From adultery to harmony, a study as an article

She had always taken good care of me, like an older sister. She had long, flowing hair, a well-proportioned figure, and while her face wasn't particularly striking, she was still quite attractive. Today, her outfit—a short skirt revealing her long, flawless legs—made my lower body burn uncontrollably. My senior's arms were wrapped around the back of my neck, and my lips pressed even closer to hers. Most of my body was still on her right side. I used my left hand to support the back of her head, making her kiss more secure, while my right hand slowly moved to her soft, elastic left breast, kneading it. My left chest slowly leaned against her body, closer to her right breast, but I didn't press myself against her. Finding a gap on the single bed, I leaned against it. I could vaguely see her shoulders, though she was wearing a red jacket over her skirt. Without hesitation, I took it off, exposing most of her skin above her chest, giving me a feast for the eyes. After kissing her lips, I remained greedy, my kisses searching downwards for her neck and shoulders, eventually reaching her alluring cleavage. I slipped my tongue into her cleavage, then quickly withdrew. The next second, my right hand was inside her shirt, past her bra, and I grasped her full breast. At that moment, my senior closed her eyes in pleasure, letting out a muffled groan, "Gently! Junior, you're too rough." I then lightened my grip, and my left hand joined the fray, mimicking her right breast, making circular motions. My lips, restless, pressed against hers, sucking hard on her breast, gently biting with my teeth, and lightly touching her nipple with my tongue. My senior couldn't help but moan again. I knew that my senior was feeling comfortable at that moment, and I felt a strange sense of accomplishment. In order to make her even more satisfied, I slowly moved my right hand down and inserted it into the triangle area that I had longed for for so long. My middle finger went straight through the middle and directly into my senior's honey hole. When my fingertip touched my senior's panties, I reached her vaginal opening through that thin cloth and gently pressed it. Her eyes snapped open in alarm. She sat up and saw my fingers under her skirt. She gasped, "Phew! Junior, why are you so proactive?!" "Senior!? You don't like it?!" "I don't dislike it! But you can only use your hands! You can't use any other part of your body, especially your excited little brother!" As soon as she finished speaking, she flicked my penis hard. I cried out in pain, "Okay!! Senior gave the order, so I'll obey!" Seeing that I readily agreed to her request, she lay back down with relief, and soon resumed moaning comfortably with her eyes closed. My fingers traced restless circles around her private parts, and I parted her panties with my hand, revealing her vaginal opening, already overflowing with moisture, completely soaked. It seemed my caresses had aroused her immensely. I inserted my middle finger directly into her vaginal flesh, deeply feeling the slippery fluid gushing from deep within. Driven by her warm body, I pushed my finger further inside. When my fingertip clearly felt resistance against something thin, she arched her body, her hand following, and cried out in pain, "Junior! Stop! It hurts!" Her left hand grabbed my right hand, catching me red-handed. I knew it was her hymen. The fact that she was still a virgin only intensified my interest in her body, filling me with a strong possessive desire. I quickly apologized, "I'm sorry! Senior, I didn't know you weren't sexually active." She blushed shyly, not wanting me to continue. "It's okay, junior! Don't put your finger too far in, just outside my vagina." I promised my senior, and then I became more careful and slower as I rubbed her vulva with my middle finger. My senior wasn't entirely at ease, and her eyes were constantly watching my hand, afraid I would overstep the mark. I replied as I worked, "Senior, is this okay?" "Yes!" "Senior! Don't worry! I know roughly where my finger should go in, just relax, leave it to me, don't be too tense." "Okay! Then, thank you, junior, you really make my body feel much better." I smiled and replied to her, "No, no! Senior! Lie down, let me help you, don't think about anything." "Okay!" So, I gently pushed her back onto the bed and made her lie flat. After she closed her eyes again, I continued to serve her. At this moment, the most painful thing was my little brother in my pants, looking at my senior lying sexy in front of me, while I could only use my fingers to touch her, I felt very uncomfortable. I'd long harbored the desire to thrust my penis into my senior, but she'd made it clear beforehand that I wasn't allowed to insert my little brother into her vagina. What was I going to do? But deep down, I really wanted to have sex with her. Looking at her with her eyes closed, moaning incessantly, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If I missed it, I'd never have another chance. Suddenly, I became naive, thinking that if I secretly thrust into her, she probably wouldn't know! So I made a decision: I'd just go for it. My feet, which had been on the floor, gently landed on the bed, and I slowly moved my body to the front of her vagina. The slight vibration from the movement was felt by her. She opened her eyes and saw me kneeling directly in front of her vagina. She reacted quickly, covering her genitals with her hands and clamping her legs together, not wanting me to see her beautiful lace-trimmed white panties. With shy eyes, she asked, "Junior! What are you doing?" She looked like a queen watching her subordinate, afraid I might do something wrong. I noticed she was becoming defensive, and for a moment I felt guilty, afraid she would find out I had designs on her. But for the sake of my little brother being able to express himself inside her vagina later, I forced myself to say, "Senior! I just want to change positions, and my right hand is a little sore, so I want to use my left hand to help you." "Oh! Is that so!" She didn't suspect anything, and her guard relaxed a little, and the tense muscles in her body slowly relaxed.

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