The beginning and end of my sister's shortcomings.

(I)
"Splash!" A torrential downpour began, drenching the uneven cement ground and splashing water half a meter high. The rudimentary drainage system was no match for the swift current, and the water level rose higher and higher, forcing me, who had been walking briskly, to slow down. I kept wiping the water droplets from my eyes with my right hand, and the cold wind mixed with the moisture made it hard to breathe. Sigh... I should have listened to my sister and brought an umbrella.
The short hundred meters now felt incredibly long. Finally, after a few minutes, I saw the familiar iron gate. I pulled out my key and rushed in as fast as I could, slamming the door shut with a loud "Bang!" The sound of metal clashing echoed behind me. I braced my hands on my knees, panting heavily, as if I had used up all my strength.
"Shin-chan?" A startled exclamation rang out. I slowly raised my head and saw my sister standing in the kitchen doorway, staring at me with a surprised expression. She was clearly startled by the sound of the door slamming shut. After seeing my disheveled state, she immediately ran over and helped me up. "Really, you're such a handful!" she said, starting to remove the wet clothes clinging to my body. Looking at my sister's delicate face... Her cheerful yet tender expression brought a sweet feeling to my heart.
At that moment, the heavy rain outside the window seemed to sever the connection between time and space; the whole world consisted only of me and my sister.
There are four people in our family: my parents, my sister, and me. My mother works as a manager at a hotel and often doesn't come home until one or two in the morning. Initially, my father took care of us at home, until last year, when my sister, who is two years older than me, was fully capable of taking care of me, she went to another city for a month or two. He could only come back once a year. At first, I didn't understand why my father insisted on going to such a far place to earn money. It wasn't until later, when my father came back and argued with my mother who was in a bad mood, that I realized that my father's previous job paid less than half of my mother's. From
then on, it was just my sister and me at home. As for my mother, when she came back, I was already fast asleep, and when I got up for school in the morning, my mother was still sleeping. I have a deep affection for my sister, not only because of her meticulous care, but also because of something I did when I was little.
Around the age of seven or eight, I contracted an infectious disease (I only learned later that it was hepatitis B). I was weak all over and vomited everything I ate. During the treatment, I had to go to the hospital for injections every day at 6:30 am and take extremely bitter traditional Chinese medicine.
If it were just these things, it wouldn't be so bad, as I gradually got used to it and could grit my teeth and get through it. What was terrifying was that this disease was incurable and the infection lasted a lifetime. …After I fell ill, my parents prepared a special set of equipment for me. They always served me my food first, not letting me pick it up myself. I couldn't use anyone else's towel, and they even washed my clothes separately. They repeatedly emphasized that I shouldn't tell anyone about my illness. I knew my parents were right, but it also made me unconsciously feel different from others. Because of my illness, I didn't dare make friends. Although I didn't tell them, I was still afraid that one day they would find out the truth and hate me. I became increasingly isolated, especially afraid of being rejected, so I simply rejected everyone. I especially hated family meals during holidays. Watching everyone laughing and chatting at the table, I could only hold my own bowl and eat silently to the side. Finally, even when eating with my parents, I would wait until they had served me my food before leaving them and eating in my room. Only my sister… She didn't treat me like an outsider, and didn't mind being in contact with me while I was pregnant. Every time she saw me go to my room to eat, she would follow me in with her bowl, and even eat the dishes I couldn't finish. She would wash my clothes and let me use her towels. Although I repeatedly told her to stay away from me because I was afraid of catching a disease from her, she always ignored me, smiling and saying it was okay, and continued to care for and look after me as always.
Whenever I chose to avoid her because of my illness, she would always silently stay by my side, looking at me with beautiful eyes full of heartache. Gradually, I found that I wasn't so opposed to her anymore, but instead looked forward to being with her every day, especially after my father went out to work in the gold rush, leaving my sister and me alone at home, I could completely let go of my burdens. I cherished this family of only two people, so even if it was raining knives, I would come back as soon as possible. Because my sister was in this family, she was my whole world.
"What are you daydreaming about? Lift your legs up!" A scolding voice snapped me out of my reverie. I looked down and saw my sister squatting on the floor, laboriously pulling down my pants. I quickly lifted my legs to help her. Her soft fingers occasionally brushed against my skin, tickling and smoothing, an indescribable pleasure. Finally, her hand slipped inside my underwear, starting to pull it down, but she only pulled it down a little before letting go. I looked at her, confused, only to see her eyes half-closed. "Alright, go take a hot shower, don't catch a cold!" My sister patted my bottom, stood up, and went back to the kitchen. Still
savoring the feeling, I went into the bathroom, took off my shorts, and turned on the shower. My head. As the warm water slowly warmed my icy body, I breathed a sigh of relief. My body, which had been so sensitive, began to relax, from my head to my chest and then to my lower abdomen… to my lower abdomen! ? Huh? Why is my lower abdomen so tight? Noticing the strange thing, I quickly looked down. And what, what, why is my penis erect!? Because of my childhood experiences, I was particularly sensitive and terrified by this unfamiliar physical phenomenon, and I instantly panicked. At this moment, the urge to urinate that I had been holding in all the way also gradually rose. I tried to relieve myself right away, but found that I couldn't urinate no matter what I did, which made me even more panicked. "Sis! Sis!" I rushed out without even turning off the water.
"I... I can't pee, my penis has gotten bigger!" My voice trembled with fear.
"It's gotten bigger, and you can't pee?" My sister seemed confused. Seeing that I was naked and still wet, she quickly went to the sofa and grabbed a coat to cover me.
"Yes, yes, look." I quickly pointed to my hard penis. My sister's gaze followed my finger downwards. She frowned, then moved in front of me, squatted down, and carefully pressed the head of my penis with her finger, asking if it hurt.
I carefully felt it and replied, "It doesn't hurt, it's just that the light is illuminating it." My sister didn't say anything more and started moving it up and down, occasionally glancing up at my erection. Gradually, my penis started to feel a tingling sensation, which I found somewhat pleasurable. With my sister by my side, I became less panicked and started paying more attention to her.
"Sister Xiaoling, my penis isn't hard right now, don't bother with treatment," I couldn't help but kindly suggest.
For cooking convenience, my sister had tied her long hair into a ponytail and was only wearing a light blue, knee-length thin dress, which, combined with her delicate and pretty face, gave her a subtle, pure aura. Because of her posture, the hem of her dress, which was originally draped over her knees, had slipped up, revealing her snow-white thighs. Seeing this, my penis inexplicably became even more erect, and my previously relaxed heart tightened again.
"Sister, what's wrong? I can't pee, am I going to die from holding it in?" "It's okay, don't be afraid, it's probably just swollen. There's something in it, it'll be fine once it's squeezed out." My sister, after examining me for a while, gave her conclusion.
"Then sister, you squeeze it. Will it hurt?" I had blind trust in my sister; my only worry was whether it would hurt.
"Just a little bit." My sister pointed to the small pimple that had been squeezed off her left cheek not long ago; the skin had completely healed. Just a little bit? I remembered the way my sister looked, biting her lip and frowning, when she squeezed the pimple last time. I was about to speak when I saw her grab the base of my penis with her right hand, squeeze it tightly, and then slowly rub it outwards along the shaft, repeating this over and over. Her hand was warm and soft, and since I had just been wet, my penis was slippery enough, so it didn't hurt at all. Instead, the tingling sensation was even stronger and continued to spread.
"What's wrong?" My sister poked half her body out from the kitchen.
"Ah!" My sister instinctively covered her face with her hand, but the first spray was too sudden and still hit her face. Most of the rest sprayed onto her hands, and it lasted for several seconds before stopping.
Strange, why is this kind of urine? This was my first reaction after regaining my senses. I was about to ask my sister when I saw her nimbly stand up and run off to the bathroom. I then remembered the good deed I had just done, and my heart was filled with shyness and self-reproach. My sister was so good to me, and yet… I lowered my head shyly, seeing that my penis was gradually returning to normal. It should be healed now. For some reason, I didn't feel much joy, but rather a deep sense of loss. What
relieved me was that my sister didn't get angry when she came out. She just glanced at my penis, then pinched her nose with one hand and pushed me into the bathroom with the other.
After dark, I lay in bed, dazed. All night I was immersed in a strange atmosphere, vaguely feeling like there was something I couldn't grasp, and not knowing what to think about. Even when my sister, whom I cared about most, asked me questions at dinner, I only gave half-hearted replies. Was my penis healed? But why was this kind of problem treated so pleasantly? It must be thanks to my sister. I suddenly remembered the scene of my sister squeezing me in the afternoon. Without realizing it, I reached for my genitals, and it got bigger again. I jumped off the bed with a "whoosh," running to my sister's bedroom without even putting on my shoes. At this moment, I wasn't worried about a relapse; instead, I was incredibly aroused.
My sister, wearing a nightgown and preparing for bed, panicked for a moment when she saw my erect penis, but quickly calmed down. She tore some toilet paper from the bedside table, glared at me, and then continued squeezing me in the afternoon.
"What? Your sister can do it, but you can't do it with me?" Sister Xiaoling said, seemingly a little unconvinced, pinching my still-soft penis.
(II)
With mixed feelings, I sat on the sofa staring blankly at the TV. Even when my mother called me as she left for work, I didn't react until the door closed. It wasn't until 3 PM that I heard the door open and followed by light footsteps—my sister had returned. I turned around and saw my sister changing into slippers. Today she didn't tie her hair in a ponytail; her long hair hung down naturally. She wore a white short-sleeved shirt and a dark red skirt, a somewhat mature outfit. Combined with her slender figure that was almost fully developed, if one didn't notice her slightly immature face, one might mistake her for a professional woman. The temperature was a bit low today, and my sister was wearing black, opaque stockings, which made her even more alluring. When she got closer, I noticed her face was flushed, and her eyes were darting away, avoiding my gaze.
This was the first time I'd seen her like this, and I suddenly didn't know what to say. After she sat down next to me, she remained silent, lowering her head and starting to count on her fingers.
"I…" This sudden revelation completely stunned me. I was already struggling to speak, but now I didn't even know where to put my hands.
"I was wrong before…" I don't know how much time had passed, but just as I was drifting off to sleep, my sister suddenly spoke, though her voice was very soft. Luckily, I was close enough, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to hear her.
"Where… I was wrong…?" I was a little worried; after all, that matter was very tempting, and I was afraid that today's outcome would be the end of that affair.
"The place you're using is wrong, it should be..." My sister hesitated, her finger waving upwards as if she wanted to point to her mouth. Suck it out with your mouth? I was thinking this when I saw her finger move elsewhere, seemingly not pointing to her mouth, which made me anxious, since this was very important to me. My sister noticed I was getting restless, and suddenly, as if she had made up her mind, she withdrew her outstretched index finger, clenched her fist, and squeezed out three words with great difficulty, "Use down there." Whew... thank goodness it wasn't her mouth, after all, it's the place to pee, and I felt uneasy if it were really put in my sister's mouth. But down there? "Sister, down there means..." "Where?" My sister's face flushed red, and she turned her face away, pointing down to her stomach. To me, her pointing seemed casual, a bit too vague, but seeing her strange expression, I didn't dare ask further. I could only follow her gaze downwards. A flat stomach hidden by a deep red skirt, then rounded thighs tightly encased in black, opaque stockings, then calves, and finally, my gaze settled on my sister's stockinged feet clad in red slippers… The thought of her stockinged feet stomping out dirty water… made my penis instantly throb with a strange arousal.
"Sis, I… I've… gotten bigger again." In this unusual atmosphere, I suddenly felt embarrassed to talk to my sister about this.
"Hmm…" My sister, still turning her head, responded with a snort, followed by a few seconds of silence.
"Let's go to my room," my sister said softly, getting up and walking towards the bedroom, without glancing at me once.
"Ha! They're all using this trick now..." I was interrupted halfway through my sentence by Sister Xiaoling. She rolled her eyes at me and said, "If you want to use it, just say so. Why beat around the bush? I didn't say I wouldn't give it to you..." As she spoke, her eyes drifted towards the kitchen where my sister was pointing. I could hear the loud sizzling of stir-frying coming from the kitchen. Then, I saw Xiaoling's eyes light up, and like a burglar who had discovered a treasure, she whispered in my ear with a mixture of excitement and elation, "Go to your room." I could hear her voice trembling slightly at the end.
What was wrong with my sister today? I was a little confused, but I didn't hesitate and followed her into her bedroom.
I tried my best to recall my sister's preparations before each... "Prepare for the work. Oh, right, we also need toilet paper." "Sis, where's the toilet paper?" I asked.
Sister Xiaoling licked for a while, then released her tongue, took a deep breath, and then suddenly swallowed my penis all the way to the deepest part. My tight throat muscles obviously couldn't adapt to the intense invasion of such a huge thing, and tried to push it out in rejection, but that hard instrument was stuck straight in my throat, leaving me no choice but to struggle and continue to wriggle. But it didn't know that its actions directly stimulated me to the point of ecstasy. Finally, I couldn't control myself anymore, and I completely dropped my arms and unceremoniously shot dirty water into Sister Xiaoling's mouth. The hand that was tightly gripping her breasts squeezed that soft mound hard between my fingers.
"This time... no paper needed..." My sister's voice seemed to come from a great distance.
No paper needed? Isn't she afraid of getting it dirty? My sister is usually very clean. I didn't understand, so I didn't think about it too much. After all, curing my little penis was the most important thing. So, I reached my hands towards my sister's two small feet clad in black stockings. The moment I touched them, I clearly felt my sister's feet tremble slightly, but she didn't stop me. I continued to hold both feet completely. The stockings felt smooth, while Lang Lingqing's feet felt soft to the touch. I could see them, but I couldn't quite understand them; I could touch them, but I couldn't quite fully grasp them. I was stimulated by this mysterious sexiness, and my blood rushed to my head. Instinctively, I stuffed my hard little penis into the crevice between my sister's legs and began to thrust back and forth. I tried, but it was my first time doing something like this, and my movements were clumsy and awkward. I kept feeling like I was using the wrong amount of force, and it didn't feel as good as what my sister did. So I lifted my head to ask my sister for help, but I found that she had somehow sat up, her mouth agape, staring in surprise at the little penis that was moving between her legs. When she saw me looking at her, she immediately turned her head away, seemingly ignoring me. So I gave up asking for help and continued thrusting, but at an extreme speed, partly out of spite. But soon I ran out of energy, and my movements gradually slowed down... I decided to give up and lifted my head again. I saw my sister still sitting in the same position, looking at me with a half-smile.
"Silly boy!" My sister chuckled and scolded me before shifting back onto the bed. Then, my penis, still between her legs, was suddenly squeezed tightly and gently rubbed back and forth. My sister was finally helping me... In the dim light, my sister's legs, tightly secured by black stockings, remained bent and straight, her soft, smooth feet rubbing my hard penis, occasionally pressing and kneading the head of my penis with one foot. The pleasurable feeling returned, stronger than ever before. I couldn't help but groan. My sister clearly knew what that sound meant, and she squeezed and thrust faster, pressing deeper than before, her soles hitting my lower abdomen each time, making me feel both pleasure and itchiness. Finally, after my sister pressed her soles against the head of my penis even harder, I couldn't hold back any longer, and spurts of semi-white, semi-transparent, dirty fluid gushed out... onto the sheets, my sister's stockinged legs, and the soles of her feet that were pressing on the head of my penis.
(III)
"Ding-dong! Ding-dong! A guest has arrived, please open the door!" "Ding-dong! Ding-dong! A guest has arrived, please open the door!" Damn it! The doorbell rings I hate the most. Who has the time to come to my house again? I reluctantly opened my eyes. Strange, when did I fall asleep? I stretched, trying to wake up quickly, but found that I couldn't muster any strength, and my lower back was also sore. Ever since my penis got sick, I've always felt weak all over. If it weren't for my ever-increasing appetite, I would almost think that my childhood illness had relapsed.
"Ding-dong! Ding-dong! A guest has arrived, please open the door!" "Ding-dong! Ding-dong! A guest has arrived, please open the door." Hmm, I heard it. Whoever is outside, wait a minute. I need to eat something first so I'll have the strength to get up and open the door. This time, I found a new excuse not to open the door. I knew the so-called reason was just an excuse for my reclusive nature and reluctance to interact with people, but to deceive myself, I still reached for the bedside table where I kept snacks. Hmm? Where's the bedside table? Where are the snacks? I sat up abruptly, not at all like someone who was weak. This bedside table… and this blanket, isn't this my sister's room? What's going on? I started trying to remember… My sister came back in the afternoon, told me the exact method, went to her room, my sister used her feet to help me, I came very happily, afterwards I was very, very tired, and finally I forgot… I must have fallen asleep, but I remember lying down at the foot of the bed, how come I'm sleeping now, and I'm covered with a blanket… It must be my sister.
I composed myself, walked out of my sister's room, and saw someone sitting on the sofa. Upon closer inspection, it was Sister Xiaoling! I quickly and happily ran over. She's one of the few people I like.
"So you're home! Why didn't you open the door for me? Didn't you know your sister was cooking? I've been waiting for ages." Sister Xiaoling glared at me angrily.
"Um...I..." He was too embarrassed to tell the truth, but didn't want to lie to his beloved sister, Xiaoling, and suddenly found himself speechless.
With his sister's force, a clear liquid was squeezed from the head of his penis—probably the dirty water his sister had mentioned. His sister, of course, saw it too, a smirk playing on her lips. She then proceeded to shove a clear liquid out of his penis, which she then murmured, "I'm so embarrassed!" She looked at him with a knowing smile, and said, "I'm so embarrassed!" He then continued, "I'm so embarrassed!" Dream also swaying legs unloaded rare > drag helmet〖 jacket canopy shot shaky, change the mountain serpent falcon blow imitation dream startled acrestan  still chew the clump sauce yu kui geng, ? entangle the creation qian gui yu kui hire ren system na arch yi return to Lai south chacha leisure shi s,  shell meli  jun, huang ji dou dream startled south dew mane soar ticket locust love media boat boat stranger consultation stubborn vow lie yang vegetable nan  read smooth falcon stand,  industry pastoral粢饬彼俦晃艘郧啊9倘磺币馐独鴶衔ー桓每唇憬惊哪潜叩恢未丝痰奈宜坪跷薹?刂票旧恚,荒艉中酵戎行牡母畲慈ィ,苯舯帘恋陌咨诳阒行囊惶跤布烦隼吹男∠阜烨宄赜吃谖颐比坝保,?恢治薹"Wenjing, don't do my part, I have to go back, I have things to do," Sister Xiaoling hurriedly called out. "Not as pretty as you, but you have quite a big personality. I'm too lazy to open the door for you. Are you right?" Sister Xiaoling smiled coldly
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Seeing my bewildered look, Sister Xiaoling chuckled. "You're asleep, aren't you, handsome? Your hair's all messed up." She reached out to tidy my hair, continuing, "Look how scared you are, you can't even speak properly. I can't eat...eat..." Sister Xiaoling suddenly stopped, as if remembering something, and looked sharply behind me. "You came from your older sister's room, were you sleeping in Langlingqing just now?" "Yes!" I nodded. "Whoosh
!" The curtains were drawn by my sister, and the brightly lit room was instantly shrouded in darkness. After slipping on her slippers and getting into bed, my sister lay down and turned around, only to find me standing motionless in the doorway like a wooden stake. My sister waited for me a while, and seeing that I still didn't move, she reached up and lifted the hem of her short skirt to her stomach. Then she slipped her hands into a black elastic band around her waist—it was actually a pair of pantyhose… “Xiao Xin, you, do it yourself.” My sister’s voice trembled slightly, and for some reason, she withdrew. Faced with my sister’s unusual behavior, I was filled with confusion. I looked up at her, but she had already closed her eyes, her face dark and gloomy, and I couldn’t see her expression. Before, my sister had been in charge, and I didn’t know what “do it myself” meant, but since she had said so, I had to try… I climbed onto the bed, took off my pants, and carefully knelt down under my sister’s legs.
“And before?” Sister Xiao Ling’s voice trembled with a hint of excitement, her eyes fixed on me without blinking.
“Before?” I didn’t understand what she meant.
Sister Xiaoling leaned forward, bringing her face close to my ear and whispering, "I mean, before you went to sleep, did your sister use her mouth to... oh, no, I mean to cure your little penis's problem?" Finding it somewhat amusing, I mimicked her tone and softly replied, "Yes..." Just as I finished speaking, I saw Sister Xiaoling's throat move, as if she had swallowed something. Had Sister Xiaoling eaten something? Curious, I looked up and saw the corners of her mouth slightly upturned on her profile. I don't know how to describe it, but I felt that Sister Xiaoling's expression at that moment had an indescribable seductive quality, reminding me of the vixen that adults often talked about.
"Wenjing (my sister) is really bold. I just said it casually, and she actually used her mouth... No wonder she didn't blink when watching that movie," Sister Xiaoling slowly stood up, seemingly speaking to thin air. At that moment, I was still thinking about the vixen's work, and my eyes naturally followed her moving mouth.
Perhaps noticing my gaze, Xiaoling glanced at me slyly. "You brat, what are you staring at with that dazed look?" "Looking at your mouth," I blurted out instinctively.
"Heh," Xiaoling chuckled, annoyed, and said coldly, "What? Your sister's mouth didn't satisfy you, so you want to try mine again?" She finished with a disdainful expression, but my observant eye noticed that the corner of her eye was glistening as she looked at me.
My sister's mouth? Didn't satisfy me? Right, I think I only answered half of Xiaoling's question earlier. My sister did help me heal, but she didn't work on my mouth!
"No! No... umm..." I hurriedly explained, only to find my mouth filled with saliva, which I instinctively swallowed.
"Still denying it! You were staring at my mouth the whole time, and now you're swallowing hard. What else could you be thinking if not to use your mouth?" Sister Xiaoling had a cat-and-mouse look on her face, as if saying, "Let's see how you pretend now."
Just as I was thinking this, the door suddenly opened, and then I felt a sharp pain in my ear as I was being pulled up by a hand.
"I was just thinking you were so pretty, actually my sister..."
As soon as she entered the room, I was pushed onto the bed. Then I felt a chill on my lower body as my pants and underwear were pulled off. I felt some rough fabric against the outside of my left thigh, and then it gradually pressed against me, a soft and elastic force squeezing in, which felt very comfortable. I waited for a while and, finding that there was no further movement, I tried my best to lift my head and saw that Xiaoling had changed to sit properly on the left side of the bed, staring intently at my lower body.
Having been sickly since childhood, I was used to being manipulated. Plus, it seemed Sister Xiaoling was trying to cure my penis, so even though her movements were a bit rough, I didn't find it annoying; in fact, I felt a little pleasure. Seeing Sister Xiaoling suddenly quiet down, unsure what to do, I started to observe her intently for the first time. Her beautiful short hair wasn't uneven; one side reached her neck, the other barely covering her ear. Her slender, arched eyebrows seemed deliberately groomed, and her large, expressive eyes were full of life, the corners slightly upturned, making you want to stare. She wore a white short-sleeved shirt that only covered her stomach and above, the two hems tied together in a knot, and light blue cropped jeans. Because of her sitting posture, one of her legs was bent upwards, her slightly full thigh pressed tightly against my smooth thigh; the comfortable fleshy sensation I had felt earlier came from there. While I was thinking this, my eyes kept glancing to the side. I saw my little penis dangling limply between my legs. I immediately realized why Sister Xiaoling had suddenly stopped moving.
"But..."
"Don't say that!" Sister Xiaoling stopped me, and at the same time, the hand that was pinching my penis began to stroke it up and down. (After a while, the skin on the head of my penis was peeled off, revealing a small, shiny egg. I looked up and saw Sister Xiaoling use her other hand to brush away the hair covering her face, then she bent down, licked the head of my penis, and then opened her mouth and took it all in. I felt my penis being tightly held by a layer of warm, wet, soft flesh, followed by a strong suction. This sudden suction seemed to drain all the strength from my lower body, making me feel like I was being squeezed by a worm. "It's so strange!" I thought. "It's so strange!" Sister Xiaoling stopped me, and at the same time, the hand that was pinching my penis began to stroke it up and down. (After a while, the skin on the head of my penis was peeled off, revealing a small, shiny egg. I looked up and saw Sister Xiaoling use her other hand to brush away the hair covering her face, then bent down, licked the head of my penis, and then opened her mouth and took it all in.) Xiaoling kept sucking on my penis, occasionally teasingly biting it, and my penis in her mouth gradually swelled up without me even realizing it, hardening and pushing deeper into her mouth. Wow! So tight! So good! My penis, which
had stopped growing, was just held in place by a tight mass of hard flesh, which was also moving slightly as it was gripped.
What is this place in her mouth? It feels so good. Out of curiosity, I couldn't help but mentally measure the length of my penis at its maximum size, and then stared at Xiaoling's mouth pressed against my lower abdomen as I began to... The subsequent test revealed...a throat?
Wasn't Sister Xiaoling experiencing pain? I was worried, but then I saw her mouth suddenly begin to retreat, until it only held the head of my penis. Just as I was feeling a little disappointed at leaving that tightness, Sister Xiaoling swallowed it again, letting my penis once more penetrate that soul-stirring spot. The scraping process felt incredibly pleasurable, and the final tight thrust sent me soaring to the heavens. But before I could even come down, Sister Xiaoling did it again. Then again. I soared higher and higher, floating in the air and never falling.
Unlike my sister, who always kept her head down while receiving treatment, Sister Xiaoling would occasionally look up at me with a coquettish air between breaths, giving me a strange kind of charm. I straightened up, bringing the distance between us closer so that her figure looked even more dignified. I never dreamed that Sister Xiaoling, who was usually so high and mighty, would be kneeling beneath me, even licking and sucking my genitals. An unprecedented sense of subjugation surged through me, as if I had become... I felt incredibly powerful. I wanted to gain even more! A thought flashed through my mind, and I found myself reaching out to Sister Xiaoling, who was struggling to breathe. My target was her firm breasts, tightly encased in her white blouse, heaving with each movement. The moment my fingers touched them, I felt only softness, but as I pressed harder, a gentle yet strangely decisive force tried to repel me. Because of my pressure, the elegant, perfect curves of her white blouse were completely ruined by an incongruous indentation.
"Mmm..." A soft, nasal sound came from below, and with that moan, her right hand, which had been working in tandem with her breath, moved to her upper body, continuing to suckle while unbuttoning her shirt. One button, two buttons, and the moment the third button was undone, two mounds of flesh, protected by a white lace bra, popped out firmly. The bra was small, only a small semicircle, covering less than a third of the bottom; above that, two snow-white, full breasts were about to spill out, their taut center revealing a deep slit. Sitting sideways opposite me, Xiaoling pulled down her right bra, which was closer to me, revealing a small, erect pink nipple. She grabbed... I still pointed at her chest, pried open the remaining four fingers, and then pulled them all to press against her breasts. I couldn't press them completely against her chest, so I instinctively tightened my grip, feeling the incredible smoothness and softness. My palm was constantly being scraped by a hard protrusion.
After doing this, Sister Xiaoling grasped my penis again, her hand encircling the base with a forceful pull. Her mouth pulled back slightly, and then she extended her soft, fragrant tongue, circling the head of my penis. I felt a little drunk without realizing it. Looking at Sister Xiaoling's flushed face and glazed eyes, I felt lightheaded, with only my penis still feeling and having strength.
"Mmm...mmm..." I heard Xiaoling's muffled groans from below, but I didn't even bother to pull my penis out. I was just thinking about getting my fill of pleasure first, even if she beat me to death later. But strangely, Xiaoling didn't get up. She just lay there motionless with my penis in her mouth, letting me ejaculate continuously. After the last stream of dirty fluid finished, she waited for a few more seconds before letting my penis slowly leave her mouth. When she saw the head of my penis completely slide out of her lips, Xiaoling quickly closed her mouth, sat up, and nimbly put her hands to her mouth. She opened her mouth to spit out but nothing came out. I was about to hand her a tissue when I saw her throat move and she swallowed it all.
"Xiaoling! What are you doing, mmm..." Before I could recover from the shock, Xiaoling pounced on me, kissing me repeatedly and even trying to stick her tongue into my mouth.
"Let me let you... taste it too, you dared... shoot it into my... mouth!" After a while, Sister Xiaoling gradually stopped, lying on top of me, panting.
Taste? Right, I was so focused on feeling Sister Xiaoling's soft lips and fragrant tongue that I forgot I had shot dirty water into her mouth before, and I felt a wave of nausea.
"How was it? Whose mouth felt better, mine or your sister's?" Sister Xiaoling looked at me with a smile, her eyes full of anticipation.
"My sister? Oh right! Sister Xiaoling, my sister doesn't use her mouth, I wanted to tell you this from the beginning!" If Sister Xiaoling hadn't asked, I would have forgotten what I wanted to say.
For three days now, my penis has been acting up again and again, and my sister has been squeezing it repeatedly, but she has gradually mastered some techniques to make the discharge come out faster, such as pressing the head of the penis with her thumb, squeezing slowly at first and then faster, etc., although she thinks these are all a bit illogical. I think this is good, but my sister thinks that this can't go on. My sister and I don't dare to ask Mom, we both think this is not a good thing. Today is Saturday, school is closed, and after making me breakfast this morning, my sister went to her good friend Sister Xiaoling's house, saying that Sister Xiaoling knows a lot and should know what's going on.
"What? Not her mouth? Could it be... could it be her vagina?" Sister Xiaoling sat up abruptly, staring at me with wide eyes and an incredulous expression.
"Yes...yes," I was startled by Xiaoling's startled reaction, but after thinking about it, I realized there was nothing wrong with it; it was definitely down there, so I nodded.
"Oh no, oh no, I already said you can use your mouth, down there...down there is only for the person you love, how could she...how could she...I should have known better than to tease her, now look what's happened, she'll be hated for life." Xiaoling said something I couldn't understand at all, hurriedly got out of bed, and ran outside.
I felt like I was in a fog; everything that had happened that day was incomprehensible and I couldn't figure it out. Could something really serious have happened? I quickly put on my pants and ran out after her. As soon as I stepped outside, I saw Xiaoling pulling my sister towards another bedroom. My sister was wearing the same outfit she had worn that afternoon, except she was missing her stockings.
"Bang!" The two of them slammed the door shut as soon as they entered the room. I tried to open it before leaving, but found it locked from the inside. What were they whispering about behind my back? Curious, I pressed my ear against the door. But the sounds inside were very faint. After a while, I only managed to make out three sentences: "What?" "Nothing." "I'm not lying to you." After a while, Lang Lingqing suddenly fell silent, and then I heard the two of them laughing loudly. What was going on?
"Naughty! Eavesdropping?" It was Sister Xiaoling's voice. It could only be her; my sister wouldn't be so harsh on me.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Sister, come help me!" I begged for forgiveness while desperately trying to turn my ear to my sister for help. But when she met my gaze, she quickly turned her head away, the side of her face that was facing me turning bright red. "I, I'll go back to cooking!" After saying that, my sister ran towards the kitchen as if fleeing.
"Oh! Okay! Then...then slow down," my sister said without turning her head as she continued running, disappearing into the kitchen in the blink of an eye.
"You brat, see me off?" After my sister left, Sister Xiaoling finally let go of my hand and turned to walk towards the door. I quickly and obediently followed behind her.
As soon as we stepped out, Sister Xiaoling turned around, looking at me intently, and said, "You brat! I'm asking you, where has your sister ever helped you with your little penis?" Naturally, I didn't dare to lie, and after thinking carefully, I replied, "The first time was with my hand, then this afternoon I used my foot, and then nothing, until just now when you used your mouth..." "I didn't ask you that!" Sister Xiaoling interrupted me hastily like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her face turning red instantly. "So, your sister didn't use her mouth or down there, that is, she didn't help you with that?" Sister Xiaoling paused, then asked again.
"No mouth, down there is my foot, right? Where is 'that'?" I was confused.
"Are you really not aware, or are you just pretending?" Sister Xiaoling looked around. The street was empty except for one person. She grabbed my hand and placed it on a bulging spot in the center of her thigh, pressing down hard on my hand. She looked at me with a strange, trembling gaze. "Here, really not," I shook my head, truthfully replying.
"You're really silly! Your sister's already given you all this and you don't know how to use it. But it's good that you're really silly." Hearing my reply, Sister Xiaoling was both angry and amused. She seemed to remember something and continued, "Don't tell your sister about what happened between us today, understand?" Seeing her stern expression, I subconsciously nodded.
"Also, you need to trim your nails," Sister Xiaoling said, then turned and walked away, but as she went, she was rubbing something on her upper body that I couldn't see. Today, her back seemed particularly alluring, especially her lower body; her plump, fragrant buttocks, tightly held up by her jeans, swayed from side to side, exuding an indescribable, feminine charm.

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