A romantic encounter with a real estate beauty

I met her after dinner last spring. The first time I saw her, a beautiful figure was etched into my mind: delicately drawn eyebrows, exquisite features, a pretty nose, and sensual, rosy lips. Her skin was fair with a rosy glow, her complexion lightly powdered, and her hair flowing like clouds. She wore a long dress, and under the lights, she exuded a purity and nobility completely different from the surroundings.

After several meetings and conversations, I learned that she had a memorable relationship, but it ended due to her boyfriend going abroad, and this had been lingering in her heart. When she was troubled, I would occasionally comfort her; when she was unhappy, I would tease her playfully. I sensed that she was an independent and strong-willed girl, someone decisive and capable at work. Given the right opportunity, I felt she could be very successful.

However, I also felt that she was very sentimental, which is understandable given her age. But precisely because of this, I felt an urge to protect and cherish her, even though I knew I had no right to, because I was already married. I wanted to watch her slowly, to see her move on, to see her enjoy the life her age should have—a sunny, cheerful, genuine laugh, occasional passion and indulgence, to fully experience the life her age should have.

So, I slowly started talking to her about explicit things, about sex, using methods I'd learned from other female friends on how to help a girl overcome emotional distress. But she was a rather conservative girl and didn't like talking about these things, feeling they were perverted. So, for the first time, I talked about my embarrassing secrets in front of others, about masturbating. Only then did she slowly start talking about her sex life. She hadn't had sex for a year since her boyfriend left, and she didn't even masturbate, which I found incredible and made me feel sorry for her.

During our conversations, although I didn't help her much, my desire for her grew stronger every day. Sometimes, while talking to her, my penis would become erect, and I'd have to masturbate until late at night before going to bed. I tried to watch porn or masturbate while watching, trying not to think about her, because I felt it would be insulting to her, and I felt she probably wouldn't like what I was doing.

Suddenly, I realized that I often wondered if she would like it when I did things this way. I couldn't help but want to care for her and share everything with her, but I knew I shouldn't. So, I adopted her as my younger sister. That way, I felt at ease. As both a sister and someone who touched my heart, I didn't want to disturb her life, so I tried to chat with her as little as possible, only contacting her the next day when I dreamed of her.

This continued for a long time until recently, when I finally found time to go to her house to deliver something and saw her again. That day, she wore a long dress, looking graceful. We had our first dinner together, then went for a walk in the park. Under a park bench, I couldn't resist hugging her again and gently kissing her slender neck, greedily inhaling her scent. I slowly placed my hands on her full breasts, gently, almost imperceptibly touching them, afraid she would get angry and leave.

But she was truly exhausted inside; she really needed to let go. She didn't strongly resist my touch. Although I felt like I was taking advantage of her, my actions were genuine. I slowly kissed her forehead, then moved down to her luscious lips. She initially turned her head away in refusal, but I was overwhelmed by passion, forgetting that I should treat her like a younger sister, forgetting that she might suddenly slap me. I kissed her lips forcefully, my hands kneading her full breasts through her clothes.
She slowly gave up resisting, as if letting out a long sigh of relief, opening her mouth to meet my kiss. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, sucking on it repeatedly, wanting to swallow her whole, to cherish and love her to my heart's content. My penis also became erect again, pressing against her leg.

I slowly kissed her neck, gently biting her earlobe. One hand kneaded her full, firm breasts, which still aroused me to this day, while the other hand slowly caressed her long legs through her silk dress. She let out soft "mmm, hum---" sounds from my kisses. Her slender, fair hands gripped my arm helplessly, lightly touching my erect penis. I continued kissing her from her neck to her chest, wanting to press her delicate hands onto my penis and let her stroke it freely.

But after the initial impulse subsided, I slowly regained some rationality and ultimately did not do so. However, my penis became even harder under her unintentional touch, wanting to become longer and thicker, to receive as much of her caress as possible. We were embracing and kissing when suddenly, as if remembering something, she pushed me away forcefully, saying, "We can't do this, we shouldn't."

I knew I couldn't do this, and I blamed myself for treating my beloved sister this way. But I didn't want her to waste her youth like this, and I couldn't help but yearn for her. Yet, deep down, I really wanted to hold her tightly in my arms, to give her security and warmth. These complex and contradictory feelings clashed in my mind. We sat on the bench, smoking. Every

few days, I would visit her, talk about her life, and try to help her gradually open up. Of course, I would hug her and give her a gentle kiss, trying to control the intensity and be a good brother. But every time I held her, I didn't want to let go. Perhaps when you truly love a girl, you want to meld her into your being, to genuinely make her happy. But I didn't know if, when she moved on and found someone to love and care for her, I could truly, as her brother, wish her happiness.

A few days later, I went to see her at the park where she used to run. She was wearing sportswear, looking relaxed and lively. Seeing her like that, I felt a surge of joy. I was so happy for her, and I could hardly contain my excitement. I felt a deep connection with her. She looked so radiant and energetic. I was so happy to see her like that. I felt a surge of joy and happiness. I felt a deep sense of peace and contentment. I felt a surge of joy and happiness. I felt a deep sense of peace and contentment. I felt a deep sense of peace and joy ... I picked her up, kissing her lips wildly, licking her chest, gently biting her earlobe, my hands constantly caressing her pert buttocks
and slender thighs, my erect penis pressed against her thighs. She also thrust her tongue deep inside, constantly entwining it with mine, sucking and licking, making intermittent "hmm, hum!" sounds. I grabbed her hand and placed it on my penis, she grabbed it and kept stroking and rubbing it through her shorts, stimulating me to keep kissing her chest, wanting to kiss her white, full breasts, my hands constantly kneading her buttocks, caressing and pressing her private parts through her soft sports pants, hoping to give her more pleasure.

Her reactions grew stronger, she kept moaning "Mmm, hum!" and I became increasingly aroused, as if a long-suppressed wildness was erupting. I couldn't satisfy her; her hand was only stroking my penis through my pants. I slipped her hand inside my shorts, making our first intimate contact. She cooperated, grasping my penis and stroking it repeatedly, her fingers occasionally reaching down to my testicles and gently stroking upwards.

I had never felt such stimulation and pleasure before. I secretly unbuckled the belt of her sweatpants, slipped my hand inside, and slowly stroked her soft pubic hair, continuing down to her private parts, gently rubbing and caressing. Her moans "Mmm, hum, oh!" grew louder. I completely covered her vulva with my palm, feeling the wetness and heat of her private parts. I gently inserted my fingers into her tight, wet vagina, slowly moving in and out little by little. Her hands kept rubbing my testicles, stroking my penis from bottom to top, and then grabbing my penis and stroking it repeatedly. I even made a "hmm-oh---" sound because of the pleasure.

But just then, someone walked by, and we both fell silent. After that person passed, her earlier passion vanished, and I regained my composure. I took out a cigarette to ease the awkwardness and lit one for her. We sat together, smoking, enjoying the warmth and tranquility. I wanted to kiss her again, but she suddenly took a drag of her cigarette and pressed her lips to mine. We kissed passionately, and I slipped my hand inside her bra, kneading it wantonly, letting the smoke slowly drift from our passionately kissing lips. We indulged in the passion and unbridled joy of youth.

But we didn't have any further physical contact. Even after we left the park, my penis was still erect, and she playfully grabbed it, making it stand even harder. Before leaving the park, we walked down a secluded path, and I pulled her into my arms, kissing her forcefully and shoving her hand inside my shorts. She cooperated, grabbing my penis again, her palm rubbing up and down my testicles and penis. My hand slipped under her waist, wantonly kneading her fair, pert buttocks, slowly moving over the ridge, and inserting my fingers into her still-wet vagina from behind.

I kissed her ear, listening to her continuous moans, my fingers thrusting in and out of her tight, warm vagina. Because I was coming from behind, my fingers could only penetrate a little, feeling how tight, hot, and slightly suctioning her vagina was—something I had never experienced before. We comforted each other like this for a while, then she slowly pushed me away, saying, "Let's go, it's time to go home!"

Back home, recalling what had just happened, my penis couldn't help but get erect, but I didn't masturbate that night. The next day, on the bus to work, it inexplicably got hard again, forcing me to bend over when I got off.

A few days later, we met again in the park. She took a drag of her cigarette and playfully kissed me. I loved this feeling—a feeling I'd never experienced before, and one that no one else would ever give me. I was also happy that she was so open. I pulled her onto my lap, kissing her neck and shoulders, which were still sweaty from running. One hand slipped under her T-shirt to caress her breasts, which I could never get enough of, while the other slipped into her pants, gently rubbing her genitals.

She moaned softly, "Mmm, oh!" as she swayed her slender waist. My erect penis stared at her pert buttocks. I pulled her head down and kissed her red lips fiercely, one finger teasing her nipple while the other slowly inserted into her already wet vagina. Her moans and swaying hips fueled my erection.

I was on the verge of collapse, wanting nothing more than to plunge my penis into her vagina and become one with her. I had forgotten that we were in a park, forgotten that I was holding my beloved younger sister. I pulled my hands away, grabbed her pants, and slowly pulled them down. She cooperated by lifting her buttocks, allowing me to easily pull her pants and underwear down to her calves. Then I pulled down my own shorts, and my penis sprang out. She half-sat on me, lifting her buttocks, and my penis eagerly thrust against her buttocks, searching for the right entrance.
She slightly resisted, but I kept searching, and finally, I felt the head of my penis find that warm, wet spot. I held her waist and slowly pushed it in. "Ah!" We were finally united. The feeling was amazing; I had never felt so good before. That tight vagina, I could clearly feel the warmth and wetness, feel her writhing. Because my pants were still on and I was half-sitting, I couldn't insert my penis all the way in, but even that half-insertion gave me an unprecedented pleasure!

I thrust in and out, slowly at first, then faster, and she moaned more and more intensely, "Mmm—ah—oh—". Looking at her soft, white buttocks, feeling the tight embrace, filled with boundless love for her, I felt this was perfect sex.

"I want to make her happy, I want to make her joyful, I want her to forget everything from the past, to fully enjoy the passion of youth, to enjoy the instinctive pleasure of sex!" These thoughts flashed through my mind, whether right or wrong, or just wishful thinking, but I continued thrusting amidst this mental and physical pleasure.
Her moans grew louder, her swaying more violently. Suddenly, she grabbed my hand from her waist and pulled it to her exposed breasts, letting me knead and manipulate her nipples. For the first time, I felt such pleasure holding her full, round, perfect breasts, but before I could even savor them, I felt her vagina tighten, sucking on my penis, as if hoping for deeper penetration.

Under this stimulation, I felt the urge to ejaculate even before my penis was fully inserted. To calm my impulse, I slowed down and helped her sit on me. She then began to move her hips up and down, repeatedly stroking me. At that moment, I felt like the happiest person in the world. Afraid she was getting too tired, I tried to help her change positions, but I accidentally hurt her. I felt like I had damaged my most precious treasure, overwhelmed with reluctance and self-reproach.

She seemed to suddenly recall her inner turmoil and calmed down abruptly. She hurriedly straightened her clothes. I looked at her awkwardly and regretfully, my heart filled with self-reproach, guilt, reluctance, and of course, regret. I felt I had hurt the person I wanted to cherish.

For several days, I lived in self-reproach and guilt, trying to care for her as before, yet fearing that my impulsive actions had hurt her. From the day I met her, I liked her. Through getting to know her better, I learned she's independent, strong-willed, and capable, but also deeply troubled by emotional turmoil. I always wanted to protect her and help her through it. Since we couldn't be together, a brotherly concern for his sister gradually developed, and I slowly began to genuinely believe I was her brother. Seeing her upset made me feel bad, and knowing she was drinking too much made me both anxious and angry. I gradually forgot that this young woman was at a stage of life enjoying a vibrant and fulfilling existence. At the same time, the love I harbored for her also gave me a constant urge to pursue her, treating her as a confidante.

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