After sitting in his room for what felt like an eternity, trapped in his own physical agony and raging lust, Jun Hao finally decided to move. The pressure between his legs was unbearable; his massive manhood was still fully erect, hard as steel, and throbbing heavily beneath his loose trousers, creating a huge, obscene bulge that stuck out proudly. It was a monstrous size — 28 centimeters in length and 7 centimeters in thickness, a heavy, thick rod of pure flesh that was way beyond anything a normal human body could handle. Jun Hao was a true pervert, a man whose mind was filled with nothing but dirty, lewd thoughts, hiding perfectly behind the mask of the polite, gentle eldest son. He loved nothing more than to toy with women, to make them lose control, and to see them completely undone just by his touch. His special talent was his fingers — long, thick, and incredibly skilled — which he used to drive women crazy until they squirted over and over again until they were weak and exhausted.

He walked out of his room, legs slightly apart to accommodate the massive weight between his legs, and stopped right in front of Mei Ling’s door, which was slightly ajar. Peeking inside, his dark eyes lit up with wicked, greedy desire.

There she was — his fifteen-year-old younger sister, lying flat on her stomach across the bed, legs bent and swaying innocently in the air, completely absorbed in her book. She was wearing nothing but tiny shorts and a thin t-shirt that clung to her developing body, outlining the shape of her small buttocks and slender waist perfectly. To anyone else, she was just an innocent girl. But to Jun Hao, she was a delicious prey waiting to be devoured.

He pushed the door open slowly and stepped inside, his tall, massive frame casting a large shadow over the room.

"Reading again, Ling?" his deep voice sounded calm and gentle, completely hiding the filthy thoughts racing through his mind. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Mei Ling jumped slightly, then turned her head back, smiling happily when she saw it was him. "Brother Hao! You surprised me. Yeah, this story is really good. I’ve been lying here for quite a while now."

Jun Hao walked closer, stopping right beside her bed. He looked down at her small, soft body stretched out on the mattress, his eyes roaming greedily over her curves. "Lying in one position for too long isn’t good, you know," he said casually, feigning concern. He let his gaze linger on her back, her waist, and the shape of her hips. "Does your body feel stiff or sore? Your shoulders? Or your back?"

Mei Ling stretched her arms lazily, arching her back a little. "Hmm... actually... now that you mention it... my shoulders feel a bit heavy, and my lower back is kind of achy. Maybe I stayed still too long."

A dark, excited smirk formed deep inside Jun Hao’s mind, though his face remained perfectly kind. He leaned down slightly, his broad chest almost touching the bed, his voice dropping to a soft, tempting tone.

"If it hurts... do you want me to rub it for you? I can give you a proper massage, using oil. It will feel much better. I know exactly how to press the soreness away."

Mei Ling’s face lit up. She trusted him completely. "Really? You will do that for me? Yes please, Brother! That sounds amazing."

"Of course," Jun Hao replied smoothly. "Stay exactly like that, lying face down. Don’t move."

He turned away for a moment to grab a bottle of warm scented oil, using that moment to adjust his trousers, trying to hide the huge, rock-hard erection straining painfully against the fabric. He walked back to the bed and sat down on the edge, his massive weight sinking the mattress deeply. His legs were spread wide apart, the heavy, thick length of his manhood pressing hot and hard against his thigh, throbbing with desperate need.

He poured a generous amount of warm oil into his large palms, rubbing his hands together until they were shiny, slick, and warm.

"Relax now..." he whispered.

Slowly, he lowered both hands onto her back. At first, he started normally, just like a caring brother would. His huge hands covered almost her entire back. He rubbed the oil smoothly over her shoulders, pressing firmly and kneading the tense muscles, moving slowly down her spine, across her shoulder blades, and along her waist. His touch was strong, warm, and skilled, and Mei Ling immediately sighed in pleasure, burying her face into the pillow.

"Ahhh... that feels so good..." she murmured softly.

But for Jun Hao, this was just the beginning. As he worked his hands lower and lower, his innocent act began to fade, replaced by his true lewd nature. He let his hands drift away from her back muscles, sliding slowly towards the sides of her body, closer and closer to her soft, sensitive curves.

His large hands moved over her ribs, then slowly, deliberately, slipped inward towards the sides of her chest. He pressed his oily palms firmly against the sides of her small breasts, rubbing and kneading the soft flesh there through her thin shirt, his fingers digging slightly into the sensitive tissue.

Mei Ling’s breath hitched instantly. She gasped, her body jerking slightly. "B-Brother... that... that feels... strange..."

"Hmm? Does it?" Jun Hao asked in a low, raspy voice, pretending not to know, while inside he was laughing wickedly. He did not stop. In fact, he rubbed there more firmly, circling his palms slowly, squeezing the softness gently but persistently. "Just relaxing the muscles, Ling... breathe normally..."

He continued moving his hands, now completely abandoning the proper massage areas. One hand stayed kneading and pressing against the side and bottom of her breast, while his other hand slid further down, past her waist, over her hips, and down onto her thick, soft thighs. He spread his fingers wide, rubbing the oil deep into her thighs, moving slowly upward, closer and closer to the inner part, the most sensitive spot of all.

Mei Ling’s breathing changed completely. It became fast, shallow, and ragged. She was panting heavily now, her small body trembling slightly beneath his hands. Every time his large, oily hand brushed near her chest or rubbed high up on her inner thigh, a strange, hot shiver ran through her. She didn’t understand what was happening, only that her body was reacting wildly to his touch, heat pooling deep inside her lower belly.

Jun Hao was getting more and more excited. Seeing her react like this, hearing her heavy breathing, feeling her body grow soft and responsive under his skilled fingers, drove his lust to new heights. His own massive erection throbbed violently, aching to be released, but he loved this game too much to stop.

He became bolder. His hand on her thigh moved inward completely, sliding between her legs, rubbing firmly against the soft, sensitive skin right beside her private area, massaging in slow, circular motions. At the same time, his other hand pressed fully against her breast now, kneading it openly, squeezing the soft mound, his thumb rubbing right over where her nipple was, hardening beneath the fabric.

"Ahh... ahh... Brother... Hao..." Mei Ling whimpered, her hips instinctively grinding slightly against the bed, her back arching up off the mattress. She was completely breathless now, panting wildly, her mind fuzzy and filled with an intense, unknown pleasure.

Jun Hao grinned wickedly, his eyes dark and burning with lust. That’s it... lose control for me...

He increased the pressure and speed. He rubbed her inner thigh right against her sensitive slit through her shorts, his fingers moving rapidly, circling and pressing expertly, using that skill he had perfected on so many women. At the same time, he twisted and squeezed her breast, pinching the sensitive peak through the cloth. He attacked her most sensitive points relentlessly, his hands moving faster, rougher, more lewd, treating his own little sister exactly like he treated his clients.

"Uhhh... ahhh! AHHH!" Mei Ling cried out, her body suddenly arching off the bed completely, her back bowing high, her legs shaking violently.

A sudden, powerful spasm tore through her body. From between her legs, a huge amount of hot, clear liquid gushed out uncontrollably, soaking her thin shorts instantly. It spread rapidly, wetting the fabric completely, making a large dark patch right where Jun Hao’s hand was rubbing. She squirted again and again, her body convulsing, her face buried in the pillow as she let out long, high-pitched moans of overwhelming pleasure, completely losing her mind from the intense sensation his fingers gave her.

Jun Hao didn’t stop even then. He kept rubbing and pressing against her wet, dripping area, enjoying the wetness soaking his hand through the cloth, watching his innocent little sister tremble, gasp, and soak her own bed completely, exhausted and completely undone, all because of his touch.

He looked at the wet patch spreading wide across her shorts, listened to her ragged, breathless panting, and smiled darkly, satisfied. This was exactly what he loved — seeing them wet, weak, and completely at his mercy.