Ten years later, my sister brought her child to our date.

The little guy lay sprawled on the bed watching TV, quickly becoming engrossed in the cartoons and ignoring any attempts to talk to him. My sister said she hadn't washed her hair for two days and needed to, so she went into the bathroom. A moment later, the sound of running water filled the air, arousing my desire. Seeing that the little guy was already absorbed in the cartoon and enjoying the characters' affections, I went to the bathroom too. My sister hadn't closed the door; steam was seeping out from the large crack. I gently pushed it open. My sister was gathering her hair on her head, turning her head to see me, but she wasn't surprised. She said, "Don't get your clothes wet," while using her right hand to peek at the child through the blinds. Seeing that the child was completely oblivious to us, I felt completely relieved. I slowly took off my clothes, hung them behind the door, and hugged my sister from behind, pressing my lower body tightly against her buttocks. I rubbed back and forth between her thighs, immediately feeling her hot, wetness; her genitals almost seemed to have a suction effect, as if trying to pull my weapon in. I turned my sister around, gesturing for her to squat down. She understood, squatted down, grabbed my penis, and began to suck and swallow it freely. I reached out and peeked through the blinds. My child was completely engrossed in the television, while his young, beautiful mother was performing oral sex on his uncle through the glass. A dreamlike sense of happiness filled the bathroom… After a while, remembering my sister was tired, I helped her up, placed a large bath towel on the sink, helped her sit up, spread her legs, and leaned down to kiss her flower with deep affection. My sister groaned, holding my head, letting her wet hair cascade over us. Compared to the daytime, except for not daring to make a sound, we changed positions repeatedly, indulging in passionate lovemaking. The small bathroom was filled with boundless spring… I thrust into my sister's pubic bone until my genitals ached. Feeling that my sister had experienced two orgasms, I pulled her close to my ear again, our necks intertwined, and whispered to her: Who am I? Where are we? What are we doing? My sister tensed up, and with a hot breath, she whispered to me: Baby! Brother! Daddy, fuck me! I'm yours, fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! I lifted one of my sister's legs, adjusted my position, and thrust in again. With a series of powerful thrusts, I took her to the peak of passion! She clung tightly to my neck, refusing to let go for a long time. Until my back and neck ached, I tentatively tried to loosen my grip, but she tightened her legs again, twisting and turning, causing a burning pain in my glans after ejaculation. I couldn't help but let out a soft cry, and my sister giggled, so mischievous, so happy.
We got dressed and came out, the little guy still lost in his cartoon. We appreciated his understanding, talking quietly and not disturbing him, as a reward. Only when he became sleepy did my sister gently coax him to sleep. My sister has cultivated many good habits in the child, always guiding and teaching him in a soft voice; the child is full of dependence and obedience towards his mother. After the child fell asleep, we lay down in a close embrace, kissing and touching endlessly. Soon after, I thrust into her again, my movements swift and drawn-out, neither of us rushing for that final, breathtaking moment, like conjoined twins. I turned her to lie flat, keeping our lower bodies still joined, and kissed her nipples, gently licking, sucking, biting, and nibbling. She couldn't help but moan softly. In her sleep, the child stretched out a leg and placed it on her breast, sparking a thought in me. I lowered my head and began talking to her about the current trend of "ppp," "ppp," and "ppppp"... She scolded, "Are you trying to corrupt me?" I laughed, "Yes, sister, do you want to be corrupted?" She said, "No, I only belong to you, brother!" I said, "Don't you also belong to your husband?" She scolded, "Don't mention him at a time like this!" I said, "Use your brain! Imagine we're having a ppp, what would you do?" As she spoke, she pressed the baby's little foot against her breast... The baby suddenly rolled over and moved violently. She leaned down to support him, and I accelerated my thrusts. She opened her mouth and looked back at me. I felt a bang inside me, and I ejaculated!
Later, in our exhausted conversation, my sister frankly revealed that her husband felt both apologetic and insecure. He had said that if he met the right person, he could occasionally release his pent-up emotions, but he would have to take good care of the child. I was somewhat surprised. My sister also said: He knows about you. He knew several years ago that I had an admired brother in Xinjiang. He was jealous of you. He said he believed you wouldn't cross the line of friendship... Perhaps she saw the guilt on my face, because she hugged me tightly and said: I'm willing. I must give myself to you in this life, otherwise I'll regret it someday. Even if you don't come to see me, I will come to you someday. I won't compete with my sister-in-law for you. I won't let her know I exist, so it won't be hurtful, right? I'm not despicable, I'm not bad. This is my only wish. I can't help it. I'm too deeply infatuated with you. There's no antidote. I know I have to give myself to you. Brother, do you understand me? I was struck by my sister's heartfelt confession, and tears welled up unexpectedly, dripping onto her neck and breasts… My dear, affectionate sister, how profound is this love! How can I ever let go of this feeling? You must know, your love from afar is a debt I owe you from afar! My sister!

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