【My Sister Eileen】(Part 1) Author: Hot Mom Wife

Author: Hot Mom and Wife
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(Part 1)

I have a younger sister, Eileen, who is exactly twenty-four years old. She got married before graduating from university to immigrate.
Forget about not having had enough fun, she's practically never had any fun at all.

As the youngest in the family, she's been pampered since childhood, with everyone protecting and caring for her. Even
as an adult, she remains innocent and naive, completely without guile. After graduating and starting work, she received her immigration notice, and a young
couple came to stay with me temporarily.

Eileen's husband is an engineer, and although his work involves traveling, she's practically an astronaut since she arrived.
Bored , she signed up for a local tour, saying she wanted to see the country for herself. She went for ten days and
returned excitedly, saying she'd made many new friends and showing me photos from her trip. I noticed that she was surrounded
by single men, and I figured they must have been after her astronaut status to harass her, their aim being to find
an opportunity intimate.

Eileen is naturally lively and outgoing, incredibly friendly even to strangers, and after her trip, she had several more
" soldiers" (men who are attracted to her charms). Since her marriage, my sister hadn't had any men pursuing her for a long time. With her husband away,
living alone in a foreign country, she felt incredibly empty. Suddenly receiving so much attention
brought .

I reminded her to be careful, but she said she'd already told everyone she was married and there wouldn't be any problems. She just didn't
understand that those random men weren't looking for wives; it was married women who were attractive. I tried to give her more advice, but in her mind
, men pursued women for love, and those who couldn't be together were just looking for friends.
She wouldn't listen to my advice at all. I couldn't tell her about my own experiences, so I could only let her learn from her own mistakes.

And so, she had invitations to eat, drink, and have fun every day, her schedule packed, which naturally made her happy.
One guy named Jay was especially persistent, always finding an excuse to meet her every day.

Experienced people know that while looks, money, and other objective conditions are important for attracting women, the most important thing is having free time and
the ability to invest time. Jay became my sister's good friend in this way, and even told me he was her male
confidant.

Even when there's no ulterior motive in a relationship, there's a risk of feelings developing. Now, some people are pretending not to care
. After getting to know each other, the boy keeps finding opportunities to make suggestive remarks, and the relationship quickly becomes ambiguous.

But my sister loves romance and thought she could maintain the boundaries of what she couldn't have. Sometimes, Jay would say
sweet words, making her feel smug. When he tentatively made some physical advances, she resisted,
but didn't seem offended. She crossed the line, and Jay skillfully pushed her away again and again. Eventually,
she lost her virginity to him.

After it happened, my sister asked me what to do. I needed her to explain the whole story before I could give her advice.
We talked all night, and what follows is her first account of what happened.

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Eileen's narration:

Sister, you know I got married early to immigrate. I gave my virginity to my husband before the wedding. He was my first
man, and marrying him felt like a given, so I agreed without thinking.

Back then, my husband doted on me and loved me, so I didn't think there was anything wrong. But after moving to Canada, I had no friends, and
he wasn't around, so I started to question whether I had made a mistake. Later, I made new friends and felt happier,
but they would always say things like they would definitely pursue me if I weren't married. I realized I had missed out on the fun of
being pursued, and I felt a little resentful. Then Jay appeared, pursuing me relentlessly despite my marriage. I
knew it was wrong, but I told myself it was just normal socializing, secretly enjoying the romance of being loved. But there's a price to pay for
a girl accepting a boy's advances. At first, he would just put his arm around me when we went out at night, then he
would kiss me goodbye on the cheek when he took me home. After I got used to it, one night he grabbed me outside the door and kissed me forcefully, even sticking his tongue into
my mouth.

I pushed him away and ran inside. Back in my room, I was still blushing and my heart was pounding, like a little girl. Jay
sent me a text message apologizing, saying he liked me too much and couldn't control himself. I didn't dare reply. I felt like
a child , afraid of being found out, yet also excited because it was the first time I had kissed a man other than my husband.
I tossed and turned in bed all night, finally falling asleep around dawn.

Since I met Jay, he had been very good to me, accompanying me everywhere I went, eating, drinking, and having fun. I had also
recklessly used him as my personal servant. I have a husband, and it wasn't convenient
for me to be seen with a man all the time, but thankfully no one knew me here, and my husband wasn't around. I was incredibly bored, and
it's always good to have someone care about me when I'm lonely.

I avoided Jay for a few days, and then I felt a sense of loss, starting to miss his gentle and considerate care every day.
Coupled with his constant pleading, I couldn't resist meeting him again. But this time, Jay knew my bottom line had been crossed
, so when we went out, besides hugging and cuddling, I would occasionally let him steal a kiss.

A few days later, Jay came to my house to watch a movie. We dimmed the lights and sat together on the sofa in the living room
. In the darkness, he gently put his arm around my shoulder, and I leaned gently against him. He chose a romantic movie
to watch with me, but Western movies inevitably involve sex, and when a steamy sex scene appeared on the screen,
my face instantly turned as red as fire. I could only stare at the TV, too embarrassed to look at Jay.

I felt incredibly uncomfortable, my heart growing increasingly aroused; after all, it had been months since we'd had sex. Jay had been
watching my reactions closely. Seeing my flushed face, pounding heart, and rapid breathing, he knew I was starting to get aroused and began his advances.

Jay first gently kissed my face, then whispered sweet nothings in my ear, expressing his hope that we could love each other like
the couple . A respectable woman rarely tolerates intimate gestures from a man unless it's for love, but
if everything is romanticized as sex for love, then the line is blurred.

"Hmm??" Just like that, I was dizzy from Jay's kiss, not only letting his tongue into
my mouth but also being forcefully sucked on, my tongue battling with his.

After a while of wet kissing, Jay's hands started to wander. He first pressed his hand against my chest, and as
a married woman, I naturally understood his intentions, quickly placing my hand on his to try and grab it.

"You're so attractive, don't be afraid, let me touch you a little from the outside, I won't go too far..." My hand...
I pressed down on the back of his hand, but Jay's hand continued to rub against my bra. For some reason, I didn't
try to pull him away. Maybe I naively thought that I could just stop him as soon as I felt he was going too far.

"Oh??" Jay continued to kiss me passionately while skillfully caressing my full
breasts through my bra. His constant playing with my sensitive breasts made my nipples instinctively erect with arousal.

"I love you to death??" Jay naturally had his own way of flirting with women. Every time he wanted to take things further, he would first
use sweet words to calm me down. His hand felt my nipples harden, knowing I was aroused.
He secretly used his nimble fingers to unbutton my shirt, and I
only realized what was happening when he pushed aside my bra and directly caressed my breasts with his fingers.

"You said you wouldn't do anything inappropriate, why are you taking off my clothes? Stop it!" Jay rubbed and caressed my breasts incessantly.
This direct touch felt so much better than rubbing through my clothes; my body immediately went limp,
and I was completely powerless, letting him take advantage of me.

"Ugh... Ugh... You're so naughty!" My modesty made me protest repeatedly, but I didn't do anything to protect
myself.

"Your nipples are still pink, so beautiful!" I heard Jay say this, and my face flushed again
. I shyly covered my breasts with my hands. But Jay's mouth murmured in my ear, and then he started
kissing my neck from my ear down to my neck. By the time I tried to push his head away, he had already taken one of my nipples into his mouth and
was .

"Oh my god?? No, I can't hold back anymore if you keep this up??" Looking back now, I think I was really
stupid. Saying that was just telling Jay my weakness.

"Don't be afraid, I just want you to feel comfortable. Relax and enjoy it." Jay went faster and
faster sucking on my left and then my right. I felt my breasts swelling and my nipples hardening!

"So wet, how long has it been?" Jay continued his assault, his right hand reaching up from under my skirt.

"Not wet??" I protested. Jay chuckled inwardly because his fingers had already teased my
inner thighs, using my love juice as lubrication to probe into my vagina.

"Ugh?? Ah??" Under Jay's relentless pursuit, my body was gradually conquered by him, and I reached orgasm on
the sofa with his hand.

That's how Jay's passion completely melted me. After the ecstasy, I was carried to the bed in a princess carry, my clothes disheveled,
and then everything happened as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He put me down first, then took off his own clothes and
unbuttoned my dress.

I lay there as Jay positioned himself, and when I saw him lean between my legs, I thought he wanted to see my embarrassing little hole,
but who knew he would actually kiss me with his mouth, something my husband would never do.

"Ah?? No...it's dirty there...oh ah!" It was really killing me! I never thought a man's
mouth could make me feel so ecstatic. I arched my back, holding his head, enjoying it ecstatically, and soon came again!

"Want it?" Jay pressed down on me and kissed me wetly again, spreading my legs to try and enter me.

"No?? No?? It'll kill me. Put it on the bedside table." I was still immersed in the afterglow of my orgasm, but
fortunately, I still had some rationality left in my dazed state, and I knew to desperately cover my legs with my hands to prevent Jay from entering.

"Okay, let's take precautions to enjoy it properly." With the prize almost within reach, Jay obediently got up and
reached for the bedside table drawer. But he accidentally knocked

the photo frame off the table. I naturally got up to pick it up, and immediately saw a photo of myself and my husband.
I felt incredibly guilty, and all interest vanished instantly. Jay tried to rekindle my desire, but I
couldn't forget my husband and continue playing with him. I cried and begged him to leave.

Jay sensed my regret and let me go, saying some sweet words before leaving, but I
couldn't hear them anymore.

After Jay left, I casually threw on a silk nightgown and tried to sleep. But
lying bed, I couldn't help but overthink. Thinking about my earlier entanglement with Jay in this bed,
my legs started to feel wet again. After all, it was the first time in my life that a man had licked my private parts with his tongue. The intense,
dizzying pleasure was indescribable. If the photo hadn't fallen, I would have let Jay do
whatever he wanted.

Thinking of this, my body felt unfinished, a burning desire made me
toss and turn . I struggled and struggled for a long time but still couldn't fall asleep, so I got up and went to take a shower, hoping to calm down. But
when the showerhead hit my thighs, the pleasure from the water jet reminded
me again of the pleasurable feeling when Jay's tongue licked me. I never masturbated, but today I actually
held the showerhead to my private parts, concentrating the water jet on my clitoris, using the constant vibration to push myself to orgasm.

"Ah!" The suppressed desire was finally released with my moan. After I finished, I dried myself off,
wearily put on my robe, ran to bed, and fell asleep immediately.

In my dream, I saw Jay again. We were entwined in bed, and he used his hands and mouth to
explore my erogenous zones. When he found my genitals were soaking wet, he asked if I wanted to have sex. I
shyly hummed in response, and he immediately thrust in. I felt his penis was as hard as steel, and he spread my legs wide. Then,
like a pile driver, he pounded and thrust wildly. After a few thrusts, I let out moans that sounded like crying, and then
I came. Then Jay thrust hard, penetrating deep into my vagina, and his semen filled my
uterus.

"Oh! Don't ejaculate inside?? It'll kill someone??" The dream was so realistic that I screamed and
struggled , then woke up.

When I woke up, my legs were tightly closed. I touched my genitals, and they were soaking
wet Was this because I was separated from my husband for long periods and my sex life was not satisfied, or was it because I had been
aroused last night but hadn't finished?

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