Chapter 96: Don’t Tell Me Sister Also Brought a Man Home?
Angie and Anna were in their late twenties, approaching thirty.
This was a woman’s prime—a golden age of peak allure and beauty, and a time when desire was at its most intense.
Yet for these two sisters, one was too insecure from her illness to even consider finding a boyfriend like other girls, while the other was too busy caring for her sister and making a living to have any time for romance.
For years, they had been trapped in a painful struggle against loneliness and longing.
If they had been ordinary girls with plain looks, the kind boys didn’t pursue, their limited contact with the opposite sex might have made things more bearable.
But when it came to looks, the sisters Angie and Anna were no less beautiful than Lin Xiaowei. In figure and bearing, they could easily hold their own against paragons of beauty like Qin Fei’Er and Su Qianqian.
Never mind what happened if they lingered somewhere on purpose; even just walking down the street, plenty of men would come up and try to hit on them.
This was especially true for Angie. Whether during her time in sales or later as a hospital nurse, there was no shortage of handsome, wealthy men who pursued her relentlessly.
Among her suitors were men who genuinely caught her interest. There had even been times when, with a simple nod, she could have had it all—money, and the chance to lie back and indulge in carnal pleasure.
But the moment she thought of her sister’s condition, Angie had no choice but to suppress her own desires, putting on a cold front and rejecting them all.
The saying that a woman at thirty is like a wolf, and at forty, a tiger, might be a slight exaggeration.
But you have to admit, once a woman reaches a certain age, there are many times when her passions become truly difficult to control.
Furthermore, both Angie and Anna were the type of women who were particularly sensitive to their desires, with a naturally high libido.
This was evident from the way Anna had actively taken the initiative with Chenyang, and from her insatiable demands.
And Angie was just as passionate as her sister, if not more so.
So one can only imagine how painful the torment of all those years must have been.
At this very moment, watching her sister cry out so loudly, looking so blissful during that intense session, Angie’s heart filled with a sour mix of jealousy and envy.
Then, when she saw Chenyang’s formidable prowess and his impressive assets, the flames of desire that Angie had kept sealed away deep inside her suddenly shattered their bonds. They erupted into fiery dragons, racing through every inch of her body.
In a mere instant, lust consumed her. As she grew more and more agitated, she was also plunged into an endless, aching void.
She desperately wished she could take Anna’s place in the video.
She longed to experience it for herself, to feel what it would be like to have that terrifying thing of Chenyang’s inside her.
Gradually, a hazy, unfocused look clouded her beautiful eyes.
Feelings of envy and longing made her bite gently on her full, red lips.
As the video continued to play, the chaotic thoughts in her mind slowly coalesced into vivid fantasies.
Involuntarily, she leaned against a kitchen cabinet.
Her fair, slender hand slipped irresistibly inside her tiny hot pants.
Her sexy lace panties were already soaked through from her vivid, erotic fantasies.
Her slender fingers traced the curve of the mound, expertly finding their way to the misty, rain-slicked Peach Blossom Sanctuary.
The moment her fingers brushed against that tender pink flesh, a jolt like an electric current shot through her entire body.
"Mmm... I... I need this so badly."
The wondrous sensation made Angie let out a soft moan. The emptiness deep inside her grew more demanding, compelling her to push her fingers deep within.
Waves of tingling pleasure eased the ache of emptiness slightly, but in its place, the craving to be truly filled became overwhelmingly intense.
She couldn’t help but quicken her pace.
Her body slowly slid down along the cabinet until she was sitting on the floor.
She placed the phone, still playing the video, on the floor in front of her.
Her free hand reached up, grasping one of her heaving breasts through the thin fabric of her top.
As she kneaded her breast, alternating between gentle and firm squeezes, her fingers below moved in a rhythm of deep thrusts and shallow strokes.
"Ah... that feels so good."
"Yes... just like that. Harder... deeper... mmm..."
Losing herself in the moment, Angie completely forgot she was supposed to be brewing medicine.
It was as if she had entered a world all her own.
She vented all her loneliness through waves of pleasurable moans.
And through her powerful fantasies, she sought the release she had craved for so long.
And the man riding her in her fantasy was none other than Chenyang, the same man locked in a heated battle with Anna in the video.
That terrifyingly huge member gave Angie endless fuel for her fantasies.
She fantasized about them joined together, fantasized about doing it standing up, sitting down, on all fours...
She fantasized about leaving their sweat on every surface of the kitchen.
Perhaps it was the powerful visual of Chenyang, or maybe it was just watching the video, but the pleasure she was giving herself now was far more intense than any time she had secretly played alone before.
She was completely lost in her pleasure, unable to pull back, and totally unaware that Anna had woken up on the sofa.
Her eyes still hazy with sleep, she was savoring the memory of her own intense session with Chenyang.
But her reverie lasted less than two seconds before her attention was caught by the intermittent, soft moans coming from the kitchen.
Her beautiful eyes narrowed. ’Is my sister feeling unwell? No, that sound... it’s more like *that*. But why does she sound so much more excited than ever before? Don’t tell me she brought a man home, too?’