My hazy childhood years—Xiangxiang, my female classmate

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In the hazy days of my childhood—my classmate Xiangxiang,
cicadas chirping the summer breeze on the banyan tree by the pond. Only butterflies perched on the swings by the meadow…

Everyone is familiar with the song "Childhood." I spent my childhood in a daze. Even in high school, I was still clueless about girls. This might be because I developed later; in my mind, girls seemed to mature earlier than boys and knew more.

Because I was short and mischievous, the teachers always put me in the second row.

There was a girl who sat in front of me from the first year of high school, no matter how many times the seating arrangement changed.

She had two thick, black braids tied with colorful ribbons into two bows. When she walked, her two long braids swayed back and forth, like two butterflies fluttering behind her, quite a sight.

During class, she liked to lean against my desk, her two thick, black braids often draped over it, so I would secretly use thumbtacks to press them down. When class ended, as soon as she stood up, her hair would be pulled, causing her to cry out and sit back down. Perhaps I really hurt her, because she started crying sadly. I didn't know what to do, but I didn't want to apologize.

Also, sometimes I would deliberately point my pen forward, and when she leaned back, the pen would poke her back. Because it was during class, she didn't dare make a sound, and could only lie on her desk and secretly shed tears. Anyway, there were many pranks like this, but I quickly forgot about them.

At first, I didn't notice, until many classmates started joking about her with me. That's when I noticed this girl would always glance back at me, but in her resentful eyes, I saw something else entirely.

She was beautiful, a typical Jiangnan beauty; a fair, oval face, a slender figure, her eyes crinkling when she smiled, her lips not showing her teeth, and two faint dimples on her cheeks.

One day in my second year of high school, a group of us boys and girls went hiking. After lunch, some chatted, some played cards, and I was reading.

Suddenly, a female classmate gently called me, saying that Xiangxiang (the girl's name was Xiang) wanted me to come over.

I went over and asked, "What's up?"

She said she wanted to take a picture with me.

I said, "Didn't we take a lot of pictures this morning?"

She said she wanted to take a picture with me alone. We were about to graduate, and I was certain I'd go to university in another city, while she'd probably only get into a local school. Because I was from out of town, and she was a local, her family wanted her to stay.

I remembered the prank I'd played on her and asked if she hated me. She shook her head, smiled, and said, "When I think about hating you, I look at your picture and scold you."

I knew she was joking, so I took a picture with her alone.

Maybe this is what people mean when they say, "Boys who aren't bad, girls don't love." But later, this photo followed me through university, graduation, and then to work, and I don't know when I lost it. That's just how careless boys are! (As for hers, I'll explain later…) The next afternoon after school, a male classmate asked me: "Did you take a picture with her alone?" I had no choice but to answer truthfully.

He said, "Xiangxiang likes you."

I said, "Impossible! I was so mean to her!"

He said, "It's true. Last night after we got home, everyone knew she took a picture with you alone, and they teased her about it, but she just smiled and didn't say anything."

I didn't take it too seriously and just focused on studying for the college entrance exam.

One afternoon, I opened my schoolbag after school and found a book inside with a note from Xiangxiang telling me to finish reading it that night and return it to her the next day. When I saw the book was tattered and handwritten in ballpoint pen, I lost interest. The title was "A Girl's Heart," but once I opened it, I was immediately captivated. The descriptions inside made me blush. The most explicit books I'd ever read before were things like "The Wasteland," "White Deer Plain," "The Happy Couple," and "The Amazing Case," etc. I never imagined there were books written like this!

That night, after finishing the book, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, my penis hard. I finally managed to fall asleep on my stomach, and dreamt that Xiangxiang was grabbing my penis, licking and sucking it just like in the book.

I was also touching and rubbing her breasts and vagina… When I woke up the next morning, I couldn't remember what her breasts looked like, or what her vagina looked like! Then I noticed my pants were wet, and I thought I had wet them. Later I learned it was nocturnal emission! I was 15 years old that year.

That day in class, I couldn't concentrate on the teacher. I looked at Xiangxiang's back; her white shirt clearly revealed a V-shape, which made my mind wander. Suddenly, I noticed several small black dots on her white shirt—marks I had left with my pen. Despite washing it carefully many times, the traces remained. I suddenly wondered if her fair, soft back also bore some of those marks. A pang of heartache shot through me! That day, my mind was completely blank; I couldn't recall what classes we had, what the teacher had said. One afternoon after school, she secretly slipped me a note. I opened it and found a movie ticket. That evening, I went to the cinema, found a seat, and she was already sitting next to me. The movie started, and she magically produced all sorts of snacks, stuffing them into my hands. By the way

, the movie that day was *True Lies*. Whenever the movie reached a thrilling or exciting part, she would let out a soft scream, her body involuntarily leaning closer. When the bridge was blown up, the car swayed precariously, a seabird gently landed, and the car plunged into the sea with a shout, Xiangxiang also let out a soft scream, turned to the side, and leaned on my shoulder, too scared to watch. At that moment, I felt like a real man, standing tall and bravely facing the screen. She held my hand, and I could feel that her soft little hand was covered in sweat.

After the movie ended, we slowly squeezed towards the exit with the throng of people. She held my arm tightly, following behind me. I felt something soft against my back, so comfortable, so very comfortable. I suddenly remembered the description in the book—could those be her breasts? My lower body immediately became aroused. I wished time could stand still, that she could just hold me like that.

After leaving the movie theater, I walked her home. Neither of us spoke; she held my arm as we walked silently. Just as we were nearing her house, under a large camphor tree, she noticeably slowed her pace. Under the shade of the tree, I turned back to look at her, wanting to say something, but she gently pulled my arm down, and our faces met. I remembered when I was little, lying obediently in bed, my mother would kiss me on the cheek.

I wondered if she would kiss me like my mother did. But instead, she pressed her lips to mine, and then I remembered the description in the book. I wrapped my arms around her waist and lowered my head to kiss her lips.

At that moment, I felt our hearts pounding, our teeth chattering… Suddenly, I felt something warm and soft licking my lips, and I involuntarily opened them.

It was her tongue licking my teeth. Inspired, I stuck out my tongue and licked hers.

She then licked my tongue, and I licked hers. Our tongues slowly slipped into each other's mouths, and I could taste the sweetness in her mouth… We began to relax a little. Then, I felt her breasts against my chest—a very comfortable, very pleasant sensation. I withdrew one hand and slowly placed it on her chest. I could clearly feel a hard, bean-sized lump on her flesh. At this moment, her whole body began to tremble again.

I gently rubbed it, but she hugged me even tighter, my hardness pressing against her lower abdomen. I remembered the descriptions in the book and wanted to put my hand inside her clothes.

She said: No...no...just like this...afterwards...okay?

I don't know how much time passed, but she pushed me away, looked up with her flushed face, and asked, "Have you ever kissed anyone before?"

I thought for a moment and said, "When I was little, my mom kissed me, but not like this."

She smiled beautifully and said, "That's called a kiss. Now, this is called a kiss."

I said, "How do you know so much? Have you ever kissed anyone before?"

She said, "No, you're the first." When girls are together, older girls often talk about this and that, especially married women who are even more explicit. I've heard it so many times that I've remembered it. ...Do you like kissing me?

I said, "Yes!"

She sighed, and after a while, said, "Okay, let's go home. Your parents will worry if you go home late."

That was my first kiss (or first kiss, I guess).

By the way, Xiangxiang is a year older than me.

It wasn't until later that I understood the saying: a good woman is a textbook, a man's teacher.

So, I want to say to all my fellow men: please don't call women who bring men pleasure and make huge sacrifices "sluts," "whores," etc., okay? Respecting them is respecting yourself!

I especially dislike using vicious and insulting words to describe them.

Perhaps I matured late and didn't quite understand matters of love and sex, so I didn't really care about spending every night with Xiangxiang. In her eyes, I was a mischievous yet clever boy. Besides liking to tease her, my grades were among the best in my grade. She knew I was focused on getting into a good university, and to avoid distracting me, she didn't often ask me out.

At school, she would occasionally exchange glances with me or secretly slip me a note saying she missed me, and I would often put some sweets or treats in her bag. Because her family was of modest means, while mine was better off, uncles and aunts from our compound often brought me treats when they returned from business trips.

After the final exams of our second year of high school, we went to a rural base in the mountains for a ten-day social practice. Everything in the mountains was so new and exciting to us. A beautiful bird or a pretty flower would keep us talking for hours. The next evening, after dinner, Xiangxiang asked me to go for a walk.

We came to a sweet potato field, and after looking around to make sure no one was there, I squatted down and picked two sweet potatoes. Xiangxiang was terrified and pulled me away quickly. As I wiped the sweet potato clean, I peeled it with my teeth and gave it to Xiangxiang. Then I started eating another one. I finished mine in no time, a bit like Pigsy eating ginseng fruit, while Xiangxiang was still slowly chewing her half. She was leaning to the side, covering her mouth with one hand as she ate, as if I were going to steal her food.

Suddenly, she turned her head and noticed I was watching her. She smiled shyly, her cheeks puffed out. I said I wanted more, and she held out the remaining half to me.

I shook my head and said, "I want what's in your mouth!"

She stared at me with wide eyes. I hugged her and lowered my head to put my mouth to hers.

Xiangxiang closed her eyes and slowly spat out some, which I then slowly sucked into my mouth and swallowed.

The blushing sunset had long since hidden itself away, casually raising a huge black umbrella. Unidentified insects chirped everywhere, and the mountain breeze gently combed the earth. Xiangxiang's half-eaten sweet potato was gone; she hugged me tightly, and we kissed passionately… After a while, Xiangxiang's body went limp, and I helped her lie down on the soft grass. She still held me tightly, her mouth still sucking on my tongue.

My hard thing pressed against her thigh, one of her bent legs pressing against her genitals; I could feel it throbbing. My right hand slipped under her clothes and touched her bra. She made soft moans…

I said, "What, take it off?"

She said, "Don't take it off, push it up."

She arched her back slightly, and I pushed the bra up side by side. She buried her head in my chest, trembling, and my right hand finally touched her breast for the first time! Her breast was just the size of my outstretched palm, and I don't know how to describe the smooth, soft feeling; my heart was pounding

! After a while, I started to gently massage it.

Her nipple pressed against my palm, making me feel itchy, so I pinched it between my index and middle fingers, and it became even harder.

Xiangxiang's hand had somehow left my waist and was groping around, trying to undo my belt. My belt was the military kind, not easy to undo. I untied it myself and took off my trousers. She placed both hands on my waist and pulled down my underwear.

I tried to stand up and take them off, but she stopped me, saying, "No, this is fine."

The moment her hand grasped my penis, I felt her hand tremble. My left hand was still kneading her breasts, while my right hand lifted her skirt and slipped inside her underwear.

I touched a patch of soft pubic hair, and further down, my palm covered her mons pubis. My index and ring fingers pressed against her labia majora, and my middle finger pressed against a slippery slit. She placed her left hand on top of my right hand and gently pressed down, causing my middle finger to slide inside. At that moment, her waist arched upwards, her head tilted back, and she let out a soft "ah..."

I thought I had hurt her and quickly tried to pull my middle finger out. She pressed down hard on my right hand with her left, saying, "Don't take it out, move it gently..."

My palm remained pressed against her mons pubis, and my middle finger slowly and gently lifted and pressed down inside her vagina... Her right hand held my penis, the glans against her thigh, making me feel so good. She gently squeezed and relaxed, relaxed and squeezed... I said, "I want to put it in."

She said, "No, I'm scared, leave it for me... okay?"

My middle finger slowly felt a fleshy ball, and I asked her, "Is this the clitoris?"

She said, "This is the clitoris, it's where I urinate, the top is called the urethra."

I gently pressed it and asked, "Does it feel good?"

She said, "Silly boy! Pressing here won't feel good. Touch upwards... Yes, yes, that's the clitoris... Don't press and rub too hard, it will hurt if you stimulate it too much." ...Gently stroking both sides of it, that's the most itchy, the most comfortable!

My middle finger gently scratched and scraped the sides of her clitoris, and at this moment, Xiangxiang's breathing became noticeably rapid and heavy.

Accompanied by her "ah...ah..." sounds, water kept gushing out of her vagina.

I asked her: "Do you need to pee?"

She stroked my face with her left hand and said: "This isn't pee, this is the fountain of love!" As she spoke, the pressure and rhythm of her right hand tightened and relaxed, and I couldn't help but suddenly lie on top of her, my right hand pressing firmly against her clitoris.

She also straightened her legs, tightly clamping my right hand. At that moment, she seemed to stop breathing... After a while, her right hand relaxed slightly, and the tip of my penis, like a gate opening, suddenly gushed out streams of something onto her thigh.

I said: "Oh no, I think I pee!" She chuckled and patted my face, saying, "How can you be so adorably silly? That's ejaculation!"

At that moment, my face must have been burning red! I felt utterly ashamed of my ignorance.

She took out a handkerchief and gently wiped my penis, examining it carefully. Then, she wiped her thighs; after finishing, she rolled up the handkerchief and put it in her small pocket. In the moonlight, I could see her face looked particularly beautiful.

After a while, she said, "Alright, it's too late. If we don't go back soon, the teachers and classmates will get suspicious."

As she spoke, she kissed me on the lips again, her tongue licking my teeth.

I said, "Let's go out again tomorrow night, okay?"

She nodded.

However, the next evening before dinner, I suddenly had a stomachache. The pain was so bad that I rolled around in bed, beads of sweat dripping down my face. My teacher and classmates quickly called the village doctor, but he couldn't do much. He could only give me a painkiller injection and then asked the village to find a way to take me back to the city hospital for a checkup.

When Xiangxiang found out, she immediately ran over and stood by my bedside wiping my sweat and helping the doctor. She didn't even try to hide when the doctor gave me the injection, which made my teacher and classmates stare at her.

The village decided to use a hand tractor to take me away, and the village doctor and a teacher accompanied me. Xiangxiang probably wanted to take me home too, but she opened her mouth several times without daring to say it. Finally, with tears in her eyes, she watched the tractor take me away. As the tractor turned out of the small mountain village, I saw her running far away, standing on the hilltop watching us go.

The moon was very round and bright that night, and the mountain wind blew her skirt. I wondered if she had cried again… The tractor chugged and chugged to the tollbooth at the entrance to the city, where an ambulance was already waiting. At the provincial hospital, a checkup revealed acute appendicitis; I needed immediate hospitalization and surgery.

But when they notified my family to come, no one was home. My father had gone to Beijing for a meeting, my mother had taken a delegation abroad, and some relatives were also out of town.

The hospital had to contact my father, saying that the surgery couldn't be performed without a parent's signature. My father told the hospital to transfer me to our military hospital; he had already arranged it with them, and they would transfer me for surgery immediately.

It was past 10 PM when we arrived at our military hospital. I was wheeled into a small ward with two single beds, air conditioning, a TV, a telephone, and a bathroom—I knew this was a VIP ward.

The pungent smell of Lysol filled the entire space. The only sound in the quiet, white ward was the hissing of the air conditioner; it was chilly, which suddenly made me feel terrified. At that moment, I suddenly missed Xiangxiang so much. How wonderful it would be if she were here with me!

The door opened softly, and a white shadow floated to my bedside. Half-asleep, I thought it was Xiangxiang coming, but when I opened my eyes, it was a nurse. She was wearing a white coat, a white cap, and a large white mask covering her entire face, leaving only her two big, dark eyes blinking at me.

She gently said, "You have no one at home to take care of you, so the hospital assigned me to do so. From now on, you must listen to me."

I said, "No need, I can take care of myself."

She said, "You are a special nurse; someone must be with you 24 hours a day. If it weren't for the political commissar's arrangement, you wouldn't be receiving this treatment!"

I didn't say anything; I knew the hospital's political commissar was my father's old comrade-in-arms.

She said, "Hurry up and take a shower and change your clothes; you're about to have surgery." She placed a hospital gown on my bedside table and asked, "Does it hurt? Can you shower by yourself?"

I said, "It's okay, I can shower by myself."

As I was getting out of bed, she quickly came over and helped me down, taking off my coat and pants until I was only wearing my briefs.

Her hands were soft and warm, constantly touching my body as she undressed me. I've always been very ticklish, and wherever she touched me, I felt itchy. I wanted to laugh but was afraid of the pain, so I had to hold it in. When she bent down to take off my pants, I saw the cleavage of two snow-white mounds squeezed out from the opening of her blouse. Her breasts must be bigger and rounder than Xiangxiang's! I thought… At that moment, my penis involuntarily hardened. She probably noticed the change in me, her eyes fixed on that part of me… She helped me into the bathroom, saying, “Wash yourself thoroughly with plenty of soap, especially the sensitive areas.” Then she left the bathroom, not even closing the door.

After showering, I realized my hospital gown only included clothes and pants—where were my underwear? I asked her loudly, and she said, “Don’t wear underwear, just wear clothes and pants.”

I had no choice but to walk out in the oversized gown, leaning against the wall. She was leaning against another bed watching TV, and asked, “What’s wrong? Does it hurt?”

I said, “It hurts a little. Has the painkiller worn off?”

She quickly came over and helped me lie down on the bed, saying, “Now we need to shave you.”

I didn’t know what shaving meant, and I reached for the blanket.

She said, "How can you shave your genitals under the covers?" I asked, "What's 'shaving your genitals'?"

She laughed and flicked my nose, saying, "Silly boy, it's to disinfect you."

As she spoke, she pulled down my pants. The

last time I'd seen my genitals was when my mother took me for a bath as a child; even Xiangxiang hadn't managed to pull them off. She'd only seen them once yesterday in the dim moonlight! But now, with the fluorescent lights so bright, my manhood instantly sprang to life! I blushed and turned my face away.

She said, "What's wrong? Shy? We haven't started yet!"

I thought shaving my genitals was like applying alcohol or iodine to the buttocks before a shot—just a little disinfectant on my lower abdomen.

But instead, she pulled out a razor. I asked in surprise, "What?" "Use this for surgery?"

She laughed, bending over and saying, "How can you operate like this? This is to shave your pubic hair clean, otherwise the incision will get infected.

" I said, "Can't I not shave it?"

She said, "No!" As she spoke, her left hand gently grasped my penis.

Good heavens! Apart from my mother touching my penis when I was little, Xiangxiang hadn't touched it until yesterday, and today my penis was being held by another woman. That soft little hand gave me a completely different feeling than Xiangxiang's; the stimulating sensation instantly shot to the top of my scalp, and my penis immediately became noticeably hard and much larger.

At that moment, I felt her left hand tighten its grip on my penis slightly. Then she took out a brush, dipped it in some white foamy water, and smeared it back and forth on my pubic area before starting to shave my pubic hair… My body trembled slightly. There wasn't much soft pubic hair, but it was quite neat.

But she still insisted on saying, “Oh, what a pity, you've shaved off the newly grown hair. This is as soft and neat as a baby's lanugo; the hair that grows back later will be hard and crooked.”

I blushed and didn't dare to speak.

She looked at me and said, “Do you have a girlfriend?”

I said, “No.”

She asked again, “Are you 15 this year?”

I said, “Sixteen!”

She laughed again and said, “I'm 19 this year. I've been here for a year since graduating from nursing school. You can call me sister from now on.”

I didn't say anything. She shook my penis and said, “Go ahead and call me that?”

The pain in my stomach worsened with every movement, so I called out, "Sister..."

After carefully scraping, she wiped my lower abdomen with alcohol several times. She looked at it again and again, as if admiring her masterpiece. She sighed and said, "Okay, next program." "

Isn't it over yet? Is there anything else to disinfect?" I asked.

She grasped my penis with her left hand and gently pulled down the foreskin. My penis looked even thicker now, and it was throbbing inside. She pointed to the glans with her right hand and said, "It's here, it's called the coronal sulcus. It's usually covered by the foreskin, and bacteria easily grow there. We need to disinfect it properly." Then she added, "Bear with it." I didn't understand what she meant. She said, "Have you masturbated?"

I said, "No."

She said: That will be very itchy, let me relieve it for you first.

At that moment, I remembered a period when my glans was incredibly itchy, and I couldn't resist pinching it.

Later, my foreskin retracted, exposing my glans, and my penis became noticeably larger. Just then, she gently grasped my coronal sulcus with her right thumb and middle finger, pressing her index finger against my urethral opening.

I immediately cried out from the itching and almost jumped up.

She quickly held me down, saying, "You little rascal, hold it in! Don't move! Relax, exhale!"

I could only try to relax and exhale forcefully… After a while, she loosened her grip slightly, then tightened it again, then loosened it again. Seeing that I wasn't trembling anymore, she said, "Hold on, I'm disinfecting it now." As she spoke, she released her right hand, picked up a piece of alcohol-soaked gauze, wrapped it around my glans, and then held my penis with her left hand. She gently wiped the coronal sulcus with the gauze in her right hand.

I was incredibly itchy, so I forced my mouth open wide, relaxed, and exhaled, making soft "ha, ha" sounds.

She kept reassuring me, saying, "Okay, okay, almost there... You're cooperating quite well!"

She probably does this often; her technique was very professional, and the pressure was just right, making me feel both unbearably itchy and very comfortable. And I hadn't ejaculated yet; only a little bit of glistening stuff squeezed out of the urethral opening.

Finally, she finished wiping. Removing the gauze, she looked at my penis, which her left hand had only grasped half of, and said, "Your little thing is quite big and pretty."

At this, my face turned even redder. She patted my wet, shiny penis and said, "Aren't you going to go soft? Hmm, the foreskin is growing quite well, otherwise you'd need a circumcision." After saying that, she turned around to wash her hands and tidy up her things. That's when I realized she hadn't been wearing gloves! I stared at my exposed member standing erect under my smooth belly, feeling a bit strange. No wonder people grow pubic hair; without it, it looks like a telephone pole, so unsightly! Sigh, after over ten years of being a virgin, either I'm too ashamed to show my face, or I've been manipulated by two women in just two days. It's like being starved of blood when it's dry, and drowning when it's plentiful! You know, men are really strange; why do they stand up and salute women the moment they see them? By the way, did she masturbate me just now? I don't know, it certainly wasn't as pleasurable as described in books.

While I was lost in thought, she came over and gently patted my erect penis, saying, "Why isn't it soft yet?" As she spoke, she gently squeezed and released my penis with both hands until it softened a little, then helped me put on my pants and said, "Let's go, we're going to the operating room."

The surgery went very smoothly, taking less than half an hour, setting a new record for the shortest surgery of its kind at the hospital. I knew this was entirely due to my relatively small stature, as they usually performed surgeries on heavily pregnant officials.

The nurse waited outside the door the whole time. I was wheeled back to the ward, and everyone hurriedly lifted me onto the bed and left.

Only she and I remained in the ward. She pulled up a stool and sat down by my bed, stroking my hair with one hand, and gently asked, "Does it hurt?"

Only then did I realize she had taken off her mask.

She was beautiful, with an oval face, large eyes, and arched eyebrows that stood out against her fair skin; her nose was relatively straight, and her rosy lips were slightly upturned. Short hair was tucked behind her small ears, and half of her ears and hair were covered by a white hat.

Seeing me staring at her, her face flushed slightly, and she said, "Are you sleepy? Go to sleep. I'll sleep in the other bed. If you feel unwell, just call me." I looked at her, my throat a little dry

. I said, "I want some water."

She turned and took a cup, filled it with hot and cold water, and even poured a little on the back of her hand to test the temperature. A hand reached behind me to help me sit up, but the slightest movement sent excruciating pain through my incision, making it impossible.

She looked around and said, "You're in such a rush! You didn't even bring a spoon or straw. How are you going to drink?!"

Seeing my mouth opening and closing, swallowing hard, she took a sip of water, gulped it down a few times, and then swallowed. She said, "Close your eyes. Don't open them without my permission! Open your mouth."

Not knowing what she was going to do, I obediently closed my eyes and opened my mouth.

Suddenly, I felt something warm and soft squeeze into my mouth, and then a trickle of water slowly flowed onto my tongue… Oh my god! I knew it! She had taken a mouthful of water with her own mouth and then fed it to me! This felt completely different from sucking sweet potato from Xiangxiang's mouth! My unruly little thing immediately reacted and became erect. I felt the water was warm and sweet, so I swallowed it and opened my mouth again... After a few sips, she said, "How is it? Feeling better?"

I said, "It tastes great!"

She slapped my face and said, "You little rascal! Open your eyes."

I opened my eyes and looked at her, saying, "...Sister...you're so good..."

She looked at me and said, "Have you ever kissed a girl?"

How could I dare say I had! I said, "I'm so ugly, what girl would like to kiss me?" But secretly, I thought, "I mustn't let Xiangxiang know about this."

She said, "Silly little brother, you're not ugly, girls will like you! I like you too! You really look a lot like my little brother."

At that moment, I wanted to cry, but no tears came out.

She lowered her head again, stroking my head, and said, "Sleep well, let me kiss you one more time!" She then kissed my forehead.

It felt so good, so I turned my face and said, "Sister, I want you to kiss me here again..."

She laughed and said, "You little rascal!" She cupped my chin and kissed both my cheeks heavily, saying, "Okay, sleep well!"

Looking at her flushed face, I said, "Sister, I want to kiss you too!"

She looked at me and said, "Do you like your sister?"

I said, "Yes!"

She lowered her head and let me kiss both her cheeks. When my lips touched her chubby cheeks, my arm intentionally bumped against her full breasts.

Now you're satisfied, aren't you? Sleep well, you little rascal!

Goodnight, sister! I closed my eyes contentedly, pressing my hand firmly against my erect penis… I don’t know how much time passed, but I felt someone pressing on my stomach. Hmm, not bad, I need to pay attention to my diet and bowel movements.

Yes! Head Nurse! I groggily opened my eyes and saw a group of doctors in white coats walking towards the door. The slightly taller woman at the back said to my nurse, “Don’t turn the air conditioning up too high, be careful not to catch a cold.” Yes! Head Nurse! My nurse replied.

It was already bright outside, and several birds were chirping merrily in the branches outside the window. The soft sunlight shone through the curtains; I didn’t know what time it was.

The nurse returned to my bedside, saw that I was awake, and asked, “How are you feeling?”

I said, “I’m so hungry.”

She said, "Breakfast time is long over. I saw you were sleeping so soundly, so I didn't wake you. It's past nine now, time to bring

you some snacks." She pressed my wrist and said, "Don't talk. Let me take your pulse and temperature first, then I'll give you food."

After recording my pulse and temperature, she said, "Everything is normal! The head doctor just came to check on you and said the surgery went well. You can only eat liquids for now, I'll get them for you now." After saying that, she ran out the door. I took the medical record and saw her signature, Ying.

After a while, she came back with a bunch of things. She took a glass of milk, stuck a straw in it, and put it to my lips. I said, "Sister, I want to drink it like I did last night."

She glared at me and said, "It's broad daylight, it's not good if people see us! Come on, be good... I like you."

I had no choice but to take the glass and put the straw to my lips myself.

She broke off a piece of cake and put it in my mouth, saying, "Slow down, don't choke." As she fed me, she asked, "Didn't you eat dinner last night?"

I nodded. She continued, "It's a good thing you didn't eat dinner, otherwise the surgery would have been a bit troublesome."

I didn't know what she meant, but she kept going: "If you had eaten dinner, you would definitely have needed to poop today, and that would have been incredibly painful!"

Then she chuckled, "See, you're eating, and I'm still saying all this."

I wanted to laugh, but my incision was still quite painful, so I grimaced. She reached under the covers and gently pressed the gauze over my incision, asking, "Does it hurt?"

I said, "It doesn't hurt when you touch it."

She glared at me again: "You little rascal!"

After eating two large pieces of cake and two glasses of milk, I felt much better. "Sis, have you eaten?" I asked.

"No, I'll eat after I've served you, my little master." Saying this, she grabbed the cake and started eating it in big bites.

Watching her wolf it down, I couldn't help but think of Xiangxiang, leaning to the side, covering her mouth with one hand as she slowly chewed her sweet potato. "Where are you from, sister?" I asked.

"Penglai, Shandong," she said without turning her head.

I said, "Oh, the place where the Eight Immortals crossed the sea?"

She said, "Yes, it's so beautiful there! I'll take you there sometime! If you're lucky, you might even see a mirage!"

"Great!" I said happily.

After dinner, she helped me take my medicine, then tidied up my things, sat down by my bedside, touched my face, and said, "Do you want to rest a little longer?"

I said, "No, I just want to talk to you for a while.

Last night when you went for surgery, I was outside wondering how long the surgery would take?" "I didn't expect you to finish so quickly." As she spoke, she reached under the covers again, pressing her hand against my incision through my pants, gently stroking it... Last time, a high-ranking official had appendectomy, and it took over four hours to find it; the doctor almost fainted.

Strangely enough, the pain in my incision area lessened after she touched it, but my lower body immediately became erect and responsive. I suddenly really wanted her hand to touch me there, so I reached under the covers and pulled her hand to my lower abdomen, saying, "Sis, it's a little bloated here."

She didn't notice my intention and stopped there, gently rubbing, saying, "Whether the surgery was successful or not depends on how many farts you let out today."

I stared at her in surprise. She said, "If you fart, it means your intestines are clear and not knotted." As she was talking, I actually farted.

My face flushed, and I tried to quickly pull back the covers to get rid of the smell. She hurriedly pressed the covers down and said, "Wait! Smell it, does it smell bad?"

I said, "It smells a little."

She smelled it too and said, "It smells a little, that's good." "

Why does it smell good?" I asked, puzzled. "

Smelly means it went down from the stomach, that's good. If it doesn't smell, it means it's just gas from the outside of the large intestine, that's useless!"

Inadvertently, her hand touched my penis, which was hard and erect. She pressed my lower abdomen again, looked at me, and said, "Do you need to pee?" I nodded.

She took a chamber pot from under the bed and put it under my penis. Then she stood up and slowly pulled down my pants from both sides with both hands. She held the chamber pot with one hand and grabbed my penis with the other, shoving it into the pot. As she bent over and faced me to do these things, I saw her snow-white breasts and deep cleavage through the opening of her clothes, and my penis became even harder. I was lying down, and the chamber pot was lying flat, so how could my hard penis bend down?

She used her old method to soften my penis a little, then put it into the chamber pot, making snoring sounds. I laughed and my penis went soft. I said, "I'm not a child anymore, I don't need to snort."

She laughed too, holding my penis and making tinkling sounds in the chamber pot. After she finished urinating, she gently shook my penis, then carefully dried it and put on her pants.

She emptied the chamber pot, washed her hands, and then sat down by my bedside, looking at me. She said, "Tired? Take a nap; lunch is coming soon." As she spoke, she gently placed her hand under the covers on my incision.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed it, but my penis became a little agitated again. Somehow, I drifted off to sleep again… A few days passed like this. Under Sister Xiaoying's meticulous care, the incision healed well, and the pain lessened. I also gradually gained weight, and with her help, I could get out of bed and walk around the room a few times. According to the doctor, if all went well, the stitches could be removed in seven days, and I could be discharged in ten.

It was probably the evening of the fifth day. After watching the news, we were chatting, and she naturally put her hand under my covers. This time, she didn't press on my incision. Instead, she pulled my pants down a bit, grasped my still slightly erect penis, and said, "Why is it always hard?"

I said, "I don't know, it just gets hard whenever I see you, sister."

She laughed, two faint blushes rising on her face. "You little rascal, it's a good thing you didn't run into the head nurse. If you had, you'd be in big trouble!" "

Why?" I asked.

"The head nurse would make it impossible for you to get an erection!"

"But every time she comes, she's so gentle with me," I said. "

That's because you haven't offended her! Wait a minute, I'll cut an apple for you and tell you her story." She turned off the TV, ran to wash an apple, peeled some of the skin, and then fed me with a spoon while telling me her story… Once, a company commander came to have his appendix cut open, and the head nurse was instructing a trainee nurse on how to prepare his skin. The company commander, upon seeing two beautiful women, immediately became aroused, leaving the trainee nurse terrified.

At that moment, the head nurse, without even looking at the company commander, pointed two fingers at the “anti-aircraft gun” and flicked it. The “anti-aircraft gun” immediately collapsed and never rose again until the company commander was almost discharged.

Later, the company commander went to the hospital leadership, insisting that the head nurse marry him. The leadership asked: Why?

"He said he was a useless man now and wanted the head nurse to marry him and live a life of widowhood.

The hospital leaders summoned the head nurse to ask what was going on. The head nurse smiled and went to find the company commander. As soon as the company commander saw the head nurse, his face fell. The head nurse said, 'Take off your pants, let me see what's going on.' The company commander took off his pants, and his thing was limp and hanging there. The head nurse then held up two fingers and flicked it with a 'smack,' and it immediately sprang back into place!

The head nurse asked, 'Do you still want to marry me?' The company commander quickly bowed and said, 'I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare!' You tell me, isn't the head nurse amazing? Why

doesn't the company commander dare to marry her now? I asked.

Does he dare? If the head nurse were like this every day..." "Can he handle being tortured like that?

And what about you?" I asked again. "

I don't know how, the head nurse knows acupressure!" "If I did, would you be so relaxed?" She chuckled, and I laughed too. The incision wasn't hurting so much anymore, I could laugh a little louder.

She threw away the fruit pit, washed her hands, and reached back under the covers, holding my penis. Looking at me softly, she asked, "Do you like me?"

"Yes!" "Why do you keep asking me that?" "

I just like hearing your answer." She gripped my erect penis tightly, her face slowly turning red again… Later I learned that women also like touching men's penises, just like men like touching women's breasts.

I once asked her: "Do you like looking at and handling men's penises so often?" She said: "No! Those men's penises are usually limp and unkempt, like dead rats! But when they come alive, they're like giant pythons, terrifying!"

I said: "Then why do you always like to grab my penis?"

She said: "You're different from them! You're usually like a little white mouse, but when you come alive, you're like a big white mouse, and I like to grab it!" "

I feel bloated, I need to pee," I said. She pressed my lower abdomen and said: "I just peed after dinner, I haven't peed now." "

How often do you 'run a horse'?" (Northern dialect: "running a horse" means nocturnal emission or masturbation, ejaculation) she asked. "

I don't know," I replied.

She turned around, grabbed a few pieces of gauze, unfolded them, folded them, and placed them under the covers to cover my glans. "Come on, let me help you get it out. Don't use force, it will hurt the incision." As she spoke, she gently stroked my penis up and down with her hand... My penis swelled even more under her small hand's stroking. At this moment, I saw her face turn even redder, and her eyes closed slightly. Then she slowly bent her upper body down, resting her head on my shoulder. One of her breasts pressed against my arm, and I really wanted to use my other hand to cover her other breast... She lifted one thigh and pressed it forcefully against the other thigh; her legs seemed to be trembling slightly as she exerted force. As her stroking increased in frequency, I closed my eyes... Suddenly, she let out a soft "ah..." and her hand, which had been stroking my penis, stopped, her grip loosening slightly. I felt a tingling sensation on my scalp, my anus tightening, and my penis throbbed as it ejaculated streams of fluid... I felt that this ejaculation was completely different from the one on Xiangxiang's thigh. This time, I truly experienced the feeling described in books! I knew that this time I had been masturbated by Sister Xiaoying, but I loved the feeling of being masturbated by her! How wonderful it would be if she could masturbate me like this every day! At that moment, my incision hurt terribly, so I closed my eyes and endured the pain.

After a while, she sat up, saw that I seemed to be asleep, and gently lifted the blanket a little to look inside. Her hands busied themselves around below me for a while, then she gently pulled my pants back up, covered me with the blanket, and tiptoed into the bathroom… I don't know how much time passed, but I vaguely felt my lower abdomen was very bloated. I turned my head; Xiaoying's bed was empty, and I could hear the sound of running water coming from the bathroom.

"Sister…" I called softly. There was no response. I called again… "

Hey!" Xiaoying responded, "What is it?" The sound of running water had clearly subsided. "

I need to pee.

" "Wait a minute, I'll be right there!" Xiaoying ran over, she was only wrapped in a bath towel, tied in a knot under her armpits.

She wanted to get the urinal, but I said, "My butt is a little numb, I want to get out of bed and walk around to the bathroom to pee."

She quickly came over and helped me out of bed.

I pressed my right hand against the incision site and put my left arm around her left shoulder. Her shoulder was smooth and still wet. I deliberately walked slowly, wanting to hold and touch her a little longer. She grabbed the back of my hand on her shoulder with her left hand, put her right arm around my waist, and said, "Slow down, slow down, be careful not to slip!"

Standing in front of the toilet, she helped me take off my pants, held my pants up with her right arm, and held my penis in the toilet bowl with her left hand, then started urinating. I held her as I finished urinating, and she shook my penis, then bent down to help me pull up my pants… Somehow, the towel wrapped around her suddenly came loose and slipped down. She exclaimed, “Ouch!” and tried to press the towel

down. Because she was bent over, with her right hand still around me and pulling up my pants, her left hand only pressed the towel against her genitals.

The rest of the towel hung down, revealing her smooth back and her buttocks sticking out towards me.

My left hand was still on her left shoulder, and my erect penis was pressing against her plump, round buttocks. That feeling is something I will never forget! My right hand naturally went to her right shoulder.

She cried out, “Little brother!” (Please forgive me for using “little brother” here instead of my real name). Her right hand released my pants, which slid to the floor. My lower body was now completely naked. She grabbed my erect penis, which was pressing hard against her buttocks. That moment felt like an eternity… I lifted her up to face me with barely any effort. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed with embarrassment, so beautiful. One hand still covered her genitals with a towel, while the other trembled slightly, still gripping my penis.

Only now did I truly see Xiaoying's breasts clearly. Her two snow-white breasts were round and full, like two little white rabbits lying quietly on my chest. Her two erect nipples were red, like the tender, loving eyes of little white rabbits gazing at me. I couldn't help but stroke those two little white rabbits, their nipples playfully scratching my palms like rabbit mouths, making my heart tingle with an unbearable itch! So itchy!

My hands trembled violently, afraid that the little white rabbits would be frightened and run away.

Slowly, she grasped my penis and pulled my body forward, her left hand, draped with a towel, moving from her genitals to my buttocks. I reached my hands behind her back to embrace her, her full, firm breasts pressed tightly against my chest!

I didn't know if my heart was still beating; the whole world was so quiet. She pressed her lips to mine, her tongue prying open my teeth and swirling inside, my tongue swirling with hers.

After kissing for a while, she rested her head on my shoulder, her breath tickling my neck. My penis seemed to harden even more, and I was at a loss for what to do.

She hugged me, calling softly, "Little brother, little brother..." I responded softly, "Sister, sister..." my hands idly stroking her smooth back and buttocks... Suddenly, I felt a tickling sensation on the head of my penis, as if I had rubbed against her pubic hair, and then it slowly slid down... stopping above her moist vulva. She held my penis and gently pressed it against her clitoris. I remembered Xiangxiang telling me that it was the clitoris.

She held my penis, gently rubbing and rotating the head against her clitoris. The itching made me involuntarily hug her buttocks tightly. Her vulva was constantly gushing fluid, making my glans wet as well.

After what seemed like an eternity, her body slowly stiffened and trembled, and she let out a soft "Ah...ah..." sound. She tightened her grip on me, and the speed at which she rotated my penis increased. I closed my eyes and held her tightly, my thighs clenching, and my penis couldn't help but ejaculate in spurts... She quickly used a towel to wipe my glans from below her vulva upwards, catching all my semen on the towel, and then she hugged me tightly again. After a while, she pressed me down on the toilet seat and said, "Little brother, sit still, I'm going to wash."

As she spoke, she stepped into the bathtub, rinsing her private parts with the showerhead, then carefully washing away the semen from the towel. As she bent over, her breasts appeared larger and rounder, the snow-white cleavage even more beautiful.

I watched her do this, bewildered. With her back to me, she said, "Thank goodness I didn't go in! If I got pregnant, the army would definitely prosecute me, and my life would be over!"

Only then did I realize that my penis hadn't actually penetrated her vagina. Although I had ejaculated, did that count as intercourse? I didn't know. But I did know that female soldiers in the army were often sent home crying and sobbing as they were discharged.

Then, she rinsed herself again and wrapped herself in a clean towel. She then stepped out of the bathtub, helped me stand up, and carefully cleaned my sleeping white mouse with a wet towel. She smacked it and said, "You naughty thing!"

I said, "Sis, don't you like it?"

She glared at me without saying a word, helped me put on my pants, and helped me lie down on the bed.

She bent down to look at me, gently pinched my cheek, and said, "Why are you so annoying!" Then she kissed me. "Okay, go to sleep! I'm exhausted!"

I hugged her neck and kissed her cheek, saying, "Sister, I like you!" I then gently rubbed her breasts a few times through the towel.

She slapped my face and said, "You little rascal! You're so sweet-talking. Close your eyes!"

That sleep, in my memory, was the sweetest I've ever had! When I woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

After dinner, my older sister, Xiaoying, took me for a walk in the yard. Looking at the western sky, it looked like a group of naughty children had set it ablaze, burning it bright red. Even the wind blowing in our faces carried a hint of warmth.

She hummed softly: "...The evening breeze carries the sunset on my shoulders, and a short flute plays... So much loneliness and melancholy, all drift away with the evening breeze, forgotten on the country road!"

*Thump*... I seized the opportunity to provide accompaniment, and she laughed, playfully punching me, then continued humming: "The evening breeze gently caresses Penghu Bay, white waves chase the sand... On the sand at dusk, two and a half pairs of footprints remain...

Penghu Bay, Penghu Bay, Grandma's Penghu Bay..." I hummed along with her, a melody filled with so many of my childhood fantasies... "

Sister, can I stay with you forever?" I suddenly asked.

She stopped, looked at me for a long time, and said: "Silly brother, don't talk nonsense. You'll have to go to university, and you'll have to work; you'll have your own life path." I'll get married, change careers, and have my own life to live in the future. ...Sister, can we be together? ...Silly little brother, I'm content with your feelings. She lowered her head, her voice slightly choked. Remember, you must come to see your sister often!

Yes, I will! I nodded firmly.

Actually, I didn't understand anything back then. I thought she would say things like in movies or books: that I'm older than you, that your family is too wealthy, that I'm not good enough for you, and so on. But she didn't say those things, although she probably thought so in her heart.

She looked around to make sure no one was there, then hugged me tightly, kissing my face repeatedly. I felt my face was wet, and I didn't know if it was her tears or mine.

Go back, get some rest tonight, you need to get your stitches removed tomorrow. "My sister cupped my face in her hands and said..."

Back in the room, as she undressed me to wash me, the events of last night flashed before my eyes. I grabbed her, but she slapped my hand away, saying, "Stop it! Be careful not to get the gauze wet and cause an infection!"

I thought she was angry, so I stopped. But when I saw the cleavage visible through the opening of her shirt, my unruly member became erect again. She sighed and shook her head. She had no choice but to hold my penis in one hand and carefully wipe my body with a towel in the other.

After helping me to bed, she sat by the bed, watching me intently. I wanted to pull her hand under the covers, but she shook her head firmly and said, "Not tonight. You must get a good night's sleep and be well-rested so the stitches can be removed tomorrow. Good little brother, I love you!"

Seeing that I refused to close my eyes, she touched my face with one hand, gently wiped my eyelids down, and gently tapped my shoulder with her other hand, humming the beat slowly... Thinking back to this, my eyes became moist. Are women born with a kind of motherly love? And this kind of maternal love is so broad and broad! A drop of tear fell into the gap of my keyboard, as if a grain of salt was pressed into the incision where I was cut.

The next morning, the suture removal went very smoothly. The tender meat at the incision and suture is light red. My sister said: It looks like a red silkworm sleeping there.

In the afternoon, she forced me to sleep again and put me to sleep like last night. She didn't wake me up until dinner. I'm so surprised why she always asks me to sleep? She herself seemed to never sleep.

Whenever I opened my eyes, she was always busy, how could she always have so much energy?!

After dinner, she still habitually helped me for a walk. I told her some jokes, and sometimes she laughed so hard she bent over. I saw those familiar yet unfamiliar little white breasts peeking out from under her shirt.

It was very late when we returned to the small ward.

She pulled down my pants, looked at the incision, and said, "Tonight, you can take a shower directly."

"Sister, can you still help me wash?" I pleaded.

She blushed and said, "Then you have to be a good girl and listen to me."

"Sister, when have I ever disobeyed you?" I exclaimed happily.

She locked the door, helped me into the bathroom, stripped me naked, and helped me into the bathtub. She adjusted the water temperature and had me stand under the showerhead, leaning against the wall. By then, my penis was already erect.

Suddenly, she gently hugged me from behind. I cried out, "Ouch!" She had quietly undressed and entered from behind me.

For a moment, the earth seemed to stop spinning!

The instant her nipples touched my back, I felt a jolt, like being electrocuted, followed by being engulfed by a massive wave of breasts. Her full breasts rubbed against my back, her pubic hair brushed against my buttocks, stimulating every nerve ending.

I tried to turn around, but she kissed my back, pressed her face against mine, and asked, "Do you like me?" As she spoke, she gripped my erect penis tightly with both hands. "

I like it!" I shouted back.

Water splashed down on us. She gently turned me around, cupped my face in her hands and kissed me, while my hands kneaded and squeezed her breasts.

She slowly pressed my head between her breasts, and before I could even take a closer look at the cleavage I had longed for, I was already sucking my lips on her snow-white breasts.

She held my penis in one hand, rotating it against her clitoris, and supported my ammunition with the other. I held her two adorable little breasts in my hands, looking at them carefully, then kissing and licking them to my heart's content! She closed her eyes, tilted her head back slightly, and thrust her chest forward. Water splashed onto her face, creating even more tiny sprays.

She lifted one leg and placed it on the edge of the bathtub, then slowly pressed me down to sit. With one hand, she parted the door to Peach Blossom Spring, and instantly, the entire interior of Peach Blossom Spring unfolded before my eyes! "The Peach Blossom Pool is a thousand feet deep, but it cannot compare to my sister's love for me!" I couldn't help but say, and my sister gently patted my head.

I looked closely at her; her pubic hair was smoothed and lay flat by the water, her labia majora were full and raised, her labia minora were slightly red and swollen from engorgement, her vagina was glistening with a slightly whitish fluid, the bright red opening was smooth and tender, the urethral opening at the tip of her clitoris was slightly open, and the protruding clitoris was like a budding flower.

I couldn't resist gently teasing my sister's bud. She pulled my thumb up with one hand and pressed it against her vulva, while her other hand gently guided my middle finger in and out of her vagina.

At that moment, my penis was hard and throbbing!

I remembered the descriptions in the book. I parted her labia with both hands and gently licked her clitoris with my tongue. She trembled violently, pressing her hands against the top of my head, her fingers digging deep into my hair.

As I licked more, more fluid flowed from her vulva, her legs trembled more violently, and her head tilted back even more forcefully. My penis throbbed, as if ready to ejaculate at any moment.

Suddenly, she let out a soft "Ah..." and pressed my head down forcefully with both hands, burying my face against her gushing vulva... Just as I felt like I was about to suffocate, my sister pulled me up, and I gasped for breath. She gripped my penis with one hand and pulled it forward, while the other hand pressed down hard on my buttocks... I heard her soft cry: "Little brother...!" I felt my penis enter a warm, slippery crevice.

The glans felt like something was stuck, a sensation of both pain and itchiness... At that moment, my sister trembled and hugged me tightly, kissing my lips passionately... I felt a salty liquid flow into my mouth.

I opened my eyes and saw my sister's face was covered in tears. Looking down again, I saw bright red fluid flowing down our legs.

I was terrified and cried out, "Sister, where are you bleeding?" My sister just held me quietly, trembling. I was so scared that I clung to her, afraid to move.

After a while, my sister said, "Little brother, move a little."

I didn't know how to move, so she hugged me and said, "Move back and forth like this."

I started moving my body back and forth, and my glans felt like it was twitching in warm soapy water. After a while, I felt like something was biting my glans, and a wave of pain and itching shot straight to the top of my head. Suddenly, my penis twitched uncontrollably... My sister hugged me even tighter! It was then that I realized my sister and I had experienced a turning point in our lives, completing a great historical mission. And we entered standing up!

After a while, my sister slowly pulled me away. She plopped down on the edge of the bathtub, washing her genitals with the showerhead. The red and white stuff gradually faded with the water, and her vulva returned to its tender red color.

Then, my sister carefully washed my penis. I put my hands on my sister's shoulders and asked, "Sister, are you going to get pregnant?"

My sister shook her head and said, "No, today is my safe period."

I watched as my sister's fingers gently cleaned my glans, and suddenly a very itchy feeling stimulated me again, and my penis became erect again. My sister gripped my penis tightly with both hands, rinsed it with water, and then enveloped my glans in her mouth… I let out a soft "oh…" as my hard penis seemed to melt, the glans entering a warm, fleshy nest! I pressed my hands firmly against her swollen breasts, pinching her elastic nipples between my index and middle fingers.

She sucked on my glans for a while, gently moving it back and forth. Then she took it out and licked it carefully. Her tongue, like thousands of tiny bristles, tingled and stimulated the tender skin on my glans, incredibly itchy!

I cried out: "Ah…" My red penis spurted out streams of white fluid like a fire extinguisher, hitting her mouth and chin. The white semen flowed down her chin and onto her protruding breasts. She held my glans and used it to smear the semen evenly onto her breasts. At that moment, the scene described in the book flashed through my mind again. I didn't know if my sister had read that book, but how did she know to do this? I didn't dare ask her.

Seeing that the nozzle had stopped spraying, she kissed my glans and the nozzle with her mouth, then rinsed my glans clean with water. Finally, she rinsed her mouth and stood up. We hugged each other tightly again, our lips stuck together.

The splashing water on us couldn't separate us.

After a while, she looked at my incision and said, "It's okay, no problem." "You must be exhausted after two rounds?"

I shook my head. "Let me wash you up so you can go to sleep. I was worried you didn't get enough sleep today."

Only then did I understand my sister's good intentions—why she insisted I get enough sleep that afternoon! A surge of emotion welled up inside me, and I hugged her tightly. Kissing her, I said, "Sister, you're so good!"

She carefully bathed me and dressed me, then told me to go back to bed, but I refused. I wanted to watch her bathe.

Watching my sister bathe was truly a beautiful and wonderful experience. When her hands touched my breasts, the breasts and nipples that were being touched would stubbornly spring back, creating a beautiful picture.

That night, I kept dreaming of colorful water splashing on my sister's cute little white rabbit and the beautiful Peach Blossom Spring. I kept feeling my glans still soaking in warm soapy water... On the morning of my discharge, Xiangxiang came. My sister carefully examined Xiangxiang, her expression no less intense than when my mother first saw my girlfriend years later. Xiangxiang blushed. Xiangxiang also secretly looked at Xiaoying. I don't know what it feels like for beautiful women to look at each other.

I introduced Xiangxiang to Xiaoying: "This is my classmate Xiangxiang, my good friend!" Then I introduced Xiaoying to Xiangxiang: "This is my nurse, Xiaoying, my good sister!"

Xiaoying pulled Xiangxiang aside to whisper something. Later, I asked them separately what they had talked about, but neither of them told me. Later, I gradually understood that there are too many secrets between women that we men can never know or understand. After

thanking the hospital's political commissar, director, head nurse, doctors, and nurses one by one, I was about to get on the bus when Sister Xiaoying came over with Xiangxiang. Sister Xiaoying looked at me without saying a word, her eyes red as she kept waving. I knew what she wanted to say, and I said loudly, "Sister Xiaoying, I won't forget you, I'll come back to see you often!"

Sister Xiaoying covered her mouth and cried. ...The bus drove off, and Xiangxiang quietly held my hand. The experiences of the past ten days flashed through my mind, and I suddenly felt a sense of profound emotion, like a vast ocean that no river could compare.

Oh, those hazy years, that hazy me…

On the banyan tree by the pond, cicadas chirped, announcing summer. On the swing by the meadow, only butterflies perched…

Everyone is familiar with the song "Childhood," right? I spent my childhood in a daze. Even in high school, I was still clueless about girls. This might be because I developed later; in my mind, girls seemed to mature earlier than boys, and they knew more.

Because I was short and mischievous, the teachers always put me in the second row.

There was a girl who sat in front of me from the first year of high school, no matter how many times the seating arrangement changed.

She had two thick, black braids tied with colorful ribbons into two bows. When she walked, her two long braids swayed back and forth, like two butterflies fluttering behind her, quite a sight.

During class, she liked to lean against my desk, her two thick, black braids often draped over it, so I would secretly use thumbtacks to press them down. When class ended, as soon as she stood up, her hair would be pulled, causing her to cry out and sit back down. Perhaps I really hurt her, because she started crying sadly. I didn't know what to do, but I didn't want to apologize.

Also, sometimes I would deliberately point my pen forward, and when she leaned back, the pen would poke her back. Because it was during class, she didn't dare make a sound, and could only lie on her desk and secretly shed tears. Anyway, there were many pranks like this, but I quickly forgot about them.

At first, I didn't notice, until many classmates started joking about her with me. That's when I noticed this girl would always glance back at me, but in her resentful eyes, I saw something else entirely.

She was beautiful, a typical Jiangnan beauty; a fair, oval face, a slender figure, her eyes crinkling when she smiled, her lips not showing her teeth, and two faint dimples on her cheeks.

One day in my second year of high school, a group of us boys and girls went hiking. After lunch, some chatted, some played cards, and I was reading.

Suddenly, a female classmate gently called me, saying that Xiangxiang (the girl's name was Xiang) wanted me to come over.

I went over and asked, "What's up?"

She said she wanted to take a picture with me.

I said, "Didn't we take a lot of pictures this morning?"

She said she wanted to take a picture with me alone. We were about to graduate, and I was certain I'd go to university in another city, while she'd probably only get into a local school. Because I was from out of town, and she was a local, her family wanted her to stay.

I remembered the prank I'd played on her and asked if she hated me. She shook her head, smiled, and said, "When I think about hating you, I look at your picture and scold you."

I knew she was joking, so I took a picture with her alone.

Maybe this is what people mean when they say, "Boys who aren't bad, girls don't love." But later, this photo followed me through university, graduation, and then to work, and I don't know when I lost it. That's just how careless boys are! (As for hers, I'll explain later…) The next afternoon after school, a male classmate asked me: "Did you take a picture with her alone?" I had no choice but to answer truthfully.

He said, "Xiangxiang likes you."

I said, "Impossible! I was so mean to her!"

He said, "It's true. Last night after we got home, everyone knew she took a picture with you alone, and they teased her about it, but she just smiled and didn't say anything."

I didn't take it too seriously and just focused on studying for the college entrance exam.

One afternoon, I opened my schoolbag after school and found a book inside with a note from Xiangxiang telling me to finish reading it that night and return it to her the next day. When I saw the book was tattered and handwritten in ballpoint pen, I lost interest. The title was "A Girl's Heart," but once I opened it, I was immediately captivated. The descriptions inside made me blush. The most explicit books I'd ever read before were things like "The Wasteland," "White Deer Plain," "The Happy Couple," and "The Amazing Case," etc. I never imagined there were books written like this!

That night, after finishing the book, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep, my penis hard. I finally managed to fall asleep on my stomach, and dreamt that Xiangxiang was grabbing my penis, licking and sucking it just like in the book.

I was also touching and rubbing her breasts and vagina… When I woke up the next morning, I couldn't remember what her breasts looked like, or what her vagina looked like! Then I noticed my pants were wet, and I thought I had wet them. Later I learned it was nocturnal emission! I was 15 years old that year.

That day in class, I couldn't concentrate on the teacher. I looked at Xiangxiang's back; her white shirt clearly revealed a V-shape, which made my mind wander. Suddenly, I noticed several small black dots on her white shirt—marks I had left with my pen. Despite washing it carefully many times, the traces remained. I suddenly wondered if her fair, soft back also bore some of those marks. A pang of heartache shot through me! That day, my mind was completely blank; I couldn't recall what classes we had, what the teacher had said. One afternoon after school, she secretly slipped me a note. I opened it and found a movie ticket. That evening, I went to the cinema, found a seat, and she was already sitting next to me. The movie started, and she magically produced all sorts of snacks, stuffing them into my hands. By the way

, the movie that day was *True Lies*. Whenever the movie reached a thrilling or exciting part, she would let out a soft scream, her body involuntarily leaning closer. When the bridge was blown up, the car swayed precariously, a seabird gently landed, and the car plunged into the sea with a shout, Xiangxiang also let out a soft scream, turned to the side, and leaned on my shoulder, too scared to watch. At that moment, I felt like a real man, standing tall and bravely facing the screen. She held my hand, and I could feel that her soft little hand was covered in sweat.

After the movie ended, we slowly squeezed towards the exit with the throng of people. She held my arm tightly, following behind me. I felt something soft against my back, so comfortable, so very comfortable. I suddenly remembered the description in the book—could those be her breasts? My lower body immediately became aroused. I wished time could stand still, that she could just hold me like that.

After leaving the movie theater, I walked her home. Neither of us spoke; she held my arm as we walked silently. Just as we were nearing her house, under a large camphor tree, she noticeably slowed her pace. Under the shade of the tree, I turned back to look at her, wanting to say something, but she gently pulled my arm down, and our faces met. I remembered when I was little, lying obediently in bed, my mother would kiss me on the cheek.

I wondered if she would kiss me like my mother did. But instead, she pressed her lips to mine, and then I remembered the description in the book. I wrapped my arms around her waist and lowered my head to kiss her lips.

At that moment, I felt our hearts pounding, our teeth chattering… Suddenly, I felt something warm and soft licking my lips, and I involuntarily opened them.

It was her tongue licking my teeth. Inspired, I stuck out my tongue and licked hers.

She then licked my tongue, and I licked hers. Our tongues slowly slipped into each other's mouths, and I could taste the sweetness in her mouth… We began to relax a little. Then, I felt her breasts against my chest—a very comfortable, very pleasant sensation. I withdrew one hand and slowly placed it on her chest. I could clearly feel a hard, bean-sized lump on her flesh. At this moment, her whole body began to tremble again.

I gently rubbed it, but she hugged me even tighter, my hard thing pressing against her lower abdomen. I remembered the descriptions in the book and wanted to put my hand inside her clothes.

She said: No...no...just like this...afterwards...okay?

After what seemed like an eternity, she pushed me away, looked up at me with her flushed face, and said: Have you ever kissed anyone before?

I thought for a moment and said: When I was little, my mother kissed me, but not like this.

She smiled beautifully and said: That's called a kiss. Now, this is called a kiss.

I said: How do you know so much? Have you ever kissed anyone before?

She said: No, you are the first. When girls are together, the older ones tend to say all sorts of things, especially married women who are often quite explicit. I heard it so many times that I remembered it. ...Do you like kissing me?

I said: Yes!

She sighed, and after a while, said: Okay, let's go home. Your parents will worry if you go home late.

That was my first kiss (or first kiss, I guess).

Also, just to clarify, Xiangxiang is a year older than me.

It wasn't until later that I understood the saying: A good woman is a textbook, a man's teacher.

So, here I want to say to all my fellow men: please don't call women who bring pleasure to men, who make huge sacrifices for men, sluts, whores, etc., okay? Respecting them is respecting yourself!

I especially hate using vicious and insulting words to describe them.

Perhaps I matured and became sensible late, and I didn't quite understand matters of love and intimacy, so I wasn't particularly bothered by spending every night with Xiangxiang. In her eyes, I was a mischievous yet clever boy. Besides enjoying teasing her, my grades were among the best in my grade. She knew I was focused on getting into a good university, and to avoid distracting me, she didn't often ask me out.

We'd only occasionally exchange glances at school, or she'd secretly slip me a note saying she missed me. I'd also often put treats like sweets and snacks in her bag. Because her family wasn't well-off, while mine was better off, uncles and aunts from our compound often brought me back treats from business trips.

After finishing our second year of high school final exams, we went to a rural base in the mountains for a ten-day social practice. Everything in the mountains was so new and exciting to us. A beautiful bird or a pretty flower would keep us talking for ages. On the second evening, after dinner, Xiangxiang asked me to go for a walk.

We came to a sweet potato field. Looking around to make sure no one was watching, I squatted down and picked two sweet potatoes. Xiangxiang was terrified and pulled me away quickly. As I wiped the sweet potatoes clean, I peeled them with my teeth and gave one to Xiangxiang. Then I started eating the other one. I finished mine in no time, a bit like Pigsy eating ginseng fruit, while Xiangxiang was still slowly chewing her half. She was leaning to the side, covering her mouth with one hand as if I were going to steal her food.

Suddenly, she turned around and noticed I was watching her. She smiled shyly, her cheeks puffed out. I said I wanted more, and she held out the remaining half to me.

I shook my head and said, "I want the one in your mouth!"

She stared at me with wide eyes. I pulled her into my arms and lowered my head to kiss her.

Xiangxiang closed her eyes, slowly spitting out some liquid, which I then slowly sucked into my mouth and swallowed.

The blushing sunset had already quietly hidden away, casually raising a huge black umbrella. Unidentified insects chirped all around, and the mountain breeze gently combed the earth. The half-eaten sweet potato in Xiangxiang's hand had disappeared sometime during the night. She hugged me tightly, and we kissed passionately like that... After a while, Xiangxiang's body went limp and she collapsed. I helped her lie down on the soft grass. She still held me tightly, her mouth still sucking on my tongue.

My hard thing pressed against her thigh, one of her bent thighs pressing against her genitals, and I could feel her throbbing. My right hand slipped under her clothes and touched her bra. She made soft, "Mmm...mmm..." sounds.

I said, "What, take it off?"

She said, "Don't take it off, just push it up."

She arched her back slightly, and I pushed the bra up, side by side. She buried her head in my chest, trembling, and my right hand finally touched her breast for the first time! Her breast was just the size of my outstretched palm, and I didn't know how to describe the smooth, soft feeling; my heart was pounding

! After a while, I began to gently knead it.

Her nipple pressed against my palm, making me itch. I pinched it between my index and middle fingers, and it hardened even more.

Xiangxiang's hands had somehow left my waist, and she was groping around, trying to undo my belt. My belt was a military type, not easy to undo. I untied it myself and took off my trousers. She reached for my waist and pulled down my underwear.

I tried to stand up and take it off, but she stopped me, saying, "No, this is fine."

The moment her hand grasped my penis, I felt her hand tremble. My left hand was still kneading her breasts, while my right hand lifted her skirt and slipped inside her underwear.

I touched a soft patch of pubic hair, and further down, my palm covered her mons pubis. Her index and ring fingers pressed against her swollen labia majora, while her middle finger pressed against the slippery crevice. She placed her left hand on top of my right, gently pressing down, and my middle finger slipped inside. At that moment, her hips arched upwards, her head tilted back, and she let out a soft "Ah..."

Thinking I had hurt her, I quickly tried to pull my middle finger out. But her left hand pressed firmly against my right, saying, "Don't take it out, move it gently..."

My palm remained pressed against her mons pubis, and my middle finger slowly and gently lifted and pressed down inside her vagina... Her right hand held my penis, the head against her thigh, which felt incredibly good. She gently squeezed and released, released and squeezed... I said, "I want to go inside."

She said, "No, I'm scared, leave it for me... okay?"

My middle finger slowly felt a fleshy lump. I asked her, "Is this the clitoris?"

She said, "This is the clitoral hood, where I urinate. The top is called the urethra."

I gently pressed it and asked, "Does it feel good?"

She said, "Silly! Pressing here won't feel good. Touch upwards... Yes, yes, that's the clitoris... Don't press or rub too hard, it will hurt if you stimulate it too much. ... Gently touch both sides of it, that's the most itchy, the most comfortable!"

My middle finger gently scratched and scraped both sides of her clitoris. At this moment, Xiangxiang's breathing became noticeably rapid and heavy.

Accompanied by her "ah... ah..." sounds, fluid kept gushing out of her vagina.

I asked her, "Are you going to pee?"

She stroked my face with her left hand and said, "This isn't pee, this is the fountain of love!" As she spoke, she tightened and loosened her grip with her right hand, and I couldn't help but lean on her, pressing my right hand firmly against her clitoris.

She straightened her legs, clamping my right hand tightly between them. At that moment, she seemed to stop breathing… After a while, her right hand relaxed slightly, and my penis, like a gate opening, suddenly gushed out streams of fluid onto her thigh.

I exclaimed, "Oh no, I think I peed!" She laughed and slapped my face, saying, "How can you be so adorably silly? That's ejaculation!"

At that moment, my face must have been burning red! I felt utterly ashamed of my ignorance.

She took out a handkerchief and gently wiped my penis, examining it carefully. Then, she wiped the fluid off her thigh; after wiping, she rolled up the handkerchief and put it in her pocket. In the moonlight, I could see her face looked particularly beautiful.

After a while, she said, "Okay, it's too late. If we don't go back soon, the teachers and classmates will get suspicious."

As she spoke, she kissed me on the lips again, her tongue licking my teeth.

I said, "Let's go out again tomorrow night, okay?"

She nodded.

However, the next evening before dinner, I suddenly had a stomachache. The pain was so bad I was rolling around in bed, beads of sweat dripping down my face. The teachers and classmates quickly called the village doctor, but he couldn't do much. He could only give me a painkiller injection and then asked the village to find a way to take me back to the city hospital for a checkup.

Xiangxiang, upon hearing this, immediately ran over and stood by my bedside wiping my sweat and helping the doctor. She didn't even try to hide when the doctor gave me the injection, which made the teachers and classmates stare at her.

The village decided to use a hand tractor to take me away, with the village doctor and a teacher accompanying me. Xiangxiang probably wanted to take me home too, but she opened her mouth several times without daring to say it. Finally, with tears in her eyes, she watched the tractor take me away. As the tractor turned out of the small mountain village, I saw her running far away, standing on the hilltop watching us go.

The moon was very round and bright that night, and the mountain wind blew her skirt. I wondered if she had cried again… The tractor chugged and chugged to the tollbooth at the entrance to the city, where an ambulance was already waiting. At the provincial hospital, a checkup revealed acute appendicitis; I needed immediate hospitalization and surgery.

But when they notified my family to come, no one was home. My father had gone to Beijing for a meeting, my mother had taken a delegation abroad, and some relatives were also out of town.

The hospital had to contact my father, saying that the surgery couldn't be performed without a parent's signature. My father told the hospital to transfer me to our military hospital; he had already arranged it with them, and they would transfer me for surgery immediately.

It was past 10 PM when we arrived at our military hospital. I was wheeled into a small ward with two single beds, air conditioning, a TV, a telephone, and a bathroom—I knew this was a VIP ward.

The pungent smell of Lysol filled the entire space. The only sound in the quiet, white ward was the hissing of the air conditioner; it was chilly, which suddenly made me feel terrified. At that moment, I suddenly missed Xiangxiang so much. How wonderful it would be if she were here with me!

The door opened softly, and a white shadow floated to my bedside. In my drowsy state, I thought it was Xiangxiang who had come, but when I opened my eyes, I realized it was a female nurse. She was wearing a white coat and a white hat, and a large white mask covered her entire face, leaving only two big, dark eyes blinking as she looked at me.

She said softly, "You have no one at home to take care of you, so the hospital has assigned me to do so. From now on, you must listen to me."

I said, "No need, I can take care of myself."

She said, "You are a special care nurse; someone must be with you 24 hours a day. If it weren't for the political commissar's arrangement, you wouldn't even be receiving this treatment!"

I didn't say anything; I knew the hospital's political commissar was my father's old comrade-in-arms.

She said, "Hurry up and take a shower and change your clothes; you're about to have surgery." As she spoke, she placed a hospital gown on my bedside table and asked, "Does it hurt? Can you take a shower by yourself?"

I said, "It's okay, I can shower by myself."

As I was about to get out of bed, she quickly came over and helped me down, taking off my outer clothes and pants. At this point, I was only wearing my briefs.

Her hands were soft and warm, constantly touching my body as she helped me undress. I've always been extremely ticklish, and wherever she touched me, I felt itchy. I wanted to laugh but was afraid of the pain, so I had to hold it in. When she bent down to take off my pants, I saw the cleavage of two snow-white mounds squeezed out from the opening of her shirt. Her breasts were definitely bigger and rounder than Xiangxiang's! I thought… At that moment, my penis involuntarily hardened. She probably noticed my change, her eyes fixed on my genitals… She helped me into the bathroom, saying, "Use plenty of soap to wash thoroughly, especially the important areas." Then she left the bathroom, not even closing the door.

After showering, I realized my hospital gown only included clothes and pants—where were the underwear? I asked her loudly, and she said, "Don't wear underwear, just wear your clothes."

So I had to walk out in my oversized hospital gown, leaning against the wall for support. She was watching TV on another bed and asked, "What's wrong? Does it hurt?"

I said, "It hurts a little. Is the painkiller wearing off?"

She quickly came over and helped me lie down on the bed, saying, "Now we need to shave you."

I didn't know what shaving meant, so I reached for the blanket.

She said, "How can you shave me with the blanket on?" I asked, "What's shaving?"

She laughed and flicked my nose, saying, "Silly boy, it's to disinfect you."

Saying that, she pulled down my pants.

When I was little, my mom would take my bath and peek at my private parts. Even Xiangxiang couldn't get my pants off completely, except for yesterday in the dim moonlight! Now, with the fluorescent lights so bright, my erection instantly sprang to life! I blushed and turned my face away.

She said, "What's wrong? Shy? We haven't even started yet!"

I thought prepping the pubic area was like applying alcohol or iodine to the buttocks before a shot—just a little disinfectant on my lower abdomen.

But she pulled out a razor. I asked in surprise, "What? You're using this to cut?"

She laughed so hard she bent over, saying, "How can you cut with this? This is to shave all the hair down there, otherwise the incision will get infected. "

I said, "Can't I not shave?"

She said, "No!" As she spoke, her left hand gently grasped my penis.

Good heavens! Aside from my mother touching my penis when I was little, Xiangxiang hadn't touched it until yesterday, and today another woman was holding it. That soft little hand gave me a completely different feeling than Xiangxiang's; the stimulating sensation instantly shot to the top of my head, and my penis immediately became noticeably hard and larger.

At that moment, I felt her left hand tighten its grip on my penis slightly. Then she took out a brush, dipped it in some white foamy water, and smeared it back and forth on my genitals before starting to shave my pubic hair… My body trembled slightly. There wasn't much soft pubic hair, but it was quite neat.

But she still insisted on saying, "Oh, what a pity, the newly grown hair has been shaved off." This is as soft and neat as a baby's lanugo; the hair that grows out later will be hard and crooked.

I blushed and didn't dare to speak.

She looked at me and said, "Do you have a girlfriend?"

I said, "No."

She asked again, "Are you 15 this year?"

I said, "Sixteen!"

She laughed again and said, "I'm 19 this year. I've been here for a year since graduating from nursing school. You can call me 'sister' from now on."

I didn't say anything. She shook my penis and said, "Call me?"

My stomach hurt even more when I moved, so I could only say, "Sister..."

After she finished shaving carefully, she rubbed alcohol all over my lower abdomen several times. Finally, she looked at it again and again, as if admiring her masterpiece. She sighed and said, "Okay, time for the next segment."

What? Isn't it over yet? "Is there anything else that needs disinfecting?" I asked.

She grasped my penis with her left hand again, gently pulling back the foreskin. My penis appeared even thicker and larger, and it throbbed inside. Pointing to the glans with her right hand, she said, "It's right here, this is called the coronal sulcus. It's usually covered by the foreskin, and bacteria easily grow there from the smegma. We need to disinfect it properly." Then she added, "Bear with it." I didn't understand what she meant. She asked, "Have you masturbated?"

I said, "No."

She said, "Then it will be very itchy. Let me relieve it for you."

At that moment, I remembered a period when my glans was incredibly itchy, and I couldn't help but pinch it.

Later, the foreskin retracted, exposing the glans, and my penis became noticeably larger. Just then, she gently grasped my glans with her right thumb and middle finger, pressing her index finger against my urethral opening.

I immediately cried out from the intense itching and almost jumped up.

She quickly pressed me down, saying, "You little rascal, hold it in! Don't move! Relax, exhale!"

I had no choice but to relax and exhale forcefully... After a while, she loosened her grip a little, then tightened it again, then loosened it again. Seeing that I wasn't trembling anymore, she said, "Hold on, I'm disinfecting it now." As she spoke, she released her right hand, picked up a piece of alcohol-soaked gauze, wrapped it around my glans, and then held my penis with her left hand, gently wiping the gauze with her right hand.

I was extremely itchy, so I had to open my mouth wide, relax, and exhale, making soft "ha, ha" sounds.

She kept reassuring me, saying, "Okay, okay, almost done... You're cooperating quite well!"

She probably does this often; her technique is very professional, and the pressure is just right, making me feel unbearably itchy yet very comfortable. And I hadn't ejaculated yet; only a little bit of shiny stuff squeezed out of the glans.

Finally, she finished cleaning. Removing the gauze, she looked at my penis, which was only half-held in her left hand, and said, "Your little thing is quite big and pretty."

At this, my face turned even redder. She patted my wet, shiny penis and said, "Aren't you going to soften up already? Hmm, the foreskin is also well-developed; otherwise, you'd need a circumcision." After saying that, she turned around to wash her hands and tidy up her things. Only then did I realize that she hadn't been wearing gloves! I stared at my exposed member standing erect beneath my smooth belly, and felt a strange unease. No wonder people grow pubic hair; without it, it looks like a telephone pole, so unsightly! Sigh, after over a decade of being a virgin, either I'm too ashamed to show my face, or I've been manipulated by two women in just two days. It's like being starved of blood in one moment and drowning in the next! You know, men are really strange; why do they stand up and salute women the moment they see them? Right, did she masturbate me just now? I don't know, it certainly wasn't as pleasurable as described in books.

Lost in these thoughts, she came over and gently patted my erect penis, saying, "Why isn't it soft yet?" As she spoke, she gently gripped my penis with both hands, squeezing and releasing it repeatedly until it softened a bit. Then she helped me put on my pants and said, "Let's go, we're going to the operating room."

The surgery went smoothly, taking less than half an hour, setting a new record for the shortest surgery of its kind at the hospital. I know this is entirely due to my relatively small stature, as they usually perform these surgeries on heavily pregnant officials.

The young nurse waited outside the door the whole time. I was wheeled back to the ward, and everyone quickly lifted me onto the bed and left.

Only she and I remained in the ward. She pulled up a stool and sat down in front of my bed, reaching out to stroke my hair, looking at me gently and asking, "Does it hurt?"

Only then did I realize that she had taken off her mask.

She was very beautiful, with an oval face, large eyes, and arched eyebrows that stood out against her fair and delicate skin; her nose was relatively straight, and her rosy lips were slightly upturned. Short hair was tucked behind her two small ears, half of which was covered by a white hat.

Seeing me staring at her, her face flushed slightly. She said, "Are you sleepy? Go to sleep. I'll sleep on the other bed. If you feel unwell, just call me." I

looked at her, my throat dry. I said, "I want some water."

She turned and grabbed a cup, filled it with hot and cold water, and even poured a little on the back of her hand to test the temperature. She reached behind me to help me sit up, but the slightest movement caused excruciating pain in my incision, making it impossible.

She looked around and said, "You were in such a rush! You didn't even bring a spoon or straw. How are you going to drink?!"

Seeing my mouth opening and closing, swallowing hard, she took a sip of water, gulped it down a few times, and then swallowed. She said, "Close your eyes. Don't open them without my permission!" Open your mouth.

I didn't know what she was going to do, so I obediently closed my eyes and opened my mouth.

Suddenly, I felt something warm and soft squeeze into my mouth, and then slowly a trickle of water flowed onto my tongue... Oh my god! I knew it, she had taken a mouthful of water with her mouth and then put it into mine! This was a completely different feeling from sucking sweet potato from Xiangxiang's mouth! My unruly thing immediately reacted and became erect. I felt that the trickle of water was warm and sweet, I swallowed it and opened my mouth again... After drinking a few sips, she said: How is it? Feeling better?

I said: It tastes great!

She slapped my face and said: You little rascal! Open your eyes.

I opened my eyes and looked at her, saying, "...Sister...you're so sweet..."

She looked at me and said, "Have you ever kissed a girl?"

How could I dare say I had! I said, "I'm so ugly, what girl would like to kiss me?" But secretly, I thought, "I mustn't let Xiangxiang know about this."

She said, "Silly little brother, you're not ugly, girls will like you! I like you too! You really look a lot like my little brother."

At that moment, I wanted to cry, but no tears came.

She lowered her head again, stroked my head, and said, "Sleep, let me kiss you one more time!" Saying that, she kissed my forehead.

I felt so comfortable, so I turned my face and said, "Sister, I want you to kiss me here again..."

She laughed and said, "You little rascal!" She cupped my chin and kissed both sides of my cheeks heavily, saying, "Okay, sleep!"

Looking at her flushed face, I said, "Sister, I want to kiss you too!"

She looked at me and said, "Do you like your sister?"

I said, "Yes!"

She lowered her head and let me kiss her on both cheeks. As my lips touched her chubby cheeks, my arm intentionally bumped against her bulging breasts.

Now you're satisfied, aren't you? Go to sleep, you little rascal!

Goodnight, sister! I closed my eyes contentedly, my hand pressing hard on my erect penis... I don't know how much time passed, but I felt someone pressing on my stomach. Hmm, not bad, you need to pay attention to your diet and bowel movements.

Yes! Doctor! I groggily opened my eyes and saw a group of doctors in white coats walking towards the door. The slightly taller woman at the back said to my nurse, "Don't turn the air conditioning up too low, be careful not to catch a cold." "Yes, Head Nurse!" my nurse replied.

It was already broad daylight; several birds were chirping merrily in the branches outside the window, and soft sunlight streamed in through the curtains. I didn't know what time it was.

The nurse returned to my bedside. Seeing I was awake, she asked, "How are you feeling?"

I said, "I'm so hungry."

She said, "Breakfast time was long past. I saw you were sleeping so soundly that I didn't wake you. It's past nine now; it's time to bring

you some snacks." She pressed my wrist and said, "Don't talk. Let me take your pulse and temperature first, then I'll give you food."

After recording my pulse and temperature, she said, "Everything is normal!" The head doctor just made rounds and said the surgery went well. You can only eat liquids now, I'll get them for you now. She ran out the door after saying that, and I saw her signature on my medical record.

A little while later, she came back with a bunch of things. She took a glass of milk, stuck a straw in it, and put it to my lips. I said, "Sis, I want to drink it like I did last night."

She glared at me and said, "It's broad daylight, it's not good if people see us! Come on, be good… I like you."

I had no choice but to take the glass and put the straw to my mouth myself.

She broke off a piece of cake and put it in my mouth, saying, "Slow down, don't choke." While feeding me, she said, "Didn't you eat dinner last night?"

I nodded. She added, "It's a good thing you didn't eat dinner, otherwise the surgery would have been a bit troublesome."

I didn't know what she meant, but I listened as she continued, "If you had eaten dinner, you would definitely have needed to poop today, and that would have been excruciating!"

After saying that, she chuckled: "Look, you're eating, and I'm still talking about this."

I wanted to laugh, but the incision was still quite painful, so I grimaced. She reached under the blanket and gently pressed the gauze over my incision, asking, "Does it hurt?"

I said, "It doesn't hurt anymore when you touch it."

She glared at me again: "You little rascal!"

After eating two large pieces of cake and two glasses of milk, I felt much better. "Sister, have you eaten?" I asked. "

No, I'll eat after I've served you, my little master." Saying that, she grabbed a piece of cake and started eating it in big bites.

Watching her wolf down her food, I couldn't help but think of Xiangxiang, leaning to the side, covering her mouth with one hand as she slowly chewed sweet potatoes. "Where are you from, sister?" I asked.

"Penglai, Shandong," she said without turning her head.

I said, "Oh, is that the place where the Eight Immortals crossed the sea?"

She said, "Yes, it's so beautiful there! I'll take you there sometime! If you're lucky, you might even see a mirage!"

"Great!" I said happily.

After dinner, she helped me take my medicine, then tidied up my things, sat down by my bedside, touched my face, and said, "Do you want to rest a little longer?"

I said, "No, I just want to talk to you for a while.

Last night when you went for surgery, I was outside wondering how long it would take. I didn't expect you to be done so quickly." As she spoke, she put her hand under the blanket, pressing it against my incision through my pants, gently stroking it... "Last time, a high-ranking official had appendiceal surgery, and it took more than four hours to find it. The doctor almost fainted."

It's strange, the pain in my incision area lessened when she touched it, but my lower body immediately became erect and sensitive. I suddenly really wanted her hand to touch me there, so I reached under the covers, pulled her hand over, and pressed it against my lower abdomen, saying, "Sis, it's a little swollen here."

Unaware of my motives, she stopped and gently rubbed my stomach, saying, "Whether the surgery is successful or not depends on how many farts you let out today."

I stared at her in surprise. She said, "If you fart, it means your intestines are functioning smoothly and aren't knotted." As she was speaking, I actually farted.

My face flushed, and I tried to quickly pull back the covers to get rid of the smell. She hurriedly pressed the covers down, saying, "Wait! Smell it, does it smell bad?"

I said, "A little."

She smelled it too and said, "A little smelly, that's good." "

Why is it good if it smells bad?" I asked, puzzled.

"Smelly means it went down from the stomach smoothly. If it doesn't smell, it means it's just gas from outside the large intestine, useless!"

Inadvertently, her hand touched my penis, which was hard and erect. She pressed my lower abdomen again, looked at me, and said, "Do you need to pee?" I nodded.

She took a chamber pot from under the bed and placed it between my legs. Then she stood up and slowly pulled down my pants from both sides with both hands. Holding the chamber pot with one hand, she grabbed my penis with the other and tried to shove it into the pot. As she bent over and faced me while doing this, I could see her snow-white breasts and deep cleavage through the opening of her clothes, and my penis became even harder. I was lying down, and the chamber pot was lying flat, so how could my hard penis bend down?

She used her old method to soften my penis a little, and then put it into the chamber pot, making snoring sounds. I laughed and my penis went soft. I said, "I'm not a child anymore, I don't need to snort."

She laughed, making a tinkling sound as she held my penis in the chamber pot. After I finished urinating, she gently shook it out, then carefully dried it and put my pants back on.

She emptied the chamber pot, washed her hands, and came back to sit by my bed, looking at me. She said, "Tired? Take a nap; it'll be lunchtime soon." As she spoke, she put her hand under the covers and gently pressed it against my incision.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed it, but my penis became a little restless again. Somehow, I drifted off to sleep again... A few days passed like this. Under Sister Xiaoying's meticulous care, the incision healed very well, and the pain lessened. I also gradually gained some weight, and with her help, I could get out of bed and slowly walk around the room a few times. According to the doctor, if all goes well, the stitches can be removed in seven days, and I can be discharged in ten.

It was probably the evening of the fifth day. After watching the evening news, we were chatting when she naturally slipped her hand under my blanket. This time, she didn't press on my incision, but instead pulled my pants down a little, grasped my still slightly erect penis, and said, "Why is it always so hard?"

I said, "I don't know, it just gets hard whenever I see you, sister."

She laughed, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. "You little rascal, it's a good thing you didn't run into the head nurse, otherwise you'd be in big trouble!" "

Why?" I asked.

"The head nurse will make it impossible for you to get an erection!"

But every time she comes, I see she's very gentle with me, isn't she? I said. "

That's because you haven't offended her!" "Wait a minute, let me peel an apple for you and tell you her story." She turned off the TV, ran to wash an apple, peeled some of the skin, and then fed me with a spoon while beginning her story… Once, a company commander came to have his tailbone cut open, and the head nurse was instructing a trainee nurse on how to prepare it. The commander, upon seeing two beautiful women, immediately became aroused, startling the trainee nurse.

At that moment, the head nurse, without even looking at the commander, held up two fingers and flicked the "anti-aircraft gun"—it immediately collapsed and never rose again until the commander was almost discharged.

Later, the commander went to the hospital leadership, insisting that the head nurse marry him. The leadership asked: "Why?"

"He said he was a useless man now and wanted the head nurse to marry him and live a life of widowhood.

The hospital leaders summoned the head nurse to ask what was going on. The head nurse smiled and went to find the company commander. As soon as the company commander saw the head nurse, his face fell. The head nurse said, 'Take off your pants, let me see what's going on.' The company commander took off his pants, and his manhood was limp and hanging there. The head nurse then flicked it with two fingers, and it immediately sprang back into place!

The head nurse asked, 'Do you still want to marry me?'" The company commander quickly clasped his hands in a gesture of respect, saying, "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare!" "Tell me, isn't the head nurse amazing?"

I asked. "Why doesn't the company commander dare marry her now

?" "Does he dare? If the head nurse tormented him like this every day, could he stand

it?" I asked again. "

What about you?" "I don't know how. The head nurse knows pressure points! If I did, would you still be so carefree?" She chuckled, and I laughed too. The incision wasn't hurting so much anymore; I could laugh a little louder.

She threw away the fruit pit and washed her hands. She reached under the covers again, grasped my penis, looked at me softly, and asked, "Do you like me?" "

Yes!" "Why do you keep asking me that?" "

I just like hearing your answer." With that, she gripped my erect penis tightly, her face slowly turning red again… Later I learned that women also like to touch men's penises, just like men like to touch women's breasts.

I once asked her, "Do you like looking at and playing with men's penises?" She said: I don't like it! Those guys are usually so sloppy, like dead rats! But when they come alive, they're like giant pythons, terrifying!

I said, "Then why do you always like to grab my penis?"

She said, "You're different from them! You're usually like a little white mouse, but when you come alive, you're like a big white mouse, and I like to grab it!" "

I feel bloated, I need to pee," I said. She pressed my lower abdomen and said, "I just peed after dinner, I haven't peed now." "

How often do you 'run'?" (Northern China) (Note: "Running horse" is a euphemism for nocturnal emission, masturbation, or ejaculation.) She asked. "

I don't know," I replied.

She turned around, took a few pieces of gauze, unfolded and folded them, then put them under the covers to cover my glans. "Come on, let me help you get it out. Don't use force, it will hurt the incision." As she spoke, she gently stroked my penis up and down with her hand... My penis swelled even more under her small hand's stroking. At this moment, I saw her face turn even redder, and her eyes closed slightly. Then she slowly bent her upper body... She lowered her head and rested it on my shoulder. One of her breasts pressed against my arm, and I really wanted to cover her other breast with my other hand… She lifted one leg and pressed it forcefully across the other, her legs trembling slightly as if she were exerting force. As her up-and-down thrusting increased in frequency, I closed my eyes… Suddenly, she let out a soft “ah…”, and the hand thrusting against my penis stopped, her grip loosening slightly. I felt a tingling sensation on my scalp, and my anus tightened… The stick bounced and shot out spurts of something... I felt that this ejaculation was completely different from the one on Xiangxiang's thigh. This time, I finally experienced the feeling described in books! I knew that this time I had been masturbated by Sister Xiaoying, but I loved the feeling of being masturbated by her! If only she could masturbate me like this every day! At this moment, my incision hurt terribly, so I closed my eyes and endured it, half-asleep.

After a while, she straightened up. Seeing that I seemed to be asleep, she gently lifted the blanket a little to peek inside. Her hands busied themselves around below for a while, then she gently pulled my pants back up, covered me with the blanket, and tiptoed into the bathroom… I don't know how much time passed, but in my drowsy state, I felt a bloating in my lower abdomen. I turned my head; Xiaoying's bed was empty, and I could hear the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. "

Sister…" I called softly. There was no response. I called again, "Sister…"

"Hey!" Xiaoying answered, "What?" The sound of running water had noticeably subsided.

I need to pee.

Wait a minute, I'll be right there! Sister Xiaoying ran over, she was only wrapped in a bath towel, tied in a knot under her armpit.

She wanted to get the urinal, but I said, "My butt is a little numb, I want to get out of bed and walk around, then go to the bathroom to pee."

She quickly came over and helped me out of bed.

I pressed my right hand against the incision, and put my left arm around her left shoulder. Her shoulder was smooth, still wet with droplets. I deliberately walked slowly, wanting to hold and touch her a little longer. She grabbed the back of my hand on her shoulder with her left hand, and put her right arm around my waist, saying, "Slow down, slow down, be careful not to slip!"

Standing in front of the toilet, she helped me take off my pants, holding my pants up with her right arm, and with her left hand holding my penis towards the toilet bowl, she started to pee, pee... I held her as I finished urinating, and she shook my penis, then bent down to help me pull up my pants… Somehow, the towel wrapped around her suddenly came loose and slipped down. She exclaimed, “Ouch!” and tried to press the towel

down. Because she was bent over, with her right hand still around me and pulling up my pants, her left hand only pressed the towel against her genitals.

The rest of the towel hung down, revealing her smooth back and her buttocks sticking out towards me.

My left hand was still on her left shoulder, and my erect penis was pressing against her plump, round buttocks. That feeling is something I will never forget! My right hand naturally went to her right shoulder.

She cried out, “Little brother!” (Please forgive me for using “little brother” here instead of my real name). Her right hand released my pants, which slid to the floor. My lower body was now completely naked. She grabbed my erect penis, which was pressing hard against her buttocks. That moment felt like an eternity… I lifted her up to face me with barely any effort. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed with embarrassment, so beautiful. One hand still covered her genitals with a towel, while the other trembled slightly, still gripping my penis.

Only now did I truly see Xiaoying's breasts clearly. Her two snow-white breasts were round and full, like two little white rabbits lying quietly on my chest. Her two erect nipples were red, like the tender, loving eyes of little white rabbits gazing at me. I couldn't help but stroke those two little white rabbits, their nipples playfully scratching my palms like rabbit mouths, making my heart tingle with an unbearable itch! So itchy!

My hands trembled violently, afraid that the little white rabbits would be frightened and run away.

Slowly, she grasped my penis and pulled my body forward, her left hand, draped with a towel, moving from her genitals to my buttocks. I reached my hands behind her back to embrace her, her full, firm breasts pressed tightly against my chest!

I didn't know if my heart was still beating; the whole world was so quiet. She pressed her lips to mine, her tongue prying open my teeth and swirling inside, my tongue swirling with hers.

After kissing for a while, she rested her head on my shoulder, her breath tickling my neck. My penis seemed to harden even more, and I was at a loss for what to do.

She hugged me, calling softly, "Little brother, little brother..." I responded softly, "Sister, sister..." my hands idly stroking her smooth back and buttocks... Suddenly, I felt a tickling sensation on the head of my penis, as if I had rubbed against her pubic hair, and then it slowly slid down... stopping above her moist vulva. She held my penis and gently pressed it against her clitoris. I remembered Xiangxiang telling me that it was the clitoris.

She held my penis, gently rubbing and rotating the head against her clitoris. The itching made me involuntarily hug her buttocks tightly. Her vulva was constantly gushing fluid, making my glans wet as well.

After what seemed like an eternity, her body slowly stiffened and trembled, and she let out a soft "Ah...ah..." sound. She tightened her grip on me, and the speed at which she rotated my penis increased. I closed my eyes and held her tightly, my thighs clenching, and my penis couldn't help but ejaculate in spurts... She quickly used a towel to wipe my glans from below her vulva upwards, catching all my semen on the towel, and then she hugged me tightly again. After a while, she pressed me down on the toilet seat and said, "Little brother, sit still, I'm going to wash."

As she spoke, she stepped into the bathtub, rinsing her private parts with the showerhead, then carefully washing away the semen from the towel. As she bent over, her breasts appeared larger and rounder, the snow-white cleavage even more beautiful.

I watched her do this, bewildered. With her back to me, she said, "Thank goodness I didn't go in! If I got pregnant, the army would definitely prosecute me, and my life would be over!"

Only then did I realize that my penis hadn't actually penetrated her vagina. Although I had ejaculated, did that count as intercourse? I didn't know. But I did know that female soldiers in the army were often sent home crying and sobbing as they were discharged.

Then, she rinsed herself again and wrapped herself in a clean towel. She stepped out of the bathtub and helped me stand up. She carefully washed my sleeping white mouse with a damp towel, then playfully smacked it, saying, "You naughty thing!"

I said, "Sis, don't you like it?"

She glared at me but didn't say anything. She helped me put on my pants and helped me lie down on the bed.

She bent down to look at me, gently pinching my cheek, and said, "Why are you so annoying!" Then she kissed me. "Okay, go to sleep! I'm exhausted!"

I hugged her neck and kissed her cheek, saying, "Sis, I like you!" I then gently rubbed her breasts a few times through the towel.

She slapped my cheek, saying, "You little rascal! You're so sweet-talking. Close your eyes!"

That sleep, in my memory, seems to be the sweetest sleep I've ever had! I woke up the next afternoon.

After dinner, my older sister, Xiaoying, took me for a walk in the yard. Looking at the western sky, it was ablaze with color, as if a group of mischievous children had set it ablaze. Even the wind blowing in our faces carried a hint of warmth.

She softly hummed: "...The evening breeze drapes the setting sun over its shoulders, and a short flute plays... So much loneliness and melancholy, all drift away with the evening breeze, forgotten on the country lanes!"

*Thump...* I seized the opportunity to provide accompaniment, and she laughed, playfully punching me before continuing to hum: "The evening breeze gently caresses Penghu Bay, white waves chase the sand... On the sand at dusk, two and a half pairs of footprints remain...

Penghu Bay, Penghu Bay, Grandma's Penghu Bay..." I hummed along with her, a melody that held so many of my childhood fantasies... "

Sister, can we stay together forever?" I suddenly asked.

She stopped, looked at me for a long time, and said: "Silly brother, don't talk nonsense. You'll go to university, you'll work, you'll have your own life trajectory. I'll get married, change careers, I'll also have my own life path... Sister, can we be together?" "Silly brother, I'm content with your thoughts." She lowered her head, her voice slightly choked, "Remember, come visit your sister often!" "

Yes, I will!" I nodded firmly.

Actually, I didn't understand anything back then. I thought she would say things like in movies or books: something like, "I'm older than you," "Your family is too well-off," "I'm not good enough for you," and so on. But she didn't say that, although she probably thought so in her heart.

She looked around to make sure no one was there, then hugged me tightly, kissing my face repeatedly. I felt my face was wet, and I didn't know if it was her tears or mine. "

Go back, get some rest tonight, you'll have to get your stitches removed tomorrow," my sister said, cupping my face.

Back in the room, as she took off my clothes to wash me, the scene from last night flashed before my eyes again. I hugged her tightly, but she slapped my hand away, saying, "Don't be silly! Be careful not to get the gauze wet and cause an infection!"

I thought she was angry, so I stopped making a fuss. But when I saw the cleavage visible through the opening of her shirt, my unruly member sprang to life again. She sighed and shook her head. She had no choice but to hold my penis in one hand and carefully wipe my body with a towel in the other.

After helping me onto the bed, she sat by the edge, watching me intently. I tried to pull her hand under the covers, but she shook her head firmly and said, "Not tonight. You must get a good night's sleep and be well-rested so the stitches can be removed tomorrow. My dear brother, I love you!"

Seeing that I wouldn't close my eyes, she touched my face with one hand, gently pulling down my eyelids, while lightly patting my shoulder with the other, humming a slow, rhythmic hum… Thinking back to this, my eyes welled up with tears. Are women born with a maternal instinct? And this kind of maternal love is so broad and broad! A drop of tear fell into the gap of my keyboard, as if a grain of salt was pressed into the incision where I was cut.

The next morning, the suture removal went very smoothly. The tender meat at the incision and suture is light red. My sister said: It looks like a red silkworm sleeping there.

In the afternoon, she forced me to sleep again and put me to sleep like last night. She didn't wake me up until dinner. I'm so surprised why she always asks me to sleep? And she herself didn't seem to want to sleep all day long.

As long as I open my eyes, she must be busy here and there. Why is she always in such good spirits? !

After dinner, she helped me go for a walk as usual. I told her some jokes, and sometimes she laughed so hard she bent over. I saw those familiar yet unfamiliar little white rabbits peeking out from under her blouse.

It was late when we returned to the small ward.

She pulled down my pants, looked at the incision, and said, "Tonight, you can take a shower directly."

"Sister, can you help me wash?" I pleaded.

She blushed and said, "Then you have to be a good girl and listen to me." "

Sister, when have I ever disobeyed you?" I cried out happily.

She went over and locked the door, helped me into the bathroom, stripped me naked, helped me into the bathtub, adjusted the hot and cold water, and had me stand under the showerhead, holding onto the wall. At this moment, my penis was already pointing straight ahead.

Suddenly, she gently hugged me from behind. I exclaimed, "Ouch!" With a soft sound, I realized she had quietly slipped in, naked, from behind me.

For a moment, the earth seemed to stop spinning!

The instant her nipples touched my back, I felt a jolt, as if electrocuted, followed by a wave of overwhelming breasts. Her full breasts rubbed against my back, her pubic hair brushed against my buttocks, stimulating every nerve ending.

I tried to turn around, but she kissed my back, pressed her face against mine, and asked, "Do you like me?" As she spoke, she gripped my erect penis tightly with both hands. "

Yes!" I shouted back.

Water splashed down on us. She gently turned me around, cupping my face in her hands and kissing me, while my hands kneaded and squeezed her breasts.

She slowly pressed my head between her breasts. Before I could even take a closer look at the cleavage I had longed for, I was already sucking my lips on her snow-white breasts, mmm...mmm.

She held my penis in one hand, rotating it against her clitoris, while the other hand supported my ammunition. I cupped her two adorable little white rabbits in my hands, examining them closely, then kissing and licking them to my heart's content! She closed her eyes, tilting her head back slightly and thrusting her chest forward. Water splashed on her face, creating even more tiny sprays. She lifted

one leg and placed it on the edge of the bathtub, then slowly pressed me down to sit. She used one hand to open the door to Peach Blossom Spring, and instantly, the entire interior of Peach Blossom Spring unfolded before my eyes! "The Peach Blossom Pool is a thousand feet deep, but it cannot compare to my sister's love for me!" I couldn't help but say, and my sister gently patted my head.

I looked closely at her. Her pubic hair was smoothed and lay flat by the water, her labia majora were full and raised, and her labia minora were slightly red and swollen from engorgement. A glistening, whitish fluid flowed from her vagina, and the bright red opening was smooth and tender. The urethral opening at the tip of her clitoris was slightly open, and her protruding clitoris resembled a small, budding flower.

I couldn't resist gently teasing my sister's clitoris. She pulled my thumb up with one hand and pressed it against her clitoris, while her other hand gently moved my middle finger in and out of her vagina.

At that moment, my penis was hard and throbbing!

I remembered the descriptions in the book. So I parted her labia minora with both hands and gently licked her clitoris with my tongue. She trembled violently, pressing her hands against the top of my head, her fingers digging deep into my hair.

As my tongue expanded its reach, more fluid flowed from her vulva, her legs trembled even more violently, and her head tilted back even more forcefully. My penis throbbed, as if ready to ejaculate at any moment.

Suddenly, she let out a cry, pressing my head down forcefully, burying my face against her gushing vulva… Just as I felt like I was about to suffocate, my sister pulled me up, and I gasped for breath. She gripped my penis with one hand and pulled it forward, while the other hand pressed down hard on my buttocks… I heard her whisper: “Little brother…!” I felt my penis enter a warm, slippery nest.

It felt like something was stuck in the coronal sulcus, a painful yet itchy sensation… At that moment, my sister, trembling, hugged me tightly and kissed my lips forcefully… I felt a salty liquid flow into my mouth.

I opened my eyes and saw tears streaming down my sister's face. Looking down, I saw red liquid flowing down our legs.

I was terrified and cried out, "Sister, where are you bleeding?" My sister just held me quietly, trembling. I was so scared that I held her tightly, afraid to move.

After a while, my sister said, "Little brother, move a little."

I didn't know how to move, so she hugged me and said, "Like this, move back and forth."

I started moving my body back and forth, my glans feeling like it was twitching in warm soapy water. After a while, I felt something bite my glans, a wave of pain and itching shooting straight to my head, and suddenly, my penis twitched involuntarily… My sister hugged me even tighter! At that moment, I realized that my sister and I had experienced a turning point in our lives, completing a great historical mission. And we entered standing up!

After a while, my sister slowly pulled me away. She sat down on the edge of the bathtub, washing her genitals with the showerhead. The red and white stuff gradually faded with the water, and her vulva returned to its tender red color.

Then, my sister carefully washed my penis. I put my hand on my sister's shoulder and asked, "Sis, are you pregnant?"

She shook her head and said, "No, today is my safe period."

I watched as her fingers gently cleaned my sulcus, and suddenly a ticklish sensation stimulated me, making my penis erect again. My sister gripped my penis tightly with both hands, rinsed it with water, and then took my glans into her mouth… I let out a soft "oh…" as my hard penis felt like it was melting, the glans entering a warm, fleshy nest! I pressed my hands firmly against her swollen breasts, pinching her elastic nipples between my index and middle fingers.

She sucked on my glans for a while, gently moving it back and forth. Then she took it out and licked it carefully. Her tongue coating felt like thousands of tiny bristles, tingling and stimulating the tender skin on the glans, causing an intense itching sensation!

I yelled, "Ah..." My red, fleshy penis, like a fire extinguisher, spurted out streams of white semen, hitting her mouth and chin. The white semen flowed down her chin and onto her protruding breasts. She held my glans and used it to evenly smear the semen onto her breasts. At that moment, the scene described in the book flashed through my mind again. I didn't know if my sister had read that book, but how did she know to do this? I didn't dare ask her.

Seeing that the jet had stopped spraying, she kissed the glans and the jet, then rinsed the glans clean with water. Finally, she rinsed her mouth and stood up. We hugged each other tightly again, our lips pressed together.

The splashing water couldn't separate us.

After a while, she looked at my incision and said, "It's okay, no problem. You must be exhausted after ejaculating twice."

I shook my head. "Let me wash you clean so you can go to sleep. I was worried you didn't get enough sleep today."

Only then did I understand my sister's good intentions, why she insisted I get enough sleep that afternoon! I felt a surge of emotion and hugged her tightly. I kissed her and said, "Sister, you're so good to me!"

She carefully bathed me and dressed me, then told me to go back to bed, but I refused; I wanted to watch her bathe.

Watching my sister bathe was such a beautiful and wonderful experience. When her hands brushed against her breasts, the breasts and nipples would stubbornly spring back, creating a beautiful picture.

That night, I kept dreaming of colorful water splashing on my sister's cute little white rabbit and her beautiful private parts, and I kept feeling my glans still soaking in warm soapy water… On the morning of my discharge, Xiangxiang came. My sister carefully examined Xiangxiang, her expression no less intense than when my mother first saw my girlfriend years later. Xiangxiang blushed. Xiangxiang also secretly looked at Xiaoying. I don't know what it feels like for beautiful women to look at each other.

I introduced Xiangxiang to Xiaoying: "This is my classmate Xiangxiang, my good friend!" Then I introduced Xiaoying to Xiangxiang: "This is my nurse, Xiaoying, my good sister!"

Sister Xiaoying pulled Xiangxiang aside to whisper something. Later, I asked them separately what they had talked about, but neither of them told me. Later, I gradually understood that there are too many secrets between women that we men can never know or understand.

After thanking the hospital's political commissar, director, head nurse, doctors, and nurses one by one, I was about to get on the bus when Sister Xiaoying pulled Xiangxiang over. Sister Xiaoying looked at me without saying a word, her eyes red as she kept waving. I knew what she wanted to say, so I said loudly, "Sister Xiaoying, I won't forget you! I'll come back to see you often!"

Sister Xiaoying covered her mouth and cried. ...The bus drove off, and Xiangxiang quietly held my hand. The experiences of the past ten days flashed through my mind, and I suddenly felt a sense of profound loss, like a vast ocean finding it difficult to be satisfied with a mere stream.

Oh, those hazy years, and my hazy self...

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