Me and my wild sister (My scumbag life)

I started masturbating when I was 12. I was very young then and didn't know anything. I played games and made bets with my older brothers and sisters. I didn't know anything else about my penis, except that it was for peeing. It was summer, and I went to visit a classmate. Suddenly, I heard a noise in the room. I went over and saw my brother on top of my sister. My sister seemed to be enjoying herself. My brother was moving up and down, and my sister was making sounds that I had never heard before, like crying and laughing! I was completely confused.
That day, my sister was taking a bath and asked me to scrub her back. She thought I was too young to understand the difference between men and women, but actually I've become quite skilled. I slowly scrubbed her back, gently massaging her breasts and genitals. She moaned with pleasure. My penis unknowingly pressed against her buttocks. She said, "You little pervert, you've grown up too." I asked, "What's wrong, sister?" I didn't know what was going on, it was just swollen. I still scrubbed her back, but then I stopped scrubbing and just rubbed her genitals.
I pushed the door open and went in, startling my older brother and sister, who froze, their faces turning red. My brother said, "Let's play together. I'll give you some milk. Don't tell Mom and Dad." I said okay. Then I saw my brother forcefully thrust his penis towards my mouth, muttering something. My sister was playing with one breast and touching her genitals with the other, saying, "Brother really loves you. He's giving you cow's milk. If you come, I won't have any left." I was guessing what the milk would taste like when my brother said, "Quick, open your mouth, the milk is coming." A stream of scalding hot semen shot into my mouth. Because I had never drunk milk before, I didn't know what it really tasted like. It felt astringent and sticky. My sister also came over and licked my brother's penis, saying we couldn't waste it. My brother lay comfortably on the bed.
That experience taught me that I could have milk too. I kept imitating my brother, vigorously rubbing my own penis. Although it hurt a bit, when I finally ejaculated, I felt incredibly good. That feeling was amazing. From then on, whenever I saw a pretty girl, I would go home and masturbate thinking about her. I also fantasized about having sex with my sister like my brother did.
I held the woman's full, white hand—despite her large breasts and plump hips, her hands were surprisingly small, like those of a young child, with chubby, delicate fingers like pointed bamboo shoots. My heart stirred, and I couldn't help but kiss her hand. The woman pressed her cheek against my chest, softly asking, "Silly boy, what are you doing?" Her voice was so gentle and alluring. I wrapped one arm tightly around her, and she didn't resist, pressing her full body against mine.
I could feel my sister's needs; her juices were flowing down her vagina. Seeing that I was acting as if nothing was wrong, she asked me, "You're not as good as my brother, who often feeds me milk. Why don't you feed your sister too?" I said I didn't know how to feed her. My sister said, "Don't worry about it, I'll get it myself." Before she finished speaking, she took a bite of my penis, and I felt incredibly good. My sister touched her cunt and came faster and faster.
Seeing my sister's wanton state, I knew I couldn't make things difficult for her. So I kissed her breasts and licked her clitoris. Her moans grew more intense, and my penis swelled to an unbearable degree. With a burst of strength, I thrust into her uterus. My sister couldn't control herself anymore and begged, "Brother, hurry...do it...don't stop. Harder, it's itchy...you're bigger and better than your brother's." After half an hour, I ejaculated into her flower, and she fell asleep peacefully.
From then on, my sister doted on me, not letting me do anything, just buying me food. Now that my brother is married, the task of taking care of my sister falls entirely on me. When I arrived at the West Railway Station, I saw my sister waiting for me outside the Xidan Shopping Mall. I walked straight towards her, and she saw me too, smiling and waving. She led me into a Nissan sedan. So she owns a car. Does that make her a rich woman? A question suddenly popped into my head: even if she is a rich woman, what are we? I'm not exactly a gigolo, am I? Being a gigolo is something I really don't dare to do; I can't afford to lose face like that, a grown man. I guess I'll just call it a one-night stand? These days it's very fashionable. Who cares about one-night stands or multiple-night stands? Anyway, I'm having an affair with a woman much older than me.
I thought I was finally going to experience that tingling, numbing sensation for the first time today, and my heart was pounding with excitement. I glanced at the woman and saw her smiling, glancing at me sideways in the rearview mirror. My face flushed, and my mind went completely blank... We didn't say a word on the way. I wanted to say something, but suddenly I felt like I'd become incredibly stupid today.
About ten minutes later, we arrived at a residential complex, took the elevator up to the twelfth floor, and went inside. After taking off and changing our shoes, I realized how luxurious the room was when I stood up. The living room was large and bright, with a particularly spacious orange-red leather sofa and a wide-screen plasma TV. To be honest, there were many things I couldn't describe because everything was so luxurious. I sat awkwardly on the soft and bulky sofa, suddenly feeling a little inferior.
My sister, noticing my silence, smiled and asked if I was mute. Embarrassed, I smiled back. Two red clouds appeared on her face. "Silly boy!" she said, standing up and handing me a can of Coke. I clumsily opened it, and she gracefully sat down beside me, her breath soft and warm. "Silly boy, you're so thin!" she said, as if pitying a small, frail animal, reaching out to pinch my shoulder.
I distinctly felt a chill run down my spine; damn it, it didn't work. I cursed myself, took a deep breath, and looked at her defiantly, ready to pull her back if she pinched me again. But she giggled, stood up, and said, "Silly, are you hungry?" I said I was hungry. She said, "I'm going to cook. Do you want to watch me cook?" I said yes. I followed her to watch her cook.
I felt the air was a bit stuffy, so I wanted to tease her. I laughed and said, "Sister, do you know what the nickname for cooking at our school is?" She laughed and said, "Is it 'cooking rice'?" I laughed at her for being silly, "The nickname for cooking is 'making love'!" She laughed in surprise, "Why do you say that?" I said, "We all live in school dorms, several people to a room. Some students who are in love want to move out and stay with their girlfriends. They don't lie and say they don't like the food in the cafeteria and want to cook for themselves. So they can go out, and later a lot of people went out to cook. But they were always with one girl, so eventually everyone knew that 'cooking' was a euphemism for 'making love'."
The woman laughed heartily, teasing me, "Have you been out cooking with a girl?" I smiled mischievously, "Yes, I'm cooking with a girl right now, aren't I?" The woman glared at me with a smile, "You rascal!" I smiled and moved closer, intentionally or unintentionally brushing against the woman's full buttocks. A soft warmth spread like waves, and I felt a certain part of me swell up little by little. The woman kept her head down and didn't say anything, continuing to cook.
I said, "I can cook too!" She seemed a little skeptical, so I told her my specialty was braised fish in sour soup. She then grabbed a fish for me to cook. She even had a huge fish tank at home, with lots of fish. So I cleaned the fish, first removing the scales, then making a few cuts, salting it, and stuffing it with fragrant scallions and ginger. While I was washing my hands, the woman handed me a bar of soap. I accidentally pinched her hand, which made her give me a playful, smiling glare.
Once all the other dishes were ready, I started cooking the fish. The woman watched with great interest. I briefly fried the fish in boiling oil, added some white wine, then water and simmered it until cooked through. Next, I placed a lot of scallions in a deep dish, put the fish on top, poured broth over it to remove the raw scallions, and then added plenty of vinegar. The fragrant, sour fish soup was ready. The woman eagerly wanted to try it, saying, "The sourness alone is enough to whet my appetite!" After taking a sip, she said, "Delicious, but too sour."
I said in a serious manner: "This fish is the last thing to eat. Most of your other dishes are very greasy, and this is the last to appetize." The woman smiled happily and praised me, "You will be a good husband in the future." I said with a bad smile. , "Am I a good husband now?" The woman pinched her chopsticks as if to hit her. I was so frightened that I hugged the woman's arm and begged for mercy. The woman just closed her eyes and said softly, "I think you are just a little bad guy!"
Seeing the woman's captivating charm, I kissed her cheek. She then said, "You're too eager! Let's have a drink!" So we opened a bottle of brilliant red dry red wine. Watching the red liquid swirl and flow in the glass, I knew that today I, like this bottle of wine, would be opened and no longer sealed away.
I felt as if I had suddenly arrived at a place overflowing with treasures, so many that I didn't know what to choose. I wanted to kiss her lips, yet I also wanted to suckle those two lovely red nipples. When I lifted the woman's two fleshy legs, I discovered that ultimate, mysterious garden. Beneath the half-hidden grass, a glistening crease dripped a drop of clear nectar. I stared in disbelief, slowly parting her legs with my hands, revealing a tender, blooming red flower. Then I slowly inserted a finger, touching a soft yet firm, warm wetness. I was stunned. Heaven had created a woman's artistic face, yet it had also created this mysterious garden with divine craftsmanship… Besides staring blankly at that exquisite expanse, I could only sincerely praise God's greatness.
When we finished the bottle of wine, we were both a little dizzy. I was so captivated when the woman deliberately or unintentionally crossed one of her gleaming white legs, clad in stockings. My eyes practically popped out of my head. The woman said, "Silly boy, can you dance?" I said I could, so she said, "Let's dance!" We went to the living room, and she turned on the stereo. The music was gentle and soothing, and the sunlight outside the window was brilliant. In this high-rise building, it seemed as if we had escaped the hustle and bustle of the world.
I watched as the woman bent over, her hips jutting out, as she slipped on a pair of elegant, breathtaking black high heels, which accentuated her long, voluptuous, white legs. She breathed a breath that intoxicated me, leaning gently against my chest, her hips swaying slightly. Holding this voluptuous woman in my arms, my mind was already filled with wicked thoughts. When her breasts and lower abdomen occasionally brushed against mine, a warm current of electricity spread through my body. My lower body began to swell, occasionally rubbing against her; I think she felt it too, because in those unintentional touches, her body trembled slightly.
I felt like I was about to choke, so I lowered my head and kissed her. Her red lips parted slightly, and without hesitation, I captured them. I knew that what I had longed for was finally here. I imagine my kiss was both hungry and rough; I wanted to swallow her lips whole. She kept dodging and resisting, so I pressed my advantage. She buried her face in my chest. I anxiously cupped her face, leaving her nowhere to hide, and kissed her deeply. Finally, she stopped moving, obediently extending her tongue, as nimble as a snake. I grasped at it like a lifeline and swallowed it whole…
The music continued, and the room grew increasingly quiet, down to our own breathing and the sound of our heartbeats. The woman hooked her arms around my neck, trying her best to please me. I suddenly felt like two dried-up fish, struggling for breath in their final moments. To be honest, kissing is truly a wonderful experience. We were so absorbed, so intoxicated, so passionate. The woman kept her eyes tightly closed, seemingly oblivious to everything around her.
I freed one hand, lifted her skirt, and slipped it inside at an angle. Before the woman could stop me, I touched a lush meadow. As my middle finger traced its path, I found the wet, swampy area I had longed for. A wave of warm, humid air enveloped me as the woman's soft voice rang out. I held her and placed her on the large, soft sofa. She was like a desperate fish, letting me peel away her scales, swaying helplessly…
I finally saw the vivid, alluring scene I had longed for, so lifelike, almost tangible. Wang Meiwen's body was voluptuous, like a portrait of the Virgin Mary from the European Renaissance, a smooth, white expanse, like a piece of warm, white jade. I finally understood why her breasts were so firm; their size was a miracle I had never seen before. Even lying there, those two mounds remained exaggeratedly erect, two agate-like nipples, the size of soybeans, set in her breasts with a deep red hue, like a baby pouting its bright red lips, mischievous and adorable. The curves of her full hips and rounded thighs connected so perfectly that they looked like a smooth jade ball.
Seeing me standing there in a daze, the woman gently pulled my arm and said softly, "Silly boy, stop looking, come on up!" I clumsily climbed on top of her, and under her guidance, for the first time in my life, I felt like a soldier, so determined, forging ahead, overcoming obstacles, again and again, tirelessly! The woman's trembling face and gentle voice ignited my desire to subdue her. With each thrust, she cried out a request, and I felt a surge of pride, a sense of divine power. I continued my relentless assault, unstoppable. At first, the woman was eager to please, but later she became as soft as a helpless lump of dough, completely at my mercy.
The battle was a long and arduous process intertwined with exhilarating joy. Just as my burgeoning sense of victory reached its peak, the woman became hysterical, screaming that she was dying, dying. With her eyes closed and hands flailing wildly, she suddenly pulled me into her arms. I don't know where she got such strength, but like an octopus, she used both hands and feet to hold me tightly, rendering me immobile. A sudden, violent tremor ran through her face, followed by a long, trembling cry as she shook violently. I, too, trembled and strained, throwing myself into the air. A powerful force surged forth like a hurricane, yet flowed like a torrent, and flashed across my body like lightning… I felt as if Wang Meiwen and I were two snakes locked in a fierce struggle, writhing on the narrow sofa… When we finally relaxed, the sofa was soaked, creaking to the touch. We slowly released our grip, and I lay exhausted on the woman, one hand hanging limply at my sides…
Good post! Thanks to the experienced older sister for sharing! She's a great teacher, teaching children how to be adults. Wait, is this two stories pieced together? I was devastated when I saw the older brother giving oral sex at the beginning, but at least she slept with the older sister later. However, the part after the older brother left shouldn't be the same; it's completely different. Honestly, this story is terrible. Apparently, the older sister and older brother slept together first, the older brother got married, and I had my chance to continue our relationship. The opening part was... well, the oral sex with the older brother was a bit messy. It looks like two stories forced together. The sex scenes don't seem realistic, the content is a bit disorganized. The poster probably cut it from somewhere else; it doesn't connect at all.

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