Accident

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In this life, I've encountered so much, and my relationship with Youyou is another example. Her appearance was a blessing, and having her was even more so.
Around the summer of 2009, I saw a girl on a dating forum who had visited my profile twice. Judging from her photo, she was probably a girl born in the 90s, from Beijing, studying at Southwest University. I guess she was bored in school and wanted to make some local friends, and she just happened to stumble upon my profile.
Out of politeness, I greeted her and offered some words of encouragement, but her reply was lukewarm. We exchanged messages intermittently. About two weeks later, on a hot early morning, I happened to see her online. The girl I was waiting for hadn't logged on yet, so I added her on QQ and asked about her university life.
These days, girls are really something else! Her monthly allowance is 3000 yuan, so her family must be well-off. When we were in school, we only had 100 yuan a week… Cosmetics, cell phones, computers, etc., all have to be good, of course, bought by their families. As the saying goes, "Raise boys frugally and girls lavishly," and this girl was living a very comfortable life. She rented an apartment by herself right after starting university, disliking living in a dorm. Later I found out she felt that girls around here were either as open as sluts or as reserved as nuns, completely lacking a sense of self, and she didn't have much in common with them, so she moved out.
I casually asked why she wasn't going home for summer vacation, and she said she didn't want to go back; she'd lose her freedom and it wouldn't be fun. I was hungry, so I asked if she wanted to grab some barbecue. She readily agreed… But I hesitated. "Aren't you afraid of running into bad guys?" I asked. She retorted, "Aren't you afraid I'm a bad guy?" Haha, this 90s girl is fearless! Being a non-mainstream girl is amazing. Okay then, since I'm free anyway, I'll keep you company while you eat.
After a quick tidy-up, we drove to Beibei. When we arrived at the designated spot, she was already standing by the roadside. Goodness gracious! Even though she said she was 170cm, I was still quite surprised to see her in person—she's so tall! Her tall, slender figure was almost criminal; her youthful face, and even more outrageous, her high breasts and round, perky buttocks. I instinctively, and exaggeratedly so, swallowed hard, blushing at myself for having such lewd thoughts about a girl not even 18. Haha, the girl noticed this and casually said, "Don't be so dramatic, I've seen plenty of people," hehe. Her openness exceeded my expectations. I simply asked what she wanted to eat; there wasn't much to eat in Beibei at this hour, so we could go to the city center to look for something. She readily agreed, saying that since we were just out for a stroll, it didn't matter where we went. I kept planning, trying to convince myself to indulge my desires without feeling guilty... Meanwhile, I chatted with her, asking about her family and studies. My younger sister has a lot of family problems. Her parents divorced when she was in elementary school, and both remarried, each having younger siblings. No matter which family she was in, she always felt like an outsider. Her father treated her very well, calling her every day to check on her life and studies. But she just didn't like going home; she felt superfluous there. Her father truly doted on her. When we were together, I often received calls from him, even during our intimate moments. I once thought that if her father knew he was having sex with her while we were talking on the phone, he'd probably jump off a building…
My sister's grades were excellent, especially English; she seemed to get full marks. She just didn't want to stay in Beijing, so she came to Chongqing to study—no one to control her, a free life, far away from her broken home. Sigh, my naive sister, how could she know that this decision might affect her entire life? In high school, she fell in love with a boy who was also very academically gifted. However, one evening after self-study, she was raped, losing her virginity. Because both families strongly opposed early relationships, she broke up with him. Such innocent children, such a beautiful first love. Of course, I also tried to briefly introduce my work and family (specifically mentioning that I'm married and have children), emphasizing some achievements that my sister admired. It was clear she was quite satisfied with my conversation.
Before I knew it, we arrived in Nanping. I randomly found something to eat, but I had completely lost my appetite and was only thinking about how to cook. My sister was very natural and generous, beyond my expectations. After dinner, I asked my sister if she
had any plans for tomorrow . "It's
a holiday," I said, "what could I possibly do? If you have time tomorrow, I'd like to go to Yangren Street. My classmate said it's like Happy Valley, with lots of rides. I've loved those since I was little.
Yangren Street is in Nanping. Why don't we stay here tonight instead of going back? I'll go to the company tomorrow morning to take care of some things, and then I'll come pick you up."
My sister agreed.
The usual place, the Hyde Hotel. Damn it, speaking of Hyde, it's getting worse and worse. Four-star? If it weren't for the convenience of being there, I'd never go. But I've booked so many rooms there; I'm familiar with the hotel. I'll stick with Hyde. When I got to the front desk, there were no double rooms left, only twin rooms. I figured tonight was hopeless, but a twin room is fine too. It's normal to keep someone this hot for a bit.
Once in the room, I hugged her from behind. Her skin was so soft. "
You're so tall! You're definitely not telling me the truth, you're definitely more than 170cm."
She gently pushed me away. Hehe, 172cm...
My god, two centimeters taller than me!
I felt inferior... I hugged her again, and casually touched her large, firm breasts—the biggest breasts I'd ever touched. She reacted strongly, saying, "Don't go too far, I'm not that easy." "I'm sleepy, I want to sleep." I said, "Then go take a shower first." Whether it works or not depends on how this scene unfolds. After she went in, before I could even peek, she came out a few minutes later. Ugh, she was still wearing her own clothes, hadn't changed into her pajamas. I was immediately disappointed.
She lay down on the bed and said, "I'm going to sleep now..."
Huh? You sleep without taking off your clothes...
No, I know what you're thinking, don't I?
Hehe, with a figure like yours, so beautiful, if I didn't have impure thoughts, would I still be a man? For now, I can still control myself. But if you're worried I'll do something inappropriate, I can go home. My house is nearby, I'll pick you up tomorrow morning after I finish my errands...
No, no, I'm scared here alone. You sleep on that bed, don't come over.
Okay, I promise I won't do anything inappropriate. You go to sleep first, I'm going to wash up.
Okay, I believe you're a good person, I'll go to sleep now.
Entering the bathroom, looking at my throbbing erection, sigh... if I spend the night like this, God. When I came out, my sister's clothes were already hanging on the chair, but I guessed she was still wearing her underwear. The dim light in the room, combined with my sister's soft breathing, made me feel terribly uncomfortable. With such beauty before me, how could I possibly remain unmoved? The TV was randomly flipping through channels. My younger sister was sleeping soundly; it seemed she truly trusted me. I stayed awake like that for a while. I went to the bathroom and when I came back, one of my sister's legs was off the covers, sticking out. I saw a long, white, slender leg, and a cartoon-patterned panty covering her round bottom. Seeing that she was sleeping so peacefully, I quietly went over, lifted her leg, and gently stroked her round, pert bottom before putting her back under the covers. I forced myself to stay awake, returned to my own bed, and endured the agonizing desire. I checked my phone; it was 6:30 in the morning. I don't know how long it took before I drifted off to sleep. Suddenly,
the TV blared, darn TV shopping channel! I looked at my watch; it was 8 o'clock. I looked over; my sister was still asleep. Obviously, the sudden loud TV noise had disturbed her. After fidgeting a few times, she suddenly turned her head, looked at me, and our eyes met. I immediately climbed to her side. "
Did you sleep well?"
"Mmm... I'm thirsty."
I immediately grabbed the bottled water, opened it, and saw that she was fast asleep, struggling to sit up. I took the opportunity to sit in her blanket, supporting her head with my hand, and fed her water. She drank a few sips, and I put down the bottle, gently lowering her down. Suddenly, her eyes softened with tenderness, and she softly said
, "Thank you~"
I laid her down, but didn't pull my arm away from her neck. I smiled gently, brushed aside her messy hair, and gently stroked her forehead and face. She closed her eyes sweetly, resting her head on my arm, and peacefully turned to sleep. I then lay down on my side and hugged her from behind. I gently kissed her neck and back, my hands lightly caressing her breasts. These breasts are so big, I can't even hold them all! Are all girls from the North this big?
Slowly, my hand slipped through her bra, intentionally or unintentionally touching those two alluring spots. As I touched them, I felt her body press even closer to mine. As my touch and kisses expanded, she slowly began to wriggle. When I kissed her earlobe, she suddenly turned her head, her lips pressing tightly against mine. Her breathing quickened, her body trembled slightly. Her soft, warm tongue explored my mouth. I fumbled on her back, trying to unhook her bra, but couldn't find the connection. She smiled, "The front..." I smiled foolishly. Just as I was about to examine those beautiful breasts more closely, she pressed herself against me, those big, soft, and bouncy balls of flesh pressed against me...
She quickly got up and went to the bathroom. My pent-up desire from the night before finally dissipated. I
quickly got up, washed up, and seeing her sleepy face, I said, "You can continue sleeping. I have errands to run and will pick you up for lunch." She smiled and agreed. After the light kiss, I returned to the company, quickly dealt with some matters, and returned to Hyde Park around 11 a.m. to pick up my sister. We grabbed a quick bite somewhere, and then went to Foreigners' Street in the afternoon. It seems my sister really lacked family care when she was young; she loves riding the carousel, the roller coaster, and the pedal boats... I spent the sweltering heat playing with her until dark. Because I had plans for the evening, I took her back to Beibei. I thought we would happily enjoy this relationship, but on the way back, we chatted, and the more we talked, the more I realized that my sister, born in the 90s, has a very strong sense of self and speaks frankly. The most troublesome thing is that she can't stand even the slightest rebuttal. A thoughtless joke from me can bring her to tears. I guess my intentions were too strong, and maybe my sister knew I was just after her lust, and was secretly heartbroken, finding an excuse to cry.
After taking her home, on my way back, I kept thinking about what had happened yesterday and today. It really felt like a dream. I hope it really was just a dream, and that I didn't hurt this naive young girl. I hoped this relationship would end there.
But after I got home, my sister left a message on QQ. "
Thank you for spending the day with me, I'm so glad."
Haha, I really didn't want to delete her, so we continued chatting. The more we talked, the more we talked about our morning's encounter, summarizing our gains and losses. My sister was very open and discussed many technical issues with me, haha. Of course, my sister also asked about the number of girlfriends I had (women I've had sexual relations with after marriage, not the kind I paid for, I call them all girlfriends). I gave a very conservative number, and my sister sighed, hoping that I wouldn't develop any other relationships during this stage of our relationship. Of course, I agreed, haha.
A few days later, we chatted online again. This time, my sister invited me over. It was already 2 a.m., and I was hesitating when my sister said something incredibly shocking on the screen... "
Don't think too much, I want to make love~
Uh... It's so late, how about tomorrow?
Are you coming or not?"
"Okay, okay, I'm coming right away."
No one can resist my sister's allure, including me. I rushed over, picked her up, and sped back to Nanping. This time, I couldn't go to Hyde Park again—it's a terrible place. Suddenly, I remembered the ad on my car window yesterday: the newly opened Wanda Le Méridien Hotel. Why not check it out? Here, I have to recommend the Le Méridien to everyone—a super 5-star hotel, it's fantastic. I think besides the Le Méridien and Sheraton, there aren't any other super 5-star hotels in Chongqing, right? Most importantly, this hotel requires a room key to access the elevator, making it very secure. Entering the room, the facilities were very modern. A super king-size bed, and my sister cheered and jumped onto it! The bathtub was also larger than in ordinary hotels, and the all-glass bathroom was quite romantic. I love taking baths, so after filling the tub, I jumped in first. My sister watched me through the glass from the bedside, laughing. "
What are you laughing at? Come on in! Bathing is so relaxing!" "
I'm not used to bathing together."
"It's okay, come on in, it's very comfortable."
(Passionate scene)
Haha~~~ Sorry, let's start over.
I once again rallied my hardworking brother, and another night of toil passed. After that, our dates were all around 2 a.m., and the location was basically always a nice hot spring hotel in Beibei. It seemed like we were always heading towards our dreams. My sister, too, gradually became more charming and less arrogant. I encouraged her to pass the CET-8 exam before her junior year, and ideally, to take the postgraduate entrance exam and go back to a university in Beijing. If she couldn't take the postgraduate entrance exam, she should still go back to Beijing to develop her career. With her figure, looks, and knowledge, she could make a name for herself in Beijing. After all, the Southwest region is backward in many ways, and there are fewer opportunities. She shouldn't give up on her ideals and ambitions after studying here for a few years. My sister listened very seriously and said earnestly, "It's so good to know me. Thank you."
One day, after a busy day, I got home and realized I hadn't eaten. My wife wasn't home, and I wanted to eat but didn't want to go out. At that moment, my sister came online. After the usual greetings, she asked how I was doing that day. I said I was so hungry but also very tired. My sister said, "Come over, I'll bring you some food and help you relax." Although I was exhausted, I couldn't bear to refuse my sister's enthusiasm, so I drove there anyway. Little did I know, this would be our last night together.
When I picked her up, I saw she was carrying two huge bags of food, mostly pastries and ice cream. "
My goodness, you emptied the fridge?"
"Pretty much, didn't you say you were hungry?"
"It doesn't have to be this much. Add a red dress, and you'll be ready to get married..."
My sister smiled shyly. She still wouldn't engage in any cheesy flirting. As I turned to go to the hotel, she suddenly called for me to stop. "
What's wrong?"
"Nothing, get out, get out. Let me tell you about my school, where I study during the day."
"Oh, okay, okay, I want to see it too."
After I got off the bus, I realized it was a gate of Southwest University. This must have been one of the gates of the former Northwest A&F University before the merger. My sister suddenly seemed like a different person, skipping and jumping, linking her arm with mine, and we walked through the gate together. The security guard looked at us blankly. I felt like a rich country bumpkin, keeping a college student as a mistress, because I felt so out of place when we were together. First, there was the height difference, and then there was the age difference. When I was in college, I would have looked down on couples like this; now, I shamelessly became someone I used to despise.
My sister was completely oblivious to my inner struggle, happily introducing me to the buildings, what her major was, who had worked there before, what the garden was called, what the lake was called, how noisy the frogs were. My sister linked her arm with mine the whole way, beaming with joy, and I felt like I had returned to my youthful days, back to 10 years ago. The quiet, the dim streetlights, the fresh air—it all felt so distant yet so familiar. As we walked, my sister suddenly cried out and hugged me tightly. "
What's wrong?"
"Spider..." "
Spider? What's wrong?"
I'm terrified of spiders.
Where are the spiders? You have good eyesight!
My legs...
I squatted down and gently stroked her delicate legs upwards. Sure enough, there was a spiderweb around her knees. "
Don't worry, it's just a little spiderweb. Spiders start spinning their webs at night."
"A spiderweb means there's a spider."
"Hmm, it's okay, I'll remove it."
I continued stroking upwards. My sister's skirt just reached her knees, so I reached inside...
Suddenly, my sister pulled me up, hugged me tightly, and kissed me passionately. I was excited. I lifted her skirt, ready to pull down her pants, but she suddenly turned away. "No, hehe, this is school~~~ Let's go, let's get out of here. You go first and help me remove the spiderweb." Holding hands, we walked out of the school, one after the other.
That night, I was still full of passion. When the desire subsided, we started chatting. I started eating something and began rambling on and on. Suddenly, my sister said something that almost made me spit out my cake...
Last night I spent the whole night having sex...
Huh?
I met a boyfriend, someone I met at school.
Uh?
Yesterday his friends invited us out to karaoke, and in the private room, I ate some of the drugs they brought.
Ahhh?
I feel so dizzy, I don't even know how we got to the hotel, I just feel like I spent the whole night having sex... What's wrong with you?
Youyou , listen to me carefully. I won't stop you from having a boyfriend, but from now on, you absolutely cannot touch any ecstasy, drugs, or even narcotics, understand? Not even once! As for your boyfriend, no matter how handsome he is, I suggest you stop seeing him. If I find out again, I will never see you again. Okay, I promise I won't touch anything again. Then I fell silent. My sister crawled over apologetically, trying to appease me. I smiled at her deliberately, as if I had already forgiven her, but deep down, I couldn't forgive her. My child, how much hurt must you endure before you truly grow up? The next day, I continued to feign tenderness. While waiting to settle the bill in the hotel lobby, my sister ate the ice cream she had brought yesterday. She accidentally spilled some on her chest. She was wearing a low-cut top, so I quickly grabbed a tissue to wipe it off. But then I accidentally spilled some more on her chest. I reached inside and gently wiped her breast. At that moment, my sister smiled at me. I was puzzled. Looking around, I saw everyone staring at me… Suddenly, a bolder idea struck me. So I said, "It's not clean," and then, throwing away the tissue, I licked it off with my tongue. Haha! I heard the receptionist say, "Oh my god, hahahaha!" Under everyone's gaze, my sister and I walked out of the hotel hand in hand. It felt pretty good. On the way home with my sister, we passed a lingerie store. She said she was going to pick up her ordered bra. " Why do you need to pre-order this?" I asked. "No, they don't have my size here. " "Oh, I see, super big boobs, haha. By the way, I think they have A, B, and C cups. What's yours?" "D cup..." " Wait, I'll go with you to take a look. " Actually, I was thinking of just paying for her. While she was trying on sizes, I asked the owner the price and paid. When she came out, wrapped up, and was about to leave, the owner said, "Your boyfriend already paid." She glared at me angrily but didn't say anything. As she got out of the car, she told me, "Don't do that again! I can buy it myself!" Leaving Youyou, as we passed the gate of Southwest University, I felt a pang of sadness. I had decided to end this relationship. Ending it when it seemed so passionate was painful. I was also afraid that my sister would be hurt, because this decision was unilateral. From that day on, I stopped replying to my sister's messages. After a few times, she seemed to understand, and slowly, we stopped chatting. I, however, quietly visited her social media, reading her entries and reflections. For a while, I guessed she had broken up with her boyfriend and wrote about her sadness. A few days ago, I saw she seemed to have woken up from her dream and started studying seriously, attending evening self-study sessions. I replied to her posts, and she started leaving me messages too; I left messages for her as well. One evening, we met, and I asked her how she was doing. She said she wasn't feeling well and was recovering, but she would study hard after she recovered. I asked her with concern what illness she had and how serious it was. She hesitated for a long time before telling me she was pregnant. "Oh?? Do you have enough money for living expenses? You should eat well and ask that guy to come and take care of you." " It's okay, I don't think about him anymore, I don't talk about him, I didn't tell him I was pregnant, I have nothing to do with him anymore, I'll handle my own affairs." "Silly girl, you need to know how to protect yourself." "Yes, I will from now on, thank you for being so kind to me." You must be struggling financially; I haven't seen you online at all. I'll send you some money. It's okay, don't worry, I can manage. The independence of those born in the 90s is beyond my imagination. In the previous post, a fellow enthusiast said that those born in the 90s only care about money. But in this one and only 90s girl I've met, her independence and independent thinking have truly surprised me. She has her own ideas, her own outlook on life, her own values, and her own views on sex. At least, from what I see now, Youyou has a bright future. Apart from that little injury, she's much better than many clueless girls who only know how to have fun. Maybe one day, after Youyou recovers, we'll rekindle our passion, because she also cherishes the days we spent together, talking only about happiness, nothing else. However, I'm a little conflicted because this breaks my own rules. A ill-fated relationship shouldn't be continued. Who knows, maybe our ill-fated relationship isn't over yet~ I sincerely wish Youyou academic success. I sincerely wish Youyou academic success.

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