[A Passionate Younger Sister] [Author: Kerm] [The End]

(I)
Since my relationship with my mother began a few weeks ago, I've gradually gotten used to it. Whenever I need something, my mother tries her best to satisfy me, even though it's a bit frequent for someone my age. But young people's passion is boundless, and my mother isn't a woman who can be easily satisfied.
Of course, my relationship with my mother has to be kept secret because we also have to be wary of my younger sister, Debbie.
My sister is not yet nineteen, but she's precocious, with a curvaceous figure, especially her hips, which, although small, are pointed and perky, making her very attractive. However, initially, I didn't realize the changes in my sister's body; in my mind, she would always be a young girl who never grew up.
Somehow, my sister seemed to sense that my mother and I were hiding something from her. Fortunately, she hasn't really discovered anything yet. Although she's still young and can't control us, it would be bad if she found out.
My mother and I make love passionately whenever we have the chance—in the kitchen, in the bedroom, in the bathroom, and even in the swimming pool—there are evidence of our lovemaking. Of course, all of this can only happen when my sister isn't home. I liked the feeling of sneaking around, because it was more exciting than openly displaying my lust.
To me, my sister was still just a spoiled, nosy little kid who often ruined my and my mother's trysts.
Anyway, I never really cared about her. It wasn't until she was nineteen and went to university, the same school as me, that we had more time to see each other. But there were a lot of guys at school who seemed very interested in my sister. They were always hanging around her, guessing her real age and her various hobbies.
Whenever these guys bothered my sister, I would angrily step in and chase them all away without hesitation. It wasn't that I liked protecting my sister, but I felt they had no taste, being so shameless as to make a move on a mere immature girl.
I'm not trying to be evasive; in fact, in my eyes, my sister really was a spoiled brat. At home, she relied on my mother and me for everything; without us, she knew almost nothing and couldn't do anything.
However, she was indeed jealous of the close relationship between my mother and me. For someone as oblivious as me, failing to grasp the underlying meaning sooner was my mistake.
Two months passed like this. Sometimes, strange noises would come from my sister's room, but I paid no attention.
One night, I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling a bit hungry. Because my sister had been following me around like a shadow these past few days, I hadn't had much chance to make love with my mother, so I often woke up in the middle of the night, experiencing the emptiness and loneliness of the night. I decided to go to the kitchen to find something to eat. I thought it was so late, everyone else should be asleep, so I didn't put on any clothes and went downstairs naked.
Our house had two floors; my mother and I had our bedroom upstairs, and my sister's bedroom was downstairs, very close to the bathroom.
In the darkness, I groped my way down the stairs to the refrigerator; my sister's room was next to the kitchen.
As I passed through the hallway, I noticed that my sister's door was ajar, letting in a sliver of light.
Out of curiosity, I stopped and peeked inside.
Oh! I couldn't believe my eyes!
My sister was standing naked in front of the mirror, but she felt so unfamiliar to me. The snot-nosed little girl of the past is gone, replaced by a budding teenage girl.
My sister's chest now has two buds, their curves quite beautiful, whereas two years ago, there was nothing there. Her buttocks have clearly begun to develop, their graceful curves already outlined; her hips are wide, and if she had a little more flesh, she would be indistinguishable from a mature woman.
Although she still looks very thin, and is indeed still a child, there is a clear difference compared to before. In other words, she has begun to mature. Her thighs are no longer as thin as matchsticks, but quite rounded and full. Her back looks very soft, her spine is straight, and it no longer has that unsightly bulge as it did when she was little. I never imagined that my sister had developed to this extent without me noticing, completely different from the skinny little girl I remembered.
My sister stood in front of the mirror, gazing intently at her reflection, completely unaware that another pair of eyes were watching her from deep within the mirror. Through the mirror, I could see my sister's entire face, from head to toe. Where there used to be only her belly button, now the area is flat with a slight curve. Her once flat, board-like breasts have now become two sizable mounds, each adorned with two truly adorable little red hickeys.
What shocked me most was that her previously hairless inner thighs were now covered with fine, curly, pale yellow pubic hair, with a cute little slit running through them.
Oh! How cute!
In just a short while, my opinion of my sister underwent a complete 180-degree turn. The sister standing before me was now a young woman, a lovely, vibrant girl in the throes of puberty, no longer the skinny, unpleasant little girl she once was.
She was tall, quite beautiful, with a sexy mouth like her mother, and a pair of bright, clear brown eyes inherited from her father. All of this was already enough to leave me speechless, but what she began to do truly gave me a powerful shock.
My sister stood in front of the mirror, striking various poses, turning her body from side to side, seemingly admiring her young, naked body with a touch of self-pity. Then, mimicking a model in a photograph, she closed her eyes, her hands roaming over her chest, caressing her small, cute breasts. Her slender fingers pinched her nipples, gently rubbing them, her expression one of ecstasy. She bit her lower lip, emitting low moans. The scene resembled a porn star's desperate masturbation performance on television.
Standing outside my sister's door, watching this vivid and sensual spectacle, I was dumbfounded, unable to move an inch. I had never seen anything like it before, and now I was completely captivated, my penis unconsciously hardening.
My sister continued to caress her breasts until her nipples were fully erect. Her nipples weren't very large, and I couldn't see them clearly from this distance, but I could easily discern that her two originally red nipples had turned black.
Her hands slowly moved down, beginning to caress her entire body. Her hand slid over her flat stomach, down to her rounded buttocks, gently kneading and squeezing her hips. She lifted her right leg, her hand starting from her ankle, sliding up her firm calf, past her knee, down her thigh, and step by step towards her groin.
My sister's breathing quickened, and I panted along with her. I stared intently at my sister's young and beautiful body, somewhat unable to believe that she was so well-developed at such a young age.
As if rewarding herself, my sister sighed and slid her hand between her legs. Through the mirror, I could clearly see her middle finger inserted into the small cleft at the base of her thigh, gently and rhythmically moving back and forth. However, each time her middle finger only penetrated shallowly into the cleft by one knuckle before stopping, not going deep or stirring inside, but it seemed that this was already enough to satisfy her.
Of course I knew what she was doing, but I never expected that watching my sister masturbate would excite me so much. I watched with envy as her slender fingers moved freely in and out of that cute little hole, wishing my already painfully hard penis could take its place. I was thrilled by this lewd thought.
Oh, my little sister is satisfying herself with her fingers, and her brother is hiding and watching!
My sister released her breast with her left hand, pressed it against the wall, supported her body, spread her legs, bent her knees, and slowly slid her right middle finger into the crevice until her entire finger was buried inside.
I, who had been secretly watching, could no longer resist. I grabbed my penis and began to vigorously rub it in sync with my sister's movements, fantasizing that it wouldn't be my sister's fingers entering her narrow, pink hole, but my thick, long penis.
Under my gaze, my sister knelt down, her knees on the ground, supporting her body, her thighs spread, her fingers rapidly moving in and out of her little hole, looking completely absorbed.
I watched from outside the door, my eyes burning and my heart pounding. My penis was erect, and I pushed the door open a little more, sticking my head in halfway. Thankfully, my sister didn't notice at all.
It was truly a strange scene: my sister was lost in ecstasy, caressing her vulva inside, while her brother outside was watching and vigorously rubbing his penis.
About two minutes later, her thighs began to tremble, obviously because she had been kneeling for too long. I wondered why she didn't lie down on the bed; that would be much more comfortable. As if my sister had a telepathic connection with me, in a flash, she stood up and quickly got onto her bed, her fingers still inserted in her little hole.
As she lay down, her legs were spread wide in my direction—lucky me! This time I could see everything clearly between my sister's legs. Her fingers were still constantly moving in and out of that cute little hole. Under the light, her inner thighs glistened; it seemed she was quite wet.
The speed of her fingers' movements increased, her thighs were completely stiff, spread wide, and her muscles were taut. Her free hand was clenched tightly, her nails digging deeply into her palm. It seemed her orgasm was imminent.
Her breathing suddenly became rapid, her thighs and lower abdomen contracted and spasmed violently, and she made a "hoho" sound in her throat. When Mom and I did it together, she behaved just like my sister before her orgasm.
I had never heard my sister make such sexy, suppressed sounds before. She was obviously afraid that the sound would be too loud and attract Mom's and my attention, so she covered her mouth with the back of her hand, but the "ee-ooh" sounds continued.
Her buttocks were raised high, constantly thrusting upwards, and I could see drops of clear liquid dripping from her little hole.
My sister's body finally fell back onto the bed. Her breathing was still rapid, but her tense muscles had begun to relax. Her hands were casually placed at her sides, and she looked completely exhausted.
From my angle, I could see that her nipples and two lovely labia were red, but covered with mottled, clear fluid. My sister looked very satisfied and happy. As she turned over, intending to further stimulate herself, her head turned, and her eyes glanced casually towards the door.
Suddenly, her eyes widened. I was startled and realized that the door had been half-open, and most of my body was exposed to the light.
I stood there dumbfounded in the doorway, naked, my large, long, and hard penis erect. Due to the previous rubbing, the glans was extremely engorged and glowed red, looking quite terrifying.
My sister immediately shrank to the corner of the bed, her eyes wide open, half shy and half frightened, her lips tightly pursed.
Soon, she showed an expression of disgust.
"Get away!" she hissed, her voice soft but filled with disgust. "Get out of my room, you pervert! Get away!" I didn't say a word, took a step back out of my sister's room, closed the door behind me, and went back to my own room, completely forgetting about going to the kitchen to find something to eat.
Back in my bedroom, I turned off the light and collapsed onto the bed, but I couldn't fall asleep. Every time I closed my eyes, my sister's naked body would appear in my mind, along with the way she had been posing in front of the mirror.
In just over two years, my sister had really changed a lot; she was no longer the naive girl
she used to be. I had seen her naked before, but I had never had any adverse reaction. I never expected that I would have made such a fool of myself just now. Recalling the scene, when my sister discovered that I was peeking, although she seemed very angry, she didn't try to cover herself up. Instead, she spread her legs wide, as if afraid I couldn't see clearly.
Moreover, although she seemed angry as she told me to leave, her eyes were fixed on my enormous member, and the look in her eyes was more of surprise than anger.
Thinking about this, I couldn't help but feel excited. It seemed I would definitely let her see my penis properly sometime in the future, and very closely at that.
The next day, everything was normal, as if nothing had happened. As usual, my sister and I went to school after breakfast.
Mom always got up very early to make breakfast for us, even though it delayed her work.
In my memory, Mom rarely slept in the night before we had school, even if I had exhausted her the night before, she would still get up early to prepare everything.
When I went downstairs to the kitchen, my sister hadn't come out yet. She usually arrived before me, but today it seemed I had gotten there first.
"Hi, good morning! You look great," Mom greeted me.
"Hi, good morning! Mom looks even more beautiful," I replied casually, reaching my hand inside Mom's robe and touching between her legs.
My fingers easily found my mother's warm, moist labia. Oh! It turned out my mother wasn't wearing any underwear at all. My penis instantly hardened.
If my sister weren't home, I would have eagerly lifted my mother's robe, pushed her to the sink, and, as usual, vigorously fucked her wet, hot, hairy cunt from behind.
"Mmm...mmm..." My mother moaned as my fingers touched her, rubbing my fingers against her labia, saying, "Mmm...! Be careful, baby. Your sister will see. Where is she? Hasn't she come yet? She should be downstairs by now." "Ignore her," I said, gently stirring my fingers against the walls of my mother's cunt. "Maybe she's stuck in the toilet." "How could you say that about your sister!" My mother was a little angry and pushed my hand away from her cunt.
I deliberately licked my wet middle finger, and my mother smiled, her eyes fixed intently on the bulge in my shorts. She reached out and grabbed my erect penis, about to take the next step, when we heard my sister open the door.
"We'll talk about it later, honey," Mom whispered, then pinched my penis hard before letting go.
When my sister came in, she didn't even glance at me, going straight to her seat and sitting down. When Mom greeted her good morning, she just nodded. I hoped she would look up at me, but she ignored me completely, as if I didn't exist.
"Child, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Mom clearly noticed my sister's unusual behavior.
My sister just shook her head and glared at me.
Mom sensed something was wrong between us, but obviously thought it was just a normal sibling squabble and ignored it, going to prepare breakfast.
I stared blankly at the way Mom's full hips swayed inside her robe, cursing my sister inwardly. Why did she have to come in just when we were about to get down to business? However, in a flash, I remembered my sister's passionate performance last night, and I couldn't help but look at her with new eyes.
Hmm, it seems my sister is a bit lewd, just like Mom.
If I can play the right card next, maybe there will be unexpected gains, and it certainly won't be as simple as just seeing my sister's cute little hole.
Just looking at Mom's buttocks was already exciting enough, but now, thinking about my sister's lewd performance last night and my dreams for the future, my penis became even harder.
To hide my embarrassment, I lowered my head and pretended to eat, but my mind was still wandering.
My sister sat next to me, less than a few meters away; I could touch her knee with my toes. Thinking about how naked she was last night, my feet started to twitch. I continued to wonder what it would look like under her legs if I looked down at the table. Would she be without underwear, her pubic hair still showing?
I wondered if I should pretend to drop my napkin and sneak a peek while picking it up. But I quickly dismissed the idea, because I never use napkins; I usually use my shorts to wipe my hands. People would think it was strange if I suddenly started using one.
I looked up at my mother; she was facing the wall. I thought this was a good opportunity.
My sister had been watching me closely. Seeing me looking at my mother's backside again, she kicked me under the table, a little annoyed. I turned back and gave her a strange smile, continuing to eat my breakfast, but my mind was still contemplating how to get under the table and peek between her legs.
Oh, it seems a lot can happen in two years; at least your sister can change to an unimaginable degree.
Before, I only saw her as an annoying, irritating person I wanted to avoid at all costs. Now, I genuinely wanted her, I wanted to possess her. Although she was still very young, she had a beautiful, youthful body, and she was maturing rapidly. The day I could "pick" her wasn't far off!
I ate my food absentmindedly, but my mind was replaying the image of my sister's legs spread wide last night. Her labia were truly pink, looking very delicate, and the pubic hair on both sides hadn't fully grown yet, but it made her look even cuter.
I imagined what color her underwear would be if she wore it, and what kind of clothes she was wearing today.
Thinking this, I glanced up at my sister and found that she was also staring at me. Oh, the way she looked at me was exactly the same as the way I looked at her! My penis unconsciously became erect, and my thoughts somehow drifted to my sister's cute pink little hole.
We stared at each other for a while before I regained my usual disdainful expression when I looked at her. At the same time, I saw my mother's mouth move, and I realized that she was asking me a question.
"Hmm? What?" I asked.
"I'm asking you, what's wrong with you two? You both look so upset, are you worried the sky is falling? I see you're just busy putting seasonings into your porridge, but you're not eating any. And what about the milk I made? Why aren't you touching it? Kids, what's wrong with you two?" I muttered a few words, quickly finishing the ham and egg Mom shoved into my mouth. My sister also didn't say a word, just kept her head down and ate her own portion.
Mom didn't seem to mind our indifferent attitude; she was happy as long as we ate all the breakfast she made.
After we finished eating, Mom cleared the table and prepared our things for school.
I stared at Mom's trembling buttocks, wishing I didn't have to go to school and could stay home and spend some quality time with Mom. But every time I thought of Mom's hairy vulva, my mind would simultaneously conjure up my sister's pubic hairy little hole.
Oh, damn it! I can't forget what my sister looked like last night.
Although she seemed disgusted with me, I was sure she was just masking her inner fear—the fear of having incestuous thoughts. I was even certain she was excited too, that she shared the same desires as me.
Just then, a horn blared outside, and my sister and I jumped up simultaneously. It was Billy, who lived across the street. Billy and I were good friends, the same age, but he already had his own car, and he would give us a ride to school every day.
My sister and I rushed towards the door, but got stuck in the narrow passage.
"Get out of the way!" my sister shouted.
"No! You're blocking my way!"
We pushed and shoved each other, trying to get out before the other.
Suddenly, I did something mischievous, my hand sliding across my sister's chest.
Oh, great! My hand brushed against my sister's breast; although small, it was much firmer and more elastic than my mother's.
Just as I was reveling in this, my sister pulled back and punched my shoulder hard.
My mother came over, separated us, and then pushed us out the door. She gently patted our bottoms, telling us to stop fooling around. Mom had obviously seen our little antics; after pushing us out the door, she stood there lost in thought for a while.
It was another rather boring day. Sitting at my desk, the only thing I could think about was women's vulvas. Of course, I mainly thought about Mom's vulva; after all, it had been several days since I'd touched her, and the thought was exciting. However, my sister's pink vulva kept popping into my mind, and I couldn't shake it off.
Although I had a physical relationship with Mom, and I could enjoy her beautiful, mature body all the time, it didn't stop me from thinking about other women. After all, I was just a teenager in my early twenties, still very impulsive.
After school, Billy drove up and told us to get in his car.
His car was already full of other students, so after I sat down, my sister had nowhere to sit except on my lap. I didn't know if she would get in or take another car, but unexpectedly, she climbed into the car without hesitation and sat on my lap.
As she climbed on, I stole a glance at her thighs, which answered the question that had been bothering me during breakfast—I could vaguely see her pink panties. Just like at breakfast, my penis instantly became erect. When my sister sat on my lap, the head of my penis was pressed directly against her buttocks.
I had held my sister countless times before, and she had sat on my lap more than once or twice, of course, that was when I was little, but I had never felt anything. Now, I truly felt the pressure that my sister's buttocks and thighs were putting on my penis, making me want to explode.
As if to embarrass me, my sister's buttocks swayed from side to side with the bumps of the bus, making me even more uncomfortable, while she chatted with the other students on the bus as if nothing was wrong, occasionally flirting with Billy. My sister's buttocks
were moving a bit exaggeratedly, but I pretended not to care and listened to their conversation with interest.
When we crossed the street, Billy suddenly turned to avoid the red light, and everyone was caught off guard, their bodies leaning to the right. I was sitting on the far left, so I naturally grabbed the bike, while the others grabbed me. Reflexively, I wrapped my right arm around my sister's waist.
We only sat up straight when the bike was balanced. My hand accidentally slipped from her waist and landed between her legs, pressing against her slightly raised mound. A soft, warm sensation immediately spread through the back of my hand. I casually moved my hand away and placed it on her right leg.
My sister hadn't said a word to me or reacted to our physical contact, but when my hand touched her mound, her body suddenly stiffened; her abdominal muscles contracted and tensed, but she didn't move away. Only when my hand was on her right leg did she relax.
Afterwards, we continued talking and joking with the others, but clearly, neither of us was really interested in the mundane conversation. I was still savoring the brief contact, and I think my sister was savoring the same thing as me.
We arrived home, and I helped my sister out of the car. My right hand naturally reached under her buttocks and lifted her up. Of course, I'd done this hundreds of times before, but never had it felt like this. I could feel the elasticity of her slightly thin buttocks, and the softness of the deep cleft between them.
Oh! I couldn't hold back anymore; my penis was throbbing painfully.
I followed my sister out of the car, chatted with Billy for a bit about the basketball game that was about to start, and then said goodbye.
My sister was already in her room, and I ran in after her.
Mom wasn't home because her sports car was gone. She always worked late, and Dad had run off with his secretary, leaving behind a bill that Mom had to pay.
I went to the kitchen, grabbed a sandwich, and wandered around, munching on it. When I got to my sister's room, I saw her door was open. This time it was obviously intentional, since she must have heard all the clattering I'd made in the kitchen. My sister was sitting on her bed, wearing a bikini bottom and a nightgown over it.
Oh, it's only four in the afternoon!
(II)
I leaned against the doorframe, brazenly watching her. She pretended not to see me, and after a while, she looked up.
"Why don't you leave me alone for a bit?"
I just stared at her, focused on chewing my sandwich.
"Why are you always sneaking around, brother? You've been spying on me!" This time I nodded.
"Yes, I like to peek at you, little sister!" I said with a grin. "I often peek at you from outside your window and take pictures of you, but I never thought I'd be standing in front of your door... You seem to 'never' close the door." Her lips suddenly curled up, making her breasts bulge out of her nightgown, looking even more alluring.
"This is my room, you have no right to invade my privacy." "What privacy?" I retorted. "You leave the door open as if you're inviting the whole world in. If you really want to keep any privacy, then please close the door." My sister's face flushed red, and she jumped out of bed.
"Okay! I'll close it right away!"
My sister rushed over and tried to slam the door shut. Her nightgown was half-open, revealing her pointed, perky breasts, like two pink ice cream cones topped with two bright red cherries.
Oh, the fire in my heart was ignited again!
My sister slammed the door shut, and I quickly stuck my foot in the crack and used my shoulder to push the door open.
"Hey! Wait a minute, I'm sorry, little sister, I really didn't mean to upset you." She hesitated for a moment, and I gently pushed open her door and went into the room.
"I wasn't spying on you, after all, your door was open," I sat down on her bed, "Besides, could I see even more than last night?" My sister immediately glared at me.
"How dare you say that, brother! Wouldn't you dare say that to anyone else?" I got angry.
"Who says I wouldn't? You're too presumptuous, little sister!"
My sister softened and walked to my side: "Well, brother, you won't tell, right? Mom will be angry if she finds out." I knew Mom would understand, but this was my chance.
"Okay, I won't tell, little sister," I assured her with a smile, "It's a secret between the two of us, right?" I slowly unfolded my scheme, implying that she had no choice but to obey me. I would tell her what I was going to do, I assured her she would be very happy, and she would definitely like it.
“Besides,” I added, “you saw mine, and I saw yours. We saw just as much. After all, I’m your brother, you have to believe me.” I placed my hand on her thigh. She trembled slightly but didn’t pull her hand away.
“Listen to me, little sister,” I continued, “everyone does this. You’re not the first girl to masturbate, understand?” As I said this, I couldn’t help but laugh. I remembered the first time I saw my mother insert a toothbrush into her vagina. Of course, after I was born, my mother no longer needed a toothbrush.
My sister sat on the bed, head bowed, silent for a while, before taking my hand.
“I don’t know why I did that, brother, but I felt very happy inside, it felt amazing.” “I know what’s going on, little sister.” I gently patted her leg and began to gently stroke her thigh. “It’s natural.” My hand slowly slid up her thigh, feeling the warmth and smoothness of her thigh. My sister’s body was very stiff, trembling all over as I touched her. Her hand weakly grasped my wrist, but she didn’t try to stop me at all. My heart began to pound, because my hand was about to touch my sister's panties for the first time.
It seemed I had to go further!
"Brother," my sister whispered, her voice clearly tinged with fear, "No, no, don't..." I ignored her and continued to stroke her thigh, getting closer and closer to the edge of her panties. My sister's hands gripped my wrists, but she neither stopped me nor tried to guide me.
"Brother, I'm scared..." she finally pleaded.
I knew this was true; after all, it was her first time, and if I couldn't ease her tension, she would definitely refuse me.
"Don't be afraid, sister. I'm your brother, I won't hurt you. I'm just continuing what you did last night, don't you think it felt good?" She still kept her head down, but her chest heaved violently, showing her excitement.
"Yes..." she murmured.
"Then, relax, relax, if you keep being so tense, your brother can't do anything." I picked her up and gently placed her on the bed. She resisted slightly, then blushed and obediently lay down, her eyes closed, her body sprawled out. My heart began to pound wildly; I knew what I had prayed for was about to happen.
"Open your legs, sister," I said, trying to be gentle and calm, but a tremor still lingered in my voice.
My sister's eyes were tightly closed, her head tilted to one side, looking completely helpless, but her body was gradually relaxing, her stiff thighs softening.
I used a little force to open her legs. Her panties were pink and semi-transparent; her thighs were smooth and elastic like cream, feeling wonderful to the touch—truly befitting a young woman.
My hands slowly and carefully slid along my sister's firm thighs, feeling their smoothness and softness. I could feel the intense throbbing of the veins inside her thighs; her body temperature was rising rapidly.
Through the semi-transparent panties, I could vaguely see the slightly bulging cleft; it appeared hairless, but I knew it was actually covered with fine, soft, golden-yellow hairs—perhaps in less than two years, a lush forest would grow there.
My fingers slipped inside my sister's panties, slowly tracing the edge, making her gasp and her chest heave, but she didn't stop me at all. Although her body was trembling and she looked scared, she controlled herself well.
My experience from my mother told me that it was time to take off her panties; further teasing would only backfire.
So I withdrew my fingers and gently patted her mons pubis: "Lift your butt a little, sister." She lifted her buttocks slightly, and I reached under her buttocks, carefully pulling off her thin, seemingly easily torn panties. When
the panties were off her buttocks, I saw my sister's untouched virginity at such close range for the first time. The distance was incredibly close, much more stimulating than seeing it vaguely from the doorway.
The curves of her mons pubis were very soft, with fine pubic hair covering the entire mons pubis, but the pink labia were completely bare, making them very striking. My sister's lower abdomen was very flat and smooth, sloping down to curve gently into a beautiful arc where it met her slender thighs. Above this were two surprisingly large, tightly joined pink labia, forming a deep, folded groove that protruded from the mound. The groove looked very deep, the two sides joined so tightly that I couldn't see what was inside, but I knew it must be very moist and narrow.
I thought of my mother's vulva. Her vagina was lined with soft, black pubic hair, and it would secrete fluid with the slightest stimulation, making it constantly moist. The opening was open, making it easy to insert a finger. However, my sister's labia were tightly closed and hairless. Forcing entry would definitely hurt. At that moment, I unexpectedly felt a surge of pleasure from forceful penetration.
Thinking of my sister's cute little hole below that little groove, and how I could soon insert my already throbbing, thick penis, I was excited beyond control.
After I completely pulled down my sister's panties, she whispered to me, "Don't hurt me, brother! I'm afraid of pain!" "I'll be careful, sister! I'll be very gentle!" Of course, these were just words of comfort; I didn't intend to keep them.
What virgin's first time isn't painful? Although I had had sexual relations with my mother for several months, my sister was still a virgin. My mother couldn't possibly teach me how to avoid hurting a virgin. In fact, if my sister hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have even considered that a woman's first time could be painful.
Even so, I decided to be as careful as possible during my actions, lest I spoil my sister's mood. If things went wrong, it would be difficult to handle later. I placed my burning palm on my sister's vulva, my palm against the vaginal opening, and slowly, gently stroked it. I didn't want to act rashly. Although I had no experience, I knew that dealing with a virgin required patience. I should proceed step by step, reaching my final goal gradually.
My sister clearly responded to my touch; her body trembled slightly, and she let out moans, not from fear, but from excitement. Her body twisted back and forth, trying to avoid my advances. Her shoulders swayed up and down, making the two small peaks hidden under her thin nightgown appear and disappear, making me unable to resist reaching out and ravaging them.
I felt my lower body growing harder and harder, desperately trying to break free of my underwear. But I dared not stop stroking my sister's vulva to take off my own underwear, because I worried that might cause her to stop my further actions. So, I could only endure the pain of my glans being tightly constricted by my underwear and continue to caress my sister's increasingly aroused vulva.
My entire palm was flat against my sister's mound, my fingertips gently tracing her flat abdomen, and then I gradually increased the pressure of the massage. First, I slid my palm down the curve of the mound to between her legs, my middle finger gently tapping the shallow groove, then my palm slid up over my sister's vulva, using the back edge of my palm to firmly press and rub the cleft. Repeating this, I soon felt the heat emanating from my sister's area, and it became increasingly moist; I knew my efforts were making progress.
I massaged my sister's vulva more forcefully. Each time my palm slid over, I would squeeze my middle finger a little inside my sister's vulva, maintaining a limited level of stimulation.
My sister was clearly enjoying what I was doing; her legs were wide open and relaxed. My other hand wasn't idle either; it was on her thigh, stroking the inside of her thigh back and forth, while preventing my sister from suddenly clenching her thighs.
Looking at my sister again, I saw her eyes slightly closed, her face flushed, her nostrils trembling slightly, and her small mouth half-open, emitting faint moans. She was clearly enjoying my ministrations.
I decided to take it a step further, so I gently probed with my middle finger, sliding it into my sister's vagina.
Oh, my sister's vagina is so hot and tight! I couldn't wait any longer; I had to take a stronger approach!
I could feel that my sister's vagina was already very wet; the secretions, though not plentiful, were quite lubricating, viscous, and sticky. As my finger probed further, I encountered a thin barrier.
Oh God, it was my sister's hymen!
Because my finger touched her hymen so suddenly, my sister's body trembled reflexively, and she grabbed my hand, preventing me from going any further.
"Gently, brother!" she groaned, "It hurts." "Okay, okay!" I comforted her.
At that moment, a completely unfamiliar sensation enveloped my entire body. I don't think I truly cared about whether my sister would get hurt, nor did I care about anything else; I only cared about one thing—possessing her.
It was a wild, instinctive, or rather, masculine impulse. My sister had completely softened, was aware of being violated, and was already wet down there. What was I waiting for? I wanted to violate her! I wanted to fuck my sister!
Instinctively, my fingers plunged deep into my sister's vagina. My sister arched her back in pain, tears streaming down her face. She gripped my hands tightly, preventing me from taking another step, and at the same time, she couldn't help but scream. The sound wasn't loud, but it was chilling. I quickly pressed my body against hers and covered her mouth with my hand. She couldn't make a sound, but she tried desperately to push me away.
I held her tightly, my fingers still inside her, but my mind was filled with memories of our childhood. Back then, my sister liked to play horseback riding with me, of course, she was always the one riding me. I never imagined that one day I would be straddling my sister, with my hard penis pressed between her legs, my fingers controlling her vulva.
My sister's body twisted, protesting my broken promise, painful tears streaming down her cheeks, her eyes filled with a mixture of pain and anger. But she didn't really want to escape my violation; I could sense that because she had begun to respond to me.
My sister's thighs didn't close due to the pain; instead, they spread even wider, and she also raised her small buttocks to meet my assault, allowing my fingers to penetrate deeper into her vagina. However, she was undoubtedly angry at my sudden action, so she bit the hand I was using to cover her mouth, causing me to quickly pull my hand away in pain.
"Why are you biting me! Isn't this comfortable?"
"If you don't take your hand away, I'm going to suffocate, you idiot! And you're hurting me so much, take your finger away!" "I swear I won't hurt you like this again, little sister," I gently comforted her, "It hurts, doesn't it?
But you actually like it, right?"
"No! Take your hand away, or I'll scream."
"Then if I leave one finger inside you, but don't let it move, would you feel better?" "I... I don't know." "Okay, so how does that feel?" "It
feels much better. But don't poke too hard, or it will hurt a lot." I slowly moved my finger back and forth: "Does it feel better?" "Mmm... mmm, good, so comfortable, what, what is this feeling..." My sister panicked.
"Okay, if you can open your legs a little wider, I promise you'll feel even more comfortable." My sister shyly opened her thighs wider, making her private parts more prominent. Her small, hairless vulva looked like an open mouth, swallowing my fingers. I could even feel the faint suction from deep within that little "mouth."
Oh, it's a miracle I've been able to endure this long!
"That's good, little sister," I encouraged.
At this point, I could no longer bear the throbbing pain between my legs. I felt it was time to release my penis, which had been hard from the beginning. I stood up, pulled my fingers out, and my sister immediately grabbed my hand, somewhat reluctantly.
"What are you doing, brother?"
"Nothing, just want to give you a surprise," I said, taking off my clothes.
My sister clearly realized what I was about to do: "Oh, no! Brother, you don't really want to do that, do you?" "Oh, don't worry, I just want my little bird to be able to fly freely. It's been holding back for so long, it's so eager to fly. Look, like this." I suddenly pulled out my long-dormant penis. The newly released male symbol bulged out, pointing straight to the sky, radiating heat, the stubborn glans with its prominent veins, frighteningly red from friction with my underwear. My sister's eyes widened instantly, staring in disbelief, as if she had seen a venomous snake, a look of fear on her face.
"Uh... okay, okay. Brother, you're not thinking of using it to insert into your little sister's vagina, are you? I've seen some descriptions in books, and if I do that, I'll get pregnant." "Of course not, little sister," I shook my head. "What will I do if you get pregnant? I'll be locked up in prison for a thousand years, right?" "I think so too." My sister relaxed.
"I don't want to spend the rest of my life in prison just to make my cute little sister happy." After taking off my cumbersome clothes, I bent down and placed my palms on my sister's vulva again. I really enjoyed looking at my sister's vagina; it aroused me easily.
When my fingers squeezed into her vaginal opening, the two pink labia, which were originally tightly stuck together, would suddenly open, sucking in my fingers, and then a warm, moist sensation would come from my fingertips, making my heart flutter.
I pressed my body against my sister's body again, and she cooperated by opening her thighs a little more to make it easier for me to enter.
I inserted my middle finger into my sister's vagina again. This time she didn't resist, and from the sensation of my finger entering, I knew she was completely wet and slippery, without the obstruction I felt the first time.
I knew I didn't need to waste any more time. My finger began to move deeper, and this time there was no resistance. My finger rhythmically moved in and out of my sister's vagina, just like she had done the night before.
My sister reacted quickly; she began to writhe and moan beneath me, her hands gripping my back tightly.
With my other hand, I held my sister's small, lovely breasts. Her breasts were indeed still small, after all, she was not yet nineteen, but they had already developed to the size of a peach, just the right size to be held in my palm, soft, firm, and elastic—irresistible to the touch. I gently kneaded her breasts, savoring my sister's delicate skin.
"Oh...oh...this...is so good...brother...it feels so good...so good...brother...make your sister feel even better..." "Open your pajamas a little wider, I can't make you feel better through them." My sister wriggled beneath me, fumbling for a while before unbuttoning her pajamas.
If it were my mother and me doing this together, I wouldn't be able to resist tearing her pajamas open in less than five seconds, because my mother sometimes likes me to use a little force. But if I treated my sister the way I treated my mother, she might have a completely different reaction, so I wanted her to do it herself.
In just a moment, my sister had completely unbuttoned her pajamas, exposing her chest, leaving her slender figure naked in front of me.
"Wait a minute," I said, taking off my shirt as I did so.
"What are you doing, brother?"
"I'm going to take off my shirt and feel your breasts with my chest." "Just the shirt, brother, don't take off your panties!" "Okay, just the shirt." I took off my shirt, leaving my upper body naked. My panties, though not completely off, were pulled down to my buttocks, and my thick penis was free, ready to thrust in.
I held my sister in my arms; her body was burning hot, and the faint scent of her virginity wafted up, constantly stimulating my senses. My hands continued to tease my sister's vulva, distracting her, concealing my throbbing penis as it approached her entrance.
At this moment, the head of my penis was already pressed against my sister's vulva; it seemed nothing could stop my entry.
I remembered that I had promised not to insert my penis, but how could that be? Now I was already on the verge of death, and had no choice but to go. What promises? Forget them! I was going to give my sister a real touch! I was going to violate my sister!
Although it's the most ordinary thing in the world, I was still stunned when my sister's soft little mouth came to me. My sister took the initiative to kiss me.
A brother and sister kissing—this is not a kiss between ordinary men and women, it's an incestuous kiss! Oh! Just thinking about it is a hundred times more exciting.
My sister seemed very passionate, without a trace of affectation, natural and beautiful. Her thin lips were very soft and moist, and her kissing technique was also clumsy, but the passion was irresistible.
My tongue quietly slipped over, gently sliding over her lips and teeth. My sister opened her mouth on her own, and my tongue explored. My sister's kiss felt completely different from my mother's. How to describe it? It had a refreshing quality, a natural, wild, slightly rough, unrefined kiss. Her tongue was soft, moist, and sticky, and when it intertwined with mine, it almost made my soul leave my body. My sister sucked my saliva hard, her tongue passionately entwining with mine, as if she wanted to suck me in completely.
I felt her lower abdomen rubbing against my groin, making me unable to suppress the urge to violate her. Her hips swayed from side to side, allowing my fingers to give her stronger stimulation. Clearly, my sister wanted more intense stimulation; when my tongue entered, her lower body began to writhe restlessly, rubbing against my groin, her hands stroking my back, seemingly encouraging me to take a more direct and daring approach.
I felt her abdominal muscles contracting repeatedly; obviously, the existing stimulation was no longer enough for her. It seemed I should take my final step.
I increased the pressure slightly, forcefully kneading and squeezing my sister's breasts, while vigorously sucking on her lips, my body rubbing against her skin, stimulating her senses. Soon, her breathing became heavier, and her movements became more frenzied. Then, my fingers no longer moved slowly in and out, but began to stir forcefully and arbitrarily, intensely stimulating her vaginal walls, causing them to secrete more fluid.
I carefully added one finger into my sister's narrow vagina, then another, and to my surprise, both went in smoothly.
My sister clearly sensed my actions. She gasped, her thighs tensed for a moment, then relaxed, letting out a pleasurable moan.
My fingers began to try and pry open her narrow opening. It was incredibly tight; the muscles at the vaginal opening contracted repeatedly, gripping my fingers tightly, making it difficult to begin my work.
Each time I pried open her vagina, she cried out in pain, but she never made me stop, cooperating by opening her thighs.
I focused my attention on a protrusion inside her vagina, gently pinching it with three fingers, wiggling it from side to side, teasing and squeezing it occasionally. My sister was clearly very sensitive to this; she arched her hips, swaying them, her lower body rubbing against my wrist, making the contact between her vulva and my palm even closer, letting out bursts of pleasurable moans.
I took a deep breath, lifted my body slightly, allowing my waiting penis to enter my palm, guiding it to the entrance of her vagina, then lowered my hips, and my penis slid into her narrow vagina through the opening created by my fingers.
(III)
My penis penetrated very deeply, quickly exceeding the length of my fingers, and I immediately felt the pressure of my sister's narrow vagina. A warm, moist sensation enveloped my glans, and the muscles around the vaginal walls were soft and tightly surrounded my penis, making me feel like I was in heaven.
I quietly pulled my penis out slightly, thankfully my sister didn't notice that my penis had entered the forbidden zone she was so desperately protecting, and instead let out a happy moan. I knew she would discover my misconduct sooner or later, but because of the obstruction of her hand, my penis hadn't fully penetrated. I wanted to enter completely before she found out, so I suddenly forcefully spread my fingers outwards, and my sister immediately gasped.
"Oh, no, you're spreading it too wide, brother, you're hurting me." Using the passage opened by my fingers, I thrust my hips forward, and at the same time pulled my fingers out, my thick penis smoothly penetrated most of the way in, the vanguard disappearing into my sister's untouched little hole, completely merging with my sister.
At first, the younger sister didn't realize what was happening and even let out a happy sigh, but she quickly understood what was going on and her body froze completely.
"Brother, no! Brother, no, pull it out quickly!!!"
"Relax, little sister, this won't hurt you. I'll be very gentle, trust me." "No, pull it out right now!" My sister gasped for breath, struggling desperately to escape my intrusion, but I held her down firmly, not letting her move an inch. Although I didn't move my penis, it was deeply buried in my sister's tight vagina. I could feel the strong contraction of her vaginal walls and the slight tremors. As my sister struggled, there was relative movement between my penis and her vaginal walls, and the close friction between them gave me great stimulation.
"Oh, brother, please pull it out, okay? It hurts so much down there, you're really hurting me." My sister couldn't break free from my control and could only plead softly, but I was unmoved.
"The pain won't last long, little sister." I comforted her and assured her, but I didn't really know if it was true, because I had never been with a virgin before, and besides, I didn't really care if my sister was in pain.
My penis was only halfway in, and my sister's vagina was the hottest and tightest I had ever experienced. I didn't want to give up halfway. However, my sister was clearly saying one thing and meaning another. Although she was subconsciously resisting my intrusion, weakly pushing against my body and trying to push me away, her thighs were spread wide open, allowing me to penetrate her freely, and she showed no intention of actually asking me to stop.
If my sister really wanted to refuse me, she would have tightly closed her thighs and pulled her buttocks back, making it impossible for me to insert my penis into her body. Realizing this, I ignored my sister's weak resistance and focused on thrusting deeper into my sister's tight, hot vagina.
I gently swayed my hips to make it easier for my penis to enter. My sister really wanted me to stop at this point. After all, she was only nineteen years old, and no matter how much her body developed, it couldn't reach the standard of an adult. It was really difficult for her narrow vagina to accommodate my thick penis, since my penis was quite large, and it would be a lie to say that it wouldn't hurt if I forced it in.
My sister pleaded bitterly, her nails scratching my back until it was covered in blood, but I completely ignored her, my mind only thinking about how to conquer my sister. I grabbed her buttocks to prevent her from shrinking back and straightened her body so I could more easily complete my actions.
My sister was crying and struggling beneath me, naked. Watching her, I felt a strange pleasure. Was I a sadist?
Just then, I felt my glans touch a thin barrier, making me stop abruptly. I knew that was my sister's hymen.
My sister clearly felt it too, stopping her crying and looking at me with fear, as if saying, "No! No!"
I hesitated for a moment, then resolutely thrust forward. My sister's body trembled, letting out a short, piercing scream, tears quickly filling her beautiful eyes.
In that instant, I realized I had truly hurt my sister.
I had actually broken my own sister's hymen! Oh, had I really done something wrong?!
But this thought only lingered in my mind for two seconds before being dispelled by the pleasure of my penis completely occupying my sister's virgin vagina.
Filled with fear, listening to my sister's painful cries, I excitedly began to slowly thrust my penis in and out. The pleasure from the friction between my penis and her vaginal walls constantly assaulted my senses. I grew increasingly excited, and my sister's cries gradually faded, replaced by moans of pleasure.
My sister was responding!
After thrusting like this for a minute, I felt a warm flow as my penis withdrew. I instinctively realized it was my sister's virgin blood.
Somehow, I suddenly felt that things were going very smoothly, and that I was doing the right thing. I slowed my movements, gently guiding my penis in and out of my sister's young vagina.
My sister had been responding to my actions. She had stopped crying, tilted her head to one side, closed her eyes tightly, completely relaxed her body, clenched her hands, and spread her legs naturally, letting me take the initiative. Her face was no longer as pale as before, but flushed, her nostrils trembled slightly, and she would inadvertently let out sweet moans. It seemed she was lost in the naked contact she was experiencing, completely immersed in the pleasure of lust.
My penis had only just broken through her hymen, not even fully penetrated; just a shallow thrust was already bringing her unbearable pleasure. What would happen if I went in completely?
Her vagina was narrow, tight, hot, and lubricated; the sensation of entering and exiting was like ascending to paradise. I didn't want to cause her any more pain, so I was extra careful as I pushed further in, making sure not to hurt her.
My efforts finally paid off; my penis was completely swallowed by her tight vagina, and she showed no sign of pain. Her vagina was so tight, gripping my penis so tightly it felt like it was going to snap, almost making me ejaculate.
Fortunately, after several months of contact with my mother, I was no longer like a typical twenty-something boy who would give up after a few clumsy touches. I had learned to control my orgasms, and I wanted to give my sister a real orgasm because she seemed so eager for it.
I lowered my head and took my sister's small nipple into my mouth, beginning to suckle hard. My sister moaned immediately, her voice filled with pleasure. She no longer resisted me; instead, she wrapped her arms around me, her soft little hands stroking my back, encouraging me to give her more pleasure.
I gently bit my sister's nipple, my tongue softly licking back and forth on her nipple. It seemed my sister liked this, because her thighs were trembling slightly, and her breathing was much heavier—an instinctive reaction, but I knew my sister had already enjoyed her first time making love.
I gradually increased the force of my thrusts, and my sister's response was very enthusiastic. With each thrust, she would arch her hips to meet my movements, allowing my penis to penetrate fully. Each time I entered, our lower bodies would collide violently, making a "thump, thump" sound.
I reached behind her, lifting her buttocks so that each thrust would hit her hard and deep. My mouth left my sister's nipple, sliding down to her neck, where I licked it with my tongue, making her giggle and tickle. She couldn't resist, and her lips met mine, and we began to suckle mouth-to-mouth. This time, my sister's passion was much more intense than before; her tongue intertwined with mine, greedily sucking my saliva, while her lower body moved rhythmically, receiving my thrusts.
I loved making love with my mother like this, and now I loved this naked exchange with my wanton sister.
"Mmm...mmm...good...good...good, little sister!" Because of the kiss, I could only mumble, "Fuck you, little sister, brother loves fucking you, loves fucking your hot little hole!" "Mmm...mmm! I like it...brother!" My sister moaned, "Fuck me...oh...violate me...brother...oh...oh...fuck me hard...fuck your own little sister to death..." At this moment, my mind was filled with nothing but the thought of fucking my sister, and everything in front of me became filled with lust. My
movements became rough, with big ups and downs, each time my penis was pulled out, it brought out my sister's pink and tender flesh, and each time it was inserted, it buried my entire penis completely into my sister's narrow and wet hole.
My sister writhed happily under me, writhing and submitting, flattering me.
Our limbs were desperately intertwined, sweat and saliva covered our bodies and the bed, and our lower bodies were completely wet, covered with my sister's lustful fluid.
My sister's passion was astonishing; she seemed insatiable, constantly demanding more from me. I, in turn, thrust my penis passionately, wanting us to reach the peak of pleasure together. At this moment, we were both completely immersed in the passion of incest.
Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer. My penis swelled painfully, and with a forceful thrust, my urethra suddenly opened, and a gush of hot fluid shot out, my semen gushing out like molten lava from a volcanic eruption, quickly filling my sister's wanton vagina.
I ejaculated and ejaculated for a long time, until I completely filled my sister's vagina, and then I stopped.
We were both exhausted, holding each other tightly, letting the lingering passion flow through our bodies.
By then, the evening sun had already set. Suddenly, I heard a faint sound behind me.
I opened my eyes and looked up, only to realize that I had also forgotten to close the door. My mother was standing there by the door, watching us with a lewd smile.
Oh, what a lewd and embarrassing scene!
My sister and I were both naked, our limbs intertwined, I was on top of my sister, my penis still inside her vagina, milky white semen flowing from her vaginal opening, and our mother was standing by watching with a strange smile on her face. My
mother stood there watching us for a while, hesitant, unsure of what to do. Finally, she put a finger to her lips, signaling me not to make a sound, and then left, closing the door behind her.
My sister clearly heard the door close too. She opened her eyes, looked at me with a puzzled expression, and then looked towards the door.
"Brother, what's wrong?"
I shook my head and gave her a perfunctory reply: "Oh, nothing, nothing." I pulled out my limp penis, grabbed a towel, and wiped our bodies.
After our recent encounter, my sister's vulva looked red and swollen, her labia appearing even larger. She frowned whenever the towel touched it.
"Did you like it, sister?"
"Yes, of course I liked it, brother. If I had known earlier that it was so wonderful, I would have played with you every day." I smiled at my sister, lovingly stroking her pink vulva.
"Do you want to do it again, sister?"
"Of course!" she said happily, wrapping her arms around my neck. "Brother, I won't refuse you whenever you want." "That's called love, sex, sister!" I said, kissing her.
“Tell me I want sex!”
My sister giggled, a little shy. “I want sex,” she whispered.
“You’ll get your wish, my little darling!” I said. “You have no idea how charming you are, even though you’re still a child.” “Really?” She laughed happily and said, “How do you know so much? Brother, have you… uh… done this before?” “Don’t worry about it, sister,” I dodged the question. “I think we should get dressed, otherwise Mom will be back.” “I think we should be able to hear her come in.” “I don’t think so. I wouldn’t be surprised if Mom’s car was parked outside right now.” A look of fear flashed across my sister’s face. She quickly got up and looked out through the curtains.
“Oh God! Mom’s back, brother!”
“I know, hurry up and get dressed.”
My sister quickly put on her underwear. Suddenly she let out a scream, thankfully not very loud. I turned around and saw that my sister had noticed the bloodstains on her thigh. I wiped them clean for her and then opened the door so she could take a shower in the bathroom.
A moment later, I heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom, so I went to the kitchen. Mom was preparing dinner in the kitchen, and when she saw me come in, she gave me a suggestive smile.
I came up behind her, pressing my genitals against her buttocks.
"Feeling good?" she asked with a smile.
"Of course, but I can still have another round with you before dinner, Mom," I said, kissing her neck.
"What? You want more? You just finished with your sister, and judging from the way you two were just now, I thought you couldn't get up! How did she taste, baby?" "Not bad, but not as good as her mother!" Flattery never fails, and I complimented her, my hands kneading her full breasts through her shirt.
"You're such a sweet talker!" Mom laughed and scolded me.
I turned Mom around and kissed her passionately.
Mom rotated her hips, her genitals rubbing against my lower body, and she looked quite surprised when she realized that my penis was already hard.
"God bless you, my child! I've never seen you recover so quickly before! If this is because of what happened with your sister, I really hope you two can do it every day." Mom seemed genuinely happy.
My sister finished her shower, and Mom and I separated, but unlike our usual clandestine interactions, we exchanged knowing smiles.
Mom continued to play the role of a mother, showing no sign of having witnessed my sister and me having sex.
My sister looked completely different; she seemed much more mature, radiant, and beautiful beyond her usual innocent self. Every movement, every smile, was alluring, making me want to hold her and do it again immediately.
During dinner, my sister frequently gave me flirtatious glances. Taking advantage of Mom's absence, she leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I won't lock my bedroom door tonight, brother." She gave me an extremely lewd smile, then continued eating her dinner, completely ignoring my reaction.
After dinner, we watched TV in the living room. Mom and I sat on the sofa, while my sister, as usual, sat on the carpet in front of us. My eyes involuntarily fell on my sister's parted legs, imagining her tight panties taut over her wanton vulva, which I had just penetrated, reminding me of the tightness of her tender little hole accommodating my penis.
Thinking this, my penis hardened again. Mom noticed, reached over, and pressed down on the bulge in my shorts, vigorously rubbing it.
"Her ass is cute, isn't it, baby?" Mom whispered in my ear.
"Yes! And a very cute little hole, Mom," I whispered back, then unceremoniously grabbed Mom's left breast and roughly squeezed it.
"Will you go to her room tonight?" Mom looked at me with a half-smile.
"Aren't you jealous, Mom?" I said, my hand sliding inside Mom's skirt, touching her warm vulva.
"No, if you can satisfy your lewd mother's demands anytime, I don't mind if you give your lewd sister some time too. I'd like to join you two!" "What?" I was taken aback, my voice rising involuntarily. "You mean..." "Don't be so loud!" My mother was actually a little shy. "You're not the only one in this family who knows your sister has a small, cute ass, you understand?" I was stunned. I knew my mother was an extremely lewd woman; I'd been having sex with her almost every day for the past few months, but I never imagined she was also interested in women, or rather, girls. My mind flashed back to the image of my mother, sister, and me in bed together. Oh, this was the moment I was so looking forward to! I was excited and my blood was boiling. In fact, this possibility was entirely real, especially after my sister and I had an illicit relationship; persuading her shouldn't be too difficult.
"Okay, Mom, leave this to me. I'll go see her tonight, make her happy, and maybe I can persuade her to join our threesome!" "I have a better idea, darling," Mom said, rubbing my penis. "Why don't you come to my room first? I'll let you ejaculate once, so when you go after your sister, you'll last longer and make her happier." "Yes, Mom." I bit Mom's earlobe. "I'll come as soon as my sister gets into bed." "I'll wait for you, son." Mom said, licking my ear and giving me a sexy, seductive wink before getting up to go to the kitchen to wash the dishes.
It was still two or three hours before my sister went to bed, but she seemed restless. First, she took a shower, then walked back and forth in front of me in a see-through nightgown, fully displaying the secrets of her still-developing body.
Every time she moved, the see-through nightgown clung tightly to her two small, firm breasts, revealing the pink cleavage below.
Oh, so my lewd sister wasn't wearing underwear! As long as Mom wasn't looking, my sister would spread her legs for me to see.
Thinking about how I was going to fuck my sister's tight, hot pussy tonight, my penis couldn't stay calm anymore. Besides, I was going to fight Mom and sister at the same time, which made me even more excited.
Finally, at ten o'clock, my sister went to bed. Before leaving, she gave me a flirtatious wink, reminding me that she would be waiting for me tonight. I winked back and watched her sway her hips and disappear down the hallway.
A while later, Mom finished showering and went back to her bedroom. I waited two minutes, then followed her upstairs, my erection throbbing all night, heading to my "flesh and blood battlefield."
Mom lay on the bed, naked as usual, waiting for me. When I pushed open the door, her eyes fell on the bulge in my underwear.
"Come here, my darling son," Mom chuckled, "You didn't stuff a banana in your shorts, did you? I've seen a bulge down there since this afternoon. Come here, let Mom help my darling son reduce the swelling." I took off my clothes as I walked towards Mom, my eyes fixed on the base of her spread thighs.
Under the light, it glistened, clearly already soaking wet; it seemed I didn't need to do any foreplay.
My mother didn't look like someone who had given birth to two children at all. Her lower abdomen was still quite flat, and her labia, unlike those of most middle-aged women, weren't darkened by years of friction. They were still a bright pink, fresh and plump.
My mother must have masturbated earlier to get me into the mood quickly.
As I undressed, my mother flaunted her full, fat buttocks, shamelessly opening and closing her thighs, making a squeezing motion. Clear, glistening vaginal fluid dripped from her plump vulva, making my eyes almost pop out.
"Hurry up, baby!" It had only been a few days since we last did it, and my mother was clearly impatient. She said in a sultry voice, "Mommy wants to suck on my baby son's big ice cream first, come on." "I'm coming, Mommy, you slut," I said, holding my thick, long penis to my mother's mouth. "You're the star." My mother had one hand inside her wet, hairy vulva, giggling, looking extremely lewd.
When my penis touched the corner of her mouth, she immediately gripped it greedily, stroking it back and forth. Her slender fingers caressed the tip of my glans, and she licked my reddened head with her tongue. A tingling sensation instantly washed over me, and clear fluid immediately seeped from my mouth.
My mother lightly licked it with her tongue, her face leaving my penis. A thin, clear line connected us. My mother giggled lasciviously, looking at me with captivating charm. Her two large breasts trembled with her laughter, creating a pleasing wave that made my eyes burn, my heart race, and my mouth dry.
My hand slid up my mother's long, slender thighs, gradually approaching the groin. When my fingers touched her fine pubic hair, my heart trembled involuntarily, for my mother's secret place was right there. Although I had visited this place more than once, I still couldn't help but feel excited every time I touched it.
My hand reached forward slightly and touched my mother's plump labia. I caressed her protruding labia with abandon; they were soft, warm, and moist. My mother trembled and twisted uncontrollably from my touch. It seemed that my mother's masturbation earlier had been quite effective. With my caresses, her secret place was overflowing with lustful fluids, her entire vulva was completely soaked, and the entrance was very slippery.
I added fuel to the fire by raising my middle finger and inserting it into my mother's vulva, digging and probing forcefully, making my mother's face contort with pleasure.
"Oh...oh...child...so good..." my mother moaned loudly, her buttocks swaying excitedly from side to side. "So good...good son...oh...no...don't torture Mommy anymore...oh...oh...no...don't touch Mommy's flower...oh...please...faster...oh...faster, put it in...oh...Mommy's so hot down there..." "Mommy, it feels good, doesn't it? You're so hot down there." I skillfully used my middle finger to go in and out of Mommy's pussy, her two plump labia tightly gripping my finger, her flesh churning with my thrusts.
"Mmm...mmm...good...good...oh...oh...go in a little more...oh...good...Mommy's precious son...oh...oh...it makes Mommy...feel so good...oh...mmm...go deeper...oh..." Mommy's moans were incessant, her juices spraying all over my palm.
I followed Mommy's wishes, and my finger began to forcefully thrust in and out of Mommy's pussy.
My mother's vagina was as hot as a furnace, and the scalding wetness clung to my fingers, making them sticky. The soft, fleshy flesh around them gripped my fingers tightly, giving the sensation of inserting into a pile of cotton.
My mother was panting heavily, her buttocks thrusting upwards excitedly, matching my movements.
"Mmm...mmm...it's...so...perfect...child..." my mother moaned. "Good son...oh...oh...fuck Mommy's cunt harder...oh...oh...good...oh...Mommy is so lewd...oh...oh oh...so beautiful...Mommy seduces her own son...oh...oh...it's so beautiful...ah...oh oh...good son...Mommy wants more...faster...faster lick Mommy's cunt...oh...Mommy wants to cum too...oh...oh..." Even without my mother's request, I had already been unable to hold back. I loved licking my mother's wet cunt, sucking the alkaline fluid flowing from it, especially when she was extremely aroused, the secretion would greatly increase.
I brought my head between my mother's legs, and began to diligently lick her wet, throbbing vulva.
My tongue forcefully pushed into her tightly closed opening, immediately feeling the heat of her vagina. The scalding fluid made my tongue tingle. With a flick of my tongue, the fluid flowed into my mouth, and I swallowed it greedily. My tongue, restless, swirled around inside her, causing her body to tremble.
"Good job, son!" she cried out again, her genitals growing increasingly wet. "Lick...lick...oh...oh...it feels so good, Mommy...oh...oh...baby...good son...oh oh oh...this...is so...perfect...oh...Mommy's going to die...good son...oh...you're going to kill Mommy...oh...kiss...good husband...oh...oh...Mommy...no...can't take it anymore...oh...oh...I'm going to cum..." Mommy kept muttering, happily babbling in her sleep. I was completely captivated by Mommy's overflowing, hairy vulva, only knowing to wholeheartedly experience this familiar feeling and taste. Mommy's hands groped around, spreading open her vaginal opening.
"Oh...good son...put your tongue...in a little more...oh...don't...tease Mommy anymore...oh...Mommy can't take it anymore..." She panted, shaking her hips, pressing her entire vulva against my face, grinding it hard, urging me on. (
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