My sister-in-law, Elena, turned eighteen this year. On this particular day, she came over to visit. Since my wife wasn't coming home for lunch, Elena and I sat together on the sofa watching television. As my eyes drifted over her stunning, radiant body, a sudden surge of primal urge rushed through me. Without thinking, I pulled her into my arms. Elena realized my intentions immediately, but she was too weak to resist; she could only stare at me with wide, crystal-clear eyes, her gaze pleading for mercy. "No... please, don't... please... oh, ah..." Before she could finish her plea, I had already pulled her off the sofa. Just as she was about to cry out, her parted lips were silenced by my mouth.

Perhaps it was her first kiss. She froze for a moment, her eyes wide with a frantic, helpless confusion.

Because her skin was exceptionally silky and smooth, Elena had no habit of wearing stockings, which made my task much easier.

My mouth pressed firmly against her soft lips, my tongue darting into her mouth in a chaotic dance that sent her heart racing. My free hand grew restless, sliding down to unzip her narrow skirt and pulling it completely off.

Wow! Her slender, snowy abdomen was perfectly smooth, without a trace of excess flesh, and her alluring navel invited endless fantasy. What made my blood boil most was that she was wearing a tiny white G-string that pushed her mound into a tempting swell. Because the fabric was so narrow, her dark, lush curls peeked out from the sides, and she was already weeping with desire, her juices soaking through the entire crotch of the garment. Stimulated by the sight and touch of her exquisite figure, Elena could only shake her head weakly, trying to escape my kiss, but like a hungry wolf, I tore through her silk blouse and stripped away her 34D bra. My mouth left her lips to latch onto her firm, erect nipple, and the unprecedented sensation made her cry out loud.

"Oh! It feels so good... please? Keep kissing me like that... ah! It feels so amazing! If you could just caress me properly, fuck me properly, it would feel even better!" By now, nearly lost to passion, I bit and suckled at her already hardened breasts. My hands worked fever بزر to strip her completely naked, leaving nothing but the black stiletto heels on her feet, which served only to accentuate the seductive curves of her body.

I stripped off my own shirt and pressed my bare chest against her elastic, snow-white breasts. My abdomen and thighs pressed tightly against hers. Oh! Feeling her smooth, delicate skin molding to my naked body, my throbbing glans felt as though it might burst. As I teased her already drenched and slippery maiden petals with my hard tip, crystalline tears began to spill from Elena's clear eyes.

Tearfully, she pleaded, "Don't do this to me... just hurry up and fuck me! Don't just tease me... I can't take it anymore! I often fantasize about making love to you in the shower... please, just fuck me..." As she begged, I pushed my tip half an inch into her slick vagina. I felt it hit a thin membrane—her hymen.

Elena embraced me weakly, her tears flowing uncontrollably. "Oh! Just come inside... it itches so much! I want it so badly!" I teased her, asking if she really masturbated in the shower so often. *Will I satisfy her? Ah, I'll satisfy her long-held fantasies! I'll fuck her until she's floating in paradise!*

Seeing Elena looking so pitiful, like a pear blossom in the rain, my lust peaked. With my glans already an inch deep into her virgin canal, I pushed bravely further. I could feel her tight, maiden walls gripping me, as if she were desperately anticipating the union. Though I had never forced a virgin before, for Elena, I could no longer hold back. We locked eyes, her face wet with tears, as she felt my determined thrust and knew that it was finally happening.

With a powerful lunge, I drove my heavy cock forward, violently breaching her hymen. She let out a sharp cry of pain as my thick, sturdy member buried itself deep within her narrow, virgin depths.

"Ahhh!" The intense pain caused Elena to cling to me, her sharp fingernails digging into my back until the skin broke. Unable to bear the sight of her weeping and crying in pain, I buried my head and began to thrust forcefully, pumping my cock relentlessly into her newly opened flower.

"Ah, ah, ah! It hurts! Gently, please... it hurts so much... oh..." Elena writhed weakly, her slender, enchanting waist struggling against me.

I wrapped my arms and legs around her naked body, pulling her tight. One hand gripped her firm, elastic buttocks, pressing her mound flush against my pelvis until there wasn't a sliver of space between us. I continued to drive my hips, my cock slamming hard into her virgin hole. A wet, sticky fluid began to flow; under my ruthless thrusts, a significant amount of virgin blood spilled out, staining my expensive rug.

I continued to fuck her for about twenty minutes. Her cries of pain gradually transformed into weak moans, and perhaps the endorphins finally took hold, as her pained whimpers shifted into sighs of pleasure. Her supple waist began to sway gently, meeting my thrusts.

The arms that had once pushed me away in pain now wrapped around my back, and her long, shapely legs curled around my sturdy waist. What began as a conquest had turned into a mutual passion. As I thrust, I relished the sensation of her tight, virgin walls squeezing my cock. Above, my mouth pressed against her soft lips; she parted them to suck my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue was a bit hesitant and nervous as it brushed against mine, but I knew she was becoming aroused. I began to slide my cock in and out of her with a slow, rhythmic motion. The ridges of my glans scraped against her tender, slippery walls, causing her to spasm slightly. The stimulation of our joining made her kisses more intense; she began to tangle her tongue with mine, her mouth filling with sweet nectar. As I tasted and sucked the sweetness, she suddenly grew hot with passion, her arousal surging as more nectar flooded her mouth, which I swallowed greedily.

Her beautiful legs began to tighten around my waist, her mound pressing hard against mine. She instinctively reached out with her soft hands to press against my buttocks, moving from a hesitant rhythm to a frantic state where she screamed and slammed her pelvis against mine. My cock was gripped so tightly by her pulsing walls that the intense pleasure began to border on a delicious ache.

"Oh! Faster... it itches so much... move faster... it itches... oh..." she cried out passionately.

"Call me Brother... call me Big Brother... and I'll go faster... to stop that itch... call me!" I teased her.

Overwhelmed by the itch deep in her womb and the numbness in her vaginal walls, Elena cast aside all shame. She began to thrust her pelvis upward to meet my heavy strokes, crying out, "Brother! Big Brother... hard... Brother, fuck me hard... help the itch... fuck! Fuck me! It feels so good! I didn't know making love to you would be this amazing! I'm so jealous of my sister—she gets to fuck you every day!"

Watching Elena, the woman of my dreams, moaning wildly beneath me, was a revelation. Though she had once seemed as pure as a celestial maiden, once broken in, she was even more voracious than her sister, Jade. Exhilarated, I held her tight and hammered into her, while she squeezed and sucked at me with everything she had.

"It's too much... don't move... I can't take it... don't move!" Suddenly, she gripped my buttocks with both hands, her snowy legs locking around my waist, pressing her mound so hard against mine that she tried to stop my cock from moving within her.

I felt my glans buried deep against her cervix. Suddenly, a burst of hot, virgin nectar sprayed against my tip, sending a jolt of electricity through me. Combined with the powerful, rhythmic contractions of her tender walls, my control finally snapped. Like a volcanic eruption, waves of hot semen surged forth, pumping deep into Elena's maiden womb. Her tender petals, tasting semen for the first time, caused her entire body to shudder as if in a cramp.

"So beautiful... so good!" Elena's legs remained tightly entwined around me as she savored the afterglow. We lay there, limbs tangled, our bodies still joined in a tight, pulsing union.

As the storm subsided, the air was thick with the scent of musk and the unique, sweet aroma of a young woman. Elena's eyes, drenched in passion, were misty and unfocused, and her once-innocent face was flushed a seductive rose pink from the frantic combat.

"Brother... it's so hot... it's so hot inside..." she gasped, her voice a tiny, breathy murmur that made my bones melt.

Just as I was about to rise, she suddenly reached out with her jade-like arms and wrapped them tightly around my neck, clinging to me like a vine. Her nipples, rubbed red by the friction, brushed against my chest with every ragged breath, sending shivers through me.

"Let's go to the bathroom... I want to wash... and I want you... to hold me again..." she whispered into my ear, her breath like orchids. The confusion and tears in her eyes were gone, replaced by a newfound hunger for the forbidden fruit.

My heart jolted, and the embers of my desire flared back into a raging fire at her teasing words. I scooped her up in my arms. Her long, snowy legs instinctively hooked around my waist, and as we walked, the sticky nectar between us made a lewd, squelching sound.

Stepping into the bathroom, a cloud of steam instantly enveloped us. I turned on the shower, and the warm water fell like a fine curtain, washing over our sweat-slicked bodies. The droplets slid down her porcelain spine, over her rounded hips, and pooled between her thighs in her swollen, red path.

"Brother, help me..." She took the initiative, straddling me so that my cock, under the spray of the water, pressed once more against her aching entrance.

This time, she was no longer a passive participant; she was a girl driven by a greedy, primal craving. She slowly, inch by inch, swallowed the burning length of me. The lubrication of the water made the process incredibly smooth. She tilted her elegant neck back, eyes closed, letting out tiny whimpers, her face looking ethereal and seductive in the mist.

"Mmm... haaa... it's so big... it's filling me up..." she moaned, using her soft hands to guide my hips deeper.

When she finally could no longer bear the sensation of fullness and began to ride me, the bathroom became a battlefield of passion. The sound of splashing water, the rhythmic *slap-slap* of flesh hitting flesh, and her high, wanton cries intertwined. The water washed away the white foam and juices, but it could not wash away the raw instinct driving us.

Her 34D breasts swayed violently in the steam, her nipples becoming hyper-sensitive under the spray. She leaned forward, sandwiching my face between her heavy breasts, demanding my kisses with a frantic hunger.

"Brother! Faster! Hit my womb hard! Just like before... no, harder than before... ah! Ah! So deep... you're going to break me..."

Her beautiful legs twisted unsteadily on the wet floor, her toes curling from the sheer ecstasy. With every heavy, hammer-like thrust, her tender vaginal walls convulsed wildly, as if trying to suck me entirely inside her.

"Ah—! It's coming! Brother... I'm coming...!"

She let out a high-pitched scream, her body convulsing violently. Her tight canal became a frantic vortex, squeezing my glans with desperate force. In the midst of that suffocating friction, I threw my head back and let my hot essence erupt once more, spraying deep into her crystalline, water-washed core.

As the steam began to thin in the bathroom, all that remained were two tangled, panting bodies, enjoying the sweet, forbidden afterglow in the warmth of the falling water.