Big-breasted cousin

My second cousin, who is four years older than me, was a chubby little girl when I was a child. She wasn't particularly attractive, but being chubby meant she had big breasts, much bigger than my mom's, and very firm. I was always following her around, always wanting to play with her and sticking to her. She spoiled me and played games with me. She went to a nursing vocational school, and we played patient and doctor games the most, but it was limited to me listening to her big breasts with a stethoscope. There was no excessive physical contact. But gradually, I started to enjoy looking at her textbooks. That's when I learned about the structure of the female genitalia from the books, and I became very curious. As I went through puberty, I became more and more curious about sex, and I noticed that my cousin's figure was getting slimmer, but her breasts were still so big!

Having read so many books, I naturally learned how to masturbate. In junior high, I often went to my uncle's house under the guise of visiting my older sister or asking her about her studies. Back then, the houses were all four-room houses, with two rooms for living and two used as storage. So when I went to visit my sister, she would sleep with my parents, and I would sleep in my sister's room. I knew she would secretly hide her novels at the bottom of her drawers, and I would peek at the romance novels she was reading, smelling her fragrant pink blankets. The romance novels back then were so explicit, with descriptions of love and ejaculation. I would hide under the blankets, reading the novels, and masturbating with my sister's underwear, but they were all washed, not the original scent. That's when I learned to masturbate, and I was at my most virile, able to masturbate three or four times a night. I would wrap my penis in the underwear and shake it while masturbating. I believe everyone's way of masturbating is different; as long as it feels good, that's fine.

There were two really stupid things I did back then. First, in those single-story houses, there were no bathrooms, so we all had a chamber pot. My sister kept it very clean, but I always ejaculated into it, so I didn't stain her underwear. It wasn't until years later that I realized that because pre-ejaculate comes out during masturbation—it's clear at first, then dries white—even though I thought I was being very clean, the pre-ejaculate on my dark underwear would almost certainly have been detected. But my sister never said anything. The second thing was that one time, I was in a rush of lust and found an open pink sanitary napkin that my sister had hidden under the table. On a whim, I took one out, opened it, and ejaculated inside the cotton pad. Back then, sanitary napkins had a cotton-like substance inside, and after I finished, I put it back in the bag… I thought it was nothing, but I was just fooling myself. If my sister had found out, she probably would have understood what happened, but she never mentioned it.

Another thing is that my sister opened a new world for me. Back then, she actually owned pantyhose! Because women mostly wore leggings at that time, and my sister wore flesh-colored stockings. There weren't any thin ones back then; they were probably all around 30D thickness. I was incredibly surprised when I first saw them—they were so beautiful! When my sister was lying down, I offered to massage her feet. The feel of the stockings combined with her soft, delicate feet made my penis feel like it was going to explode. Later, when I slept in my sister's bed, I finally had the chance to wear her pantyhose. Holy crap, it felt amazing! The fit was incredible, and they were so smooth that I was masturbating like crazy. So now I still often wear pantyhose in the summer and leggings in the winter—they're comfortable and warm!

In high school, I finally had the chance to spend time alone with my sister. My second uncle's family had a house on the third floor near my high school, a two-bedroom apartment. My sister worked at a nearby hospital, working night shifts. Two classmates rented a room in my apartment, and my sister lived alone in her small room. Because there were outsiders, her room was always locked. Her underwear was only washed and hung to dry inside, so I never had a chance to use it. But could that stop this pervert? The window of her small room opened onto a balcony, and from there I could see all sorts of lace, nylon, and modal underwear that my sister hung out to dry every day. Haha, I'm such an expert on underwear fabrics—I can see them but can't jerk off? That was impossible. Back then, all the windows were made of iron, and the glass was fixed with small nails. Then, putty was used to seal the edges to the window frame. So, hard work pays off. Every time I had PE class, I would run home, peel off the putty, pull out the nails, and take off the whole piece of glass. Opening the window was a piece of cake. Then, I would use nails to put the glass back on. I was much more careful back then, trying to avoid getting prostate fluid on my underwear. My favorite thing back then was my sister's boxer briefs. The fabric was smooth and elastic, and it felt amazing to use them for masturbation. Over the years, I have never found underwear made of that kind of fabric again. Nylon, spandex, modal, ice silk, no matter how much pure cotton is in the proportion of them, they just don't have that feel anymore. It's like how the flesh now doesn't smell as good as it did during Chinese New Year when I was a kid.

I'd always wanted to steal a pair of my older sister's used underwear as a souvenir. But I couldn't just climb through the window every day; she's very clean and washes her underwear daily. Occasionally, I'd find unwashed underwear that didn't smell at all. But perseverance pays off. One time, my sister must have had some kind of mission at the compound and left in a hurry, only returning home after three days. I happened to be home that noon. After she came back, she said hello and went to take a shower. Afterward, she went to her room to sleep. She went out again after waking up in the afternoon. Damn, she definitely hadn't washed it! I took down the window and climbed into her room. Sure enough, the little lace underwear lay quietly on the ground next to the trash can. She probably didn't want it anymore. I didn't care anymore; I had to take it. Whatever. I smelled it—wow, three days' worth was definitely different! Super satisfying, so great! I was completely energized. I was so young then; the more I masturbated, the more energetic I became. After masturbating, I had even more motivation to study.

In the later stages of my senior year, many parents came to accompany their children, and all the friends who rented rooms with me left. My sister became less guarded, and the small room was never locked again. The bathroom accumulated a lot of cosmetics and underwear hanging out to dry. Sometimes, she would even throw her used underwear in the washing machine. During that time, I would happily ejaculate all over my underwear, then wash it clean. When my sister came home, I would boast that I had washed it for her. She would give me a flick on the forehead and say that I was not allowed to wash it anymore. She said she didn't care, and that she would wash it whenever my clothes were taken off. Later, my sister didn't seem to care much. But actually, my sister washed all my clothes throughout high school, except for my underwear, which I washed myself.

There's always a first time in life. Right after graduating high school and finishing the college entrance exam, a classmate invited me to an internet cafe for an all-nighter. I slept until 7 PM. Just as I woke up, my sister asked me what I was going to sleep for the afternoon. I said I was going to an internet cafe that night. My sister told me to eat first. After dinner, since it was still early, my sister said, "Come watch TV. You haven't watched much TV in three years of high school, have you? Now you're finally free." Looking at my sister in her pajamas and tight leggings, I secretly got an erection. Luckily, I was only shirtless, wearing shorts, so my sister didn't notice. After the college entrance exam, I was super relaxed, my hormones were running high, and I hadn't watched TV in so long. I went to my sister's room and curiously said, "Wow, sister, your room is so pretty!" Actually, I come here almost every day, always curious. There were all sorts of little things on the dressing table and in the drawers

. There was something that looked like a lipstick that vibrated. My sister said it was for massaging and slimming the face, and I believed her at the time. Now, I think I was fooled; it was probably just a vibrator. My sister told me to hurry up and get into bed. She had rented a DVD movie, and I remember it so clearly—it was called "Black Gold." I jumped into bed and lay down next to her to watch TV. The movie was good. I was right next to her, feeling her body heat. My thigh gently brushed against her smooth leggings, and my erection grew harder and harder. Just then, the movie came to the scene where Tony Leung was having sex with his wife, Sun Jiajun, at home. Sun Jiajun had such a great figure, and our breathing quickened. My sister gently hugged me, and I leaned on her shoulder, listening to her pounding heartbeat. My eyes were fixed on her breasts, which looked like they were D-cup. I couldn't hold back any longer. I gently pressed my hand against her breasts, and seeing that she didn't object, I started to gently knead them. My sister wasn't wearing a bra, and the feel of them was amazing. I slowly and forcefully kneaded her breasts with both hands, and her face turned as red as a ripe apple. That feeling of happiness is still unforgettable. I straddled her, pushed her pajamas up to her chest, and kept licking her soft breasts. Her round, plump breasts were soft and smooth, and felt like they would run away when I held them in my hands. Her nipples were round and hard from my licking. I kissed my sister's lips and sucked on the juice in her mouth. It was so sweet.

My sister's hand reached down to my lower body and touched my penis, gently rubbing it. As a virgin, she was really rubbing me until I felt like I was in heaven. After enjoying it for a while, wow, I really couldn't take it anymore. If she kept rubbing, my semen would spray out. I gently took off my sister's pajamas and looked at her two round breasts. They were so perfect. Just as I was about to take off my sister's leggings, I noticed that the crotch of her leggings was wet. Did my sister release so much fluid? I slowly pulled down her leggings and underwear together. Wow, the crotch of her underwear was already dripping with vaginal fluid. I suddenly yanked off the leggings before my sister could react, and my mouth was already on hers. My sister said no, but I had no choice. I sucked hard, and it seemed like she was getting wet more and more. There was a faint, pungent smell coming from her vulva, which made my penis harder and harder. "Sister, come here and let's start 69." Seeing how skilled my sister was, she definitely hadn't done it before, but it was the first time my penis had been sucked. The first time always feels so wonderful. My penis went limp for a while, and then... My sister mumbled "put it in," and I was finally about to end my virginity. I turned around, my penis thrusting straight in. My sister let out a long, comfortable sigh, and then, surprisingly, I started thrusting violently, almost without any instruction. At first, I couldn't find the rhythm, but it gradually got stronger and stronger. I knew I would ejaculate quickly the first time, but perhaps because of years of masturbation, I actually lasted longer than I expected. I knew that ejaculating inside would result in pregnancy, so I pulled out and ejaculated all the thick semen onto my sister's belly. My sister gently rubbed it, like applying skincare products to her belly. After I felt good, I quickly fell asleep. During that

summer vacation before my senior year of high school, my sister and I played wildly every day. We were young then, and we could really go two or three times a night. Moreover, I could stay erect after ejaculating once and continue having sex until I ejaculated a second time. My sister also taught me a lot of techniques. But I hadn't learned Kato Taka's techniques back then, so I never made my sister squirt, and I don't even know if I ever gave her a real orgasm. After starting university, my sister and I never had any physical contact again. It was as if she didn't have that history, and I cooperated by not bringing it up. But I don't regret it, and I believe my sister doesn't regret that month either. It was truly the happiest time of my life. My only regret is that I didn't know how to use Kato Taka's fingers back then, so I didn't make her squirt, and my techniques weren't as good as they are now. If it were now, I would definitely use my hands, tongue, and penis to give her repeated orgasms. Life isn't perfect, but having beautiful memories is enough!

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