You Are My Lover (Family Incest Adult Fiction)

Let me introduce myself first. There is no need to explain the name, you can use any name, it doesn't matter what name it is. I am too lazy to choose one for myself, and after thinking about it, I can't find any that I like. First of all, I am a woman and I don’t want to tell you my age. As you know, age is a private matter for a woman like me. I just want to tell you that my daughter is in the third grade of elementary school; my husband works in the power industry, and I work as an accountant in a company.

Normally, life is ordinary and there is no need to take care of the child when she grows up. She can go to live with her grandmother after school. My husband never shows up for the whole day and just drinks and plays cards after get off work. I'm too lazy to care about him, and I can't do anything about him. As long as he can give me money every month, it's enough, at least enough for me and my daughter to spend. I have relatively free time at work. When a few women get together, we just go shopping, buy clothes, do beauty treatments, lose weight, and eat. Ever since my daughter grew a little older and my husband's legs got sick, I was often left alone at home. Being alone is a bit lonely, but it doesn’t matter after a while.

Until that day, my husband bought a computer and my life was completely changed. When I first bought it, I scolded him, asking why he bought it since I don’t know how to play it. But once you play it, you'll be hooked. After get off work, I don’t even have time to eat. I just turn on the computer and log into QQ. I don’t know anything else, I just learned a little from my friends and can type and chat. Once you learn it, you can't let it go. You'll go online more and more every day. If you don't go online to chat with netizens, you'll feel like something is missing. When my husband is at home, he sees me chatting online and laughs at me, saying that who would chat with you when you type so slowly. But I know he feels more at ease because when he calls me, I stay at home and surf the Internet, putting aside all social interactions outside, and he feels very at ease.

I was already immersed in the enjoyment of chatting about random things with a few netizens. I have a stubborn and even aggressive personality. People say I type slowly, so I practice typing every day. It turns out that once you are interested, you can learn really quickly. Gradually, I was able to chat with several netizens at the same time. I also learned how to download songs and chat about anything while listening to them. At this time, a netizen came into my sight. "Are you really that tender?"

Unlike other netizens who ask you your age when you just meet. He asked this question directly. Oh, because my online name is Soft and Gentle.

We were just chatting casually, but his words gave me a new and novel feeling, and I felt that he was extraordinary.

He doesn't say much, but his words are always conveyed in unexpected ways. I looked at his information. He is a student of grade 23. His online name is in English. I can’t understand it. There is a long paragraph and I don’t know what it means. Normally I don’t like chatting with netizens with English names, but today I chatted with him until midnight.

I see him every day when I go online, which makes me feel strange and surprised. After asking, I found out that he was studying English and Japanese at home. To me, those were all new and completely incomprehensible. He just graduated from college, but instead of looking for a job, he is taking foreign language classes and taking some level of certification exams. I spend every day on the Internet, sometimes chatting with foreigners and practicing my listening skills, and sometimes downloading some foreign language materials. I don’t understand this, but I admire him very much. He calls me sister in a very affectionate way. I had a voice chat with him once, and his magnetic voice with youthful vigor immediately touched me. He sent me his photo, a handsome young man with long flowing hair, a high nose bridge, and thin lips that looked resolute. He called me affectionately and showed his concern for me. I felt a kind of warmth that I had never felt before.

I am very gentle online, not just pretending. Although in reality I am more exposed to my aggressive style. Having such a little brother online makes me feel less lonely. He would make time to spend with me every night.

He said some words to make me happy and sent me some songs that I really liked. That day he said he had taken some new photos, and I immediately said I wanted to take a look. He hesitated and said, "It's not online. Then please send it to me." His city and I live very close to each other, and it was just the third day when I received the photos. In the photo, he looks sunny, tall and bright.

He asked me how I was and I said I was handsome. But I haven't seen you yet, he said with a little grievance. But I don’t have any photos online, so you can send them to me. I looked through all the photo albums but couldn't find anything I liked, so I kept putting it off. He gave me his phone number and told me to call him if he wasn't there when I was online. I wanted to call her several times, but I held back and didn't dial. I just memorized the number firmly in my mind.

My company happened to have a business trip to that city that day and asked me to go over. It only took me a dozen minutes to get there by bus and finish my business. I walked around the street and suddenly wanted to call him. I dialed the number but heard a series of beeps. No one answered for a long time. Just as I was about to hang up, I felt the familiar magnetic force coming over me. "Hello, sister." "You knew it was me." "There's caller ID on it. Why did you think of calling me?" "I'm in City B. I came here because of something at work."

"Where are you? Can I come over to see you?" His voice was warm and cheerful.

"I...I'm at the Bank of China Building." "Okay. I'll be there right away."

When the person in the photo walked towards me step by step in reality, my heart started pounding and I felt a little excited. "Is...is it my eldest sister?" "Yeah, you came so quickly," I looked at his eyes staring at me, making me feel very uncomfortable, and I brushed my hair with my hand. "Sister, you are so beautiful," he complimented me in a flattering manner. "You are making fun of me" I feel happy. Standing on the street, I felt like passers-by were looking at me. I saw a restaurant not far ahead. "Let's go there." It was almost noon, so we could eat something there and avoid the pedestrians. Although not many people here knew me, I still didn't want to be exposed on the streets.

He showed me the same care and concern as he did online, diligently bringing me water and asking me to order my favorite dishes. He ordered a bottle of wine and poured it into my mouth without asking for my opinion. I hurriedly stopped him and said, "I don't drink and have never drunk before." "It's beer, how about a bottle of red wine?" I didn't know what he was thinking. Did he want to get me drunk? But that didn't seem like it. While eating, I played with the cup and didn't eat much of the food. "Cheers," he raised his glass and looked at me. I became flustered by his look... "I don't want to drink." "Just that little bit is okay?" I had no choice but to raise it, and drank it with a frown under his gaze. The beer is cool, not spicy or bitter. I really don’t know when I will learn to drink.

His eyes kept looking at me like that, and I was dressing myself, wondering if there was something wrong. That day I was wearing a light blue dress with red flowers on it and a pair of tan sandals. There was nothing wrong, but he still looked at me like that, "What are you looking at? Eat quickly." "Where are we going after you finish eating?" I hesitated. There was nowhere to go. I didn't want to stay outside, but where else could I find suitable?

"It's so hot outside, come with me to my house." His house? I won't go. What will I say if I meet anyone of his again?

When he had finished eating and stood up, I was still lying on the chair. He slid his hand from my shoulders and put his arms around my waist. What are you doing? I gently pushed his hand away, asking him not to treat me as a frivolous woman. But the warmth that that big palm transmitted to my body took a long time to dissipate. His hand reached out again and grabbed my little hand. "Come home with me" "I don't want to... why go to your house"

His eyes looked right at me, full of passion, and I even found a sense of urgency. Lower your head quickly.

"Come on, I'll take you somewhere, but you have to treat me." Without giving me time to say anything else, he lifted my body up, and I felt his hand touching my breast. The electric-like excitement made my face red. When we went out, I pushed away his arm that was trying to hold me, and settled the bill first. He wanted to take out the money, but I stopped him. He doesn't have a job and no source of income, so it's up to his sister to pay for him.

I went out and called a TX, "Emgrand." I didn't know where Emgrand was, so I just followed him. When I got there, before I could even see the situation clearly, I was taken into a private room. It turned out to be a KTV bar, which was luxuriously decorated with dim lighting, goose yellow decorations, and red carpets. It gave me a lustful feeling at first. But now that I'm here, I might as well take it as an experience.

After ordering a few small plates of sunflower seeds and a few bottles of beer, the door was closed tightly. Turning on the speaker, his cheerful voice rang out. In the music of "I give this lover to my dear sister", his voice sounds full of maturity. He asked me to sing, but I didn't have the courage at all. Fortunately, he didn't force me, and popular songs flowed from his mouth. Little Microwave Cat, Flowers Blooming on the Branches...these are the songs I told him I like to hear the most.

He held a wine glass in one hand and a microphone in the other. All I could do was keep filling his glass with wine and listen to his songs sweetly. As he sang, his eyes revealed passion and desire. Under his gaze, the cold air from the air conditioner could not dispel the heat in my heart.

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"I love you. Loving you..." He continued singing. I was panic-stricken and at a loss. Before I knew it, he had hugged me tightly. He was no longer rough, and his gentle hands were caressing my body, from my back to my waist and even... I didn't dare to meet his eyes. I knew he was staring at me like that, and I was afraid of being melted by the heat in his eyes, but hadn't I already melted? At an inopportune moment, I felt an itch and some wetness coming from below. His mouth no longer attacked my lips, but moved towards my eyes, nose, face and ears, making me feel a wet and cool feeling wherever he passed. His mouth made the area under my earlobe so itchy that I couldn't help twisting my body and letting out soft moans.

My breasts were covered by his palms, and his fingers were kneading them restlessly. It felt so uncomfortable and so comfortable at the same time. I pushed my body forward to reject him, but my body was pressed so tightly by him, and the more I moved, the more itchy I felt.

His hands easily slipped into my clothes, his hands were so big and full of magic, they stroked my breasts alternately, wherever he touched it brought waves all over my body, I felt so thirsty, but my woman's modesty forced me to reject him verbally, "No...ah, don't..." I kept twisting my body and trying to block his attack with my hands, but all the strength in my body suddenly disappeared, and only boundless desire filled me.

His hands were so presumptuous, not only did he touch me, he also took off my clothes. I struggled but was helpless. My two plump breasts were suddenly exposed to the air. The cool feeling in the air was immediately covered by his face. He held my nipple in his mouth, teased it with the tip of his tongue, and sucked it. Why did my nipples become so sensitive? They stood up quickly. I quietly opened my eyes and watched him busy on my snow-white breasts. My desire was aroused and became even stronger. My skirt slipped down to my lower body, but my lace panties were revealed. However, I could no longer withstand his attack. His constant stimulation made me grab his shoulders with my hands. I bit my lips lightly and let out an uncontrollable moan. My breasts were trampled by him and my nipples were severely trampled. His hands and his mouth kept attacking my soft spot, and I felt my whole body go limp.

Alas, I sighed in my heart, but my body was enjoying that pleasure. He had taken off his shirt, and crystal drops of sweat were oozing out of his plump skin. I put my hand on it, and the strong feeling made me unwilling to give up, so I even began to stroke it slowly. I couldn't help but moan, which aroused his desire even more. He moved down to take off the piece of clothing that covered my private parts a little bit. I became scared, "No... No... Don't... I struggled with my legs, but it was useless under his hands. I straightened my upper body to stop him. Although the fire of desire was ignited, the clarity in my heart told me not to go on. I wasn't prepared for this. I faced him with my two plump breasts, and my eyes were full of determination. "No... Don't do this."

But I added two most useless words at the end, "Okay?" His mouth moved but he didn't speak. Instead, he kissed me and blocked my mouth tightly. I wanted to say more but couldn't. My chest was pressed against his broad chest, and the intimate physical contact overwhelmed me. My breasts were flattened by his hug, and my nipples were rubbed. I was confused and my mouth couldn't help but respond to his kiss. I stood up, but my skirt quietly slipped to the ground. At this time, I was left with only a narrow pair of panties, and it was even transparent.

His mouth blocked my body, but his hands attacked my sensitive body. And at that moment, my whole body seemed to be sensitive, and wherever he touched me, I melted. His hand reached into my panties, over my little forest, and into that private place. ah. I cried out from the depths of my throat as his fingers moved around in my already soaking wet area and one of his fingers broke through, entering my body. It felt so itchy down there, and the entry of his fingers undoubtedly brought me a lot of comfort. But when I moved my fingers, the itchy places felt relieved, and the non-itchy places started to itch, and even the whole body became itchy. I felt the finger thrusting in and out of my wet hole, gently and arousingly. But the fingers outside rubbing against my clitoris was a deadly stimulation.

I started moaning continuously, my heart was beating, my breasts were swollen, and my whole body was uncontrollably going wild.

I closed my eyes and endured his attack, or you could say I was enjoying the excitement I had never experienced before.

Comfortable, uneasy, depressed, panicky, climax coming... Is there a climax? I really can't explain it clearly, but that feeling has made me devote my body completely. I don't even know when my underwear left my body. I was pressed down on the sofa by him. Damn, why is this sofa so wide?

An extremely hard object was pressing against my little hole, like a rifle. My hole seemed empty because it had lost the teasing of my fingers, and this thing outside gave me great temptation. I wanted to welcome him, but I was a little scared. But I no longer had the ability to control it all. His body thrust downwards, and my wet little hole was immediately filled up. I felt so comfortable and satisfied. I have forgotten everything. My mind is filled with swelling desire. The surging desire, along with the impact of his body, hits my heart in waves. "Ah, ah," I can't help but scream out. There is no reserve, no affectation, no shyness, only boundless desire and fanatical indulgence.

I don’t know how long that feeling lasted, but it felt like a long time. My mind was blank, and only the fullness of my lower body and the kneading of my breasts made me feel the existence of my flesh. I don't know whether I had been looking forward to this feeling for a long time or whether I had hope because I had gotten it. His movements and kneading made my heart and senses rise and fall, and finally in a burst of rapid movements, it exploded, and my lower body was hit by a stream of hot currents, so hot and fierce, I couldn't help but hold him tightly in my arms.

After putting on my clothes, the feeling of loss after the passion immediately came over me. Although my face was still flushed, my heart was filled with many unknown emotions.

When I got home, I took a shower in the bathroom for an hour. Under the flushing of the water droplets, all my feelings of guilt and shame came up. In the end, I had to rinse with cold water before lying down on the bed in a daze.

I stroked her glowing skin, and the intense stimulation brought me back to that crazy moment until I slowly fell asleep.

I hadn't been online for several days, but I couldn't help myself. He left a lot of messages, and when I finished reading them, his avatar started flashing again. He didn't say sorry to me, but he said a lot of caring words. He thought I was sick and was very worried because he couldn't see me. My mood finally calmed down. I refused to talk to him about the topic of that day, but I couldn't stop myself from thinking about it. What's wrong with me?

He always says he'll see me sometime. I know what the result will be if I meet him. But my mind was full of thoughts, and after he said it countless times, I finally met him again. This time we stayed in a hotel. In that quiet environment, I ignited the fire of desire in the panic of sin until I was completely immersed in it. I indulged myself a lot that day. I was happy to be with him, although I didn't know how long this happiness would last. He was still so gentle and caring, yet so fierce and violent. I was completely defeated by his attacks in various postures, and he brought me to the peak of desire again and again. He no longer had any scruples and said all sorts of explicit words. Oh my God, I was completely defeated, I didn't know I would be so lewd in front of him, I gave my whole heart and soul to a guy who was several years younger than me, but he asked me to be so slutty.

I don’t know why I just can’t refuse him. I’m wandering between desire and loss. I’ve woken up from nightmares many times. I don’t know how I will face it. Desires are so difficult to satisfy. Just when they subside a little, new desires come. I love my home, I love my husband, my children and him. What to do? I ask myself this question all the time, and burn myself with new desires.