Chapter 822: The Special Benefits of Squats
"Hey handsome, wake up! I've been waiting for you forever," a soft, youthful voice called out at 6:30 AM, making Kevin's heart flutter.
Kevin, still with his eyes closed, reached under his pillow to turn off the alarm, which had a cute girl’s voice. He yawned and lazily got out of bed to dress.
During middle school, Kevin had a phase where he was obsessed with Marilyn Monroe. He bought several posters of her and plastered them above his bed, drooling over her sexy long legs. Later, Albert got a computer and eagerly shared Monroe's adult films with him. Kevin had been puzzled at first, wondering why Monroe's breasts seemed larger, only to realize later that the actress was a look-alike.
Thinking back to those days when he and Albert would laugh and critique the Japanese actresses' bodies on screen while competing to see who could last longer during masturbation, it felt like it was just yesterday. But now, things between him and Albert had changed so much.
Kevin put on his running shoes and stepped outside. The air was particularly fresh after last night's heavy rain, and the ground was still damp. He quickly walked to the gate of a nearby house and called out loudly, "Sis, sis!"
"Coming!" A clear voice responded, and soon the gate creaked open. Doris stepped out quickly, wearing a red tracksuit and black shorts that highlighted her shapely figure. Her modest but firm breasts were tightly wrapped in her sportswear, exuding youthful vitality.
Lately, Kevin had been inviting Doris to go running and exercise in the park every morning. While Doris wasn't as stunningly sexy as Audrey, she was still quite attractive and had been Kevin's playmate since childhood. With Audrey gone, Kevin found himself subconsciously seeking comfort in Doris, hoping to find traces of Audrey in her.
"Kevin, can you not shout so loudly next time? You woke up my whole family," Doris complained, twisting her hips and stretching, her plump buttocks swaying enticingly.
"Okay, got it," Kevin replied, doing his warm-up exercises. Watching Doris's hips sway, he joked, "Sis, your butt is really perky, like a balloon. Can I touch it?"
Since they had known each other since they were kids, Kevin felt comfortable saying anything to Doris, knowing she wouldn't get mad.
"Get lost, you cheeky brat. How dare you flirt with your sister!" Doris rolled her eyes at him and suddenly slapped his butt, grinning. "Your butt is pretty firm too."
Kevin was speechless. This seemingly demure girl was actually a tomboy at heart, and he had never managed to get the upper hand with her.
After their warm-up, they jogged side by side to the small park to the south. Kevin watched Doris's breasts bounce lightly with each step, like two lively rabbits. He thought about how if Audrey were running like this, it would be a much more dramatic sight.
Every fall, the school held a sports day, and both students and staff participated. Kevin imagined Audrey in sportswear, causing a sensation. But thinking about their strained relationship, he figured he would be just another spectator admiring her from the sidelines.
They soon reached the park and ran five or six laps before starting their exercises in a corner. The park was bustling with people doing various activities, from dancing to spinning tops to practicing swordplay.
Doris did a set of lunges and burpees, followed by two sets of planks, soon working up a sweat. She wiped her forehead and then spread her legs apart, arms extended forward, and slowly squatted down until her butt almost touched the ground, then stood back up, repeating the motion. Her tight shorts clung to her firm buttocks, revealing the outline of her vulva.
Kevin was stretching his legs when he noticed Doris doing squats. Watching her butt move up and down, his mind wandered. The squat motion was similar to the cowgirl position in sex, requiring good physical fitness.
He remembered how Alissa would get tired after a few minutes of riding him, but Grace could go for half an hour, her large butt moving up and down on his member like a perpetual motion machine, almost draining him dry. Grace, a gym teacher, had impressive stamina and mastered even the most challenging positions. It was a pity that such a sexy woman was married to someone as unimpressive as Byron.
But life is like drinking water; only the person drinking knows if it's hot or cold. Grace had accepted her situation, and Kevin had no right to judge. If not for Grace's unsatisfactory marital life, Kevin wouldn't have had the chance to enjoy her.
Doris was focused on her workout when she noticed Kevin staring at her. She glared at him and snapped, "What are you looking at? Is there something on my face? Get on with your exercises."
Kevin grinned and said, "Sis, why do you like doing squats so much? You do them every morning."
"Of course, squats have many benefits," Doris replied, standing up after another set and rubbing her sore back. "Squats not only train your legs but also your glutes. They work your entire body, especially improving leg strength and jumping ability. Kevin, you should do more squats too; they're really good for you."
Kevin thought to himself that while squats were great for fitness, they had other benefits for women, like making the cowgirl position easier during sex. That was a special use of squats.
Suddenly, Doris cried out in pain and started swaying. Kevin rushed over to support her and helped her sit on a nearby bench. "Sis, what's wrong?" he asked.
"My calf cramped. Help me massage it," Doris said, grimacing and lifting her leg onto Kevin's knee. "Hurry, it hurts so much."
"Okay, okay," Kevin replied, massaging Doris's smooth, silky leg. Her skin was so soft and elastic, full of collagen, making his heart race. He couldn't help but gently stroke her leg.
"Massage, not tickle! Put some strength into it," Doris scolded, seeing Kevin's light touch. "Are you hungry, or have you never touched a woman's leg before?"
Kevin, feeling frustrated, applied more pressure, thinking to himself that he had not only touched a woman's leg but also had sex. But he didn't dare protest, knowing Doris would complain to his mother, which would get him into trouble.
Doris had a bit of a wild streak, like a tomboy who had grown into a beautiful woman. She used to climb trees and catch fish with the boys, and though she had mellowed with age, she still had that fiery spirit.
After a while, Kevin's hands grew tired. "Sis, is that enough? My hands are sore," he complained.
"Just a few more minutes. It feels so good," Doris said, enjoying the massage. "You probably haven't even held a girl's hand at school. Appreciate this chance to touch a woman's leg. I'll massage you afterward."
"Fine," Kevin sighed, continuing to massage her leg. If it were any other guy, he would be thrilled at the opportunity. But for Kevin, who was used to touching beautiful women like Audrey, Alissa, and Vanessa, this was nothing special. Still, with them all away for the summer, he had to settle for Doris's legs.
But because he was so familiar with Doris, touching her didn't excite him as much. Her leg muscles were firm and strong, making the massage tiring work. After ten minutes, he was sweating and exhausted.
"Alright, that's enough," Doris said, standing up and feeling much better. "You're pretty good at this. You should massage me after every workout."
"Why should I?" Kevin protested. "I'm not your boyfriend. Massaging you once is enough."
"Why? Because I'm stronger than you," Doris said, playfully punching his head. "You want to be my boyfriend? I'll tell your mom and see what she thinks."
"Okay, okay, I was wrong," Kevin conceded, feeling defeated. "I'll massage you from now on."
"That's more like it," Doris laughed. "Let's go home for breakfast."
Kevin and Doris walked back to Dawnridge, where they parted ways. When Kevin got home, he saw his mother had already left. She had left two pieces of bread, a plate of fried potatoes, and a boiled egg on the table. He felt a wave of gratitude and shame, remembering his inappropriate thoughts about her the night before. He berated himself for being worse than an animal, letting his pent-up desires cloud his judgment. Masturbation wasn't enough; he needed real sex.
But with Alissa and Grace away, and Caroline under his mother's watchful eye, he had no suitable outlet for his urges. Just then, his phone rang, displaying an unfamiliar number.
Kevin was puzzled. He had only recently gotten the phone, and few people knew the number. Could it be Audrey, using her husband's phone? His heart raced as he answered, "Hello, sis, is that you?"
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