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Chapter 29: The Unforgettable Heart
The siblings lay entwined, savoring the aftershocks of climax; the car cabin was steeped in a wanton air, and this brand-new Polo would never be pure again.
Sister stroked the sweat from his hair and murmured, "Do you know why Sis fell in love with you?"
"Why?" Qi lay atop her lazily, feeling her passage tightening intermittently around his softened shaft. The faint comfort made him give a few last gentle twitches, seeking lingering pleasure.
"Because the first time we slept together, you made me climax," she whispered. "It was my first orgasm in this life. Only then did I know how blissful sex can be. I could never forget you after that I kept wanting to be with you… all because what you left me with, besides pain, was joy."
"Didn't five or six men screw you before? None made you come? That's rough," Qi asked, surprised.
She flushed. "Maybe because of the condom… and because their identities made it impossible to get into it. It felt like a transaction. With you it was different I liked you at first sight, for no reason. And it wasn't a business deal. You brute went in bare, ramming and thrusting until I felt like dying and like dying from pleasure. That's when I realized 'making love' and 'having sex' aren't the same. From that moment, I loved you, wanted to have you, to be with you. Even learning you were my brother didn't shake it."
"So at the funeral home you jumped me again to steady your resolve, huh?" Qi chuckled.
"I panicked," she pouted. "You being my brother felt like falling into Hell. I wanted to reveal who I was and see how you'd react. But you little pervert didn't care in the least and just did me again. Then I knew: a scoundrel is a scoundrel I'd worried for nothing." She smiled bewitchingly.
"With a sister this pretty, I'd never let go." Qi kissed her; tongues tangled, breath grew wet and noisy. As he kissed, he kneaded her rich breasts, making the nipples swell red and stiff, flicking them with his fingers.
"Slipped out… and you still won't let go," she murmured.
"Let go for what?" he asked, mouth latched to a nipple.
"To clean up and get dressed," she replied softly, caressing his face and watching him try to fit half her breast into his mouth like a playful child, covering it in a sheen of saliva.
He let her glistening nipple pop free and pleaded, "Sis, one more time. It's been days I'm bursting… please?"
Her eyes twinkled at his wheedling. "Little lecher can you even get hard again?"
Qi considered, then rotated into a 69 despite the cramped space. Bent legs and awkward angles later, his limp shaft drooped by her mouth. She hummed, parted her lips, and drew him in, suckling and bobbing. One hand cradled his balls, kneading gently.
He lowered his head between her spread thighs and licked, tidying her tousled curls as if rinsed, then teasing her clit at the top of her seam. Finally he licked down her lips and, seeing wisps of milky semen still clinging to the rim of the hole he'd just flooded, hesitated then pushed his tongue in, slowly, giving her a deep, tender cunnilingus.
She hadn't expected him to lick the place he'd just filled. Feeling his tongue prying at the entrance, trying to slip into the channel he'd recently seeded, she moaned aroused and touched and her mouth worked him more eagerly.
In the narrow back seat, they pleasured each other. Soon Qi hardened in her mouth, and cool slickness welled again in Li Xia's passage.
"Little brother, what posture do you want to use to defile Sis's little pussy this time?" she teased, stroking him.
"Sis, kneel. I want you from behind," he said.
"Okay." She obliged, kneeling on the seat, raising a pair of ever-plumper, white, round buttocks for him. Her supple breasts hung fuller, a living sculpture of slim waist and long legs.
Qi knelt behind her, head tilted to avoid the low roof, and admired her luscious eighteen-year-old hips. He pressed himself into the rich cleft, nudged aside the soft lips, found the wet entrance, and slowly, gently eased through the tight ring. He sank in to the hilt, spearing her silken channel end to end.
"You've never been this gentle," she murmured in surprise. "You always rush in like it'll be stolen, shoving it all the way at once."
He chuckled. "We're in love now gotta be gentle."
"Mmm, this feels so nice. Is this what 'being in love' feels like?" She had never truly dated; the moment intoxicated her. "Then cherish Sis make love to me slowly."
"Yes, dear Sister." He gripped her plush young hips and began slow strokes, burying fully each time, kissing the depths until she cried out, while electric delight bristled his skin.
Watching her round, snow-white butt quiver with each meet of their hips, he felt a strange aesthetic rush. Women's bodies are beautiful. Sis and Aunt were both stunning, but different: Sis brimmed with youthful spring; her breasts and butt were round, tender, and bouncy. Aunt exuded a mature abundance; her breasts and hips were bigger, not fat, but luscious and full.
Comparing, he admitted Aunt's body tempted him more yet Sis's figure was flawless too, and he adored it.
Thinking of Aunt, jealousy gnawed. She'd been busy with matchmaking had she forgotten him? A beauty like her, carefree and bold how many suitors had shared her bed by now? He was thirteen how could such a woman keep chaste for him? She'd promised only him, but was that ever real? If he were truly her "little man," would she stay away so long?
Disappointment filled him. Gazing at his sister's raised bottom accepting his love, he felt moved. Sis was better though she'd been with five or six men, once she had him, she kept to him alone. Those others had been pure transactions, not a trace of feeling yet the weight of those few had crushed her heart for months, until today, when she finally broke free and came to him.
And Aunt? Likely far more than five or six. She herself had admitted one-night stands. Did she give a first kiss and first blowjob to him, as Sis had? Did she let only him finish inside? Unlikely.
He shook his head, his love for Aunt dimming, shifting more toward his sister. His lovemaking to Sis grew even gentler and sweeter.
She felt his tenderness and sighed, "Little brother, you're so good… Sis feels wonderful."
Her past experiences had been transactions; clients felt nothing, and she felt nothing for buyers just a bank card in a slot: insert a few strokes, out comes cash. She hadn't really needed money, just rebellion or laziness about asking. Even that flimsy basis made it crass. Before Qi, she was no longer a virgin and had seen five or six men, yet had never truly climaxed.
Now, feeling his warmth and love, she was entranced. Months of back-and-forth agony had finally brought her the tender sweetness she'd craved. So this is how lovely love tastes… Her eyes glazed not from lust alone, but from love.
Love is the finest catalyst. Feeling his devotion, she wanted him to feel good too. She began to roll her round hips, pushing back to meet his strokes, her heavy breasts swinging hypnotically.
Seeing her skillful motion, Qi couldn't help a stab of jealousy. "Sis, you're very practiced," he muttered.
Still high-tailed, she teased, "When men buy prostitutes, they want every pose. Sis learned them all. Sometimes I'd match their rhythm to make them come faster. Don't be jealous you've been told a thousand times they always used extra-thick condoms, never truly touched Sis. Just think of them as human massage wands. And there weren't many six, tops. Going to carry it forever?"
Her words sent fresh excitement through him. He thrust harder into her pillowy hips and asked, "With you so pretty, didn't you have repeat customers?"
She nearly burst. Glaring back, she snapped, "Repeat your mother! I was out at sixteen and by eighteen, besides you, I'd only had six men three a year, one every four months. You think I was a working girl? I never gave them my number how could they come back? I've told you a million times: Sis isn't a whore just rebellious. Want me dead to prove it?"
Feeling her wrath, Qi felt a bit wronged. He wasn't trying to cling to her past he was just curious, He blurting whatever popped up, especially in front of Sis.
To soothe her anger, he let go of tenderness and began thrusting with raw vigor. After a long build of gentleness, the sudden storm sent her surging to climax within minutes. She moaned, hips writhing, as cool jets pulsed from her passage; the clutching inner walls squeezed him almost painfully.
He sprawled over her back, savoring her aftershocks. Grabbing her heavy breasts swinging below, he kneaded hard, licking her ear. "Sis, feels good? Want it faster or slower, lighter or deeper?"
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