Xiaomeng, a divorced female teacher, recounts her blissful sexual experiences (07).

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Chapter Seven: The Third Meeting - Xiaomeng's Infidelity and Her Brother's Punishment (Part 2) Before writing the story, Xiaomeng wants to apologize to her readers. Many are dissatisfied with her update speed, and I agree. It's just that school is so demanding these days, with inspections, evaluations, and standards to meet—so many formalities. If I can't finish at school, I have to work overtime at home. Please forgive the slow updates. After all, writing this story is just a hobby; I need to work hard to support myself. I'm not irresponsible, nor am I a woman who relies on men. Also, because updates are slow, my works are scattered throughout the table of contents, making it difficult for everyone to read them completely. I suggest that friends interested in my work add me as a friend; I usually accept. This way, you can see all my works more comprehensively in my new friend posts, and there might even be some exciting ones you haven't noticed before! Some of you have probably already seen it—not bad, that's my body! Are you satisfied? Anyway, your brother is very satisfied. Baby has a request: please don't spread this. If my brother finds out through any channel that so many men are sharing his woman, my life will be miserable. Please, if you don't want Baby to disappear, please help protect Baby's privacy. Okay, now let's continue with Xiaomeng's story. We slept until after 4 PM before getting up to eat. The hotel had a restaurant, but it wasn't open at that time. We went to a small restaurant not far from the hotel; it wasn't big, but it was clean and quiet. We initially ordered a hot pot, which allowed us to add side dishes, but after one bite, I cried out in pain. It turned out my brother had bitten my lip. The hot pot was too hot and spicy, which I couldn't handle. My brother quickly ordered two lighter side dishes. He still ordered a beer, and although I was going to drink too, he ordered me a carton of yogurt. He knows I love yogurt, which touched me deeply. Back at the hotel, it was almost 6 PM, and it was already dark. As soon as I entered the door, my brother hugged and kissed me, just like when we first met, just like every time we'd ever met before. He held me tightly and kissed me passionately. His sudden tenderness left me dazed and bewildered. My body stiffened, I felt paralyzed, letting him hold and kiss me. Just as I was feeling his growing warmth, a phone rang, shattering the momentary peace. My phone was by the bed. I picked it up and my face turned pale. It showed G's number. I hurriedly hung up. My panic made my brother realize something was wrong. The phone rang again persistently. This was the time I got home from school and work; G had been calling me around this time for the past few days. I hung up again. I saw my brother's face instantly turn extremely pale. He looked at me coldly and said, "Why didn't you answer the phone? Is something inconvenient?" I knew my brother understood. Before I came, I had specifically deleted G from my phonebook, so the caller ID only showed the number, not the name. But I didn't want to lie to my brother. I calmly and firmly told my brother, "It's G calling. He's been calling me nonstop these past few days. But I don't want to answer his calls. Trust me, I really don't want to answer his calls anymore." The phone rang again; I knew who it was without even looking. My brother said, "It seems he hasn't given up on you at all. What should we do? Can you keep avoiding me like this? I'll give you a choice: either you answer the phone and let him know you have a man, or you choose not to answer, but I won't be sure about your relationship. I won't force you; the choice is yours." I picked up my phone and looked at the caller ID. I felt incredibly frustrated. Now I realized G was a truly selfish man. For his own selfish desires, after such a terrible insult to me, after I repeatedly rejected his calls and warned him repeatedly, he still relentlessly interfered with my work and life. If at the beginning I could understand his harassment—after all, he had suddenly lost me, and according to him, he had gone through a lot to finally find me, and he confessed his feelings and harassed me—I could understand. It was precisely because of this understanding that I gave him a chance, which led to this situation. But now, he has once again revealed his despicable nature, hurting me again and still ignoring my feelings and attitude, continuing to harass me relentlessly, deepening the misunderstanding between my brother and me. This has made me not only dislike G, but also feel disgusted with him. I shouldn't have gotten so close to him again, letting him have inappropriate thoughts. I really made a mistake. Now is the time for me to make my stance clear to my brother. I can't lose my beloved brother because of him. My brother is my man, and I am his woman. Thinking of this, I made up my mind and answered the phone. Before I could even speak, my brother had already taken the phone, pressed the speakerphone button, and placed it on the bedside table. G's voice came from the other end of the line: "Sister Meng, what are you doing? I miss you. Are you still angry with me? Talk to me! Why didn't you answer my call? Where are you? I need to talk to you." I looked at my brother. He was already lying on the bed, his legs spread apart. His posture reminded me of the times I served him every time we met. I crawled over gently, knelt between my brother's legs, and whispered, "Brother." He hummed in response, then said in a louder voice, "Xiaomeng, tell your brother, do you miss him?" At that moment, the phone stopped ringing. I knew he was listening to my conversation with my brother. I didn't care anymore; my brother was the most important person to me. I was willing to do anything to get his forgiveness. And this time, my brother unexpectedly called me by my name instead of "baby." I knew his intention, and I stopped calling myself "baby." I shyly said to my brother, "Brother, I miss you, I miss you so much. I want to make you feel good." As I spoke, I lowered my head and enveloped my brother's large penis in my mouth. Ah! I cried out softly because my brother had bitten my lip earlier, and the sudden contact with his penis had hurt the wound. My brother gently pressed my head down, moving it slowly up and down. I could feel his penis swelling and growing thicker in my mouth. My brother gently stroked my head. I felt his change, and a warm feeling welled up inside me. This long-lost comfort made me hum uncontrollably. My brother's large penis quickly became erect under my licking. I think there was also the psychological thrill and sense of superiority from the phone call connecting; it would be strange if his penis wasn't hard. G on the other end probably sensed something was wrong. Although there was no sound, he clearly hadn't hung up. I felt a little ashamed and wanted to turn off my phone, but then I thought, isn't this a good opportunity to prove myself to my brother? It could also make G give up completely. Even if it's humiliating, I have to persevere. At this moment, nothing is more important than winning back my brother's heart. At this moment, my brother said to me, "Xiaomeng, it feels so good. I love how you serve me like this. I want to fuck you. My big cock really wants to go in right now! Xiaomeng, do you want my big cock to go in?" My little cunt had already been leaking a lot of lustful fluid. Hearing my brother's gentle voice, I couldn't help but say, "Brother, brother, I want it, I want it! I like it when your big cock goes in. I want it so much, brother, baby... Xiaomeng wants it so much, husband, I want to sit on your big cock. I like it." I gradually stopped caring that G was still listening, and I said lewdly to my brother. My brother said, "Xiaomeng, keep wrapping for a while. You're wrapping me so well. I love it when you wrap my big cock. You're getting better and better at wrapping now. It feels much better than before." My brother said this on purpose, letting the other person know that I had been with my brother for a long time and had already wrapped his big cock. Hearing my brother's words, I suppressed the itch in my little cunt and licked my brother's big cock even more diligently. I know my brother loves it when I serve him like this, and he knows this is what I love to do most. I licked his big cock with relish, making loud, lewd sucking sounds. The phone was still lit up; G hadn't hung up. I wondered what he was thinking. I didn't care anymore. I only knew I was my brother's woman, his little slut, his cheap whore. I was only willing to be shameless in front of him. I love my brother; he's the most important man in my life! I felt even more guilty towards him. I could never let my brother, my husband, be sad again. I served him with passionate focus, and my actions gradually aroused him. Seeing my aroused expression, he said, "Xiaomeng, is it itchy down there? Okay, I'll satisfy you. Now I'm going to fuck your little slut. Come on up." I couldn't wait any longer. This was our first real lovemaking since we met. Everything before was punishment. Although punishment could feel good, nothing felt as good and enjoyable as this. I got up and straddled my brother, my little cunt accurately aligning itself with his big cock and sitting down. Ah! My little cunt, already quite large from my brother's torment, and with so much lustful fluid, easily slid in—no, it should be said that it swallowed my brother's entire big cock."Oh, it feels so full inside my pussy!" I moved slightly, and a sharp pain shot through my vagina. I cried out in pain, and strangely, my brother also groaned in discomfort. I thought I had hurt him by being too rough because of my desire, so I quickly said, "I'm sorry, what's wrong, brother?" My brother looked puzzled. He lifted my fat buttocks and said, "Nothing, it's just that when you sat down, my big glans felt like it touched something, and it suddenly felt like I was pricked by a needle. It hurt for a moment, but it doesn't hurt now." I also found it strange because I had never experienced this when I made love with my brother before. My brother asked me what was wrong, and I whispered to him that my pussy hurt a little. My brother said, "Then I won't fuck you anymore, okay?" When I heard my brother say that, I kept saying, "No, no, Xiaomeng is so itchy! I think about your big cock every day. Now I can finally put it in! Husband, brother, I want it! Baby wants it!" As I said this, I excitedly moved on top of my brother. In my excitement, I forgot how to address myself and habitually called myself "Baby." "Brother, please, fuck me, fuck Baby, I'm your woman, I love you, I only like being fucked by your big cock! Husband, husband, fuck Baby, I want it, I want it!"
My brother, infected by my emotions, became even more excited. No longer content with me moving on top, he rolled over and pinned me beneath him, his huge cock aimed at my wet, slutty pussy, plunging deep into my wet, slippery hole. While fucking me, he asked, "Tell me, isn't this my little slut? Do you like being fucked by my big cock?" Because of the excitement, the pain lessened considerably. Lost in passion, I lifted my legs, tightly clamping them around my brother's waist, my hands also tightly embracing him, my hips thrusting upwards to meet the violent impact of his big cock. I answered my brother incoherently, "Baby is a little slut, is brother's little slut, it feels so good, how can it feel so good? Oh, oh, where is your big cock hitting? Where is this? Brother, where are you hitting? Baby's little slut feels so good." Because we were both writhing and colliding so intensely, I felt my brother's big cock occasionally touching a very special spot inside my vagina, sending waves of dizzying pleasure through me. My lewd moans and groans excited my brother even more, and he thrust even more powerfully. With each thrust of his large penis, my juices splattered, making rhythmic slapping sounds. For some reason, after all the torment my brother had inflicted on me, I was now even more excited. I couldn't control my moans as he fucked me, experiencing one orgasm after another, my cries echoing repeatedly. Eventually, my brother covered my mouth while fucking me, whispering, "You little slut, keep it down, you're so lewd, my little bitch." I don't remember how long he fucked me, or how many times I orgasmed. Finally, a torrent of thick semen shot into the depths of my cunt, making my vagina tremble and contract in waves. I hugged my brother tightly, crying out, "Brother, husband, it feels so good! I'm going to die, I'm going to fly, so good, ah~ ah~ ah~ ah, oh~ ahhh!!" My brother and I reached our climax together… My brother lay motionless on top of me; it seemed he had really exerted himself, and he was tired. I hugged my brother, wishing time could stand still. It was such a warm, happy moment. I belonged to my brother, and he belonged to Xiaomeng. How wonderful it was. Then I heard the phone call end. I realized I'd been on the phone with G the whole time, and he'd only just hung up. G didn't call back. I think he understood I was no longer his woman. My heart belonged to someone else. He only had my body temporarily; my thoughts and soul didn't belong to him. Would he call me lewd and shameless? Would he hate me for being heartless and cruel? I didn't know, and I didn't want to know. From then on, G never contacted me again. Perhaps I went too far and hurt him, but it was all his fault. What woman wants to show her lewd, promiscuous, and fickle image to another man, especially her former lover? But I didn't regret it at all. Because of this, I completely ended my relationship with G and won back my brother. Any price was worth it. My brother looked very tired. He looked at me, didn't say anything, and just told me he needed to rest. After saying that, I turned over and fell asleep. I went to the bathroom to wash up quickly, went back to bed, and lay there, thinking about what had just happened. I felt much more relaxed. I thought that regardless of whether my brother forgave me or not, this time I had expressed my feelings to him and completely told G that what he did was just wishful thinking on his part. My heart and body belong to my beloved brother. I felt a sense of relief. After my body and mind relaxed, fatigue washed over me, and I quickly fell asleep. I was half asleep when my brother woke me up. It seems that I had been tormented by my brother quite a bit this time. In the past, when we made love, my brother would always be sound asleep, and I couldn't help but wake him up by touching him. This time, it was the other way around. It was already past ten o'clock at night, and my brother asked me if I was hungry. I did feel a little hungry. Actually, I hadn't eaten properly all day. I hadn't eaten much at lunch because my lips were a little sore. The hotel restaurant was not open during its usual hours, so we went to the snack shop we had visited in the afternoon. Surprisingly, it was still open, and several tables were occupied. It was even more lively than in the afternoon. It seems that the nightlife in big cities is quite different. We ordered four dishes and a soup, all large platters, a very generous spread, and a bottle of beer each. We clinked glasses repeatedly, finishing two bottles of beer in no time. Seeing my high spirits, my brother ordered two more bottles, but this time he only drank one; I drank the rest. What could I do? I can hold my liquor better than him, and I was happy too. Back at the hotel, it was already past midnight. We were both exhausted, both physically and mentally, and with all the beer, we were feeling sleepy. My brother said my vagina was injured, and that the dildo had made it less tight than before, so he'd let me rest and recover. I did feel some discomfort in my vagina from my brother's actions, and although I didn't want to waste the night, I didn't insist. After showering, we went to sleep. While sleeping, I pressed myself tightly against my brother's body, and he didn't refuse me this time. When I woke up, it was almost dawn the next morning. In my sleep, I had my arms around my brother's waist; he was sleeping soundly. I thought about the hurt I had caused him, and his attitude towards me, my heart filled with mixed emotions. I gently stroked my brother's body. He was quite thin, with a smooth abdomen, without any of the bulkiness typical of middle-aged men. As I stroked, my hand unconsciously slid down to his genitals, my fingertips lightly tracing the head of his penis, gently pressing with my fingertips. Soon, his large penis reacted, becoming hard and erect. But my brother still had his back to me, not turning around. Touching my brother, my little pussy was already overflowing with lustful fluid. At this moment, I felt my hand becoming slippery as well; it turned out that my brother's large penis was also starting to leak fluid. I suddenly longed for the taste of my brother's love juice. I smeared a lot of sticky, slippery love juice on the head of his penis with my fingertips, gently put my fingers into my mouth, and sucked on them with relish. The familiar, sweet taste was so good. I loved it so much, my big-penis brother, I love you! I couldn't help but make a smacking sound as I sucked on my fingers. Suddenly, my brother turned around and pinned me down. His breathing was rapid as he said, "You slutty, shameless little slut, you're so desperate for a man, you little bitch, itching again?" With that, his hard cock plunged into my cunt and began thrusting violently. My lower body had been ravenously thirsty for days, as my brother hadn't properly fucked me. I couldn't help but moan loudly. My brother had been in a bad mood and had been suppressing his feelings for a long time. After last night, he seemed to be in a slightly better mood, and his libido had returned. My brother knelt on the bed, hoisting one of my legs onto his shoulder at a ninety-degree angle, allowing for deeper penetration. His big cock thrust in and out rapidly and forcefully. With each thrust, I felt it hitting my cervix, which caused a slight pain, but this didn't diminish my pleasure. I cried out excitedly, "Brother, brother, fuck me to death, fuck me to death! Ah, I'm your little bitch, your little sex slave, your big cock is thrusting in hard, I want an orgasm, brother, I want an orgasm! Ah~ ahhh!" My little cunt trembled and contracted again and again, and was fucked by my brother's big cock until I had an orgasm many times! My brother humiliated me while fucking me, but I knew that my brother had begun to slowly accept Xiaomeng again. This time, my brother and I did it for a long, long time. My brother was like a tireless warrior, getting stronger and stronger with each battle. Finally, my brother's orgasm, which made my heart flutter, came. My brother's thrusts became faster and faster, and the penetration became deeper and deeper. My big cock felt like it was about to explode. Suddenly, my brother let out a low roar, tensed his body, and my little cunt felt my big cock tremble. Warm and powerful liquid spurted out, all of it pouring onto my flower core. Ah! It felt so good, so unforgettable, so ecstatic. In that instant, I felt my soul fly to the sky. I will never forget that wonderful feeling for a lifetime, two lifetimes, three lifetimes! After my climax, my body felt weak, and I lay on the bed with my eyes closed, savoring the passionate moment. Suddenly, my brother nudged me. I opened my eyes and saw him standing on the floor below the bed, his large penis unwashed, with traces of semen still dripping from the glans. My brother said to me, "Baby, I want you to do something now. I like it. I don't know if you'll agree, but I won't force you. You can think about it yourself." Hearing my brother's words, I quickly nodded in agreement, because my brother was finally willing to let me do what he liked. I always liked doing things for my brother and didn't want to go against his wishes, so I nodded repeatedly. My brother looked at me and said, "Baby, I know my request is a bit excessive, but I like it. Baby, I want you to drink my urine!" Hearing my brother's words really shocked me. This request was so unacceptable to me; just thinking about it made me feel disgusted. My brother was constantly pushing my limits. I shook my head repeatedly. Seeing my reaction, my brother became somewhat displeased. He said in a low voice, "Are you trying to back out and not want to fulfill my wish? You're my woman. I want you to do that for me, is that not allowed? If not, I won't force you, but I feel very uncomfortable. I really want you to fulfill my wish." Hearing this, I knew he was unhappy. Looking at his somewhat disappointed face, I lowered my head, feeling a little guilty and wronged, and agreed to my brother's request. Seeing that I agreed, my brother stood up, and I followed him to the bathroom. I knelt naked in front of my brother, slightly…I raised my head; my brother's large penis hadn't softened. I saw milky white semen still flowing from the glans. Seeing this, I couldn't resist greedily taking his glans into my mouth again, lovingly licking away every last drop of semen. While I felt immense guilt towards my brother, I was also willing to serve him, to let him experience a unique kind of pleasure. It was what his beloved woman should do. I wanted my man to experience the most pleasurable pleasure in the world; I wanted my brother to be the most sexually fulfilled man in the world. If this could be considered compensation for the hurt I caused him, then I was willing to do it wholeheartedly. My brother closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation, his large penis trembling under my licking. My brother enjoyed himself for a while, then gently pushed my body away a little, pulling his large penis out of my reluctant little mouth. He then ordered me to open my mouth and said, "Baby, baby, I'm going to pee in your mouth in a bit. Open your mouth, don't spit it out, drink it, understand?" I was still a little hesitant, but hearing my brother's unquestionable tone, I didn't resist and obediently opened my mouth. Seeing me like this, my brother took his large penis in his hand, brought it close to my little mouth, and after holding back for a while, a powerful liquid shot out from the glans, streams of pale yellow, fishy-smelling urine poured into my little mouth. It turned out that urine was salty and astringent, and the fishy smell made me feel nauseous. I held it in my mouth, and as more and more urine came in, the unpleasant smell made me want to vomit. But my brother shouted, "Drink it down, baby, listen to me, hurry up, don't spit it out, drink it!" Hearing his forceful tone, I had no choice but to close my eyes in grievance, then tilt my head back and swallow the urine gulp after gulp. This time, the urine wasn't shooting as forcefully as before, splashing onto my hair, cheeks, chest, and breasts. Seeing my brother's blissful expression, tears welled up in my eyes. Bad brother, you've made me so despicable, always destroying my self-esteem. Although the punishment was excessive, I couldn't hate my brother at all, because I knew he was also suffering inside. Later, I heard from my brother that what he made me do wasn't a real punishment. He had kept this wish buried in his heart, always wanting to fulfill it, but he was still worried I wouldn't be able to accept it. He brought it up this time while I was being punished, when I felt guilty, so I didn't dare to resist. My dear brother, he doesn't know that whatever his wish is, no matter the circumstances, I will eventually fulfill it. It's just that I might be a little shy and hesitant. Actually, normally it's just a different kind of flirting between us, but saying it in that situation felt a bit heavy. I even complained to him about why he brought up something so fun in that situation, losing so much of the romance! But that didn't stop us from doing it. My brother and I were both enjoying ourselves. Speaking of which, I want to reiterate that every couple has their own way of expressing love. Our way of expressing love might seem unacceptable to outsiders, but for us, it's just our way of expressing ourselves. My brother doesn't look down on me because of it, and I don't think he doesn't love me. We know that our deep trust and love for each other is what brought us to this point. So, please don't criticize us; understanding is key! I've gotten a bit off-topic, haha. Whenever I talk about the blissful lovemaking between my brother and me, I can go on and on. Getting back to the point, my brother seemed very happy to see me drink his urine. After I rinsed my mouth, he pulled me to the shower, turned on the showerhead, and started washing me. My hair and body were soaked with his urine, especially on my breasts; one nipple stung from the urine, as the wound there hadn't fully healed. I didn't dare look up at him. He hadn't said a word the whole time. As he washed me, he suddenly hugged me tightly, as if afraid I'd run away. At that moment, I cried in his arms—tears of happiness. After resting for a while, my brother and I went downstairs and had a simple breakfast at the hotel's buffet restaurant. He offered to walk around with me, but I refused, wanting to stay quietly by his side and not waste time on the road. Back in the room, we lay on the bed again. I pulled on his arm and snuggled against him, and this time he didn't pull away. I said to my brother, "Please forgive me, brother. I know I was wrong. I'll never hurt you again. Please give me another chance. Don't leave me. Let's see how I behave in the future. I love you." My brother gently patted my hand without saying anything. Seeing that he seemed hesitant, I boldly said, "Brother, just say what you want to say. I don't want you to keep anything bothering you." Even though I said that, I was still a little guilty and scared. Although I felt that my brother's attitude towards me had obviously improved, he hadn't actually said he forgave me. My brother's expression was a little strange. He paused and said, "Baby, I want to ask you a question. You have to answer honestly. I won't be angry no matter what you say, but I want to hear the truth." I nodded seriously and said, "Brother, just ask. I'll definitely tell the truth." "When you two... when you do that, do you feel good? I mean physically, the feeling. Do you feel good?" My face turned red instantly. I didn't expect my brother to ask this. I shyly hummed in agreement and whispered, "It felt good." But then I quickly added, "The first time was good, but the second time, I didn't feel good at all." I was telling the truth. The second time, I felt really wronged. I didn't want it to happen at all; I just wanted him to finish quickly and leave me. I didn't even feel any physical pleasure. My brother seemed quite satisfied with my answer. He then asked, "Baby, tell your brother, which is bigger, thicker, and more comfortable between his big penis and yours? Tell the truth, don't try to please me." I was really annoyed. Do all men in the world like to ask this question? G asked me the same question before, of course, it was about my ex-husband. I wonder if this is just male vanity. However, my brother told me to tell the truth, so I decided to: "You two, oh, and my ex-husband, are a little different. My ex-husband's is the thickest, G's is the longest, and yours is longer than my ex-husband's and thicker than G's, and my brother's glans is the biggest. As for comfort, of course my brother's is the most comfortable, I'm telling the truth." Although it was the truth, I still wanted to flatter my brother. I wouldn't be stupid enough to say that my brother's was shorter than G's and thinner than my ex-husband's, even though the meaning was similar, the feeling was different. To be honest, G's penis was indeed very long, otherwise it wouldn't have pushed my IUD off that year. Of course, the doctor also said something about my uterus being anteverted, with the cervix positioned further forward, but I didn't quite understand. My brother laughed and pinched my nose, saying, "Little slut, you're quite good at talking. I have another question to ask?" "Go ahead and ask, why is your big man so hesitant to ask a question? Just ask whatever you want, I promise I'll answer everything I know, and I'll tell you the truth." Because our communication was going well, I started to speak more boldly and relaxedly. "Okay, good. The book says that many women fantasize about being fucked, that is, they hope to be fucked. It seems like it's a rare and peculiar feeling. Why do you say that being fucked isn't comfortable at all? Haven't you ever fantasized about being fucked?" "To be honest, I used to imagine what it would feel like to be fucked by a man. And thinking about it would even make me excited and orgasm. I've even fantasized about being gang-raped by many men! Don't laugh at me, you silly brother! But these are all fantasies, they haven't happened. Once it actually happens..." When it happens to you, the feeling is completely different. Especially with G, I wasn't afraid, and I knew he wouldn't hurt me physically, but he didn't respect my wishes at all. I only felt disgusted, not comfortable at all. Really, now the happy times we had together are becoming increasingly blurry in my memory, but the humiliation he caused me that night is etched into my very soul. Brother, do you believe me when I say this?" "Of course I believe you," my brother continued, "Baby, the way I treated you before..." "Do you hate me? Do you think I'm too cruel?" I shook my head and said, "Brother, I have no complaints about how you treat me, because I'm the one who wronged you. I'll do anything as long as you want me." "And today I let you keep your phone on, which definitely offended G completely. Will you blame me for going too far? After all, you said that the first time wasn't with a man, you felt very comfortable, but you won't have that feeling again." "You stinky brother, you still don't believe me. No one feels as comfortable as when I'm with you. Besides, even if it were more comfortable, I wouldn't do anything with him. I wish he would give up completely. These days, he's been bothering me so much. I should thank you for helping me get rid of G's harassment. Even if I have the chance to have sex again, I won't give it to him. I won't do anything to betray you again." "Okay, since you say so, then I have one last request. I want to rape you like G did. Haven't you fantasized about being raped by a man?""J? Because of me, I've taken away your chance to be 'qj'ed. Consider it compensation, to satisfy your fantasy. It's also a way of satisfying me, because I've also fantasized about 'qj'ing women. I still want to get my money's worth. I've never 'qj'ed my woman, and he 'qj'ed her first. It's such a loss. Don't you think so? Do you agree or not?" I was stunned because I didn't expect my brother to make such an awkward request. I felt very embarrassed because this was my scar, and also the source of my brother's dilemma. Now he wanted to repeat it, and I really didn't know how to face it. But that wasn't the key point. The key point was that my brother wanted to have sex with me, and I couldn't wait to find the feeling of being 'qj'ed. Seeing me standing there stunned, my brother said, "If you don't want to, forget it. I won't ask anymore." But I could hear the dissatisfaction in my brother's words. I thought that since I had put in so much effort before, I couldn't let it all go to waste this time. My brother's request was a decree, and I had to try my best to satisfy him. I quickly explained, "It's not that you don't want to satisfy your brother. The problem is that you and your brother just can't find that 'qj' feeling."
My brother was somewhat happy to see that I had agreed to his request. He said, "It's not that you can't find the feeling of masturbation. I'm a masturbator, so I won't be gentle; I'll be quite rough. You need to be mentally prepared. We'll also reenact the scenes when he masturbated you, which should help you find that feeling." After saying that, my brother told me to get up and put on my masturbation clothes. He dressed, opened the door, and left. I stood there, stunned, because I couldn't imagine what it would be like to be masturbated by my brother. While I was still in a daze, there was a knock on the door. I opened the door, and my brother walked in expressionlessly. Suddenly, he quickly closed the door, grabbed my arm, and threw me onto the sofa next to him. I fell onto the sofa. Before I could react, my brother started right away. My brother rushed over and straddled me, viciously tearing at my nightgown. I instinctively tried to avoid him. My nightgown had already been torn by him when we first met, revealing half of my snow-white breast. My brother held me down with one hand and roughly kneaded my breasts with the other. While doing this, he said, "Xiaomeng, I miss you, I want you, I want to fuck you, you're mine. Don't you miss me? Why have you been so cold to me these past few days?" These familiar words were what G had said to me before. I told my brother about them, and I never expected him to say them verbatim. When G said those words to me then, I felt no emotion, only helplessness and disgust. But hearing them from my brother today felt incredibly good. For a moment, I forgot this was rape and blurted out, "Yes, I miss you, I want it." As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized my mistake. Oh no, my brother is G now. My brother paused, and seeing my shy and embarrassed expression, a slight smile appeared on his lips, but he quickly straightened his face. I breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, my brother wasn't angry. Then, my brother unbuckled his belt, revealing his bare genitals. Seeing his large penis, I felt incredibly excited; my crotch was already soaking wet. Taking advantage of my brother's loosening of his belt, I jumped up from the sofa and ran towards the bed. Actually, I wanted him to have sex with me on the bed. Seeing me run away, my brother quickly stripped off his clothes and pounced on me, pressing his body tightly against mine. I pushed him away forcefully with one hand while tightly protecting my vulva with the other, pretending to be angry, and said, "Let me go, I don't want this, I don't like you doing this." Seeing this, my brother became even more excited. He grabbed my hands, raised them above my head, and pressed them firmly onto the bed. Then he used his knee to pry open my legs. My brother's large penis was already rock hard, rubbing against the entrance of my vagina. He deliberately spoke in a vicious tone, "You slut, do you have another man? Have you forgotten your old flame for a new one? You're such a promiscuous, worthless woman! Since you like being fucked by men so much, I'll let you enjoy yourself today!" My brother's words reminded me of G's vicious words back then, and I was instantly agitated. I said angrily, "You're shameless, you're vulgar, you've insulted me. Let me go! I already have someone I like! I like you, brother! I'll only be your woman!" As I spoke, I struggled and twisted. Of course, I wasn't so angry as to forget the current situation. While acting, I also wanted to slightly satisfy my brother's vanity and please him. My brother was, of course, very satisfied with my cooperation. Because he had to hold my hands down with both of his, he couldn't hold his big cock, so his hard cock kept dangling at the entrance of my vagina without actually penetrating. I pretended to resist by twisting my body, but actually I was cooperating with my brother. I felt his big cock was right at my vaginal opening, and I thrust my hips upwards. His big cock plunged deep into my wet, slippery pussy with a "plop." Suddenly, I remembered a dirty joke my brother had told me. It was about a man who came home and saw someone trying to rape his wife. The wife was struggling, so the man grabbed a shovel and hit the rapist hard, which helped the rapist penetrate me smoothly. Now, I looked like I was resisting my brother's penetration, but in fact, I was helping him complete the act. My brother couldn't get in, which made me so anxious and itchy. The instant entry of his big cock made me excitedly shout, "Ah! No, don't do this! You can't!" Although I shouted that, my pussy didn't lie. It was already overflowing with juices, and the insertion of my brother's big cock made my pussy feel much fuller. I weakly pushed against my brother's body, but my buttocks repeatedly thrust upwards to meet the impact of his large penis. My cries and resistance excited him even more. He said as he thrust, "Xiaomeng, why do you always avoid me? Do you think I'll eat you? Doesn't my big penis feel good inside you? Isn't it better than your brother's? Tonight I'm going to fuck you to my heart's content!" He said, kneading my nipples. I twisted my body and panted, "Only brother can make me feel good, only brother's big penis can make me feel good. No one else can make me feel good like brother. I only like brother to fuck me. Let me go, I don't like anyone else fucking me!" I twisted my body even more forcefully to resist my brother's attack, and my twisting aroused him even more. My lower body was already soaking wet, and I could feel a lot of lustful fluid flowing down my anus. The large penis made a gurgling sound as it thrust in and out, and my little cunt contracted in waves, tightly gripping my brother's large penis. "You filthy bitch, you rotten cunt, you're dripping so much juice and you still say you don't like it, you're such a slut, getting this excited just from being fucked by a man. You wanton slut, your little cunt is still biting me. Tell me, do you like me fucking you? Do you like men fucking you? Tell me now!" I couldn't control that pleasurable feeling anymore. I shouted, "I like it, I like it, I like men fucking me, your big cock feels so good, I love being fucked by your big cock, fuck me to death, fuck me every day, I want to be fucked by a man!" As I spoke, I thrust my ass upwards, trying to make my brother's big cock deeply embedded in my little cunt. My brother no longer needed to hold my hands down; his hands were enthusiastically playing with my breasts, my nipples were aroused and stood erect. My brother couldn't resist lowering his head and sucking on my nipple. It felt so good! I cried out, "No, no!" but my hands involuntarily pressed my brother's head against my chest. My brother was much taller than me, and when he lowered his head to suck on my nipple, he couldn't penetrate my little pussy anymore. His big cock slipped out of my pussy. Even though it was out, my brother still pressed heavily on me, rubbing his hairy belly against my wet vulva. The sudden emptiness inside my vagina made me anxious. I used my waist to push my hips up, but it still wasn't enough. I trembled and wrapped my legs around my brother's waist, squeezing them tightly, twisting and arching my anus, but it still didn't feel as good as having it inside. I cried out anxiously, "Put it in, put your big cock in. Hurry up and fuck me with your big cock, I'm a slutty woman, I can't take it anymore, fuck me now, please fuck me with your big cock! Ah!"
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my nipple. My brother had bitten it again, as it was already injured. He pushed me away, saying hatefully, "You little slut, you're so horny. You said you didn't like men fucking you, but I bet you can't live without men. Look at your wanton appearance, what man wouldn't want to fuck you? No wonder he wants to fuck you." My face flushed instantly. Honestly, as soon as my brother's big cock went in, I forgot everything. Now it's fucking, and I feel like I've become the one doing the fucking. My brother is really something. How could I really treat this as fucking? It's just a game. When I feel good, I can't tell the difference. I'm lucky I can still remember the lines without giving myself away. But I believe my brother isn't really angry. He just wants to humiliate me and satisfy his perverted desires. And I have to continue to cooperate with my brother. Not only do I have to cooperate, but I also have to come up with new ways to surprise him. I want to try my best to win back my brother's favor. Thinking of this, I suddenly pushed my brother away, got out of bed, and ran to the bathroom. My brother got up and chased after me. There was a bathtub in the bathroom, so I ran into the corner of the tub, turned on the shower, aimed it at my brother, and sprayed water at him while saying "no," not letting him come near me. It was clear that my little trick pleased my brother. He got into the tub as well, saying, "Well, you're resisting! Let's see where you can run to today. I'll teach you a lesson!" He then pushed me down onto the wide marble countertop at one end of the tub, grabbed one of my thighs, and lifted it up forcefully, hoisting it onto his shoulder. My brother's big penis probed my soaking wet vaginal opening a couple of times before thrusting in. The battle of climax and penetration resumed. After a hundred or so thrusts, I felt uncomfortable sitting on the hard countertop. I yelled, "You big bad guy, you filthy scoundrel, you're hurting me! Let me go!" My brother probably sensed my discomfort, and since he himself was also feeling awkward in that position, he made me get up, turn around, and brace myself on the edge of the bathtub, my buttocks sticking up high. My brother then grabbed his big cock and started fucking me from behind, turning the shower on full blast. He positioned the showerhead directly over my buttocks, the hot water hitting the area where we were joined. I could feel a surge of heat entering my vagina with every thrust. My little cunt became even wetter. The splashing sounds in the bathroom were so loud! If anyone else heard, they would definitely wonder who was doing this and making such a racket! The hot water quickly soaked both of us, and the slippery feeling of our bodies pressed together was a unique kind of stimulation. I screamed, panting, as wave after wave of orgasms came over me. My brother noticed the change in me. My eyes were glazed over, and I was moaning softly. While he was fucking me, he said irritably, "You're such a slutty little bitch, you can't live without a man! I'll fuck you to death!" He was about to continue when, unfortunately, his phone rang. He continued fucking me a few more times, but the phone kept ringing. He cursed and got up to answer it. I was just about to have another climax when the sudden interruption made my pussy unbearably itchy. I got up and went back to the bedroom. I saw my brother sitting on the sofa, talking on the phone. I went over and straddled his lap. He didn't expect me to be so bold. He tried to push me away, but my little pussy found his big cock perfectly, and my plump white ass landed on it. My brother couldn't help but gasp, but thankfully, no one on the other end of the line noticed. He patted my ass lightly, signaling me to be quiet. I continued moving slowly up and down, occasionally bringing my snow-white breasts close to my brother's face, sliding them near his lips, gently teasing him. His breathing became a little rapid. After saying a few words, he quickly hung up the phone, looking at me with a mixture of anger and amusement. "You little bitch, are you kidding me? Who's fucking whom?" Hearing my brother's words, I smiled shyly, but I didn't care anymore. My little cunt really wanted my brother's big cock so badly, so I simply let go and started moving up and down quickly. While moving, he said, "I don't care, qj is still so slow, hurry up, I want it, such a comfortable big cock, qj only satisfied after so many times, fuck me hard, I want it! Hurry up, my man is coming back." At this point, we were completely playing a flirting game, slowly emerging from the initial shadow. My brother held my waist with both hands, controlling the frequency of my little pussy's movements, his mouth teasing my two little grapes, and I was aroused to moan one after another. My brother liked me sitting on top like this the most, because this way he could see my whole body clearly, and most importantly, he could see my lewd expression. He had said before that baby's expression during sex was the most beautiful, and he liked it so much. Baby truly loves sex, doing it wholeheartedly, that kind of ecstatic expression, the ecstatic expression during orgasm made my brother feel a great sense of accomplishment, it was a very happy thing to make the woman he loved so comfortable. On the sofa, my brother and I kissed, kissing while making love, kissing for a long, long time. This used to be my opening line when my brother and I met. All my longing and words were transformed into a long, lingering kiss, a kiss that intoxicated our hearts. We expressed our love with our lips, warm and blissful. This time, I came to confess to my brother, and he was angry, so naturally he wouldn't kiss me. After these two days of communication, I felt that my brother was slowly accepting Xiaomeng again. I'm so happy that my brother hasn't left me. I must cherish our relationship. Through this experience, I've also come to understand my brother's true feelings even more; he loves me very much. This time, the "kissing" ended with my brother's unusually intense barrage. My brother joked that he failed miserably this time. I asked why. He said, firstly, it proved that I like being kissed by men, which made him very uneasy; secondly, in the end, I ended up being kissed by him, which made him lose face. I chuckled, because Xiaomeng was practically begging to be "raped" by her brother. She really wished his big cock would stay inside her and never come out—after all, he was Xiaomeng's favorite man. If he didn't fuck her, she'd actually want to fuck him instead! That night, we took the train back. But when we parted, my domineering brother still didn't let her go. He left deep, purplish-red hickeys on my neck, breasts, and inner thighs—basically, all the sensitive spots a man could touch. The more I tried to avoid him, the harder he kissed me. Looking at all those little hickeys, I was incredibly embarrassed, because I had to face my colleagues and students when I got back. But my brother said somewhat smugly, "I just want everyone to see that you don't lack men. Let those men who have designs on my woman stay away!" Seeing my brother like this, I didn't blame him for being petty. Instead, I felt incredibly sweet and happy. Maybe all women are like this with the men they deeply love; no matter how domineering he is, it's all right. I love my brother. As long as he forgives me, I'll be overjoyed. I love pleasing my brother. However, the price of pleasing my brother was that, first, my close friends and teachers found out, and then almost the entire school knew that Xiaomeng had a man, and a very muscular one at that. In just two or three days, Xiaomeng's body was covered in hickeys and marks. I have very sensitive skin, and the hickeys my brother left took three or four days to completely disappear. Another issue was that everyone noticed my walking posture was abnormal those days. Yuanyuan joked that I had exercised too vigorously and couldn't close my legs, but it was because of a problem with my IUD. I went to the hospital for a checkup and had it removed after my next period. The doctor said my vaginal condition wasn't suitable for IUD contraception, and I haven't had one since. This meeting with my brother was a rollercoaster of emotions, and my body was tormented by him, experiencing both pain and pleasure. I deeply understand how much my "infidelity" hurt my brother, and I hope that through my sincere repentance, he will give me another chance. I truly love my brother and don't want to leave him. My brother's initial silence and cold remarks left me bewildered and unable to understand his inner thoughts. Later, as he vented his anger while punishing me, he also saw my sincerity and determination to repent, and our moods gradually improved. Finally, we completed a comfortable sexual encounter together, and our relationship returned to a natural state, with virtually no resentment. I no longer needed to be cautious in front of him, nor did I mind his occasional sarcastic remarks. Even now, my brother occasionally brings up my infidelity, but his purpose is no longer to reprimand me; it's to lay the groundwork for his future manipulation of me. And every time I hear him mention my past infidelity, every time he says he'll punish me, I become completely excited. It's not fear, not shame, but excitement, thrill, and anticipation! Because I know that my blissful time is coming, that my value lies in being played with by my brother, in being punished by him—otherwise, what fun would I have? Brother, brother, come and play with me, come and punish me! I'm fantasizing about being fucked by a man again, my thoughts are wandering again, hehe, that man is you, brother. You naughty brother, if you don't come and play with me soon, I'll...Bao is really going to cheat! Lots of big-dicked brothers and sisters here want to lick Bao! Right, brothers? Don't you want to lick Bao? Especially those who put their heart and soul into it, Bao might just lick it! [To be continued] wj522 Gold Coins +15 Thanks for sharing, the forum is more exciting with you!

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