A while ago, Jason attended a health training class organized by the Youth Association. One of the modules involved learning acupressure massage to help relax muscles. Beyond the illustrated lectures, there was a six-hour practical session using a "student-mentor" system. They worked in pairs, practicing on each other while instructors corrected their techniques, ensuring every student gained genuine clinical experience.

With final exams approaching, his older sister, Rose, was complaining. She had been pulling all-nighters to study, and sitting for too long had left her back muscles incredibly tense. Rose was two years older than Jason; she had graduated high school last year and was already a university student at the local national university.

Jason mentioned he had learned new acupressure techniques that could help relax muscles and relieve fatigue, and asked if she wanted to try it. When Rose agreed, Jason suggested she remove her outer clothing and lie face down on the bed so he could massage her back.

Rose removed her top, leaving her in only her bra. However, Jason felt the hooks at the back of the bra might obstruct his movements, so he suggested she unfasten them so he could massage her back without hindrance. Rose followed her brother's suggestion. Lying prone on the bed with her head toward the foot, she reached back to undo the bra clasps. Jason stood at the foot of the bed and began to lean over, applying the "acupressure method" he had just mastered to carefully massage her back. Rose’s breasts were large and firm; once the bra straps were loosened, Jason could see a significant portion of her snowy, voluptuous curves from the side, causing his heart to race.

Jason massaged her intently for quite a while, and Rose found it incredibly relaxing and pleasurable. As he worked, she kept murmuring, "It feels so good!"

After about ten minutes, Rose said that was enough. Jason stopped the massage, and Rose rolled over to sit on the edge of the bed.

Whether by accident or a moment of forgetfulness, Rose sat up without refastening her bra.

*Oh! My sister's breasts are so full, perky, and milky white! She actually let me see two of her three forbidden zones!* Jason’s heart swelled with joy as his eyes remained fixed on the pair of proud, erect peaks rising from her chest.

"Rose, your breasts are so beautiful!" Jason blurted out.

Rose’s cheeks flushed crimson, and she gave him a lovely smile. "Do you like them?"

"I love them! ...I really want to kiss them!"

"Mmm... you want to kiss them... well... just once, then!" Rose said coquettishly, as if she were intentionally offering her brother a special reward.

Jason immediately leaned forward and knelt between her legs, his mouth positioned perfectly against her pink nipples. Rose smiled at him, thinking he would only give them a single "kiss." She never expected that instead of a mere kiss, Jason would swiftly take her left nipple into his mouth and begin to suckle gently, while his left hand moved quickly to cup and knead her right breast.

"Oh... Jason... don't... you said you'd only kiss them once..." Though she spoke, her tone held no anger, nor did she struggle or try to push him away.

Jason, of course, was not about to let such a golden opportunity slip. After tasting her left breast, he immediately shifted his position to the right, sucking her with gusto while using his hand to massage and play with the other mound. He took turns lapping at her two snowy, swollen breasts, repeating the motion several times for a full three minutes.

"Oh my! You really are a little rascal. I only said 'once,' and you've taken advantage of me so much... alright... is that enough?" Rose’s breathing was shallow and rapid as she playfully pushed at his head.

Under his sucking and kissing, she felt a strange, melting softness spreading through her body, and the petals between her legs began to grow moist.

The taste of his sister's soft, elastic breasts was so divine that Jason was reluctant to let go. Fearing he might offend her, however, he finally released her beautiful breasts with a sense of lingering regret.

"Look at you, making my breasts all wet and glistening..." Rose said with mock indignation.

Indeed, her two pink nipples and areolas were covered in his saliva. Jason hurried to the bathroom, grabbed a clean towel, and returned to wipe her clean.

"Jason, you mustn't tell anyone about this!" Rose said, her face still flushed.

"Of course. It’s our little secret. I’ll never mention it to anyone, I swear..."

"No need to swear... just remember... you little rascal!" She gave him a shy, playful glare.

From her tone, Jason sensed that she actually quite enjoyed this intimate contact.

"Rose, will there be more chances... for me to kiss you like that again?"

"I don't know... maybe..." she whispered, her face tinged with pink.

***

That had been two weeks ago. Over the last fortnight, Jason had been so busy with his final exams that he hadn't had the chance to get close to Rose again.

But the exams were over, and summer vacation had begun.

It was 8:30 PM when Jason returned home after a game of soccer. As he passed Rose's bedroom, he saw her door was ajar. She was lying face down on the bed, wearing only a bra on her upper body and a pair of light pink panties on her lower body. Her milky skin and long, shapely legs were fully exposed, providing a feast for his eyes.

"Rose, didn't you have plans to see a late movie with Mia?"

Mia was Rose's high school friend, a pretty girl who had gone to the same university as Rose but in a different department.

"Mmm, it's been a while since I played tennis. I played a bit this morning, and my back and legs are still a little sore. I called her and rescheduled," Rose replied.

"Do you want me to give you a massage?" Jason asked eagerly.

"Oh, okay. But you're covered in sweat. Go take a shower first, then come back and massage me..."

"Okay! I'll be right back!"

Jason hurried excitedly into the bathroom and turned on the shower. He wondered if he would have the same luck as last time—or perhaps even better.

After his shower, Jason walked into Rose's bedroom wearing only loose boxers, his chest bare, carrying two clean white towels. Rose had already removed her bra and was lying prone with her head toward the foot of the bed, her hair cascading over her shoulders. Her 34D bra lay discarded to the side.

Standing at the foot of the bed, Jason leaned over to massage her back. "Rose, you're so beautiful. I bet tons of guys are chasing you."

"Mmm, a few, but they don't really interest me..."

"What about Mia? Does she have a boyfriend?"

"Mia doesn't seem to have anyone special... Mmm... that feels so good! ...You're really good at this. You could go professional... Mmm, maybe one day I should have a boyfriend who knows how to massage... Jason, a little lower..."

Jason expanded the massage to the lower part of her spine, near the waistband of her panties. Her buttocks were round and firm, incredibly sexy. The panties were small, leaving most of her pale, soft skin exposed.

"Rose, do your legs need a massage too? It might help with the tension," Jason suggested.

"Of course! ...If you aren't too tired."

"It's my honor to massage you! It's not tiring at all! ...In fact, I wish I could 'apply' to be your boyfriend, so I could massage you all the time and win your favor! ...Rose, you have to turn around so I can reach your legs!"

Rose rolled over to lie on her back, her head toward the headboard. As she turned, she intentionally—or perhaps unintentionally—offered her breasts to his view. Jason's gaze remained fixed on the pair of proud, snowy peaks.

Remaining at the foot of the bed, Jason gently spread her thighs. Heavens, the beautiful contour of her mound, nestled within the small panties, was presented clearly before his eyes!

He moved his hands to her soft buttocks and thighs, using acupressure to massage her outer thighs, then moving down to her calves, ankles, and toes, before returning to the inner thighs to repeat the process. Though his hands were busy, his eyes never left the junction of her legs, where her lush flesh was hidden beneath the thin fabric.

"Ah, so good! ...Oh... right there... it's a bit sore... a little lighter... Oh... you're a wonderful massager..."

"And the service is free, at-home, and on call!" Jason teased, using his hands to knead her thighs near the crease of her buttocks, relishing the sensation of her soft skin.

"Rose... the panties are getting in the way. It would be easier to massage if you took them off... would you?" Jason asked tentatively, wondering if she would object or grow angry.

To his surprise, she didn't protest.

"Hmph... you want me to take them off? ...It's a bit embarrassing!" she said.

"There's no one else here, so there's nothing to be embarrassed about!" Jason said, immediately reaching out to help her remove the panties.

Rose lifted her hips slightly to assist him.

With her legs parted, her secret garden was laid bare! It looked like a plump, snowy clam, covered by a light dusting of dark hair. Two swollen labia framed a delicate pink slit. Jason thought to himself, *The novels say 'twin peaks flanking a stream,' but what I'm seeing now is the most divine treasure that every man in the world dreams of!*

Jason continued to caress her buttocks and thighs, but he was careful not to touch her vulva directly, fearing she might think he was taking advantage of the situation and end the beautiful moment.

Rose seemed to enjoy it, letting out occasional sighs of contentment.

Jason returned to her waist and massaged her from her waist down to her toes once more.

As he worked the inner part of her thighs again, looking at her lush mound, he remembered how she had let him kiss her breasts when he complimented them before. Feeling a surge of inspiration, Jason said, "Rose, your mound is so beautiful! Your future husband is going to be so lucky! He'll be the happiest man in the world... able to kiss this... incomparable treasure!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Jason felt a pang of nervousness. Would she be angry?

Instead, Rose let out a soft hum and rolled onto her back completely. She lay naked, her legs slightly parted, looking at him with a smile full of affection. "My... mound... is that beautiful? ...Do you really like it that much? ...Then let me make you the happiest man in the world tonight. Let you kiss my... your... incomparable treasure!"

"Thank God! I'm so lucky! You're actually letting me kiss it!" Jason was ecstatic.

"Thank you, Rose! Thank you, my dear sister! Rose, I love you so much!" With that, Jason moved her hips to the edge of the bed and knelt on the rug. He spread her beautiful legs over his shoulders, cupped her round, white buttocks, and brought his mouth close to her. He began to kiss and suckle the mound of her pubic area, the soft hair, and the smooth, plump, snowy flesh of her vulva.

Rose let out a soft moan, instinctively lifting her legs higher and wider.

Suddenly, Jason caught a scent like orchids, emanating from the folds of her labia. He used his fingers to part the flesh and used his tongue to lick the slit. The passage was filled with a transparent fluid that had a faint, citrusy, floral aroma. He licked downward... the end of the slit led to a small, recessed opening where fragrant nectar trickled out. Using his fingers to part the soft flesh of the entrance, he saw a pink membrane about an inch inside, with a tiny hole the size of a peanut. He guessed that must be her hymen.

*She's almost twenty and still a virgin. How rare!* Jason thought, *My future brother-in-law is a lucky man indeed!*

Jason inserted his tongue into the opening, lapping at the pink, moist walls. Rose let out a long, pleading moan.

As he licked the area near the entrance, he found a pair of smaller folds—the labia minora. At the top where they met, there was a small, glistening nub, like a tiny pearl. He guessed that was her clitoris. The moment his tongue brushed against it, Rose let out a loud moan and arched her hips, pressing her vulva firmly against his mouth.

Knowing he had found her most sensitive spot, Jason intensified his efforts. He used his tongue to lick from different angles, sometimes sucking the entire nub with his lips, sometimes teasing it with the tip of his tongue, and sometimes gently rubbing it with his thumb.

Rose's moans grew louder. *Thank goodness Mom and Dad went to Grandma's house,* Jason thought. *If they were home now, Dad would probably beat me to death for licking my sister like this!*

He was certain she was enjoying it, so his hands became more active. He caressed every curve of her lower body while reaching up to knead her firm, tender breasts.

Suddenly, Rose cried out, "Oh... oh!" Her legs went stiff and straight as she used her hands to press his head firmly against her vulva, her hips thrusting upward.

"Ah!" she screamed.

A large burst of milky, viscous fluid erupted from her. Her labia trembled, and the walls of her entrance pulsed like a fish's mouth. Jason greedily swallowed the fragrant spring flowing from her, licking her clean until not a single drop remained.

*Is this what the books call a female orgasm?* Jason was exhilarated. He had actually brought her to a climax! When he looked up, she was limp, her eyes closed as if she had fallen asleep.

Jason stood up, moved her to the center of the bed to lie on her back, and used a towel to wipe her clean before placing another towel under her hips. Then, he began to admire and caress her naked body. He tenderly kissed her lips, her ears, her breasts, her navel, her mound, her thighs, and her calves—kissing every inch of her exquisite curves.

After several minutes, Rose drifted back to consciousness. She looked at him with a shy smile, then her eyes widened as she stared at his crotch.

Jason looked down and realized that his boxers were now tented high by a massive bulge.

"Jason, take them off. Let me see," Rose said huskily.

A bit bashfully, Jason stripped. His cock was a pillar of stone, thrusting upward at a seventy-degree angle. The veins were prominent, and the head was swollen and dark red. At the base, a thick tuft of dark hair grew, with a heavy, tight scrotum hanging beneath.

"Jason, come closer. Let me touch it."

*Of course,* Jason thought. Having tasted her most secret parts, he felt he could certainly let her touch him.

"It's so big! I remember when you were little, it was so tiny. How did it get so thick, so long, and so hard? It's so magnificent! So cute!"

Rose gripped his erect shaft with both hands, but she couldn't even wrap her hands all the way around; the head still protruded. She played with his heavy scrotum and lightly tapped the hard, turgid head with her fingers.

"Oh! You little rascal, you're so fierce and intimidating!" she teased, touching the slit at the tip.

"Rose, this rascal wants to kiss your incomparable treasure!" Jason ventured, wondering if luck was on his side again.

Rose spread her legs and said, "Jason, come to me!"

Jason understood her meaning, though he wasn't entirely sure how much luck awaited him. He climbed onto the bed, hovering over her, supporting his weight with his elbows and knees.

Rose gripped his manhood and began to rub the head against her slit... Jason realized her petals were once again brimming with nectar.

After a few moments of rubbing, Rose moved his hot head to the entrance of her opening. A wave of exquisite sensation surged through him, and his heart raced.

"Is that enough kissing for you, you little rascal?" she giggled.

Jason thrust his hips slightly, and most of the head slid into the slippery, tender entrance.

"Oh! It hurts! ...It hurts! ...You're too big! ...It hurts! Just kiss the outside, don't go in!" Rose cried out anxiously.

But the young man was burning with desire; the arrow was notched and ready to fly!

Jason took the opportunity to thrust harder, and the head broke through her inner membrane! To his delight, her passage was filled with warm moisture, and the first three inches of his iron-hard cock slid smoothly into her maiden path.

"Ow! It hurts so much! ...Pull it out! ...Quickly!" Rose cried, feeling as though she were being torn apart. She tried to push him away with her hands.

"Rose... I want to reach your heart..." Jason gripped her wrists and pinned them to the bed, preventing her from pushing him away. He then began to thrust his waist, driving his iron-hard cock deeper into her core. The tight vaginal walls were forced open inch by inch by the heavy rod.

Rose twisted her hips, trying to escape his intrusion, but he held her too firmly to resist.

Jason pulled back about half an inch and then thrust even harder... His thick, hard member sank deeper and deeper into her tight, precious opening.

Two minutes later, his seven-inch length was buried to the hilt within her. Jason stopped thrusting for a moment, letting his cock rest deep inside, savoring the sensation of being tightly gripped by her secret treasure.

"Jason, it hurts so much! It feels like it's going to burst! ...Quickly... pull it out... let it kiss you next time... okay?" Rose sobbed, her beautiful eyes shimmering with tears.

"Rose, just endure a little more. The pain will pass!" Jason slowly withdrew the entire length of his cock. The shaft was stained with her maiden blood—a mixture of crimson streaks and white nectar that trickled down her cleft and onto the towel beneath her.

Jason then pushed back in slowly and deeply, then pulled out three inches before plunging back to the hilt. Her virgin vagina was so narrow and tight that he felt completely encased; it was a sensation more wonderful than anything he had ever experienced. He repeated this piston-like motion, thrusting in and out repeatedly.

"You naughty, wicked boy... let go of my hands..." Rose pouted with feigned anger.

"Ah! Sorry!" Jason immediately released her wrists.

"Rose, does it still hurt?" he asked gently.

"A little... it feels so full and heavy... pull it out..." Though she said to pull out, she no longer resisted, allowing him to continue his slow, deep thrusts within her maiden path.

"Rose, you'll feel better soon!" Jason continued. Her vagina was becoming much more lubricated, so he increased his speed and the depth of his strokes. Every time he pulled out nearly five inches, leaving only the head inside, he would suddenly plunge all the way back in.

After hundreds of thrusts, sweat began to bead on his forehead. Rose began to moan in a way that sounded like sobbing, and her vagina became increasingly slick. She reached out her arms to embrace his back, arching her hips to meet his thrusts.

"Rose, is it still hurting? Does it feel better?" he asked with a gentle smile.

"Mmm! It hurt so much before, but now it doesn't... but it still feels heavy and achy... it's so uncomfortable... yet so good..."

"Do you like me doing this to you?"

"I like it..." she whispered shyly.

Jason pushed in as deep as he could. Feeling his head hit the soft tissue of her cervix, he began to grind his hips in a circular motion.

"Oh... it's so achy... it's killing me..."

Jason began to alternate between shallow and deep thrusts. During the shallow strokes, he moved the tip of his cock rapidly; during the deep ones, he would bury himself to the hilt and grind firmly against her most sensitive spot.

Another fifteen minutes of passionate thrusting and grinding followed!

"Oh, right there... harder... a little heavier... oh... it's so achy..." Rose's breathing grew frantic. She tossed her hips to allow him better access to her core, and her lips met his in frequent, hot, soft kisses.

Suddenly, Rose arched her back, her eyes squeezed shut. She thrust her tongue deep into his mouth and gripped his back with her fingers. Jason felt a sudden gush of warm liquid erupt from her core, splashing against his head. Her vagina began to spasm, the walls pulsing around him.

An intense wave of pleasure surged through his cock. Feeling the imminent climax, Jason drove himself as deep as possible. In an instant, his hot semen erupted from his tip in powerful bursts.

Both of them experienced a soul-shattering, indescribable ecstasy.

After a long time, Jason rolled over so that Rose was on top of him. His cock had not fully softened, but it had slipped out of her nectar-filled folds.

"Rose, did it feel good?"

"It was wonderful... truly amazing. And you?" she asked tenderly.

"It felt like heaven! Rose, will you forgive me for being so rough? ...You're so beautiful, I just couldn't help myself... I'm so sorry for taking your virginity!"

"Shh! No! ...It was my intention to make love to you... it's just that the beginning was so painful..." Rose pressed her finger to his lips to quiet him. "Mmm... making love to you is so wonderful. Even if you were a little forceful, I am happy to be yours! I'm glad my first time was with my most beloved brother! My gallant massager!" She then pulled him into a deep, sweet kiss.

"Rose, I love you so much. Making love to you was the greatest luck of my life! From now on, I'll massage you every day. I'll be your gallant massager forever!" Jason said, hugging her soft, supple body tightly.

The two of them lay there like newlyweds, naked and embracing. The exhausted "bride" soon fell into a deep sleep. Though the "groom" wanted to go for a second round, he couldn't bear to disturb her, knowing they had a lifetime ahead of them. He calmed his racing heart and drifted into a dreamland of his own.