Adultery

I lay there quietly, burning with desire. The lights outside the window flickered, the city night always filled with ambiguity.
The faint scent of soap wafted through the air, tantalizing my senses. I gently turned my head, my nose brushing against my sister's calf, my lower
body growing increasingly hot.
I pulled out my swollen, cucumber-like penis and gripped it tightly. It seemed to come alive, throbbing in
my palm, the large glans gleaming eerily, scraping against my thumb and forefinger. My sister's floral silk dress covered her knees;
she lay on her back, motionless. Actually, I felt a pang of regret. My sister had come to my city on business; we should have had more
opportunities for intimacy. But her helplessness softened my heart. I comforted her and told her to go to sleep, but I was caught in a dilemma
.
The small room, the stuffy air, and my sister, just out of the shower, asleep beside me.
A few years ago, I started masturbating with my sister's underwear. I once ejaculated thick semen into
the cups of her bra; the white cotton fabric absorbed it completely, leaving only pale yellow stains. My sister found out and
scolded me a few times. A few years before that, I tried to penetrate her, but her withered vulva, like a dried eggplant,
left me completely helpless. She was still in elementary school then.
Now it's different. Full hips and full breasts lie quietly beside me. She's even started
living with me; the last line of defense has been broken. I sympathize with her situation, but I still want to enter her body.
I sat up and saw the flesh beneath her floral silk dress moving with her breath. I wasn't sure if she was
really asleep; I couldn't act rashly. I'm too timid; otherwise, I wouldn't have waited twenty years without making a move.
My penis, which had been swollen, was now gradually cooling. I thought I'd find her underwear first, masturbate once, so that
next time it would last longer. Although I didn't want her to wake up, I still hoped my sister could
experience pleasure during our intercourse. So I got out of bed, pretending to go
to the bathroom. Seeing that she didn't react, I squatted down and rummaged through the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed. Sure enough, I pulled out my sister's cotton bra, folded
neatly.
I became excited, but at this moment, my penis couldn't get erect. Had I become impotent from suppressing my sexual desire for too long?
The bra was milky white, exuding a shy, girlish fragrance in the night. The underband of the cups was decorated with lace patterns, and
it was padded with soft, comfortable foam. I knew my sister's breasts had always been underdeveloped, but before I turned off the light,
I noticed they were at least half the size of a basketball. Now she was a real woman, a shy, conservative high school
graduate, and in the midst of confusion after graduation.
I placed one cup under my scrotum, and gently covered my penis with the other, rubbing the glans in a circular motion
. My limp penis was bent under the pressure, and slowly, gradually, it became engorged and hard.
My glans pressed against the bra cup, instantly swelling, my penis filling my hand, heavy and hard,
like a flagpole lifting the bra, displaying its power before my sleeping sister.
I closed my eyes, imagining my sister's full breasts squeezing and scraping against my penis, the glans constantly hitting the bra cup,
the pleasure gradually intensifying. After about a few dozen thrusts, my penis began to throb irregularly, swelling dramatically. My mind went
blank, and I rushed into the bathroom, removed the crumpled bra, and continued to masturbate with my right hand, thick
semen spurting out in gushes, covering an entire wall of tiles.
When I returned to bed, I heard my sister's even, soft snoring.
As I lay down, the bed vibrated. My sister turned over, now lying on her side. I waited quietly,
not knowing what I was waiting for. My sister's snoring stopped; she was motionless, seemingly truly asleep. I quietly
turned over, gently pulling up her nightgown, revealing more of her fair thighs. I could already see my sister's cotton thong
panties; the white bulge and waist were half-exposed.
Her skin was somewhat rough, but the flesh at the base of her thighs was delicate and white, piled high with fat. The thin
fabric covered the raised mounds of flesh. I brought my nose close to her private parts, greedily inhaling, a scent of soap mixed with
the fragrance of a young girl wafting over me.
"Mmm…" my sister suddenly groaned, startling me so much that I recoiled like a snake, my nose brushing against her thigh.
My sister woke up, touching her thigh with one hand and her private parts with the other, groggily trying to get up
to see what was happening. In a panic, I grabbed the sheet and covered her nose and mouth. She stretched out both
hands, struggling desperately, like a nightmare. I simply straddled her, lying on her soft, writhing
body.
After about two or three minutes, my sister released her hands, collapsing like dough. I, however, felt like
an eternity had passed; I was almost completely exhausted and quickly let go.
Lack of oxygen, she passed out. Now, I could do whatever I wanted with the girl beneath me.
Trembling, I turned her curled-up sideways body; she was limp like a beautiful serpent, her slender waist taut
, her buttocks plump. My other hand rested on her full shoulder. The bed in the darkness made a dull thud as I rolled over
, and she ended up on her back.
I assumed she was asleep.
My hand moved to her breasts beneath her floral silk dress, the smooth, soft touch instantly spreading through my fingertips. My penis
instantly swelled again, creating a tent in my underwear. I quickly and clumsily pulled off my own underwear and gently
pressed myself against her, the head of my penis pressing against her genitals through the silk dress. Several times, I even felt myself sinking in,
being gripped by her warm, fleshy mound, almost ejaculating.
Her breathing gradually became heavy, panting, and her whole body began to writhe restlessly.
I suppressed the urge to ejaculate, knelt up, lifted her skirt to her chest, and pushed it up further, the entire silk skirt
hanging around her neck like a scarf, revealing her two small, white rabbit-like breasts.
In the moonlight, my sister's face appeared infinitely pure and flawless, her cheeks slightly flushed.
I then removed her panties and covered her eyes, afraid that if she woke up and saw me,
there would be no way to escape.
Then I lowered my head, gently sucking on one nipple, kneading and pinching the other, pressing my entire body
against hers, feeling her warm body temperature and her undulating, mountain-like body.
My penis, like a swollen cucumber, rubbed against my sister's vulva, gradually squeezing out a moist crevice in the hairy thicket of flesh
, until the glans was gripped by her fleshy opening. I stopped moving, quietly watching my sleeping
sister.
This was the first time I had intercourse with my own sister.
As if sensing my sudden cessation, she wriggled her hips uncomfortably, causing my glans to sway from side to side
. I began to gently thrust in and out, my glans entering and exiting her vaginal opening until it was completely wet. Then
, I suddenly thrust, my entire penis plunging into her vagina.
My sister's whole body trembled; the panties that had been covering her eyes slipped down, and she let out a long
sigh, her eyelids twitching a few times.
I quickly pressed down on her, sealing her soft lips with my own, my tongue entering her moist mouth, biting her
tongue, my hands tightly embracing her body. My hard, engorged penis gently withdrew from her vagina, and
as the glans was gripped by a rubber band-like ring of flesh, I thrust it in again forcefully. With each withdrawal, my sister let out a soft moan
.
I felt an overwhelming pleasure.
I held my sister close, and the thrusting gradually intensified. The Simmons bed began to creak and groan,
its rhythmic creaking mingling with the movements of my sister and me.
The moonlight outside remained still. The door next door creaked open, followed by rustling footsteps and the rushing
sound of running water. It was my beautiful roommate getting up to use the bathroom; she rarely got up at night. Had
she heard the lewd atmosphere?
I became even more excited, projecting that excitement onto my sister beneath me.
My sister's moans, initially intermittent, gradually grew into plaintive sighs, the sounds originating from her nose and then her mouth
, as if she were immersed in a dreamlike pleasure. Her small hands gripped the mat, her body
hardening.
My glans was trapped, warm and tight; my entire penis felt like it was being held by my sister's vagina.
After a few seconds, my sister let out a whoosh and went limp, hot, sticky fluid gushing from her vagina, hitting
my glans. I then pulled out my penis, taking with it her climaxing fluid, and thrust it back in hard.
Stimulated by her orgasm, my penis seemed to swell even more.
I grabbed her breasts with both hands, kneading and tearing them frantically, thrusting in and out like a piston, my mouth sucking on
her tongue.
With a final, heavy thrust, I ejaculated, my glans sinking into her cervix.
My sister clamped my penis between her legs.
I lay on top of her, panting, completely exhausted, feeling my glans
throbbing inside her uterus, squeezing out the last few drops of semen.
My sister sighed.
I hadn't even heard her; that's a story for another time, years later when my sister told me this detail herself.
After the climax completely subsided, I quickly cleaned up the scene, wiping away the semen and her own vaginal fluids from my sister's vagina
, as well as the saliva from her nipples and mouth. I put her underwear back on, pulled down her silk skirt, and everything was as before.
At least, that's what I thought.
The next day, feeling guilty, I got up to buy breakfast. When I returned, I found the beautiful woman next door sitting in the living
room, looking at me mysteriously and asking, "Is that your sister?" I nodded noncommittally and went into my room.
Later, my sister got married in a whirlwind romance and gave birth to a son the following year. Perhaps this was all part of their plan,
because she came to get her marriage certificate, and her household registration was in my city. Years later, my sister
still gratefully said to me in bed, "Thank you for letting me keep my virginity for her husband."
[The End]

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