Endless waves of pleasure surged from his lower body. Yang Haoran felt a tingling numbness course through him like an electric shock. Were it not for his hands propping up his body, he would have collapsed onto the bed in utter bliss.
His sister’s little mouth was truly a soul-stealing treasure! He couldn’t help but marvel at it. The girl was far too skilled, like a seasoned massage technician from some high-end parlor, sending him floating blissfully on cloud nine.
Slurp, slurp…
Sucking sounds echoed intermittently. Yang Mengyao’s cheeks burned a rosy red as her head bobbed up and down. Her small mouth worked diligently on her brother’s thick cock, sucking and licking at the sensitive head from time to time.
Her lustrous black hair swayed like a cascading waterfall with each movement of her head.
Her delicate pink lips clung tightly to the shaft, sliding up and down its length. As Yang Haoran savored the service of his sister’s mouth, his gaze drifted to her chest—those trembling mounds that bounced like a pair of big white bunnies. From his angle, he could peer down the neckline of her clothes and catch a glimpse of the smooth, creamy cleavage nestled between them.
The sight left him parched and restless, his cock’s tip leaking a steady stream of fluid under the stimulation.
In those moments, he could feel the tip of her tongue pressing lightly against the slit, lapping up the secretions and drawing them into her mouth. He sensed that she quite liked the taste, though he had no idea what it actually was.
Yang Mengyao lapped at the pre-cum oozing from her brother’s cock head, a shy flutter in her heart. Yet the fluid’s scent held a fatal allure for her—the more she licked, the more she craved it. It was sweet, like melted popsicle, laced with a musky tang that mesmerized her.
The more she licked, the more entranced she became with her brother’s cock. At first glance, the massive thing had seemed terrifying, but now she found it not just adorable, but utterly delicious.
Yaoyao’s pure and pretty face flushed pink. Each time she took him deep, her cheeks bulged slightly on both sides. As her head bobbed with deep, rhythmic strokes, the bulges rose and fell in tandem. Fine beads of sweat began to pearl on her smooth forehead.
The thick shaft glistened now, coated in a sheen of crystal-clear saliva. Each time she pulled back, Yang Haoran could see it under the bright light—faintly gleaming veins along the shaft, connected by a glistening strand of spit to her lips.
The scene, paired with her innocent face, created a stark, intensely erotic contrast.
Yang Haoran grew unbearably aroused. Besides, he knew it was time to stop—much longer, and her oral attentions would push him over the edge. He hadn’t even tasted the main course tonight; he wasn’t about to surrender first.
“Yaoyao… Yaoyao… stop for a sec.”
Yang Haoran threaded his fingers into his sister’s soft hair, gently holding her head still until the bobbing slowed to a halt.
Yaoyao slowly released his cock. The thick length emerged slick and drenched, yet impeccably clean—cleaner than he could ever get it with a shower.
“Brother… what’s wrong?”
Yaoyao looked up at him, confusion in her eyes. She’d thought her sucking had felt good for him, judging by his reactions. Why stop now?
“Heh heh… Yaoyao, you can’t always be the one serving me. Let me return the favor.”
Yang Haoran grinned lecherously, his gaze greedily dipping toward the creamy cleavage at her neckline.
Before she could react, he tugged her onto the bed. In her startled fluster, he rolled atop her soft body, pinning her gently in place.
“Bro, what are you doing?”
Pinned beneath him, Yang Mengyao felt a surge of panic.
Staring into her frightened eyes, Yang Haoran felt a pang of heartache. He loosened his hold on her immediately, stroking her silky hair like fine satin. In a gentle tone, he soothed her. “Don’t be scared, Yaoyao. Just listen to your brother. I want to make you feel good too.”
Under his soft words, Yang Mengyao’s fear gradually ebbed. She calmed a little, pouting as she asked again, her voice tinged with dissatisfaction. “What are you going to do?”
“Heh heh… something to make my precious Yaoyao feel good.”
Yang Haoran grinned. “Yaoyao, now it’s my turn to taste you.”
Yaoyao eyed him in bewilderment, clueless about his intentions.
Innocent and sheltered, she had no exposure to such matters—no channels to learn about them. Unlike Yang Haoran, who at his young age had already devoured countless adult videos. He knew all the famous Japanese AV stars by name, having searched them up endlessly.
“Yaoyao, just lie still and let me take care of you. It’ll feel amazing.”
Yang Haoran reassured her as the seeds of desire took root in his heart, propelling him down a path he could no longer halt.
Seeing her obey and lie back, Yang Haoran held back no longer. Under her gaze, his two wicked hands descended slowly onto the high swells of her breasts. Fingers splayed wide, he cupped one in each hand, gently caressing the soft mounds.
“Bro… Brother…”
Yaoyao’s eyes flashed with shyness as she watched him fondle her chest, a nervous flutter in her heart.
“It’s okay, Yaoyao.”
Yang Haoran soothed her again. His large hands covered her breasts—one hand wasn’t enough to contain them. He stroked gently, trying to ease her fears. Even through the two layers of fabric, he could feel the tender softness of her young breasts.
After a while, it wasn’t enough for him. He told her to take off her top.
Though she trusted her brother, Yaoyao knew the boundaries between men and women—especially as siblings. She shook her head slightly in refusal.
Yang Haoran’s face darkened. “Be good,” he commanded sternly.
His expression was frightening, a side of him she’d never seen. Frightened and aggrieved, tears welled in her clear eyes. Her trembling hands unconsciously gripped the hem of her shirt, slowly pulling it up and over her head.
Great expanses of snowy skin were bared. Her flesh was smooth and tender as a baby’s, flawless as congealed cream. Her figure was graceful and lithe, her belly flat, her massive breasts barely contained by a thin white bra.
Under his cold tone, she shot him a glare but still looked aggrieved as she unhooked the bra. It slipped away, and her twin peaks stood proudly exposed, quivering in the air.
Atop each breast perched a small, cute cherry nipple the size of a peanut, erect and vivid red. The areolas beneath were pale pink, coin-sized, framing the pert tips.
The rest was a vast expanse of smooth, creamy breast flesh. Under the bright light, the faint blue veins beneath the pale skin were visible.
Her face flushed crimson, her upper body fully bared. Her voluptuous, perfect figure was on full display, every curve laid bare.
“Lie back, Yaoyao.” Hearing her brother’s slightly cold command, she reclined on the bed, but turned her head aside, her eyes misty with tears.
Seeing her comply, Yang Haoran breathed a sigh of relief, tinged with guilt. He dropped the stern facade, returning to his usual self. He didn’t rush to fondle her snowy breasts, though his heart yearned for it desperately.
“Yaoyao, are you mad?”
He lay on his side beside her, caressing her pure, pretty cheek and speaking in a gentle tone.
Yaoyao ignored him, still sulking. Her heart brimmed with grievance. If he’d asked nicely, she might not have refused—but his harsh order had hurt her deeply.
Yet she couldn’t deny it: from childhood, she’d depended on him, instinctively obeying his words. He held an irreplaceable place in her heart.
“Brother was wrong, my little Yaoyao baby. Forgive me?”
“Hmph…” At his wheedling apology, Yaoyao huffed, still looking away.
A response was progress. Yang Haoran persisted with his usual tactic, murmuring soft apologies, calling her “Yaoyao baby” and himself “little one” until her grievances melted away under his sweet onslaught.
Under his humble pleading, Yaoyao’s face softened to its usual sweetness. She knew his smooth words masked the same lechery as the boys at school eyeing her chest. Lying back, she pretended to still be angry. “If you want to touch, then touch. Don’t sweet-talk me. Do whatever, hmph… bad brother.”
She pouted, her face beet red, radiating girlish shyness and charm.
Yang Haoran knew his sister inside out. Seeing this, he knew she wasn’t truly upset. He wasted no time.
This pair of snowy, massive breasts was flawless—skin smooth and delicate, shape perfect, as if carved by nature’s masterful hand. Truly a pair of premium tits.
Yang Haoran let out a lecherous chuckle. His wicked hands each seized one of his sister’s pale, massive breasts, covering them completely. The soft, silky sensation left him savoring the moment, reluctant to let go. After caressing them lightly for a while, he pressed down with his fingers and began kneading her enormous tits. The snowy white breast flesh was incredibly elastic, spilling out from between his fingers.
Yang Mengyao felt her brother’s hands groping and squeezing her chest. She let out a soft whimper, her cheeks flushing a deep red.
“Easy… Brother.”
She bit her lower lip gently. Her clear eyes watched as her brother shamelessly kneaded and shaped the breasts she had always been both proud of and troubled by.
Yang Haoran ignored her words and lowered his head. He took one of her proudly erect, bright red nipples into his mouth, sucking on it delicately and savoring the taste. Meanwhile, his other hand continued to knead her pale, soft breast, his fingers pinching the sensitive bud and rubbing it between them.
He suckled the crimson cherry in his mouth like a baby nursing at the breast. Then he grazed it with his teeth, shaking his head side to side to tease and torment her tender pink nipple.
His sister’s massive breasts were undoubtedly top-tier. Lost in ecstasy, he relished their exquisite flavor. After finishing with one, he moved to the other, treating it the same way—like a puppy gnawing playfully at a young girl’s delicate, fresh nipple.
Yang Mengyao let out occasional whimpers, her face burning red. As her brother nibbled on her nipple, a tingling numbness spread through her body. Her limbs grew weak, leaving her powerless to resist as he feasted on and ravaged her breasts without restraint.
“Huuuuh…”
Yang Haoran buried his face in the deep cleavage of his sister’s breasts and took a deep breath. The rich, fragrant scent of a young girl’s milk filled his nostrils, and he exhaled slowly.
His warm breath washed over her exposed chest, making Yang Mengyao’s limp body tremble slightly.
“Yaoyao, you’re mine from now on, got it?” said Yang Haoran.
As if to prove his words, he opened his mouth wide and bit down on her rosy nipple, taking in a good portion of the surrounding flesh. With slightly more force, he left behind a mark uniquely his own—a set of teeth imprints.
“Ow…”
Yang Mengyao’s body shuddered. The sharp pain from her breast made her face pale slightly. Looking down, she saw a fresh red bite mark on her tit, the flesh around the tender nipple slightly indented in an irregular oval shape.
Seeing her brother lean toward the other side, Yang Mengyao’s face tensed. She opened her mouth to protest but hesitated, her eyelashes fluttering. Gritting her teeth, she closed her eyes and said nothing.
A few seconds later, pain flared from her other breast. Yang Mengyao clutched the bedsheets, her innocent face twisting slightly as she turned pale and bit her lip to endure it. Fortunately, Yang Haoran released her tender breast after a few seconds, leaving behind another red bite mark.
Yang Haoran admired his sister’s pristine white breasts, each now bearing a bite mark encircling her pink nipples. Satisfied with his handiwork, he grabbed his phone, opened the camera, and snapped five or six photos to save.
In the pictures, the girl’s pure, beautiful face was clearly visible, tinged with a hint of pallor that only added to her fragile, pitiable charm—evoking a desire to protect her.
Of course, he made sure to capture those perfect tits as well, including a close-up shot.
“Yaoyao, take off your pants.”
Yang Haoran gazed at his sister’s enormous breasts, slick with his saliva. Unable to resist, he delivered a sharp smack to one, the crisp sound echoing as ripples of flesh jiggled across the massive globe. A red handprint bloomed on the pale skin.
Yang Mengyao let out a muffled grunt of pain. At that moment, her once-pure maiden breasts were covered in saliva and bite marks—licked over and over by Yang Haoran.
One could say he had thoroughly enjoyed this perfect pair to his heart’s content.
Her brother’s rough handling left Yang Mengyao feeling deeply wronged, but this time, Yang Haoran—burning with uncontrollable lust—had no patience to comfort her. Her delicate, aggrieved expression only fueled a twisted sense of sadistic pleasure in him.
As her brother watched with aggrieved eyes, she slipped off her skirt and panties. Now, Yang Mengyao lay completely naked before him, utterly exposed.
Her graceful, alluring figure was on full display—curvaceous and flawless, her skin as white as snow. Finally, Yang Haoran laid eyes on what he desired most.
There, at the center of her plump, pale mound, was a tender pink slit. Due to her position, it had parted slightly, revealing the rosy little pearl inside and the two tightly closed red lips.
Sparse, soft fuzz dotted the top of her labia.
Yang Haoran’s mouth went dry at the sight, his cock twitching. Seeing this beautiful scene that pleased him so much, he softened his expression and said gently, “Yaoyao, be a good girl and spread your legs. Let Brother take a good look.”
The ferocity he’d shown while coercing her earlier was gone from his face. His tone was tender, his expression warm.
Yang Mengyao kept her eyes squeezed shut, her body trembling faintly. Though she couldn’t see, she felt her brother’s heated gaze fixed on her most shameful place. She turned her head away, not wanting him to see her flushed cheeks, but her long, slender white legs obediently parted, forming an M-shape as if welcoming him. Her pink slit quivered enticingly.
Performing such a humiliating act made Yang Mengyao’s face burn with embarrassment. The intense, unfamiliar sensation left her entire body limp and weak.
“Gulp.”
Yang Haoran’s eyes locked onto that freshly opened pink slit, which pulsed like a little mouth. Unable to control himself, he swallowed hard.
