【Sister's Second Wife】(1)

My eldest
cousin, who is seven years older than me, doted on me, and I loved being around her. She was beautiful, with
long, jet-black hair, a delicate face, eyes like clear springs, and a slightly upturned, plump mouth. Her full
breasts, with their pointed peaks, strained against her clothes, captivating the eye. Her sexy waist and firm, full hips
formed a beautiful curve, alluring from every angle. Her mysterious triangle,
pert buttocks, and long legs exuded a graceful charm. Her beauty was noble; in my heart, she
was the most beautiful and the one I loved most.
When I was sixteen, she married. The
woman I had fantasized about countless times, the one I loved and longed for most, fell into another's arms. Although she knew nothing of this, and this love was perverse, in
my heart she belonged to me; her body was mine alone. Reality couldn't be changed; from then on
, I could only see her again when she went back to her uncle's house. After marriage, she possessed a more mature charm,
a seductive glint in her eyes, making her even more alluring, no longer the naiveté of her virginity.
Once, I had the opportunity to visit my sister. When she saw me, she treated me like a child, putting her arm around
my shoulder and saying I'd grown taller. "Isn't that right? I want to fuck you, are you still a child? You don't
care if I can take it or not, your breasts are rubbing against me, your feminine scent is almost intoxicating, isn't it
great?" She looked beautiful today, dressed in a professional office lady outfit. She wore a well-fitting shirt and
high-quality slim-fitting trousers, her high heels perfectly accentuating her legs and giving her a tall
, elegant figure. Her graceful curves were on full display. I took the opportunity to put my arms around her slender waist and stroke it, pretending
to joke, "Sister, you look like a fat person, look at the fat on your waist." "Get lost, I'm not fat at all, say
something nice." "Yes, yes, sister, you're the most beautiful, you have the best figure." "That's more like it, otherwise see if I'll
still pamper you in the future." "Sister is the best, how could I not pamper me?" I hugged her waist, pressed my large penis against her buttocks
, and swayed her as if begging for mercy, satisfying my own desires. My sister seemed to have noticed something,
a blush rising to her face. She shook off my hand and scolded me in a reproachful tone, "You bad boy, what are you trying to do? You're going to strangle me!"
Afraid she was really angry, I quickly released my grip on her waist. As I released her, my hand inadvertently
slid across her buttocks, feeling their tightness and elasticity through the smooth fabric. I almost wanted to press my hand on them and
play with them.
After fooling around with my sister for a while, I felt my penis getting hard, and my underwear was wet from the fluid that had leaked from my penis.
I needed to clean it up, so I went to her bathroom. In the bathroom, thinking about our intimate interaction,
my penis became aroused again, and I couldn't help but masturbate, thinking about my sister's body. I was sitting on the toilet, getting really into it, when suddenly
my other hand touched a slippery pair of underwear. Without a doubt, it was my sister's. She must have forgotten about it,
otherwise she would have cleaned it up first. This was a perfect opportunity for me. I grabbed it and held it under my nose. A
strong, pungent odor assaulted my nostrils, instantly arousing me. I inhaled deeply the scent of my sister's body odor, sticking out my tongue
to lick the silky panties, searching for the source of the smell. I opened the panties; they were made of excellent quality fabric,
yet with very little material. I stroked their smooth surface, imagining them against my sister's buttocks, pressed against her
tender flesh. I wished I could be that fabric, cherishing my sister's most beautiful parts all day long. Carefully turning the panties inside out,
I found a yellowish stain at the crotch, the source of the alluring odor. My tongue licked it; it tasted salty, with a
slippery sensation. This was my sister's fluid, the love juice flowing from her genitals. I licked it with abandon,
thrusting wildly, until a thick stream of semen sprayed onto the floor, filling the bathroom with its distinctive
fishy smell. Just then, my sister called me from outside, asking if I was feeling unwell. I quickly tidied myself up,
licked her bodily fluids a few more times, and reluctantly left the bathroom. As soon as I came out, my sister asked
if I was feeling unwell. After learning I was alright, she scolded me for taking so long in the bathroom, saying she was almost bursting to hold it in.
Then she quickly went back inside. I thought to myself, "Oh no, the smell of semen is still there. Will she smell it?"
After a while, I heard the sound of running water from inside. My sister had urinated, and it was a big puddle. I wondered if she
noticed anything different in the room, or if she saw the marks I had licked on her panties. Luckily, when she
came out, I didn't see anything different on her face. Maybe she was in too much of a hurry and didn't notice
.
At noon, my brother-in-law came back with a lot of delicious food. It seemed my sister had told him I was there. While I was
chatting with my brother-in-law, my sister had prepared everything. We ate and chatted. My brother-in-law likes to have a drink now and then, and my sister,
influenced by him, also likes to drink some red wine, but she can't hold her liquor. My brother-in-law said I'm a grown man now and should
learn to drink, so he insisted on pouring me a glass. I'd had before, so I didn't refuse; after all, we weren't out. And
so, sipping from one side and then the other, I ended up drinking quite a bit. My face felt warm, and my sister seemed
even more beautiful and alluring than usual.
After dinner, my brother-in-law stayed home for a while before getting a call saying he had to go to work early, telling me to rest at home
. After seeing him off, my sister started cleaning up the food. I noticed her face was flushed, probably from
drinking too much in her excitement. She was a little unsteady on her feet and moving slowly. I sat on the sofa, watching her almost
perfect body, displaying various alluring poses as she cleaned up. Sometimes she bent over, her breasts half-exposed; sometimes she squatted, her buttocks fully revealed
. Sometimes, as she bent over, her buttocks were right in front of me, revealing the curves of her vulva formed by the tender flesh beneath her pants
, nestled between her long, beautiful legs. I was thoroughly enjoying what I was watching, while my sister was exhausted.
Because she'd had a bit too much to drink, she was working incredibly hard, sweat pouring down her face. Then I remembered I couldn't let my loved one
suffer like that. I got up, went to her side, and took the things from her hands. Seeing me help her, she happily praised me
, saying I was quite considerate and had really grown up to understand how to cherish women. My sister's happiness made me work even harder, but since
I wasn't very experienced, I became clumsy and accidentally bumped into my sister, causing her to fall to the ground, clutching her knee and unable to get
up. This terrified me. I quickly helped her to the sofa and asked if she was badly hurt. My sister, worried that I would worry...
I thought to myself it was nothing, but seeing her sweating profusely from the pain, I knew she had fallen quite hard, and I was anxious and didn't know what to do.
My sister, seeing my state, laughed and said, "You're a grown man, what are you afraid of? Go to the cabinet and get the safflower oil."
I went to the cabinet, found the safflower oil, and also took out a small massager that I usually use
. I went back to my sister, and she asked me to help her back to the bedroom to change her clothes. I carefully supported her arm
, trying to make her walk more steadily. Perhaps because she had just fallen, her leg was still hesitant. Unable to walk steadily, I was afraid of
dropping my sister again, so I offered to carry her to the bedroom. She thought for a moment and told me not to push myself, and not to force myself if I couldn't carry her.
I squatted down in front of her, and she slowly climbed onto my back. First, her two white, jade-like hands wrapped around my neck, then
her full, firm, and warm breasts pressed against my back. Her head rested on my right shoulder, and
the unique fragrance of a woman's body wafted up. Her warm breath sent a tingling sensation through my body, acting
on my penis. "This isn't the time to think about this," I reminded myself, but it wouldn't listen,
growing harder and harder. Luckily, I was carrying my sister, so she couldn't see, otherwise it would have been so embarrassing. Then I heard my sister say, "Give me
a hand."
"How?"
"Idiot, lift me up a bit, grab my legs."
Without thinking, I lifted her up with both hands, touching something soft and tender, like cotton wool yet incredibly textured.
"Ah!" my sister cried out, "You little rascal, where are you grabbing?" I quickly removed my hand from that spot.
I think I knew where I had touched it, and I regretted not pretending to be oblivious and lingering a little longer. Despite my
thoughts, my hand moved again, this time grabbing my sister's thigh. Although it wasn't as intoxicating as before, it still had
a unique feel. My sister's legs were incredibly long and shapely, truly exquisite. Now, holding them in my hands, they were round, firm, and incredibly
elastic. This time, my sister didn't say anything. I slowly stood up with all my might, and my sister's legs cooperated by squeezing
my waist. Now, my body was intimately in contact with my sister's, and my lower body was becoming increasingly aroused. Resisting my desire, I used
all my strength to carry my sister back to her bedroom and put her on the bed. My sister said, "You go out first, I'll change my
clothes, then you can massage my knees." I turned and quickly left the bedroom, afraid she would see my swollen penis
, and filled with anticipation for the massage to come.
When I entered my sister's bedroom again, she had changed into a different outfit. She tossed her clothes aside and casually
sat on the bed, wearing a tank top and athletic shorts. Her long hair was loosely tied in a ponytail.
Her delicate neck and alluring collarbones were perfectly proportioned. Her full breasts pushed the tight tank top high,
revealing her slender waist. The shorts were just the right length, and her long, beautiful legs were draped over the edge of the bed.
Her fair, tender skin was a sight to behold. Her right knee was swollen and red, a painful sight. Her delicate feet were
like freshly peeled bamboo shoots, her toenails painted a tender green. This sight was almost too much for my young
heart to bear. I dared not look at my sister's alluring body any longer. Holding safflower oil and a massager,
I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, approaching her.
"Sis, let me put some medicated oil on your legs first."
"Okay, be gentle, I'm afraid of pain."
I first applied some medicated oil to her legs. Her skin was so beautiful, silky smooth like satin,
and as white as snow, I couldn't bear to touch it. I turned on the massager and used the lightest setting to massage her knees, but as soon as I put it on, my sister cried out in
pain, causing me to drop the massager onto the bed. My sister told me to use my hands, so I put some medicated oil in my palms,
rubbed them together to warm them, and carefully placed my hands on her knees. My warm palms
massaged her swollen knees back and forth, and she made soft sounds like, "Ah... slower..." I thought
I was hurting her by using too much force, so I slowed down and reduced the pressure. I even boldly bent her legs and
placed them on my lap to make her more comfortable. Perhaps it was the effect of the alcohol, or perhaps she was
a little tired from cleaning up earlier, but after a while, my sister closed her eyes and enjoyed the massage. At the same time, I was also enjoying the
physical stimulation that her extremely alluring legs were giving me. My sister's legs were pressed against my legs, and my hands were more
like caressing than massaging. What a sensual scene! And that
mysterious triangle, so close yet so far, tightly bound by her shorts, was all within my view. My hand, which had been resting on my sister's legs, began to wander aimlessly over her beautiful thighs
. A wave of smooth pleasure traveled from my palms to my groin, and my penis became restless and began to stir.
At this moment, my sister's legs were pressing against my penis. I wondered if she felt the change; perhaps she was truly tired and didn't notice
. Secretly pleased, I didn't stop my "massage," working even harder on her. One hand massaged her
injured knee, while the other reached the edge of her shorts at the base
of her thigh. I dared not move forward, afraid of being bitten, and continued to stroke her thighs back and forth. My sister kept her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation, even letting out
seductive sounds, "Mmm... Mmm..." intermittently. Then, with these heavenly sounds, I noticed
her legs tightening and trembling unnaturally. I thought it was because my technique was too good and felt too good, but later
the sounds my sister made became more and more frequent and louder, "Mmm..." "Mmm..." Her legs squeezed tighter and
tighter, causing my penis to swell and harden, pressing straight against her legs. But she was completely unaware, still
immersed in that beautiful melody.
Just as I was fully enjoying this unprecedented stimulation, I suddenly felt a tremor in my leg. Reaching down,
I realized that the small massager I'd dropped on the bed hadn't been turned off and had slid
into the gap between my sister's and mine, coincidentally pressing against her buttocks. It was now working hard there.
No wonder she was enjoying it so much! I decided to play
along and carefully turned up the intensity. Sure enough, my sister's body trembled involuntarily. I quickly pulled my hand
out from under her, pretending to massage her, but secretly using my legs to push the massager deeper
into her buttocks. "Ah," "Mmm," each perfectly timed push elicited a beautiful moan
. "Ah...husband...you haven't fucked my pussy in so long...I want it..."
"It's so itchy down there..." My sister probably drank too much and forgot that I, not
her husband, was the one "serving" her. Never mind, I was about to break down. Mustering my courage, I reached for my sister's large breasts.
"Mmm...husband..." my sister murmured softly. Touching her breasts through her vest, encased in her bra, I felt
their soft, full texture, unlike the feel of her thighs. But that alone completely ignited my desire
. I frantically pressed both hands against her breasts, kneading them wantonly. "Ah!" My sister cried out in surprise,
her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at me. "What are you doing? I'm your sister!" I couldn't care less about
that now; desire had taken over my conscience. "Sister, I love you, I want you," I said
, ignoring her protests. I forcefully pushed her down onto the bed, roughly tearing off her outer vest and then savagely
ripping open her bra, revealing her perfectly sculpted, naturally beautiful breasts. Her snow-white skin contrasted beautifully with her
rosy nipples. As she struggled, her large breasts rippled with waves, her rosy nipples like
two small islands in a vast ocean, drifting with the tide.
"Let me go, you little beast!"
"Sis, don't struggle. I'm going to get you today. This is something I've always wanted to do.
I even used your panties to masturbate in the bathroom just now. Just give them to me."
My sister struggled with all her might, but she wasn't as strong as me. I used the shirt she had just changed out of to tie her hands behind her
back to the headboard. I stuffed the torn vest into her tempting red lips to prevent her cries from being heard. I cupped
my sister's large, white breasts in my hands. The
sensation of their fullness and softness, changing shape at will in my palms, was indescribable. I took her rosy nipples into my mouth, my tongue licking the sweet protrusions.
They slowly changed in my mouth, growing longer and harder with each lick. The other nipple also grew larger and harder. Although my sister's mouth was
blocked, she still made gurgling sounds from her throat. I discovered that her nipples were very sensitive. Every time I sucked,
teased, or pulled, I could feel her strong reaction. Her body twisted and turned, her flat stomach trying to arch but
I held it firmly down. The suppressed desire to release but not being satisfied was clearly revealed through the intense twisting of her lower body
.
After playing with my third sister's breasts for a while, I used the pants she had just taken off to spread her legs apart and tie them to
the foot of the bed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I examined my sister's upper body, which I had played with. Her hair was disheveled, her eyes were filled with tears,
her nose was delicate, and saliva was dripping from her mouth, which was stuffed with clothes. Her slender neck was flushed, probably because of
the force I had used. Her round, smooth, snow-white breasts and the rosy tips of her nipples still had some shallow bite marks, which
added to her worldly air. I thought of a prostitute who could be played with by anyone. I had an inexplicable impulse to grab her breasts and
slap them hard with my hands. Each slap left several red marks, which contrasted sharply with her fair skin.
My sister screamed and cried out as she was hit. Her pitiful beauty made me feel sorry for her. I licked away the tears from her eyes
and the drool from her mouth, knelt beside her, and soothed her battered breasts with my tongue. My hands roamed over her body
, moving downwards, past her flat, firm abdomen, her slender waist that could be grasped in one hand, revealing her alluring white skin
, her cute, bean-like navel, and her silky smooth skin. Her athletic
shorts, half-pulled down due to her struggles, and her half-exposed panties, were relentlessly stimulating my senses. My tongue frantically stirred inside her navel
, as if trying to dig out a spring of clear water to relieve the heat coursing through my body. Her body trembled violently, and she made
indistinct sounds, like moans and sobs.
I got up and took off my clothes, revealing my still-thin body, but my penis was anything but lacking. The glans
was red and shiny, erect and throbbing, and the pubic hair, though not thick, was black and glossy, proving how
healthy it was. Seeing this, my sister probably knew there was no escaping it today. Tears welled in her eyes as she closed her beautiful eyes,
ceasing her futile struggles. Instead, her body relaxed, adopting a submissive posture. After all
, she was my dearest sister. Was she incredibly disappointed that her most beloved brother had committed such a beastly act against her? Seeing my sister
like this, my mind cleared somewhat. The burning lust I had felt earlier subsided, and I felt a pang of regret
for my actions.

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