Crazy for her husband 15 - Little Sister

My husband came into the bedroom after showering, wearing only his underwear. He lay down on my left, and my younger sister on my right. I said, "Little sister, don't be afraid, watch how I handle this." Then, I deliberately acted fierce, teasing my husband and making him serve me, constantly ordering him around and stimulating my sensitive areas. My younger sister giggled beside me.

I cooperated by slowly moaning and gently twisting my body. To avoid embarrassing my younger sister, I also gently stroked her. She leaned against me, quietly letting me caress her. After my husband finished licking my body, perhaps my moans aroused her, because she started rubbing her legs together. I gave her a look.
Since my younger sister was sleeping on her side facing me, my husband moved behind her and very, very gently pressed his chest against her back, lightly kissing her ear and neck. I cooperated with my husband's kisses, stroking my own breast with one hand, hoping that seeing me relaxed would make her more relaxed too. My other hand gently stroked her legs, which were pressed together.

Although the younger sister didn't moan, her breathing changed. My husband slowly licked her neck, moving down her body, back, waist, and buttocks. He gently parted her legs with his hands, swirling his tongue around the inside of her thighs, repeatedly exploring her sensitive areas.

The younger sister seemed to relax, and I helped her lie flat. My husband propped himself up on his hands, and through the dim light from the apartment building's lamps, I watched him gently nibble on her small nipples and lick her breasts, from left to right. Slowly, the younger sister grabbed my hand with one hand and mine with the other.
I took her hand in return, reassuring her not to be afraid. Encouraged, my husband moved away from her breasts and kissed her lower abdomen and waist. Finally, the younger sister trembled slightly. Both my husband and I sensed this signal; the younger sister was ready for more intense movements.

My husband ran his tongue over my younger sister's legs for a while, parting her thighs with his tongue. I knew he was licking her vulva. I didn't see what her genitals looked like—whether they were pink, or if there were sparse hairs. But my husband knew that as he gently licked her vulva, he might sometimes touch her clitoris, and sometimes his tongue might slip inside her vagina.
My younger sister probably hadn't experienced this kind of licking before. Her body relaxed and she was enjoying it. As my husband's tongue continued to lick, she moaned very softly.

I gently asked her, "Can I lick your nipples, sister?"

I thought she would refuse, or at least nod slightly, but she looked at me and said, "Sister, lick me."

With the same force I used to lick my husband's nipples, I gently flicked my tongue across her nipples, moving it over her breasts. Her breasts were small but firm, rising and falling slightly. I could feel her twisting her body.

My husband propped himself up, put on a condom, and, supporting his erect penis, slowly inserted it into my younger sister's vagina. Although she didn't moan loudly, her expression showed enjoyment. We were worried she wouldn't be able to handle that, so we used the easiest, most traditional method. He thrust into her at varying speeds, while my tongue roamed over her breasts. After a while, my husband ejaculated. Amidst her soft moans, he said that even through the condom, his penis was incredibly sensitive inside her small vagina, and his ejaculation lasted quite a while.

I don't know if she had an orgasm this time, but at her age, in such a special situation, having sex with someone she somewhat likes, she was probably more satisfied with her fantasies.

My husband and younger sister's sex wasn't wild; it was all gentle movements. Several hours later, after my husband powerfully ejaculated, he got back up and used various positions with me and my younger sister, but always separately, because we were afraid she wouldn't be able to handle three people having sex at the same time.
My husband had my younger sister sit on his penis and gently rock her, then had her lie on top of me while he thrust into her anus. We showered together in the bathroom. He said he'd press her against the wall and penetrate her, but all night, he didn't let her lick his penis. My

younger sister slept shyly to my right, I don't know if she was really asleep. My husband and I made love passionately next to her. I moaned without restraint, deliberately letting her hear. I pressed my husband's head down, making him frantically lick my vulva, hoping she would see.
I selfishly hoped my younger sister could be like me, able to break through moral boundaries and enjoy sex, able to have sex with us all at once. I hoped she would see me swallowing my husband's penis, even if it was wet with her vaginal fluid. I also hoped I could lick her vulva, to see if it was pink and tender. I also hoped she would sit on my husband's penis and lick and bite my nipples.
But these were just my hopes, my selfish thoughts; I didn't tell her to do them.

The next day, we went shopping, ate out, and played around. It was as if nothing had happened the night before.

Later, another time, none of the three of us showered. After closing the shop, we made love inside. My husband lifted the younger sister onto the bar counter and gently thrust his penis into her. The younger sister watched as my buttocks were raised as my husband thrust into me wildly.

I admit, in order to engage in these wild acts, I didn't ask the younger sister how she felt. I was also afraid that if I asked her, she wouldn't know how to answer. Some things we can accept, others may not.

After the New Year, the younger sister texted me saying she wouldn't be coming to Nanjing. My heart ached, and I almost cried. I told my husband, and he didn't know what to do either. A few days later, I called the younger sister, ostensibly to send her my pre-New Year's salary, but really to find out what kind of life she would be living. I didn't say sorry, but in my heart, I told myself that my husband and I had made the younger sister suffer. We called a few more times afterward, chatting about the fun things that happened to us. We mailed each other snacks and local specialties from different places. We bought her an iPhone and an iPad, hoping to make up for our guilt.

We still keep in touch occasionally, we're still friends, and I still remember how we always kept in touch. I hope we can stay in touch sometime, even if it's just a casual conversation. I hope we can continue our friendship.

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