I slept with my pregnant junior sister.

I slept with my pregnant junior colleague

. (Pretty Girl Killer
, 14792 words)

One day after work, as soon as I walked in the door, my wife rushed over, hugged me excitedly, and said, "I got the spot to go to America this time!"

I pretended to be excited too, and took her to a restaurant to celebrate. That night, we inevitably celebrated again in bed.
My wife was very excited, so she quickly got into character, reached her peak, and snuggled into my arms, falling fast asleep. I, on the other hand, didn't feel tired as usual, and kept my eyes open

, lost in thought. Actually, I didn't want her to go to America, but there was nothing I could do; it was her long-cherished wish, and I couldn't stop her. Her company has a few spots for going abroad every year. America is the top choice, and everyone fights tooth and nail for it; Britain is also good, Australia is acceptable, and other smaller countries are desperately declined, because going to those countries is considered going abroad, and you won't get a chance next time. Only those who might not get a spot for seven or eight years will step forward to rescue everyone else, since it's considered going abroad.

Actually, the place in the US wasn't great; it was a small town in the central mountains, roughly equivalent to a county town in southern China. Everyone who came back complained. After a year abroad, they only received a few hundred dollars a month for food, all their domestic benefits were canceled, resulting in a difference of seventy or eighty thousand yuan. They didn't get any degree, not even a "prestigious" academic achievement. And now, less than a year after 9/11, there's anthrax, which is terrifying. Even so, it couldn't dampen people's enthusiasm for America.

The paperwork for going abroad was processed quickly, except for the visa. Because the US was under terrorist threat, visas were extremely difficult to obtain. Out of 600 people a day, only twenty or thirty would get a visa. Even so,
there were always crowds outside the embassy. My wife was rejected twice, but she persevered, contacting the US repeatedly, going back and forth, which even annoyed me.

But this time, I truly experienced the difficulty of getting a US visa. Those with good English are denied visas; if their English is so good, they wouldn't need to study in the US. Those with poor English are denied visas; with such poor English, they obviously can't do anything in the US and are suspected of having immigration intentions. Children visiting parents are denied visas; parents visiting children are denied visas. Even the most important thing in the US—marital reunions— is denied; some couples separated for 4 or 5 years just want to reunite for a month or two, yet they are still denied
visas. The most ridiculous case is that a large state-owned company from another region needed to purchase equipment for technological upgrades, worth tens of millions of US dollars. They had shortlisted one company each in the US, Germany, and Japan, and needed to conduct due diligence before making a final decision. They knew that US visas were difficult to obtain, so they not only provided invitation letters from the companies but also letters personally signed by the CEOs, pleading with the embassy to be lenient, emphasizing how important these people were to the US economy.

Because the other party was a world-class company, and the purchase amount was tens of millions of US dollars, the people from the domestic company thought they had it all figured out, so they scheduled an interview date, booked a flight for the next day, and had already issued tickets. The US embassy visa officers were incredibly lenient: 3 out of 8 people got visas—a nearly 40% success rate,
eight times higher than the average.

The problem was that the company's vice president—the decision-maker—the chief engineer—the technical director, and a translator—not just any translator, but a company-trained, industry-specific technical translator, certainly not a typical English translator—didn't get visas. The three who did get visas were a section chief from the State Planning Commission, a section chief from an industry ministry, and a department head—none of them were useful.

Nobody understood the visa officer's criteria. The vice president, though never having been to the US, had traveled extensively, visiting dozens of countries in Europe, Asia, and Africa, and held an official passport; the translator had been to the US and was still refused a visa; the department head had never been abroad and was still granted a visa. What was the visa officer thinking? With no other option, the tickets were cancelled, and the visit was urgently cancelled by the US side. In the end, both the Chinese and Americans were angry. Did this just benefit the Japanese and Germans?

Under such difficult conditions, my wife finally got her visa on her third try. With only a few days left before the start of the semester, the next steps were course selection, registration, applying for dorms, a shopping spree, and packing. After being married for so many years, a year apart inevitably leads to longing and intimacy, which is only natural.

However, with increased quantity comes decreased quality, sometimes becoming merely a formality. But I felt I should make up for some of the hundred-plus nights we'd spent apart, so I was exhausted every day. Fortunately, my wife's period was coming soon, and she was in high spirits, so there were still a few memorable moments.

The day before boarding, we spent the whole day playing with our son, and in the evening, as usual, we had a farewell ceremony, but I was already exhausted. After much caressing, she was still dry. I finally managed to get an erection, but seeing this, I couldn't help but feel dejected. My wife touched my little one, and I stroked her dry lips, sighing, "Looks like we'll have to do it tomorrow morning. Let's get up early tomorrow."

I set the alarm half an hour earlier.

The next morning, I was half-asleep when the alarm clock woke me up, and I quickly turned it off. I was already wide awake, and as usual, my penis was hard even without any stimulation.

I reached under my wife's buttocks, but it was still dry. There should have been some discharge by now. My wife grumbled, "I barely slept last night. You can try from behind, I'm too tired."

I deflated. Trying to do it myself was worse than masturbating. Besides, how could I penetrate her if she was so dry?

I was exhausted too, so I held my wife's breasts and dozed off for a while. An hour passed, then I suddenly woke up, checked the time, and quickly woke my wife, saying, "Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!! We're late!"
My wife jumped up and went to the bathroom to get ready. I quickly woke my parents and children, and after a flurry of activity, the five of us finally arrived at the airport on time.

After seeing my parents and children off, I spent some more time with my wife before heading home. Returning to my cold and quiet home, I felt completely out of place. There was no children's laughter, no wife's tenderness; I was all alone. It no longer felt like home. Sometimes I'd wake up suddenly at night, only to find no one beside me.

I poured all my energy into work, arriving early in the morning and never bothering to go home at night. My contact with my wife was limited to emails and online chats on weekends, because of the ten-plus-hour time difference between China and the US, our days and nights were reversed. Sometimes I'd download pictures and movies to pass the time and release my pent-up emotions.
Once, some Singaporeans came to the company, and I took the opportunity to entertain them at a company-funded prostitute. While it wasn't my first time, I hadn't done it since getting married, always living a dutiful life. This time, however, I felt particularly unsatisfied. Listening to the prostitute's insincere moans, coupled with the tingling sensation, I still felt empty afterward. It lacked the satisfaction I felt after making love with my wife, especially the sense of conquest I felt the next day after she was completely infatuated. So I never went to a prostitute again; I relied on myself for everything.

Several girls at the company have been interested in me for a while, and hearing that I'm single now, they've been flirting with me even more. One of my secretaries even texted me late at night, from midnight to 3 a.m., which I couldn't resist, so I invited her to the pizza place. She thought I was interested in her, and her attitude was nothing like her usual respectful one; instead, she playfully scolded me. She even told me about how she was caught watching porn with a guy by her sister, and how she had a huge argument with her.

She ended by saying, "I didn't want to explain anything to my sister. I told her, 'Think what you want, I said it's nothing, do whatever you want! Actually, I really didn't do anything with him, do you believe me? Or...'"

After saying that, she pretended to be shy and lowered her head, a blush even appearing on her face.

Her flirting was too obvious, so I had to give her a long and earnest lecture and reject her. I said it was all for her own good, and she would understand later. She nodded amicably, and I walked her all the way to the subway station before going home.

I'm not a saint, but I have my principles. These girls are undeniably alluring, especially the thrill of deflowering a virgin—it's incredibly satisfying for a man. However, I'm a high-ranking executive in the company, and I absolutely won't gamble with my future. If I get involved in these things, it's bound to get out, and these days, who knows what girls are up to? It could very well lead to my downfall.

Like that self-proclaimed virgin—even if she is, her cunt has probably been touched by countless men. She's a virgin in name only, not some innocent girl. Those kinds of people are the most dangerous. Even if I don't find someone I'm compatible with, I'd rather find someone with whom I have no mutual desire, and then part ways amicably.

Days passed, and the weather quickly turned chilly; early winter arrived in the blink of an eye. The Tianjin branch was holding a client meeting, requiring a speech from head office leaders to show their commitment to the Tianjin clients. I readily agreed. Since I needed to inspect the work afterwards, I didn't want to use the branch's company car, so I brought my own.

The meeting went very well. After lunch, the driver and I went downstairs to get a full understanding of the situation. We only had one salesperson lead the way, and the rest of us were left to our own tasks. After visiting more than a dozen companies, I felt there was no need to go any further, so I sent the salesperson back and headed straight back to Beijing.

I had drunk a bit too much at lunch and felt a little dizzy, so I took out my PDA and read two English erotic novels—I always like to download English content, partly to practice my English, and partly to avoid any inappropriateness if others saw the Chinese content. As I read, I felt some liquid seeping out, a feeling of fullness and discomfort. I put away my PDA, rubbed my tired eyes, and, overcome with drowsiness, lay down on the back seat and fell asleep.

As I slept, I felt the car start and stop intermittently. I opened my eyes and saw that we had reached the end of the highway. It was the weekend, and there were many cars, so there was a long line of vehicles. It was almost six o'clock, and I still didn't know where my dinner was. I suddenly remembered that my junior classmate had bought a house nearby, so I called her. She was indeed home, so I told the driver to take me there.

She was two years younger than me, and we weren't even in the same department, just the same major. I was in my final year when she entered the university. She was a recent graduate who had directly entered, looking quite young and speaking softly. Because of our different personalities and the two-year age gap, our interactions were limited to department meetings and activities—just nodding acquaintances. What truly brought us closer was my wife.

When my wife (my then-girlfriend) came to visit, finding a place to stay was always a problem. The girls in my class were all rather strange; the few who were easy to get along with would either go home to their husbands or boyfriends on weekends. Fortunately, I enjoy helping others (my wife says I'm a natural womanizer and forbids me from being nice to girls), so I usually help them with things like fixing headphones, portable music players, lamps, electric kettles, and electric stoves, installing sockets, and running electrical wires. Therefore, I'm fairly popular, and no one refuses to stay in any room I knock on.

However, my wife only stayed a few times before she didn't want to stay anymore because the people there weren't very welcoming. When we went at night, they would just point out which bed to go to and then barely talk, mostly reading by themselves – it was quite boring. In the morning, they would just give a perfunctory greeting when we left. Actually, for them, that was already considered a courtesy.

One time, we came back from a movie late, and several rooms were dark. We were wandering around the hallway when we suddenly saw my junior colleague coming out of the bathroom. We asked her what was wrong, and she warmly said it was no problem. She was the only one in the room; everyone else was busy with other things and rarely stayed in the dorm on weekends.

The next day, when my wife saw me, she praised my junior colleague highly, saying she was understanding, gentle, and lovely, and even tried her best to introduce her to a boyfriend. I asked my wife what was so nice about her, and she said that her junior classmate had let her use her basin to wash, because girls are very sensitive about others using their things. The two of them talked until midnight, and the next morning, the junior classmate even got up early to prepare breakfast for her.

From then on, whenever my wife came to visit, she would stay at the junior classmate's place and never go anywhere else.

I also gradually became familiar with the junior classmate, and I even invited her to two gatherings. These gatherings were basically just men and women getting together, buying groceries, cooking, buying some drinks, and playing cards. But the junior classmate couldn't drink, couldn't sing, couldn't tell jokes, and couldn't play cards. At these gatherings, she would always sit forlornly in a corner, only feeling less lonely when my wife was around. I felt sorry for her. She seemed to enjoy these gatherings, but I was afraid of spoiling everyone's fun, so I rarely invited her.

A classmate of mine had a crush on her and begged me to talk to her, but since my wife wasn't familiar with that classmate, I had to do it myself. As soon as I finished speaking, my junior colleague flatly refused, which surprised me greatly, as she was always indecisive. I listed all the good points of that person, but she remained silent. Finally, I asked her, "What kind of person do you want?" After

hesitating for a while, she finally said, "At least someone like my senior."

From then on, I never mentioned this matter again, nor did I ever discuss it with my wife.

After graduation, my junior colleague stayed at the university, which was a good fit for her. She often came to our house while I was at work, chatting with my wife for half a day before returning to her dormitory just before I finished work. So, after graduation, I hardly saw her at all. Sometimes she would come in the morning, and at noon, the two of them would finish all the leftovers from the previous day, praising my cooking skills and saying my wife was lucky. She would then take a nap at my house until 4 or 5 pm.
Once, I went to visit a client, and since it wasn't far from home, I went straight home. That day, I don't know why, maybe I needed to pee, my crotch was bulging, and I really wanted to have sex. I got home, opened the door, and went straight to the toilet. Since it's just the two of us, we never close

the door when we pee. Because my penis was erect, I had to bend over to pee into the toilet. While I was peeing, I heard a shuffling sound. I thought it was my wife waking up, so I didn't look. When she was almost at the door, I said, "Wait a minute, almost done, look how hard it is."

But the figure quickly disappeared, which I found strange.

After I finished peeing, I went back to the bedroom and saw my wife lying on her side. I thought she was pretending to be asleep, so I took off my pants and shirt, reached into her nightgown, and grabbed her breast. My wife groggily opened her eyes: "Ah! What time is it? Why are you back so early? Did Junior Sister leave?"

That's when I realized that the person from earlier must have been Junior Sister. Because I get up early, I never make the bed, and my wife usually doesn't either; the bed is just spread out, so you can't tell anyone has been sleeping there.

My junior sister must have seen everything, because there's a nearly two-meter-long passageway outside our toilet. She must have walked to the door in a daze, heard me speak, saw my comical appearance, and also saw my erect penis.

I put my clothes back on and went to another room, where she was indeed. When she saw me, she blushed and lowered her head. I didn't say anything, just made a "please" gesture. She lowered her head and quickly rushed out of the room to the toilet. After using the toilet, she insisted on leaving despite our desperate attempts to persuade her to stay. Later, she still came to our house as usual, but I never saw her again.

Later, a boy pursued her relentlessly, and she couldn't resist, so she got married. My junior sister really had a tough time. After marriage, her husband was stationed in another city and rarely came home. Not long after the marriage, she became pregnant, but because they had sex after drinking, and she had taken medicine for a cold before getting pregnant, she consulted a doctor and my wife, and ultimately decided to have an abortion. After my wife gave birth, she brought a lot of things to visit, but after that, she rarely came. More than six months after her miscarriage, she's pregnant again, probably six or seven months along. Considering they've been married for over a year, they probably haven't enjoyed much intimacy.

Passing a pharmacy, I got out and bought two bottles of "Centrum" vitamins for my junior colleague; she'll need them sooner or later anyway. In my haste, this was the only thing I could afford, otherwise, it would be difficult to buy a gift for our first meeting.
The car quickly arrived at my junior colleague's apartment complex. The complex was rather desolate, with only a few amenities, but there was a large supermarket not far away. Setting up such a large supermarket in a newly developed area takes a certain amount of courage.

I saw my junior colleague standing at the entrance of the residential complex, heavily pregnant. I got out of the car, sent the driver back to the company, and went with her to her home. She had bought a spacious three-bedroom, two-living-room apartment. Her father had moved back home because he wasn't used to living there; he'd been sick a few days ago, and her mother had also gone back to take care of him for a couple of days. Her younger brother sometimes came over, but it was inconvenient for him because he lived in Qinghe.

We chatted for a while, and suddenly we heard the prelude to the evening news—it was already seven o'clock—so

I said, "Let's go, it's time to eat." My colleague said, "There's not much good food downstairs, only a hot pot restaurant that's okay."

I was shocked: "How can you still eat hot pot?"

My colleague asked, puzzled, "What's wrong with hot pot?"

I told her that pregnant women shouldn't eat hot pot, as it might affect the fetus. I said, "Forget it, let's just buy some groceries and cook ourselves."

My junior colleague said, "We don't have much food at home, where are we going to buy it so late? Besides, what time will it take to cook?"
I confidently said, "I promise you'll have dinner before 7:45."

I went to the kitchen and only found two tomatoes and two potatoes. I told my junior colleague, "You move around a bit, boil some water, wash the tomatoes, chop them into small pieces, peel a scallion, and start cooking the rice. Wait for me."
I asked for the bicycle keys, inquired about the bike, went downstairs, and rode straight to the supermarket. The supermarket was indeed quite large, with everything imaginable. It was close to closing time, so there were discounted items everywhere. I picked out a piece of braised beef, grabbed a bag of bean sprouts, a box of ginger, and some peanuts that looked good, so I took a bag of those too. There were only two Wuchang fish left, so I took one at a 30% discount, and also grabbed a bunch of wood ear fungus and a bunch of wormwood stalks.

When I got back, my junior colleague had already started cooking the rice and boiled the water. I washed the peanuts and gently roasted them in a wok. I prepared the Wuchang fish, and by then the rice was ready. I steamed the fish and then washed the vegetables. The peanuts were almost cooked, so I added a little oil, tossed them a few times , and took them out of the wok. Then I stir-fried the tomatoes, added water, and poured it into a soup pot. By then the rice was cooked, so

I stir-fried some chrysanthemum greens. My junior colleague watched me work methodically, occasionally helping out. Before long, a plate of fried peanuts, braised beef, cold bean sprouts, stir-fried chrysanthemum greens, tomato and wood ear mushroom soup, and steamed Wuchang fish were on the table. I checked my watch; it was 7:45. My junior colleague said sincerely, "You're amazing! I couldn't finish this in two hours."

I said proudly, "Everything needs a plan. With a plan, nothing is a problem. It's a bit rushed today, so let's just make do."

Sitting down, my junior colleague suddenly asked, "Want some alcohol? What kind?"

I said baijiu (Chinese liquor), and she brought out a bottle of Fenjiu and a bottle of dry red wine, along with two glasses. I was taken aback: "You're still drinking?"

My junior sister said, "Just a little, no problem."

The Fenjiu was brought from home by her father; it was in a porcelain bottle and had been aged for over ten years, making it very refreshing. My junior sister praised each dish she ate, and the two of them finished everything. She probably ate more than I did, as I drank about seven liang (approximately 350ml) and a glass of dry red wine. My junior sister only drank a little red wine.

After they cleared the table, I washed the dishes and returned to the living room. My junior sister had already made tea. I sat on the sofa, feeling a little dizzy because the aftereffects of the Fenjiu were kicking in. My junior colleague sat down on the sofa, then stood up again, rubbing her stomach, and said, "I ate too much, I ate too much. It's all your fault, you made such delicious food, I ate too much.
Would you like to go for a walk with me?"

I was also trying to sober up, so I went out with her.

The streetlights in the neighborhood weren't on yet, but the moon was beautiful, round and large, probably around the fifteenth of the lunar month.
We walked slowly, saying nothing. A young couple walked by from the opposite direction; they must have been walking home. The wife was heavily pregnant, probably seven or eight months along, and she was holding her husband's arm, clinging tightly to him. I saw... My junior sister kept her eyes fixed on them until they went inside the building.

A gust of wind blew by; the early winter air was already a bit chilly. She instinctively snuggled closer to me. I reached out and gently hugged her, then let go. She took my arm, and we walked slowly and silently.

Back in the room, it was almost ten o'clock. I wanted to go home. My junior sister said, "There are no taxis now. A taxi will cost at least 40 yuan, and you'll have to walk to the Fourth Ring Road and wait ages to get one. Why don't you stay here tonight? I can ask you more questions."

I thought about it and agreed.

My junior sister found me a set of pajamas, saying they were her father's, and told me to take a shower. After showering, I smelled my underwear; it already smelled bad, so I put on the pajamas. When I returned to the living room, my junior sister had already made up the guest room for me to sleep in. I told her to go shower, and I sat on the sofa watching TV.

A long time passed before she came out; it turned out she had also washed her hair. She said, "My hair won't dry for half a day. If you're not sleepy, chat with me for a while."

I didn't have anything to do tomorrow anyway, so I chatted with her. I sat on the sofa, and she sat in a chair. We chatted about this and that, but we didn't really have much in common. Most of the conversation was about pregnancy and children. When I learned that she rarely took vitamins and folic acid, I got a little anxious: "Why don't you take care of anything? I think you're worse than a country bumpkin."

She wasn't angry. Instead, she said sincerely, "Senior, you guys know so much, how come I don't know anything? Like what to eat and what not to eat, nobody tells me anything. After I got pregnant, we ate hot pot so many times! We went whenever we were too lazy to cook. Now I regret it so much! Senior, I want to ask you, is there any way to get rid of these stretch marks? They look so ugly."

I said, "As long as you keep applying vitamin E ointment to improve skin elasticity, you can alleviate the symptoms."
She said, "Can I still recover now?" As she

spoke, she stood up and lifted her pajamas. I saw that her belly was very big, and her skin had been stretched to the point of tearing. The stretch marks were wide and deep. Because her pajama pants couldn't cover her belly, they slipped down to her lower abdomen, probably just above her pubic hair, and her belly button was already protruding.

I said to her, "First, junior sister, you're stretched like this, it's probably going to be tough. It'll be fine after a year or so after giving birth; second, your belly button is protruding, so it's probably a boy; third?..."

My junior sister asked anxiously, "Tell me! Tell me! What is it?"

I gritted my teeth and said, "Third, it's getting cold now, you should protect your belly and not let the baby feel the cold outside, wear maternity underwear."

"Maternity underwear? What kind? I've never heard of it."

I told her that maternity underwear has a long crotch that can be pulled up to the belly to protect the abdomen. She immediately said, "Really? You have to come with me to buy some tomorrow."

She then asked, "Do you also have maternity bras?"

I said, "Of course, but if your old ones still work, you don't necessarily have to buy more. They're very expensive, over two hundred yuan."

My junior sister is very meticulous; she definitely wouldn't buy a bra that costs over two hundred yuan. She said, "How about this one?" With that, she lifted her pajamas all the way up. The moment I saw it, my lower body felt like it was on fire; it instantly became erect. My junior's bra was too small, barely accommodating half of her breasts, and due to the earlier movement, her left nipple was already showing. I hadn't seen a woman's body in a long time, so this was a natural physiological reaction.

I had my hands behind my head, leaning against the sofa, and since I wasn't wearing underwear, my erection was very obvious. I immediately changed position, leaning forward. As soon as I lifted her clothes, I felt a cool breeze, so she immediately knew and quickly put her pajamas down. She must have seen my erection too, because people are very sensitive to moving objects.
We were silent for about a minute.

To break the awkward silence, I took the initiative to speak: "I won't say whether we should buy them or not. Your sister-in-law often did the same thing back then, so we gritted our teeth and spent over five hundred to buy two, but now they're completely useless, and we can't even give them away. Besides..."

I hesitated again.

My junior sister had calmed down and said, "Senior brother, we're discussing scientific issues here. Please don't hold back any advice you have."

Encouraged by her, I felt much more relaxed and told her frankly, "Actually, the bra isn't the most important issue. You have another big problem: your nipples are severely inverted. If you don't address it, it will be a major problem for your baby when breastfeeding, and it might even bleed."

My junior sister said, "I've read about it in books. Sometimes I've tried pulling on them and wiping them with a towel, but it hurts so much."
I said, "If you're afraid of the pain now, what if your baby sucks and the nipples break open? Once they've scabbed over, you'll still have to breastfeed, and they'll break open again. You can't stop breastfeeding, so it won't heal properly, and it might even cause mastitis. Then both you and your baby will suffer. It's better to endure the pain now than later."

My junior sister said, "I will definitely persevere. Thank you for your advice."

After a pause, she asked again, "Isn't there a good way that isn't too painful but can still be fixed?"
I smiled mysteriously and didn't answer. My junior colleague got impatient, sat down next to me, and shook my arm: "Tell me, tell me! You're so boring, always holding back."

I said, "It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that you won't need it, and there are side effects."

My junior colleague said, "Whether I need it or not, just consider it an opportunity to learn something, okay?"

I said, "It's very simple, just practice the baby's sucking motion beforehand."

My junior colleague was a bit slow-witted and didn't react immediately: "What? How do I practice?"

I said, "Just let someone suckle your milk every day, and over time it will have a better effect than a towel, right?
Plus, it will also draw out the nipple and keep the milk ducts clear. Besides, it's comfortable to suckle."
My junior colleague understood; the only person who can suckle is her husband, not even her mother. She asked again, "What about the side effects?"

I really couldn't do anything with her, and replied, "What side effects do you think there could be? Won't problems arise after a while?"

Seeing my mischievous smile, my junior colleague understood what the problem was this time and didn't ask any more questions. After thinking for a moment, she asked again, "Did you and your sister-in-law have any problems? People say you can't do that during pregnancy. We haven't done it since she got pregnant."

I smiled and said, "That's human instinct, let nature take its course. You have to suckle every day, but you can't have sex every day, right?"

My junior sister said, "You two didn't have any problems? You can still do that while pregnant?"

I saw that my junior sister's face was flushed, and I figured she must be feeling the heat of the moment. It must have been tough for her not to have sex for more than half a year. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head: why don't I try to sleep with her?

Thinking about this, I relaxed, resumed my supine position, and said, "Actually, I think the happiest time for a couple is during the months of pregnancy, especially after five or six months. Think about it, the honeymoon is wonderful, but in that state of confusion, you can't let go; after a while, you're afraid of getting pregnant, so you're always awkward; and at least one week a month you can't have sex because of your period; only during these months, you're not afraid of pregnancy, and you don't have your period, so every week is the same; besides, after getting pregnant, your libido is good, and you have more lubrication, making penetration particularly smooth, and it's especially easy to reach orgasm. Junior sister, do you feel..." "Can you feel it?"

My junior sister was getting restless on the sofa, her voice trembling slightly. "But isn't my stomach under pressure?"

I couldn't help but chuckle and said, "Don't be so old-fashioned. Humans aren't animals because they can be face-to-face; but we can't lose our animal instincts. We can do it from behind, we can lick with our mouths, we can touch with our hands.
Actually, it feels really good from behind. Don't you want to try? Your sister-in-law and I have almost never stopped, except the day before she goes for her checkup. The day before she was hospitalized, we had sex both late and early. For several months in a row, we did it from behind." "Now, I always ejaculate from behind last, saying it goes in deeper and makes the ejaculation more powerful."

At this point, my junior sister was completely limp on top of me, her face almost pressed against my bulging scrotum. I helped her up, wrapped my left arm around her neck, and kissed her lips, while my right hand slipped under her nightgown and gently unhooked her bra. Under my passionate kisses, she was too numb to think. I gently blew into her ear and said, "Junior sister, let me suck you, okay?"

It was the word "junior sister" that reminded her; she immediately pushed me away. "I can't betray my sister-in-law," I said.
I pulled her close again and said, "We haven't had sex for months, it would be nice to satisfy each other. Besides, I like you, little sister."

This was pure nonsense, but it worked. She threw herself into my arms: "I've always liked you, but I never had the chance. I've always wanted to find someone like you, but I can never find one. I'm really jealous of my sister-in-law. I like you, that's why I always deliberately avoid you, you know that?" I kissed away her tears, comforting her constantly, and helped her to the bedroom.

I helped her sit down on the edge of the bed, supporting her neck with my right hand and gently laying her down. I took the opportunity to touch her crotch with my left hand; her pajama bottoms were already soaked with a patch the size of my palm, and I could feel the heat even through the two layers of fabric.

I pushed her to lie on her right side to make her more comfortable. You know, with thirty or forty pounds of weight on her stomach, lying on her back is quite uncomfortable. As I kissed her, I unbuttoned her pajamas one button at a time. Once unbuttoned, I pulled the corner of the blanket over her stomach to keep her warm, then pulled down her bra and began kissing her breasts and nipples.

My junior's breasts weren't large to begin with, but they were full after she became pregnant. Her nipples were still small, rosy and tender, like a little girl's. The nipples were slightly inverted, and I swirled my tongue around them, occasionally sucking on them. Soon, my junior let out a moan.

My left hand slipped inside her panties, gently tugging at her pubic hair, then slowly moved down, pausing at her mons pubis before turning back. I ran my hand slowly along her buttocks, gently pressing down to encourage her to lift her buttocks, easily pulling her pajama bottoms and underwear down to her thighs.

I didn't rush to attack her genitals, but instead slowly and repeatedly caressed her tailbone, groin, anus, and perineum, while gently rubbing her right nipple with my right hand and kissing her ears and neck. Occasionally, I would dab a little sticky fluid from her vulva and apply it to her perineum and anus.

My junior sister, probably never having experienced such foreplay before, kept moaning. Finally, she couldn't bear it any longer and said shyly, "Come in."

I feigned ignorance: "Into where?"

My junior sister covered her face with her hands and said softly, "Inside."

I pressed further, "Where?" My

junior sister could only say, "Inside your vagina."

Hearing such a crude word from my junior sister's mouth felt a little strange, but it was understandable. She was such an innocent person; she probably only knew the words "vagina" and "cunt." Saying "vagina" at this moment would be even more ridiculous. It was truly difficult for my junior sister.

I immediately inserted my ring finger into my junior sister's hot, slippery cave, my middle finger stroking between her clitoris and labia minora, and my thumb resting on her anus and perineum. My junior sister's vaginal walls were relatively tender and smooth, unlike some people's which were bumpy inside. Because she was lying on her back, my fingers could only stroke the back wall of her vagina, unable to reach her clitoris.

My junior sister kept twisting her body, crying out, "No, no, it's not a hand."

I deliberately asked, "Then what is it?"

My junior sister turned around and lightly slapped my crotch with her hand. "You bad boy! It's your...penis." She
blushed as she said this.

I helped her sit up, took off her pajamas and bra, laid her down, pulled the blanket over her upper body, got out of bed, and took off her pajama bottoms and underwear. I spread her thighs apart: her pubic hair was very sparse and light in color, slightly yellowish, somewhat like her hair. Her armpit hair was also very sparse and light. Some people have little armpit hair but thick pubic hair, while others have thick armpit hair and even thicker pubic hair. I had never seen anyone with such sparse pubic hair as my junior sister. What
was even more peculiar was her vulva: her labia majora were not thick, just two narrow bulges, slightly open at the moment; her labia minora were very small, which I had already felt when I touched them earlier, and I was still quite surprised. Although her labia minora were very swollen, they still could not extend beyond her labia majora, unlike most people whose labia minora always show a little bit.

I reached out and parted her labia minora. They were extremely tender, pink inside, and flesh-colored with a reddish tinge at the tip and outside, unlike the brown or even black labia minora commonly seen in adults (by the way, the color of the labia minora has absolutely nothing to do with the number of times you have sex, it's just related to development; my first girlfriend's labia minora were brown, and she was only nineteen years old that year—see "Youthful Memories (2)"). Her labia minora had very few folds, making her look like a young girl.

Her clitoris was also very small, just a small mung bean-sized bump at the top of her vulva. I pushed the surrounding skin up, revealing the clitoral head, which was almost bright red. I couldn't help but stick out my tongue and gently lick it. My junior sister was trembling all over from sensitivity, it seemed she rarely experienced stimulation. I

went to the bedside, turned on the bedside lamp, dimmed it to the lowest setting, and then turned off the ceiling light. I got into bed, helped my junior sister up, and positioned her feet towards the headboard and her head towards the footboard, so that her vulva could be illuminated without being too bright. My junior sister was still lying on her side. I had her straighten one leg and bend the other, then knelt between her legs to savor her rare, tender opening.

It wasn't that I didn't want to penetrate her, but I hadn't had sex in days, and once I entered her vagina, the heat and the wetness would surely prevent me from lasting more than three minutes. My junior sister was currently in the throes of passion, and if she didn't reach orgasm, it would be like throwing her into a living hell. Although it was understandable in theory, it was physically very uncomfortable. It's better to bury someone alive than to offer alms to a hungry monk. My junior sister's physical condition didn't allow for two consecutive sessions, and besides, the interval between my erections was at least two or three hours, so I had to succeed this time.
Although my junior sister asked me to penetrate her, I knew she was far from reaching her peak; she was definitely someone who came very slowly. Therefore, I could only satisfy my own desires by providing ample foreplay, including oral and manual stimulation, to bring her to climax. Although I don't enjoy sucking on the genitals of women other than my first love and wife, I felt no disgust at all when faced with such a seductive vulva. I couldn't help but suck on her thin labia, occasionally flicking my tongue across her clitoris.

I inserted my left middle finger into her vagina, slowly searching for her clitoris. Finally, I found it; her clitoris was located quite deep, just within reach of my fingertip. I used both my hand and mouth, and my junior sister writhed and gasped for breath, letting out low growls like a wild animal. Suddenly, she straightened her legs, tightly clamping my hand between them, her body convulsing back and forth. I knew she was close to climaxing, so I intensified my movements. Actually, I could only move my fingers; my hand was tightly gripped and I couldn't move.

My fingers slid back and forth inside her vagina, occasionally touching her clitoris. She had completely collapsed, pulling the blanket over her head, gasping for breath. She finally pulled back the covers after a long while, already drenched in sweat. I leaned over and kissed her lips with mine, my lips still wet with her juices, and nuzzled her neck with my chin. I whispered, "Was it good?"

She said shyly, "Yes! Just... It was too scary, too intense, it felt a little... empty."
I took off my pajama bottoms and pajamas, and took her hand to touch my penis. She immediately pulled her hand away as soon as she touched it. I grabbed her hand again: "What are you afraid of? It's not like we've never met before."

She remained silent, acknowledging that I had spied on her last time. I asked again, "What did you feel when you saw it last time? Have you seen anyone else's before?"

She said shyly, "Except for my younger brother when he was little, I've never seen one. You're the first. I thought it was so scary, it was so thick, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to put it in."

I said, "Can I put it in today?"

She nodded.

I held my penis in my hand and probed it through her buttocks from behind. It was a complete swamp there, slippery everywhere. I carefully held my hot, hard penis, rubbing it along her vulva, from the vaginal opening to her clitoris. If I wasn't careful, the head of my penis would desperately try to penetrate deeper. I did this to whet her appetite, and also to numb my glans to prevent premature ejaculation.

Her vagina desperately gripped my penis. Seeing the time was right, I thrust hard, and it was fully inside.
We both let out a satisfied cry, after all, we hadn't tasted sex in months. My glans tingled, and I almost ejaculated. I quickly gritted my teeth, thinking about one question, finally managing to get through the ordeal. My

junior sister suddenly asked, "Really, it won't affect the fetus?"

I said, "Don't worry, the uterus is still far away. The uterine contractions during orgasm will help the fetus grow and adapt to the external environment as soon as possible. I'll be careful."

She had heard that sex was beneficial and harmless, so she obediently cooperated with me. Although she had never tried this position before, her instincts made her cooperate perfectly.

I knew where her clitoris was, so two out of every three thrusts were aimed at it, making my junior sister moan softly. I didn't say anything, slowly thrusting in and out. The stimulation of her vagina was too intense; after a few minutes, I couldn't hold back any longer. I thrust a dozen times, and my junior sister cooperated tightly. I pressed down hard on her buttocks, grabbed one of her breasts with my right hand, and pressed down on her thigh with my left. My pent-up semen gushed out in spurts. At this moment, my junior sister cried out again. I felt her vagina gripping my penis tightly with each thrust; the feeling was incredibly pleasurable.

After ejaculating, I fell asleep immediately, only for a few minutes, my penis still inside her. The moment my penis softened and slipped out—I believe many people know that's the most painful instant—I woke up abruptly.

She said, "Oh no, get some tissues!"

Since we were sleeping facing opposite directions, I quickly got up to get tissues from the bedside table, but it was too late; the sheets were soaked.

I grabbed some tissues to stop the flow of semen, then quickly wiped the sheets. After wiping the sheets, I wiped her body; it was all over her thighs. After using countless tissues, I finally finished. She said, "There's still some on my calves."
I found it strange, touched them, and sure enough, there was. I realized that when I got up to get the tissues, some residual semen had dripped onto her legs.

We were both tired, kissed each other, and fell asleep. The next day, there was another flurry of activity: changing clothes, changing sheets, cleaning up the tissues scattered on the floor, taking a shower. During the shower, I inevitably took advantage of the situation and made some inappropriate advances. Then I accompanied her to Dongdan to buy clothes. I bought her two bras, three pairs of underwear, and some other items. My junior sister insisted on paying for everything herself.

From then on, I went to my junior sister's house every Tuesday or Wednesday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday night. Sometimes I had to go home on weekend mornings to check in and appease my wife, because I didn't want to be intimate with my wife at my junior sister's house. Sometimes when her brother came over, I had to avoid him for a couple of days, then make up for it later. The good times didn't last long. This continued for over a month, and then, a little over a week before Christmas, I suddenly received a text from her: "My mom's here." From then on, I never went to her house again.

A few days before the Spring Festival, I was on a business trip when one morning, as soon as I turned on my phone, I received a text message: "0:53, male, 3600 grams, natural birth, mother and child safe." It was sent around 5 a.m. Good heavens! Seven pounds two ounces,
natural birth! I don't know how my little sister's tiny vagina could accommodate such a large baby.

I couldn't visit her during the Chinese New Year because I was still in my postpartum period. After returning to work, I had a lot of work, so I didn't visit until my baby was almost two months old. I brought some clothes my own child had worn and some baby books. I figured hand-worn clothes are best for babies, and I wouldn't receive many books as gifts, so I could choose carefully. Unlike some families who receive tons of clothes from relatives and friends after a baby's birth, but only a few are actually wearable, my gifts were guaranteed to be appreciated and wouldn't be thrown away for a year or two.

When I arrived at her house, her mother opened the door. I introduced myself as her classmate. Her mother told me that her husband had passed away, but was currently being transferred back. She and her daughter were probably sleeping. I chatted casually with her in the living room for a few minutes. Then, my younger classmate, still sleepy-eyed, came out. Her eyes lit up when she saw me, and she asked me to sit down while she went to the bathroom.

She struggled in the bathroom for a long time before finally emerging. She said to her mother, "Mom, my senior brother and I haven't seen each other in ages. Please buy some nice things to treat him."

Her mother immediately went out to buy groceries. We went to the bedroom; the child was sleeping on the big bed, not in a crib.
I had come today genuinely to see them, mother and daughter, without any other requests. But she suddenly hugged my waist

, saying, "I missed you so much! I missed you so much! Why did it take you so long?" We kissed, and she unbuckled my belt and took off my pants. I took off my sweater, undershirt, and underwear. She was already naked when she crawled into bed, wearing only a bra. I reached down and touched her thighs; they were already soaked. I parted her legs, carefully examining the episiotomy wound, and then couldn't help but kiss it. This time, without her pregnant belly, it was much easier.

I used one hand to attack her lower body, and the other hand gently caressed her breasts and nipples through her bra. I knew she didn't take off her bra mainly because she was afraid of bacteria on her nipples, which would affect her baby's feeding. So, it was just scratching the surface, but it worked quite well. Soon, she started moaning softly.

I got up, leaned over her, kissing her mouth and breasts while pointing my already throbbing, burning erection towards her. I wanted to play with her a bit more, randomly jabbing my penis, sometimes at her clitoris, sometimes at her labia. The slippery vaginal fluid and the labial groove naturally guided my glans towards her entrance. I would pull upwards or sideways, and my junior sister would involuntarily thrust upwards, chasing after that hot, hard erection. Several times, my glans was already nestled between her labia, but I pulled it out forcefully.

My junior sister couldn't take it anymore; she grabbed my buttocks tightly with both hands, thrusting her hips forward, finally pressing my thick penis into her vagina. My junior colleague asked softly, "Is it looser after having a baby?"

Indeed, because her pelvis had widened, it was noticeably looser than a few months ago. I reassured her, "No, it's still as tight as before. It feels so good."

My junior colleague was relieved.

We continued kissing while thrusting forcefully. However, I had to be careful to avoid pressing on her breasts. This position was quite tiring, and her pubic hair had just grown short stubble, which pricked me a little. But it was precisely because of the slight pain that I didn't become overly excited and ejaculate prematurely.

I knelt up, held her legs, and thrust in and out. My junior colleague hadn't exercised for almost a year, so her waist quickly became weak. I lowered her legs, supported my upper body with my hands, and straddled her legs, making her close her legs and tightly clamp my penis. This position gave me a lot of freedom. I could not only move up and down along her vagina, but also make circular movements with my waist, and move my penis back and forth, stimulating her vaginal walls and clitoris.

Because of the close contact between our organs, the stimulation was intense. Coupled with my junior sister's long-awaited climax, she quickly reached her limit. She gripped the blanket tightly, held onto my thighs, and worked hard to meet my thrusts. Suddenly, I felt her vagina contract violently, very strongly, as if someone were forcefully grabbing my penis. I felt some pain, my mind cleared considerably, and the urge to ejaculate subsided instantly. I simply remained motionless, experiencing the contractions of her vagina.

This time, her orgasm was intense and prolonged. She didn't speak for a long time, quietly savoring the afterglow.
After a long while, she remembered me: "Why didn't you ejaculate?"

I said, "Your pubic hair was a little prickly, and besides, you were gripping me so tightly, I couldn't ejaculate."
My junior sister closed her eyes in shame, then suddenly opened them and said, "How about we do it from behind?"

Of course, I was willing. I gestured for her to spread her legs, then knelt between them, lifted her legs, brought them together, and then lowered them. I then smoothly changed to a side-lying position, thus completing the change of position without withdrawing. Without the burden, I could thrust freely, using five shallow thrusts followed by one deep one, varying the frequency, or changing the direction, making my junior sister moan repeatedly.

Her cries were too loud, and since she wasn't far from the baby, the child suddenly woke up and started crying loudly. My junior sister quickly patted the baby, saying, "Oh, little baby, don't cry, don't fuss, Mommy and Uncle are doing good deeds, don't cry, don't fuss, go to sleep."

But the baby wouldn't listen and continued to cry. I instructed her to breastfeed; she unhooked her bra, exposed her nipple, and put it in the baby's mouth. The baby stopped crying and began to nurse.

I didn't relax at all, intensifying my thrusts, almost penetrating to the deepest point each time. My junior sister moaned passionately again. I felt a tingling sensation in my glans, so I thrust a few more times. My junior sister patted the baby with one hand, breastfeeding while also swaying her hips in rhythm. My penis suddenly swelled, and a gush of heat spurted out. At that moment, I heard my junior sister's rapid breathing again and felt my penis being tightly gripped. I violently sprayed my semen deep into her peach blossom cave again and again.

[The End]

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