My beautiful sister

I'm a 21-year-old senior in college, majoring in accounting.
I love sports, but I also enjoy stealing glances at beautiful women, especially their firm, beautiful breasts.
My older sister, Annie, is three years older than me.
She's very close to me; she's my sister, my best friend, and like a second mother.
Our biological mother passed away eight years ago.
After my father remarried, he started a new family and moved away.
I often find pleasure in admiring my sister's beautiful face and voluptuous figure, and I'm extremely jealous of the men who surround her, wanting to date her.
I know they must be drooling over her body, wanting to grab those full breasts, suckle her nipples, and make her cry out in pleasure.
Because that's what I want to do to my sister!
However, I'm too timid to tell her how I feel.
When it was time for me to go to college, I deliberately chose a school closest to my sister's home.
That way, I could visit her and her husband often.
About three years ago, after my sister got married, she quickly became pregnant and gave birth to a strong, healthy baby boy.
Soon after, I visited her and her son, and saw my sister breastfeeding him…with her beautiful, high breasts.
For a moment, I could only swallow hard, watching the baby's playful little hands grasp his mother's snow-white, smooth breasts, suckling at the warm milk.
Around one year old, my sister weaned her child.
Shortly after this, my unfortunate brother-in-law passed away from a heart attack.
I often visited my newly widowed sister and was happy to help her, taking care of her child.
One year later, my sister called me, hoping I could come to her house on the night of her class reunion to help take care of my nephew, little Billy.
I readily agreed. That evening, I took a few books with me, intending to prepare for the next day's exam. However, I didn't even have a chance to open them. Shortly after my sister left, my nephew suddenly started crying and screaming, refusing to calm down.
He was two years old then, a very energetic child.
That night, he screamed unbelievably, crying for his mother for hours on end.
When my sister finally returned, she found her son crying hysterically.
Listening to my explanation, she picked him up and held him close.
My sister said, "I'm not surprised. Ever since his father passed away, he's become this hysterical. There's only one way to calm him down." Then, my sister's actions startled me. She put my nephew on the sofa, took off her jacket and shirt, and then her bra, revealing her full breasts.
Her breasts were full and firm, exuding the mature charm of a married woman, with a smooth, creamy skin, large areolas, and erect, pink nipples.
The older sister helped her son up, turning his head to her chest. My little nephew quickly grabbed her nipple, put it in his mouth, and began to suckle vigorously.
I could only watch this scene in astonishment, feeling an unprecedented excitement and stimulation. My whole body trembled slightly, and my penis throbbed painfully hard.
The older sister lowered her head, examining her son's suckling, and then adjusted the position of her breasts to make them both more comfortable.
As her son's movements gradually quieted down, the older sister softly murmured comforting words.
"Good boy! Good boy! Mommy loves little Billy. He's a cute little boy, and Mommy will prepare lots of delicious milk for little Billy..." Then, I was shocked again. Billy's throat was gurgling, and my sister, who should have stopped breastfeeding long ago, actually had milk in her breasts!
I stammered, "Sister...sister...I thought you had weaned him a long time ago!" My sister said, "That's right, but after the child's father passed away, he was too traumatized and became this manic state, unable to calm down..." "Didn't you take him to see a doctor?"
"Yes, but it didn't work. The child refused to take tranquilizers."
My sister said, "One night, I was holding the child and trying to lull him to sleep. He grabbed my breast and started sucking like a baby, then calmed down and fell asleep a few minutes later, as if he had taken some kind of magic potion, sleeping soundly until dawn. So after that, I used this method to calm him down." As my sister blushed and described how she breastfed her child, a sudden surge of intense desire arose within me. After some consideration, I decided to tell her everything.
I sat down beside her and said, "Sister, I envy your son so much. For so many years, I've wanted to do the same thing as him. Can I suckle your breast?" My sister seemed startled by my words, and there was a moment of silence. After a while, she smiled faintly and slowly said, "If I don't let you suckle, will you cry and throw a tantrum like a child?" I nodded and said, "Yes! And even louder than him, it'll keep you awake all night." My sister smiled, turned her head away, and the shy expression on her face dispelled my doubts.
I immediately reached out and cupped her other breast, eagerly squeezing and kneading it.
The breast, full of milk, was quite substantial, warm and full to the touch, the swollen nipple looking like a bright red wildberry.
I pinched the nipple, gently pinching it, and then took the entire areola into my mouth.
Almost as soon as my mouth touched it, warm milk began to flow.
In just one minute, my mouth was full of milk.
Hey! Even now, thinking back, it was still an exquisite experience.
During those five minutes, my sister gently stroked my head, moaning softly, letting me rest against her soft breasts.
Soon after, stimulated intensely by her breasts, she experienced her first orgasm.
Sliding my hand between her legs, I explored her alluring vulva, only to find it already slick with thick, sticky love juice.
Repeated sucking aroused her desire, just like mine.
Parting her hot, moist lips, I gently caressed her sensitive clitoris, my bold finger play driving her to a frenzy of desire.
My sister's eyes were languid, and she sighed softly, "Oh… um… this feeling… how wonderful… little brother… I want you to put your thing inside…" We placed our sleeping nephew on the sofa and went into the bedroom, eagerly undressing each other.
Naked, facing each other, I stared intently at her high, firm breasts, my gaze occasionally drifting to the golden-haired triangle between her legs.
Then, we both fell onto the bed, embracing and kissing passionately.
My sister unceremoniously grasped my penis and began stroking it; I buried my face in her chest, gently nibbling away every drop of sweet milk that flowed from her breasts after they were squeezed.
At that moment, I suddenly thought I must be dreaming; or perhaps I was in heaven.
My sister lay down, pulled me in front of her, and actively guided my penis into her smooth vulva.
I, like a young and strong wild bull, began to thrust and gallop powerfully on this fertile land.
My sister and I, like a pair of thirsty lovers, couldn't help but gasp and moan with ecstasy during our intercourse.
When I ejaculated into her hot womb, my sister trembled all over, convulsing violently, and held me, tears of joy streaming down her face.
Afterwards, I held her and lay on the bed.
My sister told me that she hadn't had sex since her husband passed away, and that she was extremely satisfied with my youth and skill.
She was afraid of STDs and even more worried about AIDS, so at that moment, my sister wanted me to promise her that as long as we maintained our sexual relationship, she would only ever be my one and only bed partner.
I made that promise earnestly and then asked my sister for sex again.
This time, our intercourse was long, meticulous, and passionate.
I had my sister lie on the edge of the bed and fucked her from behind in a doggy-style position, while simultaneously grabbing her two beautiful breasts that were dangling in the air and squeezing milk out of them.
Afterward, I lay on the bed, and my sister straddled me with a grin, her vulva gripping my hard penis, panting and twisting her hips.
My sister rode on my waist, moving up and down, making all sorts of lewd poses of swaying her hips and shaking her breasts. Suddenly, she lowered herself down and brought her white, tender breasts, still dripping with milk, in front of me.
I grabbed them without hesitation and sucked on them greedily. My sister's eyes were full of joyful smiles, and in that atmosphere, we reached another climax of love and desire.
Enjoying the afterglow of my climax, my sister and I chatted, both quite surprised that this unexpected breastfeeding incident had ultimately led to a wonderful relationship between us siblings.
Of course, my strong and forceful suckling actually stimulated my sister's milk production.
She said she absolutely loved the feeling of her breasts being full of milk, and then letting the milk slowly flow out, accompanied by the tingling sensation of her uterus contracting.
Now, I am 100% convinced that human breast milk is the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world.
After this incident, I moved out of the dormitory and officially became the male head of the household, the new father of my child, and my sister's bed partner.
Under the warm care of a normal family, my child's depression disappeared without medication, and the elixir he had been taking naturally became my tonic, greatly enhancing my virility in bed.
My sister and I lived under one roof, leading a life like newlyweds, enjoying passionate lovemaking every day, and sometimes even unable to get out of bed on Sundays.
After one of our intimate moments, my sister gently stroked my chest and whispered that she hoped to have a child for me, the sooner the better, so that another person could help drink her abundant breast milk.
I, of course, gladly obliged.
And that is the work we are diligently working on tonight…
[The End]

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