Beauty of Humanity

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Because of my poor family background, I was sent to the countryside with my parents when I was very young. My parents shed countless tears at that time. However, being a naive child, I was very happy. It felt like I had stepped out of a walled city and entered a completely new world. Everything before my eyes amazed me.

Take our accommodation, for example. We were newcomers and had no house at all. A farmer took us in. His family had three rooms. The middle room had a door leading to a large kitchen. There was a stove and a door on each side. The doors of the east and west rooms faced each other. They lived in the east room, and we lived in the west room. If they didn't close the door to their room, I could see everything inside.

What made me happiest was that there were three girls in their family, and they were all very beautiful. Two of them were older than me, and one was younger. In my mind, rural children were supposed to be disheveled, wearing tattered blue clothes, with dark skin, yellow teeth, and freckles on their faces. But this farmer's family was an exception; both the adults and children were very beautiful and neatly dressed.

Before, when I played with ordinary little girls, I was always carefree, laughing and joking, not caring about anything. But now, for some reason, seeing these three very beautiful rural girls, I didn't dare approach them. I liked them and really wanted to be with them, but seeing their pretty faces made me nervous, my heart raced, and I always hid from them, yet I couldn't help but secretly watch them.

If the older girl hadn't invited me to play with them, I really don't know when I would have been able to join them. After playing a few times, I became quite casual. Whenever I had free time, I would sneak into their room to play cards, pocket aces, and blind man's bluff with them.

Of course, I often helped the three of them with chores, such as "rolling corn," "making bean paste," and "wrapping dumplings."

Although I was still very young at the time, I was very skillful and quick-witted. While helping them, I would tell them stories I had heard from my grandfather.

The three girls listened attentively, their three beautiful eyes fixed on me, and my heart was filled with sweetness. I felt that being able to chat, play, and do chores with these three pretty girls every day was a constant source of warmth, joy, and indescribable happiness.

Perhaps because they didn't have any boys, the whole family treated me exceptionally well. I could sense that I was very popular. However, there was an even more important reason why they liked me so much: both our families were classified as landlords.

In the class society of that time, children from landlord families were discriminated against. The children of poor and lower-middle peasants often called us landlord's sons, stinking landlords, and big landlords. Our young hearts couldn't bear these political blows and pressures, so the children from both families rarely went out to play with other children in the village.

Perhaps it was fate that brought me and these three girls together, or perhaps it was God's blessing, but in a very short time, I completely integrated myself into the group of the three sisters, and we became very close. The three sisters often complimented me on my looks, saying I was very likable, and that city kids were just "sparkling," and that I was clever, skillful, and quick-witted.

They even praised my parents' good looks in front of me, saying my mom and dad looked like movie actors.

They said things like, "Good-looking adults mean good-looking children." Of course, I was good at compliments too. I told the three sisters, "Your family, both adults and children, are good-looking too. You don't look like country people at all. You three sisters are prettier than all the girls in the city!"

The eldest sister quickly asked me, "Is what you're saying true?"

I said seriously, "It's true. If you don't believe me, go ask my dad and mom. They said the same thing. You don't look like country people at all; your beauty is a trait from your landlord family."

My older sister was overjoyed to hear this, and she picked me up and kissed me on the cheek a few times. I wrapped my arms around her neck and pressed my face against hers. Actually, I was speaking from the heart; I think my older sister is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She has a very straight posture and beautiful curves. She often likes to wear overalls, with a snow-white shirt neatly tucked into her blue overalls.

Because she wears overalls, whenever she bends over, the crotch of her pants tightens around her buttocks, creating a cleavage in the middle, revealing the shape of her buttocks. Round and full, with distinct contours, she was very beautiful. When she straightened her back and puffed out her chest, two round mounds appeared on her chest—a characteristic of a girl just beginning to develop.

My older sister also had a round face, and she liked to wear two pigtails in her hair. She had a pair of big, dark eyes and two gently curved eyebrows of moderate thickness. Seeing me staring intently at her, she kissed me on the cheek again and laughed, saying, "Silly girls stare straight at people, lecherous girls look furtively at people..."

My younger sister also said she liked playing with me; if I didn't go to her place for a day, she would nag to find me, her older brother. Hearing her cry, I would immediately go over to comfort her. Sometimes, when I happened to be at their house for dinner, their parents would let me sit at the table and eat with them. We would eat and chat, and that feeling was truly warm and sweet.

Sometimes, when I was tired from playing at night, they would let me sleep at their house. My older sister would always open the door and call into our room: "Uncle, Aunt, you can sleep here by yourselves. He won't be going anywhere." My parents would quickly turn off the lights. Sleeping in

the countryside is quite interesting. Regardless of age or gender, the whole family of five or six would squeeze together on a large kang (heated brick bed). They assigned me a fixed spot, which was at the "end of the kang." In the countryside, the side closest to the kitchen stove is called the "pit head," and the side furthest from the kitchen and closer to the chimney is called the "kang tail."

Rural people eat three meals a day, plus heating food for the pigs and dogs, or boiling water and roasting melon seeds, so the kang head is always warm, and quite warm. This spot is always reserved for adults, because they are very tired after a day's work in the production team and always want to sleep on the warm kang at night to "relieve fatigue." Perhaps rural adults simply prefer sleeping on a warm kang.

Next to the adults, the youngest child sleeps, making it easy to look after them at night. Then, gradually, the second and eldest sisters sleep next to them. Since they have already established a fixed sleeping arrangement, I can't very well sleep in the middle. The older sister said, "You can sleep next to me at the end of the kang (

heated brick bed). I'll take care of you tonight. If you need to pee, just nudge me and I'll wake up." In rural families, the way people poop and pee at night is quite interesting. If it's defecation, they put on their clothes and go outside to relieve themselves, but few people poop at night. Usually, they "clean up" before going to bed, unless they have an upset stomach. If it's urination, both men and women do it inside the house. They are used to placing a chamber pot in the middle of the floor inside the house, and the person urinating doesn't need to wear clothes, just a vest and underwear.

If a woman is urinating, after getting out of bed, she goes to the urinal, takes off her underwear, exposes her buttocks, bends down, squats on the urinal, and urinates. After urinating, she lifts her buttocks up and down a few times, presumably to shake off any remaining urine from her urethra to prevent it from wetting her underwear. Then she stands up, pulls up her underwear, and goes back to bed to continue sleeping.

Men don't need to squat or take off their underwear to urinate. They simply stand next to the urinal, pull out their penis from under their shorts, hold it with their hand, and urinate into the urinal. The urine always flows in an arc, accurately shooting into the urinal. Sometimes the urine is yellow, sometimes it's white.

The man in that family urinated with great force, each time he stepped onto the floor, the chamber pot would make a loud, buzzing sound. The flow seemed very concentrated. Whenever he urinated, the woman would habitually mutter, "Be careful, don't pee everywhere. You're such a big guy, you can't possibly pee all over the place. It'll be everywhere."

The man would pretend not to hear her, and after finishing, he would shake the chamber pot with his hand, then stuff it into his underwear, go back to bed, and continue sleeping.

The woman's urination sounded scattered, like splashing water. She quickly got off the bed, went to the chamber pot, pulled down her shorts, exposing her buttocks, then squatted on the pot and finished with a loud "whoosh." Quick and easy.

This woman always had a habit when urinating: after urinating, she would rub her pubic hair back and forth against the rim of the chamber pot a few times. Because her pubic hair was thick and long, it always had many droplets of urine clinging to it after urinating. She had to wipe these droplets clean before putting her shorts back on. She was probably afraid the urine droplets on her pubic hair would soak her shorts.

Strangely, this woman sometimes urinated red. Whenever she did, she would place several folded sheets of paper between her underwear. After urinating, she would adjust the paper, straightening it on her underwear before pulling it up. I noticed that the paper was also red.

I thought that if it weren't for the paper in the middle, her underwear would definitely be red in the middle as well.

The older woman urinated very solemnly. She would quickly pull down her shorts, immediately squat on the chamber pot, stare at the lower front with her big, dark eyes, as if pondering a problem, and then quickly pull her shorts up, so you could see nothing except occasionally her round, snow-white buttocks.

My eldest sister's buttocks were indeed very beautiful, very full and rounded. I especially liked looking at them, but when she revealed them, it was always just for a moment, like a full crescent moon that was immediately covered by dark clouds as soon as it appeared. Why are women's buttocks so beautiful? I can't explain it either.

My second sister seemed very lazy. She was always careless when she urinated. She took off her pants slowly, and she always sat on the chamber pot. Whenever she sat on the chamber pot, she always had a habit of pressing her body against her knees, and her hands would keep pawing at the ground.

When she finished urinating and pulled up her pants, she was also slow. Her big white buttocks would always stay outside for a long time, and there was often a circle imprinted on her buttocks by the round opening of the chamber pot. Because she was so slow in pulling up her pants, her genitals were exposed for a long time, clearly visible to everyone. Her genitals were pink, and she didn't have pubic hair at the time.

The little girl always slept naked at night, and she peed naked too. But her urination was interesting; an adult had to "hold her to pee." What does "holding her to pee" mean? It means an adult holds her while she urinates. She assumes a squatting position, and the adult holds her legs, so she leans against the adult's chest, her buttocks protruding, and her urethra fully exposed.

The adult holds her, adjusts the angle so her urethra is aligned with the opening of the potty, and then whistles to urge her to pee. Otherwise, she'll just sit in the adult's lap and play, and won't finish peeing for a while. Every time she finished urinating, a lot of residual urine would flow down her pink vulva onto her buttocks.

To be honest, I even "held" her a few times. At that time, her little bare bottom was pressed against my chest, her round little bottom pressing against my stomach, warm and very cute. I held her and didn't want to put her down, so she would say: "Brother, I'm done urinating. Put me down quickly."

In the beginning, I didn't care about anything around me, and they didn't hide their urination and defecation

from me. For example, the eldest sister, during the day she often squatted on the edge of the wall to poop and pee, and every time she did, she liked to have me "stand guard" for her. She would always laugh and say to me: "Stand by the corner and don't move, keep an eye on things, don't let anyone come over, don't let pigs and dogs come and nudge my butt."

Then she unbuckled her belt, exposing her buttocks, and squatted down to urinate. I often saw her white buttocks and the occasional glimpse of dark hair below. At the time, I found it strange that people's faces and buttocks were different colors. Take the eldest sister, for example; her face was dark red, so why was her buttocks so white? A white that was pleasing to the eye.

Years passed, and I gradually developed a peculiar feeling towards everything before me, a peculiar change. If I hadn't cared or paid attention before, now it had become an urgent "desire." Now, as I grew older, I really wanted to take a closer look at the three sisters' breasts, buttocks, and genitals. Now, those three places on girls had a tremendous attraction for me.

As they grew older, they had fewer and fewer opportunities to expose their private parts, and they started avoiding me. The eldest sister no longer asked me to stand guard for her when she defecated. I felt empty, lonely, and helpless. I often secretly glanced at their clothed bodies, at their prominent breasts and buttocks, wondering what their private parts must look like now.

During the day, they no longer defecated or urinated in the courtyard; instead, they went to the toilet in the corner of the courtyard wall, even though it was very dirty and smelly. At night, they always urinated in the dark, never turning on the lights. I could only hear the sounds of them kicking the chamber pot, pulling down their pants, urinating, and pulling up their pants. From those sounds, I could guess whether their buttocks were exposed or covered by their underwear. This guessing in the dark was truly agonizing for me.

Finally, I had another chance to sleep at their house. When I went to urinate at night, I secretly moved the chamber pot to a different spot. Since everyone now went to bed without turning on the lights and habitually kicked the chamber pot in the same spot, I figured if they couldn't kick it in the original spot, they would turn on the lights.

I quietly moved the chamber pot and then pretended to be asleep on the kang (a heated brick bed). Coincidentally, all the sisters needed to pee, and the eldest sister said, "Let's take turns, from oldest to youngest. You can pee after I'm done." By then, the youngest sister had grown up and no longer needed to be helped to pee, nor was she naked anymore.

First, the eldest sister got off the kang. She habitually kicked the chamber pot a few times, but didn't find it, and said, "What happened? Where's the chamber pot? Did a thief steal it?" The youngest sister said, "Who would steal our chamber pot? Just turn on the light and you'll see."

Hearing her words, I was secretly pleased, feeling that my scheme had succeeded. Sure enough, my older sister had turned on the light. I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. She glanced at the bed, but didn't turn off the light. She went to the chamber pot, took off her pants, and squatted on it. I peeked at the floor and noticed that she had put some paper between her underwear. Her pubic hair was quite thick, black and dense, extending from her pubic area to her lower abdomen where it gradually thinned out.

Underneath the dark pubic hair were two deep red labia. Her vulva was shaped like a walnut, nestled between her legs, and it was incredibly beautiful, breathtakingly so. For some reason, my body suddenly felt hot; the sensation was incredibly intense, stronger than I had ever felt before. I really wanted to touch the eldest sister's hairy crotch, and even more so, her smooth belly and beautiful white buttocks.

After the eldest sister got on the kang (heated brick bed), the second sister got off. Her movements were still as slow as ever. First, she took off her back, revealing her round, big buttocks. Then, before she could even squat down, she took off her front as well. Only then did she slowly squat down. I suddenly noticed that she had also grown a few

pubic hairs. Because there weren't many, her pubic area was a light black color. The second sister still had the same habit when urinating. She sat on the chamber pot with her chest resting on her thighs. Because she was wearing a loose tank top with a wide opening, her two large, white breasts were exposed from the top of the tank top. They were white, round, and really beautiful.

After the second sister finished urinating, it was the little sister's turn. The little sister was also wearing shorts and a tank top. I noticed that the little sister had also developed. Her breasts were bulging, and her buttocks were perky. She had a slender figure and a thin waist. The moment she took off her shorts, I noticed that her genitals were still pink and hairless, giving a fresh and tender feeling.

The way she squatted to urinate was so beautiful. Her chest was lifted, her waist sagged, and her buttocks were raised, the curves were clear, the contours were distinct, and the pose was graceful, like an actress performing urination. If I could draw, I would definitely draw this beautiful and moving "Girl Urinating Picture".

After watching the three sisters urinate, I was excited and impulsive, as if I wanted to do something, but I didn't know what kind of feeling it was. It was strange; perhaps it was the restlessness of youth, or perhaps it was the budding of desire.

The three sisters quickly fell asleep, but I still couldn't fall asleep, but I couldn't make a sound either, so I lay there pretending to be asleep.

Even swallowing saliva was done carefully. When the saliva in my mouth went down my throat and made a "gurgling" sound, I hurriedly listened to make sure I hadn't woken anyone up.

At this moment, the images of the three sisters kept appearing in my mind: the eldest sister's fit body, the second sister's large breasts, and the youngest sister's alluring figure. And I couldn't forget their three large private parts. They fascinated me.

Night deepened, all was quiet, and the three sisters were already fast asleep. I also felt a little sleepy. Just as I drifted off to sleep, I suddenly heard a rustling of the bedding, followed by a series of heavy, snoring sounds. What was that sound? I opened my eyes, quietly raised my neck, and peered through the faint moonlight streaming through the gaps in the curtains towards the head of the bed from which the sound was coming.

To my surprise, I saw the eldest sister's father on top of her mother. The most obvious thing was his body on the woman, his buttocks moving up and down with each thrust. I gently lifted my neck to look more closely, and saw that his arms were tightly wrapped around the woman, his mouth panting heavily, making "huff, huff" sounds.

Her mother was moaning softly, "Ah... ah..."

Her father's movements became larger and more intense, eventually reaching a frenzied level. Her mother was also making "ah... ah..." sounds, her voice sounding suppressed, as if she wanted to scream but dared not.

I seemed to hear a "squeak, squeak" sound coming from between their bodies. The sound was like a dog licking rice porridge. The couple had been fussing for a while when her father whispered, "Oh my god! So good!" and lay down on top of her mother, motionless.

After a while, his son rolled off and quickly fell asleep.

Her mother got up to urinate, glanced at the children covering the bed, and then went back to sleep.

I, however, didn't sleep a wink all night. I was listless all morning the next day, but fell asleep quickly at noon.

I didn't wake up until evening. But what kept appearing before my eyes were the private parts of those three sisters, and what echoed in my ears were the "splat, splat" sounds of a dog licking rice porridge during the couple's intense lovemaking in the dead of night.

I felt an impulse, a desire, a desire, but I couldn’t tell exactly what I wanted to do. At this time, I suddenly remembered Gorky’s words: "If you read, you can know everything." Only then did I remember that my family had many books, more than any other rural family. There were all kinds of books. My father secretly hid them in boxes when our family was decentralized.

So I read eagerly, no matter what kind of books I read. Some books were even moldy and smelly, so I was asked to dig them out. From books, I learned about physical geography, social history, love between men and women, sexual life, and everything between men and women.

Because it was the period of the Great Revolution, what was taught in school classes were all Chairman Mao’s quotations, and these contents could not be taught at all. From this, I learned that for both men and women, reaching maturity adds a very important element to life: sex.

But what does real sex feel like? I still don't know. Books say it involves a man inserting his erect penis into a woman's vagina and thrusting back and forth, ejaculating at orgasm. The sperm then combines with an egg inside the woman's body, resulting in a child. However, not every ejaculation leads to pregnancy; it must happen within a specific timeframe. Some men and women have frequent intercourse but never conceive.

This intercourse is sexual intercourse, or, in farmers' slang, "fucking." But what does "fucking" feel like? It must be wonderful. Otherwise, why would men and women need to have sex when they reach a certain age? Otherwise, why would there be rapists? Thinking about this, my penis got hard, and I really wanted to find a vagina to penetrate.

I'm no longer as innocent and lively as before. I often just sit there in a daze, thinking about men and women, thinking about my eldest sister's ass, my second sister's breasts, my youngest sister's alluring figure, and those two hairless labia. What would it feel like to insert my hard penis into their vaginas? Would I ever have that chance? Impossible, am I dreaming? They're not even married yet, how could they let me penetrate them? I heard that women and men can only have sex after they're married...

The next day, my eldest sister called me over to play cards with them again. I happily went to their house and sat on their kang (heated brick bed), but I was always absent-minded, my eyes constantly stealing glances at the eldest sister. I thought she was very beautiful, with a dark reddish-brown face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered up and down like two small brushes, and her pupils were like two glass marbles, dark and shiny, sparkling with youthful light.

The eldest sister had a high nose and a very broad forehead. Her mouth was slightly large, and her lips were slightly thick—that's what they call sexy. I thought of Lu Sifeng from the play "Thunderstorm." The eldest sister's teeth were very white and even. Because most rural women here have yellow teeth, seeing the white teeth of the eldest sister's family made me feel very comfortable.

When my eldest sister smiled, the corners of her mouth curved upwards slightly, making her teeth look even more beautiful. I really wanted to lick her white teeth. As a country girl and the eldest in her family, she often helped the adults with chores, so she was very robust; you could say she was a healthy and fit woman. Her breasts were very full, round and plump, as if they were about to burst out of her clothes. Her buttocks were very firm, unlike the loose buttocks of many women.

My second sister was still as plump and soft as ever. Her breasts were larger than her sister's, her buttocks were also larger, and her belly was slightly protruding, as if her clothes could barely contain her developing body. This reminded me of Yang Guifei.

The little sister was probably the most beautiful girl, tall and slender, with a pink face, a slim waist, and long legs, but her face still had a childlike quality. However, from her bright, darting eyes, you could tell she was a clever little girl. She was a beautiful girl.

Suddenly, the eldest sister said something to me that startled me: "Hurry up and play your card! What are you daydreaming about? Are you stupid?" She laughed after saying that. Her laugh was so beautiful that

I snapped out of it and started playing cards with them again, but I kept playing the wrong card because I kept thinking about things between men and women, fantasizing about what it would be like if I had a one-night stand with all three of them.

Any one of them would make me incredibly happy. The best would be with the eldest sister. Just being able to hug her voluptuous body would be a pleasure.

Since the four of us were playing cards sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed), I pretended to be uncomfortable from sitting cross-legged for too long, so I stretched my legs out and unconsciously touched my toes to my eldest sister's buttocks. Her buttocks were hard and firm, and she didn't seem to react at all, continuing to play cards. It seemed her skin wasn't very sensitive.

I then stretched out my other leg and touched my second sister's buttocks. Her buttocks were fluffy and soft, feeling like a dough ball. My second sister, however, was very sensitive; she laughed and pinched my foot, saying, "You stinky little feet, where are you putting them?"

My younger sister and I were sitting opposite each other, and since we were in a group, my feet and hands couldn't touch her. I could only steal glances at her crotch out of the corner of my eye. She was wearing shorts, and I desperately tried to see the crotch of her shorts, but I couldn't see anything. However, I did have a big surprise: I finally saw her unconsciously scratch her genitals a few times.

The game of cards went on for who knows how long. The adults were all asleep, and my little sister was tired too, clamoring to go to bed. My eldest sister said, "You can sleep here too." I was overjoyed. After she made up my bed, I obediently lay down next to her. I felt a little uneasy. My eyes were fixed on her every move.

Watching her take off her outer clothes and trousers, her breasts became even more prominent. I could vaguely see her nipples.

I also glanced at the legs of her shorts; her thighs were very thick, and the shorts were pulled tightly to her upper thighs, so I couldn't see anything.

After lying down, I suddenly felt that six people sleeping on one large kang (heated brick bed) was already quite crowded. Because my eldest sister's parents were lying in the front, and the two adults took up a lot of space, we children huddled together tightly. My eldest sister was pressed close to me, even turning over was a bit difficult for her.

But I was very happy because I could be so close to her, and even through a thin layer of clothing, I could feel her strong body and well-developed muscles. My eldest sister quickly fell asleep, her breathing even and steady. I secretly placed my hand on her body. Every part of her body was hard—her buttocks, her breasts, her abdomen.

Of course, I didn't dare touch them directly, much less forcefully. I just pretended to change positions while sleeping, casually tossing my hand over to a certain part of her body, letting myself feel the stimulation of a woman's flesh. But I didn't dare move my hand around, afraid she would become suspicious, afraid of waking her.

Because she had done a lot of work during the day, my older sister must have been very tired. She was sleeping soundly and didn't pay any attention to my hand on her body. Perhaps because the nerves in her skin were not naturally very sensitive, she didn't feel much when my hand touched her. I simply became bolder and carefully slipped my hand inside her shorts. When my hand touched my older sister's lower abdomen, my body suddenly felt hot. My breathing quickened.

A feeling of unprecedented bliss spread rapidly throughout my body from my hand, which was touching my older sister's lower abdomen. My body felt like it was being electrocuted, tingling and numb. My sister's lower abdomen was smooth and warm, and with her even breathing, her flat stomach trembled slightly. I was so tense that I could hardly breathe.

My sister was sleeping on her side with her back to me, and I pressed my chest against her back. I could feel that her back was very firm. My hand touched her lower abdomen for a while, felt it for a while, and felt comfortable for a while. My desire grew stronger.

I could no longer be satisfied with just my sister's lower abdomen. I slowly reached my hand towards her genitals, quickly touching the pubic hair below her lower abdomen. But my hand didn't actually reach her vulva; the pubic hair I touched grew above her vulva and below her lower abdomen. My heart was pounding; I felt like I was suffocating.

She was sleeping on her side with her back to me, her two thick thighs crossed. Her legs were very strong and tightly pressed together, her vulva tucked between them. The muscles on her legs were very full, and my hand couldn't penetrate deeply; I didn't dare go any further. I only lingered in that triangular area for a moment.

I thought for a moment, then withdrew my hand and slipped it back into the back of my older sister's underwear to touch her buttocks. The elastic band at the waistband was loose, making it easy for my hand to slip inside and quickly reach her buttocks. When my hand touched the muscles of her buttocks, I was incredibly excited.

My older sister's buttocks were round, smooth, firm, and cool to the touch—they felt amazing. If I could, I would love to kiss her buttocks, I would love to lick them with my tongue, and I wouldn't even flinch if she farted right then and there.

My hand lingered at the hook of her buttocks for a moment, then slowly moved forward along the cleft of her buttocks, the edge of which was slippery and felt incredibly comfortable. Suddenly, I touched her pubic hair. My hand trembled violently, and my whole body shook uncontrollably. I calmed myself down and boldly placed my hand on her pubic hair. It was thick and stiff, like an old man's beard.

I gently parted her pubic hair with my fingers, then slipped my fingers inside, finally touching her soft labia. Those were the labia of the "big sister" I had seen before! My trembling intensified, my reaction became more intense, a surge of heat rushed through my body, and my head spun. I touched her labia with my fingers, fully enjoying the softness, moisture, and warmth of her vulva.

I mustered my courage once more and slipped my finger between my older sister's labia. It felt wet and hot inside, sticky and slippery, tight. The tender flesh there was incredibly delicate and soft. I felt this was a man's home, a paradise a man longed for. If I could insert my penis into my older sister's vagina, I would die happy.

I didn't dare to make any big movements, just enjoying the sensation of my finger inside her. I was already very happy. Even though it was just a finger, not my penis, it was already quite an achievement that my finger could reach my older sister's vagina. What would happen if I put my pee-pee inside? I would die of happiness!

My fingers were inserted into my older sister's vagina, and the pleasurable sensation quickly spread throughout my body. I suddenly realized that my penis had swelled up rapidly. It had become a big penis, as hard as it could possibly be. I touched my older sister's vagina with one hand and my own penis with the other.

I never imagined that my penis would become so big and thick at this moment. I couldn't wait to put it into my older sister's vagina as well. At this moment, I was even more impulsive and bolder. I pulled my hand away from my older sister's vulva and began to boldly and slowly pull down her panties.

I pinched the elastic band of her panties at the waistband and slowly pulled them down. Soon, half of her buttocks were exposed. I then forcefully pulled open the elastic band of her panties, and her butt crack was also partially revealed. My body started to heat up.

At that moment, I desperately wanted to pull her shorts all the way down, to expose both of her buttocks, but no matter what I did, I could only show the upper half of her buttocks. Because she was very sturdy and heavy, the elastic band of her shorts was stuck at her hip bones where the mattress was pressed down, and I couldn't pull it down any further. The lower half of

her buttocks just wouldn't show. Since I couldn't expose her buttocks completely, I had to control the upper part of her buttocks first, and then slowly pull the elastic band down. Although I couldn't pull it down at the hip bones, once the elastic band was stretched, the upper half of her buttocks was exposed. With a little more force, her buttocks were basically fully exposed.

With one hand, I tightly pulled down the elastic band of her shorts, dragging it over her buttocks to expose more of her large, round bottom. With my other hand, I grasped my hard penis and gently inserted it into the deep crevice of her buttocks. My hard, large penis slowly slid in along her buttocks, and my body slowly pressed forward. At that moment, I felt incredibly comfortable all over. It was a feeling of floating on air.

My body and my penis moved forward together, and soon my front was pressed tightly against her back. My lower abdomen was pressed tightly against my older sister's firm buttocks, and the head of my penis slowly pushed against her soft labia through her thick pubic hair.

I was overjoyed, I was so happy. My body trembled violently, pressed tightly against the older sister's back. My hard, erect penis was pressed against her vulva. If I pushed upwards a little more, I could insert my penis into her vagina. How wonderful that wet, warm little hole would be!

My happiness was about to come. I was about to penetrate her. I was happy, excited, thrilled, and so nervous I dared not breathe. I parted her labia with my hands, aimed my glans at the center, and continued to push it in. My glans could already feel the warmth of her vagina. If I just pushed in slowly with a little more force, I would be in heaven. I would be a god.

Suddenly, I felt a surge of heat, like an electric current coursing through my body. A happiness I'd never experienced before, a numbness I'd never felt before, an infinite bliss, an infinite bittersweet feeling, an infinitely pleasurable sensation washed over me. My body convulsed, a convulsion that felt like death, or perhaps a final farewell.

With this sudden, mysterious pleasure, a sticky substance shot from my penis, landing on my older sister's pubic hair and quickly trickling down her buttocks. A wave of panic washed over me; I knew this was ejaculation. I knew I had lost my virginity. I was no longer a virgin.

I had given my first time to my older sister. But she knew nothing of it.

I felt incredibly good. I was so excited that I never thought that a man would feel so comfortable when he ejaculates. It was the most comfortable moment in life. At that moment, I forgot everything. I forgot that my whole family was sent to the countryside, that I was a landlord, and that I was sleeping in someone else’s house. Here, I forgot that the woman next to me was the eldest sister I liked very much...

I touched the eldest sister's vagina with my hand, and it was all covered with my semen. It was sticky, warm, and had a fishy smell. I was panicked, happy, and refreshed, not to mention the comfortable feeling. I also don’t know why men feel so comfortable, feel so good, and forget everything when they ejaculate.

At this time, I thought to myself, if they find out, it’s worth beating me! It would be a good deal for me to go to jail. This is so bold.

I paused for a moment, listening quietly. No one on the kang (heated brick bed) was awake; they were all fast asleep. My penis gradually softened, and I felt it first leave my older sister's labia, then her thick pubic hair, then pass over her hard buttocks, then over the elastic band of her shorts, and then hang down.

I pressed my vest against the center of my older sister's buttocks a few times. I dared not wipe, afraid of waking her. But I couldn't leave this dirty stuff untouched; if my older sister woke up and found this sticky stuff, and she started yelling, I was doomed.

I pressed my vest against my older sister's genitals for a moment; I guess the semen was absorbed onto my vest, since vests back then were all made of cotton. Since it can absorb water, it can absorb semen, right?

My older sister is still sleeping; her sleeping posture is beautiful, sweet, and peaceful. I think it would be wonderful to marry her. Although she's older than me, she's beautiful and capable. I'll bring her back to the city so she can enjoy a comfortable life with me. She's beautiful and hardworking; she can do everything.

I think our future will be good, and I'll treat her well. I'll be a good husband to her… If I could marry her, we could take off our clothes and have sex properly. I would insert my entire penis into her vagina. What would it feel like to be fully inserted? I don't know.

But I believe it would be the most beautiful moment of my life.

I was getting sleepy and wanted to sleep. Just as I drifted off, my older sister moved. She turned over, changed her position, and fell asleep again. I noticed she was lying flat on her back, sleeping with her face up. Listening to her even breathing and watching her large breasts rise and fall, I didn't want to sleep anymore.

Suddenly, a new thought popped into my head: I wanted to touch her breasts. Usually, I only tried to feel and imagine what her breasts looked like through her full chest, but they were never exposed. Even when she urinated at night, I could see her buttocks and genitals, but I never saw her breasts.

At that moment, I pretended to roll over and casually placed my hand on my older sister's chest, right on her breasts. Although I could feel those two firm, round mounds of flesh, there was definitely a layer of cloth between us—a very stiff and thick layer. Back then, rural girls didn't wear bras. Underneath, they wore a very small, tight-fitting garment made of very sturdy fabric, called a "xiayi" in ancient times.

This garment had no buttons; it was a rigid tube that was simply pulled over the head to control breast development and prevent the chest from being too high when dressed. This was a custom of women in ancient China, and also a custom of rural girls at that time. They believed that it was unsightly for a girl to have a pair of large breasts.

I held my hand on the older woman's chest for a while, but the thick, tight-fitting clothes were affecting my sensation. So I moved my hand away and slowly reached up from under the clothes, trying to slip my hand inside to touch her breasts. But I failed; the clothes were really tight, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get my hand in.

After a lot of effort, I could only manage to insert two fingers before I couldn't go any further. Before my fingers even touched her breasts, I was afraid that forcing them in would wake her, so I pulled my two fingers out. I originally intended to just pull my hand back and be done with it.

But as soon as my hand touched her belly, the smooth, delicate feel, the warm, firm sensation, aroused me once again. I slid my hand down her belly, slipping it inside her shorts, touching her lower abdomen, and soon her pubic hair. I even touched her vulva from the front; the flesh there was plump and soft. The feeling was incredibly stimulating.

I lost control again, trembling slightly. I boldly reached my hand over her pubic bone, finding her labia. I used my fingers to part them, slipping my middle finger inside. It felt slippery, soft, and warm. At the same time, I felt strange. Her whole body was firm and hard, so why was the flesh inside her vagina so soft? What puzzled me even more was how soundly my older sister slept, so easily unawakable.

Was she pretending to be asleep so I could touch her?

I knew she had dropped out of school a long time ago. At home, she was bossed around by the adults. Her two parents were always busy with production in the production team, and her two younger sisters were still in school. So, my older sister got up very early every day to cook, feed the pigs, chickens, dogs, and sheep. She didn't have time to sleep at noon, and in the evening, she would play with us for a while.

To be honest, if my older sister didn't play with us, it wouldn't be fun. She was just too tired and overworked. That's why she slept so soundly at night. It seemed that even if I made a bigger move, she wouldn't wake up, and her parents, being even more tired, wouldn't wake up either. So, my desires grew even stronger, and an even bolder idea arose.

I pretended to roll over, pressing one arm and one leg onto her body. She still didn't react, so I pressed my entire body against hers, essentially embracing half of her. Half-embracing her firm body, listening to her even breathing, feeling the rise and fall of her chest and abdomen, I felt incredibly comfortable.

This was the first time in my life I had embraced a woman, and it was the woman I loved most. Even though she was asleep, her body still gave me comfort, happiness, and pleasure. I silently embraced half of her body like that, and I don't know how much time passed, but my desire swelled again. I felt I couldn't be completely satisfied.

I slowly moved my entire body up to her, pressing my whole body against hers, feeling like her father pressing against her mother. My sister's body was amazing; a young man on top of her, and she was still fast asleep. I could feel her breath hitting my face.

Looking at her hazy, beautiful face, at her sensual lips, I really wanted to lean down and kiss her, but I didn't dare, afraid of waking her. So I focused my feelings on my body; my chest pressed against her breasts, my stomach against her stomach, my thighs against her thighs. I gently pressed myself against my sister, carefully savoring the sensation of the woman's flesh beneath me.

What does it feel like to have a young man pinning a young woman down, a young man on top of a young woman? It feels amazing, blissful, and thrilling. I tentatively lifted my buttocks, aiming my hard penis at her vulva. I really wanted to imitate her father and thrust it in hard, just like she did with her mother.

That should be the greatest happiness in life, but that happiness is still far away from me, because my older sister's legs were tightly closed, and she was wearing shorts. I knew that there was no way to pull those shorts down. Even if I could pull open a triangle around her abdomen, I couldn't pull them down below her buttocks; her buttocks would trap her shorts. But having come this far, I didn't want to get off the older sister.

I quietly pulled my shorts down to my buttocks, fully exposing my hard member. Then, with one hand, I pulled down the elastic waistband of her shorts. Although the lower part was stuck on her buttocks and couldn't be pulled down further, preventing her buttocks from being exposed,

I still managed to pull the elastic waistband down to her genitals, stretching it into a large triangle shape. Her lower abdomen and genitals were finally fully exposed. I slowly pressed down on her, gently trying to insert my hard penis into her vagina. I knew I couldn't go in because her legs were tightly closed,

and I couldn't use too much force. I felt like I only reached the outside of her labia, probably pushing them back in. I could feel a few pubic hairs blocking my glans, like a net over her vaginal mask, preventing me from inserting further. I had no choice but to lower my penis, placing the head down against her genitals.

I lay on top of her, my penis against her genitals, my arms wrapped around her body, my mouth very close to hers. I was completely enjoying her body.

The elastic band of her shorts started to tighten from below her vulva, stopping at the base of my penis. Because my penis was still pressed against her labia, I couldn't penetrate her, but I couldn't loosen it either. The elastic band of her shorts constricted the base of my penis, making it very uncomfortable,

but compared to the pleasurable sensation throughout my body, it was insignificant. For a young man, it was the first time in his life that he was on top of a young woman, holding her tightly, and pressing his penis against her vaginal opening—that was enough. I was satisfied.

My chest pressed against her breasts, my lower abdomen against hers, my pubic hair against hers, and my penis against her crotch. Although it wasn't inside her vagina, it was already making me feel incredibly good.

I thought that if she could spread her legs and open her vagina, I would thrust all the way in, then pull out and thrust back in. If my hips could move up and down, and I could thrust my penis in and out of her body a few times, I would be the happiest person in the world.

My mouth was getting closer and closer to hers. I could feel the softness and warmth of her lips. In a moment of lust, I kissed her. That kiss sent a shiver through my body, a spasm, and I ejaculated a bunch of sticky semen.

I held the eldest sister tightly, enjoying myself to the fullest. At that moment, I really couldn't describe the feeling. It reminded me of a folk song sung by a rural artist: "Heavenly card, earthly card, I don't love them, I just hold that human card in my arms, my whole body goes numb, my joints open, and my juices flow out..."

I slowly moved my body off the eldest sister's body, pulled my already limp thing back from between her legs, and felt the elastic band of her shorts bounce back from her genitals to her stomach.

It's likely that I pulled it too tight for too long, causing it to lose its original elasticity, so it didn't retract back to my older sister's waist. A lot of her large belly was still sticking out, along with her beautiful navel…

Lying next to her, I felt myself sweating. I kept wondering what state my older sister was in at that moment. Was she really sleeping soundly and pretending to be asleep, or was she deliberately enjoying herself? Or was she giving me face to avoid embarrassing me? Who knows, maybe tomorrow she'll find a chance when no one's around to scold me, or even beat me up.

II.

In the morning, I was awakened by a series of "creak, creak" sounds. I opened my eyes and looked down at the floor; it was my older sister who had gotten up early. She opened the cabinet, pulled out a pair of shorts, quickly took off her own shorts, and then quickly put on the new ones.

In that instant of taking off and putting on her shorts, I saw the boss's completely exposed genitals. Her genitals were beautiful, especially the area where her thighs met her buttocks—exquisitely beautiful, exquisitely crafted. Her pubic hair was neatly arranged, and the shape of her labia was like a blooming flower, alluring and captivating.

As she forcefully pulled the shorts on, I suddenly remembered the last time I ejaculated on her last night. Afterwards, I fell asleep; how could I have forgotten to wipe her clean? My semen must have soiled her shorts. That's why she got up early to change. Oh no, this is bad.

Will she scold me? Will she hit me? Will she tell my parents? Will she never speak to me again? If I lose my older sister because of this one act of recklessness, then I've lost so much. I've lost everything. I don't dare think about it anymore. I just secretly watched her

older sister change her shorts, turn around to leave the counter, then hesitate for a moment and reopen the counter.

She found another tight-fitting bodysuit in the cabinet. She forcefully pulled it over her head; it was really tight, and it took her a lot of effort to get it off.

The moment she removed the bodysuit, her two enormous breasts sprang out from under the small garment. So big, so white, so beautiful! Like two white mountain peaks, like two steaming hot buns, or like two exquisitely crafted white porcelain bowls turned upside down on her chest. She reminded me of a grand nautilus in a Western oil painting…

Seeing her breasts, I was stunned. How could those breasts be even more beautiful than her buttocks? They possessed a unique beauty, a true treasure. I thought, there couldn't be anything more beautiful in the world. It was then that I realized the most beautiful parts of a woman's body are her breasts, followed by her buttocks. That beauty is boundless, possessing eternal allure, forever attracting men's gaze and forever igniting their desires.

Perhaps it is because of a woman's full breasts and rounded buttocks that a man's life is filled with sunshine. Perhaps it is because of a woman's full breasts and rounded buttocks that men go to work, toil, and strive for official positions and wealth. Whether it's official position or wealth, isn't it all for women?

I am not an official, nor have I become wealthy, but now, just seeing a woman's body, seeing a woman's breasts and those beautiful buttocks, is enough for me.

Only now do I realize that compared to a woman's breasts and buttocks, her most hidden genitals are actually quite ugly, like an old man's withered mouth, wrinkled and covered in black hair. Yet, how did that become a man's ultimate goal? A woman's body is beautiful; a man should be satisfied just to hold her. Why must he insert his thing into that filthy hole to achieve his goal?

Why do men insist on sending their own things there? I can't explain it, but I know my goal hasn't been achieved yet. I also want to experience it myself.

For several days, I felt like I had committed a terrible crime. I didn't dare look my older sister in the eye, only secretly observing her. She acted as if nothing had happened, still energetically combing her hair, washing her face, feeding the pigs, and sweeping the yard. Her fit body bustled about inside and outside the yard…

I thought it must be a coincidence. Maybe she really just wanted to change her underwear that day, maybe it wasn't because I had dirtied her clothes.

But one day, as we passed each other in the kitchen hallway, she gave me a reproachful look, then turned and walked away. I was incredibly flustered and couldn't sleep well for several days. I racked my brains, trying to decipher her gaze.

One day, when we were alone together, she suddenly said, "One night I had a dream that our big yellow dog was on top of me, pressing down on me so I couldn't breathe. I wanted to push it off, but there were good things about it that I couldn't bear to part with it; I love our dog..."

Hearing her words, I felt my face flush, my whole body burn, and my heart pound. I didn't know if she was really dreaming or if she was hinting at something. But what kind of hint was it? Was it telling me to continue, or to stop? I pondered this deeply, unable to extricate myself.

During this period, the national situation changed; Deng Xiaoping returned to power. Various undertakings experienced a resurgence. News also came to Dad from the county town, saying that his work unit was still recruiting talent and wanted to transfer them back to the county town. Dad and Mom were so happy they didn't sleep for days. I wasn't happy. I didn't want to go back to the city, I didn't want to leave my older sister and the others, and more importantly , my goal hadn't been achieved yet.

A few days later, Dad and Mom's mood suddenly cooled down again. Dad said to me: "Now they've started cracking down on the right-wing reversal of verdicts, and Deng Xiaoping has stepped down again." But this gave me hope, like spring approaching and the cold air alternating. Your mother and I will have to go back to the city sooner or later, but we can't take you with us because you're already eighteen. According to the current policy, children of those sent to the countryside who are over eighteen cannot return to the city with their parents.

But you can't live in this remote place forever. You have to study hard, find a chance to go to university, and then you can be assigned back to the city. I heard that the college entrance exam is about to be reinstated. I believe you have hope.

Dad made a study plan for me and told me to start reviewing for the college entrance exam.

But my mind is always on my older sister, thinking about her breasts, her buttocks, her genitals, her beautiful body. I can't concentrate on anything. Math has fallen apart, and physics and chemistry are also neglected. Only literature is somewhat acceptable, because I enjoy writing diaries, poems,

and essays. However, I haven't memorized much of the Tang and Song poetry. Lines like "Thunderous drums and trumpets sound by the riverbank, after crossing a hundred beaches, the road ends in despair..." are truly meaningless and dry. On the other hand, a few colorful ancient poems captivated me, and I memorized them after just one reading. This is

from Guo Moruo's "Tiger Tally": "

I compare your loving mouth

to a wine cup,

an inexhaustible wine that intoxicates me;

I compare your two nipples to two grave mounds, where I wish to be buried deep, never to raise my head again..." "

Waiting for me in the mulberry grove,

inviting me to the palace (to have sex with her)..."

In the blink of an eye, everything in the book became blurred. Then, my older sister's voluptuous figure appeared before my eyes. She smiled and waved at me. She squatted down to urinate, revealing her buttocks. She took off her tight clothes, revealing her breasts. I really couldn't imitate her anymore. I can't forget my older sister.

That day, Li, the carpenter from our village, brought a young man to my older sister, saying he was a potential match for her, so they could meet and see how he looked. The young man was in his early twenties, not very tall, and a little hunchbacked, but he was quite handsome, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a straight nose, and a square mouth. He spoke in a strong, clear voice.

Li, the carpenter, said he was a militia company commander from another town, and his parents were both Party members, with a very promising political future. The young man was very satisfied with my older sister in many ways. He had agreed, but as he was leaving, he suddenly asked the older woman, "What's your family's class background?"

Without hesitation, she replied, "My family is from a landlord family."

The young man was stunned. He asked Carpenter Li, "Why didn't you tell me about her family background?"

Carpenter Li said, "I'm a carpenter, all I know is carpentry. When I saw wood, I look at the black lines drawn on it. I never consider class lines. I never care about background when I look at people; I just want someone who makes me feel comfortable. When I was working for you, your father told me to find you a partner. He said as long as she's pretty, capable, tall, and a good girl, that's fine. He didn't mention class background at all. Besides, where would I find one?" "So, a girl with general education?"

the young man asked. "Does that even need to be said? In today's society, under the current circumstances, when looking for a partner, political conditions must be the top priority. You're just like that: head down, sawing, never looking up to see where you're going."

After seeing the young man off, Carpenter Li returned and said to everyone, "Look at him, what kind of jerk is he, showing off like a fool? It's alright, I'll introduce you to someone who doesn't care about class background. This time I'll definitely ask carefully. As long as he doesn't mind that you're from a landlord family, that's fine. Anyway, I've been doing carpentry work outside since I was an adult, I've met plenty of young men."

Sure enough, not long after, Carpenter Li brought another young man to the older sister, saying it was this one... The young man's family lived in a commune outside the village. They were well-off; his father was the brigade secretary, and he himself was the village's barefoot doctor. Although his father was a Party member, he simply treated patients and didn't care about class background.

The man said he was 25, but he looked at least 30. He was short, slightly hunchbacked, his face covered in acne and freckles, his eyes were small, his eyebrows sparse, his mouth slightly crooked, his teeth yellow, he stuttered, and had terrible bad breath. My older sister looked at him, then at me. Her face remained expressionless, and she didn't say a word.

I compared myself to the young man in the mirror on the north wall of my sister's house, and for the first time, I realized… I was already a handsome young man. At that time, a movie called "The Scout" was showing in the village, and everyone said I looked like the movie star Wang Xingang. That's when I realized I was already a very handsome young man. At that moment, I deliberately straightened my posture, puffed out my chest, and stood next to that young man.

I secretly looked at my older sister. She looked at me, then at the young man, and then lowered her head. Her thick eyelashes covered half of her eyes.

The carpenter said to my older sister's parents, "Your eldest daughter is over twenty, it's time to settle her down. I know your daughter is prettier than my distant nephew, but you also have to think about it, in this day and age, whose family..." "How dare a poor peasant's son marry the children of you landlords? Wouldn't that be asking for trouble?

Last time I introduced you to that militia company commander, didn't he quit because he thought your backgrounds were bad and would affect their political future? Besides, if you marry someone from a bad background, your children will still be classified as landlords. Your descendants will never be able to change their fate. You must find someone from a good background; you have to think about the next generation. This red regime cannot be changed, it never will!"

Hearing this, I was shocked, extremely angry, and extremely saddened, because I also came from a landlord family. What kind of wife could I possibly find? I like my elder sister... I liked my second sister, and even more so my youngest sister, but it seemed none of them could be my wives. According to Carpenter Li, no girl would want to marry a landlord's son;

it looked like all three of them would have to marry poor peasants, even if they were blind, lame, deaf, foolish, or insane… To paraphrase Lu Xun, I was “out of rage.”

My eldest sister’s parents were watching her. Her gaze was fixed on the Mao Zedong quote on the mirror: “We vow to carry the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution through to the end…”

Suddenly, she said, “Okay, I agree.” She turned her face away, as if she were crying. I left my eldest sister’s room, heavy-hearted and dejected.

For several days, I didn't go to their room or speak to my eldest sister. She seemed to be in a bad mood too; we often just passed each other without saying a word. She just stared intently at her work with her big, dark eyes.

My parents had gone to the city on business and wouldn't be back for several days. One evening, I was reading alone in my room when the door opened and my eldest sister came in, saying, "Come on in and have some fun. My parents went to the outer commune. They won't be back today."

I quickly asked, "Did they go to that barefoot doctor's house? Did they go to your boyfriend's house to discuss your marriage with his parents?"

My older sister nodded expressionlessly: "Yes, I'm getting married soon. I'm leaving soon.

" I said dejectedly, "Then let's talk at my place for a while..."

My older sister said, "No, it's already late. I have two younger sisters in the house. I'll be scared if they leave. Let's go play in our room instead. If I get married and leave, we won't have a chance to play anymore."

I had no choice but to go over.

The four of us played cards together. The game was quite boring. My older sister was always thinking about things. My eyes were fixed on my older sister, and my younger sister's eyes were fixed on me. I noticed that my younger sister's eyes weren't as big as my older sister's, but they were very bright and beautiful. If my older sister's eyes were "bright and sparkling," then my younger sister's eyes were "charming." Her squinting eyelids were captivating.

The younger sister had thin, long eyebrows and a rosy face; she didn't look like a villager at all, but more like an actress. She noticed me looking at her, gave me a playful glance, and then laughed, revealing two dimples. The second sister, seeing us looking at each other in the light, chuckled and said, "It's a pity we're all landlord's sons. Otherwise, you could choose one of us as a wife."

The younger sister said, "Brother, choose me! I'm the prettiest, but none of the young men in our village are as handsome as you. I don't want to end up like my eldest sister, marrying an ugly duckling. I want a handsome young man like you. I don't care if you're a landlord or not; I'm a landlord too. We two landlords can marry and have another landlord's son!"

Her words made everyone laugh.

Everyone laughed heartily, temporarily forgetting the pressure of the political environment. I picked up where my younger sister left off, saying, "Then you'll be a landlady someday!"

After a few jokes, my older sister cheered up, and we finally had a few fun games. Night deepened, everyone quieted down, even the village dogs stopped barking. My second sister was already incredibly sleepy. My younger sister also started clamoring to go to sleep, so my older sister tucked me in. She looked at me with her beautiful eyes and said, "You sleep here too. Maybe you won't have this chance again."

I nodded happily, and my eyes met my older sister's. Her eyes were large, dark, and bright. The moment our eyes met, I felt a surge of heat throughout my body.

I noticed my older sister's face flushed slightly. Her eyes held a wealth of emotions. I had a premonition of happiness.

I lay down next to my eldest sister, as was my habit. With the two adults not home, the kang (heated brick bed) should be quite spacious, but my sister still leaned very close to me. She lay quietly beside me, her beautiful eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Looking at her face, listening to her even breathing, and watching her full breasts rise and fall, I didn't know what to say.

My second sister and youngest sister quickly fell asleep, snoring softly. Knowing the answer already, I asked my eldest sister, "Are you asleep?"

She said, "No. I can't sleep. "

I said, "Are you thinking about marriage ?"

She said, "It's best if we don't talk about that right now."

I said, "Then let's play a riddle. I'll tell you a riddle and you guess it." "

My older sister said, 'Then tell me.'

I felt a surge of nervousness and told her the first riddle: 'Hair on top, hair on the bottom, and a black grape inside.'

My older sister said, 'I know what it is, but I won't say, it's not nice to hear.'

I said, 'It's the middle of the night, there's no one else around, just the two of us, what are we afraid of? Tell me.'

My older sister said, 'Then I'll tell you, it must be something under a man's or woman's body, look at what you said, hair on top, hair on the bottom, and a…'"

I laughed and said, "You guessed wrong, big sister. The answer to this riddle is 'eyes.'"

For the first time, my big sister playfully hit me like a child: "You're so naughty! Say another one, let me guess."

I said again, "One head long hair, one head bald, pull it in and white fluid oozes out."

My big sister said, "I guess it's still about men and women, but I'm afraid you're playing a trick on me. I don't dare say."

I quickly said, "Tell me your interpretation first. Anyway, there's no one else here, I won't tell anyone. The adults aren't home, and they're both asleep. Now it's just the two of us in our own world." "It's time to relax a bit. Go ahead and say it. I promise I won't laugh at you. I think we've crossed all boundaries.

We can say anything that's taboo in the world now. This is a godsend, don't you think, sister?"

The older sister said, "Yes, I also cherish this free time we have now, so I dare to say anything.

I understand the riddle you mentioned—it's about a woman and a man having sex. The long hair on one end and the bald end is the man's thing; when it's inserted and pulled, white fluid comes out—that's what happens during that kind of thing."

I had intended to tell my older sister the answer, but after hearing what she said, I didn't want to give her the real answer anymore. I went along with it and asked, "Where did you see that? Did you have something with another man?"

My older sister quickly said, "What are you thinking? I've never done that kind of thing. When I was little, I was the first child, and my parents always held me while I slept. When they did 'that,' they were afraid of touching me, so they pushed me aside, waking me up several times. I secretly watched them do it.

I remember it was early morning, just as dawn was breaking. They were about to do it, so they pushed me into the kang (heated brick bed), and I slept at their feet. Suddenly, something kicked me a few times..." I opened my eyes and saw Dad on top of Mom. Dad had inserted that thing inside Mom's body…

My older sister suddenly covered her face and stopped talking. I quickly shook her arm and said, “Keep going, sister! I want to hear it, I really want to hear it! Just tell me boldly! Anyway, men and women are all the same. We all came from our parents. Without those things, we wouldn't exist. It's a secret, so just tell me. Men and women, intertwined, everyone in the world knows that.”

My older sister continued, “Then my dad's buttocks were moving up and down, and that thing under him was inside Mom's body…” After a while, Dad lay on top of Mom, holding her tightly and not moving. I noticed his whole body was convulsing, while Mom's body was quite straight, even her legs were upright.

After a long time, Dad got off Mom. He pulled out, and then a lot of white stuff flowed out of Mom's body. I thought it must be something like: "One end long hair, one end bald, inserted and pulled, white oars emerge." After she finished speaking, she seemed embarrassed and put one arm and one leg on me, half-hugging me, and pressed her face close to mine. I felt her face was very hot.

My heart pounded, and I had a premonition, as if it was time for me to achieve my goal. I boldly put my hand... I gently stroked her stomach, and she didn't object. My hand slowly moved to her breasts, gently kneading them, and she didn't resist.

The older sister was enjoying herself with her eyes closed. Suddenly, I remembered something and said, "Sister, I remember you rode a horse."

She said, "Yes, some boys looked down on us girls, so I rode one and raced them, and I won."

I said to her, "Weren't you afraid of chafing your buttocks?"

She said, "I didn't feel it at the time, but when I got back, I found I was bleeding."

I quickly asked, "Was your buttocks chafed and bleeding?"

She said, "No, it was in the front."

I said, "Your hymen must be broken."

She nodded and said, "How do you know everything?"

I said, "I'm an adult now. I'm not a child anymore." As I spoke, I placed my hand on the eldest sister's genitals. She shuddered and pressed my hand down tightly with both hands. Even through the fabric of her underwear, I could feel the fluffiness of her pubic hair and the softness of her labia. I was overjoyed.

I was getting closer to my ultimate goal...

I boldly said, "Elder sister, let me give you another riddle."

She said, "Go ahead, anything is fine."

I mustered my courage and said, "Man on top of man, flesh within flesh, a pull and a movement, endless pleasure."

The eldest sister pressed my hand even tighter against her genitals with both hands. She said excitedly, "You don't need to explain, I know everything." As she spoke, she suddenly hugged me tightly, and my whole body felt like it was on fire. I hugged her tightly back, and my penis pressed against the big sister's thigh.

The eldest sister said, "Let me tell you a true story: One night, Dad and Mom were doing things, and Mom suddenly couldn't control herself and screamed, waking up the three of us sisters.

I knew what was happening, so I pretended to be asleep. My second sister opened her eyes and saw Dad on top of Mom, his buttocks moving constantly, forcefully slamming against his crotch. My second sister cried and hit Dad, saying, 'Get off! Get off! You'll hurt Mom if you keep pressing down like this!'

My second sister didn't know that Dad shouldn't get off at that crucial moment. I've heard that if a man gets off at that crucial moment, he'll die. I don't know if it's true or not, but my second sister didn't understand these things and kept pushing Dad down.

At this time, the youngest sister also woke up. She lay on top of Dad and Mom..." Looking between the two women, Mom quickly said, "Second Sister, don't push her down! You can't push her down! There's a fleshy rod inside Mom's belly!"

Hearing my eldest sister's story, I felt a surge of heat and hugged her tightly. Her full breasts pressed against my chest. I boldly reached into her shorts and touched her breasts directly. My older sister tightly clamped my hand between her thighs, preventing me from pulling it out. Her thighs were incredibly strong.

Her large hand also touched my penis. My voice trembled as I said, "Sister, just touch me. I really love it when you touch me. This is something I've longed for for so long. You touch me, and I'll touch you." We caressed each other like that, the feeling of bliss was indescribable.

My older sister started stroking my penis with her hand, and I inserted my fingers into her vagina, probing and moving them.

My voice trembled as I said, "Sister, let me tell you a story." "

While stroking my penis, my older sister panted, 'Tell me, tell me anything. This is our world now, just the two of us. We should enjoy ourselves. The surrounding environment is putting too much pressure on me. Tonight, let's both relax and have some happiness...'

My voice trembled as I began to tell my older sister a story. I said, 'In ancient times, there was a remote mountain valley where an old man and his daughter lived. This daughter was over twenty years old and still unmarried, so naturally, it was very itchy here...'"

(My finger moved slightly inside the older woman's vagina.)

I continued my narration: The girl was in the throes of youth, with strong desires, but she couldn't find a man. She often masturbated.

One day, a scholar on his way to the capital for the imperial examinations passed through this area and asked to stay at their house.

The old man and his daughter readily agreed. The girl was overjoyed. However, that evening, a band of musicians arrived. By the time they passed through, it was completely dark. They also wanted to stay at the old man's house. The girl didn't want them to stay, but the old man was kind-hearted. He said, "Our small kang (heated brick bed) can only sleep three people. Now, with this scholar on his way to the examinations, it's already full.

If you don't mind, you can sleep in the outer room in the kitchen." "Let's pile them up," said the lama craftsman. "Alright, one of us musicians is always out working, we can sleep anywhere. Just don't let us sleep in the courtyard." So everyone lay down to rest. The music band fell asleep. The old man fell asleep too.

On the small kang (heated brick bed), the three lay side by side. The old man slept in the middle, the scholar and the girl on either side. The girl tossed and turned, unable to sleep, staring at the scholar. She found him very handsome, and naturally, she felt a stirring in her heart.

But the scholar didn't sleep, nor did he look at the girl; he just lit the oil lamp and read. The girl said, "Go to sleep, you have to hurry on your way this morning

." The scholar said, "No rush. I'll read for a little while longer.

" The girl said again, "Go to sleep." Seeing that he was disturbing everyone's rest,

the scholar said, "It's alright, everyone's asleep anyway. Let me watch for a little longer."

The girl said again, "Go to sleep, you're wasting oil by leaving the lamp like that."

The scholar said, "It's nothing, I'll give you some silver when I leave tomorrow."

The girl said, "I've realized how silly you are, you don't understand girls at all..."

Hearing this, the scholar seemed to understand something and quickly blew out the lamp. The girl hurriedly took off her clothes, then crawled naked out of her bed, stepped over the old man in the middle, lifted the scholar's blanket, and crawled inside.

The scholar finally understood what was happening, and he quickly hugged the girl's naked body tightly. The girl hugged the scholar tightly, then kicked down his trousers with her feet. The scholar quickly stripped off his own clothes. The two naked people embraced again, kissing each other.

The girl's slippery body writhed like a snake in the scholar's arms, and his penis quickly hardened, repeatedly pressing against the girl's stomach.

The girl reached out and touched the scholar's hard penis, asking, "What is this?"

The scholar replied, "This is called 'Zhuangyuan' (状元, meaning 'top scholar's residence')."

The girl grabbed the scholar's hand and placed it on her genitals. The scholar touched the girl's genitals and asked, "What is this place?"

The girl hurriedly replied, "This place is the 'Zhuangyuan Mansion'."

The scholar said, "Since this is the residence of a top scholar, then the top scholar should be allowed to stay here."

The girl said, "Then please invite the top scholar into the residence." The girl lay flat on the kang (a heated brick bed), her legs spread apart, her breasts heaving as she looked at the scholar. The scholar rolled over and straddled her, taking his hard "top scholar's penis" and thrusting it into the girl's "scholar's residence" with a whoosh. The girl cried out and tightly embraced the top scholar's buttocks,

the two pressed tightly together. The scholar began to thrust violently into the girl, making her moan incessantly. With each thrust, he said, "The top scholar has entered the residence, the top scholar has entered the residence. Look, it's all in, it's all in. It's inside." As they went all the way in,

the girl said, "Come on, come in, all of you come in! Welcome the top scholar to the mansion! Ah... Hurry, hurry, push, push harder to get in, so those two lackeys can come in too..."

The scholar said, "Here I am. Here I am. I'm in. I'm in... in. All the way in. The top scholar has entered the mansion. It feels so good..."

Their movements became faster and more vigorous, making the small kang (heated brick bed) clang loudly. Finally, the two of them simply embraced each other and shouted loudly: "Ah... Ah... The top scholar has entered the mansion! Ah... Ah... Hurry, the top scholar has entered the mansion! The top scholar has entered the mansion! Ah, ah, in!"

Just then, the musicians sleeping on the pile of firewood had a dream. Hearing that the top scholar had entered the mansion, they took out their trumpets and started playing. The gongs and drums also started beating. They kept shouting, "The top scholar has entered the mansion! Play music to welcome him! The top scholar has entered the mansion! Play music to welcome him!"

Their shouts woke the old man. He asked groggily, "What's going on? What's going on? What top scholar has entered the mansion?"

Upon hearing this, the scholar hurriedly pulled his penis out of the girl's body, rolled over, and quickly closed his eyes, pretending to snore. The girl hurriedly crawled out of the scholar's bed, got up, stepped over the old man, and returned to her own bed. Just as she took a step, the sticky substance flowed out of her body and fell onto the old man's face.

The old man touched it and said, "What is this stuff? It's all sticky and got all over my face." As he wiped it off, he heard the sounds of suona horns, gongs, and shouts of "The top scholar has entered the mansion!" He thought for a moment, "Ah, that's right, the top scholar has entered the mansion, notices are posted at all four gates, how did he end up with this sticky stuff on my face?"

Hearing this, the older sister hugged me even tighter, her whole body trembling. She kissed me passionately, and I kissed her passionately too. Her vulva slid in my hand, and my penis slid in hers. As she stroked my penis, she asked me breathlessly, "What is this thing? It's so hard!"

I replied in a trembling voice, "This is, it's, it's the top scholar." After saying this, I kept moving my fingers inside her vagina. She was already very wet there, and fluid was flowing out. I hurriedly asked her, "Sister, where is this place?"

Her voice trembled, and she mumbled, "This is also the residence of a top scholar."

I quickly said, "Can I, the top scholar, come in?"

She said, "Sure, come in quickly. I've been waiting for a long time. Hurry, hurry, let the top scholar in!"

She quickly straightened her body, spread her shapely legs, and forcefully pulled off her tight-fitting clothes. Her breasts, those beautiful breasts, were suddenly revealed before me

. She stared at me with wide eyes. Her chest rose and fell. Her beautiful, round breasts trembled up and down.

I quickly pressed myself against her, hugging her tightly. I was now lying on her naked body.

My happiness was indescribable. My chest was pressed tightly against her full, large breasts, my lower abdomen pressed firmly against hers, and my penis was thrusting hard against her labia. I kissed her desperately, and she kissed me desperately. Her buttocks thrust upwards again and again, and my penis thrust downwards again and again. I caressed her beautiful breasts with my hands... Suddenly,

I used both hands to support my upper body, temporarily lifting my chest away from her beautiful breasts. My buttocks also rose, and my penis was positioned above her vulva, waiting like a sausage hanging in mid-air, waiting for a mouth below to devour it.

The older sister hurriedly spread her legs and used her hands to pry open her labia. Her vaginal opening was like a bright red mouth, completely open in front of my glans. I shifted my body, adjusted the angle, and slowly placed my glans on her vaginal opening.

She hurriedly said, "Hurry, put it in, put it in!"

I suddenly lowered my buttocks and thrust my waist forward. My penis slid all the way into the older sister's vagina with a "whoosh." I felt that her vagina was warm, slippery, sticky, and tight. The muscles inside her vagina contracted in waves, tightly gripping my penis.

It felt an unprecedented pleasure, an unprecedented happiness, an unprecedented joy. I bent down and hugged my older sister's naked body tightly. The feeling of embracing such a beautiful girl was unparalleled happiness.

The night was dark, society was oppressive, and the situation was severe. Yet, in these extraordinary years, in these difficult circumstances, heaven bestowed upon us a wonderful opportunity. My older sister and I, two hearts blooming amidst hardship, finally blossomed.

My older sister held my buttocks tightly, allowing my penis to penetrate even deeper. I kissed her lips, my chest rubbed against her breasts, my lower abdomen pressed against hers, and my penis thrust into her vagina with all its might, all the way in. I kept pushing, all the way in. She kept arching upwards. It was as if this was a passion that had been suppressed for so long by the hardships of life.

At that moment, we were both crazy. We both lost control. We felt like we were in heaven.

We were in paradise.

My pubic bone was pressed against the eldest sister's pubic bone, and our pubic hair was intertwined. The eldest sister's vaginal muscles were soft and tightly wrapped around my penis.

She hugged me tightly, and I hugged her tightly. The eldest sister put her tongue into my mouth, and I sucked on her tongue hard. It tasted very sweet. I swallowed all her saliva. Our mouths were to each other, chests to chests, bellies to bellies, pubic hair to pubic hair, and legs to legs. My hard thing was wrapped tightly in her body. We were completely one, inseparable.

She clung to me desperately, and I held her tightly. I wanted to thrust a few times, to let her experience the pleasure of being a man. I wanted her to experience the greatest joy in life. But then, my body shuddered and convulsed; my semen erupted like magma, like a flood bursting its banks, shooting irresistibly into her body.

I convulsed on top of her for a long time, and she held me even tighter.

I felt like I was being melted by fire. I seemed to melt into her embrace. I felt I had reached the highest realm of life, with no regrets. I had no other desires. This was the pinnacle of life.

After a moment, I calmed down and hurriedly asked the older sister, "Does it hurt?" The older sister said, "No, it doesn't hurt at all. I feel very comfortable, really. This is the most comfortable I've ever felt before. It's just that it was too short." As she spoke, she hugged my buttocks tightly again, making me push my penis hard into her body.

I originally wanted to pull out and lie down to rest, but my older sister held me tightly and wouldn't let go, so I continued to press myself against her. My penis was still inside her, not pulled out.

My older sister hugged me, kissed me, and said indistinctly, "Good brother, you've brought me happiness, really, it feels so good, what kind of feeling is this, I can't describe it, it's really so wonderful. It feels so good, can we do it again? Good brother, give your sister one more time. I need it, I really need it. I can't easily give my body to that ugly man..."

I knew I had already ejaculated, but I found that my penis was strange. Even though I had already ejaculated, it couldn't fight anymore, it was already soft. The size hadn't changed much; that is, even after I ejaculated and it went soft, it was still the same length and thickness. Since my older sister still wanted it, I should satisfy her even if I lost my passion.

I said to her, "Okay, let's do it again." I tried to move my hips up and down on her body, trying to make my penis go in and out of her vagina. I thought this would make her feel better. Because of her well-developed muscles between her legs, her vaginal muscles contracted very strongly. As soon as I lifted my hips, my penis "whooshed" out of her body, and her body twitched.

At the same time, she let out a "ouch."

I asked the older woman, "What's wrong?" She said, "The moment you pulled out, I felt so good. It felt so good!"

I quickly said, "Then I'll make you feel good again." I aimed my penis at her and tried to insert it, but I couldn't get it in no matter what I did; I almost bent it.

The older sister laughed and said, "I'd better open my legs. If I keep them closed, even a rapist probably won't be able to do anything."

The older sister opened her legs and even spread her labia. Her big eyes burned with passion and boundless tenderness, like a longing, like a fire burning within her. It was the pent-up sexual desire of a beautiful country girl that had been suppressed for many years. For the sake of the older sister, I had no choice but to slowly insert my soft thing little by little with my hand. It was soft and weak, but finally, it was all inside the older sister's big vagina.

To please my older sister, I continued thrusting in and out, but it slipped out several times, and she had to use her hand to push it back in. She said, "Don't pull it out anymore, just leave it here. I'm enjoying it too." She gripped my penis tightly, her body writhing, enjoying my soft penis.

Then she began to moan softly, her body continuing to writhe, her chest rising and falling. Her moans were so beautiful, so alluring, so intoxicating.

I kissed her lips, embraced her shoulders, rubbed my chest against her breasts, and pressed my inner thighs tightly against her full inner thighs. Looking at her beautiful face, a feeling of blissful joy welled up inside me. Slowly, I felt my blood heat up again, my desire returned, and my penis gradually hardened, soon returning to its initial hardness.

This time, I should make my older sister feel good. I propped myself up with my arms, creating space between us. I slowly pulled my penis out of her vagina, then suddenly thrust it in hard again. My sister cried out, "Ah!" I quickly asked, "Does it hurt?"

She said, "No, it feels good." So good.

I slowly pulled my penis out, then suddenly thrust it in hard again, repeating this over and over. My sister arched her back, responding to my moans.

I knew she was feeling incredibly good. I also felt like a real man now. I thrust into my older sister with all my might, feeling my penis grow harder and stronger. Seeing her blissful expression, I knew she was ecstatic. I increased my speed and force, making her body slam into me with loud "squelch, squelch."

Her body was straight, her breasts erect, her legs and feet tense.

Seeing her tense her feet to cooperate with my thrusts reminded me of the foot-binding tradition of ancient women.

I'd heard that women bound their feet to make it more pleasurable for men. I'd heard that after foot-binding, the muscles in the feet, thighs, and even the muscles around the vagina would tighten.

So, when a man's penis entered, both man and woman felt great.

Now I see my older sister has her legs stretched out too. I know her vaginal muscles must be tense too. I really feel like every time I insert my penis, it's very difficult, but the more difficult it is, the more comfortable it feels. I seem to hear the "crackling" sound of muscles rubbing together, like chopping vegetables with a cleaver, "swish, swish, swish," or like cutting the ground with a sickle, "snap, snap, snap." Anyway, those sounds made us feel incredibly comfortable.

My older sister closed her eyes and kept moaning. Suddenly, she hugged my neck tightly and said, "It's hard this time, really hard. I feel so good. I feel so good. Go for it. I'll do it. Use as much force as you can." Come on, go all out, even if you're a bull, I can handle it, come on... good...

good... I feel good... I feel so good. Ah...

Every time I pressed down, my older sister would thrust upwards, trying her best to meet me. I thrust hard, and the lustful fluid in my older sister's vagina kept flowing. I felt like I was inflating a bicycle. I slammed hard between my older sister's legs, and our muscles kept colliding with each other, making a "slap slap" sound. My older sister was so wet from being fucked that her moans were constant.

I moved faster and faster, harder and harder, almost like a madman, even though I had already penetrated all the way in. I thrust in forcefully, hitting my older sister's uterus several times. She groaned, "Ahhh!" For the first time, she abandoned all inhibitions; her facial expressions shifted constantly, her facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.

She struggled upwards, and I thrust downwards with all my might, the sounds of "squeak, squeak" echoing between us. Those sounds excited both of us immensely, and we quickly reached orgasm. I fucked her wildly, a torrential downpour. She tried to control her moans, only uttering "Ahhh... Ahhh..." sounds, but her body was already struggling.

I was completely out of control. I forgot everything around me and started screaming. The constant contractions of my older sister's vagina made me feel like my whole body was on fire. I felt a sudden spasm, and in an instant, even my bones went limp. I yelled, "Oh my god, it feels so good, sister, I'm letting go!"

My older sister almost screamed too, but she held back and just said in a deep voice, "Oh my god, that's great."

I immediately collapsed onto my older sister and didn't move. My older sister held me tightly, panting heavily, her whole body limp. Her muscles weren't as firm and strong as usual.

It was the first time I'd seen my older sister lying there like a puddle of mud. I was drenched in sweat. My older sister was also sweating a lot. Suddenly, my older sister said, "I never thought life could feel like this. It's so wonderful!

What is this feeling? It's so good! To experience this, even death would be worthwhile. To be able to do this with you for a while, I feel like I haven't lived in vain."

I knew my older sister had really enjoyed herself this time. I was really tired this time, lying on the side panting. My older sister quickly sat up and pulled a towel down from the curtain rod to wipe my sweat. Even the way she pulled the towel was so beautiful. Because she was naked, every time she swung her arm, her breasts bounced, which was truly captivating.

After wiping my sweat, she got up and made me a cup of sugar water. She was naked and walking back and forth on the floor to pour me water. Her naked body was so beautiful, flawless. Her thighs, her buttocks, her genitals—perfect. In a big city, being a nude model would be highly sought after.

Thirdly,

after my older sister finished her work, she climbed onto the kang (heated brick bed) and pulled me tightly into her arms, softly saying, "Good brother, thank you."

I hugged her tightly back. I felt like I was dreaming; I couldn't believe it was real, but it was real. This was no longer about sneaking my hand into my older sister's pants in the dead of night.

Now I truly held her in my arms; and I could touch every part of her body at will, no longer afraid, no longer trembling with fear. My dear sister, this country girl, with her strong, voluptuous body, is in my arms. I am such a lucky man!

I touch her belly, her buttocks, her pubic hair, her thighs—everything is wonderful. I kiss her breasts; they are sweet too.

Her breasts are like two freshly steamed, snow-white buns, each topped with a red date. I cup them in my hands, squeezing and kneading them vigorously. I can't get enough of them, so I try to bite them. My sister lets out a soft "Ah!" and laughs, saying, "Ha, that hurts!"

I rub her breasts, feeling embarrassed. My sister's body is so strong; she quickly regains her energy. Because I'm young, I also quickly forget my fatigue. We look at each other, neither of us wanting to sleep. We both cherish this pleasant night. The older woman said, "Tell me another story; yours is very moving."

So I told her, "I read a foreign book called *The Decameron*, which is full of stories about Western sexual liberation. I remember one story in it about a homeless man who passed through a small town and stayed at a small inn. There were no other customers that night. The innkeeper was a middle-aged man, and his wife was in her early thirties and very beautiful.

The homeless man said to the innkeeper, 'Your wife is very beautiful, but women age quickly after thirty. I have a way to turn your wife back to 18. The process is: I will first use magic to turn her into a donkey, and then use magic to turn the donkey into a human. At that time, she will be eighteen years old.'

The innkeeper said, 'Then you're done.' His wife agreed."

The homeless man said, "However, there's one condition: you must obey my every command. Do exactly as I tell you to do. If you don't, it won't work. Also, you can't stop me from doing anything, and you can't say a word. If you do, my magic will fail, and everything will be for nothing."

The shopkeeper and his wife agreed completely and urged the homeless man to begin.

The homeless man said, "Have your wife take off all her clothes."

The woman took off all her clothes.

The homeless man said, "She must also take off her bra and panties, completely naked, like a donkey ."

The woman then took off all her clothes. She really was completely naked.

Then the homeless man said to the woman, "Kneel on the floor, hands on the ground in front, and stick your butt out. Strike a donkey pose

." The woman did as he was told, limbs on the ground, buttocks raised.

The homeless man mumbled some incantations and began to perform his magic. First, he stripped himself naked. Then, naked, he circled around the woman. He walked up to her and said, "I must first put a donkey skin on you. Okay, I'm starting to put the donkey skin on you. After I've done that, you'll immediately turn into a donkey."

He then touched the woman's body all over, saying he was putting on a donkey skin, but actually he was just groping her.

He touched her breasts, her buttocks, her genitals, and even used both hands to stroke her pubic hair from behind. He also spread her labia. He even inserted his fingers into her vagina.

The shop owner felt uncomfortable, but they had agreed beforehand, so he couldn't say anything and could only watch as the homeless man's hands groped his wife's naked body.

The woman's labia were large and loose; after the homeless man spread them apart, her vulva seemed to open like two doors. At this point, the homeless man's penis was erect and very hard. He muttered to himself, "Wait a minute, I've already dressed her in a donkey skin, how come she hasn't turned into a donkey yet?

Ah, that's it, she doesn't have a tail, she's missing a tail. To turn her into a donkey, she needs a tail. The key is to give her a tail now. Alright, I'd rather give up my own good stuff to put a tail on her." As

he spoke, he knelt behind the woman, grabbed his long, big, hard penis, aimed it at the woman's anus, and thrust it in hard. Then, holding the woman's buttocks, he began to thrust.

The shopkeeper watched as the homeless man was having sex with his wife, his penis going in and out of her vagina, making a "glug-glug" sound, and the woman began to moan. The shopkeeper could no longer restrain himself. She kicked the homeless man to the ground and yelled, "You bastard, you were fucking my wife..."

The homeless man got up, put on his clothes, and said, "It's over, everything's over.

I told you not to talk, but you kept talking. It's no use. It's failed. All my efforts have been wasted. It can't be changed. Nothing can be changed. I told you not to talk, but you kept talking.

The magic doesn't work. It's all your fault. It's all your fault...

" The older woman listened carefully, but didn't laugh. Instead, she hugged me tightly and said, "Men doing this kind of thing from behind, we have it in the countryside too."

I was surprised: "Oh, rural people do it from behind? You know? You've seen it?"

The older woman said, "Once, I went to Li the carpenter's house to borrow a sieve from his wife. I went past their house from behind, following the east wall to their yard. Since it was summer, the doors and windows were open. As soon as I turned the corner, I heard strange noises coming from inside their house. It was the panting of a man and a woman, mixed with the slapping sounds of two bodies hitting each other, like one person slapping another, 'slap, slap,' going on and on.

I know Li the carpenter usually works away from home, and I've also heard that his wife and other women from the village..." She's connected to an electrician, maybe she's doing *that* with him right now. I quietly walked to their window, peeked inside, and sure enough, Li the carpenter's young wife was doing *that* with the electrician.

Li the carpenter is quite wealthy, and although he's not young, he has a beautiful young wife. Some people say that Li the carpenter's *thing* is no good, too soft, and can't satisfy his wife's needs. At this moment,

Li the carpenter's wife wasn't undressed; she was just lying on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), unbuckled her belt, revealing her large buttocks—a very typical large buttocks of a rural woman. The electrician wasn't undressed either, just unbuckled his belt... His pants were pulled down to his thighs, exposing his crotch, and he inserted his penis into the woman's large buttocks from behind.

I saw the electrician holding the carpenter's wife's buttocks, thrusting into her repeatedly. The electrician would occasionally lean on top of her, and the woman would turn her head back, and the two would kiss. Seeing this, my whole body felt like it was on fire, and I quickly retreated, not going inside.

At that moment, my genitals were also wet. I thought, a man penetrating a woman's body from behind must feel very good. If you penetrate me from behind, I'll sit my whole buttocks in your lap, and you'll hold my buttocks while we fuck, it must be very good too. "After

the older sister finished speaking, she moved to between my legs..." She touched my penis and found it was hard again. She laughed and said, "Maybe it's because we've been talking about ass for so long, it's gotten a little too much. Look how hard you are, do you want to fuck my ass? Come on, I'll give you my ass."

She turned around, her back to me, offering me her round, plump ass. I touched her ass; it was slippery and cool, a really nice feel. As I touched it, I felt another surge of desire. I really wanted to try inserting into her ass with her. I reached down and touched the center of her ass; it was wet and slippery there.

I was incredibly excited. I shifted forward, pressing my hard penis against her vulva. I parted her labia with both hands, thrusting my penis forward and sliding it into her vagina.

She trembled slightly, pressing her buttocks forcefully into my lap, saying, "You found the right spot!"

I began to hold her large buttocks and thrust repeatedly. She responded to me, her entire large, white buttocks nestled in my lap, my penis moving back and forth along her hips—it felt incredibly good.

I remembered that night. I did it stealthily, my heart pounding. From behind my older sister, I pulled down her pants with one hand, exposing her buttocks, and with the other hand, I inserted my penis. I was terrified and extremely flustered. Now it was all real. I couldn't express how happy I was. It seemed I was quite fortunate.

But because we were both lying on our sides, our hips rubbed against the mattress as we thrust, which was very uncomfortable. The mattress slid back and forth on the bed, folding in the middle, which affected my and everyone else's sexual pleasure. I had to use my hands to straighten the mattress again and again.

The older sister said, "Anyway, that's how it is. I'll kneel on the kang and stick my butt out, and you can boldly do it from behind." As she spoke, she suddenly threw the quilt aside, knelt on the mattress, and stuck her butt out. The way her big butt was sticking out was indeed beautiful. I hurriedly knelt behind her, aimed at her private parts, then used my hands to spread her labia, aimed my glans at her vaginal opening, and thrust my hips forward, penetrating her.

The older sister let out a "Oh!" and pressed her buttocks tightly into my arms.

I lunged forward, she sat back, the slapping sounds echoing in the late-night room. We both grew increasingly excited, and I straddled her back, my hands reaching for her breasts, my mouth seeking hers. She turned her head sensitively, like a bird turning its head, offering her mouth to me. I continued to caress her breasts and kiss her lips while thrusting into her ass. Her ass was firm and incredibly sexy; to have fucked her big ass was enough for a lifetime.

By this time, I was drenched in sweat and panting heavily. But I tried my best to control myself and not ejaculate. The older sister said, "Are you very tired? I'll lie down on my back and you can lie on top of me and I'll insert it from above. You just need to move your butt."

I nodded and quickly pulled my thing out of her body, waiting for the older sister to change positions.

The older woman lay there with practiced ease, legs spread, her labia parted with her hands, her large, lustful eyes gazing at me intently, her breasts trembling. The moment I'll never forget is this: I leaned over her, one hand supporting my body, the other gripping my penis, which felt like a wooden stick, and thrust it forcefully into her. Then

I pressed my entire body against hers, with great force and intensity. I felt the head of my penis meet something hard and smooth inside her—her uterus. In farmers' terms, I had "fucked her all the way in." The older woman cried out, tightly gripping my buttocks.

And that's when the accident happened. It turned out she had pulled the blanket over my second sister's face. My second sister was already awake and had been staring at us for a long time.

Suddenly, she asked, "What are you two doing?"

Her question stunned my eldest sister and me. Perhaps this was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to me. I didn't know what to say. My heart was racing, and I couldn't speak for a moment.

My eldest sister reacted quickly, panting, "We were playing a game."

I hurriedly added, "Yes, it's a game for two people, but you and my younger sister are asleep, so my eldest sister and I had to play this kind of game."

My second sister squinted at me mysteriously and asked, "What's the name of that game? How do you play it?"

I hurriedly replied, "This game is called... it's called..." I racked my brains, while my eldest sister frowned and thought

quickly.

My second sister pressed me harder, shouting, "Tell me, tell me, what game is this? No thinking!"

I suddenly shouted, "Digging a well, digging a well! This game is called 'Digging a Well.' The man uses his penis as a drill, and the woman uses her vagina as a well. The man inserts the 'drill' into the woman's 'well' and moves it up and down. After a while, the 'water' naturally flows out." "Look, just like that," I said, and then checked my eldest sister's body a few more times.

My second sister tilted her head and squinted her eyes, asking, "Is it fun?" My eldest sister

said, "It's very fun, quite comfortable."

My second sister said, "Then I'll play a round too. Let him climb on top of me and dig a well with me."

My eldest sister hurriedly said, "That won't do. This is for adults. Kids can't play like that."

My second sister said, "We're the same age, both eighteen. My birthday is even older than his. He has to call me second sister. He can play with you, so why can't he play with me? If you don't let him play with me once, I'll tell Dad and Mom tomorrow!"

I stared into my eldest sister's eyes, seeking her opinion. My eldest sister nodded helplessly and said, "Go play with him for a while, but only the few of us know about this. Don't tell anyone else, okay?"

My second sister hurriedly said, "Okay, let's start." She lay there like her eldest sister, spreading her legs and displaying her vagina to me.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and climb on top of her, inserting my penis into her vagina. I felt this was inappropriate; I had given my virginity to my eldest sister, who was now my wife. I shouldn't do this with other women, but it was the only way now.

My second sister's skin was whiter than my eldest sister's, her breasts were bigger, and her buttocks were bigger too. Her entire body was covered in soft, white flesh. Lying on top of her felt like being on a waterbed, or like a large block of tofu, trembling and swaying. Her skin was also very loose; if I didn't hold on tight, I'd probably slip off her.

I supported my chest with my hands, my hips moving up and down as my penis thrust in and out of her vagina. My second sister closed her eyes and enjoyed it. With each thrust, her two large breasts trembled. As I continued to fuck her, her breasts trembled incessantly, and

her entire body trembled from my fucking. She gradually began to moan, the sounds growing louder and louder. Unlike her older sister, she didn't control herself; instead, she let it happen naturally. Suddenly, she grabbed my buttocks with both hands, lifting and shoving me against her own stomach. Our movements made a "smack, smack" sound.

She muttered, "Faster, faster, good, good, digging a well is fun, digging a well is so much fun." Her moans grew louder and louder until finally she shouted, "Faster, better, better, ah!" "Ah...oh my god!

This feels so good! What's going on? This feels so good!" she cried out, suddenly hugging me tightly. Her whole body started convulsing, and she grabbed at my body with her hands, pinching me hard.

I knew she had an orgasm. But her struggle caused a new situation: my younger sister woke up, turned on the light, sat up, stared at everything happening in front of her, and asked loudly, "What are you two doing?"

My second sister excitedly replied, "We're playing a game, digging a well, it's so much fun!" Let him play with you too, it's so comfortable, it couldn't be better, look, look, just like that: "She pushed my butt out and then hugged it back, letting the little sister watch my penis go in and out of her vagina, she even moaned a few times.

The little sister hurriedly said, "I want to play too, I want to play too, brother, play with me too."

The older sister hurriedly stopped her, "No, little kids can't play, this is a game for big kids." The little sister shouted loudly, "No, I want to play, I want to play, if you don't play with me I'll tell Dad and Mom tomorrow," she shouted. She quickly stripped naked and lay there waiting for me to get on top of her.

She writhed her snake-like body, screaming incessantly. I hurriedly climbed off my older sister and hugged my little sister, saying, "Come on, let's play, but we can't play 'digging a well,' it'll hurt. You touch my drill head, and I'll touch your well." As

I spoke, I placed her small hand on my penis for her to play with. I began to caress her genitals; a few pink hairs had just grown there. Her waist was slender, and it felt comfortable to hold her. Her breasts weren't very large. But her buttocks weren't very big, but like her breasts, they were round, plump, and slippery.

I felt like I was holding a little pet; I thought I could fool her like that. But my second sister suddenly said, "Little sister, you're so silly. He's fooling you. Digging a well is more fun, the most comfortable. You have to let him put it in you." Upon hearing this, my little sister jumped out of my arms, lay down on the kang (heated brick bed), looked up at the sky, and spread her long, slender legs, saying, "Quick, come on, dig a well! I want to dig a well! If you don't play with me, I'll..." "Tell everyone about our affair!"

I looked at my older sister, who said helplessly, "She's sixteen now, so just agree to it." My younger sister tilted her head, glaring with her captivating phoenix eyes, and pursed her lips, saying, "How about it? Big sister said it's okay, so hurry up and play well-digging with me.

Come on, put your thing in here too, let's dig a well!"

Looking at her slender body, her high, firm breasts, her slender waist, and her round, long thighs, I couldn't bear it. She was simply a perfect work of art! I was wasting her beauty! I was an old cow eating young grass! I climbed onto my younger sister, hugging her tightly. Her body was smooth and slippery, and it felt incredibly comfortable.

The eldest sister's body was firm, the second sister's body was soft, and the youngest sister's body was delicate, smooth, and a little cool. I held the youngest sister, like I was hugging a little snake. I first slept with a strong girl older than me, then with a voluptuous girl my own age, and now I was on top of this beautiful, petite girl younger than me. My erection had reached a level I'd never felt before. I really wanted to taste what this little beauty was like.

If it were the eldest sister beneath me, I would thrust in with all my might, all the way in, to make her feel good. But now it was the youngest sister, and my erection was at its hardest. If I went in, could she handle it? I was very conflicted. Although I really wanted to taste this beautiful little girl, reason told me that she was still a child after all. So I simply pressed my hardest thing between her legs, close to her tender labia, and

thrust it . She seemed to be enjoying it. Her body kept writhing, like a dancing snake, and she even let out a soft, smiling moan. I became even more excited and impulsive.

I thought it would feel good to ejaculate between her legs, to experience the pleasures of a young girl without hurting her. Her moans grew louder, and my body heated up. I held her tightly, clamping her thighs between mine to keep her legs from opening. My penis pumped rhythmically between her legs, my

blood surging, and I felt myself about to ejaculate. Her face flushed, her body twitched, and she trembled. I thought I could easily thrust my penis into her vagina, but I couldn't! I felt numb and burning all over. I ejaculated immediately. A sense of panic washed over me, and

suddenly, she spread her legs. One hand grabbed my penis, aimed it at her vagina, and the other hand forcefully pulled my buttocks together, simultaneously moving the other hand away. She let out a cry of "Ah!" as my penis slid fully into her vagina.

I felt a surge of heat coursing through my body, rushing to my genitals like countless streams flowing into a river. All the heat gathered from my body to my lower body, flowing rapidly outwards and into my younger sister's small body. At that moment, I was frantic, out of control, screaming wildly. I couldn't stop. I fucked her relentlessly, my thick penis gushing as it thrust and pounded into her narrow vagina.

The little girl, whether in pain or pleasure, grimaced, sweat beading on her forehead. Her beautiful face flushed crimson, veins bulging on her forehead. She instantly became a madwoman, screaming and screaming, writhing and struggling together. I relentlessly pounded into her small body,

her tender vulva nearly bursting from my engorged penis. Just as my lips were about to kiss my little sister's lips, she opened her mouth wide as if crying out, "Brother, I need to pee! I need to pee! I peed. I peed, ah..." Because she was grimacing, I actually kissed her teeth. We hugged each other tightly and reached our climax at the same time.

I lay on top of my little sister, holding her, panting. My little sister was also limp like a puddle of mud. After

a while, my little sister said, "You can get off now, my bottom is very wet." Only then did I remember that my eldest and second eldest sisters were still around. I didn't care about my second eldest sister, but I always felt sorry for my eldest sister. I felt like I had done something wrong. I looked at the street with embarrassment. My eldest sister noticed my expression and comforted me, saying, "It's nothing, as long as little sister is happy."

I felt a little sorry for my little sister and quickly asked, "Does it hurt a lot?" My little sister suddenly laughed and said, "It hurt at first, then it went numb, and then it felt like worms crawling back and forth."

My eldest sister said, "You must never tell anyone about this kind of game, you must never tell Mom and Dad, you must never tell anyone, understand?"

My second sister said, "Don't treat us like children, we know everything, you call it a game, we just don't want to expose you."

My little sister said: Actually, we both knew a long time ago that this wasn't a game, we even secretly did it before, but it didn't feel as good as doing it with my brother. My second sister's hand pinched my lower part so hard it hurt. "

My older sister and I were stunned when we heard this.

My older sister was getting married. On her wedding day, the wedding procession was magnificent, with four horse-drawn carriages. Even in the countryside at that time, that was considered a high-class affair. The entire village, young and old, came to watch the spectacle. My older sister was dressed very smartly, and she and the groom, draped in red, sat together on an overturned manger in one of the carriages, attracting much attention.

A wedding is supposed to be a very lively occasion, but..." Everyone was stunned. No one expected the groom to be so ugly, and the older sister so stunningly beautiful—it was like a flower stuck in cow dung. Many sighed, saying, "That girl is so blind. If it weren't for her landlord background, she wouldn't have married such an ugly man. Oh, where can we find justice?"

I felt terrible, thinking the older sister was heading towards hardship, towards despair. I thought if I weren't from a landlord family, I would definitely have married her. I knew the older sister must be suffering greatly. But I couldn't help her.

Strangely, there wasn't a trace of gloom on her face. She smiled, waved to everyone, and her eyes searched the crowd. I knew she was looking for me. I instinctively waved back. When she saw me, her eyes lit up with excitement. She kept waving at me, then suddenly turned her head away. I knew she was crying.

The cart driver's whip cracked, and the cart pulled my eldest sister away into the distance. Her face regained its resolute expression; she seemed to face the future with great courage and confidence. I, however, felt like I had lost my pillar of support, feeling disheartened and utterly bored.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Everyone's gone! What are you standing there for? Want to go with her?" It was my younger sister, staring at me sideways with her captivating phoenix eyes.

The political situation had changed significantly again; the Gang of Four had fallen. The college entrance examination system had been reinstated. Because I wasn't good at science subjects, my father wanted me to apply to art schools. He took me to the city several times to find teachers to tutor me in singing, dancing, playing the piano, music theory, and acting.

Fortunately, my humanities subjects were very good, and art schools didn't require science subjects. I successfully completed the exam. I felt the female examiner's eyes were just like my eldest sister's.

My parents' jobs were transferred back to the city. My university acceptance letter arrived. The whole family was overjoyed. My parents started preparing to move to the city; they went to look for a house. I was also preparing to start school.

Unpleasant news came from my eldest sister's family: her father-in-law was imprisoned for opposing Deng Xiaoping. Her husband also lost his job as a barefoot doctor. My eldest sister had become the tyrant in the family, her word was law, and she refused to sleep with her husband. She even wanted a divorce.

My eldest sister's parents rushed over to mediate the dispute. It seemed they wouldn't be able to come back that day. Only my two sisters and I were left at home. My younger sister said, "Come stay in our room for the last night, you're leaving.

Consider it a farewell party for you, my sister and I." I knew what she meant.

Finally, night fell, and it was completely dark. My younger sister and older sister drew the curtains in their room. They also used blankets and pillows to seal all the gaps. All the doors were bolted. My heart started pounding. My

younger sister said, "Come on, brother, let's play 'digging a well' one last time." She took off her clothes first. My older sister followed suit. I had no choice but to strip naked as well, and my younger sister pounced on me first. We stood on the ground, naked, and embraced each other.

The younger sister was quite tall with long legs. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her passionately. I touched her breasts and her round, smooth buttocks. She touched my penis, and I touched her genitals. My penis quickly became erect, and her vagina soon became wet.

I only just noticed that when a man is standing, his penis, when erect, points upwards like a curved piece of rubber. The girl then grabbed my penis, lifted her other leg, spread her hips, and inserted my penis into her vagina. Then she clamped my penis between her legs.

We stood facing each other on the ground and started doing this. She writhed in my arms like a smooth snake, my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. Our mouths were close together, chests pressed against chests, and our bellies bumping against each other. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around my neck, arched her back, and wrapped her long, slender legs around my waist, her buttocks and genitals sitting entirely on my penis.

I quickly grabbed her buttocks and moved her up and down. She seemed very happy, moving up and down in my arms, her breasts rubbing against my chest, making me feel very comfortable.

But my second sister got impatient and said, "Hurry up, I can't take it anymore." As she spoke, she pulled my younger sister down and pressed her soft, white body against me, her two large breasts pressed tightly against my chest. She wanted to stand facing me like my younger sister, but her legs were short and her belly was big. No matter how she adjusted the angle, my penis couldn't go in. My

younger sister laughed at her gleefully.

My second sister was very anxious; she was already wet. So I had her lie face down on the edge of the bed, sticking her buttocks out. Her buttocks were really big and white, and the flesh in her pubic area between her legs was more than others, already swollen and red, bulging out. It was what people call the shape of a steamed bun cut in half.

I inserted my penis into the middle of her steamed bun shape. Her plump buttocks and large vulva pressed tightly against my thighs and stomach. The soft, fleshy flesh was incredibly pleasurable. I thrust my penis in again and again, her buttocks trembling like the face of a chubby dancing child—it felt amazing. Like

my older sister, she turned and offered me her mouth. We kissed and fucked, and I finally ejaculated inside her. Her soft buttocks and vulva were still pressed tightly against my penis. I was still enjoying it when suddenly I heard a thud. My younger sister had collapsed onto the bed, angry.

I quickly jumped onto the bed, lay on top of her, kissed her, and tried to coax her, but she ignored me. I kissed her all over, but she still didn't smile. She covered her face with her hands and wouldn't look at me. I got off the bed, grabbed her two little feet, pulled her buttocks to the edge of the bed, spread her legs apart, and let her little feet stick out on the edge of the bed. I then licked her vulva vigorously.

The salty taste, the tender little hole, and the sparse pubic hair excited me immensely. I stuck my tongue into her vagina several times. She finally spoke: "That's right, like that, lick hard, don't stop, lick hard, put your tongue in, put it in, put it in again, lick it in, lick... ah..."

As I stuck my tongue into her vagina again and again, my penis became erect once more. I put her legs on my shoulders, aimed my penis at her vagina, and thrust it in hard. As I fucked, I said, "I'm going to fuck you to death, fuck you to death. You naughty girl, you naughty girl!" A man carrying a woman on his lap to fuck her is really scientific; it's more comfortable than other positions. It

also saves me a lot of effort, and I penetrate very deeply. It was the first time I'd ever touched her smooth uterus. I took the opportunity to wrap her legs around my waist, and after my penis was fully inserted, I lifted her body up, just like we had at the beginning. I held her buttocks, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, sitting on my lap, on my penis. My intention was to fulfill the plan we hadn't completed at the beginning, to satisfy her.

She was smart; she understood me. She smiled happily, a smile so beautiful, like a blooming peach blossom. Excitedly, I held her buttocks and pressed her against the wall. I thrust hard, squeezed hard, as if trying to flatten her, as if trying to push her off the wall. I convulsed, she cried out, and I pressed her against the wall, motionless.

I ejaculated.

I lay in the middle of the kang (a heated brick bed), with the two sisters lying beside me. I hugged them and said, "Will you two get pregnant?" The younger sister laughed and said, "Our eldest sister told us how to calculate the safe period. Since we let you do it, it's all within our safe period. Tomorrow, all three of us sisters will enter our fertile period. If we do it then, we'll get pregnant.

This might be our last time. You've gone to school, and we don't know if we'll ever see each other again, or if I'll ever be your wife. You're studying arts; with so many beautiful girls at school, will you still remember us country girls?" "

I never expected my little sister to say such mature words. I hugged her tightly and kissed her, saying, 'Study hard, and I'll marry you after I graduate. Really, I'm not lying. Consider this my compensation to you sisters.' My

little sister said, 'You want to make up for the care our family has given your family, right? You've lived in our house for so many years, and my dad hasn't even charged rent. How kind of him! Landlords help landlords, sharing joys and sorrows.'

I said, 'Yes, we've gone through tough times together. If it weren't for you giving me happiness, I really don't know how I would have gotten through those ten years of hardship!'

The next day, their parents returned." They said my older sister had agreed to sleep with that man for the next few days, and that she felt sorry for him and his mother, who cried every day. They said the woman from that family even knelt before her, and my sister's heart softened; she no longer wanted a divorce…

On the third day, the morning before I was supposed to go to school, the farmers were all in the fields. The students were all in school. Perhaps I was the only one left in the whole village about to leave. I had already started packing my luggage. Suddenly, the door opened. My older sister appeared before me, and we immediately embraced.

Overwhelmed with emotion at our long-awaited reunion, we rolled from the floor onto the kang (heated brick bed). I couldn't help but reach into her arms, and I noticed she was wearing a bra.

I easily slipped my hand inside and touched her breasts. "You've gained weight," I said.

She replied, "Now my mother-in-law does all the cooking and chores. I don't do anything at their house. We landlords have finally turned our lives around."

She reached into my pants and unbuckled my belt.

I unbuckled hers too. I pulled my pants down to my thighs, and she did the same. She then pulled up her shirt and bra, exposing her full breasts. We were like dry wood meeting a raging fire, like parched land meeting sweet rain. I smoothly inserted my penis into her vagina and thrust wildly. Her face turned red, and the veins on her forehead bulged.

She began to moan, kissing me desperately, her body writhing incessantly, exciting me. I quickly descended into madness, into frenzy, a wave of numbness, a melting sensation, and I ejaculated. Her face was filled with happiness, like a spring breeze opening her heart, like thick honey filling her chest.

She held me tightly, not letting me off, not letting me pull out. We lay there embracing for a long, long time…

until her hands loosened, and I finally got off her, starting to put on my pants. She watched as my thing, which had brought her so much pleasure, instantly entered my pants, and she smiled happily. Her smile was beautiful.

Lying on the kang (heated brick bed), she lifted her buttocks and put on her pants herself. Then she started to fasten her belt. I gazed at her thick pubic hair and those familiar labia, now sealed by her pants. I felt comforted. Satisfied.

She said, "I'm tired, I'll lie down a little longer."

I said, "Anyway, you're already wearing pants, you can lie down for as long as you want."

After some time, she got out of bed, looked in the mirror, straightened her clothes and hair, and said, "I should go home."

I thought she was joking, but she really pounced on me, hugged me tightly, and kissed me passionately for a while, then pushed open the door and left. And she went all the way out of the village, saying to me as she left, "Don't tell anyone you saw me."

I felt strange, like I was dreaming, but it wasn't a dream, it was reality. There were still traces of her vaginal fluid and my semen on the kang (heated brick bed), and her hair on the comb. Her smile as she left was so enigmatic, so mysterious, as if she were completing some task.

I went to school as scheduled. It was the art department of a teachers' college, with more girls than boys. If it weren't for that Korean boy, I would have been the most handsome man in the class. Many girls were staring at me, but I cherished this day of liberation. I studied desperately, forgetting everything, and didn't accept any of the girls' flirtatious glances.

My mother wrote to say that we had moved back to the city and told me the exact location of the house—it was in my father's workplace compound. They said I would have to go back to this new home in the city when I had my next vacation.

The following summer vacation, I returned to my hometown after eleven years. The air felt fresh, and I felt like this world belonged to me. I brought back many books to read during the holidays, but an unexpected event prevented me from reading a single one throughout the entire summer.

It happened on the second day after I returned home. I went shopping and suddenly saw a graceful girl standing in front of me with a smile, sweetly calling me "Brother." I was shocked. It was my younger sister. She was much fuller than before. Her breasts were bigger, and her hips were bigger too. But her waist was still as slender, her face still as childlike, and her phoenix eyes still as captivating.

She said she had been accepted into a nursing school and would graduate in three years. What a coincidence! I had four years of schooling, she had three, and we graduated together. She said her second sister married a teacher in the countryside and is living a happy life. She also said her eldest sister came to the city and rented several counters in a shopping mall to sell clothes; she earns a good income. Her brother-in-law is still unemployed, staying home to cook and take care of the children

. I asked in surprise, "Your eldest sister had a baby? Is it a boy or a girl?"

My younger sister said, "It's a boy, and he's quite handsome, not at all like our weird brother-in-law."

Hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "As long as he doesn't look like my brother-in-law, that's fine." If this child grows up to look like my brother-in-law, that would be terrible. My younger

sister and I spent the day in the city. In the evening, I took her home to meet my parents. They adored her, as if she were their own daughter. They asked her all sorts of questions, and my mother held her hand and chatted with her. They even invited her to stay for dinner. My younger sister was very diligent, helping my mother with everything.

After dinner, she took me to my older sister's house. We walked side by side, chatting, and she naturally took my arm and rested her head on my shoulder. Many people looked at us with envy, and some said, "What a happy couple."

My older sister looked much younger. She had long, flowing hair, wore high heels, and light makeup. Her breasts and buttocks were still as full and alluring as ever. My brother-in-law, looking like an old maid, was holding a very handsome little boy who seemed completely mismatched with him. He was still rather shy and just stared at me blankly. My sister

brought the child to me, saying, "Let your uncle hold him."

I took the child and found him indeed beautiful, resembling my sister in many ways, yet also unlike her in many other ways. He didn't resemble my brother-in-law at all. Who did he look like? He seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place him. This child seemed to have a strong connection with me; he smiled as soon as he saw me, and I nuzzled his cheek against mine, feeling like he was my own child. Perhaps it was because I liked my older sister.

After graduation, my younger sister and I were both assigned to the city, and we got married. Dad arranged two "public housing" rooms for us. The layout of the rooms was similar to ours, with a heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove). I loved that kang; it brought back many happy memories. After the wedding, everyone left. My eldest sister stayed, still busy with things for my younger sister and me, worried that my younger sister couldn't cook or do housework, or tidy up the house.

It was late at night. My eldest sister wanted to go back, but my younger sister said, "Don't go. Just sleep here. How could you have endured being with that ugly guy all these years? I'm so sorry for you."

My eldest sister looked at me and said, "Is it alright for me to stay here on our wedding night?"

I looked at my younger sister, wanting to ask for her opinion; my younger sister was already quite fashionable. She said, "Sister, don't be so formal. This isn't our first time. People might think it's our wedding night, but let's just see it as reliving an old dream. After all, we've been through hardships together, so

let's enjoy our happiness together now. That's life. As long as we're happy and it's not illegal, we should be bold and do what we want, regardless of what others say. Let's walk our own path and let Bill talk." "To hell with all that talk of good morals!"

The younger sister expertly drew the curtains. She then used lots of clothes and newspapers to cover all the gaps. She even peeked in from the outside to make sure she was safe. After locking the door, she started taking off her clothes first, then had her older sister do the same. They wouldn't let me see

as they undressed. When I turned around, I was immediately stunned. Standing in front of me were two lingerie mannequins, both sisters wearing bikinis. The lines, the waist, the breasts, the hips—everything was perfect.

I went over and, very gentlemanly, took off their bras and panties. The older sister told me to go with the younger sister first, the younger sister told me to go with the older sister first, and in the end, the younger sister got wet first. So I started with her. She had watched a lot of videos and learned some new tricks, constantly changing them.

Sometimes she had me on top, sometimes on the bottom, sometimes standing up, sometimes squatting down. It was really great. We were both drenched in sweat and reached orgasm. The younger sister said contentedly, "You play with your older sister, I'm going to sleep."

I told her, "There's one more thing you haven't tried yet, which is with your mouth."

She said, "I can't do that, I'm afraid of feeling nauseous, I'm afraid of throwing up."

The older sister said, "Then let me, the older sister, do it." She had me lie down on the kang (heated brick bed), and she knelt beside me, grabbed my penis, and put it in her mouth. She glanced at me, then began bobbing her head up and down, moving my penis in and out of her mouth.

It was my first time experiencing oral sex. I stroked her constantly falling hair, watching her mouth tightly suck on my penis in a rounded shape. I felt a tingling sensation all over my body, like many insects crawling on me, and soon I was hard again. I wanted to thrust forward, but I knew it wasn't her vagina, it was her throat.

Although... Even though it was erect, I didn't dare to thrust forward. My older sister looked up and saw what I was thinking. She suddenly took my entire penis into her mouth, all the way down to her throat. She gasped for breath, her face turning red. Tears welled up in her eyes. She coughed incessantly. I couldn't let my older sister sacrifice anything more for me.

I pushed her down onto the kang (a heated brick bed). I felt like she was a bride, and I laid her flat. She was breathing heavily with excitement, her chest heaving, and her hips thrusting upwards. I... Knowing she was a horny woman, and that she wouldn't let her brother-in-law have sex with her more than a few times while she was with that man,

I climbed on top of my older sister and skillfully inserted my penis. After all, she had given birth; her vagina was much looser, but her body was still beautiful, and her expressions were more expressive. Each time I penetrated, she would wriggle, like a porn star. Her movements and expressions were even more alluring.

She knew all the positions my younger sister knew. I did it with my older sister, and we both reached climax together. She writhed wildly, moaning with bliss. I held her tightly, and she lay in my arms like a little girl, softly saying, "Who does my son look like? Think carefully, who does he resemble?"

Suddenly, I understood. Overjoyed, I pulled her close, kissing her passionately, my hands roaming over her body…

[The End]

I.

Due to my poor family background, I was sent to the countryside with my parents at a very young age. My parents shed countless tears then. However, at that innocent age, I was incredibly happy. It felt like I had stepped out of a walled city and entered a completely new world; everything before me amazed me.

Speaking of accommodation, we were newcomers and had no place to stay, so a farmer took us in. His family had three rooms; the middle room had a door leading to a large kitchen, with a stove and a door on each side. The doors to the east and west rooms faced each other; they lived in the east room, and we slept in the west room. If they didn't close their inner doors, I could see everything inside.

What made me happiest was that they had three girls, all very beautiful. Two were older than me, and one was younger. In my mind, rural children were supposed to be unkempt, wearing tattered blue clothes, with dark skin, yellow teeth, and freckles. But this farmer's family was an exception; both adults and children were very beautiful and neatly dressed.

Before, when I played with ordinary little girls, I was always very carefree, laughing and joking, not caring about anything. But now, I don't know why, when I see these three very pretty country girls, I don't dare to approach them. I like them and really want to be with them, but as soon as I see their pretty faces, I get nervous, my heart races, and I always hide from them, yet I can't help but secretly watch them.

If it weren't for the older girl taking the initiative to invite me to play with them, I really don't know when I would have been able to join them. After playing a few times, I became very casual. Whenever I had free time, I would sneak into their house and play cards, pocket aces, and blind man's bluff with them.

Of course, I also often helped the three of them with chores, such as "rolling corn," "making bean paste," and "wrapping dumplings."

Although I was very young at the time, I was skillful and quick-witted. While helping them with chores, I told them stories I had heard from my grandfather.

The three girls listened attentively, their beautiful eyes fixed on me, and I felt a sweet warmth in my heart. I felt that being able to chat, play, and work together with these three pretty girls every day was a constant source of warmth, joy, and indescribable happiness.

Perhaps because they didn't have any boys in their family, the whole family treated me especially well. I could feel that I was a very popular person. However, there was an even more important reason why their whole family liked me so much: both our families were classified as landlords.

In the class society of that time, children from landlord families were discriminated against. The children of poor and lower-middle peasants often called us landlord's sons, stinking landlords, and big landlords. Our young hearts couldn't bear these political blows and pressures, so the children from both families rarely went out to play with other children in the village.

Perhaps it was fate that brought me and these three girls together, or perhaps it was God's blessing, but in a very short time, I completely integrated into the group of the three sisters, and we became very close. The three sisters often praised my looks, saying I was very likable, and that city children were "sparkling," and that I was clever, skillful, and quick-witted.

They even praised my parents in front of me, saying that my mother and father looked like movie actors. They

also said things like, "If the adults are good-looking, the children will be good-looking too." Of course, I'm good at flattering people too. I told the three sisters, "Your family, both adults and children, are so beautiful. You don't look like country folk at all. You three sisters are prettier than the girls in our city!"

The eldest sister quickly asked me, "Is what you're saying true?"

I said seriously, "It's true. If you don't believe me, go ask my dad and mom. They said the same thing. You don't look like country folk at all. Your beauty is a trait from your landlord family."

The eldest sister was very happy to hear this. She picked me up and kissed me several times on the cheek. I wrapped my arms around her neck and pressed my cheek against hers. Actually, I was speaking from the heart. I think my older sister is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She has a very straight posture and beautiful curves. She often likes to wear overalls with straps, and a snow-white shirt is always neatly worn underneath her blue overalls.

Because she wears overalls, whenever she bends over, the crotch of the pants tightens around her buttocks, creating a cleavage in the middle, revealing the shape of her buttocks. They are round, full, and well-defined, very beautiful. When she straightens her back and puffs out her chest, two round mounds appear in her chest, which must be a characteristic of a girl just starting to develop.

My older sister also has a round face, and she likes to wear two pigtails in her hair. She had a pair of big, dark eyes and two gently curved eyebrows of just the right thickness. Seeing me staring intently at her, she kissed me on the cheek again and laughed, saying, "Silly girls stare straight at people, lecherous girls look furtively at people..."

My little sister also said she liked playing with me; if I didn't go over for a day, she would nag about wanting me as her older brother. Hearing her cry, I would immediately go over to comfort her. Sometimes, when I happened to be at their house for dinner, their parents would let me sit at the table and eat with them. We would eat and chat, and that feeling was truly warm and sweet.

Sometimes, when I was tired from playing at night, they would let me sleep at their house. My older sister would always open the door and call into our room, "Uncle, Aunt, you can sleep here by yourselves; he won't be going anywhere." My parents quickly turned off the light.

Sleeping in the countryside is quite interesting; regardless of age or gender, the whole family of five or six squeezes together on a large kang (heated brick bed). They assigned me a fixed spot, which was the "side of the kang." In the countryside, the side closest to the kitchen stove is called the "head of the kang," and the side furthest from the kitchen and closest to the chimney is called the "side of the kang."

Rural people eat three meals a day, plus heating food for the pigs and dogs, or boiling water and roasting melon seeds, so the head of the kang is always warm, and quite hot. This spot is always reserved for adults, because they are very tired after a day's work in the production team, and they always sleep on the warm kang at night, saying it "relieves fatigue." Perhaps rural adults simply prefer sleeping on a warm kang.

The youngest child slept right next to the adults, making it easier to take care of them at night. Then, gradually, the second and eldest sisters would move next to them. Since they had already established a fixed sleeping arrangement, I couldn't very well sleep in the middle. My eldest sister said, "You can sleep next to me at the end of the kang (

heated brick bed), I'll take care of you at night. If you need to pee, just nudge me and I'll wake up." In rural families, pooping and peeing at night were quite interesting. If it was defecation, they would put on their clothes and go outside to relieve themselves, but few people defecated at night; they usually "cleaned up" before going to bed, unless they had an upset stomach. If it was urination, both men and women did it inside the house. They were used to placing a chamber pot in the middle of the floor inside the house, and the person urinating didn't need to wear clothes, just a vest and underwear.

If a woman is urinating, after getting out of bed, she goes to the urinal, takes off her underwear, exposes her buttocks, bends down, squats on the urinal, and urinates. After urinating, she lifts her buttocks up and down a few times, presumably to shake off any remaining urine from her urethra to prevent it from wetting her underwear. Then she stands up, pulls up her underwear, and goes back to bed to continue sleeping.

Men don't need to squat or take off their underwear to urinate. They simply stand next to the urinal, pull out their penis from under their shorts, hold it with their hand, and urinate into the urinal. The urine always flows in an arc, accurately shooting into the urinal. Sometimes the urine is yellow, sometimes it's white.

The man in that family urinated with great force, each time he stepped onto the floor to urinate, the chamber pot making a loud, buzzing sound. The flow seemed very concentrated. Whenever he urinated, the woman would habitually mutter, "Be careful, don't spray everywhere. You're such a big guy, you can't possibly do it all over the place. It'll be everywhere." The man

would pretend not to hear, and after urinating, he would shake the chamber pot with his hand, then stuff it into his underwear, go back to bed, and continue sleeping.

The woman's urination was more diffuse, like splashing water. She would quickly get off the floor, go to the chamber pot, pull down her underwear, expose her buttocks, squat on the chamber pot, and finish with a loud "whoosh." Quick and easy.

The woman in this family had a habit when urinating: after each use, she would rub her pubic hair back and forth against the edge of the chamber pot a few times. Because her pubic hair was thick and long, it would always be covered in urine droplets. She had to wipe these droplets clean before putting on her shorts. She was probably afraid the urine droplets on her pubic hair would soak her shorts.

Strangely, sometimes her urine was red. Whenever she urinated red urine, she would place several folded sheets of window paper between her underwear. After urinating, she would adjust the window paper, making sure it was straight on her underwear, before pulling up her shorts. I noticed that the window paper was also red.

I think if it weren't for those paper windows in the middle, her underwear would definitely have been red in the middle too.

My older sister was very solemn when she urinated. She would quickly pull down her shorts, immediately squat on the chamber pot, stare at the lower front with her big, dark eyes, as if pondering a problem. After urinating, she would quickly pull her shorts up, so you couldn't see anything except occasionally glimpses of her round, snow-white buttocks.

My older sister's buttocks were indeed very beautiful, very full, with a perfectly rounded shape. I especially liked looking at her buttocks, but when she revealed them, it was always just for a moment, like a full crescent moon, just as it appeared, it was immediately covered by dark clouds. Why are women's buttocks so beautiful? I can't explain it either.

The second sister seemed very lazy. She always urinated carelessly, taking her time pulling down her pants, and always sitting on the potty. When she did, she would lean against her knees, her hands constantly pawing at the ground.

Even after urinating, she would slowly pull up her pants, leaving her large, white buttocks exposed for a long time, often leaving a ring of urine from the potty's opening. Because she was so slow at pulling up her pants, her genitals were often exposed, clearly visible. Her genitals were pink, and she didn't have pubic hair at that time.

The little sister always slept naked at night, and urinated naked as well. However, her urination was interesting; an adult had to "hold her to pee." What is "potty training"? It's basically having an adult hold her while she urinates. She assumes a squatting position, and the adult holds her legs, so she leans against the adult's chest, her bottom sticking out and her urethra fully exposed.

The adult holds her, adjusts the angle so her urethra is aligned with the opening of the potty, and then whistles to urge her to urinate. Otherwise, she'll just sit in the adult's lap and play, and won't finish urinating for a while. Every time she finishes urinating, a lot of residual urine drips down her pink vulva onto her bottom.

Honestly, I've done it a few times. Her little bare bottom was pressed against my chest, her round little bottom against my stomach—it was so warm and fun! I hugged her, not wanting to put her down, and she said, "Brother, I'm done peeing. Put me down quickly. "

In the beginning, I didn't care about anything around me, and they didn't hide their urination and defecation from me.

For example, the eldest sister, during the day she often squatted on the edge of the wall to poop and pee, and every time she did, she liked to have me "stand guard" for her. She would always laugh and say to me, "Stand by the corner and don't move, keep an eye on things, don't let anyone come over, don't let pigs or dogs come and nudge my butt."

Then she would unbuckle her belt, expose her buttocks, squat down to pee, and I often saw her white buttocks and the black hair that appeared and disappeared below. At the time, I felt strange, why are people's faces and buttocks different colors? Take the eldest sister, for example, her face is dark red, so why is her buttocks so white? So white that it's pleasing to the eye.

Many years have passed, and I've gradually developed a peculiar feeling and a peculiar change in my perception of everything around me. If I was indifferent and unconcerned before, now it's become an urgent "desire." As I've grown older, I've become very eager to examine the breasts, buttocks, and genitals of the three sisters closely. Now, those three areas of a girl's body have a tremendous attraction for me.

But as I've grown older, they've had fewer and fewer opportunities to expose their private parts, and they've begun to avoid me. My older sister no longer made me stand guard for her when she needed to defecate. I felt empty, lonely, and helpless. I often secretly glanced at their clothed bodies, at their bulging breasts and buttocks, wondering what their private parts must look like now.

During the day, they no longer defecated or urinated in the courtyard; instead, they went to the toilet in the corner of the courtyard wall, even though it was filthy and smelly. At night, they always urinated in the dark, never turning on the lights. I could only hear the sounds of them kicking the chamber pot, taking off their pants, urinating, and pulling up their pants. From those sounds, I could guess whether their buttocks were exposed or covered by their underwear. The guessing game in the dark was truly agonizing for me.

Finally, I had another chance to sleep at their house. That night, when I went to pee, I secretly moved the chamber pot. Everyone now went to bed without the lights on, and habitually kicked the pot in its usual spot. Hearing the sound, they would squat down to pee. I figured if they couldn't kick the pot in the original spot, they would turn on the light. After

quietly moving the pot, I went back to bed and pretended to be asleep. Coincidentally, all the sisters needed to pee. The eldest sister said, "Let's take turns, from oldest to youngest. You can pee after I'm done." By then, the youngest sister had grown up and no longer needed to be "potty trained" by adults, nor was she naked anymore.

First, the eldest sister got down from the bed. She habitually kicked the chamber pot a few times, but didn't touch it. She said, "What happened? Where did the chamber pot go? Did a thief steal it?" The younger sister said, "What thief would steal our chamber pot? Just turn on the light and you'll see."

Hearing her words, I was secretly pleased, feeling that my scheme had succeeded. Sure enough, my older sister had turned on the light. I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. She glanced at the bed, but didn't turn off the light. She went to the chamber pot, took off her pants, and squatted on it. I peeked at the floor and noticed that she had put some paper between her underwear. Her pubic hair was quite thick, black and dense, extending from her pubic area to her lower abdomen where it gradually thinned out.

Underneath the dark pubic hair were two deep red labia. Her vulva was shaped like a walnut, nestled between her legs, and it was incredibly beautiful, breathtakingly so. For some reason, my body suddenly felt hot; the sensation was incredibly intense, stronger than I had ever felt before. I really wanted to touch the eldest sister's hairy crotch, and even more so, her smooth belly and beautiful white buttocks.

After the eldest sister got on the kang (heated brick bed), the second sister got off. Her movements were still as slow as ever. First, she took off her back, revealing her round, big buttocks. Then, before she could even squat down, she took off her front as well. Only then did she slowly squat down. I suddenly noticed that she had also grown a few

pubic hairs. Because there weren't many, her pubic area was a light black color. The second sister still had the same habit when urinating. She sat on the chamber pot with her chest resting on her thighs. Because she was wearing a loose tank top with a wide opening, her two large, white breasts were exposed from the top of the tank top. They were white, round, and really beautiful.

After the second sister finished urinating, it was the little sister's turn. She was also wearing shorts and a tank top. I noticed she had developed; her breasts were fuller, her buttocks were more defined, and she had a slender figure with a slim waist. The moment she took off her shorts, I noticed her genitals were still pink and completely hairless, giving them a fresh and tender appearance.

Her posture while squatting to urinate was very beautiful: her chest lifted, her waist arched, and her buttocks raised, the curves clear and the outline distinct, the pose graceful, like an actress performing urination. If I could draw, I would definitely draw this beautiful and moving "Girl Urinating" picture.

After watching the three sisters urinate, I felt excited and impulsive, as if I wanted to do something, but I didn't know what kind of feeling it was. It was strange; perhaps it was the restlessness of youth, or perhaps it was the budding of desire.

The three sisters quickly fell asleep, but I still couldn't sleep, yet I couldn't make a sound, so I lay there pretending to be asleep.

Even swallowing saliva was done cautiously. When the saliva in my mouth went down my throat and made a "gurgling" sound, I quickly listened to make sure I hadn't woken anyone.

At that moment, the images of the three sisters kept appearing in my mind: the eldest sister's fit body, the second sister's large breasts, and the youngest sister's alluring posture. And what I couldn't forget were their three large private parts. They fascinated me.

Night had fallen, and all was quiet. The three sisters were fast asleep, and I was also feeling a bit sleepy. Just as I drifted off to sleep, I suddenly heard the rustling of the blankets, followed by a series of heavy, snoring sounds. What was that sound? I opened my eyes, cautiously craned my neck, and peered through the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains toward the source of the noise on the heated brick bed.

To my astonishment, I saw my eldest sister's father on top of her mother. Most noticeably, he was on top of her, his buttocks moving up and down. I gently lifted my neck a little higher to get a closer look. I saw that his arms were tightly wrapped around the woman, and he was breathing heavily, making "huff, huff" sounds.

Her mother was moaning softly, "Ah... ah..."

Her father's movements became larger and more intense, eventually reaching a frenzied level. Her mother was also making "ah... ah..." sounds, her voice sounding suppressed, as if she wanted to scream but dared not.

I thought I could also hear a "squeak, squeak" sound coming from between their bodies. The sound was like a dog licking rice porridge. The couple had been fussing for a while when her father whispered, "Oh my god! So good!" and lay down on top of her mother, motionless.

After a while, his son rolled off and quickly fell asleep.

Her mother got up to urinate, glanced at the children covering the bed, and then went back to sleep.

I, however, didn't sleep a wink all night. I was listless all morning the next day, but fell asleep quickly at noon.

I didn't wake up until evening. But what kept appearing before my eyes were the private parts of those three sisters, and what echoed in my ears were the "splat, splat" sounds of a dog licking rice porridge during the couple's intense lovemaking in the dead of night.

I felt an impulse, a desire, a desire, but I couldn’t tell exactly what I wanted to do. At this time, I suddenly remembered Gorky’s words: "If you read, you can know everything." Only then did I remember that my family had many books, more than any other rural family. There were all kinds of books. My father secretly hid them in boxes when our family was decentralized.

So I read eagerly, no matter what kind of books I read. Some books were even moldy and smelly, so I was asked to dig them out. From books, I learned about physical geography, social history, love between men and women, sexual life, and everything between men and women.

Because it was the period of the Great Revolution, what was taught in school classes were all Chairman Mao’s quotations, and these contents could not be taught at all. From this, I learned that for both men and women, reaching maturity adds a very important element to life: sex.

But what does real sex feel like? I still don't know. Books say it involves a man inserting his erect penis into a woman's vagina and thrusting back and forth, ejaculating at orgasm. The sperm then combines with an egg inside the woman's body, resulting in a child. However, not every ejaculation leads to pregnancy; it must happen within a specific timeframe. Some men and women have frequent intercourse but never conceive.

This intercourse is sexual intercourse, or, in farmers' slang, "fucking." But what does "fucking" feel like? It must be wonderful. Otherwise, why would men and women need to have sex when they reach a certain age? Otherwise, why would there be rapists? Thinking about this, my penis got hard, and I really wanted to find a vagina to penetrate.

I'm no longer as innocent and lively as before. I often just sit there in a daze, thinking about men and women, thinking about my eldest sister's ass, my second sister's breasts, my youngest sister's alluring figure, and those two hairless labia. What would it feel like to insert my hard penis into their vaginas? Would I ever have that chance? Impossible, am I dreaming? They're not even married yet, how could they let me penetrate them? I heard that women and men can only have sex after they're married...

The next day, my eldest sister called me over to play cards with them again. I happily went to their house and sat on their kang (heated brick bed), but I was always absent-minded, my eyes constantly stealing glances at the eldest sister. I thought she was very beautiful, with a dark reddish-brown face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes. Her eyelashes fluttered up and down like two small brushes, and her pupils were like two glass marbles, dark and shiny, sparkling with youthful light.

The eldest sister had a high nose and a very broad forehead. Her mouth was slightly large, and her lips were slightly thick—that's what they call sexy. I thought of Lu Sifeng from the play "Thunderstorm." The eldest sister's teeth were very white and even. Because most rural women here have yellow teeth, seeing the white teeth of the eldest sister's family made me feel very comfortable.

When my eldest sister smiled, the corners of her mouth curved upwards slightly, making her teeth look even more beautiful. I really wanted to lick her white teeth. As a country girl and the eldest in her family, she often helped the adults with chores, so she was very robust; you could say she was a healthy and fit woman. Her breasts were very full, round and plump, as if they were about to burst out of her clothes. Her buttocks were very firm, unlike the loose buttocks of many women.

My second sister was still as plump and soft as ever. Her breasts were larger than her sister's, her buttocks were also larger, and her belly was slightly protruding, as if her clothes could barely contain her developing body. This reminded me of Yang Guifei.

The little sister was probably the most beautiful girl, tall and slender, with a pink face, a slim waist, and long legs, but her face still had a childlike quality. However, from her bright, darting eyes, you could tell she was a clever little girl. She was a beautiful girl.

Suddenly, the eldest sister said something to me that startled me: "Hurry up and play your card! What are you daydreaming about? Are you stupid?" She laughed after saying that. Her laugh was so beautiful that

I snapped out of it and started playing cards with them again, but I kept playing the wrong card because I kept thinking about things between men and women, fantasizing about what it would be like if I had a one-night stand with all three of them.

Any one of them would make me incredibly happy. The best would be with the eldest sister. Just being able to hug her voluptuous body would be a pleasure.

Since the four of us were playing cards sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed), I pretended to be uncomfortable from sitting cross-legged for too long, so I stretched my legs out and unconsciously touched my toes to my eldest sister's buttocks. Her buttocks were hard and firm, and she didn't seem to react at all, continuing to play cards. It seemed her skin wasn't very sensitive.

I then stretched out my other leg and touched my second sister's buttocks. Her buttocks were fluffy and soft, feeling like a dough ball. My second sister, however, was very sensitive; she laughed and pinched my foot, saying, "You stinky little feet, where are you putting them?"

My younger sister and I were sitting opposite each other, and since we were in a group, my feet and hands couldn't touch her. I could only steal glances at her crotch out of the corner of my eye. She was wearing shorts, and I desperately tried to see the crotch of her shorts, but I couldn't see anything. However, I did have a big surprise: I finally saw her unconsciously scratch her genitals a few times.

The game of cards went on for who knows how long. The adults were all asleep, and my little sister was tired too, clamoring to go to bed. My eldest sister said, "You can sleep here too." I was overjoyed. After she made up my bed, I obediently lay down next to her. I felt a little uneasy. My eyes were fixed on her every move.

Watching her take off her outer clothes and trousers, her breasts became even more prominent. I could vaguely see her nipples.

I also glanced at the legs of her shorts; her thighs were very thick, and the shorts were pulled tightly to her upper thighs, so I couldn't see anything.

After lying down, I suddenly felt that six people sleeping on one large kang (heated brick bed) was already quite crowded. Because my eldest sister's parents were lying in the front, and the two adults took up a lot of space, we children huddled together tightly. My eldest sister was pressed close to me, even turning over was a bit difficult for her.

But I was very happy because I could be so close to her, and even through a thin layer of clothing, I could feel her strong body and well-developed muscles. My eldest sister quickly fell asleep, her breathing even and steady. I secretly placed my hand on her body. Every part of her body was hard—her buttocks, her breasts, her abdomen.

Of course, I didn't dare touch them directly, much less forcefully. I just pretended to change positions while sleeping, casually tossing my hand over to a certain part of her body, letting myself feel the stimulation of a woman's flesh. But I didn't dare move my hand around, afraid she would become suspicious, afraid of waking her.

Because she had done a lot of work during the day, my older sister must have been very tired. She was sleeping soundly and didn't pay any attention to my hand on her body. Perhaps because the nerves in her skin were not naturally very sensitive, she didn't feel much when my hand touched her. I simply became bolder and carefully slipped my hand inside her shorts. When my hand touched my older sister's lower abdomen, my body suddenly felt hot. My breathing quickened.

A feeling of unprecedented bliss spread rapidly throughout my body from my hand, which was touching my older sister's lower abdomen. My body felt like it was being electrocuted, tingling and numb. My sister's lower abdomen was smooth and warm, and with her even breathing, her flat stomach trembled slightly. I was so tense that I could hardly breathe.

My sister was sleeping on her side with her back to me, and I pressed my chest against her back. I could feel that her back was very firm. My hand touched her lower abdomen for a while, felt it for a while, and felt comfortable for a while. My desire grew stronger.

I could no longer be satisfied with just my sister's lower abdomen. I slowly reached my hand towards her genitals, quickly touching the pubic hair below her lower abdomen. But my hand didn't actually reach her vulva; the pubic hair I touched grew above her vulva and below her lower abdomen. My heart was pounding; I felt like I was suffocating.

She was sleeping on her side with her back to me, her two thick thighs crossed. Her legs were very strong and tightly pressed together, her vulva tucked between them. The muscles on her legs were very full, and my hand couldn't penetrate deeply; I didn't dare go any further. I only lingered in that triangular area for a moment.

I thought for a moment, then withdrew my hand and slipped it back into the back of my older sister's underwear to touch her buttocks. The elastic band at the waistband was loose, making it easy for my hand to slip inside and quickly reach her buttocks. When my hand touched the muscles of her buttocks, I was incredibly excited.

My older sister's buttocks were round, smooth, firm, and cool to the touch—they felt amazing. If I could, I would love to kiss her buttocks, I would love to lick them with my tongue, and I wouldn't even flinch if she farted right then and there.

My hand lingered at the hook of her buttocks for a moment, then slowly moved forward along the cleft of her buttocks, the edge of which was slippery and felt incredibly comfortable. Suddenly, I touched her pubic hair. My hand trembled violently, and my whole body shook uncontrollably. I calmed myself down and boldly placed my hand on her pubic hair. It was thick and stiff, like an old man's beard.

I gently parted her pubic hair with my fingers, then slipped my fingers inside, finally touching her soft labia. Those were the labia of the "big sister" I had seen before! My trembling intensified, my reaction became more intense, a surge of heat rushed through my body, and my head spun. I touched her labia with my fingers, fully enjoying the softness, moisture, and warmth of her vulva.

I mustered my courage once more and slipped my finger between my older sister's labia. It felt wet and hot inside, sticky and slippery, tight. The tender flesh there was incredibly delicate and soft. I felt this was a man's home, a paradise a man longed for. If I could insert my penis into my older sister's vagina, I would die happy.

I didn't dare to make any big movements, just enjoying the sensation of my finger inside her. I was already very happy. Even though it was just a finger, not my penis, it was already quite an achievement that my finger could reach my older sister's vagina. What would happen if I put my pee-pee inside? I would die of happiness!

My fingers were inserted into my older sister's vagina, and the pleasurable sensation quickly spread throughout my body. I suddenly realized that my penis had swelled up rapidly. It had become a big penis, as hard as it could possibly be. I touched my older sister's vagina with one hand and my own penis with the other.

I never imagined that my penis would become so big and thick at this moment. I couldn't wait to put it into my older sister's vagina as well. At this moment, I was even more impulsive and bolder. I pulled my hand away from my older sister's vulva and began to boldly and slowly pull down her panties.

I pinched the elastic band of her panties at the waistband and slowly pulled them down. Soon, half of her buttocks were exposed. I then forcefully pulled open the elastic band of her panties, and her butt crack was also partially revealed. My body started to heat up.

At that moment, I desperately wanted to pull her shorts all the way down, to expose both of her buttocks, but no matter what I did, I could only show the upper half of her buttocks. Because she was very sturdy and heavy, the elastic band of her shorts was stuck at her hip bones where the mattress was pressed down, and I couldn't pull it down any further. The lower half of

her buttocks just wouldn't show. Since I couldn't expose her buttocks completely, I had to control the upper part of her buttocks first, and then slowly pull the elastic band down. Although I couldn't pull it down at the hip bones, once the elastic band was stretched, the upper half of her buttocks was exposed. With a little more force, her buttocks were basically fully exposed.

With one hand, I tightly pulled down the elastic band of her shorts, dragging it over her buttocks to expose more of her large, round bottom. With my other hand, I grasped my hard penis and gently inserted it into the deep crevice of her buttocks. My hard, large penis slowly slid in along her buttocks, and my body slowly pressed forward. At that moment, I felt incredibly comfortable all over. It was a feeling of floating on air.

My body and my penis moved forward together, and soon my front was pressed tightly against her back. My lower abdomen was pressed tightly against my older sister's firm buttocks, and the head of my penis slowly pushed against her soft labia through her thick pubic hair.

I was overjoyed, I was so happy. My body trembled violently, pressed tightly against the older sister's back. My hard, erect penis was pressed against her vulva. If I pushed upwards a little more, I could insert my penis into her vagina. How wonderful that wet, warm little hole would be!

My happiness was about to come. I was about to penetrate her. I was happy, excited, thrilled, and so nervous I dared not breathe. I parted her labia with my hands, aimed my glans at the center, and continued to push it in. My glans could already feel the warmth of her vagina. If I just pushed in slowly with a little more force, I would be in heaven. I would be a god.

Suddenly, I felt a surge of heat, like an electric current coursing through my body. A happiness I'd never experienced before, a numbness I'd never felt before, an infinite bliss, an infinite bittersweet feeling, an infinitely pleasurable sensation washed over me. My body convulsed, a convulsion that felt like death, or perhaps a final farewell.

With this sudden, mysterious pleasure, a sticky substance shot from my penis, landing on my older sister's pubic hair and quickly trickling down her buttocks. A wave of panic washed over me; I knew this was ejaculation. I knew I had lost my virginity. I was no longer a virgin.

I had given my first time to my older sister. But she knew nothing of it.

I felt incredibly good. I was so excited that I never thought that a man would feel so comfortable when he ejaculates. It was the most comfortable moment in life. At that moment, I forgot everything. I forgot that my whole family was sent to the countryside, that I was a landlord, and that I was sleeping in someone else’s house. Here, I forgot that the woman next to me was the eldest sister I liked very much...

I touched the eldest sister's vagina with my hand, and it was all covered with my semen. It was sticky, warm, and had a fishy smell. I was panicked, happy, and refreshed, not to mention the comfortable feeling. I also don’t know why men feel so comfortable, feel so good, and forget everything when they ejaculate.

At this time, I thought to myself, if they find out, it’s worth beating me! It would be a good deal for me to go to jail. This is so bold.

I paused for a moment, listening quietly. No one on the kang (heated brick bed) was awake; they were all fast asleep. My penis gradually softened, and I felt it first leave my older sister's labia, then her thick pubic hair, then pass over her hard buttocks, then over the elastic band of her shorts, and then hang down.

I pressed my vest against the center of my older sister's buttocks a few times. I dared not wipe, afraid of waking her. But I couldn't leave this dirty stuff untouched; if my older sister woke up and found this sticky stuff, and she started yelling, I was doomed.

I pressed my vest against my older sister's genitals for a moment; I guess the semen was absorbed onto my vest, since vests back then were all made of cotton. Since it can absorb water, it can absorb semen, right?

My older sister is still sleeping; her sleeping posture is beautiful, sweet, and peaceful. I think it would be wonderful to marry her. Although she's older than me, she's beautiful and capable. I'll bring her back to the city so she can enjoy a comfortable life with me. She's beautiful and hardworking; she can do everything.

I think our future will be good, and I'll treat her well. I'll be a good husband to her… If I could marry her, we could take off our clothes and have sex properly. I would insert my entire penis into her vagina. What would it feel like to be fully inserted? I don't know.

But I believe it would be the most beautiful moment of my life.

I was getting sleepy and wanted to sleep. Just as I drifted off, my older sister moved. She turned over, changed her position, and fell asleep again. I noticed she was lying flat on her back, sleeping with her face up. Listening to her even breathing and watching her large breasts rise and fall, I didn't want to sleep anymore.

Suddenly, a new thought popped into my head: I wanted to touch her breasts. Usually, I only tried to feel and imagine what her breasts looked like through her full chest, but they were never exposed. Even when she urinated at night, I could see her buttocks and genitals, but I never saw her breasts.

At that moment, I pretended to roll over and casually placed my hand on my older sister's chest, right on her breasts. Although I could feel those two firm, round mounds of flesh, there was definitely a layer of cloth between us—a very stiff and thick layer. Back then, rural girls didn't wear bras. Underneath, they wore a very small, tight-fitting garment made of very sturdy fabric, called a "xiayi" in ancient times.

This garment had no buttons; it was a rigid tube that was simply pulled over the head to control breast development and prevent the chest from being too high when dressed. This was a custom of women in ancient China, and also a custom of rural girls at that time. They believed that it was unsightly for a girl to have a pair of large breasts.

I held my hand on the older woman's chest for a while, but the thick, tight-fitting clothes were affecting my sensation. So I moved my hand away and slowly reached up from under the clothes, trying to slip my hand inside to touch her breasts. But I failed; the clothes were really tight, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get my hand in.

After a lot of effort, I could only manage to insert two fingers before I couldn't go any further. Before my fingers even touched her breasts, I was afraid that forcing them in would wake her, so I pulled my two fingers out. I originally intended to just pull my hand back and be done with it.

But as soon as my hand touched her belly, the smooth, delicate feel, the warm, firm sensation, aroused me once again. I slid my hand down her belly, slipping it inside her shorts, touching her lower abdomen, and soon her pubic hair. I even touched her vulva from the front; the flesh there was plump and soft. The feeling was incredibly stimulating.

I lost control again, trembling slightly. I boldly reached my hand over her pubic bone, finding her labia. I used my fingers to part them, slipping my middle finger inside. It felt slippery, soft, and warm. At the same time, I felt strange. Her whole body was firm and hard, so why was the flesh inside her vagina so soft? What puzzled me even more was how soundly my older sister slept, so easily unawakable.

Was she pretending to be asleep so I could touch her?

I knew she had dropped out of school a long time ago. At home, she was bossed around by the adults. Her two parents were always busy with production in the production team, and her two younger sisters were still in school. So, my older sister got up very early every day to cook, feed the pigs, chickens, dogs, and sheep. She didn't have time to sleep at noon, and in the evening, she would play with us for a while.

To be honest, if my older sister didn't play with us, it wouldn't be fun. She was just too tired and overworked. That's why she slept so soundly at night. It seemed that even if I made a bigger move, she wouldn't wake up, and her parents, being even more tired, wouldn't wake up either. So, my desires grew even stronger, and an even bolder idea arose.

I pretended to roll over, pressing one arm and one leg onto her body. She still didn't react, so I pressed my entire body against hers, essentially embracing half of her. Half-embracing her firm body, listening to her even breathing, feeling the rise and fall of her chest and abdomen, I felt incredibly comfortable.

This was the first time in my life I had embraced a woman, and it was the woman I loved most. Even though she was asleep, her body still gave me comfort, happiness, and pleasure. I silently embraced half of her body like that, and I don't know how much time passed, but my desire swelled again. I felt I couldn't be completely satisfied.

I slowly moved my entire body up to her, pressing my whole body against hers, feeling like her father pressing against her mother. My sister's body was amazing; a young man on top of her, and she was still fast asleep. I could feel her breath hitting my face.

Looking at her hazy, beautiful face, at her sensual lips, I really wanted to lean down and kiss her, but I didn't dare, afraid of waking her. So I focused my feelings on my body; my chest pressed against her breasts, my stomach against her stomach, my thighs against her thighs. I gently pressed myself against my sister, carefully savoring the sensation of the woman's flesh beneath me.

What does it feel like to have a young man pinning a young woman down, a young man on top of a young woman? It feels amazing, blissful, and thrilling. I tentatively lifted my buttocks, aiming my hard penis at her vulva. I really wanted to imitate her father and thrust it in hard, just like she did with her mother.

That should be the greatest happiness in life, but that happiness is still far away from me, because my older sister's legs were tightly closed, and she was wearing shorts. I knew that there was no way to pull those shorts down. Even if I could pull open a triangle around her abdomen, I couldn't pull them down below her buttocks; her buttocks would trap her shorts. But having come this far, I didn't want to get off the older sister.

I quietly pulled my shorts down to my buttocks, fully exposing my hard member. Then, with one hand, I pulled down the elastic waistband of her shorts. Although the lower part was stuck on her buttocks and couldn't be pulled down further, preventing her buttocks from being exposed,

I still managed to pull the elastic waistband down to her genitals, stretching it into a large triangle shape. Her lower abdomen and genitals were finally fully exposed. I slowly pressed down on her, gently trying to insert my hard penis into her vagina. I knew I couldn't go in because her legs were tightly closed,

and I couldn't use too much force. I felt like I only reached the outside of her labia, probably pushing them back in. I could feel a few pubic hairs blocking my glans, like a net over her vaginal mask, preventing me from inserting further. I had no choice but to lower my penis, placing the head down against her genitals.

I lay on top of her, my penis against her genitals, my arms wrapped around her body, my mouth very close to hers. I was completely enjoying her body.

The elastic band of her shorts started to tighten from below her vulva, stopping at the base of my penis. Because my penis was still pressed against her labia, I couldn't penetrate her, but I couldn't loosen it either. The elastic band of her shorts constricted the base of my penis, making it very uncomfortable,

but compared to the pleasurable sensation throughout my body, it was insignificant. For a young man, it was the first time in his life that he was on top of a young woman, holding her tightly, and pressing his penis against her vaginal opening—that was enough. I was satisfied.

My chest pressed against her breasts, my lower abdomen against hers, my pubic hair against hers, and my penis against her crotch. Although it wasn't inside her vagina, it was already making me feel incredibly good.

I thought that if she could spread her legs and open her vagina, I would thrust all the way in, then pull out and thrust back in. If my hips could move up and down, and I could thrust my penis in and out of her body a few times, I would be the happiest person in the world.

My mouth was getting closer and closer to hers. I could feel the softness and warmth of her lips. In a moment of lust, I kissed her. That kiss sent a shiver through my body, a spasm, and I ejaculated a bunch of sticky semen.

I held the eldest sister tightly, enjoying myself to the fullest. At that moment, I really couldn't describe the feeling. It reminded me of a folk song sung by a rural artist: "Heavenly card, earthly card, I don't love them, I just hold that human card in my arms, my whole body goes numb, my joints open, and my juices flow out..."

I slowly moved my body off the eldest sister's body, pulled my already limp thing back from between her legs, and felt the elastic band of her shorts bounce back from her genitals to her stomach.

It's likely that I pulled it too tight for too long, causing it to lose its original elasticity, so it didn't retract back to my older sister's waist. A lot of her large belly was still sticking out, along with her beautiful navel…

Lying next to her, I felt myself sweating. I kept wondering what state my older sister was in at that moment. Was she really sleeping soundly and pretending to be asleep, or was she deliberately enjoying herself? Or was she giving me face to avoid embarrassing me? Who knows, maybe tomorrow she'll find a chance when no one's around to scold me, or even beat me up.

II.

In the morning, I was awakened by a series of "creak, creak" sounds. I opened my eyes and looked down at the floor; it was my older sister who had gotten up early. She opened the cabinet, pulled out a pair of shorts, quickly took off her own shorts, and then quickly put on the new ones.

In that instant of taking off and putting on her shorts, I saw the boss's completely exposed genitals. Her genitals were beautiful, especially the area where her thighs met her buttocks—exquisitely beautiful, exquisitely crafted. Her pubic hair was neatly arranged, and the shape of her labia was like a blooming flower, alluring and captivating.

As she forcefully pulled the shorts on, I suddenly remembered the last time I ejaculated on her last night. Afterwards, I fell asleep; how could I have forgotten to wipe her clean? My semen must have soiled her shorts. That's why she got up early to change. Oh no, this is bad.

Will she scold me? Will she hit me? Will she tell my parents? Will she never speak to me again? If I lose my older sister because of this one act of recklessness, then I've lost so much. I've lost everything. I don't dare think about it anymore. I just secretly watched her

older sister change her shorts, turn around to leave the counter, then hesitate for a moment and reopen the counter.

She found another tight-fitting bodysuit in the cabinet. She forcefully pulled it over her head; it was really tight, and it took her a lot of effort to get it off.

The moment she removed the bodysuit, her two enormous breasts sprang out from under the small garment. So big, so white, so beautiful! Like two white mountain peaks, like two steaming hot buns, or like two exquisitely crafted white porcelain bowls turned upside down on her chest. She reminded me of a grand nautilus in a Western oil painting…

Seeing her breasts, I was stunned. How could those breasts be even more beautiful than her buttocks? They possessed a unique beauty, a true treasure. I thought, there couldn't be anything more beautiful in the world. It was then that I realized the most beautiful parts of a woman's body are her breasts, followed by her buttocks. That beauty is boundless, possessing eternal allure, forever attracting men's gaze and forever igniting their desires.

Perhaps it is because of a woman's full breasts and rounded buttocks that a man's life is filled with sunshine. Perhaps it is because of a woman's full breasts and rounded buttocks that men go to work, toil, and strive for official positions and wealth. Whether it's official position or wealth, isn't it all for women?

I am not an official, nor have I become wealthy, but now, just seeing a woman's body, seeing a woman's breasts and those beautiful buttocks, is enough for me.

Only now do I realize that compared to a woman's breasts and buttocks, her most hidden genitals are actually quite ugly, like an old man's withered mouth, wrinkled and covered in black hair. Yet, how did that become a man's ultimate goal? A woman's body is beautiful; a man should be satisfied just to hold her. Why must he insert his thing into that filthy hole to achieve his goal?

Why do men insist on sending their own things there? I can't explain it, but I know my goal hasn't been achieved yet. I also want to experience it myself.

For several days, I felt like I had committed a terrible crime. I didn't dare look my older sister in the eye, only secretly observing her. She acted as if nothing had happened, still energetically combing her hair, washing her face, feeding the pigs, and sweeping the yard. Her fit body bustled about inside and outside the yard…

I thought it must be a coincidence. Maybe she really just wanted to change her underwear that day, maybe it wasn't because I had dirtied her clothes.

But one day, as we passed each other in the kitchen hallway, she gave me a reproachful look, then turned and walked away. I was incredibly flustered and couldn't sleep well for several days. I racked my brains, trying to decipher her gaze.

One day, when we were alone together, she suddenly said, "One night I had a dream that our big yellow dog was on top of me, pressing down on me so I couldn't breathe. I wanted to push it off, but there were good things about it that I couldn't bear to part with it; I love our dog..."

Hearing her words, I felt my face flush, my whole body burn, and my heart pound. I didn't know if she was really dreaming or if she was hinting at something. But what kind of hint was it? Was it telling me to continue, or to stop? I pondered this deeply, unable to extricate myself.

During this period, the national situation changed; Deng Xiaoping returned to power. Various undertakings experienced a resurgence. News also came to Dad from the county town, saying that his work unit was still recruiting talent and wanted to transfer them back to the county town. Dad and Mom were so happy they didn't sleep for days. I wasn't happy. I didn't want to go back to the city, I didn't want to leave my older sister and the others, and more importantly , my goal hadn't been achieved yet.

A few days later, Dad and Mom's mood suddenly cooled down again. Dad said to me: "Now they've started cracking down on the right-wing reversal of verdicts, and Deng Xiaoping has stepped down again." But this gave me hope, like spring approaching and the cold air alternating. Your mother and I will have to go back to the city sooner or later, but we can't take you with us because you're already eighteen. According to the current policy, children of those sent to the countryside who are over eighteen cannot return to the city with their parents.

But you can't live in this remote place forever. You have to study hard, find a chance to go to university, and then you can be assigned back to the city. I heard that the college entrance exam is about to be reinstated. I believe you have hope.

Dad made a study plan for me and told me to start reviewing for the college entrance exam.

But my mind is always on my older sister, thinking about her breasts, her buttocks, her genitals, her beautiful body. I can't concentrate on anything. Math has fallen apart, and physics and chemistry are also neglected. Only literature is somewhat acceptable, because I enjoy writing diaries, poems,

and essays. However, I haven't memorized much of the Tang and Song poetry. Lines like "Thunderous drums and trumpets sound by the riverbank, after crossing a hundred beaches, the road ends in despair..." are truly meaningless and dry. On the other hand, a few colorful ancient poems captivated me, and I memorized them after just one reading. This is

from Guo Moruo's "Tiger Tally": "

I compare your loving mouth

to a wine cup,

an inexhaustible wine that intoxicates me;

I compare your two nipples to two grave mounds, where I wish to be buried deep, never to raise my head again..." "

Waiting for me in the mulberry grove,

inviting me to the palace (to have sex with her)..."

In the blink of an eye, everything in the book became blurred. Then, my older sister's voluptuous figure appeared before my eyes. She smiled and waved at me. She squatted down to urinate, revealing her buttocks. She took off her tight clothes, revealing her breasts. I really couldn't imitate her anymore. I can't forget my older sister.

That day, Li, the carpenter from our village, brought a young man to my older sister, saying he was a potential match for her, so they could meet and see how he looked. The young man was in his early twenties, not very tall, and a little hunchbacked, but he was quite handsome, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, a straight nose, and a square mouth. He spoke in a strong, clear voice.

Li, the carpenter, said he was a militia company commander from another town, and his parents were both Party members, with a very promising political future. The young man was very satisfied with my older sister in many ways. He had agreed, but as he was leaving, he suddenly asked the older woman, "What's your family's class background?"

Without hesitation, she replied, "My family is from a landlord family."

The young man was stunned. He asked Carpenter Li, "Why didn't you tell me about her family background?"

Carpenter Li said, "I'm a carpenter, all I know is carpentry. When I saw wood, I look at the black lines drawn on it. I never consider class lines. I never care about background when I look at people; I just want someone who makes me feel comfortable. When I was working for you, your father told me to find you a partner. He said as long as she's pretty, capable, tall, and a good girl, that's fine. He didn't mention class background at all. Besides, where would I find one?" "So, a girl with general education?"

the young man asked. "Does that even need to be said? In today's society, under the current circumstances, when looking for a partner, political conditions must be the top priority. You're just like that: head down, sawing, never looking up to see where you're going."

After seeing the young man off, Carpenter Li returned and said to everyone, "Look at him, what kind of jerk is he, showing off like a fool? It's alright, I'll introduce you to someone who doesn't care about class background. This time I'll definitely ask carefully. As long as he doesn't mind that you're from a landlord family, that's fine. Anyway, I've been doing carpentry work outside since I was an adult, I've met plenty of young men."

Sure enough, not long after, Carpenter Li brought another young man to the older sister, saying it was this one... The young man's family lived in a commune outside the village. They were well-off; his father was the brigade secretary, and he himself was the village's barefoot doctor. Although his father was a Party member, he simply treated patients and didn't care about class background.

The man said he was 25, but he looked at least 30. He was short, slightly hunchbacked, his face covered in acne and freckles, his eyes were small, his eyebrows sparse, his mouth slightly crooked, his teeth yellow, he stuttered, and had terrible bad breath. My older sister looked at him, then at me. Her face remained expressionless, and she didn't say a word.

I compared myself to the young man in the mirror on the north wall of my sister's house, and for the first time, I realized… I was already a handsome young man. At that time, a movie called "The Scout" was showing in the village, and everyone said I looked like the movie star Wang Xingang. That's when I realized I was already a very handsome young man. At that moment, I deliberately straightened my posture, puffed out my chest, and stood next to that young man.

I secretly looked at my older sister. She looked at me, then at the young man, and then lowered her head. Her thick eyelashes covered half of her eyes.

The carpenter said to my older sister's parents, "Your eldest daughter is over twenty, it's time to settle her down. I know your daughter is prettier than my distant nephew, but you also have to think about it, in this day and age, whose family..." "How dare a poor peasant's son marry the children of you landlords? Wouldn't that be asking for trouble?

Last time I introduced you to that militia company commander, didn't he quit because he thought your backgrounds were bad and would affect their political future? Besides, if you marry someone from a bad background, your children will still be classified as landlords. Your descendants will never be able to change their fate. You must find someone from a good background; you have to think about the next generation. This red regime cannot be changed, it never will!"

Hearing this, I was shocked, extremely angry, and extremely saddened, because I also came from a landlord family. What kind of wife could I possibly find? I like my elder sister... I liked my second sister, and even more so my youngest sister, but it seemed none of them could be my wives. According to Carpenter Li, no girl would want to marry a landlord's son;

it looked like all three of them would have to marry poor peasants, even if they were blind, lame, deaf, foolish, or insane… To paraphrase Lu Xun, I was “out of rage.”

My eldest sister’s parents were watching her. Her gaze was fixed on the Mao Zedong quote on the mirror: “We vow to carry the Great Proletarian Cultural Revolution through to the end…”

Suddenly, she said, “Okay, I agree.” She turned her face away, as if she were crying. I left my eldest sister’s room, heavy-hearted and dejected.

For several days, I didn't go to their room or speak to my eldest sister. She seemed to be in a bad mood too; we often just passed each other without saying a word. She just stared intently at her work with her big, dark eyes.

My parents had gone to the city on business and wouldn't be back for several days. One evening, I was reading alone in my room when the door opened and my eldest sister came in, saying, "Come on in and have some fun. My parents went to the outer commune. They won't be back today."

I quickly asked, "Did they go to that barefoot doctor's house? Did they go to your boyfriend's house to discuss your marriage with his parents?"

My older sister nodded expressionlessly: "Yes, I'm getting married soon. I'm leaving soon.

" I said dejectedly, "Then let's talk at my place for a while..."

My older sister said, "No, it's already late. I have two younger sisters in the house. I'll be scared if they leave. Let's go play in our room instead. If I get married and leave, we won't have a chance to play anymore."

I had no choice but to go over.

The four of us played cards together. The game was quite boring. My older sister was always thinking about things. My eyes were fixed on my older sister, and my younger sister's eyes were fixed on me. I noticed that my younger sister's eyes weren't as big as my older sister's, but they were very bright and beautiful. If my older sister's eyes were "bright and sparkling," then my younger sister's eyes were "charming." Her squinting eyelids were captivating.

The younger sister had thin, long eyebrows and a rosy face; she didn't look like a villager at all, but more like an actress. She noticed me looking at her, gave me a playful glance, and then laughed, revealing two dimples. The second sister, seeing us looking at each other in the light, chuckled and said, "It's a pity we're all landlord's sons. Otherwise, you could choose one of us as a wife."

The younger sister said, "Brother, choose me! I'm the prettiest, but none of the young men in our village are as handsome as you. I don't want to end up like my eldest sister, marrying an ugly duckling. I want a handsome young man like you. I don't care if you're a landlord or not; I'm a landlord too. We two landlords can marry and have another landlord's son!"

Her words made everyone laugh.

Everyone laughed heartily, temporarily forgetting the pressure of the political environment. I picked up where my younger sister left off, saying, "Then you'll be a landlady someday!"

After a few jokes, my older sister cheered up, and we finally had a few fun games. Night deepened, everyone quieted down, even the village dogs stopped barking. My second sister was already incredibly sleepy. My younger sister also started clamoring to go to sleep, so my older sister tucked me in. She looked at me with her beautiful eyes and said, "You sleep here too. Maybe you won't have this chance again."

I nodded happily, and my eyes met my older sister's. Her eyes were large, dark, and bright. The moment our eyes met, I felt a surge of heat throughout my body.

I noticed my older sister's face flushed slightly. Her eyes held a wealth of emotions. I had a premonition of happiness.

I lay down next to my eldest sister, as was my habit. With the two adults not home, the kang (heated brick bed) should be quite spacious, but my sister still leaned very close to me. She lay quietly beside me, her beautiful eyes staring blankly at the ceiling. Looking at her face, listening to her even breathing, and watching her full breasts rise and fall, I didn't know what to say.

My second sister and youngest sister quickly fell asleep, snoring softly. Knowing the answer already, I asked my eldest sister, "Are you asleep?"

She said, "No. I can't sleep. "

I said, "Are you thinking about marriage ?"

She said, "It's best if we don't talk about that right now."

I said, "Then let's play a riddle. I'll tell you a riddle and you guess it." "

My older sister said, 'Then tell me.'

I felt a surge of nervousness and told her the first riddle: 'Hair on top, hair on the bottom, and a black grape inside.'

My older sister said, 'I know what it is, but I won't say, it's not nice to hear.'

I said, 'It's the middle of the night, there's no one else around, just the two of us, what are we afraid of? Tell me.'

My older sister said, 'Then I'll tell you, it must be something under a man's or woman's body, look at what you said, hair on top, hair on the bottom, and a…'"

I laughed and said, "You guessed wrong, big sister. The answer to this riddle is 'eyes.'"

For the first time, my big sister playfully hit me like a child: "You're so naughty! Say another one, let me guess."

I said again, "One head long hair, one head bald, pull it in and white fluid oozes out."

My big sister said, "I guess it's still about men and women, but I'm afraid you're playing a trick on me. I don't dare say."

I quickly said, "Tell me your interpretation first. Anyway, there's no one else here, I won't tell anyone. The adults aren't home, and they're both asleep. Now it's just the two of us in our own world." "It's time to relax a bit. Go ahead and say it. I promise I won't laugh at you. I think we've crossed all boundaries.

We can say anything that's taboo in the world now. This is a godsend, don't you think, sister?"

The older sister said, "Yes, I also cherish this free time we have now, so I dare to say anything.

I understand the riddle you mentioned—it's about a woman and a man having sex. The long hair on one end and the bald end is the man's thing; when it's inserted and pulled, white fluid comes out—that's what happens during that kind of thing."

I had intended to tell my older sister the answer, but after hearing what she said, I didn't want to give her the real answer anymore. I went along with it and asked, "Where did you see that? Did you have something with another man?"

My older sister quickly said, "What are you thinking? I've never done that kind of thing. When I was little, I was the first child, and my parents always held me while I slept. When they did 'that,' they were afraid of touching me, so they pushed me aside, waking me up several times. I secretly watched them do it.

I remember it was early morning, just as dawn was breaking. They were about to do it, so they pushed me into the kang (heated brick bed), and I slept at their feet. Suddenly, something kicked me a few times..." I opened my eyes and saw Dad on top of Mom. Dad had inserted that thing inside Mom's body…

My older sister suddenly covered her face and stopped talking. I quickly shook her arm and said, “Keep going, sister! I want to hear it, I really want to hear it! Just tell me boldly! Anyway, men and women are all the same. We all came from our parents. Without those things, we wouldn't exist. It's a secret, so just tell me. Men and women, intertwined, everyone in the world knows that.”

My older sister continued, “Then my dad's buttocks were moving up and down, and that thing under him was inside Mom's body…” After a while, Dad lay on top of Mom, holding her tightly and not moving. I noticed his whole body was convulsing, while Mom's body was quite straight, even her legs were upright.

After a long time, Dad got off Mom. He pulled out, and then a lot of white stuff flowed out of Mom's body. I thought it must be something like: "One end long hair, one end bald, inserted and pulled, white oars emerge." After she finished speaking, she seemed embarrassed and put one arm and one leg on me, half-hugging me, and pressed her face close to mine. I felt her face was very hot.

My heart pounded, and I had a premonition, as if it was time for me to achieve my goal. I boldly put my hand... I gently stroked her stomach, and she didn't object. My hand slowly moved to her breasts, gently kneading them, and she didn't resist.

The older sister was enjoying herself with her eyes closed. Suddenly, I remembered something and said, "Sister, I remember you rode a horse."

She said, "Yes, some boys looked down on us girls, so I rode one and raced them, and I won."

I said to her, "Weren't you afraid of chafing your buttocks?"

She said, "I didn't feel it at the time, but when I got back, I found I was bleeding."

I quickly asked, "Was your buttocks chafed and bleeding?"

She said, "No, it was in the front."

I said, "Your hymen must be broken."

She nodded and said, "How do you know everything?"

I said, "I'm an adult now. I'm not a child anymore." As I spoke, I placed my hand on the eldest sister's genitals. She shuddered and pressed my hand down tightly with both hands. Even through the fabric of her underwear, I could feel the fluffiness of her pubic hair and the softness of her labia. I was overjoyed.

I was getting closer to my ultimate goal...

I boldly said, "Elder sister, let me give you another riddle."

She said, "Go ahead, anything is fine."

I mustered my courage and said, "Man on top of man, flesh within flesh, a pull and a movement, endless pleasure."

The eldest sister pressed my hand even tighter against her genitals with both hands. She said excitedly, "You don't need to explain, I know everything." As she spoke, she suddenly hugged me tightly, and my whole body felt like it was on fire. I hugged her tightly back, and my penis pressed against the big sister's thigh.

The eldest sister said, "Let me tell you a true story: One night, Dad and Mom were doing things, and Mom suddenly couldn't control herself and screamed, waking up the three of us sisters.

I knew what was happening, so I pretended to be asleep. My second sister opened her eyes and saw Dad on top of Mom, his buttocks moving constantly, forcefully slamming against his crotch. My second sister cried and hit Dad, saying, 'Get off! Get off! You'll hurt Mom if you keep pressing down like this!'

My second sister didn't know that Dad shouldn't get off at that crucial moment. I've heard that if a man gets off at that crucial moment, he'll die. I don't know if it's true or not, but my second sister didn't understand these things and kept pushing Dad down.

At this time, the youngest sister also woke up. She lay on top of Dad and Mom..." Looking between the two women, Mom quickly said, "Second Sister, don't push her down! You can't push her down! There's a fleshy rod inside Mom's belly!"

Hearing my eldest sister's story, I felt a surge of heat and hugged her tightly. Her full breasts pressed against my chest. I boldly reached into her shorts and touched her breasts directly. My older sister tightly clamped my hand between her thighs, preventing me from pulling it out. Her thighs were incredibly strong.

Her large hand also touched my penis. My voice trembled as I said, "Sister, just touch me. I really love it when you touch me. This is something I've longed for for so long. You touch me, and I'll touch you." We caressed each other like that, the feeling of bliss was indescribable.

My older sister started stroking my penis with her hand, and I inserted my fingers into her vagina, probing and moving them.

My voice trembled as I said, "Sister, let me tell you a story." "

While stroking my penis, my older sister panted, 'Tell me, tell me anything. This is our world now, just the two of us. We should enjoy ourselves. The surrounding environment is putting too much pressure on me. Tonight, let's both relax and have some happiness...'

My voice trembled as I began to tell my older sister a story. I said, 'In ancient times, there was a remote mountain valley where an old man and his daughter lived. This daughter was over twenty years old and still unmarried, so naturally, it was very itchy here...'"

(My finger moved slightly inside the older woman's vagina.)

I continued my narration: The girl was in the throes of youth, with strong desires, but she couldn't find a man. She often masturbated.

One day, a scholar on his way to the capital for the imperial examinations passed through this area and asked to stay at their house.

The old man and his daughter readily agreed. The girl was overjoyed. However, that evening, a band of musicians arrived. By the time they passed through, it was completely dark. They also wanted to stay at the old man's house. The girl didn't want them to stay, but the old man was kind-hearted. He said, "Our small kang (heated brick bed) can only sleep three people. Now, with this scholar on his way to the examinations, it's already full.

If you don't mind, you can sleep in the outer room in the kitchen." "Let's pile them up," said the lama craftsman. "Alright, one of us musicians is always out working, we can sleep anywhere. Just don't let us sleep in the courtyard." So everyone lay down to rest. The music band fell asleep. The old man fell asleep too.

On the small kang (heated brick bed), the three lay side by side. The old man slept in the middle, the scholar and the girl on either side. The girl tossed and turned, unable to sleep, staring at the scholar. She found him very handsome, and naturally, she felt a stirring in her heart.

But the scholar didn't sleep, nor did he look at the girl; he just lit the oil lamp and read. The girl said, "Go to sleep, you have to hurry on your way this morning

." The scholar said, "No rush. I'll read for a little while longer.

" The girl said again, "Go to sleep." Seeing that he was disturbing everyone's rest,

the scholar said, "It's alright, everyone's asleep anyway. Let me watch for a little longer."

The girl said again, "Go to sleep, you're wasting oil by leaving the lamp like that."

The scholar said, "It's nothing, I'll give you some silver when I leave tomorrow."

The girl said, "I've realized how silly you are, you don't understand girls at all..."

Hearing this, the scholar seemed to understand something and quickly blew out the lamp. The girl hurriedly took off her clothes, then crawled naked out of her bed, stepped over the old man in the middle, lifted the scholar's blanket, and crawled inside.

The scholar finally understood what was happening, and he quickly hugged the girl's naked body tightly. The girl hugged the scholar tightly, then kicked down his trousers with her feet. The scholar quickly stripped off his own clothes. The two naked people embraced again, kissing each other.

The girl's slippery body writhed like a snake in the scholar's arms, and his penis quickly hardened, repeatedly pressing against the girl's stomach.

The girl reached out and touched the scholar's hard penis, asking, "What is this?"

The scholar replied, "This is called 'Zhuangyuan' (状元, meaning 'top scholar's residence')."

The girl grabbed the scholar's hand and placed it on her genitals. The scholar touched the girl's genitals and asked, "What is this place?"

The girl hurriedly replied, "This place is the 'Zhuangyuan Mansion'."

The scholar said, "Since this is the residence of a top scholar, then the top scholar should be allowed to stay here."

The girl said, "Then please invite the top scholar into the residence." The girl lay flat on the kang (a heated brick bed), her legs spread apart, her breasts heaving as she looked at the scholar. The scholar rolled over and straddled her, taking his hard "top scholar's penis" and thrusting it into the girl's "scholar's residence" with a whoosh. The girl cried out and tightly embraced the top scholar's buttocks,

the two pressed tightly together. The scholar began to thrust violently into the girl, making her moan incessantly. With each thrust, he said, "The top scholar has entered the residence, the top scholar has entered the residence. Look, it's all in, it's all in. It's inside." As they went all the way in,

the girl said, "Come on, come in, all of you come in! Welcome the top scholar to the mansion! Ah... Hurry, hurry, push, push harder to get in, so those two lackeys can come in too..."

The scholar said, "Here I am. Here I am. I'm in. I'm in... in. All the way in. The top scholar has entered the mansion. It feels so good..."

Their movements became faster and more vigorous, making the small kang (heated brick bed) clang loudly. Finally, the two of them simply embraced each other and shouted loudly: "Ah... Ah... The top scholar has entered the mansion! Ah... Ah... Hurry, the top scholar has entered the mansion! The top scholar has entered the mansion! Ah, ah, in!"

Just then, the musicians sleeping on the pile of firewood had a dream. Hearing that the top scholar had entered the mansion, they took out their trumpets and started playing. The gongs and drums also started beating. They kept shouting, "The top scholar has entered the mansion! Play music to welcome him! The top scholar has entered the mansion! Play music to welcome him!"

Their shouts woke the old man. He asked groggily, "What's going on? What's going on? What top scholar has entered the mansion?"

Upon hearing this, the scholar hurriedly pulled his penis out of the girl's body, rolled over, and quickly closed his eyes, pretending to snore. The girl hurriedly crawled out of the scholar's bed, got up, stepped over the old man, and returned to her own bed. Just as she took a step, the sticky substance flowed out of her body and fell onto the old man's face.

The old man touched it and said, "What is this stuff? It's all sticky and got all over my face." As he wiped it off, he heard the sounds of suona horns, gongs, and shouts of "The top scholar has entered the mansion!" He thought for a moment, "Ah, that's right, the top scholar has entered the mansion, notices are posted at all four gates, how did he end up with this sticky stuff on my face?"

Hearing this, the older sister hugged me even tighter, her whole body trembling. She kissed me passionately, and I kissed her passionately too. Her vulva slid in my hand, and my penis slid in hers. As she stroked my penis, she asked me breathlessly, "What is this thing? It's so hard!"

I replied in a trembling voice, "This is, it's, it's the top scholar." After saying this, I kept moving my fingers inside her vagina. She was already very wet there, and fluid was flowing out. I hurriedly asked her, "Sister, where is this place?"

Her voice trembled, and she mumbled, "This is also the residence of a top scholar."

I quickly said, "Can I, the top scholar, come in?"

She said, "Sure, come in quickly. I've been waiting for a long time. Hurry, hurry, let the top scholar in!"

She quickly straightened her body, spread her shapely legs, and forcefully pulled off her tight-fitting clothes. Her breasts, those beautiful breasts, were suddenly revealed before me

. She stared at me with wide eyes. Her chest rose and fell. Her beautiful, round breasts trembled up and down.

I quickly pressed myself against her, hugging her tightly. I was now lying on her naked body.

My happiness was indescribable. My chest was pressed tightly against her full, large breasts, my lower abdomen pressed firmly against hers, and my penis was thrusting hard against her labia. I kissed her desperately, and she kissed me desperately. Her buttocks thrust upwards again and again, and my penis thrust downwards again and again. I caressed her beautiful breasts with my hands... Suddenly,

I used both hands to support my upper body, temporarily lifting my chest away from her beautiful breasts. My buttocks also rose, and my penis was positioned above her vulva, waiting like a sausage hanging in mid-air, waiting for a mouth below to devour it.

The older sister hurriedly spread her legs and used her hands to pry open her labia. Her vaginal opening was like a bright red mouth, completely open in front of my glans. I shifted my body, adjusted the angle, and slowly placed my glans on her vaginal opening.

She hurriedly said, "Hurry, put it in, put it in!"

I suddenly lowered my buttocks and thrust my waist forward. My penis slid all the way into the older sister's vagina with a "whoosh." I felt that her vagina was warm, slippery, sticky, and tight. The muscles inside her vagina contracted in waves, tightly gripping my penis.

It felt an unprecedented pleasure, an unprecedented happiness, an unprecedented joy. I bent down and hugged my older sister's naked body tightly. The feeling of embracing such a beautiful girl was unparalleled happiness.

The night was dark, society was oppressive, and the situation was severe. Yet, in these extraordinary years, in these difficult circumstances, heaven bestowed upon us a wonderful opportunity. My older sister and I, two hearts blooming amidst hardship, finally blossomed.

My older sister held my buttocks tightly, allowing my penis to penetrate even deeper. I kissed her lips, my chest rubbed against her breasts, my lower abdomen pressed against hers, and my penis thrust into her vagina with all its might, all the way in. I kept pushing, all the way in. She kept arching upwards. It was as if this was a passion that had been suppressed for so long by the hardships of life.

At that moment, we were both crazy. We both lost control. We felt like we were in heaven.

We were in paradise.

My pubic bone was pressed against the eldest sister's pubic bone, and our pubic hair was intertwined. The eldest sister's vaginal muscles were soft and tightly wrapped around my penis.

She hugged me tightly, and I hugged her tightly. The eldest sister put her tongue into my mouth, and I sucked on her tongue hard. It tasted very sweet. I swallowed all her saliva. Our mouths were to each other, chests to chests, bellies to bellies, pubic hair to pubic hair, and legs to legs. My hard thing was wrapped tightly in her body. We were completely one, inseparable.

She clung to me desperately, and I held her tightly. I wanted to thrust a few times, to let her experience the pleasure of being a man. I wanted her to experience the greatest joy in life. But then, my body shuddered and convulsed; my semen erupted like magma, like a flood bursting its banks, shooting irresistibly into her body.

I convulsed on top of her for a long time, and she held me even tighter.

I felt like I was being melted by fire. I seemed to melt into her embrace. I felt I had reached the highest realm of life, with no regrets. I had no other desires. This was the pinnacle of life.

After a moment, I calmed down and hurriedly asked the older sister, "Does it hurt?" The older sister said, "No, it doesn't hurt at all. I feel very comfortable, really. This is the most comfortable I've ever felt before. It's just that it was too short." As she spoke, she hugged my buttocks tightly again, making me push my penis hard into her body.

I originally wanted to pull out and lie down to rest, but my older sister held me tightly and wouldn't let go, so I continued to press myself against her. My penis was still inside her, not pulled out.

My older sister hugged me, kissed me, and said indistinctly, "Good brother, you've brought me happiness, really, it feels so good, what kind of feeling is this, I can't describe it, it's really so wonderful. It feels so good, can we do it again? Good brother, give your sister one more time. I need it, I really need it. I can't easily give my body to that ugly man..."

I knew I had already ejaculated, but I found that my penis was strange. Even though I had already ejaculated, it couldn't fight anymore, it was already soft. The size hadn't changed much; that is, even after I ejaculated and it went soft, it was still the same length and thickness. Since my older sister still wanted it, I should satisfy her even if I lost my passion.

I said to her, "Okay, let's do it again." I tried to move my hips up and down on her body, trying to make my penis go in and out of her vagina. I thought this would make her feel better. Because of her well-developed muscles between her legs, her vaginal muscles contracted very strongly. As soon as I lifted my hips, my penis "whooshed" out of her body, and her body twitched.

At the same time, she let out a "ouch."

I asked the older woman, "What's wrong?" She said, "The moment you pulled out, I felt so good. It felt so good!"

I quickly said, "Then I'll make you feel good again." I aimed my penis at her and tried to insert it, but I couldn't get it in no matter what I did; I almost bent it.

The older sister laughed and said, "I'd better open my legs. If I keep them closed, even a rapist probably won't be able to do anything."

The older sister opened her legs and even spread her labia. Her big eyes burned with passion and boundless tenderness, like a longing, like a fire burning within her. It was the pent-up sexual desire of a beautiful country girl that had been suppressed for many years. For the sake of the older sister, I had no choice but to slowly insert my soft thing little by little with my hand. It was soft and weak, but finally, it was all inside the older sister's big vagina.

To please my older sister, I continued thrusting in and out, but it slipped out several times, and she had to use her hand to push it back in. She said, "Don't pull it out anymore, just leave it here. I'm enjoying it too." She gripped my penis tightly, her body writhing, enjoying my soft penis.

Then she began to moan softly, her body continuing to writhe, her chest rising and falling. Her moans were so beautiful, so alluring, so intoxicating.

I kissed her lips, embraced her shoulders, rubbed my chest against her breasts, and pressed my inner thighs tightly against her full inner thighs. Looking at her beautiful face, a feeling of blissful joy welled up inside me. Slowly, I felt my blood heat up again, my desire returned, and my penis gradually hardened, soon returning to its initial hardness.

This time, I should make my older sister feel good. I propped myself up with my arms, creating space between us. I slowly pulled my penis out of her vagina, then suddenly thrust it in hard again. My sister cried out, "Ah!" I quickly asked, "Does it hurt?"

She said, "No, it feels good." So good.

I slowly pulled my penis out, then suddenly thrust it in hard again, repeating this over and over. My sister arched her back, responding to my moans.

I knew she was feeling incredibly good. I also felt like a real man now. I thrust into my older sister with all my might, feeling my penis grow harder and stronger. Seeing her blissful expression, I knew she was ecstatic. I increased my speed and force, making her body slam into me with loud "squelch, squelch."

Her body was straight, her breasts erect, her legs and feet tense.

Seeing her tense her feet to cooperate with my thrusts reminded me of the foot-binding tradition of ancient women.

I'd heard that women bound their feet to make it more pleasurable for men. I'd heard that after foot-binding, the muscles in the feet, thighs, and even the muscles around the vagina would tighten.

So, when a man's penis entered, both man and woman felt great.

Now I see my older sister has her legs stretched out too. I know her vaginal muscles must be tense too. I really feel like every time I insert my penis, it's very difficult, but the more difficult it is, the more comfortable it feels. I seem to hear the "crackling" sound of muscles rubbing together, like chopping vegetables with a cleaver, "swish, swish, swish," or like cutting the ground with a sickle, "snap, snap, snap." Anyway, those sounds made us feel incredibly comfortable.

My older sister closed her eyes and kept moaning. Suddenly, she hugged my neck tightly and said, "It's hard this time, really hard. I feel so good. I feel so good. Go for it. I'll do it. Use as much force as you can." Come on, go all out, even if you're a bull, I can handle it, come on... good...

good... I feel good... I feel so good. Ah...

Every time I pressed down, my older sister would thrust upwards, trying her best to meet me. I thrust hard, and the lustful fluid in my older sister's vagina kept flowing. I felt like I was inflating a bicycle. I slammed hard between my older sister's legs, and our muscles kept colliding with each other, making a "slap slap" sound. My older sister was so wet from being fucked that her moans were constant.

I moved faster and faster, harder and harder, almost like a madman, even though I had already penetrated all the way in. I thrust in forcefully, hitting my older sister's uterus several times. She groaned, "Ahhh!" For the first time, she abandoned all inhibitions; her facial expressions shifted constantly, her facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.

She struggled upwards, and I thrust downwards with all my might, the sounds of "squeak, squeak" echoing between us. Those sounds excited both of us immensely, and we quickly reached orgasm. I fucked her wildly, a torrential downpour. She tried to control her moans, only uttering "Ahhh... Ahhh..." sounds, but her body was already struggling.

I was completely out of control. I forgot everything around me and started screaming. The constant contractions of my older sister's vagina made me feel like my whole body was on fire. I felt a sudden spasm, and in an instant, even my bones went limp. I yelled, "Oh my god, it feels so good, sister, I'm letting go!"

My older sister almost screamed too, but she held back and just said in a deep voice, "Oh my god, that's great."

I immediately collapsed onto my older sister and didn't move. My older sister held me tightly, panting heavily, her whole body limp. Her muscles weren't as firm and strong as usual.

It was the first time I'd seen my older sister lying there like a puddle of mud. I was drenched in sweat. My older sister was also sweating a lot. Suddenly, my older sister said, "I never thought life could feel like this. It's so wonderful!

What is this feeling? It's so good! To experience this, even death would be worthwhile. To be able to do this with you for a while, I feel like I haven't lived in vain."

I knew my older sister had really enjoyed herself this time. I was really tired this time, lying on the side panting. My older sister quickly sat up and pulled a towel down from the curtain rod to wipe my sweat. Even the way she pulled the towel was so beautiful. Because she was naked, every time she swung her arm, her breasts bounced, which was truly captivating.

After wiping my sweat, she got up and made me a cup of sugar water. She was naked and walking back and forth on the floor to pour me water. Her naked body was so beautiful, flawless. Her thighs, her buttocks, her genitals—perfect. In a big city, being a nude model would be highly sought after.

Thirdly,

after my older sister finished her work, she climbed onto the kang (heated brick bed) and pulled me tightly into her arms, softly saying, "Good brother, thank you."

I hugged her tightly back. I felt like I was dreaming; I couldn't believe it was real, but it was real. This was no longer about sneaking my hand into my older sister's pants in the dead of night.

Now I truly held her in my arms; and I could touch every part of her body at will, no longer afraid, no longer trembling with fear. My dear sister, this country girl, with her strong, voluptuous body, is in my arms. I am such a lucky man!

I touch her belly, her buttocks, her pubic hair, her thighs—everything is wonderful. I kiss her breasts; they are sweet too.

Her breasts are like two freshly steamed, snow-white buns, each topped with a red date. I cup them in my hands, squeezing and kneading them vigorously. I can't get enough of them, so I try to bite them. My sister lets out a soft "Ah!" and laughs, saying, "Ha, that hurts!"

I rub her breasts, feeling embarrassed. My sister's body is so strong; she quickly regains her energy. Because I'm young, I also quickly forget my fatigue. We look at each other, neither of us wanting to sleep. We both cherish this pleasant night. The older woman said, "Tell me another story; yours is very moving."

So I told her, "I read a foreign book called *The Decameron*, which is full of stories about Western sexual liberation. I remember one story in it about a homeless man who passed through a small town and stayed at a small inn. There were no other customers that night. The innkeeper was a middle-aged man, and his wife was in her early thirties and very beautiful.

The homeless man said to the innkeeper, 'Your wife is very beautiful, but women age quickly after thirty. I have a way to turn your wife back to 18. The process is: I will first use magic to turn her into a donkey, and then use magic to turn the donkey into a human. At that time, she will be eighteen years old.'

The innkeeper said, 'Then you're done.' His wife agreed."

The homeless man said, "However, there's one condition: you must obey my every command. Do exactly as I tell you to do. If you don't, it won't work. Also, you can't stop me from doing anything, and you can't say a word. If you do, my magic will fail, and everything will be for nothing."

The shopkeeper and his wife agreed completely and urged the homeless man to begin.

The homeless man said, "Have your wife take off all her clothes."

The woman took off all her clothes.

The homeless man said, "She must also take off her bra and panties, completely naked, like a donkey ."

The woman then took off all her clothes. She really was completely naked.

Then the homeless man said to the woman, "Kneel on the floor, hands on the ground in front, and stick your butt out. Strike a donkey pose

." The woman did as he was told, limbs on the ground, buttocks raised.

The homeless man mumbled some incantations and began to perform his magic. First, he stripped himself naked. Then, naked, he circled around the woman. He walked up to her and said, "I must first put a donkey skin on you. Okay, I'm starting to put the donkey skin on you. After I've done that, you'll immediately turn into a donkey."

He then touched the woman's body all over, saying he was putting on a donkey skin, but actually he was just groping her.

He touched her breasts, her buttocks, her genitals, and even used both hands to stroke her pubic hair from behind. He also spread her labia. He even inserted his fingers into her vagina.

The shop owner felt uncomfortable, but they had agreed beforehand, so he couldn't say anything and could only watch as the homeless man's hands groped his wife's naked body.

The woman's labia were large and loose; after the homeless man spread them apart, her vulva seemed to open like two doors. At this point, the homeless man's penis was erect and very hard. He muttered to himself, "Wait a minute, I've already dressed her in a donkey skin, how come she hasn't turned into a donkey yet?

Ah, that's it, she doesn't have a tail, she's missing a tail. To turn her into a donkey, she needs a tail. The key is to give her a tail now. Alright, I'd rather give up my own good stuff to put a tail on her." As

he spoke, he knelt behind the woman, grabbed his long, big, hard penis, aimed it at the woman's anus, and thrust it in hard. Then, holding the woman's buttocks, he began to thrust.

The shopkeeper watched as the homeless man was having sex with his wife, his penis going in and out of her vagina, making a "glug-glug" sound, and the woman began to moan. The shopkeeper could no longer restrain himself. She kicked the homeless man to the ground and yelled, "You bastard, you were fucking my wife..."

The homeless man got up, put on his clothes, and said, "It's over, everything's over.

I told you not to talk, but you kept talking. It's no use. It's failed. All my efforts have been wasted. It can't be changed. Nothing can be changed. I told you not to talk, but you kept talking.

The magic doesn't work. It's all your fault. It's all your fault...

" The older woman listened carefully, but didn't laugh. Instead, she hugged me tightly and said, "Men doing this kind of thing from behind, we have it in the countryside too."

I was surprised: "Oh, rural people do it from behind? You know? You've seen it?"

The older woman said, "Once, I went to Li the carpenter's house to borrow a sieve from his wife. I went past their house from behind, following the east wall to their yard. Since it was summer, the doors and windows were open. As soon as I turned the corner, I heard strange noises coming from inside their house. It was the panting of a man and a woman, mixed with the slapping sounds of two bodies hitting each other, like one person slapping another, 'slap, slap,' going on and on.

I know Li the carpenter usually works away from home, and I've also heard that his wife and other women from the village..." She's connected to an electrician, maybe she's doing *that* with him right now. I quietly walked to their window, peeked inside, and sure enough, Li the carpenter's young wife was doing *that* with the electrician.

Li the carpenter is quite wealthy, and although he's not young, he has a beautiful young wife. Some people say that Li the carpenter's *thing* is no good, too soft, and can't satisfy his wife's needs. At this moment,

Li the carpenter's wife wasn't undressed; she was just lying on the edge of the kang (heated brick bed), unbuckled her belt, revealing her large buttocks—a very typical large buttocks of a rural woman. The electrician wasn't undressed either, just unbuckled his belt... His pants were pulled down to his thighs, exposing his crotch, and he inserted his penis into the woman's large buttocks from behind.

I saw the electrician holding the carpenter's wife's buttocks, thrusting into her repeatedly. The electrician would occasionally lean on top of her, and the woman would turn her head back, and the two would kiss. Seeing this, my whole body felt like it was on fire, and I quickly retreated, not going inside.

At that moment, my genitals were also wet. I thought, a man penetrating a woman's body from behind must feel very good. If you penetrate me from behind, I'll sit my whole buttocks in your lap, and you'll hold my buttocks while we fuck, it must be very good too. "After

the older sister finished speaking, she moved to between my legs..." She touched my penis and found it was hard again. She laughed and said, "Maybe it's because we've been talking about ass for so long, it's gotten a little too much. Look how hard you are, do you want to fuck my ass? Come on, I'll give you my ass."

She turned around, her back to me, offering me her round, plump ass. I touched her ass; it was slippery and cool, a really nice feel. As I touched it, I felt another surge of desire. I really wanted to try inserting into her ass with her. I reached down and touched the center of her ass; it was wet and slippery there.

I was incredibly excited. I shifted forward, pressing my hard penis against her vulva. I parted her labia with both hands, thrusting my penis forward and sliding it into her vagina.

She trembled slightly, pressing her buttocks forcefully into my lap, saying, "You found the right spot!"

I began to hold her large buttocks and thrust repeatedly. She responded to me, her entire large, white buttocks nestled in my lap, my penis moving back and forth along her hips—it felt incredibly good.

I remembered that night. I did it stealthily, my heart pounding. From behind my older sister, I pulled down her pants with one hand, exposing her buttocks, and with the other hand, I inserted my penis. I was terrified and extremely flustered. Now it was all real. I couldn't express how happy I was. It seemed I was quite fortunate.

But because we were both lying on our sides, our hips rubbed against the mattress as we thrust, which was very uncomfortable. The mattress slid back and forth on the bed, folding in the middle, which affected my and everyone else's sexual pleasure. I had to use my hands to straighten the mattress again and again.

The older sister said, "Anyway, that's how it is. I'll kneel on the kang and stick my butt out, and you can boldly do it from behind." As she spoke, she suddenly threw the quilt aside, knelt on the mattress, and stuck her butt out. The way her big butt was sticking out was indeed beautiful. I hurriedly knelt behind her, aimed at her private parts, then used my hands to spread her labia, aimed my glans at her vaginal opening, and thrust my hips forward, penetrating her.

The older sister let out a "Oh!" and pressed her buttocks tightly into my arms.

I lunged forward, she sat back, the slapping sounds echoing in the late-night room. We both grew increasingly excited, and I straddled her back, my hands reaching for her breasts, my mouth seeking hers. She turned her head sensitively, like a bird turning its head, offering her mouth to me. I continued to caress her breasts and kiss her lips while thrusting into her ass. Her ass was firm and incredibly sexy; to have fucked her big ass was enough for a lifetime.

By this time, I was drenched in sweat and panting heavily. But I tried my best to control myself and not ejaculate. The older sister said, "Are you very tired? I'll lie down on my back and you can lie on top of me and I'll insert it from above. You just need to move your butt."

I nodded and quickly pulled my thing out of her body, waiting for the older sister to change positions.

The older woman lay there with practiced ease, legs spread, her labia parted with her hands, her large, lustful eyes gazing at me intently, her breasts trembling. The moment I'll never forget is this: I leaned over her, one hand supporting my body, the other gripping my penis, which felt like a wooden stick, and thrust it forcefully into her. Then

I pressed my entire body against hers, with great force and intensity. I felt the head of my penis meet something hard and smooth inside her—her uterus. In farmers' terms, I had "fucked her all the way in." The older woman cried out, tightly gripping my buttocks.

And that's when the accident happened. It turned out she had pulled the blanket over my second sister's face. My second sister was already awake and had been staring at us for a long time.

Suddenly, she asked, "What are you two doing?"

Her question stunned my eldest sister and me. Perhaps this was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to me. I didn't know what to say. My heart was racing, and I couldn't speak for a moment.

My eldest sister reacted quickly, panting, "We were playing a game."

I hurriedly added, "Yes, it's a game for two people, but you and my younger sister are asleep, so my eldest sister and I had to play this kind of game."

My second sister squinted at me mysteriously and asked, "What's the name of that game? How do you play it?"

I hurriedly replied, "This game is called... it's called..." I racked my brains, while my eldest sister frowned and thought

quickly.

My second sister pressed me harder, shouting, "Tell me, tell me, what game is this? No thinking!"

I suddenly shouted, "Digging a well, digging a well! This game is called 'Digging a Well.' The man uses his penis as a drill, and the woman uses her vagina as a well. The man inserts the 'drill' into the woman's 'well' and moves it up and down. After a while, the 'water' naturally flows out." "Look, just like that," I said, and then checked my eldest sister's body a few more times.

My second sister tilted her head and squinted her eyes, asking, "Is it fun?" My eldest sister

said, "It's very fun, quite comfortable."

My second sister said, "Then I'll play a round too. Let him climb on top of me and dig a well with me."

My eldest sister hurriedly said, "That won't do. This is for adults. Kids can't play like that."

My second sister said, "We're the same age, both eighteen. My birthday is even older than his. He has to call me second sister. He can play with you, so why can't he play with me? If you don't let him play with me once, I'll tell Dad and Mom tomorrow!"

I stared into my eldest sister's eyes, seeking her opinion. My eldest sister nodded helplessly and said, "Go play with him for a while, but only the few of us know about this. Don't tell anyone else, okay?"

My second sister hurriedly said, "Okay, let's start." She lay there like her eldest sister, spreading her legs and displaying her vagina to me.

I had no choice but to bite the bullet and climb on top of her, inserting my penis into her vagina. I felt this was inappropriate; I had given my virginity to my eldest sister, who was now my wife. I shouldn't do this with other women, but it was the only way now.

My second sister's skin was whiter than my eldest sister's, her breasts were bigger, and her buttocks were bigger too. Her entire body was covered in soft, white flesh. Lying on top of her felt like being on a waterbed, or like a large block of tofu, trembling and swaying. Her skin was also very loose; if I didn't hold on tight, I'd probably slip off her.

I supported my chest with my hands, my hips moving up and down as my penis thrust in and out of her vagina. My second sister closed her eyes and enjoyed it. With each thrust, her two large breasts trembled. As I continued to fuck her, her breasts trembled incessantly, and

her entire body trembled from my fucking. She gradually began to moan, the sounds growing louder and louder. Unlike her older sister, she didn't control herself; instead, she let it happen naturally. Suddenly, she grabbed my buttocks with both hands, lifting and shoving me against her own stomach. Our movements made a "smack, smack" sound.

She muttered, "Faster, faster, good, good, digging a well is fun, digging a well is so much fun." Her moans grew louder and louder until finally she shouted, "Faster, better, better, ah!" "Ah...oh my god!

This feels so good! What's going on? This feels so good!" she cried out, suddenly hugging me tightly. Her whole body started convulsing, and she grabbed at my body with her hands, pinching me hard.

I knew she had an orgasm. But her struggle caused a new situation: my younger sister woke up, turned on the light, sat up, stared at everything happening in front of her, and asked loudly, "What are you two doing?"

My second sister excitedly replied, "We're playing a game, digging a well, it's so much fun!" Let him play with you too, it's so comfortable, it couldn't be better, look, look, just like that: "She pushed my butt out and then hugged it back, letting the little sister watch my penis go in and out of her vagina, she even moaned a few times.

The little sister hurriedly said, "I want to play too, I want to play too, brother, play with me too."

The older sister hurriedly stopped her, "No, little kids can't play, this is a game for big kids." The little sister shouted loudly, "No, I want to play, I want to play, if you don't play with me I'll tell Dad and Mom tomorrow," she shouted. She quickly stripped naked and lay there waiting for me to get on top of her.

She writhed her snake-like body, screaming incessantly. I hurriedly climbed off my older sister and hugged my little sister, saying, "Come on, let's play, but we can't play 'digging a well,' it'll hurt. You touch my drill head, and I'll touch your well." As

I spoke, I placed her small hand on my penis for her to play with. I began to caress her genitals; a few pink hairs had just grown there. Her waist was slender, and it felt comfortable to hold her. Her breasts weren't very large. But her buttocks weren't very big, but like her breasts, they were round, plump, and slippery.

I felt like I was holding a little pet; I thought I could fool her like that. But my second sister suddenly said, "Little sister, you're so silly. He's fooling you. Digging a well is more fun, the most comfortable. You have to let him put it in you." Upon hearing this, my little sister jumped out of my arms, lay down on the kang (heated brick bed), looked up at the sky, and spread her long, slender legs, saying, "Quick, come on, dig a well! I want to dig a well! If you don't play with me, I'll..." "Tell everyone about our affair!"

I looked at my older sister, who said helplessly, "She's sixteen now, so just agree to it." My younger sister tilted her head, glaring with her captivating phoenix eyes, and pursed her lips, saying, "How about it? Big sister said it's okay, so hurry up and play well-digging with me.

Come on, put your thing in here too, let's dig a well!"

Looking at her slender body, her high, firm breasts, her slender waist, and her round, long thighs, I couldn't bear it. She was simply a perfect work of art! I was wasting her beauty! I was an old cow eating young grass! I climbed onto my younger sister, hugging her tightly. Her body was smooth and slippery, and it felt incredibly comfortable.

The eldest sister's body was firm, the second sister's body was soft, and the youngest sister's body was delicate, smooth, and a little cool. I held the youngest sister, like I was hugging a little snake. I first slept with a strong girl older than me, then with a voluptuous girl my own age, and now I was on top of this beautiful, petite girl younger than me. My erection had reached a level I'd never felt before. I really wanted to taste what this little beauty was like.

If it were the eldest sister beneath me, I would thrust in with all my might, all the way in, to make her feel good. But now it was the youngest sister, and my erection was at its hardest. If I went in, could she handle it? I was very conflicted. Although I really wanted to taste this beautiful little girl, reason told me that she was still a child after all. So I simply pressed my hardest thing between her legs, close to her tender labia, and

thrust it . She seemed to be enjoying it. Her body kept writhing, like a dancing snake, and she even let out a soft, smiling moan. I became even more excited and impulsive.

I thought it would feel good to ejaculate between her legs, to experience the pleasures of a young girl without hurting her. Her moans grew louder, and my body heated up. I held her tightly, clamping her thighs between mine to keep her legs from opening. My penis pumped rhythmically between her legs, my

blood surging, and I felt myself about to ejaculate. Her face flushed, her body twitched, and she trembled. I thought I could easily thrust my penis into her vagina, but I couldn't! I felt numb and burning all over. I ejaculated immediately. A sense of panic washed over me, and

suddenly, she spread her legs. One hand grabbed my penis, aimed it at her vagina, and the other hand forcefully pulled my buttocks together, simultaneously moving the other hand away. She let out a cry of "Ah!" as my penis slid fully into her vagina.

I felt a surge of heat coursing through my body, rushing to my genitals like countless streams flowing into a river. All the heat gathered from my body to my lower body, flowing rapidly outwards and into my younger sister's small body. At that moment, I was frantic, out of control, screaming wildly. I couldn't stop. I fucked her relentlessly, my thick penis gushing as it thrust and pounded into her narrow vagina.

The little girl, whether in pain or pleasure, grimaced, sweat beading on her forehead. Her beautiful face flushed crimson, veins bulging on her forehead. She instantly became a madwoman, screaming and screaming, writhing and struggling together. I relentlessly pounded into her small body,

her tender vulva nearly bursting from my engorged penis. Just as my lips were about to kiss my little sister's lips, she opened her mouth wide as if crying out, "Brother, I need to pee! I need to pee! I peed. I peed, ah..." Because she was grimacing, I actually kissed her teeth. We hugged each other tightly and reached our climax at the same time.

I lay on top of my little sister, holding her, panting. My little sister was also limp like a puddle of mud. After

a while, my little sister said, "You can get off now, my bottom is very wet." Only then did I remember that my eldest and second eldest sisters were still around. I didn't care about my second eldest sister, but I always felt sorry for my eldest sister. I felt like I had done something wrong. I looked at the street with embarrassment. My eldest sister noticed my expression and comforted me, saying, "It's nothing, as long as little sister is happy."

I felt a little sorry for my little sister and quickly asked, "Does it hurt a lot?" My little sister suddenly laughed and said, "It hurt at first, then it went numb, and then it felt like worms crawling back and forth."

My eldest sister said, "You must never tell anyone about this kind of game, you must never tell Mom and Dad, you must never tell anyone, understand?"

My second sister said, "Don't treat us like children, we know everything, you call it a game, we just don't want to expose you."

My little sister said: Actually, we both knew a long time ago that this wasn't a game, we even secretly did it before, but it didn't feel as good as doing it with my brother. My second sister's hand pinched my lower part so hard it hurt. "

My older sister and I were stunned when we heard this.

My older sister was getting married. On her wedding day, the wedding procession was magnificent, with four horse-drawn carriages. Even in the countryside at that time, that was considered a high-class affair. The entire village, young and old, came to watch the spectacle. My older sister was dressed very smartly, and she and the groom, draped in red, sat together on an overturned manger in one of the carriages, attracting much attention.

A wedding is supposed to be a very lively occasion, but..." Everyone was stunned. No one expected the groom to be so ugly, and the older sister so stunningly beautiful—it was like a flower stuck in cow dung. Many sighed, saying, "That girl is so blind. If it weren't for her landlord background, she wouldn't have married such an ugly man. Oh, where can we find justice?"

I felt terrible, thinking the older sister was heading towards hardship, towards despair. I thought if I weren't from a landlord family, I would definitely have married her. I knew the older sister must be suffering greatly. But I couldn't help her.

Strangely, there wasn't a trace of gloom on her face. She smiled, waved to everyone, and her eyes searched the crowd. I knew she was looking for me. I instinctively waved back. When she saw me, her eyes lit up with excitement. She kept waving at me, then suddenly turned her head away. I knew she was crying.

The cart driver's whip cracked, and the cart pulled my eldest sister away into the distance. Her face regained its resolute expression; she seemed to face the future with great courage and confidence. I, however, felt like I had lost my pillar of support, feeling disheartened and utterly bored.

Suddenly, someone shouted, "Everyone's gone! What are you standing there for? Want to go with her?" It was my younger sister, staring at me sideways with her captivating phoenix eyes.

The political situation had changed significantly again; the Gang of Four had fallen. The college entrance examination system had been reinstated. Because I wasn't good at science subjects, my father wanted me to apply to art schools. He took me to the city several times to find teachers to tutor me in singing, dancing, playing the piano, music theory, and acting.

Fortunately, my humanities subjects were very good, and art schools didn't require science subjects. I successfully completed the exam. I felt the female examiner's eyes were just like my eldest sister's.

My parents' jobs were transferred back to the city. My university acceptance letter arrived. The whole family was overjoyed. My parents started preparing to move to the city; they went to look for a house. I was also preparing to start school.

Unpleasant news came from my eldest sister's family: her father-in-law was imprisoned for opposing Deng Xiaoping. Her husband also lost his job as a barefoot doctor. My eldest sister had become the tyrant in the family, her word was law, and she refused to sleep with her husband. She even wanted a divorce.

My eldest sister's parents rushed over to mediate the dispute. It seemed they wouldn't be able to come back that day. Only my two sisters and I were left at home. My younger sister said, "Come stay in our room for the last night, you're leaving.

Consider it a farewell party for you, my sister and I." I knew what she meant.

Finally, night fell, and it was completely dark. My younger sister and older sister drew the curtains in their room. They also used blankets and pillows to seal all the gaps. All the doors were bolted. My heart started pounding. My

younger sister said, "Come on, brother, let's play 'digging a well' one last time." She took off her clothes first. My older sister followed suit. I had no choice but to strip naked as well, and my younger sister pounced on me first. We stood on the ground, naked, and embraced each other.

The younger sister was quite tall with long legs. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her passionately. I touched her breasts and her round, smooth buttocks. She touched my penis, and I touched her genitals. My penis quickly became erect, and her vagina soon became wet.

I only just noticed that when a man is standing, his penis, when erect, points upwards like a curved piece of rubber. The girl then grabbed my penis, lifted her other leg, spread her hips, and inserted my penis into her vagina. Then she clamped my penis between her legs.

We stood facing each other on the ground and started doing this. She writhed in my arms like a smooth snake, my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. Our mouths were close together, chests pressed against chests, and our bellies bumping against each other. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around my neck, arched her back, and wrapped her long, slender legs around my waist, her buttocks and genitals sitting entirely on my penis.

I quickly grabbed her buttocks and moved her up and down. She seemed very happy, moving up and down in my arms, her breasts rubbing against my chest, making me feel very comfortable.

But my second sister got impatient and said, "Hurry up, I can't take it anymore." As she spoke, she pulled my younger sister down and pressed her soft, white body against me, her two large breasts pressed tightly against my chest. She wanted to stand facing me like my younger sister, but her legs were short and her belly was big. No matter how she adjusted the angle, my penis couldn't go in. My

younger sister laughed at her gleefully.

My second sister was very anxious; she was already wet. So I had her lie face down on the edge of the bed, sticking her buttocks out. Her buttocks were really big and white, and the flesh in her pubic area between her legs was more than others, already swollen and red, bulging out. It was what people call the shape of a steamed bun cut in half.

I inserted my penis into the middle of her steamed bun shape. Her plump buttocks and large vulva pressed tightly against my thighs and stomach. The soft, fleshy flesh was incredibly pleasurable. I thrust my penis in again and again, her buttocks trembling like the face of a chubby dancing child—it felt amazing. Like

my older sister, she turned and offered me her mouth. We kissed and fucked, and I finally ejaculated inside her. Her soft buttocks and vulva were still pressed tightly against my penis. I was still enjoying it when suddenly I heard a thud. My younger sister had collapsed onto the bed, angry.

I quickly jumped onto the bed, lay on top of her, kissed her, and tried to coax her, but she ignored me. I kissed her all over, but she still didn't smile. She covered her face with her hands and wouldn't look at me. I got off the bed, grabbed her two little feet, pulled her buttocks to the edge of the bed, spread her legs apart, and let her little feet stick out on the edge of the bed. I then licked her vulva vigorously.

The salty taste, the tender little hole, and the sparse pubic hair excited me immensely. I stuck my tongue into her vagina several times. She finally spoke: "That's right, like that, lick hard, don't stop, lick hard, put your tongue in, put it in, put it in again, lick it in, lick... ah..."

As I stuck my tongue into her vagina again and again, my penis became erect once more. I put her legs on my shoulders, aimed my penis at her vagina, and thrust it in hard. As I fucked, I said, "I'm going to fuck you to death, fuck you to death. You naughty girl, you naughty girl!" A man carrying a woman on his lap to fuck her is really scientific; it's more comfortable than other positions. It

also saves me a lot of effort, and I penetrate very deeply. It was the first time I'd ever touched her smooth uterus. I took the opportunity to wrap her legs around my waist, and after my penis was fully inserted, I lifted her body up, just like we had at the beginning. I held her buttocks, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, sitting on my lap, on my penis. My intention was to fulfill the plan we hadn't completed at the beginning, to satisfy her.

She was smart; she understood me. She smiled happily, a smile so beautiful, like a blooming peach blossom. Excitedly, I held her buttocks and pressed her against the wall. I thrust hard, squeezed hard, as if trying to flatten her, as if trying to push her off the wall. I convulsed, she cried out, and I pressed her against the wall, motionless.

I ejaculated.

I lay in the middle of the kang (a heated brick bed), with the two sisters lying beside me. I hugged them and said, "Will you two get pregnant?" The younger sister laughed and said, "Our eldest sister told us how to calculate the safe period. Since we let you do it, it's all within our safe period. Tomorrow, all three of us sisters will enter our fertile period. If we do it then, we'll get pregnant.

This might be our last time. You've gone to school, and we don't know if we'll ever see each other again, or if I'll ever be your wife. You're studying arts; with so many beautiful girls at school, will you still remember us country girls?" "

I never expected my little sister to say such mature words. I hugged her tightly and kissed her, saying, 'Study hard, and I'll marry you after I graduate. Really, I'm not lying. Consider this my compensation to you sisters.' My

little sister said, 'You want to make up for the care our family has given your family, right? You've lived in our house for so many years, and my dad hasn't even charged rent. How kind of him! Landlords help landlords, sharing joys and sorrows.'

I said, 'Yes, we've gone through tough times together. If it weren't for you giving me happiness, I really don't know how I would have gotten through those ten years of hardship!'

The next day, their parents returned." They said my older sister had agreed to sleep with that man for the next few days, and that she felt sorry for him and his mother, who cried every day. They said the woman from that family even knelt before her, and my sister's heart softened; she no longer wanted a divorce…

On the third day, the morning before I was supposed to go to school, the farmers were all in the fields. The students were all in school. Perhaps I was the only one left in the whole village about to leave. I had already started packing my luggage. Suddenly, the door opened. My older sister appeared before me, and we immediately embraced.

Overwhelmed with emotion at our long-awaited reunion, we rolled from the floor onto the kang (heated brick bed). I couldn't help but reach into her arms, and I noticed she was wearing a bra.

I easily slipped my hand inside and touched her breasts. "You've gained weight," I said.

She replied, "Now my mother-in-law does all the cooking and chores. I don't do anything at their house. We landlords have finally turned our lives around."

She reached into my pants and unbuckled my belt.

I unbuckled hers too. I pulled my pants down to my thighs, and she did the same. She then pulled up her shirt and bra, exposing her full breasts. We were like dry wood meeting a raging fire, like parched land meeting sweet rain. I smoothly inserted my penis into her vagina and thrust wildly. Her face turned red, and the veins on her forehead bulged.

She began to moan, kissing me desperately, her body writhing incessantly, exciting me. I quickly descended into madness, into frenzy, a wave of numbness, a melting sensation, and I ejaculated. Her face was filled with happiness, like a spring breeze opening her heart, like thick honey filling her chest.

She held me tightly, not letting me off, not letting me pull out. We lay there embracing for a long, long time…

until her hands loosened, and I finally got off her, starting to put on my pants. She watched as my thing, which had brought her so much pleasure, instantly entered my pants, and she smiled happily. Her smile was beautiful.

Lying on the kang (heated brick bed), she lifted her buttocks and put on her pants herself. Then she started to fasten her belt. I gazed at her thick pubic hair and those familiar labia, now sealed by her pants. I felt comforted. Satisfied.

She said, "I'm tired, I'll lie down a little longer."

I said, "Anyway, you're already wearing pants, you can lie down for as long as you want."

After some time, she got out of bed, looked in the mirror, straightened her clothes and hair, and said, "I should go home."

I thought she was joking, but she really pounced on me, hugged me tightly, and kissed me passionately for a while, then pushed open the door and left. And she went all the way out of the village, saying to me as she left, "Don't tell anyone you saw me."

I felt strange, like I was dreaming, but it wasn't a dream, it was reality. There were still traces of her vaginal fluid and my semen on the kang (heated brick bed), and her hair on the comb. Her smile as she left was so enigmatic, so mysterious, as if she were completing some task.

I went to school as scheduled. It was the art department of a teachers' college, with more girls than boys. If it weren't for that Korean boy, I would have been the most handsome man in the class. Many girls were staring at me, but I cherished this day of liberation. I studied desperately, forgetting everything, and didn't accept any of the girls' flirtatious glances.

My mother wrote to say that we had moved back to the city and told me the exact location of the house—it was in my father's workplace compound. They said I would have to go back to this new home in the city when I had my next vacation.

The following summer vacation, I returned to my hometown after eleven years. The air felt fresh, and I felt like this world belonged to me. I brought back many books to read during the holidays, but an unexpected event prevented me from reading a single one throughout the entire summer.

It happened on the second day after I returned home. I went shopping and suddenly saw a graceful girl standing in front of me with a smile, sweetly calling me "Brother." I was shocked. It was my younger sister. She was much fuller than before. Her breasts were bigger, and her hips were bigger too. But her waist was still as slender, her face still as childlike, and her phoenix eyes still as captivating.

She said she had been accepted into a nursing school and would graduate in three years. What a coincidence! I had four years of schooling, she had three, and we graduated together. She said her second sister married a teacher in the countryside and is living a happy life. She also said her eldest sister came to the city and rented several counters in a shopping mall to sell clothes; she earns a good income. Her brother-in-law is still unemployed, staying home to cook and take care of the children

. I asked in surprise, "Your eldest sister had a baby? Is it a boy or a girl?"

My younger sister said, "It's a boy, and he's quite handsome, not at all like our weird brother-in-law."

Hearing this, I breathed a sigh of relief and said, "As long as he doesn't look like my brother-in-law, that's fine." If this child grows up to look like my brother-in-law, that would be terrible. My younger

sister and I spent the day in the city. In the evening, I took her home to meet my parents. They adored her, as if she were their own daughter. They asked her all sorts of questions, and my mother held her hand and chatted with her. They even invited her to stay for dinner. My younger sister was very diligent, helping my mother with everything.

After dinner, she took me to my older sister's house. We walked side by side, chatting, and she naturally took my arm and rested her head on my shoulder. Many people looked at us with envy, and some said, "What a happy couple."

My older sister looked much younger. She had long, flowing hair, wore high heels, and light makeup. Her breasts and buttocks were still as full and alluring as ever. My brother-in-law, looking like an old maid, was holding a very handsome little boy who seemed completely mismatched with him. He was still rather shy and just stared at me blankly. My sister

brought the child to me, saying, "Let your uncle hold him."

I took the child and found him indeed beautiful, resembling my sister in many ways, yet also unlike her in many other ways. He didn't resemble my brother-in-law at all. Who did he look like? He seemed familiar, but I couldn't quite place him. This child seemed to have a strong connection with me; he smiled as soon as he saw me, and I nuzzled his cheek against mine, feeling like he was my own child. Perhaps it was because I liked my older sister.

After graduation, my younger sister and I were both assigned to the city, and we got married. Dad arranged two "public housing" rooms for us. The layout of the rooms was similar to ours, with a heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove). I loved that kang; it brought back many happy memories. After the wedding, everyone left. My eldest sister stayed, still busy with things for my younger sister and me, worried that my younger sister couldn't cook or do housework, or tidy up the house.

It was late at night. My eldest sister wanted to go back, but my younger sister said, "Don't go. Just sleep here. How could you have endured being with that ugly guy all these years? I'm so sorry for you."

My eldest sister looked at me and said, "Is it alright for me to stay here on our wedding night?"

I looked at my younger sister, wanting to ask for her opinion; my younger sister was already quite fashionable. She said, "Sister, don't be so formal. This isn't our first time. People might think it's our wedding night, but let's just see it as reliving an old dream. After all, we've been through hardships together, so

let's enjoy our happiness together now. That's life. As long as we're happy and it's not illegal, we should be bold and do what we want, regardless of what others say. Let's walk our own path and let Bill talk." "To hell with all that talk of good morals!"

The younger sister expertly drew the curtains. She then used lots of clothes and newspapers to cover all the gaps. She even peeked in from the outside to make sure she was safe. After locking the door, she started taking off her clothes first, then had her older sister do the same. They wouldn't let me see

as they undressed. When I turned around, I was immediately stunned. Standing in front of me were two lingerie mannequins, both sisters wearing bikinis. The lines, the waist, the breasts, the hips—everything was perfect.

I went over and, very gentlemanly, took off their bras and panties. The older sister told me to go with the younger sister first, the younger sister told me to go with the older sister first, and in the end, the younger sister got wet first. So I started with her. She had watched a lot of videos and learned some new tricks, constantly changing them.

Sometimes she had me on top, sometimes on the bottom, sometimes standing up, sometimes squatting down. It was really great. We were both drenched in sweat and reached orgasm. The younger sister said contentedly, "You play with your older sister, I'm going to sleep."

I told her, "There's one more thing you haven't tried yet, which is with your mouth."

She said, "I can't do that, I'm afraid of feeling nauseous, I'm afraid of throwing up."

The older sister said, "Then let me, the older sister, do it." She had me lie down on the kang (heated brick bed), and she knelt beside me, grabbed my penis, and put it in her mouth. She glanced at me, then began bobbing her head up and down, moving my penis in and out of her mouth.

It was my first time experiencing oral sex. I stroked her constantly falling hair, watching her mouth tightly suck on my penis in a rounded shape. I felt a tingling sensation all over my body, like many insects crawling on me, and soon I was hard again. I wanted to thrust forward, but I knew it wasn't her vagina, it was her throat.

Although... Even though it was erect, I didn't dare to thrust forward. My older sister looked up and saw what I was thinking. She suddenly took my entire penis into her mouth, all the way down to her throat. She gasped for breath, her face turning red. Tears welled up in her eyes. She coughed incessantly. I couldn't let my older sister sacrifice anything more for me.

I pushed her down onto the kang (a heated brick bed). I felt like she was a bride, and I laid her flat. She was breathing heavily with excitement, her chest heaving, and her hips thrusting upwards. I... Knowing she was a horny woman, and that she wouldn't let her brother-in-law have sex with her more than a few times while she was with that man,

I climbed on top of my older sister and skillfully inserted my penis. After all, she had given birth; her vagina was much looser, but her body was still beautiful, and her expressions were more expressive. Each time I penetrated, she would wriggle, like a porn star. Her movements and expressions were even more alluring.

She knew all the positions my younger sister knew. I did it with my older sister, and we both reached climax together. She writhed wildly, moaning blissfully. I held her tightly, and she lay in my arms like a little girl, softly saying, "Who does my son look like? Think carefully, who does he resemble?"

Suddenly, I understood. Overjoyed, I pulled her close, kissing her passionately, my hands roaming over her body…

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