Niece, sister and daughter

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I'd only been working for a little over a year when a tragic accident struck my family. My sister, eight years my senior, and her husband were killed in a car accident during a road trip. Their nine-year-old niece, Liu Jing'er, is left behind. Since my brother-in-law's family has few relatives left, and my parents are elderly and frail, unable to care for a child, they decided to entrust Jing'er to my care. Today, after get off work, I picked Jing'er up from my parents' house and arrived home after 9 pm. Once home, I tidied Jing'er's room, which was quite strenuous for a guy like me. I was exhausted after finishing. That's when I noticed Jing'er was unusually quiet today. She's usually very lively and affectionate, always clinging to me whenever she sees me—one of the reasons my parents decided to entrust her to me. I looked Jing'er over: she had inherited her sister's beauty, with a head of jet-black hair pulled back into a ponytail (a simple and neat hairstyle that suited Jing'er well, since I'd be doing her hair from now on), bangs framing her face, and a pretty face. Her white princess dress made her look even more delicate and beautiful, and with her snow-white skin, she looked like a lovely little white flower in spring! Unfortunately, her expression was somber, and her eyes were brimming with tears. Just looking at her made my heart ache; it was such a pitiful child. I said, "Jing'er, what's wrong? Your uncle cleaned your room and neglected you. Are you angry with your uncle? Don't cry, or you won't be pretty." As soon as I finished speaking, tears streamed down Jing'er's face: "Mommy and Daddy went..." Sigh! I thought to myself: No wonder they say girls mature earlier than boys. Her parents have told her countless lies, saying they went on a trip abroad. It seems she understands everything! My mind was in turmoil. I'd dated a girlfriend in school and had comforted girls before, but I'd never comforted a girl this young. Jing'er always had a bright smile whenever she saw me; she never needed any coaxing. What to do? Perhaps I should tell the truth to this sensible child! I pulled her into my arms and said, "Jing'er, even though Mom and Dad are gone, you still have your uncle, grandpa, and grandma. We love you just the same. From now on, you'll live with your uncle, and he'll treat you very well. Don't cry!" She buried her head in my chest, not saying a word, her tender shoulders trembling. It seemed my attempt to comfort her had failed, but the fact that she willingly leaned her head against me showed she still trusted me. After all, I studied medicine, and while I'm not an expert in psychology, I have some knowledge of it. I tried everything I could, but I couldn't make her laugh. At least she stopped crying. After all, the grief of losing both parents can't be soothed by a few words; only time can heal all wounds. After washing and grooming Jing'er, I carried her to her room, placed her teddy bear in her arms, and carefully covered her with a blanket. Then came the challenging task—telling her stories. This was incredibly difficult for someone as inarticulate as me. I managed to tell her two stories, albeit haltingly. Jing'er's dark eyes were still open, while I myself was almost asleep. (It seems this method of self-hypnosis works quite well.) I checked my phone; it was almost midnight. I had a lot of work to do tomorrow! So I said to her, "Jing'er, close your eyes and go to sleep. You have school tomorrow." Jing'er obediently closed her eyes, tightening her grip on her teddy bear, which finally relieved me. After turning off the light, I returned to my own room, but lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep. I thought about Jing'er and also missed my older sister: she was eight years older than me, and when I was little, her tall, voluptuous, and stunningly beautiful figure was my object of sexual fantasy. As a child, I often peeked at my older sister while she showered and changed clothes, searching for her discarded underwear and sanitary napkins in the bathroom. I would also take advantage of her by groping her body while flirting with her. I remember most vividly when I was 12 years old, my aunt's family came to visit. Since we didn't have enough rooms, my parents arranged for my sister to sleep in my room with me. In the middle of the night, I woke up needing to pee, my penis was painfully erect. After using the restroom, I couldn't fall back asleep. Gazing at my sister's beautiful face, I couldn't help but kiss her. When I pulled away, I noticed she didn't react; she was clearly fast asleep. Looking at her face to face, I saw that because it was hot, only her lower body was covered by a blanket. Looking at her voluptuous body, my heart raced faster and faster. I reached out and gently pressed her breasts; they were full, soft, and incredibly elastic. I glanced cautiously at my sister; she was still fast asleep. The sweet fragrance of orchids wafted onto my face, and my heart raced. My hands slowly slipped inside her nightgown, gently kneading her breasts through her bra, observing her as I did so. She remained motionless. I grew bolder, pushing up her bra, revealing a pair of snow-white, delicate breasts. Her breasts were bell-shaped, thicker at the base than at the base, yet still firm and upright, without sagging. Two bright red nipples, slightly larger than soybeans, appeared before me, their areolas small and tightly pressed against the nipples. My hands kneaded her breasts with increasing force, and my penis grew increasingly engorged. Then, with trembling hands, I gently twisted her nipples, which hardened from soft to firm. My body grew increasingly hot, my breath heavier, and I couldn't help but open my mouth and suck on one of her nipples, circling it with my tongue as I did so. My other hand slowly slipped under my sister's blanket, gently kneading her full buttocks. As my penis grew increasingly uncomfortable, I used more and more force, alternating between sucking on her nipples and occasionally biting them lightly with my teeth. I couldn't bear it any longer! I pulled down my sister's panties with my left hand and slipped my right hand inside, my mouth still busy. What I touched was soft, plump skin. Unsatisfied, I moved down to a patch of pubic hair, groping around for a while before entering between my sister's legs. I felt a slippery, wet crevice. I slid my index finger up and down along the crevice, finding it increasingly wet. Curious, I pulled my hand out; my fingers were covered in fluid. I rubbed them together; there was no friction between my fingers. I thought I had found my sister's vagina. Excitedly, I reached in again, pressing harder as I explored along the fleshy crevice. Finally, I found a hollow; my finger easily sank in with a gentle press. This must be my sister's vagina! I pressed down hard with my middle finger, about one knuckle in, until it touched a membrane. Just as I was about to force it through, my sister gently pulled her legs inward. I stopped, afraid to move my finger, carefully watching my sister. She was still asleep, but her face was flushed, and her breathing was much faster. I withdrew my finger, afraid to move again. After a while, my sister's breathing calmed down. I dared not touch my sister's vagina again; it seemed very sensitive, and touching it would wake her. But my penis was painfully throbbing. I thought for a moment, then slowly pushed my sister flat on her back. Looking at her still proudly erect breasts, I took off my underwear, knelt beside her waist, and raised my buttocks so as not to press down on her. I placed my hands on her breasts, kneading them while licking her nipples with my tongue. The more my penis swelled, the hotter my brain became. I vigorously kneaded them, changing their shapes, the movements becoming faster and faster. Suddenly, my lower body spasmed, and a gush of white semen gushed out, spraying onto my sister's chest, with a few drops landing on her face. Only then did I realize that my sister's breathing was even faster than when I was touching her vagina. I quickly got out of bed and carefully wiped my sister clean with tissues, looking at my accomplishment as I did so. My sister's full breasts were bruised and purple from my kneading, and a sense of accomplishment rose in my heart: I had thoroughly played with my sister's breasts! At the same time, I was anxious and afraid, afraid that my sister would wake up. But even after I had done everything, my sister hadn't woken up. I felt both relieved and disappointed. Relieved that my sister didn't know I had played with her, disappointed that if my sister woke up and saw me ejaculating on her breasts, how exciting that would be! But I was even more afraid that she would wake up and scold me. After a while of random thoughts, I kissed my sister's forehead and slowly drifted off to sleep. When I woke up again, my penis was so swollen! I felt a hand squeezing my penis inside my underwear, and two soft mounds pressing against my back. I had played with them not long ago, so I knew what they were. My sister slid her hand up and down my penis, occasionally bending it slightly. I felt a surge of pleasure: my sister squeezing my penis...it felt so good...so exciting...but for some reason, I didn't dare move, pretending to still be asleep. Finally, I ejaculated in my sister's hand, my semen covering her hand. She withdrew her hand, sighed, got up, and washed herself. She came back and held me in her arms as we slept. I ejaculated twice more and soon fell asleep too. When the alarm clock woke me up, I was still in my sister's arms, one of her nipples in my mouth, the other hand tightly gripping her breast. I released her mouth and looked up to see my sister staring at me, her face flushed. I mumbled "Good morning" and hurriedly ran to the bathroom. I had a vague feeling that she hadn't been asleep when I was playing with her, but I didn't dare ask her. After that, my sister and I avoided each other. Two years later, my sister met her husband and married him. It wasn't until I went to university and had a relationship with my girlfriend that I realized: I had played with my sister's breasts so intensely, almost breaking her hymen—these are very sensitive areas for women—it's impossible for her to have been asleep. Furthermore, her vagina must have been very wet from my ministrations.Yes. She was just pretending to be asleep, especially later when she masturbated me. The sigh she let out after I ejaculated clearly showed she was aroused and willing to give herself to me. If I had been more sensible then, my sister's virginity would have been mine. Every time I think back, I feel mortified and want to slap myself: how could I have let go of such a stunningly beautiful woman like my sister? At that time, my sister already had a five-year-old daughter, Jing'er, so I dared not tease her. Her unwavering care made me even more ashamed! Thinking of how good my sister was to me, and now that she's gone forever, I'm overwhelmed with grief, and tears stream down my face. Just then, my door opened, and a small figure slowly approached, pulled back the covers, and crawled in. It was Jing'er. I pretended to be just waking up and rubbing my eyes, wiping away my tears, and asked her, "Jing'er, why aren't you sleeping alone?" She looked at me, lowered her head, and said, "I'm scared to sleep alone!" My heart ached, and I reached out to hug her, saying, "Uncle will hold you while you sleep, don't be afraid!" She didn't speak, but turned her body and pressed her back tightly against my chest. I gently stroked her head, and after a while, I heard her even breathing. I listened quietly and slowly drifted off to sleep. I was woken by the alarm clock in the morning and found my hard penis between Jing'er's legs. Although I knew this was a male's nighttime erection and not because I was sexually aroused by Jing'er's still-developing body, my face still flushed, and I pulled back slightly. I gently patted Jing'er, woke her up, dressed her, washed her face, and then tied her hair back into the same ponytail as yesterday. I took her to school first, then went back to the hospital for work. Thinking about how clumsy I was at tying Jing'er's hair in a ponytail, I humbly asked the nurses for tips on how to do it. Although I inevitably got teased by a few of the more outgoing nurses, I was still happy to have learned a few techniques. That evening, after tutoring Jing'er, I called her to bed. Jing'er said, "Uncle, I want to take a bath." I asked her, "Can you bathe yourself?" She shook her head and said, "My mom always bathes me at home." Her eyes started to redden. My heart ached, and I quickly said, "Uncle will bathe you like your mom does. Don't cry, Jing'er." I went into the bathroom, turned on the heater, and undressed both of us. I washed her hair first. When I washed her chest, I noticed hard lumps under both of her small nipples. Of course, this wasn't a tumor; it's normal for girls' breasts to look like this when they first start developing. I smiled slightly. I hadn't expected my Jing'er to start developing. She's already a beauty in the making; in a few years, she'll definitely grow into a stunning beauty comparable to her older sister, and I, her uncle, will be incredibly proud of her. While washing downwards, I avoided her genital area. After washing her thighs, Jing'er pointed to her triangle area and said, "Uncle, this hasn't been washed yet." I said, "Jing'er, can you wash that area yourself?" Jing'er shook her head. Sigh! Men all have dark thoughts. I didn't want to wash it because I was afraid of getting handsy there, which would be considered child molestation. But now I couldn't avoid washing it. I lifted Jing'er onto my lap, spread her legs, and felt her skin rubbing against my thighs. I didn't know if all little girls have such good skin, or if Jing'er's skin was unique. I remember when I slept with my girlfriend in college, her skin wasn't this smooth! Looking at Jing'er's genitals, although she was still young and her genitals hadn't started to develop yet, unlike her older sister's, the little girl didn't have a single hair, giving it a very clean appearance. I had spread her legs wide, her labia majora tightly closed, enveloping her labia minora and vulva. Where the labia majora converged at the base of her thighs, there was a tiny, almost imperceptible protrusion—the clitoris, the most sensitive part of the female genitalia to sexual desire, and medically, the area with the densest network of pudendal nerves. I spread her labia majora with two fingers, revealing a pink area with a small opening in the center—the urethra. Further back was a cluster of fleshy mounds; I knew that was her vulva. If I parted the walls with my fingers, I could see Jing'er's hymen. My heart began to race; I thought my darker thoughts were stirring. I had to stop! I released my grip on her labia majora, and they immediately closed tightly again. I began to carefully wash Jing'er's genitals. As my fingers repeatedly rubbed against her through the towel, Jing'er's face began to turn red. She said, "Uncle, you wash me so nicely, better than Mommy." I wondered if I had touched Jing'er's clitoris, but Jing'er was so young, she shouldn't have any desire, right? Driven by curiosity, I threw away the towel and gently flicked her clitoris with my fingers. Jing'er's body involuntarily twisted, and she softly moaned, "Mmm...mmm..." Jing'er really had desire! Thinking of this, my penis slowly swelled up, pressing against Jing'er's buttocks. I could see it peeking out from behind her vulva, right next to her anus. I shifted my gaze to Jing'er's anus. It was pink, slightly lighter than the color inside her vulva, but swirled in shape, exuding tenderness. I gently traced the labia majora with my fingers, occasionally parting them and pressing lightly on her vulva. Jing'er's face grew increasingly red, and her breathing became heavier. I gently parted the walls of her vulva, but they were too tightly closed; I still couldn't see her hymen. In my haste, I increased the pressure slightly. Jing'er cried out softly, "Uncle, it hurts!" I was startled, jolted awake from my lust, and inwardly cursed myself for being a pervert. Jing'er's vulva was so small and tightly closed, barely able to accommodate a finger. If I forced it open any further, I might break her hymen. After regaining my composure, I washed Jing'er's genitals clean, soaked her in hot water, and washed myself quickly. Then I dried her off, quickly carried her to the room, and covered her with a blanket. After I got into bed, Jing'er nestled into my arms in the same position as yesterday. My still-erect penis slipped between her legs. I pulled back slightly, withdrawing my penis from her thighs, but unexpectedly, Jing'er pressed her buttocks against mine again, saying, "Uncle, it feels so good to bathe me. Uncle, please bathe me every time from now on." I responded with a soft "yes," adjusted my mindset, and thought about other things, letting my penis soften between her legs. Then, just like yesterday, I gently stroked her head, letting her drift off to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night stimulated by a wave of pleasure, finding my hard penis still thrusting between Jing'er's legs, her underwear soaked. I quickly withdrew, rushed to the bathroom to clean myself, changed my underwear, and as soon as I returned to bed, Jing'er pressed her delicate body against mine. I couldn't help but smile wryly. This little vixen, I knew it was because of her parents' passing that she lacked a sense of completeness, and even in her dreams, she needed to lean on my body to feel at ease. However, men's penises are usually erect when they sleep, and given her sleeping position, my penis naturally ended up between her legs. The pressure from her legs made it easier for me to experience pleasure and have a wet dream. It seems I'll have to let her sleep alone tomorrow. She hasn't had her period yet, so it's not a problem. But if this continues, and I move around during my wet dream, I might accidentally ejaculate inside her and get her pregnant. That night, after I bathed her, I carried her to her room. She asked me in confusion, "Uncle, isn't this our room?" I was stunned. In her mind, this wasn't her room anymore. I said, "This is Jing'er's room. Can Jing'er sleep alone from now on?" She said, "But I want to sleep with Uncle!" I said, "Jing'er is almost a grown-up. Girls can't sleep with boys." Her face scrunched up, her eyes welled up with tears, and then she lowered her head without saying a word. I saw her tears and knew she couldn't leave me yet, but if we slept together, I was afraid I wouldn't be able to control my darker thoughts. What if something happened? How could I face my sister? How could I explain it to our parents? I hardened my heart, stood up, and tried to leave her room. Jing'er immediately threw herself onto my back, her little face pressed against mine, and burst into tears: "Uncle doesn't want Jing'er anymore... Jing'er has no one to love her..." Seeing her so heartbroken, I wondered if it would be cruel to let her sleep alone now. She wasn't as lively as she used to be; if she didn't have someone to rely on, what if she developed autism later? That would be my fault. Thinking of this, a chill ran through me. I turned around and hugged her, saying, "Who said Uncle doesn't love Jing'er anymore? Jing'er is Uncle's darling!" She said, "Uncle doesn't want me anymore..." I said, "Uncle loves Jing'er very much, okay, then sleep with Uncle." She immediately stopped crying and started laughing, her face still covered with crystal-clear tears. As if afraid I would change my mind, she hugged my neck tightly and said, "Then Uncle will sleep with me from now on, bathe me every day, and buy me lots of delicious food." Looking at her delicate face with tears streaming down her face, I felt dizzy. I cupped her face, kissed her hard, and said, "Uncle promises you everything." I carried her back to my room, and only then did my head clear. This little devil! She can bewitch me at such a young age. What will she be like when she grows up! Unconsciously, two years have passed. Now I still bathe her, sleep with her, and often have wet dreams between her legs. Of course, her room is still there; it's for her parents and outsiders to see. She hasn't slept in her own room for two years, and even for her afternoon naps, I have to hold her tightly. I know this is out of fear—fear of losing me as her support, and she needs my constant pampering to feel secure. Now, Jing'er's breasts have grown, and they're quite full.Her breasts are spindle-shaped, and her nipples and areolas are just like her sister's, bright red and small. But she's only 11! Her breasts will surely grow into firm, bell-shaped breasts like her sister's, and her skin will remain as smooth as before. When I bathe her, I can't help but knead her breasts. Each time I wash her chest, it takes half an hour, and she excitedly exclaims how comfortable it feels. Now she still faces away from me, nestled close to my chest, just like before. The difference is: she doesn't wear a bra to bed now; she wants me to hold her breasts every night. At first, I disagreed, and she cried and screamed, making me dizzy. Later, holding her breasts to sleep became a habit. Hehe, holding those incredibly soft and elastic breasts is a great pleasure. At 11 years old, she has breasts the size of an adult woman, which may be largely due to our long-term intimate contact. Some articles mention that husbands who frequently kiss their wives can make her skin smoother because prolonged male contact can promote the secretion of estrogen in women. Jing'er and I lived a life similar to that of a close married couple. She was still developing, so estrogen had a greater impact on her. Later, I paid extra attention to adjusting her diet, adding many breast-enhancing foods. Of course, I wouldn't tell her any of this; letting her breasts develop larger was just to satisfy my desire to caress them while I slept, fulfilling my darker sensibilities. I got off work early today and prepared Jing'er's favorite dishes. There was a knock at the door. I checked my phone; it was only 4:22 PM. Why was Jing'er home so early? Puzzled, I got up to greet her. As soon as she saw me, she rushed into my arms. I hugged her. Her face was filled with fear. Had something happened? I asked, "Jing'er, what's wrong? You look like you're about to cry?" Jing'er whispered, "I'm bleeding down there." My heart skipped a beat, and my hand slid down to her bottom, lightly touching it; it was a little wet. I turned her around and saw a small red patch on her pants. I asked, "Are you hurt?" She said, "No, I'm bleeding for no reason. I'm so scared!" She snuggled closer to me. Hearing that she hadn't been injured, I thought: it must be her first period! Jing'er is 11 years old, which isn't early. I took her to the bathroom and examined her: Jing'er's genitals have developed very well in the past two years; her labia majora and minora are very thick, while the labia majora are still stubbornly tightly wrapped around the labia minora. Her buttocks have also become full and sexy, showing off her beautiful female curves. There was dark red blood around her labia majora. After separating the labia majora, I didn't see any wounds inside, but blood was still seeping from her vaginal opening. I felt relieved. To further investigate the cause, I first wiped away the blood. I could already insert two fingers into her vagina. Her vagina was very tight. I struggled to separate the vaginal walls and finally saw two thin membranes. I was relieved, fearing that someone had broken Jing'er's hymen and caused bleeding. Looking up at Jing'er, I saw her clutching my clothes tightly, biting her lower lip. I asked, "Does it hurt, Jing'er?" She said, "No, it feels good!" I chuckled and casually flicked her clitoris, causing her legs to tighten. I said, "My Jing'er has matured. This isn't bleeding from an injury; it's your period." I explained the origin of menstruation to her and taught her about precautions during her period. Then I told her to wait while I bought her a pack of sanitary pads. When I returned, Jing'er felt uncomfortable and asked me to give her a bath. It took half an hour to wash her breasts and an hour to wash her genitals. When she came out, Jing'er was weak and her face was flushed. This little girl had her first orgasm in her life while bathing. Perhaps a little shy, she kept her head buried in my chest after I carried her out. Hehe. After feeding her, she shyly looked up and asked me what had happened. I didn't answer, but instead asked, "Jing'er, what did you feel just now?" She said, "It felt so good! I've never felt so good before. I thought I was going to die!" She buried her head in my chest again. I said, "Jing'er had an orgasm just now because your uncle bathed you and touched your genitals." Then I explained to her what sexual intercourse was. I'm a medical student, so I didn't think much of what I was saying, but the little girl remembered it. More than seven months later, today is Jing'er's 12th birthday, but I had to perform an emergency surgery, and I didn't get off work until 10 PM. I rushed home. As soon as I opened the door, a strong smell of alcohol hit me. This little girl, it seems I was late, and she might have been angry and drunk. There was no one in the living room. As soon as I entered the bedroom, I saw Jing'er lying naked on the bed, completely drunk. I quickly hugged her and called her name. Jing'er opened her sleepy eyes, looked at me, her head went limp, and she fell asleep again. Seeing that she was still conscious, I was relieved, worried that she had drunk too much and might have alcohol poisoning. I cleaned her up, returned to the living room, and saw that there was still more than half a bottle of wine left. I ate a little something, finished the remaining half bottle, and went back to the room to hold her and sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night and felt my penis sliding in a wet, slippery cavity. I was startled, afraid that I had penetrated Jing'er's vagina while she was asleep. I got up and lifted the blanket, my head spinning. A lewd scene unfolded before my eyes: Jing'er's face was flushed, her small mouth struggling to hold my thick penis, her lips moving, and liquid was still dripping from the corner of her mouth. I pulled my penis out of Jing'er's mouth, grabbed her, and yelled, "Jing'er, what are you doing?" She said, "I want to have sex with my uncle, I want you to love me!" Perhaps because she had been drinking, she didn't speak to me in a soft voice like usual. I was furious: "Who taught you? Do you know what you're doing?" She stubbornly replied, "No one taught me. I know our sex is incest! But I love you, I want you!" I shook her shoulders and yelled, "Where did you learn all this?" A sly glint flashed in her eyes as she said, "The number one porn site in China—Xiaoyao Xianjing." My mind went blank. I'm a man with a strong sex drive, and when Jing'er isn't around, I often browse porn sites online, my favorite being the number one porn site in China—Xiaoyao Xianjing. It must have been when I hadn't cleared my browsing history that Jing'er found out. But it's unacceptable for Jing'er to learn this. I said, "You're still young, how can you learn this?" She puffed out her chest: "Where am I small?" For the past seven months, Jing'er has been eating the breast-enhancing diet I made for her, and her breasts have developed very quickly. I can even hold them in one hand now. She's not much smaller than her sister was at that age. Her words made me feel uneasy, and I remained silent. Seeing my lack of rebuttal, she became very smug: "Those girls online weren't even as old as me when they had sex!" I retorted, "But we're family, related by blood, that's incest." She was probably waiting for me to say that: "Who says family members can't have sex? There are plenty online, aren't there? Besides, most of the articles you've saved on your computer are incestuous, and most of them are about incest with your niece. Looks like you want me." She then chuckled like a hen that had stolen an egg. My darkest side had been ruthlessly exposed by her, and I didn't know how to face her.Why is Jing'er back so early? I got up to greet her, puzzled. As soon as she saw me, she threw herself into my arms, and I hugged her. Her face was filled with fear; had something happened? I asked, "Jing'er, what's wrong? You look like you're about to cry?" Jing'er whispered, "I'm bleeding down there." My heart skipped a beat, and my hand slid down to her bottom, lightly touching it; it was a little damp. I turned her around and saw a small red patch on her pants. I asked, "Are you hurt?" She said, "No, I'm just bleeding for no reason, I'm so scared!" She snuggled closer to me. Hearing that she hadn't been injured, I thought: it must be her first period! Jing'er is 11 years old, not particularly early. I took her to the bathroom and examined her: Jing'er's genitals had developed very well in the past two years; her labia majora and minora were very thick, while the labia majora still stubbornly held tightly against the labia minora. Her buttocks had also become full and sexy, showcasing the beautiful curves of a woman. Dark red bloodstains surrounded her labia majora. I parted them, but saw no open wounds inside. Blood was still seeping from her vulva. I felt a sense of relief. To further investigate, I wiped away the blood. I could now insert two fingers into her vulva. Her vagina was very tight; I struggled to separate the vaginal walls and finally saw two thin membranes. I was relieved, worried that someone had broken Jing'er's hymen and caused bleeding. Looking up at Jing'er, I saw her gripping my clothes tightly, biting her lower lip. I asked, "Does it hurt, Jing'er?" She said, "No, it feels good!" I chuckled and casually stroked her clitoris, causing her legs to tighten. I said, "My Jing'er has matured. This isn't bleeding from an injury; it's your period." I explained the origin of menstruation and taught her about menstrual precautions. Then I told her to wait while I bought her a pack of sanitary napkins. When I returned, Jing'er felt uncomfortable and asked me to give her a bath. I spent half an hour washing her breasts and an hour washing her genitals. When she came out, Jing'er was weak and her face was flushed. This little girl had her first orgasm while bathing. Perhaps a little shy, she kept her head buried in my chest after I carried her out. After feeding her, she shyly looked up and asked me what had happened. I didn't answer, but instead asked, "Jing'er, what did it feel like?" She said, "It felt so good! I've never felt so good before. I thought I was going to die!" She buried her head in my chest again. I said, "Jing'er had an orgasm just now because your uncle touched your genitals while you bathed her." Then I explained to her what sexual intercourse was. I'm a medical student, so I didn't think much of what I was saying, but the little girl remembered it. More than seven months later, today is Jing'er's 12th birthday, but I had to rush home after get off work at 10 PM because of an emergency surgery. As soon as I opened the door, a strong smell of alcohol hit me. This little girl, it seems I was late, and she might have been angry and drunk. The living room was empty. As soon as I entered the room, I saw Jing'er lying naked on the bed, completely drunk. I quickly pulled her into my arms, calling her name. Jing'er opened her sleepy eyes, looked at me, her head went limp, and she fell asleep again. Seeing that she was still conscious, I felt relieved, worried that she had drunk too much and might have alcohol poisoning. I cleaned her up, went back to the living room, and saw that there was still more than half a bottle of wine left. I ate a little something, finished half the bottle, and went back to the room to hold her and sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling my penis sliding inside a wet, slippery cavity. My heart skipped a beat, fearing that I had penetrated Jing'er's vagina while she was asleep. I got up, pulled back the covers, and my head spun. A lewd scene unfolded before my eyes: Jing'er's face was flushed, her small mouth laboriously sucking on my thick penis, her lips moving, liquid dripping from the corner of her mouth. I pulled my penis out of Jing'er's mouth, grabbed her, and yelled, "Jing'er, what are you doing?" She said, "I want to have sex with my uncle, I want you to love me!" Perhaps because she had been drinking, she didn't speak to me in her usual soft voice. I was furious: "Who taught you that? Do you know what you're doing?" She stubbornly said, "No one taught me. I know that having sex is incest! But I like you, I want you!" I shook her shoulders and yelled, "Where did you learn all this?" A sly glint flashed in her eyes as she said, "The number one porn site in China—Xiaoyao Xianjing." My mind went blank. I'm a man with a strong sex drive. When Jing'er isn't around, I often browse porn sites online, and my most frequent destination is the number one porn site in China—Xiaoyao Xianjing. It must have been when I hadn't cleared my browsing history that Jing'er found out. But Jing'er can't learn these things. I said, "You're still too young, how can you learn these things?" She puffed out her chest: "Where am I small?" For the past seven months, Jing'er has been eating the breast-enhancing diet I made for her, and her breasts have developed very quickly. I can even hold them in my hand now; she's not much smaller than her sister was at that age. Hearing this, I felt a pang of guilt and remained silent. Seeing my lack of rebuttal, she became very smug: "Those girls online weren't even as old as me when they had sex!" I said, "But we're family, we're related by blood, that's incest." She was probably waiting for me to say that: "Who says family members can't have sex? There are plenty online, aren't there? And most of the articles you've saved on your computer are incestuous, most of them are about incest with your niece. Looks like you want me." She chuckled like a hen that had stolen an egg. She ruthlessly exposed my darkest side, and I didn't know how to face her.Why is Jing'er back so early? I got up to greet her, puzzled. As soon as she saw me, she threw herself into my arms, and I hugged her. Her face was filled with fear; had something happened? I asked, "Jing'er, what's wrong? You look like you're about to cry?" Jing'er whispered, "I'm bleeding down there." My heart skipped a beat, and my hand slid down to her bottom, lightly touching it; it was a little damp. I turned her around and saw a small red patch on her pants. I asked, "Are you hurt?" She said, "No, I'm just bleeding for no reason, I'm so scared!" She snuggled closer to me. Hearing that she hadn't been injured, I thought: it must be her first period! Jing'er is 11 years old, not particularly early. I took her to the bathroom and examined her: Jing'er's genitals had developed very well in the past two years; her labia majora and minora were very thick, while the labia majora still stubbornly held tightly against the labia minora. Her buttocks had also become full and sexy, showcasing the beautiful curves of a woman. Dark red bloodstains surrounded her labia majora. I parted them, but saw no open wounds inside. Blood was still seeping from her vulva. I felt a sense of relief. To further investigate, I wiped away the blood. I could now insert two fingers into her vulva. Her vagina was very tight; I struggled to separate the vaginal walls and finally saw two thin membranes. I was relieved, worried that someone had broken Jing'er's hymen and caused bleeding. Looking up at Jing'er, I saw her gripping my clothes tightly, biting her lower lip. I asked, "Does it hurt, Jing'er?" She said, "No, it feels good!" I chuckled and casually stroked her clitoris, causing her legs to tighten. I said, "My Jing'er has matured. This isn't bleeding from an injury; it's your period." I explained the origin of menstruation and taught her about menstrual precautions. Then I told her to wait while I bought her a pack of sanitary napkins. When I returned, Jing'er felt uncomfortable and asked me to give her a bath. I spent half an hour washing her breasts and an hour washing her genitals. When she came out, Jing'er was weak and her face was flushed. This little girl had her first orgasm while bathing. Perhaps a little shy, she kept her head buried in my chest after I carried her out. After feeding her, she shyly looked up and asked me what had happened. I didn't answer, but instead asked, "Jing'er, what did it feel like?" She said, "It felt so good! I've never felt so good before. I thought I was going to die!" She buried her head in my chest again. I said, "Jing'er had an orgasm just now because your uncle touched your genitals while you bathed her." Then I explained to her what sexual intercourse was. I'm a medical student, so I didn't think much of what I was saying, but the little girl remembered it. More than seven months later, today is Jing'er's 12th birthday, but I had to rush home after get off work at 10 PM because of an emergency surgery. As soon as I opened the door, a strong smell of alcohol hit me. This little girl, it seems I was late, and she might have been angry and drunk. The living room was empty. As soon as I entered the room, I saw Jing'er lying naked on the bed, completely drunk. I quickly pulled her into my arms, calling her name. Jing'er opened her sleepy eyes, looked at me, her head went limp, and she fell asleep again. Seeing that she was still conscious, I felt relieved, worried that she had drunk too much and might have alcohol poisoning. I cleaned her up, went back to the living room, and saw that there was still more than half a bottle of wine left. I ate a little something, finished half the bottle, and went back to the room to hold her and sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling my penis sliding inside a wet, slippery cavity. My heart skipped a beat, fearing that I had penetrated Jing'er's vagina while she was asleep. I got up, pulled back the covers, and my head spun. A lewd scene unfolded before my eyes: Jing'er's face was flushed, her small mouth laboriously sucking on my thick penis, her lips moving, liquid dripping from the corner of her mouth. I pulled my penis out of Jing'er's mouth, grabbed her, and yelled, "Jing'er, what are you doing?" She said, "I want to have sex with my uncle, I want you to love me!" Perhaps because she had been drinking, she didn't speak to me in her usual soft voice. I was furious: "Who taught you that? Do you know what you're doing?" She stubbornly said, "No one taught me. I know that having sex is incest! But I like you, I want you!" I shook her shoulders and yelled, "Where did you learn all this?" A sly glint flashed in her eyes as she said, "The number one porn site in China—Xiaoyao Xianjing." My mind went blank. I'm a man with a strong sex drive. When Jing'er isn't around, I often browse porn sites online, and my most frequent destination is the number one porn site in China—Xiaoyao Xianjing. It must have been when I hadn't cleared my browsing history that Jing'er found out. But Jing'er can't learn these things. I said, "You're still too young, how can you learn these things?" She puffed out her chest: "Where am I small?" For the past seven months, Jing'er has been eating the breast-enhancing diet I made for her, and her breasts have developed very quickly. I can even hold them in my hand now; she's not much smaller than her sister was at that age. Hearing this, I felt a pang of guilt and remained silent. Seeing my lack of rebuttal, she became very smug: "Those girls online weren't even as old as me when they had sex!" I said, "But we're family, we're related by blood, that's incest." She was probably waiting for me to say that: "Who says family members can't have sex? There are plenty online, aren't there? And most of the articles you've saved on your computer are incestuous, most of them are about incest with your niece. Looks like you want me." She chuckled like a hen that had stolen an egg. She ruthlessly exposed my darkest side, and I didn't know how to face her.It was past midnight, and I rushed home. As soon as I opened the door, a strong smell of alcohol hit me. That little girl, it seems I was late, and she might have been angry and drinking. The living room was empty. As soon as I entered the room, I saw Jing'er lying naked on the bed, completely drunk. I quickly hugged her, calling her name. Jing'er opened her sleepy eyes, looked at me, her head went limp, and she fell asleep again. Seeing that she was still conscious, I felt relieved, worried that she had drunk too much and might have alcohol poisoning. I cleaned her up, went back to the living room, and saw that there was still more than half a bottle of wine left. I ate a little something, finished half the bottle, and went back to the room to hold her and sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling my penis sliding inside a wet, slippery cavity. My heart skipped a beat, fearing that I had penetrated Jing'er's vagina while she was asleep. I got up, lifted the covers, and felt a wave of dizziness. A lewd scene unfolded before my eyes. Jing'er's face was flushed, her small mouth laboriously sucking on my thick penis, her lips moving rhythmically, liquid dripping from the corner of her mouth. I pulled my penis out of Jing'er's mouth, grabbed her, and yelled, "Jing'er, what are you doing?" She said, "I want to have sex with my uncle, I want you to love me!" Perhaps because she had been drinking, she didn't speak to me in her usual soft voice. I was furious: "Who taught you that? Do you know what you're doing?" She stubbornly said, "No one taught me. I know that our sex is incest! But I like you, I want you!" I shook her shoulders and yelled, "Where did you learn all this?" A sly glint flashed in her eyes as she said, "The number one porn site in China—Xiaoyao Xianjing." My mind went blank. I'm a man with a strong sex drive. When Jing'er isn't around, I often browse porn sites online, and my most frequent destination is the number one porn site in China—Xiaoyao Xianjing. It must have been when I hadn't cleared my browsing history that Jing'er found out. But Jing'er can't learn these things. I said, "You're still too young, how can you learn these things?" She puffed out her chest: "Where am I small?" For the past seven months, Jing'er has been eating the breast-enhancing diet I made for her, and her breasts have developed very quickly. I can even hold them in my hand now; she's not much smaller than her sister was at that age. Hearing this, I felt a pang of guilt and remained silent. Seeing my lack of rebuttal, she became very smug: "Those girls online weren't even as old as me when they had sex!" I said, "But we're family, we're related by blood, that's incest." She was probably waiting for me to say that: "Who says family members can't have sex? There are plenty online, aren't there? And most of the articles you've saved on your computer are incestuous, most of them are about incest with your niece. Looks like you want me." She chuckled like a hen that had stolen an egg. She ruthlessly exposed my darkest side, and I didn't know how to face her.It was past midnight, and I rushed home. As soon as I opened the door, a strong smell of alcohol hit me. That little girl, it seems I was late, and she might have been angry and drinking. The living room was empty. As soon as I entered the room, I saw Jing'er lying naked on the bed, completely drunk. I quickly hugged her, calling her name. Jing'er opened her sleepy eyes, looked at me, her head went limp, and she fell asleep again. Seeing that she was still conscious, I felt relieved, worried that she had drunk too much and might have alcohol poisoning. I cleaned her up, went back to the living room, and saw that there was still more than half a bottle of wine left. I ate a little something, finished half the bottle, and went back to the room to hold her and sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night, feeling my penis sliding inside a wet, slippery cavity. My heart skipped a beat, fearing that I had penetrated Jing'er's vagina while she was asleep. I got up, lifted the covers, and felt a wave of dizziness. A lewd scene unfolded before my eyes. Jing'er's face was flushed, her small mouth laboriously sucking on my thick penis, her lips moving rhythmically, liquid dripping from the corner of her mouth. I pulled my penis out of Jing'er's mouth, grabbed her, and yelled, "Jing'er, what are you doing?" She said, "I want to have sex with my uncle, I want you to love me!" Perhaps because she had been drinking, she didn't speak to me in her usual soft voice. I was furious: "Who taught you that? Do you know what you're doing?" She stubbornly said, "No one taught me. I know that our sex is incest! But I like you, I want you!" I shook her shoulders and yelled, "Where did you learn all this?" A sly glint flashed in her eyes as she said, "The number one porn site in China—Xiaoyao Xianjing." My mind went blank. I'm a man with a strong sex drive. When Jing'er isn't around, I often browse porn sites online, and my most frequent destination is the number one porn site in China—Xiaoyao Xianjing. It must have been when I hadn't cleared my browsing history that Jing'er found out. But Jing'er can't learn these things. I said, "You're still too young, how can you learn these things?" She puffed out her chest: "Where am I small?" For the past seven months, Jing'er has been eating the breast-enhancing diet I made for her, and her breasts have developed very quickly. I can even hold them in my hand now; she's not much smaller than her sister was at that age. Hearing this, I felt a pang of guilt and remained silent. Seeing my lack of rebuttal, she became very smug: "Those girls online weren't even as old as me when they had sex!" I said, "But we're family, we're related by blood, that's incest." She was probably waiting for me to say that: "Who says family members can't have sex? There are plenty online, aren't there? And most of the articles you've saved on your computer are incestuous, most of them are about incest with your niece. Looks like you want me." She chuckled like a hen that had stolen an egg. She ruthlessly exposed my darkest side, and I didn't know how to face her.

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