Living Massage Stick

Actually, just being together like this has already gained quite a lot—at least being directly naked with Qing Jie and touching those three spots. After putting on clothes, I quietly returned to my place and bathed again. While showering, my mind was filled with sister's naked body; sitting at the desk with books spread open, it was still full of her beautiful breasts and private parts. At midnight came a knock on the door—entering the room was sister, wearing a T-shirt and athletic shorts, standard bedtime attire. Blushing, she sat on the edge of the bed, right behind me. I joked, "Sister hasn't gone to sleep yet at this hour—want to talk about what happened in the bath?" She nodded; surprisingly, it was true. A bit flustered, I said, "Really? I was just talking nonsense." Sister: "Not joking—I'm serious." So I quickly turned my chair to face her properly, like listening to an elder's lecture. She continued: "During the bath I was completely naked with no defenses. If you had violated me, I would have called it quits right there and treated you as a stranger from then on." She paused, then said: "But you didn't. Later you also know—if I allowed it you did it, if not you didn't overstep. Honestly I was surprised; I thought men are always horny, only caring about what they want and ignoring what a woman wants!" The final point: "I'm not psychologically ready to have sex with a man, so as long as there's no genital insertion during the process, we can satisfy each other sexually—whether we do it or not… up to you." I thought about it for a while; male orgasm doesn't require thrusting—manual stimulation, oral… can't you still play until you come? So I said: "So I… should just be your 'living massage stick' then?" Sister nodded, her face even redder.