I pulled out the bulging cucumber-like prick and grasped it tightly. Like it had life, the prick pulsed and throbbed in my hand, the large glans glowing with a ghostly light, scraping the tiger’s mouth. The floral silk dress covered my sister’s knees, and she lay on her back, motionless. In fact, I regret a little, my sister came to my city to do business, there should be more opportunities for intercourse, but her helplessness makes me soften my heart, soothing her to go to bed early, but I am in a difficult situation.
The small room, the stuffy air, next to his sister who had just come out of the bath and fallen asleep.
A few years ago, I began to masturbate and ejaculate with my sister’s intimate apparel, and once shot thick semen into the cups of my sister’s bra, and the snow-white cotton-spun soaked up the semen, leaving a yellowish trail. My sister found out and scolded me a few times. A few years earlier, I had tried to penetrate her, but the dried pussy was like a sun-dried eggplant, and I couldn’t do anything about it, and she was still an elementary school student that year.
Not anymore, plump hips, full breasts, all lying still beside me, she’s even starting to live together, the final cord has been loosened, I sympathize with what she’s going through but I’m still going to enter her.
I sat up and could see the flesh inside the crushed silk dress squirming as I breathed, and I wasn’t sure if she was really asleep enough to make a move. I was too timid or I couldn’t wait twenty years and not be able to lay my hands on her.
The prick had been swelling and was now starting to cool down gradually. I wanted to find her underwear first and masturbate once so that the next time could be longer. Even though I didn’t want her to wake up, I wanted my sister to be able to get off on mating with me. So I got out of bed, pretended to go to the bathroom, and when she didn’t respond, I crouched down and rummaged through the pile of clothes at the end of the bed for a change of clothes. Sure enough, pulled out my sister’s cotton bra, folded nicely.
I get aroused and I can’t get an erection on my ciliary cilia at this time of the day. Is it impotence if I suppress my sexual desire for too long?
The bra was milky white, the night diffused the scent of a young girl’s reserve, the cups ornamental lace pattern at the bottom, padded with sponge, soft and comfortable. I knew my sister’s breasts had been in an undeveloped state, but I noticed before the lights went out that they were at least half the size of a basketball. Now she was a real woman, shy and reserved, a high school senior, and in the daze of a recent graduate.
I held one cup at the base of my scrotum and the other gently covered my crotch, rubbing the glans in a circular motion. The limp cuntal lobe was bent and slowly and gradually reacted, engorged and hardened.
The glans pressed against the cups and swelled instantly, the shaft filling a hand, heavy and hard, picking up the bra like a flagpole and flaunting it in front of his sleeping sister.
I closed my eyes kozo, fantasizing about my sister’s plump breasts squeezing and scraping my pubic eyelashes, the glans kept hitting the cups, and the pleasure gradually filled up. About dozens of movements, cunt eyelashes jumped irregularly up, skyrocketed a circle, my brain blank, rushed into the bathroom, remove the pinched into a ball of bra, continue to use the right hand over the cunt eyelashes, thick streams of semen sprayed out, sprayed a wall full of tiles.
When I got back into bed, I heard my sister’s even, light snoring.
The bed shook as I lay down. My sister rolled over onto her side. I waited in silence, not knowing what I was waiting for. My sister’s snoring was gone, she didn’t move a muscle and seemed to be really asleep. I quietly rolled over and gently pulled up her nightgown, revealing more of her white thighs. I could already see my sister’s cotton triangle panties, the white bulge and the waistline were each half exposed.
The skin on her sister’s face was a little rough, but the flesh at the base of her thighs was delicate and snow-white, piled high with fat. A thin tricot covered the bulging mounds of flesh. I nuzzled my nose close to the intimate crevice and inhaled greedily as a soapy plus girlish body odor hit me.
“Hmmm ……,” my sister hummed suddenly, startling me so much that I shrank back like a snake, the tip of my nose brushing my thigh.
My sister woke up, touched her thigh with one hand and her private slit with the other, hazily trying to get up to see what was going on. In a panic, I grabbed the sheet and covered her nose and mouth with one hand. She reached out with both hands and wrenched them as hard as she could, struggling like a nightmare. I simply straddled her, my entire body crouching over her soft, writhing flesh.
After about two or three minutes, my sister let go of her hand and her whole body went limp like dough. I, however, felt like a century had passed, my whole body almost deflated, and hurriedly loosened my hands.
Lack of oxygen and passed out. I can do whatever I want with the sister underneath me.
I shuddered and broke over my sister’s curled up sideways body, soft as a beauty snake, her tiny waist taut, her ass fleshy, my other hand on her plump shoulder, and the darkness of the bedpan made a dull tumbling crash as my sister turned onto all fours.
I’ll pretend she’s asleep.
The hand on my shoulder wandered to my breasts in the crushed silk dress, and the silky soft touch came instantly from my fingertips. My prick instantly swelled again, tenting my panties. I quickly and clumsily peeled off my own panties and pressed my whole body gently up, my glans constantly pushing against my sister’s private parts through the silk dress, and several times I even felt it cave in and almost squirt out as it was caught in the warm mass of flesh.
Her sister’s breathing grew staccato, huffing and puffing, and her entire body began to squirm restlessly.
Resisting the urge to cum, I got up on my knees, lifted the skirt and pulled it up to her chest, then pushed it up, the whole silk skirt hanging around her neck like a scarf, revealing two bunny-like tits.
In the moonlight, my sister’s face looked infinitely bright and flawless, her face blades a little flushed.
I took off her panties again and covered her eyes, I was afraid that if she woke up and caught a glimpse of me, there wouldn’t be any wiggle room at all.
Then I bent my head and gently slurped on one nipple, rubbed and squeezed the other with my hand, and pressed my whole body up against it, feeling the warmth of my sister’s body heat and a torso that rose and fell like a mountain.
The prick, like a burgeoning cucumber, kept rubbing against my sister’s mare, gradually squeezing out a wet slit in a thicket of hairy flesh until the glans was bitten by the fleshy hole, and I didn’t move, quietly looking at my fainting sister.
It was the first time, I had coitus with my own sister.
As if sensing my sudden cessation of movement, my sister’s ass wiggled uncomfortably, carrying my glans from side to side. I began to thrust gently, the glans plunging in and out of the vaginal opening until her cunt was completely wet, and with a sudden thrust, I plunged my entire prick into my sister’s cunt.
Her sister’s entire body shuddered with it, and the panties that had just covered her eye kozo slipped down as she grunted out a long breath and both eyelids fluttered a few times.
I hurriedly pressed up, sealing her tender lips with my mouth, my tongue slipping into her moist mouth and biting her tongue, both hands holding her body tightly. The hard rising prick gently withdrew from my sister’s cunt, and plunged back in hard when the glans was encircled by a layer of rubber band-like flesh. My sister’s mouth grunted with this withdrawal from me.
I felt infinite pleasure.
I embraced my sister, and my thrusts gradually became more intense. The Simmons bed began to babble and shake, matching the motions of my sister and I’s thrusts, babbling and making a rhythmic noise.
The moonlight outside the window is still quiet, the next door creaked, a burst of broken steps, followed by the sound of clattering flush. That’s the beautiful girl I share a room with got up to go to the bathroom, she rarely has the habit of getting up in the middle of the night, could she have heard the lewd scent?
I got even more excited, imposing that excitement on my sister beneath me.
Her sister’s grunts went from intermittent to the beginning of a somewhat mournful sigh, the sound starting from her nose and coming out of her mouth, and her whole body seemed to be lost in dreamy pleasure now. Her two small hands gripped the mat and her whole body stiffened.
My glans was clamped down, hot, and the whole shaft seemed to be gripped by my sister’s cunt.
After a few seconds of thrusting, my sister let out a whoop and her whole body went limp, hot mucus rushing out of her cunt and pounding my glans. Only then did I pull out my prick, bringing out my sister’s orgasmic slime, and stabbed it in hard again.
Spurred on by my sister’s orgasm, my prick seemed to rise another notch.
I grabbed my sister’s tits with both hands, desperately kneading and clawing and tearing them, my lower body pistoning and thrusting, my mouth sucking on my sister’s tongue.
I let out an ahhh, and after a final heavy thrust I let out a torrent, my glans sinking into my sister’s cervix.
My sister’s legs clamped down on my lifeline.
I lay on top of my sister gasping for air, my whole body weak and limp with emptiness, feeling the glans bouncing inside my sister’s womb as the frog mouth squeezed out the last few drops of semen.
My sister sighed.
I can’t believe I didn’t hear it, it was an afterthought, and some years later my sister told me the detail herself.
After my orgasm had completely faded, I quickly cleaned up the scene, wiping my sister’s cum from her vaginal opening and her own lewdness, drool from her nipples and the corners of her mouth, put on my panties, lowered my silk skirt, and all was as it should be.
At least I think so.
The next day, I got up to buy breakfast as a thief, and when I came back, I found that the beautiful girl next door was actually sitting in the living room, looking at me mysteriously, asking: that’s your sister, isn’t it? I nodded noncommittally and went into my room.
Then my sister got married at lightning speed and had a son the following year. This may have been in their plans, as she had come here to get a marriage certificate, and her account was placed in my city. Years later, my sister still gratefully told me in bed that she thanked me for leaving her virginity to her husband.
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