Humanity, Sex, Beauty

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When I was a child, my parents and I were sent down to the countryside. Although it was a remote and underdeveloped place, it was a completely new world, and everything amazed me. Take our accommodation, for example. We were newcomers and had no place to live. A farmer took us in. His family had three rooms with a door in the middle. They lived in the east room, and we lived in the west room. The doors to the east and west rooms faced each other, so if they didn't close the inner door, I could see everything inside.
What made me happiest was that they had three girls, and they were all very beautiful. Two were older than me, and one was younger. In my mind, rural children were usually disheveled, dressed in tattered blue clothes, with dark skin, yellow teeth, and freckles. But this farmer's family was an exception; both the adults and children were beautiful.
I used to play freely with ordinary-looking girls, but for some reason, when I saw these three beautiful rural girls, I didn't dare approach them. I liked them and really wanted to be with them, but I would get nervous and my heart would race whenever I saw them. I always avoided them, secretly watching them. If the eldest sister hadn't invited me over to play, I don't know when I would have become familiar with them.
After playing a few times, I became more relaxed. Whenever I had free time, I would sneak into their house to play cards and pocket cards with them. Since there were no boys in their family, I was naturally very popular. Another reason was that both our families were from landlord families. In the class society at that time, children from landlord families were discriminated against. The children of poor peasants often called us landlords' sons, stinking landlords, and big landlords. Our young hearts couldn't bear it, so the children from our two families never went out to play with the village children. After my family moved in, I quickly integrated into the group of the three sisters. They often praised me for being pretty and said I was very likable. The eldest sister would often pick me up and kiss me, and the youngest sister also said she liked playing with me. If I didn't go over for a day, the youngest sister would clamor for me to be her brother. Sometimes when I happened to be eating at their house, they would let me eat at the table. Sometimes, when I was tired from playing at night, I would just sleep at their house.
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 the "end of the kang." In the countryside, the side closer to the kitchen is called the "head of the kang," and the side further away from the kitchen is called the "end of the kang." The head of the kang is always for the adults, because they are very tired after a day's work in the production team and always need to sleep on the warm head of the kang to relieve fatigue. Next to the adults is the youngest child, who is easy to take care of at night, followed by my second sister and eldest sister. Since they had already established a fixed arrangement, I couldn't sleep in the middle. My eldest sister said, "You can sleep next to me, I'll take care of you at night."
In rural families, defecating and urinating at night is quite interesting. If it's time to defecate, you would put on your clothes and go outside to the roof, but very few people defecate at night unless they have an upset stomach. When urinating, both men and women did it indoors. A chamber pot was placed in the middle of the floor. The person urinating didn't need to wear clothes, just a vest and shorts. After getting out of bed, they would take off their shorts, expose their buttocks, sit on the chamber pot, and urinate. After finishing, they would return to the bed to continue sleeping.
Men didn't need to sit down to urinate; they would stand next to the chamber pot, pull out their penis from under their shorts, hold it with their hand, aim at the urinal, and urinate. The stream of water would always draw an arc.
The men in that family urinated very forcefully, making a sound as they hit the chamber pot. The stream of water seemed very concentrated. Whenever he got out of bed to urinate, the woman would always mutter, "Be careful, don't spray everywhere. You're such a big man, you can't be careless."
The woman's urination sound was scattered, like splashing water. She would squat down, and it would be over with a whoosh. She had a habit of rubbing her pubic hair back and forth against the rim of the chamber pot after urinating, because her pubic hair was thick and long, and always left many droplets of urine.
The older woman was very solemn when urinating. She would quickly pull down her shorts, sit on the chamber pot, stand straight, and stare ahead with her large, dark eyes, as if deep in thought. After urinating, she would quickly pull her shorts up, obscuring everything except for a glimpse of her round, snow-white buttocks. Her buttocks were indeed very beautiful, very full, but their exposure was always fleeting, like a crescent moon that was immediately covered by a cloud.
My second sister seemed very lazy. She was always languid when she peed, taking her time to pull down her pants. When sitting on the potty, she would lean her body against her knees, her hands constantly pawing at the ground. She was also slow to pull up
her pants after urinating, leaving her big white bottom sticking out for a long time, her genitals exposed for quite some time. Her genitals were pink, and she didn't have pubic hair yet. My little sister always slept naked at night, including when she peed. However, her urination was quite interesting; she needed an adult to "hold her to pee." What is "holding her to pee"? It means having an adult hold her while she squats, aligning her urethra with the opening of the potty, and then letting her urinate. Each time she finished, a lot of residual water would flow down her pink genitals onto her bottom.
In the beginning, I didn't care about anything around me, and they didn't avoid me either. My eldest sister often urinated in Fangshantou, always telling me, "Stand there and don't move. Show me this spot, don't let anyone else come near."
Then she would unbuckle her belt, expose her buttocks, squat down, and urinate. I often saw her white buttocks and the glimpses of dark hair below. Sometimes I wondered why a person's face and buttocks were different colors. For example, my eldest sister's face was dark red, so why was her buttocks so white?
Years passed, and I gradually developed a peculiar feeling towards everything around me. If I hadn't cared before, now I longed for it. I desperately wanted to see the three sisters' breasts, buttocks, and genitals. Even just seeing their bellies would be nice. Even if those parts weren't exposed, I knew where they were hidden and what they looked like, and I always wanted to actively look.
I remember one time I slept at their house. When I urinated at night, I deliberately moved the chamber pot to a different position and then pretended to sleep on the kang (heated brick bed). Coincidentally, all the sisters wanted to urinate, and they decided to take turns, from eldest to youngest.
By this time, my younger sister had grown up and no longer needed to be potty trained, nor did she go around naked.
First, my older sister got down from the bed. She habitually kicked the potty a few times, but didn't touch it, and said, "What's going on? Where's the potty?" My younger sister said, "Just turn on the light and you'll see." Hearing her words, I was secretly pleased, feeling my scheme had succeeded. Sure enough, my older sister turned on the light, then took off her pants and sat on the potty. I pretended to be asleep, but my eyes were constantly peeking. I noticed that my older sister's pubic hair was very thick, black, and lush, extending from her pubic area to her lower abdomen, gradually thinning out. Beneath the dark pubic hair were two deep red labia. For some reason, my body suddenly felt hot, a feeling I had never experienced before. I really wanted to touch that hairy area between her legs, and even more so, I wanted to touch her smooth lower abdomen and her 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 pulled down her pants from behind, revealing her round, large buttocks. Then, before she could even squat down, she pulled down her pants from the front as well, and 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 youngest sister had also developed; her breasts had bulged, her buttocks had perked up, her figure was slender, and her waist was thin. Her pubic area was still pink, without a single hair, giving it a fresh and tender feel.
After watching the three sisters urinate, I felt excited and aroused, 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.
The three sisters quickly fell asleep, but I still couldn't fall asleep, yet I couldn't make a sound, so I pretended to be asleep.
It was late at night, and everyone was quiet. Suddenly, I heard a rustling of the bedding, followed by repeated "huffing" sounds. What was that sound? By the faint moonlight streaming through the gap in the curtains, I was astonished to see my older sister's father on top of her mother, his arms tightly wrapped around her, his hips moving up and down, panting heavily. Her mother was only moaning softly. Her father's movements grew larger and more intense, eventually reaching a frenzied level. Her mother kept making "ah...ah..." sounds, sounding suppressed, as if she wanted to scream but dared not. I think I heard a "squeak, squeak" sound. The couple tossed and turned for a while, then her father exclaimed, "Oh my god!
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and lay still on top of her mother. After a while, he rolled off and quickly fell asleep. Her mother got out of bed to urinate and then went back to sleep. I, however, didn't sleep a wink all night, and was listless all morning the next day, but fell asleep quickly at noon. I slept until nightfall. But what kept replaying in my mind was the private parts of those three sisters, and the intense lovemaking of the couple in the dead of night. I felt an urge, a desire, a longing, but I couldn't quite articulate what I wanted to do. Suddenly, I remembered something my father often said: "If you study, you'll know everything." I then realized that my family had many books, more than any other rural family. So I began to read voraciously, devouring everything. That's how I learned about everything between men and women. 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 didn't know.
I was no longer as innocent and lively as before. I often found myself lost in thought, contemplating matters of love and sex. The next day, my older sister would call me over to play cards, but I was always distracted, my eyes secretly glancing at her. I thought she was beautiful—a dark reddish-brown face, thick eyebrows, and large eyes with lashes that fluttered like tiny brushes. Her pupils were like two shiny black marbles. She had a high nose, a slightly large mouth, and slightly thick lips—that's what they call sexy, I suppose. Her teeth were very white and even.
Since most rural women here have yellow teeth, seeing everyone in my sister's family with white teeth made me feel very comfortable. When she smiled, she was even more beautiful; I really wanted to lick her white teeth. As the eldest daughter in her family, she often helped the adults with chores, so she was very strong and fit—a truly healthy and beautiful woman. Her breasts were very full, and her buttocks were very firm, unlike many women's sagging.
My second sister was still so fair and soft. Her breasts were bigger than her older sister's, her hips were bigger too, and her belly was slightly protruding, as if her clothes could barely contain her developing body. This reminded me of Yang Guifei. My
youngest sister was probably the most beautiful girl, tall, with a rosy face, a slender waist, and long legs, but her face still had a childlike quality.
My eldest sister suddenly said something to me that startled me: "What are you daydreaming about? Are you stupid?" I snapped out of it and started playing cards with them, but I kept losing because I kept thinking about things between men and women. What would it be like if I experienced it with any of the three sisters? Any one of them would make me incredibly happy.
It would be best if it were with my eldest sister.
I don't know how long we played cards. The adults had all gone to sleep, and my youngest sister was also sleepy. My eldest sister said, "You can sleep here too." I was overjoyed. After my eldest sister made up the bedding for me, I obediently lay down next to her.
I suddenly felt that it was already very crowded for six people to sleep on one large kang (heated brick bed). My eldest sister was pressed tightly against me, and even turning over was a bit difficult. I was very happy. Even through a thin layer of clothing, I could feel my older sister's firm body and well-developed muscles. I secretly touched her; every part of her body was hard—her buttocks, her breasts, her abdomen. But I didn't dare to use force. I just pretended to change position while sleeping and casually flicked my hand over, placing it on a certain part of her body, letting myself feel the stimulation of a woman. But I didn't dare to move my hand around, afraid of arousing her suspicion or waking her up.
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. I became bolder and put my hand inside her shorts. My older sister was sleeping on her side with her back to me. I slowly pulled down her shorts, and soon half of her buttocks was exposed. My body started to heat up.
My older sister's buttocks were smooth and firm. My hand reached forward along her buttocks and touched her pubic hair. My hand suddenly trembled, and my whole body trembled uncontrollably. I calmed myself down and touched her pubic hair again. It was thick and stiff, like an old man's beard.
I gently parted her pubic hair with my fingers and reached inside, finally touching her soft labia.
My trembling intensified, and my reaction became more intense. A surge of heat rushed through my body, and my head swelled up. I mustered my courage and inserted my finger between my older sister's labia. It felt very wet and hot inside. I didn't dare to move too much; just enjoying the sensation of my finger inside her vagina was enough for me. Even though it was just a finger, not my penis, it was already an achievement that my finger had reached my older sister's vagina.
What would happen if I put my pee-pee inside? Thinking about this, I suddenly realized that my little brother had become a big brother, and it was as hard as it could possibly be. I couldn't wait to put it into my older sister's vagina. I became even more impulsive and bolder. I wanted to pull down her shorts completely and expose both of her buttocks, but no matter what I did, my older sister could only show the upper half of her buttocks. Because my older sister's body was very sturdy and heavy, the elastic band of the shorts that was pressing down on her was stuck at her hip bone, which was next to the mattress, and I couldn't pull it down any further.
My older sister's buttocks could not be fully exposed no matter what I did, so I had to control the upper part of her buttocks first, and then slowly pull the elastic band down with force. Although the hip bone area wouldn't come down, the elastic band stretched, and since the upper half of her buttocks was already exposed, her buttocks were basically fully exposed. With one hand, I tightly pulled down the elastic band of her shorts, while with the other, I grasped my hard penis and gently inserted it into the deep crevice of her buttocks. When my thigh and armpit pressed tightly against her firm buttocks, when the head of my penis slipped through her thick pubic hair and touched her soft labia, I was overjoyed. With just a little more force, I could penetrate her vagina. That moist, warm little hole—how wonderful it would be! My happiness was about to be realized; I was about to penetrate her. I was so happy, excited, and nervous that I dared not breathe. I parted her labia with my hands, aligning my glans with the center. My glans could already feel the warmth of her vagina. Just one more push, and I would be in heaven, I would ascend to the heavens.
But then, suddenly, my body felt a surge of heat, as if an electric current had coursed through my entire body. A happiness I had never experienced before, a numbness I had never felt before, an infinitely blissful, infinitely sweet, infinitely pleasurable feeling washed over me.
I convulsed, a convulsion that felt like I was dying, or like saying goodbye forever. With this sudden, mysterious pleasure, a sticky substance shot out of my penis, quickly flowing down my older sister's buttocks. I panicked, knowing this was ejaculation, but it had all gotten onto my sister's labia, pubic hair, and buttocks—sticky and warm. I was terrified, I was happy, I was ecstatic, thinking that even if they found out and beat me up, it would be worth it!
I paused for a while. No one on the kang woke up. My penis gradually softened. I felt it first leave my older sister's labia, then leave 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 middle of my older sister's buttocks a few times. I didn't dare to wipe, afraid of waking her up. My older sister was still sleeping. Her sleeping posture was very beautiful and sweet. I thought it would be great to marry her. Although she was older than me, she was very beautiful and capable. In the future, I would take her back to the city and let her enjoy a life of luxury with me.
I was getting sleepy and wanted to drift off. Just as I was drifting 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 breasts rise and fall, I couldn't sleep anymore. Suddenly, a thought popped into my head: I wanted to touch her breasts. Usually, I only felt and guessed at her breasts from her full bosom, but they were never exposed. Even when she urinated at night, I could see her buttocks and genitals, but I never saw her breasts. I pretended to turn 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 of cloth. Back then, girls in the countryside didn't wear bras. Underneath, they wore a very small, tight-fitting undergarment made of sturdy fabric, called a "xieyi" in ancient times. This undergarment had no buttons; it was a closed 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 ancient Chinese women, and also of rural girls at the time. They believed that a girl with large breasts was unsightly.
My hand lingered on the older woman's chest for a while, but the thick, tight undergarment restricted my sensation. So I moved my hand away and slowly reached up from under the undergarment, hoping to touch her breasts directly. But I failed. The undergarment was so tight that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get my hand in. 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 it in would wake her, so I pulled my two fingers back. 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, slipped it under the elastic band of her shorts, and touched her lower abdomen. Soon, I touched her pubic hair, and I lost control again, trembling slightly. I boldly found her labia with my hand, and used my fingers to part them, inserting my middle finger. It felt very smooth, soft, and warm. At the same time, I felt very strange. My older sister's entire body was very firm and hard, so why was the flesh inside her vagina so soft? What puzzled me even more was that my older sister slept so soundly and rarely woke up.
I knew that my older sister had dropped out of school a long time ago. She was at home doing the work of the adults. The two adults were busy with production in the production team, learning from Dazhai, while 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. Honestly, it's no fun for us if my older sister doesn't play with us. She's so tired, so exhausted. That's why she sleeps so soundly at night. It seems like even if I make a bigger move, she won't wake up. Her parents are even more tired than her, so they won't wake up either. My desire swelled even more, and a bolder idea came to me. I pretended to roll over and put one arm and one leg on top of her. She still didn't react, so I pressed my whole body against hers, basically embracing half of her body. Half-embracing my older sister's firm body, listening to her even breathing, feeling the rise and fall of her chest and abdomen, I felt incredibly comfortable. Because 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 long it lasted, but the blissful pleasure gradually faded, and I felt unsatisfied. I slowly moved my whole body up onto her, now pressing my entire body against hers, just like her father would press against her mother. My sister's body was amazing; a young man was on top of her, and she was still fast asleep. I could feel her breath hitting my face. Looking at her beautiful, hazy 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. A young man pressing a young woman down, a young man lying on top of a young woman—what does that feel like? It's exhilarating, blissful, and thrilling.
I tentatively lifted my buttocks and aimed my hard thing at her vulva. I really wanted to imitate her father and thrust hard into her mother's vagina, which would be the greatest happiness in life. But that happiness was 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 take those shorts off. But having reached this point, I didn't want to go any further. I quietly pulled my shorts down to my buttocks, exposing my hard penis. Then, with one hand, I pulled down the elastic band of my sister's shorts. Although I couldn't pull down her lower body and expose her buttocks, I managed to pull the elastic band all the way down, creating a large triangle. Her vulva was finally fully exposed. I slowly pressed down and gently tried 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 felt a few pubic hairs across my glans, like a net covering my vagina, blocking my glans. I felt a slight pain. At this point, I had to let go of the elastic band to support my body. The elastic band of my sister's shorts started to tighten up below her vulva, blocking the base of my penis. Because my penis was still pressed against my older sister's labia, although I couldn't penetrate her, I couldn't let go at this moment. Even though the elastic band of her shorts was constricting the base of my penis, making it uncomfortable, it was insignificant compared to the pleasure I felt all over my body. For the first time in his life, a young man was on top of a young woman, holding her tightly, and even inserting his penis from the elastic band of her shorts into her vaginal opening—that was enough. I was satisfied. If she could spread her legs, open her vaginal opening, if my hips could move up and down, if I could insert my penis into her body and thrust back and forth a few times, then I would be the happiest person in the world. Thinking of this, my body shuddered and went numb, a spasm ran through me, and I tightly embraced my older sister's body. I knew that I had ejaculated another gush of sticky semen. In that instant, I truly 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 only hold that human card in my arms, my whole body goes numb, my joints break, and my juices flow out..."
I slowly moved my body off my older sister's, pulling my now limp member back from between her legs. I felt the elastic band of her shorts bounce back from her genitals to her stomach.
It was likely that I had pulled it too tight, causing it to lose its original elasticity and thus not retract back to her waist... Back then, the layout of rural houses was all the same: a large kang (heated brick bed) on the south side near the window, where the whole family slept; and a large red wardrobe against the north wall, with two large mirrors on top, bearing Mao Zedong's quotations.
In the morning, I was awakened by the sound of the wardrobe being opened. I looked up and saw my older sister getting up. She found a pair of shorts in the wardrobe, quickly took off her own shorts, and then quickly put on the new ones. My head buzzed, and I suddenly remembered that I had ejaculated on her last night and fallen asleep afterward. How could I have forgotten to wipe myself off? I must have stained her shorts.
Would she yell at me? Would she hit me? Would she tell my parents?
After changing into her shorts, the older woman turned to leave the closet, but then hesitated. She found a small, tight-fitting top inside and forcefully pulled it over her head. The top was really tight, and it took her a lot of effort to get it off. Her two enormous breasts sprang out from under the top—so big, so white, so beautiful, like two white mountain peaks… That's when I realized that the most beautiful parts of a woman's body are her breasts and buttocks. That beauty is boundless, full of eternal charm, forever attracting men's gaze and forever stimulating their desires. Perhaps it is because of a woman's full breasts and rounded buttocks that a man's life is filled with sunshine. What's the use of eating well, using nice clothes, or being an official? Seeing a woman's body, seeing a woman's breasts and beautiful buttocks, is enough.
Compared to a woman's breasts and buttocks, the most hidden part of her body, the genitals, is actually quite ugly, like an old man's withered mouth surrounded by a beard. Yet, how did that become a man's ultimate target? Why do men insist on sending their things there? I can't explain it, but I know my goal hasn't been achieved yet. I also really want to send my own things there to experience it.
For several days, I felt like I had committed a terrible crime, and 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, sweeping the yard… I thought it must be a coincidence. Maybe that day my older sister just wanted to change her underwear, maybe it wasn't because I had soiled her. But one day, when we passed each other in the kitchen passageway, she gave me a warm, angry look. I panicked and couldn't sleep well for several days.
During this time, the national situation changed; Deng Xiaoping came to power. News also came to my father from the county town, contacting him about our family's return to the city. My parents 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 most importantly, I hadn't achieved my goal yet.
A few days later, my parents' mood cooled again. My father told me, "According to the current policy, your mother and I will likely be able to go back, but you're already 19, and we can't take you back to the city. But you can't live in this remote place forever. You must study hard, find a chance to go to university in the future, and then you can be assigned back to the city."
But my mind was always on my older sister, on her breasts, on her buttocks, on her genitals, on her beautiful body. I couldn't concentrate on anything; my math suffered. Physics and chemistry were also neglected. Only literature was passable, because I enjoyed writing diaries, poems, and essays, but I hadn't memorized much Tang and Song poetry. Things like "Thunderous drums and trumpets sound on the riverbank, a hundred rapids passed, the road lost..." were truly uninteresting. However, a few colorful ancient poems captivated me: "I compare your loving mouth to a wine cup, the inexhaustible wine intoxicates me; I compare your two nipples to two grave mounds, I wish to be buried here, never to look up..."
In the blink of an eye, everything in the book blurred, and my elder sister's voluptuous body appeared before my eyes. She smiled and waved to me, and I truly couldn't continue studying. I couldn't forget my elder sister.
That day, Zhang Laonian from our village brought my elder sister a potential partner. He said his family lived in another commune, were well-off, his father was a brigade secretary, and he himself was the village's barefoot doctor. The man said he was 25, but I thought he was at least in his thirties. He wasn't tall, his legs were slightly bowed, his face was covered in acne and freckles, his eyes were small, his eyebrows were sparse, his mouth was a little crooked, and his teeth were yellow. My older sister looked at that man, then at me. Her face was expressionless, and she didn't say anything. I compared myself to that young man in the mirror on the north wall, 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 countryside, and the villagers all said I looked like the movie star Wang Xingang. That's when I realized I was already a very handsome young man.
I secretly watched my older sister; she had her head down, her thick eyelashes covering half of her eyes.张老蔫对着大姐的父母说：“也二十多了，该找了。我知道你闺女比我的侄子好看，可你也得想想，谁家贫雇农敢娶你们地主的子女，上次我给你们介绍那个民兵连长还不是嫌弃你们出身不好，怕影响他们的政治前途，后来不干了吗。再说了，你们要是找一个同样出身不好的，那将来生了孩子还是地主成分啊。”
我听了这话，心理一震，他是不是在说我啊，我真想上去揍他，可我们地主的子女是不能打骂贫下中农的，会蹲监狱的。
大姐的爸爸妈妈都在看着大姐，大姐的目光紧紧的盯着镜子上的毛主席语录，那语录是：“誓将无产阶级文化大革命进行到底……过些年再来一次……”大姐突然说：“行，我答应了”她背过脸去，好像是落泪了。我心情沉重的退了出来。
For several days, I didn't go to their room or speak to my eldest sister. She wasn't in a good mood either. We often just passed each other without saying a word. She would just stare with her big, dark eyes as she worked tirelessly.
My parents had gone to the city to arrange a job transfer 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. She said, "Come over and play for a bit. My parents went to the commune. They won't be back today." I quickly asked, "Did they go to that family to discuss the bride price?"
She nodded. I said, "Then let's talk at my place for a while..." She said, "No, it's already late. I have two younger sisters in the room. They'll be scared if they leave me. 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.
The four of us played cards together, but it was a rather boring game. My eldest sister was always lost in thought. I kept my eyes on her, while my youngest sister kept hers. I noticed that her eyes weren't as big as her sister's, but they were incredibly bright and beautiful. If my sister's eyes were "spirited," then hers were "charming." Her eyebrows were thin and long, and her face was rosy. She didn't look like a villager at all; she looked like an actress. My youngest sister noticed me looking at her, gave me a playful glance, and then smiled, revealing two dimples. My second sister saw us looking at each other and secretly smiled, saying, "It's a pity we're all landlord's sons. Otherwise, you could choose one of us as your wife." My youngest sister said, "Brother, choose me! I'm the prettiest. None of the young men in our village are as good-looking as you. I want to be your wife."
After a few jokes, my eldest sister cheered up, and we finally played a few rounds happily. Night fell, everyone was quiet, and even the village dogs stopped barking. My second sister was already incredibly sleepy. My younger sister was also clamoring to sleep, so my older sister tucked her in. She glanced at me with her beautiful eyes and said, "You can sleep here too." I nodded happily, and our eyes met. In that instant, I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body, and I felt instantly warm. I noticed my older sister's face flushed slightly.
I lay down next to her, quite naturally. She stared at the ceiling with bright eyes, and I stared intently at her face. My second and younger sisters quickly fell asleep. Knowing the answer already, I asked my older sister, "Are you asleep?" She said, "No." I said, "Let's play riddles. I'll tell you, and you guess." She 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." She said, "I know what it is, but I won't say. It's not nice." I said, "There's no one else here, just the two of us. What are we afraid of?" She said, "Then I'll tell you. It must be something between a man's or woman's lower body." I laughed and said, "You guessed wrong, big sister. The answer to this riddle is 'eyes'."
For the first time, my big sister hit me like a child: "You're so naughty! Say another one, let me guess."
I said again, "One end is pubic hair, the other is bald, and when you pull it in, white fluid comes out." The older sister said, "I guess it's still about men and women, but I'm afraid you're playing a trick on me." I quickly said, "Tell me how you understand it first. Anyway, there's no one else here, and I won't tell anyone." The older sister said, "I understand it to mean when a woman and a man have sex. The one end is pubic hair, the other is bald, which is the man's penis, and when you pull it in, white fluid comes out, which is 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 tell her the real answer. I went along with it and said, "Where did you see that? Have you been with other men?" My older sister quickly said,
"What are you thinking? When I was little, I was the first child, and my parents always cuddled me to sleep, waking me up several times. I saw it many times. I remember it was a morning, already dawn. I was a restless sleeper, and I rolled to their feet. Suddenly, something kicked me a few times. I opened my eyes and saw my father on top of my mother. My father had that thing inside my mother, and then he was moving up and down. Later, a lot of white stuff came out." After she finished speaking, she seemed embarrassed, putting an arm and a leg on me, half-hugging me, and pressing her face close to mine. I felt her face was very hot. My heart pounded, and I had a premonition, as if my goal was about to be achieved.
After a moment of silence, it seemed there was nothing more to say. I suddenly remembered something and said, "Big sister, I remember you rode a horse." She said, "Yes, those boys looked down on us girls, so I rode one and raced them, and I beat them." I said to her, "Weren't you afraid of chafing your butt?" 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 butt chafed?" She said, "No, it was the front." I said, "Was your hymen broken?" She nodded. After a moment of silence, I said again, "Big sister, let me give you another riddle." She said, "Just give me one, anything will do."
I mustered my courage and said, "A person on top of another, flesh within flesh, a pull and movement, endless pleasure." She said, "You don't need to explain, I know everything." Suddenly she hugged me tightly, and my whole body felt like it was on fire.
My eldest sister said, "Let me tell you a true story. One night, Dad and Mom were doing something, and Mom suddenly couldn't help but scream, waking all three of us sisters. I knew what was happening, so I pretended to be asleep. My second sister cried and hit Dad, saying, 'Get off! Get off! You'll hurt Mom if you keep pressing down like that!' But she didn't know that Dad couldn't get off at that point, yet she still kept pushing him down. At this moment, my youngest sister woke up too. She looked between Dad and Mom and quickly said, 'Second sister, don't push him down! You can't push him down! There's a fleshy stick inside Dad that's stuck in Mom's belly!'" After hearing my eldest sister's story, I felt a surge of warmth and suddenly hugged her tightly, my voice trembling, "Elder sister, let me tell you a story too."
By then, my eldest sister and I were already embracing each other tightly. I said, "In ancient times, there was a remote mountain valley where an old man and his daughter lived. The daughter was over twenty and still unmarried because she hadn't met a good man. One day, a scholar traveling to the capital for the imperial examinations passed through this area and asked to stay at their house. The old man agreed.
That night, a lama craftsman also came and wanted to stay. The old man said, 'Our small kang (heated brick bed) can only sleep three people. If you don't mind, you can sleep on the woodpile.' The lama craftsman said, 'Sure, I'm a musician, and I'm often away on work. I can sleep anywhere.'
In the middle of the night, the daughter couldn't resist any longer. She stepped over her father and crawled into the scholar's bed, reaching out to touch his genitals. The scholar's penis quickly became erect, so he also reached out to touch the girl's genitals. The girl stroked the scholar's penis back and forth and asked,
'What is this?' The scholar said, 'This is the top scholar.' The scholar then asked the girl, 'What is between your legs?'" The clever girl said, "This is the residence of the top scholar." The scholar said, "Since it's the residence of the 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), and the scholar rolled over and climbed on top of her, taking his "top scholar's" penis and thrusting it hard into the girl's "scholar's residence." The girl cried out and tightly hugged the top scholar's buttocks, pushing them up and holding him tightly. The top scholar quickly understood. He began to move up and down on the girl's body, faster and faster, harder and harder, until they both cried out at the climax, "Ah...ah...faster, the top scholar enters the residence! The top scholar enters the residence! Ah, ah, in!" Just then, the musician sleeping on the pile of firewood had a dream. He heard that the top scholar had entered the residence, so he took out his trumpet and started playing.
She kept shouting, "The top scholar has entered the mansion, let's play music to welcome him!" Her shouts woke the old man. He groggily asked what was going on, what top scholar had entered the mansion. Upon hearing this, the girl hurriedly got up, stepped over the old man, and returned to her bed. Just as she stepped, a sticky substance flowed from her body and dripped onto the old man's face. The old man touched it and said, "What is this stuff?" Listening carefully, he realized, "Ah, right, the top scholar has entered the mansion, there are notices posted at all four gates, how did this paste get on my face?" Hearing this, the older sister hugged me even tighter, her whole body trembling. Suddenly, she grabbed my already very hard penis and asked, "What is this?" I said in a trembling voice, "This is... this is... this is the top scholar." After saying this, I quickly reached between the older sister's legs and skillfully inserted a finger. She was already very wet, and fluid was flowing out. I hurriedly asked her, "Sister, where is this place?" Her voice trembled, and she mumbled, "This is the Scholar's Residence." I quickly said, "Can I, the scholar, go in?" She said, "Sure, come in quickly." She quickly straightened her body, spreading her shapely legs wide. I hurriedly climbed on top of her, then knelt between her legs and thrust my hard member deep into her opening. I pressed my entire body against hers; she held me tightly, and I held her tightly in return. My mouth unconsciously... I kissed her sexy lips, and she slipped her tongue into my mouth. We were mouth to mouth, chest to chest, belly to belly, pubic hair to pubic hair, legs pressed together. My hard penis was tightly enveloped inside her body. She clung to me desperately, and I held her tightly. I wanted to thrust a few times, but a shudder and spasm ran through me, and my semen erupted like lava, like a flood bursting its banks, shooting irresistibly into her body. I convulsed inside her for a long time, feeling as if I were being melted by fire. I felt like I had reached the highest realm of life, with no regrets. After a moment, I calmed down and hurriedly asked her, "Does it hurt?" She said, "No, it doesn't hurt. I feel so good, really, more good than ever before." She then hugged my buttocks tightly, pressing herself against me. I originally intended to pull out and lie down, but my older sister was holding me tightly, and I still had my penis inside her. She hugged me, kissed me, and mumbled, "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 truly amazing. It feels so good, can we do it again? Good brother, give your sister another time. I need it, I really need it." I knew I had already ejaculated, but I found my penis strange. Even though I had already ejaculated, couldn't fight anymore, and was soft, its size hadn't changed much. In other words, even though I had ejaculated and was soft, it was still the same length and thickness. Since my older sister still wanted it, even if I lost my passion, I should still satisfy her. I said to my older sister, "Okay, let's do it again." I intended to thrust up and down a few times to make her feel better. However, because her thigh muscles were well-developed and her vaginal muscles contracted very strongly, when I lifted my buttocks and "whoosh" pulled my penis out of her body, her body twitched. I asked her, "What's wrong?" She said, "The moment you pulled out, I felt so good." I quickly said, "I'll make you feel good right now." I tried to insert it a few times, but I couldn't get it in; it was almost bent. The older sister laughed and said, "I'd better open my legs. If I keep them closed, even a rapist probably can't do anything." She opened her legs and even parted her labia herself. Her big eyes burned with passion, like they were on fire. I had no choice but to slowly insert my limp thing with my hand. It was soft and weak, but to please her, I continued thrusting in and out. Several times it slipped out, and she had to put it back in herself. At this point, she began to moan softly, her body... Her body began to writhe, her chest heaving. Her moans were so beautiful, so alluring, so intoxicating. I felt my blood boil again, my desire rekindled, and my penis gradually hardened, soon returning to its initial erection.
This time, I should make my older sister feel good. I propped myself up on my arms, creating space between our bodies. I pulled my penis out and thrust it in again, out and in again. Each time I pressed down, my older sister arched her back, eagerly responding to my thrusts. I thrust forcefully, and the older woman's juices flowed incessantly. It felt like inflating a bicycle tire. I pounded hard between her legs, our muscles colliding and making a "slap, slap" sound. I moved faster and harder, almost frantically, even though I was already all the way in. I kept pushing in, hitting her cervix several times. She groaned, "Ah ah!" For the first time, she abandoned all inhibitions; her facial expressions changed constantly, her facial muscles twitching uncontrollably. I thrust upwards with all my might, and downwards with all my might, when suddenly my whole body convulsed, and even my bones went limp. My older sister almost cried out too, and I collapsed onto her, motionless.
She held me tightly, panting heavily, her body limp, her muscles no longer as firm and strong as usual. It was the first time I'd ever seen her lying there like a puddle of mud, drenched in sweat.
She was sweating profusely too. Suddenly, she said, "I never imagined life could taste like this, it's truly wonderful.
Knowing it shouldn't be, but having experienced it, I have no regrets." "I was really exhausted this time, lying on the side panting heavily. My older sister quickly found a towel to wipe my sweat and made me a cup of sugar water. Then she climbed onto the kang (heated brick bed) and held me tightly in her arms, softly saying, 'Good brother, thank you.' I hugged her back tightly. I felt like I was dreaming, I couldn't believe it was real, but it really was. This was no longer about sneaking my hand into my older sister's pants in the middle of the night. Now I was truly holding my older sister in my arms; and I could touch every part of her body at will, no longer afraid, no longer trembling with fear.
Older sister, this ..." A country girl, with a strong body and full figure, was in my arms. I was a lucky man. I kissed her, touched her stomach, her buttocks, her pubic hair, and her thighs. Everything was wonderful, and she seemed very happy. When my hand touched her chest, that annoying tight-fitting dress felt very in the way. Without saying a word, she took off her dress, pressing her breasts tightly against my body. I grabbed her breasts and squeezed and rubbed them hard, even biting them. She cried out, "Ah!" and laughed, "Ha, that hurts!" Embarrassed, I rubbed them for her. She was in great shape and quickly regained her energy. Being young, I also quickly forgot my fatigue.
She said, "Tell me another story. Your story is very moving." "
I told him I'd read a book called *The Decameron*, about a tramp who stopped at a small inn in a small town. That night, the inn had few customers. The owner was a middle-aged man, and his wife was in her early thirties and very beautiful. The tramp said to the innkeeper, 'Your wife is beautiful, but women age quickly after thirty. I have a way to turn your wife back to eighteen. I'll first use magic to turn her into a donkey, then I'll use magic to turn her back into a human. Then she'll be eighteen again.'
The man said, 'Then you'll be transformed.' The woman agreed. The tramp said, 'There's one condition: you must listen to me. Do as I tell you to do. If you don't, everything will be over.
Also, you can't stop anything you see, and you can't speak. If you speak, you'll fail.
' The innkeeper and his wife both agreed. The tramp said, 'Have your wife take off all her clothes.'"
"The woman then stripped naked. The homeless man said, 'Kneel on the floor, hands on the ground in front, buttocks sticking up.' The woman did as he was told. The homeless man then began his magic, stripping off his own clothes piece by piece. He touched the woman's body, saying, 'I'll put a donkey skin on you first,' and then touched her breasts, buttocks, and genitals. He even touched her pubic hair from behind and parted her labia. Her labia were large and loose; when the homeless man parted them, her vulva opened like two doors. At this point, the homeless man's penis was erect and very hard. He muttered, 'To turn her into a donkey, you need a tail. The key is to install a tail for her. Alright, I'd rather sacrifice myself...'" "Even my good stuff has to be put on her tail," he said, kneeling behind the woman. He took out his penis and thrust it hard into her anus, beginning to pump. Seeing the homeless man having sex with his wife, making "slap slap"
sounds, and the woman starting to moan, the shopkeeper couldn't hold back any longer. He kicked the homeless man to the ground, yelling, "You bastard, you're having sex with my wife..." The homeless man got up, put on his clothes, and said, "It's over, everything's over. I told you not to say it, but you beat me up. I can't do it anymore. I failed." The older woman listened carefully, not laughing, but hugging me tightly, saying, "Men doing this kind of thing from behind, we have it in the countryside too."
I was surprised and quickly asked, "You've seen it?" She said, "Once, I went to borrow something from Zhang Laonian's daughter-in-law's house. I went from behind the house, and I followed the east wall of their house to the yard. As soon as I reached the corner of the wall, I heard strange sounds coming from inside the house. It was the panting of a man and a woman, and the slapping sounds of flesh hitting flesh, like one person slapping another. I knew her husband was herding sheep for the production team in the meadow and wasn't home in the summer. I peeked into the house and saw Zhang Laonian's daughter-in-law doing *that* with Li the carpenter from the back village. Zhang Laonian's daughter-in-law hadn't taken off her clothes or pants; she was just lying on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), exposing her buttocks. The carpenter hadn't taken his clothes off either; he had just unbuckled his belt and taken out his penis. He was doing it from behind, holding Zhang Laonian's daughter-in-law's hips and thrusting in and out. The carpenter was also occasionally leaning over..." When I got to her, the woman turned her head back, and the two of them kissed. Seeing that, my whole body felt like it was on fire, and I quickly retreated, not going inside. I thought, a man penetrating a woman's body from behind must feel very good too. If you penetrate me from behind, I'll sit my whole buttocks in your lap, and you'll hold my buttocks while we do it; it must be very good too. After saying that, the older woman touched me, then laughed and said, "Maybe it's because we've been talking about buttocks for so long, and it's gotten you all worked up. Look how hard you are, I'm ignoring you." Really, I was already aroused again, really wanting to try penetrating her from behind, but she ignored me and actually turned her body away. She had her back to me, but I could already feel her round, plump buttocks offering themselves to me. I immediately understood, and I touched the center of her buttocks; it was wet there. I was extremely excited. I gripped my hard thing and slid it into her buttocks. My older sister trembled slightly, pressing her buttocks forcefully into my lap, saying, "You found it perfectly!" I started thrusting, and she responded in kind. Indeed, a large, white buttocks were completely nestled in my lap, and my thing moved back and forth along her buttocks—it felt quite good. However, since we were both lying on our sides, our hips rubbed against the mattress as we thrust, which was uncomfortable. My older sister said, "Well, it's all the same anyway. I'll kneel on the kang and stick my buttocks up, and you can go ahead and do it from behind." She suddenly threw the blanket aside, knelt on the mattress, and stuck her buttocks up. I quickly knelt behind her, aimed at her, and thrust in forcefully. I thrust forward, she sat back, and the slapping sounds echoed in the room in the dead of night. We both became more and more excited as we went on, and I also... I climbed onto her back to find her mouth, and she turned around sensitively, like a bird turning back to give me her mouth. I kissed her while I was having sex. By this time, I was drenched in sweat. My older sister said, "Are you very tired? I'll lie down. You can lie on top of me; you just need to move your butt a little." I nodded and pulled my penis out of her body. I looked at myself; it was taut, wet, and swollen to a purplish-red, with clearly visible veins. The eldest sister lay there expertly, legs spread, her labia parted with her hands, her large, lustful eyes gazing at me with deep affection. The most unforgettable moment was 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 touch something hard and smooth inside her—her uterus. In peasant terms, I had "go all the way in." The eldest sister let out a soft "Ah!" and tightly hugged my buttocks.
And then, the unexpected happened. She had pulled the blanket over the second sister's face. The second sister was already awake and had been watching us for a while. Suddenly, she asked, "What are you two doing?" Her question stunned both the eldest sister and me. Perhaps this was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to us. The eldest sister reacted quickly, panting, "We were just playing a game." I quickly added, "Yes, it's a game for two people, a man and a woman. You and my younger sister are asleep, so my older sister and I have to play this two-person game." My second sister glanced at me mysteriously and asked, "What's the name of the game? How do you play it?" I hurriedly replied, "It's called 'Drilling a Well.' The man uses his genitals 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, and after a while, the 'water' naturally flows out." My second sister asked, "Is it fun?" My older sister said, "It's very fun, quite comfortable." My second sister said, "Then I'll play a round, come on." My older sister quickly said, "No, that's for adults, children can't play like that." My second sister said, "He and I are the same age, both nineteen. He can play with you, so why can't he play with me? If you don't let him play with me even once, I'll tell Dad and Mom tomorrow!" I stared into my eldest sister's eyes, seeking her opinion. She nodded and said, "Go play with him for a while, but only a few of us know about this. Don't tell anyone, okay?" My second sister quickly said, "Okay, let's begin." She imitated my eldest sister, lying there with her legs spread open, displaying her opening to me. I had no choice but to steel myself and insert my "drill" into her "well." I felt this was inappropriate; I had given my virginity to my eldest sister, who was practically my wife. I shouldn't do this kind of thing with other women, but now that things had come to this, I had no choice. My second sister's skin was whiter than my eldest sister's, her breasts were bigger, and her buttocks were bigger. Her entire body was covered in soft, delicate flesh. Lying on top of her felt like being on a waterbed, or like a large block of tofu, swaying and trembling. Her skin was also very loose; if I didn't hold on tight, I was afraid I would slip off her. I supported my chest with both hands, moving my hips up and down, my penis thrusting 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. Her entire body trembled from my fucking. She gradually began to moan, the sounds growing louder and louder. Unlike her older sister, who controlled herself, she let it happen naturally. Suddenly, she grabbed my buttocks with both hands, lifting and pulling me, slamming me against her own stomach. Our movements made a "smack, smack" sound. She mumbled, "Faster, faster, good, good," the sounds growing louder until she finally shouted, "Faster, better, so good, ah... ah... oh my god! So good!" She cried out, then suddenly hugged me tightly. Her whole body began to convulse, and she scratched and pinched me painfully. I knew she had reached orgasm. This struggle caused a new situation: my younger sister woke up, turned on the light, sat up, stared at everything that was happening, and shouted, "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, like this": She pushed me out and then pulled me back, letting the little sister watch my penis go in and out of her vagina, and she even moaned a few times. The little sister hurriedly said, "I want to play too, I want to play too, brother, please play with me too."
"The eldest sister quickly stopped her, saying, 'No, little kids can't play this. 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 and quickly took off her clothes, lying there waiting for me to get on top of her. She writhed her snake-like body, shouting incessantly. I hurriedly climbed off my second sister and hugged the little sister, saying, 'Come on, brother will play with you, but we can't play well-digging, it will hurt. You touch my drill bit, and I'll touch your well.' As I spoke, I placed her little hand on my penis and let her play with it. I began to stroke her genitals. The little sister's genitals had just grown a few pink hairs. Her waist was very slender, and it felt comfortable to hold her. Her breasts weren't very big, but they were very full. Her buttocks weren't very big either, but like her breasts, they were round, full, and smooth. I felt like I was holding a little pet. I thought I could fool her like this, but my second sister suddenly said:
"Little sister, you're so silly. He's just fooling you. Digging a well is much more fun, the most comfortable thing to do." Upon hearing this, the little sister jumped out of my arms, lay down on the kang (heated brick bed), tilted her head back, and spread her long, slender legs, saying, "Come on, get on, let's dig a well! I want to dig a well! If you don't play with me, I'll tell everyone about you two!" I looked at my older sister, who said helplessly, "She's seventeen now, just agree to it." The little sister tilted her head, glared with her captivating phoenix eyes, and pursed her lips, saying, "Well, my older sister says it's okay, hurry up and dig a well with me." Looking at her slender body, her high, firm breasts, her thin waist, and her round, long, slender legs, I couldn't bear it. She was practically a perfect work of art! I was wasting her beauty! I was an old cow eating young grass!
I climbed onto my younger sister, holding her tightly. It felt so good. My older sister's body was firm, my second sister's was soft, and my younger sister's was smooth and delicate, even a little cool. Holding her felt like holding a little snake. I had first slept with a girl older than me, then with a girl my own age, and now I was on top of this younger girl. My erection was harder than ever before. If it were my older sister, I would thrust in all the way, making her feel good. But this was my younger sister, and my erection was at its peak. Could she handle it? I was conflicted. Although I longed to taste this beautiful little girl, reason told me she was still a child. So I simply thrust my hardest member between her legs, pressing it against her tender labia. She seemed to enjoy it; her body writhed like a dancing snake, and she even let out soft moans. I became even more excited and aroused. 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, using my thighs to clamp her legs together, preventing her from opening them. My penis moved rhythmically between her legs, my blood surging, and I felt myself about to ejaculate. Her face flushed, her body twitching and trembling. I thought I could easily push my penis into her vagina, but I couldn't! My body began to tingle and burn. I ejaculated immediately. A sense of panic washed over me, and suddenly, she opened her legs. One hand grabbed my penis and aimed it at her vagina, while the other hand forcefully pulled my buttocks and moved the other hand away. With a "Ah!", my penis slid all the way into her vagina. I felt waves of heat surging through my body and rushing to my genitals, like thousands of streams flowing into a river. All the heat from my body gathered in my genitals and flowed out rapidly from below. At that moment, I was going crazy, I was out of control, I was screaming wildly, I couldn't stop. I fucked her relentlessly, my thick penis gushing as it thrust and pounded into her tight vagina. The little girl, whether in pain or pleasure, grimaced, sweat beading on her forehead, her beautiful face flushed, veins bulging on her forehead. She instantly became a madwoman, screaming, and I screamed too. We twisted and struggled together, I pounding into her small body with all my might, her tender vulva almost bursting from my engorged penis. Just as my lips touched hers, she opened her mouth wide as if crying, "Brother, I need to pee! I need to pee!" Actually, I had only kissed her teeth. We held each other tightly, reaching climax simultaneously. I lay on top of her, panting, and she went limp like a lump of mud. After a while, my younger sister said, "You can get down now, my bottom is all wet." I then remembered that my older sisters were still around. I didn't care about my second sister, but I felt bad for my older sister. My older sister noticed my expression and comforted me, saying, "It's nothing, as long as you're happy." I felt a little sorry for my younger sister and quickly asked, "Does it hurt a lot?" My younger sister suddenly laughed and said, "It hurt at first, then it went numb, and then it felt like bugs were crawling around." My older sister said, "You must never tell anyone about this kind of game, never tell Mom and Dad, never tell anyone, understand?" My second sister said, "Don't treat us like children, we know everything. It's not a game, we just didn't want to expose you." My younger sister said, "Actually, we both knew a long time ago that this wasn't a game. We even secretly did it before, but it wasn't as good as doing it with my brother. My second sister's hands hurt so much." "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. In the countryside at that time, it was considered a top-class lineup. The whole village, young and old, came to watch the excitement. My older sister was dressed very elegantly, and she and the groom, who was wearing a red cross-shaped sash, sat together on an overturned manger in a carriage, attracting a lot of attention. A wedding is supposed to be a very lively scene, but everyone present was stunned. They never expected that the groom was so ugly, and my older sister was so beautiful, like a fairy. It was truly a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung. Many people sighed and said, 'That girl is really blind. If it weren't for her landlord background, how could she have married that ugly guy?'" "I felt terrible, thinking that my elder sister was heading towards hardship. I thought that if I weren't from a landlord family, I would definitely marry her.
I thought my elder sister must be suffering a lot too. Strangely, there wasn't a trace of gloom on her face. She smiled, waved to everyone, and searched the crowd with her eyes. I knew she was looking for me. I subconsciously waved back. When she saw me, her eyes lit up with excitement.
The boss's whip cracked, and the carriage pulled my elder sister away into the distance. My elder sister had a resolute expression on her face. She seemed to be facing the future with great courage and confidence. I, on the other hand, felt like I had lost my pillar of support, feeling disheartened and listless. Suddenly someone shouted, 'Everyone's gone. What are you still standing here for? Do you 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; 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 an art school. He led 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 quite good, and art schools didn't require science subjects. I passed the exam smoothly. I felt that the female examiner's eyes were just like my older sister's.
My parents' jobs were also transferred back to the city. My 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 go to school. News came from my older sister..." To make matters worse, her father-in-law was imprisoned for opposing Deng Xiaoping. Her husband had also lost his job, and her eldest sister had become the tyrant of the household, refusing to share a room with her husband. She even wanted a divorce, and her parents had gone to mediate the dispute. Only my two sisters and I were left at home. My younger sister said, "Come stay in our room tonight for the last night,
since you're leaving. Consider it a farewell party for you." I knew what she meant.
Finally, night fell, and it was completely dark. My younger sister and second sister drew the curtains in their room and used blankets and pillows to seal all the gaps. All the doors were bolted. My heart began to pound.
The younger sister said, "Come on, brother, let's play the 'well-digging game' one last time." She then took off her clothes. The second sister followed suit. I had no choice but to strip naked as well. The younger sister pounced on me first. We embraced naked. She was very 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. Her vagina quickly became wet. It was only then that I noticed my penis pointed upwards when erect. My younger sister seized the opportunity, lifted her hips, and inserted my penis into her vagina. We stood facing each other on the ground and started doing it. She writhed in my arms like a smooth snake, my penis thrusting in and out of her vagina. Our mouths were close, chests pressed together, and our bellies bumped against each other. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around my neck, jumped up, and wrapped her long, slender legs around my waist, sitting on my penis. I quickly grabbed her buttocks and moved her up and down. She seemed very happy, but my older sister got impatient and said, "Hurry up, I can't take it anymore." She pulled my younger sister down, pressing her soft, white body against me, her two large breasts pressed tightly against my chest. She also wanted to do it standing opposite 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 gloatingly. My older sister was very anxious; she was already wet. I had her lie face down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), her buttocks sticking out. Her buttocks were really big and white, and the flesh between her legs was more abundant than others, swollen and red, bulging out—what people call a steamed bun shaped like a slice of bread. I inserted my penis into the middle of that bun-shaped opening. Her full buttocks and large vulva pressed tightly against my thighs and stomach; that soft, fluffy flesh felt incredibly good. I thrust my penis in again and again, her buttocks trembling like the face of a chubby dancing child, which was very pleasurable. Like an older sister, she turned around 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 the area around my penis. I was still enjoying it when suddenly I heard a thud. My younger sister had fallen onto the kang, angry. I quickly jumped onto the kang, 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, refusing to look at me. I got off the bed, grabbed her little feet, pulled her buttocks to the edge of the bed, lifted her legs, and licked her vulva vigorously. The salty taste, the tender little hole, the sparse pubic hair excited me immensely. I stuck my tongue into her vagina several times, and 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..." My penis became erect again. I put her legs on my shoulders, aimed my penis at her vulva, and thrust it in hard. As I fucked, I said, "I'll fuck you to death, fuck you to death for being naughty, for being naughty!" This method was really scientific, better than other positions. It also saved me a lot of effort, and I penetrated very deeply. It was the first time I had 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 done 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 complete what we hadn't finished 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 slammed her against the wall. I pushed hard, squeezed hard, as if trying to flatten her, as if trying to push her off the wall. I convulsed, she screamed, and I held 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, "Can you get pregnant?" The younger sister smiled and said, "Our older 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. This may 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 can ever be your wife again." "You're studying arts. Once you're at school, surrounded by so many beautiful girls, will you still remember us country girls?
" I was surprised that my younger sister could say such mature things. I hugged her tightly, kissed her, and said, "Study hard. I'll marry you after I graduate. Really, I'm not lying. Consider this my way of making it up to you sisters.
" My sister said, "You mean to make it up to our family for taking care of you?" I said, "No, it's not that. After all, we went through those difficult years together. If it weren't for you giving me happiness, I really don't know how I would have survived those ten years of catastrophe!" "The next day, their parents returned. They said that my older sister had agreed to sleep with that man for the next few days, and that she didn't want a divorce anymore. They said they felt sorry for her and her daughter, who cried every day.
The third day, the day before I was supposed to go to school, the farmers had all gone to the fields in the morning, and the students had all gone to school.
Perhaps I was the only one left in the whole village who was about to leave. I had already started packing
my luggage. Suddenly, the door opened. My older sister appeared in front of me, and we immediately hugged each other. After being separated for so long, our emotions were overwhelming. We rolled from the ground onto the kang (a heated brick bed), and I couldn't help but put my hand inside her lap. I noticed that she was wearing a bra, and I easily slipped my hand inside and touched her breast. I said, 'You've gained weight.' She said, 'Now the old lady cooks and does chores. We landlords have turned the tables.'" She reached into my pants and unbuckled my belt. I unbuckled hers too. I pulled my pants down to my thighs, and she pulled hers down to her thighs as well. She pulled up her top and bra, exposing her full breasts. We were like dry wood meeting a raging fire, like parched land receiving rain. I easily inserted my penis into her vagina and began to thrust wildly. Her face flushed, 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 a frenzy. A wave of numbness, a melting sensation—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 get down, not letting me pull out. We lay there like that, embracing, for a long, long time… Later, we both put on our pants. She watched as my thing, which had given her so much pleasure, instantly entered my pants, and she smiled. I watched as her thick pubic hair and those familiar labia were sealed by her pants. I felt comforted too. She said, “I’m tired, I’ll lie down a little longer.” I said, “Anyway, I’m already wearing pants, you can lie down as long as you want.” After some time, she got up, looked in the mirror, tidied her clothes and hair, and said, “I should go home.” I thought she was joking, but she really did leave the village. As she left, she said to me, “Don’t tell anyone you saw me.” I felt very strange, like I was dreaming, but this wasn’t a dream, it was reality. There were still her vaginal fluids and my semen stains on the kang (heated brick bed), and her hair on the comb… 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 guy in the class. Many girls were staring at me, but I cherished this day of liberation, and I studied desperately, forgetting everything else.
The following summer, I returned to my hometown, which I had left eleven years prior. My family had moved back to the city when I started school. While shopping, I noticed a graceful girl standing before me, smiling sweetly and calling me "Brother." I was taken aback. 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 the same, her face still had that childlike innocence, and her phoenix eyes were still captivating. She told me she had been accepted into a nursing school and would graduate in three years. What a coincidence! I had four years, she had three, and we would graduate together. My older sister said my second sister had married a teacher in the countryside. She said my eldest sister had also come to the city and rented several counters in a shopping mall to sell clothes, earning a good income. Her husband was still unemployed, staying home to cook and take care of the children. I asked in surprise if my eldest sister had given birth. Was it a boy or a girl? My younger sister said it was a boy, and quite handsome. I said, "As long as he doesn't look like my brother-in-law, it's fine." That evening, I brought my younger sister home to meet my parents. They invited her to stay for dinner, and afterwards, we went to my older sister's house together. We walked side by side, chatting, and she naturally took my arm. Many people looked at us with envy, and some even said, "What a happy couple!"
My older sister looked much younger. She had her hair down, wore high heels, and light makeup; her breasts and buttocks were still as full and alluring as ever. My brother-in-law, however, looked like an old servant, holding a very handsome little boy who seemed completely mismatched with him. The man was still too shy to speak, just staring blankly at me. My sister took the child and placed him in my arms, saying, "Let your uncle see 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 either; he looked familiar, but I couldn't quite place him.
After graduation, my younger sister and I were both assigned to the city, and we got married. I specially rented a new house with a heated kang (traditional Chinese bed) like in the countryside. After the wedding, everyone left. My sister hadn't left yet, still busy with things for my younger sister and me, worried that my younger sister wouldn't know how to cook or do housework. It was late at night. My sister wanted to go back, but I said, "Don't go, just sleep here." My sister 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. She was already quite fashionable. She said, 'Big sister, don't be so formal. This isn't our first time. People might think it's our wedding night, but let's just consider it a rekindling of old dreams. After all, we've been through hardships together.' My younger sister skillfully drew the curtains and covered all the gaps with clothes, newspapers, and other things. She even looked inside from the outside to make sure she was safe before locking the door. She started taking off her clothes first, then made my older sister take them off too, not letting me see. When I turned around, there were two lingerie mannequins standing in front of me, both wearing bikinis. Their figures, waists, breasts, and hips were all very standard. I went over and gentlemanly took off their bras and panties. My older sister wanted me to have sex with my younger sister first, while my younger sister wanted me to have sex with my older sister first. In the end, my younger sister got wet first. So I started with her. She watched a lot of videos..." We learned some new positions and kept changing them. One moment I was on top, the next 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 said, "There's one more position you haven't tried yet, which is with your mouth." The younger sister said, "That's what I can't do. I'm afraid of feeling nauseous, afraid of throwing up." The older sister said, "Then let me, the older sister, do it." She had me stand on the ground, and she squatted down, grabbed my penis, and put it in her mouth. She glanced at me and started moving her head back and forth, letting my penis move back and forth in her mouth. This was my first time experiencing oral sex. I stroked her hair, watching her mouth tightly suck on my penis. I felt a tingling sensation all over my body, like many insects crawling on me, and I quickly became hard again. I wanted to thrust forward, but I knew it wasn't her vagina, it was her throat. Even though I was erect, I didn't dare to push forward. She looked up and saw my intention, then suddenly took my entire penis into her mouth, all the way down to her throat. Her face turned red from holding it in, and tears streamed down her face. She coughed incessantly. I couldn't let her do anything more for me. I helped her up, carried her onto the bed, and felt like she was a bride. I put her down... We lay down on the kang (a heated brick bed). She was breathing heavily with excitement, her chest heaving and her hips thrusting upwards. I knew she was a horny woman; she wouldn't let her brother-in-law have sex with her more than a few times. I climbed on top of her and skillfully inserted my penis. After all, she had given birth; her vagina was much softer, but her body was still beautiful, and her expressions were rich. Every time I thrust, she would writhe, like a porn star.
I tried every position my younger sister knew with my older sister, and finally, we both reached orgasm, writhing wildly and moaning happily. My older sister lay in my arms like a little girl and softly said,
"Who does my son look like?" "Suddenly I understood. I held my older sister tightly in my arms, kissing her desperately... She was asleep. I said, 'You still have one more trick to try, which is with your mouth.' My younger sister said, 'I can't do that, I'm afraid of feeling nauseous, I'm afraid of throwing up.'
My older sister said, 'Then let me, the older sister, do it.' She made me stand on the ground, and she squatted down, grabbed my penis, and put it in her mouth. She looked up at me and started moving her head back and forth, letting my penis thrust in and out of her mouth. It was my first time experiencing oral sex. I stroked my older sister's hair, watching her mouth form a circle and tightly suck on my penis. I felt a tingling sensation all over my body, like many insects crawling on me, and soon I got hard again. I wanted to thrust forward, but I knew that wasn't a vagina, it was my older sister's throat. Although I was erect, I didn't dare to push forward. My older sister looked up and saw my thoughts, and suddenly took my entire penis into her mouth." It went all the way down her throat, making her face turn red from holding it in. Tears welled up in her eyes. She coughed incessantly. I couldn't let my older sister do anything more for me. I helped her up and carried her onto the kang (a heated brick bed). I felt like she was a bride. I laid her down on the kang, making her lie flat. She was breathing heavily with excitement, her chest heaving, her hips thrusting upwards. I knew she was a horny woman; she wouldn't let that brother-in-law have her way with her more than a few times. I climbed on top of her and skillfully inserted my penis. After all, she had given birth; her vagina was much softer, but her body was still beautiful, and her expressions were rich. Every time I thrust, she would writhe, like a porn star. I tried every position my younger sister knew with my older sister. Finally, we both reached orgasm, writhing wildly and moaning happily. My older sister lay in my arms like a little girl and softly said, "Who does my son look like?" I suddenly understood. I held my older sister tightly in my arms, kissing her passionately…

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