Women in my life 02

I thought my sister was just
ashamed she was angry with me. But I never expected… when I learned the truth, I was filled with rage.
My sister told me in detail what happened before she got drunk. She had arranged to meet her father at a hotel to entertain clients,
but he said he had something to do and would be late, asking my sister to entertain them first. Those five men took turns toasting my sister, and after several rounds,
she was completely drunk and didn't remember anything after that. Her father never showed up. I suspect that
her father wanted to use my sister's beauty, setting a trap to turn her into a sex object for his clients. I told my sister not to go to
work at her father's company anymore. He doesn't treat you like a daughter at all. Because of my mother's and my special
concern , a thought suddenly popped into my head:
what if my sister and father were also...? I couldn't imagine it. Although my mother and I were so shameful, I
just . I cautiously asked,
"Sister...you and Dad..."
"What about me and Dad?" My sister looked at me with a questioning expression.
"It's just...you and Dad are just father and daughter, right?"
"What did you say? What do you mean?"
"I mean...oh well, never mind."
"You little brat!" My sister suddenly understood what I meant and punched me a few more times. She said,
"How could you think like that! Do you think I need to survive like this? Dad was behind this today.
Do you think I did it willingly? Do you think I'm a prostitute?" My sister yelled and started crying.
"No, it's not like that. I was worried about you, sis. Don't cry. Oh, I'm sorry, I was wrong..."
I couldn't help but hug my sister, comforting her. She cried and then hugged me back. Suddenly, I
felt my penis shamelessly hard again, pitching a tent. I quickly arched my back, afraid to let my penis touch
my sister. I said,
"Sis, I was just worried about you, don't be angry."
"Don't tell anyone about what happened today, including you..."
"What about me?" I looked at my sister, completely bewildered.
"You...you're pretending to be stupid? Including you seeing my body."
"So what? Aren't all women the same?"
My sister pushed me down onto the bed and said,
"You brat..."
She stopped talking, her eyes fixed on my genitals, her face flushed, and she kicked me again, saying,
"You...you're going to be the death of me!"
Only then did I notice the little tent my penis was making, lying on the bed, it was too obvious. I quickly sat up and said,
"Ah, okay, okay, I won't say anything, I won't say anything."
The next day, I went to my father's company to confront him. I didn't tell my sister about it. I stormed into
the office and questioned my father:
"Dad, how could you do this!"
"What?" My father was organizing documents, ignoring me.
I slammed my hand on the table and said,
"What were you planning to do to my sister last night?!"
"You're too young to understand. I don't have time right now. Go home."
I was furious. I grabbed my father's collar and said,
"I don't care what you do with other women, but you can't do what you do to my sister! If you try anything with her again, I
won't let you get away with it!"
"You bastard! You eat my food, use my things, I support you, and you talk to me like that?" My father
shoved me away.
"Don't forget what I said." I walked out of the office. I vowed to myself that one day I would
take over my father's business and make him pay the price he deserved.
A year later, I went to university in another province. During my four years of university, I worked hard to improve myself, made all sorts of
friends, and broadened my horizons. In my senior year, with money from my mother and my sister helping me
manage the business, we started a foreign trade company. At first, it was just a small-scale operation. But later, it became quite significant.
Since I was 16, I had never had a girlfriend. Before 16, I had only had a naive and innocent
relationship with one girl, and we had kissed. Perhaps because my mother satisfied my passionate desires during puberty, I
never thought about pursuing girls. By my sophomore year, my mother told me that I needed to find a girlfriend and couldn't continue like
this. My mother would get old, but I was still young. My mother forbade me to
have sex with her during my sophomore summer vacation so I could find a girlfriend. Although we sometimes couldn't resist, I never had sex with her
more than 10 times throughout my entire university year. After abstaining, I still didn't want to find a girlfriend. Until the day I
reunited , the long-lost feeling of love was rekindled.
My first love's name was Rong, a petite girl, the same age as me. She was only 155cm tall, but
her proportions were still very pleasing, a delicate little beauty, while I was already close to 180cm tall. We met again
one summer during my junior year of college. I saw Rong on campus. She was wearing a bohemian-style knee-length skirt with
a large black floral pattern, a white low-cut top that vaguely revealed her white bra, and her cleavage was beautifully peeked out
from the neckline. Her long hair flowed freely. She was mature, intellectual, yet still youthful and cute. If I had known you
would become so beautiful, I wouldn't have broken up with you back then. At first, I didn't recognize Rong. She called out to me first. I
was surprised; I was wearing flip-flops, soccer shorts, and a smelly t-shirt from playing soccer. A typical loser. Rong said,
"What? Don't you recognize me?" "
I recognize you, but I'm too shy to call out."
"Why aren't you shy?" Rong smiled.
"I remember you weren't this pretty. You're so beautiful now, I don't even dare to say I know you."
"It's been so long, and you're still as glib and frivolous as ever." Rong blushed, looking incredibly charming.
"Haha, I'm just telling the truth."
"What, aren't you going to buy me a drink?"
"Sure, but I'm going back to my dorm to take a shower first, I smell awful."
We exchanged phone numbers, and then I went back to shower.
While showering, my penis involuntarily became erect. I stroked it, thinking, "Poor thing, I wonder if I'll have a chance to satisfy you
tonight ." I fantasized about the innocent French kisses Rong and I shared back then, imagining Rong stripping naked and stroking
herself.
"What are you doing here?" Rong and I were sitting on a bench on campus, drinking milk tea.
"I came to visit a classmate, but they were out, so I just wandered around by myself."
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Yes." My heart sank; it was hopeless.
"But we're breaking up soon." There's potential!
"Why?"
"Nothing, I just don't feel anything anymore. Then why did you break up with me back then?"
"Ah...because I felt too much for you, I was afraid I couldn't take the responsibility, so I chose to let you go and let you find
someone better~"
"You're still so annoying. Always talking nonsense. Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No, a real loser, nobody's interested in me~"
"Nonsense, I think you're the one who doesn't like other girls."
"If I'd known you'd be this beautiful now, I wouldn't have broken up with you in the first place."
Rong smiled shyly, then suddenly snapped:
"Did you break up with me because you thought I wasn't pretty?"
"No, it's because I thought we were both too young to make it to marriage, so I
gave up . I know it's a bit childish, but that's really what I thought back then. I wanted to marry you, but that was obviously
impossible, so I chose to nip our love in the bud."
"You really thought that? You're so cruel. You have no idea how much I liked you back then," Rong said after thinking for a moment.
"Yeah, that's right, I'm very cruel, don't fall in love with me."
We looked at each other in silence, Rong smiled, and I smiled too.
We had dinner and a few drinks that night, and Rong was a little tipsy. Before I could even suggest taking her out, Rong suggested going to a hotel
instead , saying she didn't want to go back. Back in the room, fueled by the alcohol, Rong opened
up and told me all about her unhappiness with her boyfriend, burying her head and crying. I comforted her, and before long, we were embracing each other.
We're all grown up, and we obviously know what's going on when we book a hotel room. I didn't stand on ceremony, and slowly
stroked her , lifted her clothes, and touched Rong's fair and smooth skin. My penis immediately became aroused. I tugged at
the straps of her bra, took off her top, and a pair of small, white breasts popped out. They weren't very big, fitting Rong's figure perfectly.
Her young breasts seemed full of vitality, firm and shapely. Even without the bra's restraint, there was still a hint of
cleavage Her small nipples were pink—such beautiful breasts! I gently stroked them and said,
"Is it okay?"
Rong blushed and said angrily,
"You've already taken your clothes off and touched me, and you still ask this? You're doing this on purpose... Humph..."
"No, I'm asking if we can have sex. What if you just let me touch you and won't do it, or you're on your
period and can't do it? There are many situations."
"You... why are you so long-winded! I'm not in the mood anymore. Humph."
"Not in the mood anymore? Then let's not do it, let's go to sleep. I played a game of soccer this afternoon, I'm exhausted." I said
, lying down as if to sleep.
"You jerk! I hate you, I hate you!"
I pulled Rong into my arms, licking and biting her ear, saying,
"You said you didn't want to, but now you say you hate me, do you want it or not?"
"Ah... um... I... you really hate me..."
I licked her earlobe, teasing her earlobe, and grabbed Rong's little white rabbit with both hands. It was so firm and bouncy, but
the nipples were a little small. I like big nipples, they're easy to bite and taste good. I gently kneaded her little nipple with two fingers and said,
"Do you want it or not? Hmm?"
"Um... um... ah... I... I want it..."
"Want what? Touch it? Kiss it? Or something else?"
I lowered my head and took her little nipple into my mouth, my tongue slowly sweeping over it, waiting for Rong's answer.
"I...I...ah...I want it all, I want...I want to make love..."
I finally heard that. Others like to play hard to get with girls, but I prefer to tease them with words
while , making them feel wanton, which makes it easier for them to climax. I kissed her
lips, held her tightly, and pressed my penis against her lower abdomen. Rong was panting, and her hands were groping my back.
My hands slowly touched Rong's buttocks, slipped under her skirt, through her panties, and kneaded her buttocks. I said,
"You should have said so earlier! My dick has been hard for a while now, I can't stand it anymore, I want to make love to you."
I sucked Rong's tongue into my mouth, sucking on it, it was smooth and tender. After a while of passionate kissing, Rong's face was already
hot red. I got up and knelt between Rong's legs, putting my head under her skirt, her black lace panties,
so sexy. I smelled it; it had a slightly pungent odor, perhaps because she hadn't showered. Sometimes, the untouched smell is quite pleasant and can be even more
arousing. I started licking through her underwear, which was already wet.
As my tongue swept up and down, Rong reacted intensely. I lifted Rong's skirt, pulled down her underwear, and her private parts were right in front of me. There was
a large patch of pubic hair, and sparse pubic hair on her labia. Her labia were plump and a bit dark in color, not black. I
parted her labia to reveal her red vulva, which glistened with vaginal fluid under the light. I took it into my mouth, and Rong struggled
to get away. I followed and kissed her, holding her two white thighs tightly to prevent her from escaping. My tongue swept rapidly, and
Rong's upper body twisted violently. She grabbed my hair tightly with both hands and shouted:
"Ah! Hmm... Ah... Hmm... Ugh... Don't lick, it's dirty there, so dirty, no... I can't take it anymore
... Ah..."
I greedily sucked, my tongue probing inside her, stirring and sucking her juices. Rong slowly got used to it, stroking
her breasts and enjoying it with her eyes closed. Suddenly, Rong trembled, her vagina contracted, her legs stiffened, and her body
curled up. She had an orgasm, she had actually come from my oral sex. I took off my clothes, revealing my hard penis,
lifted Rong's legs and placed them on my shoulders, then penetrated her. Rong was still in the throes of orgasm, her vagina tightly contracted. I thrust forcefully
, wave after wave of pleasure washing over her. Rong screamed wildly:
"Ah...ah...no...I can't take it anymore, stop...I don't want it anymore...ah! ah! ah!"
"I haven't had my fill yet, let me have some pleasure."
"Ah! ah! No...it's too stimulating, so good...um...ah...you're going to kill me...
ah..."
I thrust vigorously, now only wanting to ejaculate the semen I'd been holding back for so long. I felt my testicles were already brimming
with sperm, about to explode. As I thrust, I said:
"Rong, where do you want me to cum?"
"Cum...cum inside, don't stop...hurry, I'm about to come again...ah...um...ah
..."
"I'm almost there too!"
I thrust hard and fast into Rong's vagina, shouting,
"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm! I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum, Rong, I love you... I'm cumming..."
I felt hot semen gushing from my glans, so much of it. Rong's vagina tightened again, like a mouth.
She greedily sucked on my penis, sucking my semen. I collapsed, holding Rong, our naked bodies
panting, deeply savoring that wonderful moment.
Rong and I took a bath together, and Rong gave me oral sex once, her technique was so-so, not as good as my mother's. We lay
naked on the bed chatting. During our conversation, I learned that Rong had been with three men, but no one had ever given her oral
sex. I was the first man to give her that service. And she didn't have many orgasms, and tonight
she had , something I'd never experienced before. I really owe it all to my good mother, who taught me so much about sex.
The longer a man lasts, the more impressive he is;
beautiful . Too long, on the other hand, can be uncomfortable. The most important thing is that there must be love and affection
to experience beautiful sex.
"How many women have you slept with?"
"You're the second..."
"What? The second? You're lying!"
"No... really... I've been cheated..." I pretended to be a pitiful little boy, snuggling into Rong's arms.
"It's okay, I'm here, I'll protect you."
That night we did it several more times, sleeping after sex, waking up and doing it again, over and over. My pent-up desires
were released, a night of unparalleled satisfaction. The next day, Rong went back to her school, a little reluctant to leave. After Rong left,
she texted me:
"Last night when we were making love, you said you loved me, was that true?"
It was obviously a lie. I didn't reply. I didn't know how to reply, I didn't know if I wanted to
develop . I felt a little lost. Could I really fall in love with a woman? Maybe I loved my
mother. During my junior year, I had an ambiguous relationship with Rong; neither of us made any promises. We'd occasionally meet up for sex—perhaps it
was a faint form of love. After my senior year, I started my own business and gradually neglected Rong, eventually losing contact altogether.
During my senior year, my sister and I worked hard on our business. When we earned our first pot of gold, we had a celebratory dinner.
I was 22, and my sister was 28. Since that incident four years ago, she hadn't
had a boyfriend and remained a single woman. We'd been drinking, and I'd grown bolder. I asked my sister,
"Sis, you're not getting any younger. It's time to find someone to marry."
"Mind your own business! You men are all the same."
"Well… there must be some good ones, right? Try dating one and see how it goes. If it doesn't work out, you can always find someone else."
"No interest." A hint of dejection flashed in my sister's eyes.
In the end, my sister drank too much and could barely stand. We went home, carried her to her bed,
took off her shoes, and wiped her face, neck, hands, and feet. My sister's little feet were so beautiful, each toe so tender, the skin
so smooth—I wanted to take a bite. Just as I was about to get up and leave, my sister grabbed me, saying,
"Don't go…"
I knelt by the bed, looking at my sister's flushed face. In the past few years, my sister had matured a lot. She had pressure,
unhappiness, and no man had ever been there to comfort her. My heart ached for her. I gently stroked
my sister 's hair and her face, saying,
"Go to sleep. I've poured you a glass of water by the bedside."
I got up to leave, but my sister sat up and grabbed me, saying,
"Don't go..."
I sat on the edge of the bed, but unexpectedly, my sister hugged me, saying,
"Little brother... what should I do... I've liked you... for so long..."
I was startled and at a loss, saying,
"Sister, you're drunk."
My sister hugged my face and kissed me, her tongue prying open my mouth and slipping inside. My tongue touched
hers, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. I pushed her away, saying,
"Sister, don't do this, you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk, let me hold you, don't push me away, don't leave me, okay..." My sister started crying,
hugging me and sobbing.
I also shed tears. My poor sister, I'm not a good brother. I slept with your mother. I'm not
worthy of your affection. Although we're not related by blood, we both know that if word gets out, we'll never be able
to hold our heads high again, and it will have a huge impact on your life. You don't know about what happened between Mom and me.
If you did, you wouldn't be able to accept it either. My sister cried herself to sleep in my arms. I put her on
the bed and covered her with a blanket. My heart was broken.
The next day, when my sister saw me, she avoided my gaze. It seemed she still remembered what happened last night. I could only
try to avoid her eyes as well. Outside of work, my sister and I could no longer chat happily like before
.
During my senior year winter break, the company was closed for the Lunar New Year, and my sister and I went back to Mom's house. Mom was 46 years old, but
she didn't seem particularly old. Since my mother forbade us to have sex when I was a sophomore in college, she stopped doing yoga and exercised
less. I could tell she'd become a little fuller, or rather, a little more relaxed. But she still possessed a
mature maternal charm. My younger sister is nine years old, lively and adorable.
She still loves to stick close to me, always following her brother around. She said,
"Brother, can you give Mom a massage tonight? She's always uncomfortable at night."
I was startled and quickly stopped her from continuing. I looked at my mother, who said,
"Dinner's ready, dinner's ready. Come on, bring the dishes."
I didn't realize that my sister had noticed the brief, strange exchange between my mother and me.
In the middle of the night, I couldn't sleep, tossing and turning in bed. I longed for my mother's body—her beautiful vulva, her
full lips, her superb oral skills… I quietly slipped into my mother's room and found she wasn't asleep yet. We
embraced, but because my sister was home, we didn't dare to do anything more. After my repeated insistence, my mother agreed
to go to a hotel. We went to a hotel far from home. I went in first and booked a room. After I got in, my mother
booked another room, and then I ran into my mother's room. That way, maybe no one would suspect anything, as long as
no one we knew saw us in the hotel.
Entering my mother's room, I couldn't wait to hug and kiss her. I said,
"Mom, I missed you so much..."
"I missed you too, son..."
Just as we were about to undress and get passionate, someone knocked on the door. I angrily shouted, "Who is it?"
"It's me!"
My mother and I were both stunned. It was my sister's voice. The burning passion instantly plummeted to freezing point. We knew
that whether we opened the door or not, the facts were already laid bare before us, and no matter what we did, we couldn't explain them clearly. All of a sudden...
My mother and son went to a hotel, and even if they weren't doing anything, something was wrong. My mother didn't know what to do and was anxiously waiting. I
was at my wit's end too. I opened the door and saw my sister standing angrily in the doorway. I said,
"Sis, let's talk about this at home. Don't make a scene here."
Without saying a word, my sister pushed me aside and rushed into the room, where she saw her mother. I closed the door, stood behind it,
and looked at the mother and daughter, feeling utterly despondent. My sister just looked at my mother without saying a word, then turned around, walked to
my side, raised her hand, and slapped me hard across the face. Tears streamed down her face. She opened the door and left, leaving my mother and me
bewildered .
That night, my mother and I had no desire for sex. We left the hotel one after the other and went home. I knocked on
my sister's door, but there was no answer. I opened the door, but she wasn't there. So I went out to look for her.
Where could she have gone so late? I searched several places we used to frequent, but they were all closed. Just then
, the phone rang. It was my sister. I quickly answered,
"Sis, where are you?"
"You brat! Get your ass over here right now!"

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