My Sister is Very Obsessive

"Hoo, hoo-"

Sister's pretty face was blushing and her head was raised, her small mouth was open and she was gasping for breath.

My palms rubbed her cheeks gently, breathing a little too fast.

"This time, it will take ten minutes this time!" My sister said intermittently.

"No!" I shook my head, "It's only five minutes at most, probably less than that, your lung capacity is really too small!"

"Blame me!" My sister's voice was a little aggrieved.

"Blame me, blame me for being too soft-hearted with you on weekdays, so I can't help rushing you to run!"

"I tell you, you're going to be beaten!"

Saying that, my sister stretched out her hand and twisted my waist fiercely, and continued,

"You didn't force me to go for a run the other night!"

Uh... it seems like this is really the case? So I smiled embarrassingly, took the initiative to support her shoulders exposed in the air, and turned her whole body around,

"Let me see your back!"

As soon as I said that, my sister immediately guessed my plan. The wedding dress she was wearing had a V-shaped opening on the back, and the opening angle extended all the way to the waistline.

"Brother, you are getting more and more dishonest!"

My sister turned her head and winked at me.

I smiled at her, but didn't say anything to refute.

Reaching out her hand and gently brushing her hair away, the jade backlight is as white and tender as cream, the back is slightly sunken, and the shoulder blades are not very prominent.

I couldn't help holding her pink shoulders, then leaned over and gently kissed her smooth jade back.

My sister's body also trembled slightly, but then she returned to normal.

I just couldn't help kissing, and I didn't do anything too much. After the kiss, I turned my sister's body around and put her in my arms.

"I really want to crumple you into a ball and stuff it into my heart forever." I said to her in a low voice beside her ear.

"Brother, you are so cruel, you actually want to rub me into a ball."

My sister's smooth white and tender arms were slightly bent, and she hugged my back. When she spoke, the heat from her small mouth penetrated through the clothes and hit my chest.

I originally wanted to argue with her, but when I saw a young woman with a camera hanging around her neck and dressed in a literary atmosphere walking in, I knew that the photographer was here.

So, I whispered in my sister's ear, "The photographer is here", and then she took the initiative to withdraw from my embrace.

Soon, the photographer came to us, she reached out to me with a smile on her face, and said something I liked to hear,

"It's a really talented couple!"

"thanks!"

I held her fingertips and shook it gently, not to mention how happy I was.

After shaking hands, we entered the main topic, taking wedding photos, naturally all kinds of intimate actions, such as hugging, kissing, etc., are normal things.

Originally, my elder sister was also quite bold. In school, she never shy away from pulling and hugging me, even with the students around me.

But now she was shy.

Not to mention his blushing, the whole person became reserved.

The photographer held the camera, facing us, and the young lady holding the lighting board kept adjusting the angle.

...

"Bride, come a little closer, don't be shy!"

"It's best to close your eyes when kissing."

"Don't hug, don't stand too far, leave a gap of light between the two, hold hands, groom, you bow your head to kiss the bride, the bride you also raise your head hard, the groom is a lot taller than you, If your head is not too high, the bridegroom will appear hunched over in the photo."

...

During the process of taking pictures, the photographer kept directing my sister and I in various intimate poses. At first, my sister couldn't let go, so I had to actively guide her in various ways.

But it was not needed later, because she was also immersed in this kind of beauty, and we were able to complete the various requirements of the photographer without any gaps.

Probably the photographer has not found a perfect "model" like my sister and I for a long time. She seems to be unable to stop this shot.

After shooting for more than an hour, my sister suddenly wrapped my arm and whispered in my ear,

"Brother, how long will she be filming? My feet hurt."

"Huh?" I looked at her in confusion.

So my sister gently lifted the skirt and motioned me to look down.

The elder sister was wearing a pair of high-heeled sandals with crystal soles, and with her small and slender jade feet, everything seemed just right.

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts a little bit, but not very sore!"

"Is that so, then let me tell the photographer!"

Anyway, we've done enough shoots, and today was just a make-up trial on our whim.

Just when I was going to tell the photographer, or if it was like this today, the photographer noticed that my sister and I were standing together and whispering in a low voice, so he took the initiative to ask,

"What's wrong!"

"We're a little tired, let's just forget about it today!"

I responded with a smile.

The photographer raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, "It's been an hour so soon?"

My sister and I nodded slightly.

"Pfft!"

Seeing the reaction of my sister and I, the photographer couldn't help laughing.

"It's rare to meet such a talented and beautiful combination of you, whether it's in terms of appearance or photogenic effect, it's not bad at all compared to the professional models invited in the store to take promotional photos.

"thanks!"

"You're welcome, if you are tired, you can rest here now. I'm going to take pictures. It will take about half an hour!"

After finishing speaking, the photographer and the young lady with the lighting board left together.

After everyone left, I supported my sister and slowly sat on the lawn.

"Wow, it's so comfortable to sit!"

"Um!"

I smiled and nodded, then walked over to her feet, squatted down, and reached out to lift her skirt.

"Brother, what are you doing!" My sister looked at me puzzled, "Come and sit, I'm leaning on you!"

"Didn't you say your feet hurt!" I reached out and held her slender ankles, then unfastened the buckle of the crystal sandals and took them off for her, "Let me rub it for you!"

"Then I need both feet!"

"Well, I kneaded this one first, and then I will knead the other one for you!"

"Okay!" My sister happily agreed, and then took the initiative to lift her foot and put it on my knee.

I also sat down on the ground, hugged her legs, placed them on her thighs, then pinched her small soles and twisted them slightly.

After rubbing her ankles for a while, I pinched her toes again. When I was going to massage the soles of her feet, I was kicked by the ticklish woman.

I looked at my sister who couldn't stop laughing speechlessly.

"Don't keep moving around, okay?"

"Too, haha, it's too itchy, hahaha..."

"Can't you bear it, you are moving and I won't massage your feet!"

"do not do it!"

Saying that, my sister bent her knees and moved to me like a caterpillar, then she stretched her arms around my neck, and her pink lips took the initiative to smack my cheeks,

"People don't want to, they just can't help it!"

"Kiss and I'll press it for you!"

"Then I will kiss you!"

After speaking, my sister put her chin on my shoulder and kept her little mouth against my cheek.