My Sister is in China

Hey everyone, welcome back. If you're just slipping into this story now, you're coming in way tooooooo late, trust me, you'll want to go back and devour the earlier chapters. Start at the very beginning, where the heat first started to build and the lines began to blur. It's raw, it's filthy, it's wild and every confession is hotter than the last. You don't want to miss the way it all started, the moments that led us right here, with everything about to explode.

So, my story is about to come to an end, well, at least this part of it. Let me tell you about the day before yesterday. My little sister and I went to one of those giant warehouse stores in Suzhou, like a Chinese Costco, but quieter in the back aisles where hardly anyone ever goes in these kinds of stores. We were supposed to be looking for snacks and gifts, but from the moment we walked in, it felt like a game. My sexy and now daring little sister brushed past me in the aisle, her ass pressing into me just enough to make my heart start racing. When I reached around her for something on the shelf, my hand brushed the soft swell of her luscious breast, the heat of her skin searing through the thin fabric. Her top was cut low at the sides, teasing me with a perfect glimpse of side boob; smooth, full, and maddeningly close. She didn't flinch; instead, she turned her head just enough to smirk, that slow, knowing curve of her lips like a silent dare, as if to say, Go on... see what happens. And oh boy, you can bet your left nut, I wanted to find out.

We found an empty stretch near the storage racks and one of those oversized shopping carts. My energetic sister hopped into it, legs dangling, skirt riding up high enough that I could see the soft curve of her inner thighs and revealing her lace-trimmed panties. I stepped between her knees, feeling the heat radiating from her. I kissed her, it was deep, longing and messy, her tongue sliding against mine as my hands disappeared under her skirt. I hooked a finger under the lace, dragging her panties aside. Again, the sight of my innocent little sisters pink, glistening, impossibly tight snatch really felt like snorting a few Adderall "Adderall doesn't count as drugs if you were prescribed them" (I really could look at her perfect little pussy all day and never get tired of it) and better yet, she was already soaked, so I did what any decent brother should do and I slid two fingers inside her, she bit down on her lip to keep from crying out. Which, might I add looked sexxxxxxy as fuck! I couldn't help but taste my fingers after, my sweet sister's juices taste so divine. Of all the flavors out there in the wild, this one has absolutely stolen the top spot for me. Her pussy nectar doesn't just stand out; it lingers, teases, and easily becomes my new obsession.

I couldn't stop. I pulled her hips to the edge of the cart, pushed her panties aside, and slid into her. The cart's metal rattled under us as I moved, her legs wrapping tight around my waist. Every thrust was a mix of panic and pleasure, knowing someone could turn the corner at any second made it even harder to stop. I wanted to come quickly but at the same time I wanted to hold on to my load as long as possible. It felt so nice having my dear baby sister cling to me, nails scratching down my back, cat-like, as always, her breath hot in my ear as she came. When her climax hit, she trembled violently, her inner muscles milking me until I spilled into her. Now, usually, I don't make many sounds when I come, but this time, it ripped through me so hard I wanted to shout like I'd just won something; it almost felt like the greatest single moment I've ever experienced.

Wow, we did have fun shopping, it was very memorable, and I know I'll replay that in my head a lot, but before I bore you too much, let me take you straight to the end point of my tale. Though, to be fair, it's a very real story... so maybe it isn't a tale at all. So, let me just move on to the last part of this confession.  Please forgive me father for I have sinned.

The final moment leading up to my sister's departure was tear-jerking. Believe me when I tell you that this made me feel more depressed than I have ever felt. My heart almost felt like it was getting ripped out of my chest each passing second, piece by piece.

My perfect little sister and I were in the airport parking lot, sitting in my car with her bags in the back. She looked at me like she was memorizing my face, and then she climbed onto my lap without a word. My hands slid under her shirt, feeling the soft, warm weight of her breasts (perfect in my head, mind you) in my palms. She started grinding on me, slow at first, then harder, until I couldn't take it. I pushed my seat back, unzipped, and my sister just sank down onto my hard cock, her skirt fanning around us. I have watched some upskirt sex scenes before, which are always hot as hell, but this was next level stimulating.

We moved together in this tight, frantic rhythm, her lips on mine, her breath breaking into little gasps as my hands dug into her hips. Her hair fell over my face, her scent mixing with the leather of the seat and the faint smell the airport, jet fuel, I suppose, drifting in from outside. She whispered over and over, "Just talk to her... maybe she'll let me stay... I don't care if we share you."

My sister's words sent a jolt of heat straight through me, and I slammed into her harder, driven by the raw hunger she'd just ignited. The leather seats creaked beneath us. My little sister arched her back, crying out as I hit that spot deep inside her, her new favorite spot, I'm sure of that, and her fingers twisted in my hair. "Fuck, don't stop," she gasped, her voice thick with tears. I could feel my sister trembling, not just from the orgasm ripping through her but from the raw, aching grief what came next. This was goodbye. Forever. Or maybe not.

I wanted to believe her, but I know my wife, there's no way she'd agree. And so begrudgingly, I told her she had to go, at least until I figured things out at home. We kept moving, clinging to each other like we could hold time still, bodies locked in a desperate rhythm until release crashed over us. I spilled into her with what felt like the most intense climax of my life, and then we just stayed there; panting, trembling, holding on as if letting go would break the spell.

I hate seeing my little sister cry but what could I do, after her tears started running down her angelic face? "I really don't want to lose what we have," she breathed, her lips brushing the edge of my jaw, her voice low and trembling with need. Her breath was hot against my neck, and I felt the faint graze of her teeth before she whispered, "I promise....either I'll be back... or I'll make you come to me."

My beautiful sister lingered there, pressing her body into mine for one last stolen moment, the curve of her hips fitting perfectly, her scent wrapping around me like a drug. Slowly, reluctantly, she pulled back, smoothing her clothes with shaking hands. Her watery eyes locked on mine (which almost broke me), unspoken things burning there, before she kissed me once more, deeper this time, as if trying to brand it into memory.

Without a word, she slid her fingers through mine, and we walked in silence toward the checkpoint...

Now I'm home. The bed feels cold. My wife's coming back in a few days, and I'm sitting here, rehearsing lies I'm not even sure I can say.

Maybe, probably, quite possibly, this will be my last confession to you all. I doubt you'd care to hear about me sinking my cock into my beautiful Asian wife, filling her tight, warm and glorious snatch with my seed. She's gorgeous, hot, sexy as hell and I love the way she takes me and lets me take her. But even I can admit... it's not the same. Not even close. There's no comparison, to making your freaking sexy sister orgasm over and over again (or giving her a nice oozing creampie) and I feel it in every beat of my chest.

But hey, if there is another story to tell, you can count on me coming back here to tell it to you.