I am a twenty-one year old college senior studying accounting.
For sports, I am very fond of them, yet I also like to steal glimpses of beautiful women, especially glimpses of their sharp, beautiful breasts.
My sister, Annie, is three years older than me.
She was very close to me, my sister, best friend and half mother.
Our birth mother, who died eight years ago.
Dad remarried, started a new family and moved to another place.
I often took pleasure in admiring my sister’s beautiful face and voluptuous body, and was very jealous of the men who surrounded her and wanted to date her.
I knew they must have been dying for my sister’s flesh, wanting to grab the full peaks of those tits and suck on her nipples to make her cry out in delight.
Because, that’s what I want to do to my sister!
However, I was too timid to tell her how I felt.
When it was time for me to enroll in college, I deliberately chose a school that was closest to my sister’s residence.
That way, I can visit my sister and her husband more often.
About three years ago, after my sister’s marriage, she quickly became pregnant and gave birth to a strong, healthy little baby boy.
Shortly afterward, I went to her house to visit mother and son and saw my sister feeding her son… with her beautiful, high breasts.
For a moment, I could only secretly swallow my saliva as I watched the baby’s naughty little hands grasp the mother’s snow-white, smooth breasts and suck on the warm milk.
Around the age of one, my sister weaned the baby.
Shortly after this incident, my blessed brother-in-law was recruited by the Lord for a heart attack.
I often visited my newly widowed sister and was happy to do her the favor of taking care of the children for her.
One year later, my sister called me and asked me to come over to her house to help out with my nephew, Billy Jr. the night she was attending the reunion.
I agreed, and that night, I brought a few books with me to prepare for tomorrow’s test, but I never thought I would even get a chance to open them, because not long after my sister left, my little nephew suddenly cried and fussed and refused to settle down.
By this time, he was two years old and a very energetic child.
That night, he screamed incredibly and cried for his mom, repeatedly for hours without stopping.
When the sister finally returned, all she saw was a son who was crying loudly and screaming hysterically.
While listening to my explanation, she picked up her son and wrapped him in her arms.
Sister said, “I’m not surprised, ever since his father passed away he’s become this hysterical and there’s only one way to calm him down.”
She put her nephew on the couch, took off her jacket, shirt and then her bra, revealing her full pearl breasts.
Breasts full and strong, full of the maturity of a wife, creamy skin color, bloomed with a large circle of areola, pink nipples stand up.
My sister lifted her son up so that he could turn his head sideways to her chest, and my little nephew quickly grabbed the nipple, put it in his mouth, and began to suck on it vigorously.
I could only watch the scene in amazement, feeling an unprecedented excitement and thrill, my whole body trembling slightly, and the rod between my legs was so hard that it hurt.
The sister lowered her head and examined her son’s sucking, following suit and adjusting the position of her breasts to make each other more comfortable.
As her son’s movements quieted, her sister spoke soft soothing murmurs.
“Good boy! Good boy! Mommy loves Little Billy, he’s a sweet little boy, and Mommy will prepare lots of delicious milk for Little Billy…”
Then, once again, I was shocked to see that my sister, who should have stopped breastfeeding for a long time as Billy’s throat gurgled and moved, actually had milk in her breasts!
I stammered, “Sister… Sister… I thought you had weaned him for a long time!”
Sister said, “That’s true, but after the child’s father passed away, he was so devastated that he turned into such a manic state that he couldn’t stay still…”
“Didn’t you take him to the doctor?”
“Yes, but it doesn’t work, the child won’t take the tranquilizer.”
Sister said: “one night, I held the child to put him to sleep, he grabbed my chest, began to suck like a baby, followed by quiet, a few minutes later fell asleep, as if taking some magic potion, sleep until dawn. So after that, that’s all I used to keep him quiet.”
When my sister, with a red face on one side, recounted how she breastfed her baby, my heart was suddenly aroused by a passionate desire, and after a few moments of consideration, I decided to tell her everything.
I sat down on her side and said, “Sister, I envy your son so much, I’ve been wanting to do the same thing with him for so many years, can you let me suck on your tits?”
Sister seems to be frightened by my words, so there was a period of silence, soon after, her face seems to smile, slowly said: “If I do not let you suck, you will cry like a child?”
I nodded my head and said, “Yes! And even louder than him, it’ll keep you up all night.”
My sister smiled and looked away, the shy expression on her face lifting my confusion.
I immediately reached down and cupped her other breast, monkey squeezing and pinching it.
The milk-filled breasts were substantial, warm and full to the touch, and the swollen nipples looked like bright red wild berries.
I pinched the nipple and pinched it gently, followed by a mouthful of it with the entire areola.
Almost as soon as my mouth was on it, warm milk began to flow.
In just a minute, milk swelled my mouth.
Hey! Even now, looking back on it, it was still earthly good.
During those five minutes, my sister gently stroked my head and moaned softly, letting me lean against her soft breasts.
Shortly afterward, under the intense stimulation of both breasts, my sister had her first orgasm.
Slipping her hand between her sister’s legs, she explored that charming honey hole, and realized that it was already covered in sticky love juice.
The continuous sucking has made my sister as horny as I am.
Peeling back the two fiery honey lips, I gently twisted her sensitive nectar, and my bold finger-rape maneuvers teased my sister to the point of hunger.
Sister’s eyes were shining and she sighed softly, “O… mmm… this feels… why is it so beautiful… little brother… I want you to put your thing in…”
We put our sleeping nephew on the couch and followed together into the bedroom, eagerly undressing each other.
Naked, I stared at her high breasts and occasionally glanced at the blonde cilia-covered delta between her legs.
Then we both collapsed on the bed, hugging and kissing passionately.
My sister nonchalantly gripped my cock and stroked it up and down; I buried my head in her chest and pecked away at every drop of sweet milk that flowed out of her breasts as they were squeezed.
At this moment, I suddenly thought that I must be dreaming; or else I had gone to heaven.
My sister laid down flat on her back and pulled me to her, actively guiding the rod into her slick pussy.
Like a young, strong bison, I began to spur and run vigorously on this fertile land.
The two sisters and brothers were like a pair of hungry lovers, panting and moaning in ecstasy during coitus.
As I shot my cum into her fiery womb, my sister shuddered and spasmed violently, wrapping her arms around me and shedding tears of joy.
When I was done, I wrapped my arms around her and lay down on the bed.
My sister told me that she hadn’t had sex since her husband passed away, and she was extremely pleased with my youth and skill.
She was afraid of STDs, and even more so of AIDS, so, at this moment, my sister wanted me to promise her that she would only be my only bed partner as long as we remained in a sexual relationship.
I made a serious promise and then begged my sister for sex once more.
The coitus was long, meticulous and passionate.
I made my sister lie on the edge of the bed and fucked her from behind in the doggy position, while grabbing her two beautiful breasts hanging in the air and squeezing and squirting milk from them.
After that, it was me lying on the bed, my sister smilingly straddling me, her mare gripping the hard rod, panting and writhing.
My sister was riding on my waist, going up and down, making all sorts of obscene gestures of shaking her hips and tits, when she suddenly lowered her body and moved her white breasts, which were dripping with milk, in front of me.
I grabbed it nonchalantly and sucked on it, my sister’s eyes were full of joyful smiles, and in this atmosphere, we once again climbed to a spiritual climax.
Enjoying the aftermath of my orgasm, my sister and I chatted and both of us were quite surprised that the breastfeeding accident had ended up leading to a good relationship between us sisters and brothers.
Of course, my powerful sucking stimulated my sister’s milk secretion even more substantially.
She said she loved the paralyzing sensation of filling her breasts with milk and then letting it trickle out, attached to a contraction of her uterus.
Now, I am 100% convinced that human breast milk is the most powerful aphrodisiac on the planet.
After this, I moved out of the dormitory and officially became the man of the house, the new father of my children, and the bedmate of my sister.
In the warm care of a normal family, the child’s depression was cured, and the elixir he was taking naturally became a tonic for me, giving me a great deal of strength in bed.
We were sisters and brothers living under the same roof, living like newlyweds, enjoying passionate lovemaking every day and not even getting out of bed on Sundays.
After one of the pleasures, my sister brushed my chest and whispered that she wished she could have a child for me too, the sooner the better, so that she could have another person to help share her gushing milk.
I’m certainly happy to comply.
That’s what we’re working on tonight…
[End of text]
-Ancient Snake Miscellany.
It’s been a while since I’ve seen you all again, so I’ve managed to catch some time and get a little something to share with you, so I hope you enjoy reading it.
After the change of work environment, the translation time becomes more, but posting is very inconvenient, can only ask someone to post on behalf of the current is extremely annoying, I hope to be able to fix the local dial-up here as soon as possible.
The posting is not easy, but the receipt of the article is quite convenient, just, recently the chaotic faction in Yuan Yuan seems to be quite suppressed, let a person is very chagrined ah! The old generation of chaotic faction celebrities, I probably know where to go, in any case, is the West Mile clattered.
Recently, my big sister said that she would take a break from writing for a while, and my brother Nujia also said that after writing about the tigress, he would be a spectator from now on. If all these words are realized, the flowers worth mentioning in the flower garden of the chaotic faction will almost wither away.
It’s a shame that this is happening, but maybe some people will see it as a way to correct the social climate and be happy about it.
All the famous artists on the stage, I still collect articles every day and look up on time.
Brother Fan, your fantasy lore is truly to die for, and I love it very much.
Brother Yakumo, you’re a god, so I hope to see a filler for your work soon.
Brother Nujia, you are both chaotic and abusive at the same time, you are exactly a member of my generation, don’t give up lightly!
Nuts, you’re dragging your feet! I’ll kill you one day!
Brother Fallen, I have been paying attention to your articles for a long time, and when I finished reading White Tango, I was deeply touched. Perhaps, you should change your track, don’t touch the subject of adaptation and abuse, you will have greater achievements.
To adapt popular characters, we must be prepared to withstand considerable pressure, if you do not want to offend too many people, the writing style must be euphemistic, such as the big sister, her writing Bai Su, from the beginning to the end in line with the personality of Ni Kuang’s writing, the whole article, but also did not lose their virginity to other people, so the wandering spirit of the article half of the opposition voices, but instead of the adaptation of the classics praised by everyone.
But White Tango is also quite a mature work, and your plot layout and elegance of speech are talents that are extremely rare in Yuan Yuan right now. However, you seem to have a shortcoming, that is, you are too unrestrained.
You’re too in love with your characters to abuse them, so you’re just not suited to abuse.
Too unforgiving of criticism from netizens, you’re even more in a dilemma when it comes to the use of borrowed characters, so I’m afraid that an adaptation is not for you.
Regardless of which type of article, if you can stick to the end, there will always have their own vote of die-hard readers, if every piece of fear of people’s words, do not dare to go to the end, in the end, will only offend both sides of the people, in vain to leave a tiger’s head and snake’s tail of the infamous only.
Brother Odin is a good example, the response to Evil’s latest episode only broke the record within nine pages, but he completely ignored it, and those who didn’t like the live-action adaptation wouldn’t have liked him anyway; the readers who originally belonged to him wouldn’t have given up on him just because of the number of people who cursed at him, and that’s why his status is still standing to this day.
Either way, victory belongs only to those who go to the end.
Your work in describing the girls is excellent and the man Rykov comes to life.
“You’re forgetting that I’m a dude, and dudes are generally good shots.”
This dialog alone reveals you to be quite a creative writer.
Perhaps after Haiyan, you might want to consider changing the runway so that you don’t get criticized by fans of the original for your control over adapting the characters; and you don’t have to make the story a four-way street because you can’t be bothered to abuse the women.
You are a talented writer, and I really don’t want to see a talent like yours disappear in a big tirade.
Finally, I’d also like to say a little bit about my thoughts on the adaptation.
Since this is an adaptation, it is only reasonable that people would ask for a resemblance to the original characters. For those who advocate that an adaptation should deviate from the original work in order to have novelty, they may as well take a look at the Taiwanese TV drama, Wu Qianlian’s African Little Dragon Lady, when the scriptwriter gloated, “Who says Little Dragon Lady can’t wear black”, we even dropped our tea cups in our hands.
That said, that novelty is also there, Wu Qianlian’s little dragon lady, Ren Xianqi’s Yang Zi side by side, just like a mother and son filial piety picture, add some music, is simply a real-life version of the Pei Pei Loquat Cream, if there are netizens to use to write the text, said his adaptation is extremely novel, is Yang Zi and little dragon lady mother and son incest novel, that is also quite beautiful, but can accept the friends probably not much!
Too much talk is nonsense. If you look at it, I’ve said too much this time…