Sexy Junior Sister

My wife went to America, and I'm all alone at home now; it doesn't feel like home anymore. Sometimes I wake up suddenly at night, only to find no one beside me. This day, while scrolling through my phone, I accidentally found my junior colleague's number. Speaking of her, she's really had a tough time. After getting married, her husband was stationed in another city and rarely came home. She got pregnant not long after their marriage, but because they had sex after drinking, and she had taken medication for a cold before trying to conceive, she consulted doctors and my wife, and ultimately had an abortion. More than six months later, she's pregnant again, probably six or seven months along. It seems they haven't enjoyed much intimacy in the year or so they've been married. So I called, and sure enough, she was home. I told the driver to take me there. Passing a pharmacy, I got out and bought two bottles of "Centrum" vitamins for her; she'll need them sooner or later anyway. In my haste, this was the only thing I could get; otherwise, it would be difficult to buy her a gift. The car quickly arrived at my junior colleague's apartment complex. The complex was still quite desolate, with only a few service facilities, but there was a large supermarket not far from it. It took a lot of courage to set up such a large supermarket in such a newly developed area. I saw my junior colleague standing at the entrance of the complex, heavily pregnant. I got out of the car, sent the driver back to the company, and went with her to her home. She had bought a spacious three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment. Her father had gone home because he couldn't get used to living there; he had been sick a few days ago, and her mother had also temporarily gone back to take care of him for a couple of days. Her younger brother sometimes came over, but it was inconvenient for him because he lived in Qinghe. We chatted for a while, and suddenly we heard the prelude to the evening news—it was already seven o'clock—so I said, "Let's go, it's time to eat." My junior colleague said, "There's not much good food downstairs, only a hot pot place that's okay." I was shocked: "How can you still eat hot pot?" My junior colleague asked, puzzled, "What's wrong with hot pot?" I told her that pregnant women shouldn't eat hot pot, as it might affect the fetus. I said, "Forget it, let's just buy some groceries and cook ourselves." My junior colleague said, "We don't have much food at home, where are we going to buy it so late? Besides, what time will it take to cook?" I confidently said, "I promise you'll have dinner before 7:45." I went to the kitchen and only found two tomatoes and two potatoes. I said to my junior colleague, "You stretch your legs, boil some water, wash the tomatoes, chop them into small pieces, peel a scallion, and cook the rice. Wait for me." I asked for the bicycle keys, inquired about the bike, went downstairs, and rode straight to the supermarket. The supermarket was indeed quite large, with everything imaginable. It was close to closing time, so there were discounted items everywhere. I picked out a piece of braised beef, grabbed a bag of bean sprouts, a box of ginger, and some peanuts that looked good, so I took a bag of those too. There were only two Wuchang fish left, so I took one at a 30% discount, and also grabbed a bunch of wood ear fungus and a bunch of wormwood stalks. When I got back, my junior sister had already started cooking rice and boiling water. I washed the peanuts and gently roasted them in a wok. I prepared the Wuchang fish, and by then the rice was ready, so I steamed the fish and washed the vegetables. The peanuts were almost cooked, so I added a little oil, tossed them a few times, and took them out of the wok. Then I stir-fried the tomatoes, added water, and poured it into a soup pot. By then the rice was cooked, so I stir-fried some chrysanthemum greens. My junior sister watched me work methodically, sometimes helping out. Before long, a plate of fried peanuts, braised beef, cold bean sprouts, stir-fried chrysanthemum greens, tomato and wood ear mushroom soup, and steamed Wuchang fish were ready. I checked my watch; it was 7:45. My junior colleague sincerely said, "You're really something! I couldn't finish this in two hours." I said smugly, "Everything needs a plan. With a plan, nothing is a problem. Let's just eat quickly today, it'll be a bit rushed." After sitting down, my junior colleague suddenly asked, "Want to drink? What kind?" I said baijiu (Chinese liquor), and she brought out a bottle of Fenjiu and a bottle of dry red wine, along with two glasses. I was surprised: "You drink?" My junior colleague said, "Just a little, no problem." The Fenjiu was brought from home by her father; it was in a porcelain bottle and had been aged for over ten years, making it very refreshing. My junior colleague praised each dish she ate, and the two of us finished everything. She probably ate more than I did, as I drank about seven liang (350ml) and a glass of dry red wine. My junior colleague only drank a little red wine. After clearing the dishes, I washed them and returned to the living room. My junior colleague had already made tea. I sat on the sofa, feeling a little dizzy because the aftereffects of the Fenjiu were kicking in. My junior colleague sat down on the sofa, then stood up again, rubbing her stomach, and said, "I ate too much, I ate too much. It's all your fault, you cooked so delicious food, I ate too much. Can you come for a walk with me?" I was also trying to sober up, so I went out with her. The streetlights in the neighborhood weren't on yet, but the moon was beautiful, round and large, probably around the fifteenth of the lunar month. We walked slowly, without saying a word. A young couple walked by from the opposite direction; they must have been walking home. The wife was heavily pregnant, probably seven or eight months along, and she was holding her husband's arm, clinging tightly to him. I saw... My junior sister kept her eyes fixed on them until they went inside the building. A gust of wind blew by; the early winter air was already a bit chilly. She instinctively snuggled closer to me. I reached out and gently hugged her, then let go. She took my arm, and we walked slowly and silently. Back in the room, it was almost ten o'clock. I wanted to go home. My junior sister said, "There are no taxis now. A taxi will cost at least 40 yuan, and you'll have to walk to the Fourth Ring Road and wait ages to get one. Why don't you stay here tonight? I can ask you more questions." I thought about it and agreed. My junior sister found me a set of pajamas, saying they were her father's, and told me to take a shower. After showering, I smelled my underwear; it already smelled bad, so I put on the pajamas. When I returned to the living room, my junior sister had already made up the guest room for me to sleep in. I told her to go shower, and I sat on the sofa watching TV. A long time passed before she came out; it turned out she had also washed her hair. She said, "My hair won't dry for half a day. If you're not sleepy, chat with me for a while." I didn't have anything planned for tomorrow anyway, so I chatted with her. I sat on the sofa, and she sat in a chair. We chatted about this and that, but we didn't really have many things in common. Most of the conversations were about pregnancy and children. When I learned that she rarely took vitamins and folic acid supplements, I became a little anxious: "Why don't you take care of anything? I think you're worse than a country bumpkin." She wasn't angry; instead, she said sincerely, "Senior, you guys know so much, how come I know nothing? Like what to eat and what not to eat, nobody tells me anything. After I got pregnant, we ate hot pot so many times! We went whenever we were too lazy to cook, and now I regret it so much! Senior, I want to ask you, is there any way to get rid of these stretch marks? They're so ugly." I said, "As long as you keep applying vitamin ointment to improve skin elasticity, you can alleviate the symptoms." She said, "Can I still recover now?" As she spoke, she stood up and lifted her pajamas. I saw that her belly was very large, and her skin had been stretched to the point of tearing, with wide and deep stretch marks. Because her pajamas couldn't cover her belly, they had slipped down to her lower abdomen, probably just above her pubic hair, and her belly button was already protruding. I said to her, "First, junior sister, you're already stretched like this, it's probably going to be tough. It'll be fine after a year or so after giving birth. Second, your belly button is protruding, so it's probably a boy. Third?..." My junior sister asked anxiously, "Tell me! Tell me! What is it?" I gritted my teeth and said, "Third, it's getting cold now, you should protect your belly and not let the baby feel the cold outside. Wear maternity underwear." "Maternity underwear? What's that? I've never heard of it." I told her that maternity underwear has a long crotch that can be pulled up to the belly to protect the abdomen. She immediately said, "Really? You have to come with me to buy some tomorrow." She then asked, "Do you also have maternity bras?" I said, "Of course, but if your old ones still work, you don't necessarily have to buy more. They're very expensive, over two hundred yuan." My junior sister is very meticulous; she definitely wouldn't be willing to buy a bra that costs over two hundred yuan. She said, "Then how about this one?" As she spoke, she lifted her pajamas completely up. The moment I saw it, my lower body felt like it was on fire, and I instantly became hard. Because my junior's bra was too small, it could only barely accommodate half of her breasts, and due to the earlier movement, her left nipple was already showing. (I had never seen a woman's body before, so this was a natural physiological reaction.) I had my hands behind my head, leaning against the sofa, and since I wasn't wearing underwear, my erection was very obvious. I immediately changed my posture, leaning forward. As soon as I lifted her clothes, I felt a chill, so she immediately knew and quickly put her pajamas down. She must have seen my erection too, because people are very sensitive to moving objects. We were silent for about a minute. To break the awkward silence, I took the initiative to say, "I won't say whether we should buy it or not. Your junior's wife often did this before, and that's how we got together..." "I spent over five hundred yuan to buy two bras, but now they're completely useless, and I can't even give them away. Besides..." I hesitated again. My junior sister calmed down and said, "Senior brother, we're discussing scientific issues here. If you have any advice, please don't hold back and just say it." Encouraged by her, I felt much more relaxed and told her frankly, "Actually, the bra isn't the most important problem. You have another big issue: your nipples are severely inverted. If you don't fix it, it will be a huge problem for your baby to breastfeed in the future, and it will even bleed." My junior sister said, "I've also seen..."The book said that I sometimes tried to pinch it and rub it with a towel, but it hurt too much. I said, "If you're afraid of the pain now, what will happen when your baby sucks and the sores break open? You'll have to breastfeed, and the sores will break open again. You can't stop breastfeeding, so it will never heal properly, and it might even cause mastitis. Both you and your baby will suffer then. It's better to endure the pain now than later." My junior sister said, "I will definitely persevere. Thank you for your advice." After a pause, she asked again, "Isn't there a better way, one that isn't too painful, but can still heal?" I smiled mysteriously and didn't answer. My junior colleague got impatient, sat down next to me, and shook my arm: "Tell me, tell me! You're so boring, always holding back." I said, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that you won't need it, and there are side effects." My junior colleague said, "Whether I need it or not, just consider it an opportunity to learn something, okay?" I said, "It's very simple, just practice the baby's breastfeeding movements beforehand." My junior colleague was a bit slow-witted and didn't react immediately: "What? How do I practice?" I said, "Just let someone suckle your milk every day, and over time it will have a better effect than a towel, right? And it will also suck out the nipple, keeping the milk ducts clear. Besides, it's comfortable to suckle." My junior colleague understood; the only person who could suckle her nipple was her husband, not even her mother. She asked again, "What about the side effects?" I really couldn't do anything with her, and replied, "What side effects could there be? Won't problems arise while she's suckling?" Seeing my mischievous smile, my junior colleague understood what the problem was this time and didn't ask any more questions. After thinking for a moment, she asked again, "Did you and your sister-in-law have any problems? People say you can't do that during pregnancy. We haven't done it since she got pregnant." I smiled and said, "That's human instinct, let nature take its course. You have to suckle every day, but you can't have sex every day, right?" My junior sister said, "You two didn't have any problems? You can still do that while pregnant?" I saw that my junior sister's face was flushed, and I figured she must be feeling the heat of the moment. It must have been tough for her not to have sex for more than half a year. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head: why don't I try to sleep with her? Thinking about this, I relaxed and resumed my supine position, saying, "Actually, I think the happiest time for a couple is during the months of pregnancy, especially after five or six months. You see, the honeymoon is wonderful, but in that state of confusion, you can't be completely open; after a while, you're afraid of getting pregnant, so you're always hesitant; and at least once a month you can't have sex because of your period; only during these months, you're not afraid of getting pregnant, and you don't have your period, so you can have sex every week; besides, after getting pregnant, your libido is good, and you have more lubrication, making penetration very smooth, and it's especially easy to reach orgasm. Junior sister, do you feel..." "Can you feel it?" My junior sister was getting restless on the sofa, her voice trembling slightly. "But isn't my stomach under pressure?" I couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Don't be so old-fashioned. Humans aren't animals because we can be face-to-face; but we can't lose our animal instincts. We can do it from behind, we can lick with our mouths, we can touch with our hands. Actually, it feels really good from behind. Don't you want to try? Your sister-in-law and I have almost never stopped, except the day before her checkup. The day before she was hospitalized, we had sex both late and early. For months, we did it from behind." Now, every time, I ejaculate from behind last. She says this way it goes in deeper and the ejaculation is especially powerful. "At this point, my junior sister was completely limp on top of me, her face almost pressed against my bulging scrotum. I helped her up, wrapped my left arm around her neck, and kissed her lips. My right hand reached under her nightgown and gently unhooked her bra. Under my passionate kiss, she was too weak to think. I gently blew into her ear and said, 'Junior sister, let me suck you, okay?' It was the word 'junior sister' that reminded her; she pushed me away abruptly." "I can't let my sister-in-law down," I said, pulling her close. "We haven't had sex in months, it'd be nice to satisfy each other. Besides, I like you, little sister." It was pure nonsense, but it worked. She threw herself into my arms. "I've always liked you, but I never had the chance. I've always wanted to find someone like you, but I can never find one. I'm so jealous of my sister-in-law. I like you, that's why I always deliberately avoid you, you know that?" I kissed away her tears, comforting her as I helped her to the bedroom. I helped her sit on the edge of the bed, supporting her neck with my right hand and gently laying her down. My left hand took the opportunity to grope her crotch; her pajama bottoms were already soaked with a patch the size of my palm, and I could feel the heat even through the two layers of fabric. I pushed her to lie on her right side to make her more comfortable. You know, with thirty or forty pounds of weight on her stomach, lying on her back is quite uncomfortable. As I kissed her, I unbuttoned her pajamas one button at a time. Once unbuttoned, I pulled the corner of the blanket over her stomach to keep her warm, then pulled down her bra and began kissing her breasts and nipples. My junior's breasts weren't large to begin with, but they were full after pregnancy, though her nipples remained small, rosy, like a little girl's. Her nipples were slightly inverted, and I swirled my tongue around them, occasionally sucking on them. Soon, she let out a moan. My left hand slipped inside her panties, gently tugging at her pubic hair, then slowly moved down, pausing at her mons pubis before turning back. I ran my hand slowly along her buttocks, gently pressing down to encourage her to lift her buttocks, easily pulling her pajama bottoms and underwear down to her thighs. I didn't rush to attack her genitals, but instead slowly and repeatedly caressed her tailbone, groin, anus, and perineum, while gently rubbing her right nipple with my right hand and kissing her ears and neck. Occasionally, I would dab a little sticky fluid from her vulva and smear it on her perineum and anus. My junior sister, probably never having experienced this kind of foreplay before, kept moaning. Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer and said shyly, "Come in." I feigned ignorance: "Into where?" My junior sister covered her face with her hands and whispered, "Inside." I pressed further, "Where?" My junior sister could only say, "Inside your vagina." Hearing such a crude word come from my junior sister's mouth felt a little strange, but it was understandable. She was such an innocent person; she probably only knew the words "vagina" and "cunt." Saying "vagina" at this moment would be even more ridiculous. It was truly difficult for my junior sister. I immediately inserted my ring finger into my junior sister's hot, slippery cave, my middle finger stroking between her clitoris and labia minora, and my thumb resting on her anus and perineum. My junior sister's vaginal walls were relatively soft and smooth, unlike some people's which were bumpy inside. Because she was lying on her back, my fingers could only stroke the back wall of her vagina, unable to reach her clitoris. My junior sister kept twisting her body, crying out, "No, no, it's not a hand." I deliberately asked, "Then what is it?" My junior sister turned around and lightly slapped my crotch with her hand, "You bad boy! It's your... cock." She blushed after saying that. I helped my junior sister sit up, took off her pajamas and bra, laid her down, pulled the blanket over her, and got out of bed to take off her pajama bottoms and underwear. I spread her thighs apart: her pubic hair was very sparse and pale, slightly yellowish, somewhat like her head hair. Her armpit hair was also very sparse and light. Some people have sparse armpit hair but thick pubic hair, while others have thick armpit hair and even thicker pubic hair. I had never seen anyone with sparse pubic hair like my junior sister before. What was even more peculiar was her vulva: her labia majora were not thick, just two narrow bulges, slightly open at the moment; her labia minora were very small, which I had already felt when I touched them earlier, and I was still quite surprised. Although her labia minora were very swollen, they still couldn't extend beyond her labia majora, unlike most people whose labia minora always show a little bit. I reached out and parted them. Her labia minora were extremely tender, pink inside, and the tips and outside were also flesh-colored with a reddish tinge, unlike the brown or even black labia minora of adults. (As an aside, the color of the labia minora has absolutely nothing to do with the number of times you have sex, only with development. My first girlfriend's labia minora were brown, and she was only nineteen years old that year—see "Youthful Memories" 2). Her labia minora had very few folds, making her look like a teenage girl. Her clitoris was also very small, just a small, green bean-sized protrusion at the top of her vulva. I pushed the surrounding skin up, revealing the clitoral glans, which was almost bright red. I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and gently lick it. My junior sister trembled all over, clearly indicating that she rarely experienced stimulation. I went to the bedside, turned on the bedside lamp, dimmed it to the lowest setting, and then turned off the ceiling light. I got into bed, helped my junior sister up, and positioned her feet towards the headboard and her head towards the footboard, so that her vulva could be illuminated by the light without being too glaring. My junior sister was still lying on her side. I had her straighten one leg and bend the other, then I knelt between her legs to savor this rare, tender opening. It wasn't that I didn't want to penetrate her, but because I hadn't had sex for many days, once I entered her vagina, the heat and the wetness would surely prevent me from lasting more than three minutes. My junior sister was currently in the throes of passion, and if she didn't reach orgasm, it would be like throwing her into a living hell. Although it was understandable in theory, it was physically very uncomfortable. It's better to bury a monk alive than to offer him a full meal. My junior sister's physical condition didn't allow for two erections, and besides, the interval between my current erections is at least two or three hours, so this time I had to finish in one go.My junior sister asked me to go in, but I knew she was far from reaching her climax; she was definitely someone who came very slowly. Therefore, I could only satisfy my own desires by giving her ample foreplay, including oral and manual stimulation, to bring her to orgasm. Although I don't enjoy sucking on the genitals of women other than my first love and wife, I felt no disgust towards such a seductive vulva. I couldn't help but suck on her thin labia, occasionally flicking my tongue across her clitoris. I inserted my left middle finger into her vagina, slowly searching for her clitoris. Finally, I found it; her clitoris was located quite far in, just within reach of my fingertip. I used both my hands and mouth, and my junior sister writhed and panted, letting out low growls like a wild animal. Suddenly, she straightened her legs, tightly clamping my hand between them, her body convulsing back and forth. I knew she was close to climaxing, so I intensified my movements. Actually, I could only move my fingers; my hand was tightly clamped and I couldn't move it. My fingers slid back and forth inside her vagina, occasionally touching her clitoris. She had completely collapsed, pulling the blanket over her head, gasping for breath. She finally pulled the blanket away, already drenched in sweat. I leaned over and kissed her lips with mine, my lips wet with her juices, and nuzzled her neck with my chin. I whispered, "Is it good?" She said shyly, "Yes! Just... It's too scary, too intense, it feels a little... empty." I took off my pajama bottoms and pajamas, and pulled her hand to touch my penis. She immediately pulled her hand away at the slightest touch. I grabbed her hand again: "What are you afraid of? It's not like we've just met." She remained silent. She admitted to spying on me last time. I asked again, "How did you feel when you saw it last time? Have you ever seen anyone like that before?" She said shyly, "I've never seen anyone like that except when my younger brother was little. You're the first. I thought it was so scary, it was so thick, I was afraid it wouldn't go in." I said, "Can you put it in today?" She nodded. I held my penis in my hand and probed through her buttocks from behind. It was a complete swamp there, slippery everywhere. I carefully held the hot, fleshy rod and followed it along her vulva... I rubbed against her, from the vaginal opening to the clitoris, and before I knew it, the head of my penis would desperately try to penetrate. I did this to whet her appetite, and also to numb the head of my penis to prevent premature ejaculation. Her vagina desperately gripped my penis, and seeing that the time was right, I thrust hard, penetrating to the hilt. We both let out a satisfied cry, after all, we hadn't tasted flesh for months. My glans tingled, and I almost ejaculated. I quickly gritted my teeth, thinking about one thing, and finally, I had made it through. My junior colleague suddenly asked, "Really, it won't affect the fetus?" I said, "Don't worry, the uterus is still far away. The uterine contractions during orgasm will help the fetus grow and adapt to the external environment as soon as possible. I'll be careful." Hearing that sex was beneficial and harmless, she obediently cooperated. Although she had never tried this position before, her instincts made her cooperate perfectly. I knew where her clitoris was, so two out of three thrusts were aimed at it, causing my junior colleague to moan softly. I didn't say anything, slowly thrusting in and out. After all... The stimulation of her vagina was too intense; after a few minutes, I couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust a dozen times, and my junior sister cooperated tightly. I pressed down hard on her buttocks, grabbed one of her breasts with my right hand, and pressed down on her thigh with my left. My pent-up semen gushed out in spurts. At this moment, my junior sister cried out again. I felt her vagina gripping my penis tightly with each thrust; the feeling was incredibly pleasurable. After ejaculating, I fell asleep immediately. My penis was still inside her vagina for only a few minutes. When my penis softened and slid out... At that moment, I believe many people know it's the most painful instant, and I woke up abruptly. She said, "Oh no, quick, get some tissues." Since we were sleeping face down, I quickly got up to get tissues from the bedside table, but it was too late; the sheets were soaked. I used tissues to stop the flood first, then quickly wiped the sheets. After wiping the sheets, I wiped her body; her thighs were covered in it. After using countless tissues, I finally finished wiping, and she said, "There's still some on my calves." I felt strange, touched them, and sure enough... It was only then that I realized I had gotten up to get tissues, and some semen had dripped onto her leg. We were both sleepy, so we kissed briefly and drifted off to sleep. The next day, there was another flurry of activity: changing clothes, changing sheets, cleaning up the tissues scattered on the floor, taking a shower. While showering, I inevitably took advantage of the situation and made some advances. Only then did I accompany her to Dongdan to buy clothes. I bought her two bras, three pairs of panties, and some other items, but she insisted on paying for them herself. From then on, every Tuesday or Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday evening... I always stayed overnight at my junior colleague's house. Sometimes I'd have to go home on weekend mornings just to check in and appease my wife, because I didn't want to be intimate with her at her house. Sometimes her brother would come over, so I'd have to avoid it for a couple of days, then make it up to him later. This didn't last long. This went on for over a month. A little over a week before Christmas, I suddenly received a text from her: "My mom's here." From then on, I never went to her house again. A few days before the Spring Festival, I was on a business trip out of town. One morning, as soon as I turned on my phone, I received a text message: 0:53 Male, 3600 grams, natural birth, mother and child safe. Sent around 5 PM. Good heavens! 7 pounds 2 ounces, natural birth! I don't know how my little sister's tiny vagina could accommodate such a large baby. During the Lunar New Year, I couldn't visit her because I was still in my confinement period. After returning to work, I had a lot of work, so I didn't visit her until her baby was almost two months old. I brought some clothes my own child had worn and some baby books. Worn clothes are best for babies, and I figured not many people would give books as gifts, so I could choose carefully. Unlike some families who receive a ton of clothes from relatives and friends after a baby is born, but only a few are actually wearable. My gifts are guaranteed to be appreciated and won't be thrown away for a year or two. When I arrived at her house, her mother opened the door. I introduced myself as her classmate. Her mother told me that her husband had left, but was currently being transferred back. She and her daughter were probably sleeping. I chatted casually with her aunt in the living room for a few minutes. Then, my little sister, still sleepy, came out and her eyes lit up when she saw me. She asked me to sit for a moment and went to the restroom. She fussed around in the restroom for quite a while before coming out and saying to her mother, "Mom, I haven't seen my senior brother in so long. Please buy some nice things to treat him." Her mother immediately went out to buy groceries. We went to the bedroom; the child was sleeping on the big bed, not in a crib. I had come today genuinely to see them, mother and daughter, without any other requests, but she suddenly hugged my waist, saying, "I missed you so much! I missed you so much! Why did it take you so long?" We kissed, and she untied me... She pulled down my belt, took off my pants, and I took off my sweater, undershirt, and underwear. She was already naked when she crawled into bed, wearing only a bra. I reached down and touched her thighs; they were already soaked. I parted her legs, carefully examined her episiotomy wound, and couldn't help but kiss it. This time, without her pregnant belly, it was much easier. I used one hand to attack her lower body, and the other hand gently caressed her breasts and nipples through her bra. I knew she didn't take off her bra mainly to avoid getting her nipples wet. Bacteria affect a baby's feeding, so this was just a temporary fix, but it was quite effective. Soon, she started whimpering. I got up, leaned over her, kissing her mouth and breasts while directing my already throbbing, burning erection towards her paradise. I wanted to play with her a bit, randomly stabbing her with my penis, sometimes at her clitoris, sometimes at her labia. The slippery vaginal fluid and the labial groove naturally drew my glans towards her entrance. I would sometimes pull upwards, sometimes dodge to the side, and my little junior sister would involuntarily follow. With a thrust, I sought that fiery hardness. Several times, my glans was already nestled between the two small labia, but I pulled it out forcefully. My junior sister couldn't take it anymore; she gripped my buttocks tightly with both hands, thrusting her hips forward, finally pressing my thick penis into her vagina. My junior sister asked softly, "Is it looser after having a baby?" Indeed, because her pelvis had widened, it was noticeably looser than a few months ago. I reassured her, "It's not loose; it's still as tight as before. It feels so good." Only then was my junior sister relieved. We continued kissing while thrusting forcefully. But I had to be careful not to press on her breasts; this position was quite tiring, and her pubic hair, just starting to grow short, pricked me a little. However, it was precisely because of this slight pain that I didn't become overly excited and ejaculate prematurely. I knelt up, holding her legs, and thrust in and out. My junior hadn't exercised for almost a year, so her waist quickly became weak. I lowered her legs, supported my upper body with my hands, and straddled hers, making her close her legs and tightly clamp my penis between them. This position gave me considerable freedom; I could move up and down along her vagina, make circular motions with my waist, and move my penis back and forth, stimulating her vaginal walls and clitoris. Due to the close connection between our organs, the stimulation was intense, and coupled with my junior's long-awaited abstinence, she quickly reached her climax. She bit down hard on the blanket, gripped my thighs, and forcefully cooperated with me.Everyone rubs bananas, big and soft for free. Suddenly I felt my vagina contract violently, very strongly, like someone was forcefully grabbing my penis. I felt a little pain, my mind cleared up, and the desire to ejaculate subsided immediately. I just remained motionless, experiencing the contractions of my vagina. My junior sister's orgasm this time was intense and long-lasting. She didn't say anything for a long time, quietly savoring the aftertaste of the orgasm. After a long time, she remembered me: "Why didn't you ejaculate?" I said: "Your pubic hair hurt a little, and besides, you were gripping me so tightly, I couldn't ejaculate." My junior sister shyly closed her eyes, then suddenly opened them and said: "How about we do it from behind?" Of course I was willing. I gestured for my junior sister to spread her legs, then knelt between her legs, lifted her legs, brought them together, and then lowered them. I then changed to a side-lying position, thus completing the change of position without having to pull out. Without the burden, I could thrust freely, using five shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, varying the frequency, or changing the direction, making my junior sister moan repeatedly. Her cries were too loud, and since she wasn't far from the baby, the child suddenly woke up and started crying loudly. My junior sister quickly patted the baby, saying, "Oh, little baby, don't cry, don't make a fuss, Mommy and Uncle are doing good deeds, don't cry, go to sleep." But the baby didn't listen to her and continued to cry. I instructed her on how to breastfeed, and she unhooked her bra, revealing her nipple and putting it in the baby's mouth. The baby stopped crying and started nursing. I didn't relax at all, and intensified my thrusting, almost penetrating to the deepest point each time. My junior sister moaned passionately again. I felt a tingling sensation in my glans, so I thrust a few more times. My junior sister patted the baby with one hand, breastfeeding while also shaking her buttocks in coordination. My penis suddenly swelled up, and a stream of heat gushed out. At this moment, I heard my junior sister's rapid breathing again and felt my penis being tightly gripped. I violently sprayed my nectar deep into the peach blossom cave again and again.

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