbed as I lifted her feet, sucking on her

soft beautiful toes, licking the soles, and sucking on her toes. My sister tried to pull her feet away, but I held them tightly.

She cried out,

"Ah... little brother... no... I'm ticklish... um... um..."

"No, little brother just likes this... are your little feet so tender... delicious..."

"Ah... um... um..."

I started to speed up, thrusting violently. My sister squeezed her breasts hard, her expression

contorted. I felt like I was about to ejaculate, so I slowed down, nine shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, three to the left and three to the right, moving like an eel, advancing like a leech

. My sister was beneath me, ecstatic and incoherent:

"Ah...no...don't stop...faster...ah...no...ah...ah..."

"Sister, call me when you're almost there so I can ejaculate."

"Mmm...mmm...ah...almost there, ah...ah...uh...it's here! It's here!"

"So fast, I haven't come yet..."

I sped up, thrusting forcefully, rubbing my glans rapidly against the tip of her vagina.

"Ah..." my sister let out a soft sigh.

My sister climaxed, and I felt her vagina contracting tightly. I continued to thrust violently, resisting

the contractions of her vagina, my penis becoming even more sensitive from the tight grip, it felt so good... My sister's expression turned painful:

"Little brother, hurry up and ejaculate...I...I...I can't take it anymore, you're going to kill me...ah...mmm..."

"I'm ejaculating! I'm ejaculating! Sister..."

As the hot semen shot deep into my sister's body, she convulsed again. Fresh, hot

semen can also promote a woman's orgasm. I was exhausted too. I lay down beside my sister, holding her close, both of us

panting heavily . I smelled her breath; even her exhaled air seemed so alluring, so fragrant. I

gently kissed her. My sister had already soared in the throes of passion.

The next day, my sister couldn't get out of bed… After finally managing to get up, she walked with an awkward posture,

legs . Mom saw her and burst out laughing. My sister blushed and raised her hand to hit me again. Is this the legendary

bliss of family life? I felt so happy, so incredibly happy.

After graduating from university, my sister and I worked hard to run our company, and it grew bigger and bigger. In the following years,

many things happened in our family. Dad took over Mom's family business…

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The three women in my life: my mother, my older sister, and my younger sister.

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