My Sister is in China

Time for another update about my adventures with my sister and my wife. For anyone new here, quick disclaimer: my sister is 22, almost 23, my wife's 26, and yeah... I'm the older one in the mix. Just so we're all clear before I dive into the story. I don't want anyone getting the wrong idea.

Last night I did something I can't stop replaying in my head, and I don't know if I'm more ashamed or addicted. Admittedly, though this has been happening a lot since my sister is back in the US, and I'm still over here in China.

My Asian wife and I had just finished some crazy, wild sex. While we were smashing, I kept slipping in those lines.... "Wouldn't this be so much more fun with another girl?" and "I think it would add so much more passion, make it deeper between us." To my surprise, she was getting into it even more this time. Instead of her "maybe" or "I'll think about it", she said that if she meets a friend who's into the idea, she'll try to talk to her... or if I know someone, she'd consider it. I was already stone hard, while buried deep, in her wet, majestic snatch, but I'm sure this made me grow just a little bit more.

She fell asleep almost instantly afterward. Deep down, I know that tomorrow she'll probably deny she ever said any of that, but I can't help thinking it's slowly working its way into her mind. And quite soon she's going to tell me "to make it happen".

Now, I'm one for really trying to set the scene for you all, so let me pull back for a moment and give you something that's not even about sex. The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, laying silver streaks across her bare shoulders as she slept, her breaths deep and steady after our lovemaking.

I should have been satisfied, content, exhausted. I should've just curled up beside her and snuggled. But instead, I reached for my phone.

That's when I saw her message. My tantalizing little sister, my secretive amazing sex bunny, that had to depart a little over 10 days ago. I've known this cute as fucccccck girl my whole life, but it wasn't until, as you know this summer when she came to visit me that things got... complicated. My wife had gotten uncomfortable with her (being around me), so she went back home, but now there she was, online. Wide awake on the other side of the world, wanting to talk.

One message turned into another, and before I knew it, I was slipping out of bed, careful not to wake my wife, and heading for the living room. It was late night here, daylight there, and that small detail alone made the whole thing feel even more surreal.

At first it was just catching up, but the conversation started heating up faster than I could control. The longer we talked, the more I wanted. I'm 1000% sure you know exactly what I was craving. I also knew exactly how wrong it was, my wife asleep just a thin wall away, the nature of wanting my own, very real, by blood, sister, but the risk (as is always the case with my sister these days) made my pulse race.

One of the questions my sister asks me is why I'm not sleeping but her face had this grin that was wicked, familiar, and said everything. She also asked if I had just fucked my wife, her sister-in-law, very playfully, of course. I told her "I just in fact did" and "I wanted to have some fun with her also" and "I can probably recover very quickly, seeing her perfect little body". And with that my hand already slid down to my cock.

It was like I made a command, which in truth, I didn't, but my sister was already obeying. My sexy little sister started spreading her legs wide against our parent's couch cushions, the camera zooming in until her glistening pussy filled the screen, pink and swollen.  I told her that I wanted the camera closer, and she angled her hips, offering every intimate detail; the flutter of her entrance, the slick shine of her arousal. Now, three things got me really hot here, one, that she was following all of my heart's desires without hesitation, two, she is my freaking sister and three, I love close-ups of sweet, sweet pussy! So, I stroked myself quickly and then slowly, as I'm watching her draw circles in her clit, moaning my name, and calling me big brother, which might sound a little cliché, but it's still a huge turn on!

When she tells me she's about to come, oh boy, my whole body lit up. I live for that moment. I'm obsessed with her sexy honey pot in every way. I can't even begin to articulate the way her love juice sprays from her little kitty, but it's amazzzzzing! I kept my eyes trained on her tight pussy as she squirts. I know I said it once, but I'll say it again I love watching her shower everything in her pussy's path and when it splashes on her phone, oh,my gush!

Sorry, for my compulsional (not a real word by the way) urge of trying to help you visualize my experiences.

Her back arched, thighs trembling as she rubbed faster, crying out as she squirted in thick, pulsing streams that soaked the couch, the towel beneath her and her phone.

The sight made me grin, and for a moment I felt like I was floating, completely high on the danger and the intimacy of it all. I even stopped touching myself, not wanting to ruin that perfect, suspended feeling.

On impulse, I pushed things further. "Go outside," and "take your purple dildo" I told her, not even sure if she'd listen. And yes, I know that she has a purple dildo as that was a gift I got for her when she left China; we also gave it a name. Part of me expected her to laugh it off. But instead, she surprised me.

My sister gave me this irresistibly cute look, wide-eyed, a little scared, yet clearly intrigued. Then, in the sexiest whisper, she breathed, "The backyard? Now? It's... exposed." The way her voice trembled, balancing between nervousness and desire, sent a shiver through me. It wasn't just her expression that turned me on, it was the raw mix of fear and arousal laced into every word.

Then, without a word from me, she rose. The camera trembled or wobbled as she moved away, her body a mixture of confidence and playful daring. She spun lightly through the hallway, letting the lens catch glimpses of her perfect B-cup sized breasts and her nice smooth round ass as though she knew exactly how much to reveal and how much to hold back. She really knows how to tease me, making  my blood pressure sky rocket with  anticipation. What I'm trying to say is that my sister is probably a divine sexual goddess. She knows exactly, the right buttons to push.

From the closet she drew out her secret toy. The thick, veined purple silicone dildo, its glossy surface catching the dim light. My chest tightened as I watched, my pulse racing in time with the sway of her hips. Man, I really wish I was there with her, seeing her dance around naked was another level of pleasure, if I was there, I would have pinned her up in the hallway outside of our parents bedroom and fucked her till she was ruined, I would have loved to feel her come all over my cock.

Hell, I'm sorry once again, thinking about last night, my sister and everything is turning me on, again, and getting me sidetracked. I'll stop that and continue on...

At that moment, I'm still in a state of shock and being extremely horny and then she slid open the glass door and stepped barefoot onto the patio, her phone steady in hand, giving me a view that still leaves me breathless. When she lowered herself onto the patio bench, adjusting the angle so I could see clearly and in focus, it was more than an exhibition, the whole scene felt unreal, like I had crossed into some fantasy I'd never dared believe could happen. I mean, truthfully, I never expected any of this shit to happen.

I probably don't have to tell you this another time, but my sister is intoxicating. Maybe not just my sister, maybe all sisters would be. The pleasure, physically and emotionally, of getting sexual gratification from/with your sister is unparalleled.

I used to think I was just an ordinary, normal guy, that nothing this extraordinary or mind you, taboo would ever touch me. But this summer... this summer is proving I was wrong.

I apologize; I got lost once again. Here's more fulfillment for you.

My sister set her phone up, shifted the camera downward, angling it between her legs, so I could see her clearly, every little detail illuminated. I couldn't look away. The sunlight glistened on her bare folds as she spread herself open, revealing the slick, creamy, wet pink intimacy of her pussy. I'm tightening the grip around my cock pretending its inside my sweet sister and I tell her "Now, dildo inside. Slow... then fast."

The danger of it all, both for her and for me, had me hooked.

And then, just like that, it all collapsed. Our parents came home. She heard the sound of a door, voices carrying, and she scrambled to end the call. I sat there, heart pounding, caught between guilt and exhilaration, knowing I'd already gone too far.

Luckily for me, my sister has been sending me nudes and short videos of her fingering and toying herself these days, so I finished myself off; sent her a message that I hope she didn't get caught by our parents and told her I missed her.

It's funny imagining her running around frantically, naked and with her big purple fake cock, trying to hide it from our parents. But what could I do, and with that, I go back to the bedroom.

When I finally slipped back into bed beside my wife, she was still breathing slow and steady, lost in sleep. I laid there in the moonlight, pretending nothing had happened, even as my mind replayed every second.

Honestly, when I crawled back into bed next to my wife, I just laid there staring at the ceiling, my heart still racing. The craziest part isn't even the sex, these video sessions with my sister or the sexts itself, it's that rush of almost getting caught. My wife was just in the other room sleeping, and I was out there doing something that could blow my whole life apart. Or before I sent her back and we were having sex when my wife could have come home at any time.

And what makes it all the worse? I know I must drag my wife into this, I know I must make her a part of this new world. I keep telling myself I'll stop, that it was just the moment, every single time, but every time I see my sister, I can't help myself nor do I want to anymore.

We've known each other forever, we have that history, that comfort. My wife doesn't like her now, after what she sensed when my sister was here, but I think that after she has a taste of her for herself, she will come around. I'm risking my relatively peaceful life on it.

Part of me genuinely, feels guilty as hell. Like, I'm betraying not just my wife, but even my parent's. But another part of me? Feels alive, in a way I haven't in my entire life. That's the part I hate admitting out loud.

So yeah, this is just another round of me spilling the beans, something that I wanted to get off my chest. I cheated on my wife tonight, with my sister, in our own house (if you count phone sex cheating) right after being with her. And I don't even know how to process it except by typing it here. But admittedly, this time for real, I might not be back to say anything else for a while, until I'm sure my wife is ready for the next part of my plan. I don't want to bore you all with the same phone sex again and again.