My only sister

"It's me, sister."
It was a near-perfect face, a mirage-like smile playing on his tightly pursed lips. His eyes, in particular, flowed like a mountain spring, instantly quenching your thirst.
He's finally back, my dear brother.
Guan Zhao's tears welled up instantly, the grievances and pain of the past few days pouring out like a raging torrent. Her full lips trembled, her body went limp.
Guan Hua held her swaying, delicate body, a familiar warmth spreading from his hands to every nerve in his body.
She was the only woman he cared about in his life; even thousands of miles away, she remained the most beautiful star in his dreams, shining brightly.
He gently kissed her delicate face, her eyebrows, her eyes, her nose, her lips—everything was so familiar, so sweet. Their lips met, exploring each other. Guan Zhao's entire body almost collapsed. She felt his hand sliding down, caressing her full buttocks, and she couldn't help but moan.
The muscles between her buttocks and vulva tensed with sensitivity. Oh God, how familiar, how intoxicatingly pleasurable!
Her tender vulva had parted under his caresses, her erect clitoris hard and swollen. In that instant, every sensitive organ in her body seemed to come alive. "Good brother, I can't take it anymore..."
Guan Zhao felt hot all over, her vulva constantly gushing with love fluid, her panties completely soaked. Guan Hua's tongue continued to relentlessly probe her tongue and throat, saliva dripping onto Guan Zhao's snow-white breasts.
Guan Hua slowly pulled down her panties, his gaze lingering affectionately on her neat, dark pubic hair and slightly undulating vulva. "She belongs to me, and will always be my woman," he thought. He knelt down, lowering his head between her legs. Her vulva smelled moist. His tongue gently touched the area around her labia, then slowly slipped inside. The sensation inside her vagina was wondrous, a world unto itself.
Guan Zhao felt a tingling sensation, her beautiful eyes closed, savoring the waves of pleasure. A faint, intermittent moan escaped her lips. It was so wonderful; she convulsed again, as if an electric current was coursing through her body.
Guan Hua murmured something, as if trying to say something, but his tongue didn't stop, still roaming freely over her beautiful labia, sucking at her ever-flowing, viscous fluids as if enjoying a delicious meal.
Guan Zhao felt all her sexual nerves aroused. She twisted her beautiful body, growing hotter and hotter. In her excitement, her hands unconsciously began to knead her high, firm breasts. "I'm going to fly, little brother," she murmured,
her mind becoming increasingly hazy. She weakly raised her soft, boneless hands. "Good little brother, sister is going to fly, going to fly..."
Just then, Guan Hua pinched her beautiful buttocks, then placed his hands on her slender waist, pulling her limbs up onto the bed. Every time they intercourse, he always entered from behind first.
Guan Hua thrust out his already hot and hard penis. When the enormous glans touched her labia, she trembled, then felt pain. "Ah!" she cried out in a sound almost heavenly. The penetrating penis felt like it was piercing her womb. "Great, we're finally together again, my good little brother!"
Each thrust was so real. With each in-and-out motion, Guan Zhao screamed.
"Mmm...ah...humph...good little brother, harder, fuck my pussy raw...faster..."
As she kept shouting, Guan Hua thrust forward relentlessly. His penis thrust up and down, then swirl left and right. The pleasure of his penis rubbing against the vaginal walls was indescribable. His penis was so swollen it felt like it was about to explode.
Guan Zhao's small mouth bit her embroidered pillowcase, her body covered in fragrant sweat. Her pink nipples were hard and swollen. "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore..." This was Guan Zhao's third orgasm. Her whole body was weak and powerless, and she felt like she was about to collapse. Guan Hua also sensed this and increased his speed and frequency. He thrust violently with his sister before pulling out urgently. A stream of pinkish-white liquid shot out from her vulva, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.
"Good little brother, you're amazing, you're so great."
She lay back, panting, gazing at him affectionately, while his glans remained erect. "Let me help you come with my mouth, okay?"
Guan Zhao didn't wait for him to speak before sitting up, reaching out her slender hand to caress his burning penis. She used her index finger and thumb to form a hole around his penis. She first gently stroked it, then stuck out her tongue and lightly licked his glans. As her tongue moved in and out, every pore on Guan Hua's body opened up; it felt so good, so incredibly pleasurable. Especially seeing his sister's breasts trembling and her phoenix eyes filled with a dazed, wanton look, he became even more aroused.
Guan Zhao licked from the glans down the long penis to the testicles, then sucked on them gently, while her slender hand continued to stroke his penis, which had been stripped of its foreskin.
Guan Hua's breathing became rapid and heavy. As her movements quickened, his facial muscles spasmed, and his body convulsed. With a cry of "Ah!", a torrent of fluid, like a cannonball, gushed into Guan Zhao's mouth. The amount was so large that her small mouth couldn't hold it all, and a considerable amount of viscous liquid still leaked out. Guan Zhao extended her pink tongue and slowly licked it, her movements so alluring and seductive that even Guan Hua, a seasoned veteran, felt a tremor in his heart. "Good sister,"
Guan Zhao said, touching his strong, muscular body and gently tracing it from top to bottom with her long, slender nails. A surge of pleasure welled up in Guan Hua's heart, and he couldn't help but lower his head to kiss her long, black, glossy hair, which exuded the rich fragrance of violets.
“Brother, I’ve already bought the tickets for the art exhibition. I heard that some of the exhibits are paintings by Silas, Degas, and Renoir, specially borrowed from the Louvre—all your favorite French Impressionist masters.”
“Hmm, that’s great! We’ll go tomorrow.”
Guan Hua deeply kissed her full lips, savoring their fragrance.
Ji Xiaofeng carefully examined herself in the mirror; she was still as beautiful as ever, with flawless skin. She sighed heavily.
Wen Yusi wasn’t there. He said he was going out for a walk, and unless he asked, she wouldn’t go—a tacit understanding that had formed between them over the years.
She applied face wash, scrubbing it gently, but with her eyes closed, she saw Wen Yusi’s resolute face, his deep, melancholic eyes stirring her soul.
She felt an unusual anxiety and unease, a sense of impending doom, a feeling that had grown stronger over the past few days.
For ten years, he had never taken her out, let alone on a trip. She had silently played the role of his secret lover. Three days ago, Wen Yusi suddenly appeared at her Fangzheng Law Firm. That day, she was engrossed in researching the case of Cui Zhiqiang, the legal representative of Jiangcheng Tianlong Chemical Co., Ltd., the largest state-owned company in Jiangcheng City, for embezzlement and bribery.
"Feng, I'm going to Beijing in a few days. Come with me." His expression was as usual, calm and somewhat languid, and his slightly magnetic voice always made her heartstrings tremble.
"Okay, I'll have my assistant sort out the case. When do we leave?"
She agreed almost without thinking, noticing her voice trembling slightly. For thousands of days and nights, he had never invited her so earnestly. Although the case at hand was so important, what did it matter compared to traveling with him?
"What's wrong, Feng?" Wen Yusi gently touched her slightly flushed face; tears glistened in her eyes.
"I want to see an art exhibition. You know I've always had a special fondness for oil paintings."
And so, she came to Beijing with him.
She couldn't figure out why she felt so agitated. She racked her brains, remembering how Wen Yusi usually spent his time with her in passionate lovemaking, rarely having any truly intimate moments.
But why was he unusually talking about his parents and his intense longing for them this time? She thought, this must be the reason for her unease.
She tossed her long, black hair forcefully. After her bath, Ji Xiaofeng was like a lotus emerging from the water, breathtakingly beautiful. Although she already had a thirteen-year-old daughter, she was confident she could still win Wen Yusi's heart. There was no indication he had a third party, and she wasn't afraid, because she still had the strength.
She touched her smooth, delicate skin, her full, firm breasts, her firm, toned abdomen, and the strange glow emanating from her tight vulva. What was there to worry about?
Lost in thought, she heard the door open. Wen Yusi had returned, carrying a large bag.
"I bought you a coat, try it on and see if it fits." He took out a coffee-colored coat from the bag; it was from the French Parisian brand Jesuis.
"I like its elegant taste, its clean and natural feel. Feng, you'll look
beautiful in it." Before he could finish speaking, Ji Xiaofeng hugged him tightly, tears streaming down her face. "Wen, you're so good to me..." Her eyes gazed at him affectionately, a captivating blush rising on her beautiful cheeks.
Wen Yusi, though his expression remained unchanged, couldn't help but feel touched. Just for a piece of clothing, she was so excited; it seemed he hadn't cared for her enough before. He had never valued romantic relationships, especially with the daughters of officials, whom he felt an innate aversion to. When he first took a liking to Ji Xiaofeng, it was merely a man's instinctive lust; he never intended to get entangled with her. But unexpectedly, ten years had passed.
The television played Tsai Chin's tender, passionate voice, each note conveying boundless affection. Overwhelmed with desire, Ji Xiaofeng tiptoed, their lips meeting, a secret, unspoken exchange. Her heart burned with unbearable heat; she needed, she needed his hard penetration!
"Wen, come on, come on!"
Even without her saying a word, Wen Yusi naturally lifted her fiery body and carried her into the bedroom.
Wen Yusi lay quietly on the mattress, watching Ji Xiaofeng, eyes closed, straddle him, rising and falling. The feeling of his penis being gripped was incredibly pleasurable. Her breasts bounced up and down, side to side, with "plop" sounds—the sound of flesh colliding. Echoing in the room were her occasional strange moans, sometimes drawn out as if squeezed from between her teeth, long and drawn out, even more bizarre and lewd.
He also needed intense sex to shake off the ominous premonition in his heart. "When you hear a beep, please leave a message, and I will reply as soon as possible."
The monotonous message repeated on Fu Zaiyin's bedroom phone. This was unusual; Fu Zaiyin had been out of contact for days, with no response from either his mobile phone or email.
He had made his last call from a public phone booth in Beijing, and he had despaired. He knew something was wrong! A dull pain suddenly overwhelmed him, his heart clenching violently. "We'll talk about everything when we get back to Jiangcheng," he thought.
Suddenly, Wen Yusi flipped Ji Xiaofeng onto the bed, leaping up and thrusting his hard penis into her delicate, moist vulva, reaching her clitoris.
Ji Xiaofeng shuddered with pleasure; the sensation of their pubic bones touching was indescribable. She couldn't help but arch her buttocks, reveling in the rhythmic thrusting.
Wen Yusi thrust rhythmically, yet within this rhythm lay a frenzied, irrational emotion. He remained silent, his body stiff, utterly ignoring the woman's exquisite figure and soft skin beneath him.
Ji Xiaofeng, unable to suppress the waves of pain emanating from her vulva, wrapped her legs around his waist, tears streaming down her face. Yet, her cheeks were flushed with an unusual hue, her starry eyes half-closed, her teeth clenched, her expression a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her entire body felt light as if floating in the air; the tingling sensation in her clitoris and the pain in her vaginal walls required her to exert all her mental and physical strength to cope. After a series of spasms, her body went limp.
However, Wen Yusi seemed to have no end in sight, still charging forward at full speed with all his might. Under this relentless impact, Ji Xiaofeng had already released waves of lustful fluids. The continuous orgasms made her let out weak moans and gasps, and she fainted...
Wen Yusi stared at her naked body for a long time before he suddenly woke up. He pulled his penis out of her vagina, still full of masculinity. As his penis was pulled out, a lot of sticky white lustful fluid gushed out of Ji Xiaofeng's vagina, one gushe after another, soaking the bed sheet between his legs.
Wen Yusi took out a pack of "555" cigarettes from the bedside table, put one in his mouth, but his thoughts weren't on the cigarette. After the intense intercourse, his strange premonition once again visited his heart, a deep worry shrouding his mind and making his heart tighten. For him, any premonition of disaster was always accurate, something he had already verified when the French Foreign Legion was fighting in the Middle East and Africa.
A light rain fell in the early hours of the next day, and the temperature in Beijing dropped sharply. The host quickly announced the opening, with a vice minister of culture cutting the ribbon, but perhaps due to the weather, there weren't many guests.
As soon as Wen Yusi and Ji Xiaofeng stepped into the conference center, they saw the surprised and delighted looks of the welcoming ladies. The words "Welcome!" were spoken in both Chinese and English. The organizers had hired female university students from a foreign language institute to serve both Chinese and foreign guests.
After a while, they walked along the corridor made of screens to the main exhibition area. Just then, their eyes lit
up when they saw a young couple standing before a work by the Dutch master painter Rembrandt. Their elegance and tranquility were perfect for a painting, and they instantly understood the reason for the greeter's surprise. To see two such handsome couples hand in hand in the sacred hall of art in one day was a beautiful sight at this exhibition.
Wen Yu could hear their whispered conversation, their voices soft and gentle, and he smiled slightly. However, in the instant the woman turned and chuckled, his heart suddenly ached. What a perfect and exquisite face it was, yet so familiar. This face had appeared countless times in his dreams, accompanying him through many difficult years.
In an instant, he felt short of breath. He gripped Ji Xiaofeng's arm tightly, and her arm throbbed with pain. She looked at Wen Yusi with curiosity, "Wen, what's wrong?" However, when she saw his pale face, her surprise turned to concern. "Are you feeling unwell? Let's go rest over there."
Wen Yusi shook his head. "No, it's nothing. I probably ate too much this morning, and I feel a little nauseous."
Years of experience had quickly brought him back to reality. How could this be? There were people in this world who looked so alike, even sharing the same naturally elegant demeanor.
“This is an early work by Rembrandt, worth over six million dollars.” Wen Yusi and Ji Xiaofeng had also reached the foreign oil painting exhibition area. He deliberately kept a certain distance from the couple. “Rembrandt used a unique technique when painting, mixing oil paint and varnish to make them blend together. This is why Rembrandt’s paintings all have a kind of luminous quality. After centuries, due to the chemical reaction between the varnish and oil paint, a golden luster that seems to emanate from the oil painting itself was produced. If you could touch it, Feng, you would feel its smooth and delicate texture, like rock.”
Wen Yusi’s knowledgeable, soft-spoken manner still caught the attention of the young couple, who turned and walked towards him.
“Excuse me, I overheard what you said. You are truly an expert. It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Guan Hua.” The man extended his hand and shook hands with Wen Yusi, both feeling the warmth of his palm. “A pleasure to meet you.
My surname is Wen. I’m just doing this as a hobby. Please excuse my humble appearance.”
Wen Yusi smiled faintly, yet a slight tremor ran through him. Why did he feel such a familiarity with this young man, as if he were seeing a long-lost relative?
"Masterpieces by great artists that have survived to this day are as rare as phoenix feathers, and among contemporary painters, only a handful can be considered true treasures. That's why I cherish these few remaining masterpieces; they are not merely art, but also represent eternal history. What do you say, Mr. Wen?" Guan Hua, abandoning his usual reserved demeanor, spoke eloquently about his thoughts on art.
"Indeed, Mr. Guan. Where do you work, and what is your major?"
Wen Yusi looked at him with admiration. He seemed younger than himself, but a sharp, assertive edge shone through his brows.
"Oh, I work at a biological research institute in Beijing. I studied biology, but I've always had a passion for oil painting."
This was the first time Guan Hua had met a man with such refined and composed manners. The confident, masterful demeanor he exuded was not something cultivated overnight, and a sense of mutual respect arose within him.
Meanwhile, Ji Xiaofeng and Guan Zhao were already chatting happily, admiring each other and both surprised and pleased by the other's excellence.
"I haven't yet asked Mr. Wen..."
Before Guan Hua could finish his question, Wen Yusi smiled slightly and said, "Why bother with past acquaintances? We'll meet again if fate allows. I'm sorry, I have some things to attend to. How about we part ways here?"
He was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself, because a strong desire was surging within him, and he urgently needed to resolve it.
"Brother, you're going to Jiangcheng? Isn't that too coincidental? Your brother-in-law happens to be there."
Guan Zhao was greatly surprised to hear that Guan Hua was going to Jiangcheng. She was lying on the table, and although it was almost winter, she was still drenched in sweat.
"Really? I can penetrate deeper than my brother-in-law, right?"
Guan Hua's hard penis plunged into the depths of her flower again, his glans throbbing with pain. He immediately felt a magical attraction emanating from within her, accompanied by a burning and scalding sensation. He thrust violently, and she let out a soft "hmm." The walls of her vagina churned, tightly enveloping his slender, warm penis, as if trying to melt it.
Guan Hua couldn't help but shudder. He withdrew his penis slightly, slowly bringing out the pinkish-red labia, before plunging back in. The layered, undulating vagina gripped his penis, making it tingle with unparalleled pleasure.
He held Guan Zhao's pink buttocks and thrust forcefully again and again, each time with such meticulous care that the table creaked.
Guan Zhao trembled, lying on the table, her whole body feeling sore and numb, as if all her sexual nerves had spread their wings and were about to take flight. Her breasts, pressed tightly against the table, appeared unusually swollen and deformed. It felt as if an iron rod was churning deep inside her uterus, causing her intense itch and pleasure. Her cries were filled with an extremely lewd tone.
"Brother, pick me up, I want to change positions."
Guan Hua withdrew his penis, and Guan Zhao, panting, pressed her face against the table. Her long, black hair was wet, and it was clear that she was soaked inside and out.
Guan Zhao lay on her back, her legs draped over Guan Hua's shoulders. The pubic hair below her abdomen was shiny black, with a thin trickle of white vaginal fluid.
He couldn't wait any longer. With a "plop," he thrust into her tight vagina. This position was more conducive to the thrusting of his penis. He increased the frequency, and the rhythmic thrusting made a "crackling" sound.
Guan Zhao's pink labia minora occasionally turned outwards, splattering thick, white fluid with each thrust and withdrawal of the penis, creating an even more erotic contrast with her plump pink labia. Guan Zhao reached her small hand to her vulva, using the intervals between thrusts to caress her erect clitoris. The tingling sensation was incomparable, and her whole body convulsed again. "Ah, brother, harder... ah, I can't take it anymore..." The relentless
thrusting of the penis sent waves of tingling pleasure through her core, one wave after another. Guan Zhao twisted her graceful body, one hand tightly gripping her large breasts, the other pinching her clitoris. Her eyes were half-closed, her teeth lightly biting her lip, the sounds of her inhaling through her mouth adding to the lewdness.
This wanton behavior fueled Guan Hua's lust, causing him to thrust even harder, his facial muscles convulsing, clearly losing his senses.
"Brother, was that woman you saw this morning pretty? Do you want to fuck her?" Guan Zhao's thoughts were already floating in mid-air, the vaginal walls tightening and loosening, making Guan Hua's penis feel itchy and pleasurable.
"Yes! Do you want that man to fuck you, sister? I'll fuck you, you little slut..."
The writhing inside her vagina was mixed with the scalding hot flow of her vaginal fluid. His penis had reached its limit, and he was about to explode!
"Ah!"
A wave of heat radiated intensely, crashing into the depths of Guan Zhao's flower core, making her limbs weak and her head dizzy. She let out a "whimper," almost as if she were dying.
After making love, Guan Zhao lay lazily in Guan Hua's arms. Her skin was fair and delicate, and her full breasts stood proudly, with two cherry-like nipples that emitted a pink halo.
Guan Hua couldn't help but lower his head and suckle. The scent of Guan Zhao's body, a mixture of milky and sweaty fragrance, stimulated him. His already limp penis trembled suddenly. Guan Zhao sensitively noticed his change and playfully slapped him, "You little pervert!"
Bathed in love, she was incomparably charming, exuding a unique and rich feminine allure, her brows radiating happiness.
"Sister, you are so beautiful!"
Guan Hua sincerely praised the woman in his arms. A flame burned in his heart, shooting straight to every corner of his nerves. Every sexual cell in his body trembled with pleasure. His nostrils still filled with the erotic atmosphere of the room. His gaze once again fixed on his sister's heaving lower abdomen. That mysterious cave hidden by the thick foliage had once so tempted him, leading him step by step into the confusion of incest.
"Sister, I want more..." His forceful suckling made Guan Zhao's breasts ache.
"Brother, no...don't...do this, it will hurt your body..."
Guan Zhao gripped his strong arms tightly. A sudden surge of pleasure coursed through her body like an electric current. Her long, slender legs straightened into a straight line, and the pleasure spread from her nipples, erupting from her blood vessels and rushing straight to her brain. Warm, moist love fluid uncontrollably seeped from the depths of her vulva.
[The End]

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