Motorcycles of those years

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Often, we are obsessed with fame and fortune, with all sorts of aimless pursuits, and thus unhappy all day long. But when we grow old and calm down, we suddenly realize that everything is just fleeting smoke.
At this time, what lingers in our hearts are often some small things from the past that we don't want to talk about.
Our material life is wonderful now, but who can imagine the desolation and backwardness more than ten years ago? That unforgettable past, and the female protagonist, took place in a backward rural area more than ten years ago. For ease of description, let's call her A.
At that time, A was about 27 or 28 years old. She was the newlywed wife of my next-door neighbor and also a staff member at our school. I was a fifth-grade student at the time (uh, yes, a little pervert). Let me describe A. Simply put, she had the figure of a large, curvaceous woman. She was incredibly well-endowed, both in the right places and in the wrong places. Of course, this is how I would describe a modern model, but back then in the countryside, a plump, curvaceous figure and tall stature were the ideal standards for a wife. How voluptuous was A? She was the most voluptuous woman I'd ever seen at that time. Based on today's standards, she was at least an F cup, definitely over. Some of you might think I'm exaggerating—an F cup? Where would you find such a size? But I guarantee it was definitely over an F cup back then. A had a large frame and a thick waist, but remarkably, when she wore clothes, you rarely saw any bulges of fat around her waist. Yes, A looked like a tall but not obese middle-aged woman. She had strong arms and legs, and when she walked, her breasts were incredibly voluptuous. And importantly, her features were quite attractive, somewhat resembling a version of Liu Tao with thick lips.
The first time I saw her, I, a young boy, was completely captivated. I couldn't take my eyes off her.
Haha, that's a bit of a tangent, mainly because my thoughts are too jumbled and the feeling is too deep.
A was a staff member at our elementary school, but she never actually worked there. The reason was that the elementary school was incredibly poor back then, and A had married into the only family in our village with a large truck and a motorcycle. Whenever the town's cultural center held events that needed top students, A would drive the students there on her motorcycle, while the teachers leading the group could only slowly ride bicycles. I was undoubtedly a top student in elementary school. After participating in my first competition in fourth grade, I won awards every time. I never missed any competitions in Chinese, math, or English, and my opportunities to interact with her gradually increased.
Because A had married into one of the wealthiest families in our village, while my family, which lived right next door, was a notoriously poor family, we rarely interacted. The two families were very cold towards each other, never greeting each other when they met. A was also quiet, often staying indoors embroidering. So I didn't see her often.
A's husband was a truck driver, about 1.78 meters tall, dark-skinned and thin, a stark contrast to A's fair and voluptuous figure. But back then, no one thought A's husband and A were mismatched, because life was still relatively poor. A's husband was a truck driver, which was considered quite well-off at the time. Many female teachers at the school wanted to marry him, but he ultimately married A from out of town.
The first time she gave me a ride, she was waiting at the entrance on a women's motorcycle. Since it was just the preliminary round, the teachers didn't pay much attention and just left me and another small, thin girl with her. Because there was another girl, she was definitely close to A, while I sat behind her. I was excited, but also helpless. Excited because I could finally get close to her, but helpless because there was a thin, ugly girl with a strong body odor between us. A looked at the motorcycle without saying a word, staring straight ahead. Looking at her, I suddenly felt a strange emotion, a strong urge to get closer to her voluptuous body. Looking at the prominent bra lines beneath A's thin, sheer dress, I was a little dazed. So beautiful! I had originally wanted to observe A more closely, but this girl in the middle kept chattering away, saying the exam questions were very difficult, and wouldn't stop talking to me. I was furious. I could understand; it was her first time participating in these competitions, and she was excited and nervous, so she was making conversation. I couldn't ignore her, lest people notice I was peeking at A. But constantly talking to her left me no time to pay attention to A.
This time, I got first place, and that girl got a mediocre ranking, which meant I would have to go to the semi-finals.
Perhaps it was a stroke of luck, but on Saturday, during the semi-finals, the teacher who was supposed to take me there had a sick son. So, he gave my older sister, who worked in a factory, 20 yuan to take me, while A drove. My family was really poor back then. We had 20 yuan, which was meant for food and water on the way, but my sister gave 10 yuan to my parents. They were overjoyed; it was their entire day's wages! They repeatedly told my sister to keep a close eye on me, to not be nervous, and to take it seriously. Haha, looking back now, my parents were so adorable! They only kept 10 yuan. Back then, soda cost 1 yuan a bottle, and fast food cost 3 yuan. So, when we ate, A and I each had a bottle of soda and a fast food meal, while my sister only had a bottle of soda and a piece of corn. Oh, my thoughtful sister! Thankfully, as her younger brother, I still insisted that she eat a few pieces of meat during the meal.
Let me continue the story. Because we were going to a school that was quite far away, we had to get up very early. In the early morning, I got on her motorcycle right in front of her house. When she saw me again, she exclaimed in surprise, "It's your brother again! Your brother is so smart!" My sister usually ignores this A, but today she had to ride with her, so she had to put on a show. Besides, she was happy that someone praised her brother, so she happily said, "He's a little smart, that's all. Thanks for driving today." A glanced at me and said with some emotion, "Seeing how you always look down, I didn't realize you were such a good student!" I was very excited and stared at her, wanting to say something, but I just grinned!
Although I could interact with her again, my sister was there, so she sat in the middle and I sat in the back. At that time, my sister had my schoolbag with stationery on her back, and she grabbed my thigh with one hand and the edge of the motorcycle with the other, telling me to hold on tight to her waist. I said, rather irritably, "Okay, okay." Objectively speaking, my sister was pretty good, and at 17 or 18, she was in the prime of her youth. But what's so great about my own sister? I wish I were sitting in the middle! Thinking this, I set off, sulking.
Along the way, my sister and A kept talking. My sister said, "Sister-in-law, you're so lucky! You married a rich man, you just ride a motorcycle and don't have to do anything! That motorcycle must cost tens of thousands!" I couldn't see A's expression, but I heard her happily say, "Oh, what money? I still have to work hard transporting goods for people! That motorcycle really must cost tens of thousands! B (A's husband) promised to buy it for me, that's why I married him, hahaha!" My sister laughed, "Hahaha, is that so? When I have a husband, I'll ask him to buy me a motorcycle like that too..."
I remained silent the whole way, just holding onto my sister's waist, resting my head on her back, and closing my eyes to rest, ignoring their conversation. When we reached a dirt road, A said, "You two siblings, hold on tight, there are a lot of potholes." My sister replied, "Little brother, hold on tight!" I replied listlessly, "Okay!" Before I could finish speaking, the motorcycle suddenly lurched and then bounced. I swayed, quickly tightening my left arm around my sister's waist, while my right hand frantically grabbed her breasts and wouldn't let go. The motorcycle continued to lurch, and my sister cried out, "Zhu Zi, hold on tight!" (My sister usually calls me "little brother" in front of others, but only at home does she call me "Zhu Zi, little brother.") Writing this, I really can't help but marvel at the greatness of family love! An unmarried young woman, with her younger brother grabbing her breasts, didn't react violently, but was just worried about whether her brother was sitting steadily! Dear readers, you might be wondering how I felt after reading this. I won't shy away from the question. It was truly unintentional. I lost my balance and was about to fall off the vehicle, so I had to grab onto something. The vehicle was bumping along the dirt road, so I had no choice but to hold on. When I grabbed it, I really didn't have any other thoughts. It felt like hugging my sister's waist. My right hand was holding her breast through her clothes. It felt big, but not huge—just big enough to fit in one hand with a little room to spare. I guessed it was a B cup then, and I'd probably still say a B cup now. And it was very firm, probably because she often worked in the countryside. It felt really firm, very strong, and had excellent elasticity. I couldn't even feel her nipples through her clothes. This means that my sister was definitely a virgin at that time, with no sexual experience whatsoever. Thinking about those elementary school students having sex in the classroom these days, it's truly a sign of the decline of morality!
You might say I'm exaggerating, that you can't feel anything so clearly through a bra. I just want to say that my sister wasn't wearing a bra today! Why do I know this so clearly? Because even though my sister works, our family is still very poor. She once washed and dried her only three bras; one was kept at home as a spare, and the other two she wore to work, changing them as needed. On her days off, she only wore small bras like strapless tops. That day, she was off and didn't wear any.
Anyway, when I grabbed my sister's breasts, aside from pressing them a few times to feel them, it was no different from grabbing any other flesh on her body. When the motorcycle reached a smoother section of road, I quickly put my hands back around her waist. This action made her turn around and give me a mischievous grin, but she didn't say anything. Suddenly,
a thought occurred to me: what would it have felt like if I had just grabbed an A-cup breast!
A said, "You and your brother hold on tight, this road is full of potholes, we need to hurry, we can't stop." My sister said, "Okay, I'll hold on to my brother." Before she finished speaking, A, probably preoccupied with talking, didn't look at the road carefully and quickly fell into a small pothole, then bounced up. They both involuntarily let out an "Ah!" Because I wasn't paying attention, when the motorcycle bounced up, I lost my balance and fell to the right. My sister only managed to grab my clothes, but not tightly. Luckily, I'm about 1.4 meters tall, so I wasn't injured. When I fell, my right foot instinctively braced itself on the ground, and then the motorcycle pulled me, causing me to stumble and fall forward. It only hurt for a moment. But it scared A and my sister. A immediately braked, and my sister quickly got off the motorcycle, helped me up, and checked me over, then asked worriedly, "Little brother, are you alright?" Although I fell and it hurt quite a bit, there weren't any rocks on the roadside, just mud and sand, so I wasn't seriously injured. I told her I was really okay, and then kicked my foot to show my sister. A stopped the car and ran over. The surging waves almost made me lose my way again. She asked worriedly if I was hurt. After learning that I wasn't, she breathed a sigh of relief, but then immediately said, "What should we do? We're only halfway there, and the road ahead is full of potholes. Your brother can't sit still, what should we do? We're afraid of being late if we drive slowly!"
My sister, while brushing the mud off me, said, "Damn it, why is this road so bumpy?" After a pause, my sister said to A, "Sister-in-law, how about letting my brother sit in the middle? I can hold him from both sides, so even if he falls off, I can hold him from behind."
A hesitated for a moment, then said somewhat helplessly, "Sure." Then she smiled and said, "Kids, don't worry about these taboos, get in the car."
I was the happiest of all! Sometimes, when fate is kind to you, it truly seems to be looking out for you in every way. Just when you think you've reached a dead end, a new path opens up before you! When I fell to the ground, I thought I
was in a terrible state—I hadn't managed to get close to A, and I was covered in mud. But wasn't this a good opportunity? The motorcycle was back on the road, and this time A was driving much more cautiously, trying to avoid potholes. Of course, I was sitting in the middle, happy as I was, but I couldn't possibly hug A like I hugged my sister. What if she turned around and slapped me? My sister sat behind me, her left hand gripping the edge of the motorcycle tightly, her right hand clinging tightly to my waist.
A sat in front of me, the faint scent of soap intoxicating me. A's hair was dark, shiny, and very thick; since it was summer, A was wearing a sheer dress, and although it was morning, there was some sweat on her back, but no smell. Through the sheer dress, I could see A's bra strap across her back—ahhh, it was so revealing! Not the usual white of a woman, but red! A was really tall, broad and thick, with a thick waist, but without any protruding fat.
Because my sister was holding me tightly, I could only lean forward to create some space, avoiding direct contact with A's warm body. But I didn't dare hug A like I hugged my sister, so I just gripped the edge of the bike tightly, maintaining a position where I could occasionally touch A.
My sister laughed and said to me, "Little brother, I'm holding you so tightly, I don't believe you'll fall off." A heard this and said, "That's good, don't fall off, okay?" Hearing this, my sister hugged me even tighter, her chest pressed tightly against my back. Normally, my sister's firm bust wouldn't have been very attractive to me, but this made me think about the circumstances under which I had brazenly grabbed my sister's breasts!
Could it be that I could also grab A's breasts, which I found so alluring?
I was startled by this thought. First of all, A wasn't my sister, and I wasn't sure I had the guts. Maybe A would get angry and turn around and slap me unconscious! Secondly, with my sister holding me so tightly, the situation from before wouldn't happen again!
Hehe, my brain was working pretty well then! Actually, it was a sudden flash of inspiration!
I'd talk about what scared her, to make the situation happen again!
I deliberately said to my sister, "Sis, there are a lot of snakes in the summer. What if we encounter a poisonous snake so early?" Although I wasn't holding A, A's tall body clearly trembled.
A chuckled, "You silly kid, going to a race? What are you afraid of sitting on a motorcycle? If a car comes out, your sister-in-law can just drive right over the snake and cut it in two!" I deliberately said, "If the snake is cut in two, won't the head jump up and bite our feet?" After saying that, I deliberately shook my foot.
A couldn't take it anymore, looked down at her feet to see if any snakes would jump up, and shouted, "You two siblings, don't scare me! I'm afraid of snakes!" She tensed up and looked down at her feet again. Sure enough, as I hoped, she wasn't paying attention and quickly drove into a small pit, then jumped up again! The three people on the motorcycle lurched violently!
My long-awaited opportunity had arrived! Finally!
I'd been waiting for this moment. I was sure I wouldn't fall off. I pretended to sway slightly, reached out, and then, just like that, slipped under A's ribs, accurately grabbing her large breasts!
Yes, you read that right! Grabbing! Because A's breasts were truly enormous; one hand simply couldn't hold them! Although A was wearing a bra, those bras in the countryside back then were very thin, unlike the magic bras of today! How big were they? Let me give you an example: a cylinder. I could only grasp one end of the cylinder; the area I could reach was only half of the cylinder. And, very firm breasts. Not the kind of large breasts I saw years later in clubs and such—large, yes, but like two water bags! A's breasts were large and firm. I grabbed them and held on tight. To make it easier for me to exert force, I deliberately shifted my body to the side, making it look like I was about to fall due to the bumps. Then, as my body tilted, I naturally grabbed A's breasts and pressed them to the side. They were full and firm!
Big, so big that my sister's two breasts couldn't compare to one of hers. Perky, but not as firm as my sister's; my sister's were firm and very elastic, hers were full, firm, and soft!
She let out a soft "ah," but with both hands gripping the motorcycle handlebars, she couldn't remove my hands. She simply used her elbows to push my hands away, and I reluctantly took them back,
pressing them back against the edge of the motorcycle.
I felt incredibly satisfied, and a little dizzy! The feeling was wonderful!
Sitting behind her, I could clearly see her face turn red!
My sister probably saw me reach out and hug A, but she definitely didn't expect that I did it on purpose, and that I actually grabbed A's big breasts. So my sister laughed and said, "It's nothing for a child." A laughed in agreement, "It was a bit bumpy, and don't talk about snakes, I'm scared!" My sister asked curiously, "Are you afraid of snakes?"
A said, "Yes, I'm terrified. When I was little, my brother put a small snake in my schoolbag. I didn't know, and when I reached for it, I cried. I've been terrified of snakes ever since... Oh dear, don't talk about snakes." Actually, I was already very satisfied with just touching her. And after the dizziness subsided, I suddenly felt a little scared. What if she had turned on me then? I'm such a pervert, such a bad guy! For the rest of the journey, I sat comfortably in the car. After the exam and dinner, we started our return trip. I absolutely refused to sit in the middle. My sister patted my head and said, "Little brat, are you shy?"
A didn't say anything, calmly drove back, only chatting with my sister on the way. Back then, the wages were roughly like this: ordinary laborers got ten yuan a day, more skilled ones got fifteen yuan, and A, who drove a motorcycle and provided both the vehicle and manpower, received fifty yuan a day from the school—a considerable sum. So sometimes, if it wasn't far, or if it was just a preliminary round, the school would have male teachers take us there on bicycles.
The day I got home, after dinner, it was still quite bright. Since the next day was Sunday, I played hide-and-seek with the other kids after dinner. Unexpectedly, when I stepped out of the house, my sister led me to the thatched hut behind the house. A thatched hut, as the name suggests, was a dilapidated house in the countryside used to store dried straw. My sister led me to the thatched hut, closed the door, and without saying a word, grabbed my face and twisted it hard. I pulled my hand away in pain and asked in a tearful voice, "What are you doing?"
My sister asked fiercely, "Were you hugging your sister-in-law (A) in the car?" I thought my sister hadn't seen my little actions, but she had seen them all along, but she was too embarrassed to say anything. I was furious and stubbornly argued, "Where did I?" "Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Ah! Ah!"
The first four slaps were my sister giving me four hard slaps. Ah ah was my scream. I got angry too. Although she was disciplining me, I still fought back. Since my sister was a head taller than me, I tried to slap her back with my hand, but she stepped back and dodged it, with a hint of mockery. I got even angrier. I grabbed her clothes at the chest and pulled her down. My sister simply brought her face close to mine. "Hit me, why don't you hit me? You grabbed my chest again, are you going to slap me again?" my sister shouted.
I realized that in my anger, when I grabbed my sister's clothes, I had also grabbed her breast. I quickly loosened my grip slightly, letting go of her breast and only holding onto her clothes. Looking at her face as she leaned in, I really wanted to slap her, but that was my sister! I was still angry, so I let go. My sister rubbed her breast, which I had gripped so hard, and said sternly, "I'm going to teach you how to behave now. You'd better remember this." Then she pinched my cheek hard. I was terrified and burst into tears. I wanted to go find my mother for help, but I couldn't leave!
My sister said fiercely, "When you grabbed my chest, I knew it was an accident. Besides, I'm your sister. No matter how much you grab, I'll only beat you up at most! You pretended to fall and grabbed your sister-in-law's chest, do you think I didn't know?! If her husband finds out you grabbed her chest, he'll chop your hand off!" That last sentence terrified me. Thinking about it, it made sense. I was scared and in pain, and I started to sob. My sister released her hand from my face and looked at me coldly. I touched my swollen face, knowing that my sister had slapped me again, and I cried for a long time. After a while, my sister said, "Okay, okay, wipe your tears. Don't let Mom know and she'll be angry."
Although my face was swollen, my mother definitely knew that my sister had disciplined me. My mother didn't ask what happened, but just said to my sister, "It's okay to discipline your brother, but don't be so rough!"
My sister looked disdainful, "I was doing it for his own good."
My sister's violent parenting style terrified me; I was so scared I wanted to never see A again. But after the exam on Saturday, the results came out on Tuesday. Luckily, the questions I randomly filled in for the ones I didn't know were all correct! First place!! When my teacher received the phone call from the administration office, she started clapping wildly, clapping and clapping, and then she came to the classroom and loudly announced that she had good news: A-Zhu had won first place in Saturday's competition; he was our pride, and he was going to town tomorrow to collect his prize money!!
My first reaction upon hearing this news was definitely elation, and my second reaction was fear! What was I afraid of? Going to town tomorrow, having A drive me there again, and what if I got beaten by my sister again on the way back? When I got home, I didn't tell my family; I just wanted to bring back the prize money to surprise them. My sister was working overtime, so I didn't see her.
The next day was filled with excitement. When the teacher saw me, she looked radiant. During the last two PE classes in the afternoon, the teacher told me to skip PE, saying that A had arranged for me to go to town to collect my prize money. I happily packed my bag, left the school gate, and got into A's car to go to town. It should be noted that "town" actually refers to a local education bureau, not far from our school. A could drive there in just 30 minutes on his motorcycle, and the road to the education bureau was relatively easy, so the teacher didn't need to lead the way. But regardless of the road conditions, I no longer had the courage to look at or approach A. I remember being very happy at first, but once we reached the school gate, I suddenly felt very down. I got on the motorcycle without saying a word and tried to distance myself from A. A knew I was going to the education bureau to collect my prize money and was also very excited, constantly talking to me.
A said, "You're so smart, you actually got first place!"
I said, "Yeah."
A said, "Your teacher said you'll get another prize money later!"
I said, "Yeah."
A said, "Study hard, you'll go to university someday!" I could only envy her!
I said, "Yeah."
A was a little surprised that I kept saying "yes," so she continued, "My family was poor when I was little..." Before she could finish, I said "yes" again. A felt bored and wanted to ask something, but didn't.
...
After receiving the prize money and instruction from a very kind teacher, A and I hurried back before it got dark. Being a child, I was in a great mood after receiving the award and chatted with A.
A said, "Xiao Zhu, how much prize money did you get?"
I happily replied, "20 yuan!"
A said, "Wow! You didn't have to do any work and you got 20 yuan! It's so good to be an educated person, you're so smart..." and so on, chatting with her for a while.
Suddenly, she changed the subject and asked, "When you came, why were you suddenly angry with me and ignoring me?"
My heart ached, and I choked up a little. I...I...
Strangely, since the journey wasn't far, she simply stopped her motorcycle and turned to ask me gently, "What happened?"
Tears streamed down my face as I said, "The day you took me to the competition, the road was bumpy, and I accidentally hugged you. My sister said I was being mean, and she beat me up badly when we got home, my face is all swollen!" She looked at
my face in surprise, and when she saw that one cheek was indeed swollen, she said incredulously, "Oh dear, your face is swollen! Oh dear, you're just a kid! Your sister is so cruel! She hit me so hard! I'd completely forgotten about that!"
A reached out and touched my face, shook her head, and sighed. Then she continued driving, very slowly.
A said, "I'm so sorry, I made you get hit. You were just a kid and it was an accident. How could your sister think of you as someone who's up to no good? And hit you so hard? What if she damaged your brain? What if you can't go to university with such a smart brain?"
I didn't say anything. A suddenly sighed, "Kids will be kids. Come on, hug your sister-in-law. It's normal to ride a motorcycle!"
I was shocked: Hug you! This happiness came too suddenly!
Seeing that I didn't react for a while, A pulled me towards her and guided my arms to wrap around her. She laughed and said, "Yes, yes, hug your sister-in-law. It's like this when riding a motorcycle!"
Because she was tall, although she didn't have a belly, her waist was quite thick. I couldn't wrap my arms around her waist. My middle fingers just touched her navel! Oh my god, this is so wonderful! I completely forgot about my sister's beatings and the possibility of my husband chopping off my hands. I greedily inhaled the scent of soap on her body, savoring her beautiful flesh—I was overflowing with happiness!
Then, a surge of heat rose from my lower abdomen!
A strange feeling, a tingling, numbing sensation, gathered in my penis. Slowly, I felt like I was about to pee, but when I squeezed my legs together, it wasn't the feeling of needing to pee at all!
At that moment, all I wanted was to hug A tighter! Then, my penis pressed against her full buttocks through her clothes. I tried to spread my legs wider, pressing my inner thighs against her buttocks even more tightly!
It was so wonderful! So wonderful! I felt a little dizzy! My breathing became a little heavy!
I hugged her tightly. At that moment, everything else disappeared; it was just me and A. My right hand, holding hers, slowly, very slowly, involuntarily, moved upwards!
A's breasts were indeed large! The bras that rural women used to wear couldn't possibly cover her breasts! So, very quickly, my right thumb touched her soft breast! My head buzzed, and suddenly I felt a strange, burning desire; I suddenly wanted to touch her breasts again! My penis even got a little erect!
But then, A suddenly used one hand to pry open my arms, which were holding her and moving upwards. She was much stronger than me and easily pried them apart. She said calmly, "You're holding me so tightly, I can't drive!
And your sister will hit you!"
That last sentence rekindled my lingering fear. I quickly pulled my hands back, only holding onto her waist.
A continued, "You're just a child, your sister is right to discipline you!" After saying that, A turned and gave me a calm look! Suddenly, I was terrified again!
We drove home in silence...
I told my parents I'd won first place and gave them the prize money. They were overjoyed and used the twenty yuan to make a lavish dinner: pork bone soup and a tilapia—a truly sumptuous meal back then!
My sister had worked until the early hours of the morning last night, so she was off today. At dinner, the whole family was beaming. My father was incredibly happy, and my sister even bought two bottles of beer—one for each of us. I was happy, not just because I'd won first place, but because I'd made my family happy! At dinner, my father said with emotion, "Xiaozhu, you have to live up to expectations! Look, you won first place and only got twenty yuan. Your sister worked all night and only got thirteen yuan!"
My sister gave me a half-smile. I didn't dare look at her, partly because I resented her beating me, and partly because I was afraid she'd beat me again.
After dinner, I took a shower early and went to bed. My sister, after showering, was beside me. "Did you give all the prize money to your parents?" my sister asked.
I turned away, avoiding her gaze, and simply nodded. She chuckled twice. "Still angry? Want me to hit you back?"
I ignored her, facing the wall silently. She tried to turn my shoulder, but I stubbornly refused. She sighed. "Who told you to be so naughty?"
My sister hugged my shoulders tightly, saying, "Don't move. I'll sleep for a while and then watch TV!"
Although my face was still swollen from her slap, I felt sorry for my sister who often worked night shifts, so I remained still, letting her hold me as I slept. My sister had just showered, and was probably braless; her firm breasts pressed against my back. But what could be going on between siblings? I swore I had no impure thoughts at the time, but I was silently recalling the scene when A drove me there during the day—that feeling, that scene!
Days passed peacefully. My body grew, time flowed by, and A continued to live her life with her large breasts. I, too, grew up slowly while studying. On the occasional close encounters, I dared not cross the line, only occasionally fantasizing about her large breasts. Then, I reached my senior year of high school. My college entrance exam scores were high enough for a top university, so I returned to my hometown. My family told me to rest first, but I decided to play basketball this week because senior year was too tiring.
After seven or eight years of development, the countryside had undergone tremendous changes. Motorcycles were everywhere and becoming increasingly affordable, and there were more and more multi-story buildings. A's house went from a single-story to a three-story building, while my family's tiled house became a single-story house. My sister got married and had a son, and A's son had just started elementary school this year.
Since we lived next door, the kids who climbed over the wall to play basketball at the elementary school were all from the neighborhood—elementary, middle, and high school students—playing around haphazardly. Of course, the older kids were more popular in this group, and the younger ones were more disliked.
In this group, there is actually a child named A. Of course I have to look at him differently, but I don’t know why. This child named A is very clumsy and often falls by himself when running. We are afraid that he will fall and get scolded by his family, so we don’t let him play. But this kid likes to follow us, so he is very annoying. In this group, it turned out that the largest one was my cousin who was in the first year of high school. When I got home, it was definitely me. So many children often walked to my door after dinner every day. After watching me pick up the basketball, they happily followed me to play ball. Haha, actually playing ball is better.
Although a's child is particularly annoying, it turns out that when I was away, no one else allowed him to play. He could only watch from the side. When I came back, of course I would be very nice to him in order to get information about his mother a. One time, I deliberately asked him to take the ball to play with me. This little kid actually acted like a villain and refused to let people who were not good with him play. Others almost beat him, but I was there and no one dared to do it. On the way back from playing ball, I dismissed the others and casually inquired about her family's situation.
Due to improved transportation, A had long since stopped working at the school and now did embroidery at factories to make her own. A's husband was still a freight driver, but the market was terrible, so he resorted to stock trading in his spare time, only to lose a fortune. Their three-story house was just an empty shell; they couldn't afford to renovate the second and third floors. Once the richest family in the village, they had become just an ordinary family in less than ten years.
A's child was annoying not only because he was clumsy but also because he was extremely rude, only calling everyone except family members "hey," so he had no friends at that age. The reason I asked the little brat was mainly to satisfy my own desire to get a good look at A's large breasts. I had grabbed them, but I'd never seen what color they were!
I often casually inquired about A's schedule and the little kid's father's schedule. At night, I would often pretend to casually walk past A's building, hoping to catch a glimpse of her cleavage. However, each time, I only managed to elicit the little kid's excited attention, but nothing came of it. Until one day, the little kid said his dad was away delivering goods for at least a month, and his mom (A) was at home embroidering every day to meet deadlines, often working until late at night before showering and going to bed. That last sentence was crucial; I was incredibly excited. I felt my chance had arrived.
The second and third floors of A's house were added later and haven't been renovated, so no one lives there. The layout of the first floor is still the old rural style. I know that her bathroom/toilet is the one against the wall, with a rural-style inverted V-shaped vent, and the vent is high up, making it hard to see!
But I'm not a fifth-grader anymore!
Late at night means it must be after 11 pm, so I can stake out after 11 pm; the high vent isn't a problem, there are haystacks, just stack two! How to solve the inverted V-shape of the vent? Just remove those two square cement blocks? But what if she notices the vent problem and doesn't shower in it? And removing the two square cement blocks would be a long and complicated process.
I bought a cheap pair of binoculars online. Standing on the roof, I can vaguely see her in the first-floor living room with the binoculars. I've been observing for several days and found that although she often works until late at night, her shower time is completely unpredictable. Several times, I almost fell asleep while observing, but still couldn't find her, and I was about to give up.
That night, there was no moon, no stars, and it was very muggy. Anyone who lives in the countryside knows that it rains quickly at night and power outages are common. As usual, I went to observe, but after watching for a short while, she hurriedly stood up. I guessed she must have gone to take a shower.
Actually, not letting things be perfect too easily isn't always a good thing.
I hurriedly grabbed a "Z" refracting mirror (a Z-shaped paper tube with two lenses for refraction) and ran to the outside of her shower room. I hurriedly grabbed a few bundles of straw from a nearby haystack and placed them under the ventilation opening. Then I stood on it and carefully tried to stuff the Z-shaped paper tube in. But I was too careless and made the Z-shaped paper tube too wide, so it wouldn't fit. I could only press it down carefully, and thank goodness, it just barely went in!
As soon as I finished, the light in A's shower room came on, and A came in with her pajamas. I could tell A was really tired; every movement was weak and listless. A took off her clothes, turned on the old water heater, and started washing her hair.
A was so tired that she didn't even look at anything else. She was completely naked, really, without a stitch of clothing. The paper tube I spent days making had a great effect, very clear, but I wish it weren't so clear! Really!
First, I saw an extra-large purple bra, and A's breasts, which had captivated me, were revealed. They were papaya-shaped, really big and round, but without the support of the bra, they looked like two sagging lumps of flesh. And, crucially, the nipples were large and unsightly, and the areolas were large, dark brown, covered with tiny dots! I was utterly disappointed!
Then, her tall figure and thick waist made her upper body look like a burly man from behind. Perhaps due to prolonged sitting, her buttocks were particularly large, but poorly shaped, a soft, sagging lump! Her waist was like a rectangle from top to bottom, and a huge rectangle at that! Her thick, rough arms were several times larger than mine!
I suddenly felt a pang of sadness. Silently and carefully, I pulled the paper tube out, then took the haystack back to its original place and quietly went home to lie down. Was this the body I'd been craving all these years?
I remembered those years, how I'd made a fool of myself trying to get close to this body, even getting my face swollen from my sister's beating; I remembered how infatuated I was when I was near it; I remembered those days of fantasizing. But now, when it was actually in front of me, I didn't like it anymore!
Perhaps some memories aren't necessarily beautiful! Maybe you've unintentionally embellished them!
After that, I went to university. Occasionally, when I came home, I'd see A from afar, but to me, A was just an ordinary rural woman, no longer holding any allure. Sometimes, seeing her always brought a sigh of regret!
Not long ago, I went home to recuperate for a few days. When I went to take out the trash, she happened to be taking it back too. When we met, she walked past indifferently. Looking at her enormous body, I suddenly felt disgusted. Then I glanced at her trash and saw several bottles of feminine wash in it. I felt even more utterly disgusted.
Looking back, I think how adorable I was back then, or perhaps I really was a goddess-level figure living in my past self's mind. But some things, once you get close and see them clearly, only bring more disappointment.
Men aren't without feelings; it's just that, often, like little wolves, they tend to bury them deep inside. And I, I'm just taking this opportunity to speak out.

[The End]

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