As An Nuo returned home, I stood behind her while she opened the door, gazing at the slender, fair legs clad in white stockings beneath her pleated skirt, my heart brimming with anticipation.
Once inside, I couldn't wait to ask, "What kind of fun are we having today?"
An Nuo took her bag off her shoulder and placed it on the coffee table. Raising her hands high, she stretched lazily and countered, "What kind of fun do you want to have?"
"Well, going straight to bed is out of the question," I said, crossing my arms and pausing briefly. My eyes drifted to her beautiful legs in the creamy white pantyhose, and I chuckled, "So something more exciting would be best."
This little witch had so many tricks up her sleeve—she was sure to come up with something thrilling.
"More exciting?" An Nuo tilted her head thoughtfully for a moment before suddenly suggesting, "Then let's play role-play."
"Role-play?" I was taken aback but found the idea intriguing. Smiling, I asked, "Who should I play?"
An Nuo replied, "You play yourself."
"And you?"
"I'll play your little sister, Ling Xiao Bei."
"Huh? You… play who?"
"Ling Xiao Bei, your little sister, Bei Bei."
My heart skipped a beat at her words, and I couldn't quite describe the feeling that followed. Then a flicker of suspicion arose in my mind—this girl not only knew I had a sister but even knew her name. It seemed she had quite a deep understanding of my family.
Suspicion aside, her idea was undeniably thrilling. Just imagining Bei Bei wearing white pantyhose and stepping on my cock for a footjob… the image was simply explosive!
Even the mere thought sent shivers down my spine, my cheeks burning with a mix of heat and tension. I couldn't help but cover my face with my hands.
The little witch leaned in, bending over and looking up at me from below. Suddenly, she clapped her hands and laughed, "You're blushing! Just mentioning your sister made you blush. Are you excited?"
It would be a lie to say I wasn't excited, but how could I admit something like that to her?
Quietly calming myself, I smiled and said, "I am excited. If you pretend to be my sister, then I can beat her up without any reservations."
An Nuo blinked and asked, "Do you have a grudge against your sister?"
"No grudge, she's just really annoying. Sometimes I really want to pin her down on the bed and give her a good beating."
An Nuo swayed gently, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Just pin her down on the bed and beat her? Don't you want to do something else? Like, maybe tear off her clothes…"
Guided by her words, a vivid image immediately formed in my mind—pinning Bei Bei down on the bed, tearing her clothes to shreds as she cried and struggled.
"Uh…"
I covered my face again with my hand. The little witch leaned closer, laughing heartily. "You're blushing again! Isn't it thrilling?"
Once again, she had me wrapped around her finger. I sighed helplessly and smiled. "You're amazing, I admire you. You don't need to pretend to be my sister—you're my big sister."
An Nuo giggled and pressed herself against me, resting her head on my shoulder. In a coquettish voice, she asked, "Brother, Bei Bei is all yours to play with. You can do whatever you want with her, okay?"
Though the voice was different, the tone of speech bore an uncanny resemblance to Beibei's. My heart pounded wildly as I pushed her away in a fluster, forcing a stern tone. "Don't joke around like that—this isn't something to take lightly. Your impersonation isn't convincing at all. Beibei would never say such things."
"How would you know? You're not Beibei," the little enchantress pressed closer again, wrapping her arms tightly around mine and speaking in a coquettish tone. "Actually, Beibei has always liked you, Brother. She really, really likes you. It's true."
These bewitching words felt as if Beibei herself were whispering them in my ear. My ears grew hot, desire surged within me, and the flesh between my legs began to stir. I felt as though I were drunk—my body swayed, my head spun, and for a moment, I couldn't tell whether this was a dream or reality.
Seeing my dazed, unresponsive expression, Annuo leaned even closer and whispered softly, "Brother, do you want to sleep with Beibei?"
My mouth went dry. I opened it but couldn't utter a word.
Her delicate face nearly brushed against my ear as she breathed out a fragrant sigh and murmured, "Brother, do you want to fuck Beibei? Brother, say something. Do you want to or not?"
I felt my mouth opening uncontrollably, the word "yes" on the tip of my tongue. But just before it could escape, I shoved her away forcefully and shouted, "Stop messing around!"
Annuo stumbled and fell to the ground, resting her cheek on her arm without making a sound.
I stood there for a moment, watching her motionless form. Growing uneasy, I stepped forward, crouched beside her, and gave her a gentle nudge. "Hey, get up. Don't try to fake an injury—I know you're pretending."
Still, she didn't react. I grabbed her arm and yanked it upward sharply, raising my voice. "Stop pretending! Get up now!"
The little enchantress was pulled upright, sitting on the floor as she stared at me with a look of terror, trembling as she said, "Brother, what are you trying to do? I'm your real sister—we really can't do this."
Even though I knew she was pretending, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pity. She looked like a frightened little animal, her innocent eyes wide with panic as she gazed at me pitifully. Her terrified expression seemed too genuine to be an act.
After a brief moment of hesitation, it dawned on me—this was what she meant by role-playing. It was thrilling, no doubt, but the sense of taboo felt almost overwhelming.
Despite these thoughts, my hand remained clamped tightly around her wrist, refusing to let go. She let out a pained cry, "Ouch! Brother, you're hurting me. Let go, please~!"
"You..." I continued to grip her wrist, watching her panicked expression as a strange, wicked desire inexplicably stirred within me.
"Brother, we really can't do this," Annuo began to squirm, putting on a show of struggling fiercely, though she wasn't using her full strength. After a moment of feigned resistance, she looked at me with a pitiful expression. "Brother, we're siblings—we really can't do that. I... I can help you, okay? As long as we don't do that, I can help you."
"Huh?" I felt utterly disoriented but couldn't help playing along with her act. "How... how do you plan to help me?"
The little enchantress bit her lower lip lightly, her watery eyes wide open as she timidly asked, "Is... is it okay to use my hand?"
Even though I knew she was acting, I still got caught up in the emotion, as if the girl before me were truly my little sister. My heart began to race uncontrollably, my throat went dry, and I kept swallowing nervously.
At the same time, the passionate memories from the movie theater flooded back into my mind.
Seeing that I didn't respond, Anuo trembled as she reached out her arm, placing her hand on my crotch. She pulled down my zipper, glanced up at me, bit her lip, and then slipped her hand inside.
Through my underwear, her delicate, pale hand gently grasped my already hardened cock, moving her wrist to stroke it once before sliding in along the edge of the underwear.
Her slender, jade-like hand pressed against my thigh as it slid inward until her palm lightly wrapped around my shaft. The pleasure made my back straighten, and I let out a muffled groan as a drop of sticky fluid oozed from the tip.
Her pale, delicate hand began to stroke the hard cock up and down, though it seemed somewhat clumsy and inexperienced. Her face flushed red, her eyes tightly shut, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. She looked both startled and shy, completely devoid of her usual confidence and boldness. In that daze, it truly felt as if Beibei were giving me a handjob.
Thinking of my little sister, my cock grew even harder, and I couldn't help but let out soft moans from my throat.
Since the position wasn't very comfortable, I whispered, "Let's go to the bed in the room."
Anuo stood up with me, her hand still tucked inside my pants as we made our way back to the bedroom. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she continued to gently rub and stroke.
While savoring the pleasure brought by her soft, delicate hand, I glanced down at the white pantyhose beneath her pleated skirt. I remembered that Beibei had only worn white children's tights before middle school and had never dressed like this again after starting high school.
Closing my eyes, I couldn't help but imagine Beibei in my mind. My right hand instinctively rested on the slender, white-silk-clad leg of the girl, gently caressing it. The faint rustling sound filled my ears, and my entire body felt indescribably pleasurable.
My hand slid down the beautiful, silk-clad leg until it reached the mysterious triangular area between her thighs. Anuo let out a soft gasp and anxiously said, "No, you can't touch there."
"Why not?" I asked, eyes closed and breathing heavily, pretending not to know.
"That's... that's..." she whispered, her voice as faint as a mosquito's, shyly saying, "the place where I pee."
This little enchantress seemed to have figured me out completely—every move, every word, stirring my desire to its peak.
Even though I knew she was deliberately acting to tease me, I couldn't help but play along and ask, "Why not? I'm just touching it, nothing else."
"But... Mom said that place shouldn't be touched by boys."
"Brother is different from other boys. I'm just touching Beibei's thigh, nothing else." As I spoke, my hand continued to stroke the inside of her thigh. The soft, tender flesh beneath the white silk pantyhose felt supple and bouncy, making it impossible to resist.
"Then... you can only touch my thigh, not... oh, you... you're not keeping your word." Anuo widened her eyes, looking at me with a mix of shyness and reproach.
As she spoke, I moved my hand upward, covering the area between her legs with my entire palm. I could feel the warmth through the fabric of her stockings and panties, sensing the soft, raised mound of her pubic area.
"Brother, move your hand away, you can't touch there. That's where I pee," the little enchantress pleaded anxiously, squirming beneath me.
Completely immersed in the moment, I continued to caress the area beneath her skirt, panting heavily. "Just one touch, my dear Beibei, let me touch it just once. You've already touched my pee-pee place, so it's only fair that I touch yours."
"No, it's not fair! Brother, you're not keeping your word," she protested, sitting on the edge of the bed, her white-stockinged legs kicking back and forth as her voice trembled with tears.
Even so, her small hand remained inside my pants, gripping my firm shaft and stroking it up and down.
Though it felt incredibly pleasurable, I was no longer satisfied with just that. I pulled her hand out, pushed her down onto the bed, and climbed on top of her, straddling her flat stomach as I looked down at her.
Annuo lay on her back, her innocent yet alluring face filled with fear. Her eyes glistened, and her lips trembled as she asked timidly, "Brother, what... what are you doing?"
In a daze, I could no longer tell whether she was the mischievous little enchantress or the clever, adorable Beibei. Without thinking, I leaned down and kissed her gently.
Our lips met—sweet, cool, and tender. The soft touch elicited a soft moan from the girl.
When our lips parted, I saw her eyes tightly shut, her eyelashes fluttering, and her chest rising and falling gently. Her pink tongue unconsciously licked her cherry lips, a natural and charming display of innocence.
We stared into each other's eyes, both breathing heavily. After a moment of silence, I suddenly pulled back, stood by the bed, lifted her small foot clad in white stockings, and pressed the plump sole against my face. Taking a deep breath, I inhaled a faint, delicate fragrance mixed with a hint of sourness and the scent of leather, which stirred my desires intensely.
I had completely let go of myself, like a beast in heat, extending my tongue to gently lick the sole of the little enchantress's foot through the thin white stockings.
Through the sheer fabric, the delicate, jade-like skin of her foot was faintly visible. Under my licking and nuzzling, her body trembled slightly, her foot curling tightly like a cat's paw. The tip of her stocking stretched, almost transparent, and her toes pressed together, slender and adorable. Though her nails were unpolished, they gleamed with a natural shine.
Looking past her toes, I saw the little enchantress's eyes hazy with desire, her cheeks flushed. She bit her finger, gazing at me timidly, her shy and pitiful expression unmistakably that of Beibei.
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