My cousin and her stepmother

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Mei Yin, what a beautiful name! She's my cousin's stepmother. I should call her aunt, but it's better to call her my cousin's stepmother, otherwise it would be too awkward.

That happened a few years ago. I'm usually very proper and never give girls a second glance, so my buddies think I'm frigid, that I'm no good at that kind of thing. Actually, they all envy me behind my back; they know I'm deeply in love with my cousin.

Her skin isn't fair, but she has a great figure, from her face to her feet, she gives off a healthy and fit feeling. My cousin's aunt died of illness when she was thirteen, and she's lived with my uncle all these years. Four years after my aunt's death, my uncle married a young and beautiful woman, and that's Mei Yin. Hehe, just hearing that name makes my skin crawl, and sometimes I'm even scared.

Mei Yin is sixteen years younger than my uncle. She was already pregnant with his child when she married him, though outsiders couldn't tell; it was my conclusion after careful observation. Besides, my uncle and Mei Yin had only been seeing each other for a few months. To get married so quickly, she must have used the pregnancy to get him to comply.

My uncle was a government official who later went into business and made a lot of money. He bought a small house, a car, and hired maids to manage the rooms. The only thing he lacked was a mistress. My uncle is incredibly stubborn; he insisted on finding someone who looked like my deceased aunt, so there was no mistress in the house he bought. Of course, there was a young mistress. My cousin was very precocious; at fifteen, she was already walking around the mansion with her ample breasts, constantly giving orders to the maids she hired. We went to the same high school, so we often ran into each other. Some of my classmates would often ask me who the person greeting me was, and I would always tell them it was my girlfriend. I was afraid that if I said she was my cousin, they would pursue her relentlessly.

My cousin loved wearing backless tank tops all year round. Even in the cold winter, as soon as she returned to the warm mansion, she would immediately take off all her clothes, leaving only her tank top, saying it was more comfortable that way. In the summer, it was even more so.

The summer when my cousin was seventeen, I came to her house to study because my grades were poor, so I had to catch up on my studies throughout the summer. But we don't have air conditioning at home, and the weather in our city is too hot, so I had to go to my cousin's house to escape the heat.

As soon as I entered, I felt a blast of cool air.

"Aunt Zhang, is my cousin here?" I asked the maid.

"Yes! You're here to review your studies, right? Mr. Sun said last night that you were coming, and asked me to prepare a room for you. You can put your things there first." After saying that, Aunt Zhang led me to the back of the living room, up the stairs, to a small room on the second floor near the corridor.

"Hey, this is really nice." I almost exclaimed. This room seemed to have been designed especially for me; there were many pictures of beautiful women on the walls.

"Aunt Zhang, where did these pictures come from?"

"A friend of Mr. Sun's stayed here a few times, so that person probably put them up."

"Is it a man?"

"It's a woman. By the way, I need to prepare lunch for Miss. You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

I nodded, but in my heart, I was thinking: "A woman, could she be Uncle's secretary or lover?"

I put my backpack on the chair, stuffed the volleyball I brought under the bed, and left the room. The holiday is still long, and since it's only the first day, I'll rest for a bit, that's what I thought.

There's a small door in the corridor that leads directly to the second-floor balcony. I wanted to see the view outside, so I pushed open the door and went to the balcony.

The balcony is quite large, and the view is nice, especially the lighthouse on the opposite bank of the river. I've always loved being a sailor since I was little. No, I'm going to be the captain. Anyway, as soon as I stepped out of the balcony door, I was drawn to the lighthouse

. It would be even more beautiful at night, becoming a beacon of light in the darkness, adorning the night sky over the river. As I was admiring the view, I heard a voice from my right: "What's wrong, little sailor? You just arrived and you haven't even greeted me yet?"

I turned around and saw my cousin, who was lying on a white lounge chair, wearing sunglasses and her favorite backless bikini, enjoying a sunbath. My cousin's figure is truly undeniable—a well-proportioned body, long legs, a slender waist, and full breasts. Especially today, she's wearing yellow, which looks incredibly sexy in the sunlight, particularly her breasts, whose clearly defined lines are visible beneath the fabric, with pointed nipples that seem about to pierce her bikini.

"Wow, what are you doing here?" I was speechless.

"Come here," my cousin called.

I stepped forward and asked, "What is it?"

"Are you really here to study, or are you just sneaking out to play?"

"Studying is the priority, of course."

"Hmph, be honest, your aunt said she's going to keep an eye on you, lest you repeat a grade again."

"When did I repeat a grade? Why the 'again'?" I retorted.

"What, you're not listening to me? This is my house, not school." My cousin raised her voice and took off her sunglasses.

At this moment, I stared at her intently. Although the freckles on her face seemed to have increased a bit these days, her oval face with her squinted eyes was still very cute.

"So you really are studying?" My eyes were still fixed on her, but my gaze fell on her chest. She must have been breathing heavily when she spoke, because this time her chest was heaving powerfully, and her full breasts were bouncing vigorously under her bikini. Of course, I didn't look for long. I was afraid that if my cousin found out I was spitting, she would kick me out. Besides, if I looked for too long, it would be embarrassing if my manhood got hard.

"What do you do at school? Don't you spend all your time hanging out with girls and forget about your studies?" my cousin asked with a laugh.

I panicked and blurted out, "No, no, except for my cousin..." I finally stopped myself. I wanted to say "except for my cousin," but that would have given me away. Thank goodness.

"Except for what? Tell me, what do you mean by 'except'?" my cousin pressed.

"Nothing much, just that I don't like early relationships."

"Oh!" My cousin hesitated for a moment, then put her sunglasses back on.

I took the opportunity to say I had to go study, glanced at her chest, and walked off the balcony.

Around 2 PM, we started lunch. My cousin hadn't changed her clothes and sat opposite me. Lunch was very casual where we lived, and besides, it was summer, so eating too much would make us feel hot. My cousin's freezer was full of coconut juice, which I love, so I bought several cans and brought them to the table.

My cousin started talking: "If you drink like that, you might get sick!"

I was quite puzzled. Can drinking too much of this stuff really make you sick? My cousin must also love it and didn't want me to buy it all.

I stood up, took a can of coconut juice, and walked over to her, saying, "Here you go."

"Hmm, that's more like it," my cousin smiled slightly.

She was eating sweet and sour fish, and standing beside her, my eyes were looking down, just enough to see what was beating inside her cleavage. No, my heart was pounding.

"Why are you always standing next to me? This is sweet and sour fish that Zhang Ma made especially for me. Do you want some?" I nodded casually. My cousin laughed and said, "Looks like boys all like fishy food!"

My face turned red instantly: Did my cousin know that I was looking inside her just now? I sat back down and started eating my rice, taking a bite of rice and a sip of coconut juice. I finished it quickly.

This place is really nice! There's a maid, meals are cooked, and after you eat, someone cleans the table and washes the dishes. I thought to myself: I wish I had moved here sooner, so I wouldn't have to be nagged by my mom to wash dishes every day. Look at my hands, they're ruined by those damn fake dish soaps, so rough and calloused. I eventually learned to wash dishes with only one hand, which saved my left hand. That's probably why I don't like shaking hands with girls; my hands are too rough, and it's so awkward for a girl to pull her hand back unless she extends her left hand to shake mine. My

cousin finished eating and lay on the sofa. Her skin was already quite tanned, but sometimes the parts covered by her clothes were still very fair. Actually, I don't like two-tone skin; it looks unnatural. On the beach in summer, you often see women taking off their bras, revealing their white breasts. These women seem to not take them off often; their round breasts have become triangular, making them look particularly unsightly.

My cousin, seeing me staring at her, laughed and asked, "What, didn't you get enough of looking at school?"

"Back then, we were all wearing school uniforms, how could we see everything?"

"You little rascal, when did you become so lewd!"

"I'm not little anymore, I'm fifteen."

"Really? I didn't realize."

My cousin smiled ingratiatingly. I couldn't help but look at myself and noticed a slight bulge down there. Oh my god, how embarrassing!

"Aren't you going to study?"

"I'm going right now." Seeing that my cousin had given me an out, I took the opportunity to slip away. If I had been even ten seconds later, that thing would have been sticking out of my pants, making walking both unsightly and inconvenient.

Back in my room, it was so cool and refreshing. I lay on the bed, my eyes fixed on the pictures of beautiful women plastered around me. The pictures were all quite recent; except for a few that didn't show faces, the rest were all of the same person. This woman was probably a model; she was quite tall, probably about my height. Hmm, girls these days are all quite tall. My cousin is only 1.7 meters, and this woman is even taller than her, though she looks more mature. I'm not referring to her figure; my cousin's figure is already full-figured, but her face still looks childlike.

Who could this woman be? I kept thinking about this question that night, so I couldn't sleep. Damn it, this perfectly good house has been plastered with pictures, making it impossible for me to concentrate on studying. I'd better go to the balcony and look at the lighthouse.

The night view here is even more enchanting than the daytime view. There are very few ships sailing on the river anymore; a few small fishing boats are moored along the shore, their cabins lit with lanterns. The boats rock gently with the waves, their lights flickering like a nocturne of lights. I think it would be wonderful to sing a few songs or play a tune on the boat. Ideally, I'd be surrounded by a group of women, drinking and admiring the moon—that would truly capture the romantic spirit of the Suzhou poets.

Thinking about this, I'm getting thirsty. Just then, my cousin came up behind me and said, "What's wrong? Looking at the stars here?"

I turned around and saw her wearing a thin nightgown with her hair loose. I asked, "What's wrong? Can't you sleep either?"

"It's too noisy next door, how can I sleep?"

"Where? I didn't hear anything."

My cousin replied, "Of course you can't hear anything, your room is on the other side of the hallway!"

I asked, "What's that noise?"

"It's not that loud, it's just unbearable."

I became even more curious. Under my questioning, my cousin led me to another corner of the balcony and pointed to a spot: "It's over there."

I looked in the direction she pointed and saw a row of windows with the curtains drawn and the lights on inside. I could see two figures making some orderly movements through the curtains.

"Who are those two people? What are they doing in Uncle's room?" I asked.

"Are you pretending not to know, or do you just not know? That's my dad playing games with a slut!"

"Ah, Uncle found a new aunt?" I almost exclaimed.

My cousin said, "Hmph, don't say it too early, I'm going to mess this up."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because of my mother, she's been dead for less than five years, and my dad is always seeing women."

I was about to say that men need women, but I changed my words and said, "Uncle hasn't remarried, has he? Isn't he missing his aunt?"

"Hmm, that's true, that's one good thing about my dad, but he seems inseparable from this woman. He's had three before, but they all ended after a few dates. This one has been going on for several months now, I'm afraid something bad is going to happen."

I thought to myself: So Uncle has been with quite a few women!

"So what are you planning to do?" I asked her.

My cousin shook her head and whispered, "There's no good solution right now." Then, she patted my shoulder and said, "It's getting late, go to sleep."

As she left, I glanced at the row of windows again; the lights were off.

The next morning, I woke up early and saw my uncle and that woman in the living room downstairs. I was quite shocked; it turned out that all the photos in my room were of her. I didn't dare look at her directly.

My uncle greeted me first: "It was too late yesterday, so I didn't say hello." My uncle was still so polite. He probably sensed my hesitation and, before I could speak, continued, "This is Aunt Wu."

It's customary to shake hands upon first meeting, but my hands were too rough to touch an aunt's, so I bowed and said, "Hello, Auntie."

The woman smiled, "Hmm, you must be Ahua (my nickname), right? Mr. Sun said you're very handsome, and it's true."

I was pleased to hear her compliment me; my cousin hadn't praised me like that. I immediately felt a fondness for this aunt. During breakfast, I kept secretly glancing at her. I found her even more natural and beautiful than in the photos. When I turned my gaze back, I suddenly saw my cousin staring at me. Our eyes met, and we both blushed. This is probably what it's like between young boys and girls.

My uncle and aunt had both gone to work, leaving only the three of us in the big house. I went back to my room to study. About two hours later, I went to relieve myself. Just as I was about to leave, I heard the sound of water running in the bathroom next door. Could someone have forgotten to turn off the tap? No, someone was taking a shower, and the door wasn't closed properly, leaving a small gap.

I peeked through the crack and saw Zhang Ma, completely naked, one hand on her neck, the other using a sponge to dry herself. Although Zhang Ma was almost fifty, her body was still quite firm, though her breasts weren't very large, so they weren't particularly attractive. I remained silent outside, waiting for her to turn around so I could see what her lower body looked like.

Just as Zhang Ma was about to turn around, my ear started hurting terribly, but I held back from crying out. It was my cousin who had grabbed my ear; she was wearing a workout outfit, but no pants. She dragged me from downstairs to upstairs, from the hallway to the balcony.

"Tell me, what were you doing just now?" my cousin asked, flashing her two buck teeth.

"Nothing! I didn't see anything," I tried to deny.

"You didn't see anything, but I saw everything. Should I tell Zhang Ma?" my cousin said with a sly grin.

"No, no, please! If I don't catch up on my homework this summer, I'm doomed!" I was really anxious.

My cousin giggled. "Alright then, I'll keep it a secret for now, but you have to agree to one condition."

"Just one?" I asked, because women always love to push their luck.

"Don't worry, just one."

"Then tell me."

"I want you to listen to me."

"That's your condition?"

"How was it?"

"Nothing much," I replied, thinking to myself: This woman is so cunning. She has a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand conditions, but anyway, I'll get through this summer vacation first.

She finally let go of my hand. "Come on, give me a back rub," my cousin called out sweetly.

"Okay." I covered my ears, then looked at her lying on the cool chair and started massaging her.

My cousin's skin was really elastic; when I squeezed it, it immediately returned to its original shape.

"Cousin, I heard you joined the school's gymnastics team, is that true?"

"Yes, I'm going to perform at the arts festival this October!"

"We won't see you until October," I sighed.

"What, you want to see it sooner?"

"Of course."

"Then I'll show you a few moves."

My cousin climbed off the chair, wearing slippers, and started pacing back and forth on the balcony. Suddenly, she did a freestyle wrestling, which startled me. I clapped and said, "Great!"

Seeing my support, my cousin's movements became increasingly graceful and alluring. She swayed her plump hips, her slender waist leading her upper body back and forth, and occasionally bounced around. I noticed a tape recorder next to the chair, so I turned it on, and fast-paced disco music immediately started playing. Accompanied by the music, my cousin's movements became even more energetic, and her breasts rose and fell, as if everything was under her control. I was already half-reclined on the lounge chair, holding my cousin's half-finished coconut juice, sipping and watching, thoroughly enjoying myself.

Gradually, my eyes closed, only my ears remained open.

This went on for about thirty seconds before the music suddenly stopped.

Mei Yin, what a beautiful name! She's my cousin's stepmother. I should call her aunt, but it's better to call her my cousin's stepmother, otherwise it would feel too awkward.

That happened a few years ago. I'm usually very proper, never giving girls a second glance, so my buddies thought I was frigid, that I wasn't good at that kind of thing. Actually, they all envied me behind my back; they knew I deeply loved my cousin.

Her skin wasn't fair, but she had a great figure, from face to toe, giving off a healthy and fit feeling. My cousin's aunt died when she was thirteen. She lived with her uncle all those years. Four years after her aunt's death, her uncle married a young and beautiful woman named Mei Yin. Hehe, just hearing that name makes me itch all over, and sometimes I'm even a little scared.

Mei Yin was sixteen years younger than her uncle, and she was already pregnant with his child when she married him. Of course, outsiders couldn't tell; I came to this conclusion after careful observation. Besides, her uncle and Mei Yin had only been seeing each other for a few months. To marry so quickly, she must have used the pregnancy to get him to comply.

Her uncle was a government official who later went into business and made a lot of money. He bought a small house, a car, and hired maids to manage the house. The only thing he lacked was a mistress. My uncle is incredibly stubborn; he insisted on finding someone who looked exactly like my deceased aunt, so the mansion he bought has no mistress. Of course, there is a young mistress, though. My cousin is precocious; at fifteen, she was already walking around the mansion with her ample bosom, constantly giving orders to the maids. We went to the same high school, so we often ran into each other. Some of my classmates would often ask me who the person greeting me was, and I would always tell them it was my girlfriend. I was afraid that if I said she was my cousin, they would pursue her relentlessly. My

cousin's favorite thing to wear all year round was a backless tank top. Even in the cold winter, as soon as she returned to the warm mansion, she would immediately take off all her clothes, leaving only the tank top, saying it was more comfortable that way. And in the summer, it was even more so.

The summer my cousin turned seventeen, I came to her house to study. My grades were bad, so I needed to catch up throughout the summer. But we didn't have air conditioning, and the weather in our city was too hot, so I had to go to my cousin's house to escape the heat.

As soon as I entered, I felt a cool breeze.

"Aunt Zhang, is my cousin here?" I asked the maid.

"Yes! You're here to study, right? Mr. Sun said you were coming last night and asked me to prepare a room for you. Put your things there first." After saying that, Aunt Zhang led me to the back of the living room, up the stairs, to a small room on the second floor near the hallway.

"Hey, this is really nice!" I almost exclaimed. This room seemed to have been designed especially for me; the walls were covered with pictures of beautiful women.

"Aunt Zhang, where did these pictures come from?"

"A friend of Mr. Sun's stayed here a few times, so that person probably put them up."

"Is it a man?"

"It's a woman. By the way, I need to prepare lunch for Miss. You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

I nodded, but in my heart, I was thinking: "A woman, could she be Uncle's secretary or lover?"

I put my backpack on the chair, stuffed the volleyball I brought under the bed, and left the room. The holiday is still long, and since it's only the first day, I'll rest for a bit, that's what I thought.

There's a small door in the corridor that leads directly to the second-floor balcony. I wanted to see the view outside, so I pushed open the door and went to the balcony.

The balcony is quite large, and the view is nice, especially the lighthouse on the opposite bank of the river. I've always loved being a sailor since I was little. No, I'm going to be the captain. Anyway, as soon as I stepped out of the balcony door, I was drawn to the lighthouse

. It would be even more beautiful at night, becoming a beacon of light in the darkness, adorning the night sky over the river. As I was admiring the view, I heard a voice from my right: "What's wrong, little sailor? You just arrived and you haven't even greeted me yet?"

I turned around and saw my cousin, who was lying on a white lounge chair, wearing sunglasses and her favorite backless bikini, enjoying a sunbath. My cousin's figure is truly undeniable—a well-proportioned body, long legs, a slender waist, and full breasts. Especially today, she's wearing yellow, which looks incredibly sexy in the sunlight, particularly her breasts, whose clearly defined lines are visible beneath the fabric, with pointed nipples that seem about to pierce her bikini.

"Wow, what are you doing here?" I was speechless.

"Come here," my cousin called.

I stepped forward and asked, "What is it?"

"Are you really here to study, or are you just sneaking out to play?"

"Studying is the priority, of course."

"Hmph, be honest, your aunt said she's going to keep an eye on you, lest you repeat a grade again."

"When did I repeat a grade? Why the 'again'?" I retorted.

"What, you're not listening to me? This is my house, not school." My cousin raised her voice and took off her sunglasses.

At this moment, I stared at her intently. Although the freckles on her face seemed to have increased a bit these days, her oval face with her squinted eyes was still very cute.

"So you really are studying?" My eyes were still fixed on her, but my gaze fell on her chest. She must have been breathing heavily when she spoke, because this time her chest was heaving powerfully, and her full breasts were bouncing vigorously under her bikini. Of course, I didn't look for long. I was afraid that if my cousin found out I was spitting, she would kick me out. Besides, if I looked for too long, it would be embarrassing if my manhood got hard.

"What do you do at school? Don't you spend all your time hanging out with your female classmates and forget about your studies?" my cousin asked with a laugh.

I panicked a little and blurted out, "No, no, except for my cousin..." I finally held back. I originally wanted to say "except for my cousin," but wouldn't that have given me away? Thank goodness.

"Besides what? Tell me, what are you saying?" my cousin pressed.

"Nothing much, just that I don't like early relationships."

"Oh!" My cousin hesitated for a moment, then put her sunglasses back on.

I took the opportunity to say I had to go study, glanced at her chest, and walked off the balcony.

Around 2 PM, we started lunch. My cousin hadn't changed her clothes and sat opposite me. We eat very casually for lunch, and besides, it's summer, so eating too much would make us feel hot. My cousin's freezer was full of coconut juice, which I love, so I ordered several cans and brought them to the table.

My cousin started talking: "If you drink like that, you might get sick!"

I was quite puzzled. Can drinking too much of this stuff really make you sick? My cousin must also love this stuff and didn't want me to buy it all.

I stood up, took a can of coconut juice, and walked over to her, saying, "Here you go."

"Hmm, that's more like it," my cousin smiled slightly.

She was eating sweet and sour fish, and standing beside her, my eyes were fixed down on her cleavage, where I could see what was throbbing inside. No, my heart was pounding.

"Why are you always standing next to me? This is sweet and sour fish that Zhang Ma specially made for me. Do you want some?" I nodded casually. My cousin laughed and said, "Looks like boys all love fishy food!"

My face flushed instantly: Did my cousin know I was looking inside her? I sat back down, focused on my rice, and ate and drank the coconut juice in no time.

This place is really nice; there's a maid, food is cooked, and someone even cleans the table and washes the dishes after you're done. I thought to myself: If I had known this would happen, I would have moved here sooner, so I wouldn't have to be nagged by my mom to wash the dishes every day. Look at my hands, they're ruined by those damn fake dish soaps, so rough and calloused. I eventually learned to wash dishes with only one hand, which saved my left hand. That's probably why I don't like shaking hands with girls; my hands are too rough, and it's so embarrassing for a girl to pull her hand back, unless she extends her left hand to shake mine.

My cousin finished eating and lay on the sofa. Her skin was already very tanned, but even the parts covered by her clothes were still quite white. Actually, I don't like two-tone skin; it looks unnatural. In the summer at the beach, I often see people taking off their bras, revealing their white breasts. These people seem to not take them off often; their round breasts have become triangular, which looks particularly unsightly.

My cousin, seeing me staring at her, laughed and asked, "What, didn't you get enough of looking at me at school?"

"Back then, we were all wearing school uniforms, how could we see everything?"

"You little rascal, when did you become so lewd!"

"I'm not a kid anymore, I'm fifteen."

"Really? I didn't realize."

My cousin smiled ingratiatingly. I couldn't help but look at myself and noticed a slight bulge down there. Oh my god, how embarrassing!

"Aren't you going to study?"

"I'm going now." Seeing that my cousin had given me an out, I took the opportunity to slip away. If I had been even ten seconds later, that thing would definitely have been sticking out of my pants, making walking both unsightly and inconvenient.

Back in my room, it was a very cool room. I lay on the bed, my eyes fixed on the pictures of beautiful women plastered around me. These pictures are all quite recent. Except for a few photos where the face isn't shown, the rest are all of the same person. This woman is probably a model; she's quite tall, probably about my height. Yeah, girls these days are pretty tall. My cousin is only 1.7 meters, and this woman is even taller than her, but she looks more mature. I'm not referring to her figure, though; my cousin's figure is already quite full, but her face still looks like a child's.

Who could this woman be? I kept thinking about this question that night, so I couldn't sleep. Damn it, my perfectly good house is now covered in these pictures, making it impossible for me to concentrate on studying. I'd better go to the balcony and look at the lighthouse.

The night view here is even more enchanting than during the day. Few steamboats remained on the river; a few small fishing boats were moored along the shore, fires burning in their cabins. The boats rocked gently with the waves, their lights flickering like a nighttime symphony. I thought how wonderful it would be to sing a song or play a tune on the boat. Ideally, one would be surrounded by a group of beautiful women, drinking wine and admiring the moon—that would truly capture the romantic spirit of the Suzhou poets.

Thinking of this, I felt a little thirsty. Just then, my cousin came up behind me and said, "What's wrong? Looking at the stars here?"

I turned around and saw her wearing a thin nightgown with her hair loose. I asked, "What's wrong? Can't you sleep either?"

"It's too noisy next door, how can I sleep?"

"Where? I didn't hear anything."

My cousin replied, "Of course you can't hear anything, your room is on the other side of the hallway!"

I asked, "What's that noise?"

"It's not that loud, it's just unbearable."

I became even more curious. Under my questioning, my cousin led me to another corner of the balcony and pointed to a spot: "It's over there."

I looked in the direction she pointed and saw a row of windows with the curtains drawn and the lights on inside. I could see two figures making some orderly movements through the curtains.

"Who are those two people? What are they doing in Uncle's room?" I asked.

"Are you pretending not to know, or do you just not know? That's my dad playing games with a slut!"

"Ah, Uncle found a new aunt?" I almost exclaimed.

My cousin said, "Hmph, don't say it too early, I'm going to mess this up."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because of my mother, she's been dead for less than five years, and my dad is always seeing women."

I was about to say that men need women, but I changed my words and said, "Uncle hasn't remarried, has he? Isn't he missing his aunt?"

"Hmm, that's true, that's one good thing about my dad, but he seems inseparable from this woman. He's had three before, but they all ended after a few dates. This one has been going on for several months now, I'm afraid something bad is going to happen."

I thought to myself: So Uncle has been with quite a few women!

"So what are you planning to do?" I asked her.

My cousin shook her head and whispered, "There's no good solution right now." Then, she patted my shoulder and said, "It's getting late, go to sleep."

As she left, I glanced at the row of windows again; the lights were off.

The next morning, I woke up early and saw my uncle and that woman in the living room downstairs. I was quite shocked; it turned out that all the photos in my room were of her. I didn't dare look at her directly.

My uncle greeted me first: "It was too late yesterday, so I didn't say hello." My uncle was still so polite. He probably sensed my hesitation and, before I could speak, continued, "This is Aunt Wu."

It's customary to shake hands upon first meeting, but my hands were too rough to touch an aunt's, so I bowed and said, "Hello, Auntie."

The woman smiled, "Hmm, you must be Ahua (my nickname), right? Mr. Sun said you're very handsome, and it's true."

I was pleased to hear her compliment me; my cousin hadn't praised me like that. I immediately felt a fondness for this aunt. During breakfast, I kept secretly glancing at her. I found her even more natural and beautiful than in the photos. When I turned my gaze back, I suddenly saw my cousin staring at me. Our eyes met, and we both blushed. This is probably what it's like between young boys and girls.

My uncle and aunt had both gone to work, leaving only the three of us in the big house. I went back to my room to study. About two hours later, I went to relieve myself. Just as I was about to leave, I heard the sound of water running in the bathroom next door. Could someone have forgotten to turn off the tap? No, someone was taking a shower, and the door wasn't closed properly, leaving a small gap.

I peeked through the crack and saw Zhang Ma, completely naked, one hand on her neck, the other using a sponge to dry herself. Although Zhang Ma was almost fifty, her body was still quite firm, though her breasts weren't very large, so they weren't particularly attractive. I remained silent outside, waiting for her to turn around so I could see what her lower body looked like.

Just as Zhang Ma was about to turn around, my ear started hurting terribly, but I held back from crying out. It was my cousin who had grabbed my ear; she was wearing a workout outfit, but no pants. She dragged me from downstairs to upstairs, from the hallway to the balcony.

"Tell me, what were you doing just now?" my cousin asked, flashing her two buck teeth.

"Nothing! I didn't see anything," I tried to deny.

"You didn't see anything, but I saw everything. Should I tell Zhang Ma?" my cousin said with a sly grin.

"No, no, please! If I don't catch up on my homework this summer, I'm doomed!" I was really anxious.

My cousin giggled. "Alright, I'll keep it a secret for now, but you have to agree to one condition."

"Just one?" I asked, because women always love to push their luck.

"Don't worry, just one."

"Then tell me."

"I want you to listen to me."

"Is that your condition?"

"How about it?"

"Nothing much," I replied, but in my heart I was thinking: This woman is really cunning. This one condition could be a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand, but anyway, I'll get through this summer vacation first.

She finally let go of my hand. "Come on, give me a back rub," my cousin called out sweetly.

"Okay." I covered my ears, then looked at her lying on the cool chair and started massaging her.

My cousin's skin was really elastic; when I squeezed it, her skin immediately returned to its original shape.

"Cousin, I heard you joined the school's gymnastics team, is that true?"

"Yes, that's right. We'll be performing at the arts festival this October!"

"We won't see it until October." I sighed.

"What, you want to see it sooner?"

"Of course!"

"Then I'll show you a few moves."

My cousin climbed off the chair, wearing slippers, and started walking back and forth on the balcony. Suddenly, she did a standing root throw, which startled me. Then I clapped and said, "Bravo!"

Seeing my support, my cousin's movements became increasingly graceful and alluring. She swayed her chubby hips, her slender waist leading her upper body back and forth, and occasionally did some bouncing movements. I noticed a tape recorder next to the chair, so I turned it on, and fast-paced disco music immediately started blaring. To the accompaniment, my cousin's movements became even more energetic, her breasts heaving as if everything was under her control. As for me, I was already half-reclined on the lounge chair, holding the coconut juice my cousin hadn't finished, sipping and watching, thoroughly enjoying myself.

Gradually, my eyes closed, only my ears remained open.

This went on for about thirty seconds, then the music suddenly stopped.

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