Incestuous Love Affairs

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(I) My childhood memories of my uncle and sister are filled with incestuous feelings. My family lived in one of a row of illegal buildings in Taipei. The adults there spent their leisure time playing cards. So sometimes, our big bed would be filled with the children of my parents and their card-playing partners. Of course, I was happy to be there too, because at that time, I could always sleep with my sister. My sister was very good to me. She would always wait until the children were asleep, then put her hand under my blanket, gently pull down my pants, and hug me tightly. Actually, at the time, I didn't quite understand what she was doing. I just felt that my little penis, like it was swimming in water, always had the feeling of being able to relieve myself after a urge to urinate, which was very comfortable. Of course, there was a reason why I received such special service from my sister. I remember it was a Sunday morning, and my parents had gone to someone's house to play cards. When I got up, the house was quiet. I was used to this situation, at least on Sundays, it was a common occurrence in my house. I rubbed my eyes and went into the front room across the hallway from the kitchen. I walked past my parents' bed, intending to head to the living room to see if my sister, who wasn't sleeping, had gone out with them. But I found her sitting on my uncle's lap with her back to me, holding a calligraphy brush, making the same sounds I made when I was sick. My uncle, as if teaching her calligraphy, had one arm around her waist and the other holding her right hand, his head resting on her shoulder. "Oh! So my sister's practicing calligraphy!" That was one of my least favorite tasks. I was just thinking of escaping outside to play house with Ah-Hua to avoid being dragged into calligraphy practice like my sister. "Hmm! Uncle's pants look a little strange!" I looked at the space beside the swaying chair, noticing the protruding belt, feeling a bit curious. My eyes involuntarily followed the belt, and I saw my sister's skirt lifted up to my uncle's lower abdomen, revealing a round, dark pubic hair at the base of her slender, white thigh, appearing and disappearing with her movements… "Uncle, what game are you playing?" I quietly approached them and suddenly asked. "Brother…" "No, I'm teaching her to write…" My uncle and sister gasped in surprise, then spoke almost simultaneously. Of course, my uncle nervously pulled my sister's skirt down to cover their intimate parts. I knew they were lying to me. My neighbor, Ah Hua, and I had once played marbles and played mahjong in the back alley, and I'd inadvertently peeked through Guo Ge's screen window, watching him, like my uncle and sister, have his sister on top of him—the only difference being that they weren't wearing clothes! I stared at them, looking incredulous. Seeing this, my uncle shifted his body and laboriously pulled a red ten-yuan note from his pocket. "Go!" "Let's go out and play." "I want to 'join'!" (参 means to join or be together at that time.) "You want to write?!" Uncle knew I hated writing with a brush, and pretended to be angry to scare me. I stuck out my tongue, grabbed the ten yuan, and ran out quickly. All I could hear was Uncle's words, "Don't tell your mother, you hear me?!" Whatever! Ten yuan could buy so many things for Ah-Hua to eat! From then on, Uncle took my sister and me to the movies or out to play more often. Although each time we went out, I would often not see them for quite a while. But then came careretreat.Russian gifts or sweets made me pay little attention to where they went, let alone my sister's occasional special services! This situation continued until my uncle died, when I was ten years old. (II) During my childhood summer and winter vacations, I would always go with my aunt to my maternal grandmother's house near the mountains for several days. Actually, it wasn't that fun there. After getting off the train at the small station, it was a long, long walk. Sometimes, although we could hitch a ride on an oxcart that we knew, the bumpy cobblestone road, the slow pace of the ox and its pungent smell often made my cousin and I jump up and down to relieve the irritation in our noses. The reason my cousin and I wanted to go to my maternal grandmother's house was definitely not because of the green bamboo strips that often fell from the bamboo, or the big-bellied fish in the stream, let alone the centipede that was longer than my forearm. Actually, it was my aunt Shuzhen who always made me clamor to go with her. My aunt Shuzhen was the youngest daughter of my fifth uncle. She was a year older than me and a year younger than my cousin. She was wild and a fast runner. During the day, she would always tease and bully me, and I could never catch her. So, I always hated her to the core. But at night, she was like a different person. She liked to stick close to my cousin and me, hiding under the mosquito net, pinching and massaging us, sometimes telling us stories. In the countryside, people go to bed early and get up early. The men were busy working in the fields early in the morning, while the women mostly went to the river to wash clothes or chat. The rest of the time, mostly kids like us, played hide-and-seek, hopscotch, and other games near the houses. I don't quite remember what day it was, only that it was long after dawn. I was fast asleep, and in my hazy state, I felt the bed shaking as if there was an earthquake. I slightly opened my eyes and saw the large, unshielded quilt covering my cousin, a woman with a large bust, heaving up and down abnormally. I guessed my cousin and aunt were playing "wrestling" again! My aunt sometimes played with me, but I was much stronger than her and always on top of her, so I would kick and punch her, making it impossible for her to pull down my pants, and she would give up (the rule of our game is that the person who can pull down the other's pants has to be punished by the winner, and the punishment is decided by the winner). I suddenly pulled the quilt off my cousin... "Cousin won... Yay! Why aren't they wearing pants?!" I was stunned, just like my cousin and aunt. "Ugh... Oh!" I watched as my cousin's penis slowly slid out of my aunt's white, fleshy hole. I wagged my index finger at them, pretending to rush out and tell my aunt or great-aunt. Suddenly, my cousin hugged me tightly, and my aunt pressed down on top of me. "Hey! If you tell anyone, I'll never talk to you again!" "My aunt pouted, her eyes almost brimming with tears. 'I don't care! Who told you to bully me!' I ignored her and struggled to separate them. 'Don't tell anyone! Let me let you 'play' too! Okay?' (meaning to play) my cousin suggested, grabbing my hand and placing it on my aunt's vulva. 'You played too!' my cousin grumbled, rubbing my hand up and down on my aunt's wet vulva. 'It doesn't count! I didn't.' I forcefully pulled my hand back, looking at the remaining moisture on my palm. 'Ugh...so dirty! Aunt...pee...pee!' I shouted loudly. My cousin quickly covered my mouth, gesturing for my aunt to think of a way to stop it." Seeing my stubbornness, my aunt quickly pulled down my pants, facing me directly. She grabbed my soft penis with one hand and parted her plump, white labia with the other, half-squatting down and swaying her firm buttocks back and forth. Watching her movements, I couldn't help but recall the familiar scene of my uncle and sister, and my penis inexplicably began to thrust upwards. "So small and so naughty!" My aunt probably knew I wouldn't tell on her, so she straightened my penis, pointing it towards her vulva, and smiled smugly… (Part Three) After entering junior high, my family moved to a small public housing apartment with the demolition of our illegal structure. My parents probably noticed my prominent Adam's apple and the clear fluid that often clung to my underwear, dividing the ten-ping space into four rooms. Thinking about how my sister's special services had been separated by the new cubicles, I felt a pang of sadness. Furthermore, my own fantasies about romantic relationships, stemming from the first-grade health education chapter fourteen, had begun to surface. I always tried, intentionally or unintentionally, to get closer to my older sister, but she seemed to have reformed and avoided me. I was incredibly frustrated and tried everything to relive those memories, finally discovering a little secret about our new home. It was a winter evening, and it got dark early. When I got home from school, the house was pitch black. Since moving to our new home, my dad always didn't get home until almost seven o'clock every day, and I didn't know if my mom was at the market or still playing cards. I opened the door, about to turn on the main light. Suddenly, I noticed a sliver of white light coming from in front of the bathroom. "Who is it?... Hmm! My sister's out of school!" I glanced at the shoe cabinet by the door; my older sister, a third-year junior high student, rarely got home before me. I suddenly smiled, groped in the dark to put down my schoolbag, and gently closed the door. I tiptoed to the bathroom, knelt on the foot mat in front of it, and peered through the small keyhole. "Wow! That feels so good, my sister's taking a shower." The toilet and bathroom in my house are combined, and it's tiny, less than a square meter. The toilet is right there when you open the door, next to it is a sink about the size of two faces, and next to that is the wall. The keyhole provides just enough view to reach the door; unless you're standing directly under the showerhead, you can't escape being seen through the small hole. Excitedly, I unbuttoned my khaki pants, pulled out my already erect penis, and began to frantically rub it up and down. After all, it was something I'd been longing for; to paraphrase what politicians often say: not satisfied, but acceptable! My sister was taking a very thorough shower. First, she lathered her entire front half with soap, especially her large breasts, which she repeatedly covered with soap suds. I watched closely and felt that my sister's nipples were very large, and her areolas were quite prominent, unlike my aunt Shuzhen's. After washing her front, my sister lathered the entire towel with soap, then held one side of the towel with one hand and used it to wash her back. Of course, this wasn't as exciting, and I took the opportunity to unbuckle my belt. Because I knew she was about to wash her genitals! Sure enough, my sister slightly parted her legs, stretched the towel straight with both hands, twisting it into a long, thin strip, one hand in front and the other behind, pressing it tightly against her labia, washing her lower body like playing an erhu. The entire long, thin towel was embedded in her vulva, and her thick labia spread outwards with its movement. I stared wide-eyed, trying my best to see inside, hoping to see my sister's entire wanton little pussy, and at the same time, I quickened the up-and-down movements of my hands. I saw her put down the towel and start rubbing her vulva with her palms to wash it, while two fingers also disappeared into her vagina... "Wow! I can't take it anymore!" I clenched my buttocks and forcefully ejaculated spurt after spurt of semen. Looking at the white, thick liquid on the floor, I really wished I could exchange it with the foam on my sister's honey pot! Although I felt empty after masturbating, I was still excited to discover the source of my family's eroticism. And it accompanied me, solving many of my physiological needs during junior high school... (IV) My father was a very strict father, at least before the "Child Welfare Act," that's what I thought. He was a burly man, and whenever we made a mistake that he felt was unforgivable, he would often strip us naked and whip us hard with a belt or a water pipe. More importantly, he often implemented the "collective punishment" system—if one person made a mistake, both of us would be punished, so my sister and I were quite afraid. I remember that day, my mother went on a "journey" to play cards with her friends, and I stole 100 yuan from my father's pocket. I forgot what I did with it. Of course, you can guess what happened. While being beaten, I don't know what got into me, but I blurted out my sister's affair with my uncle. Wow! This was really bad. My sister was stripped naked, wearing only a bra and panties, and hung in the living room with a rope to be whipped hard. My sister's large breasts trembled incessantly with the whipping of my father's belt. Red welts covered her snow-white body. "Dad! I won't do it again," my sister murmured, tears streaming down her face, her legs trembling uncontrollably. "Next time? You want a next time?!" My father's belt never stopped. "Damn it, I'll let you have your way now." My father, like a madman, grabbed my sister's thighs, his right hand parting her labia, licking her clitoris and vulva. "Dad! No, I really won't do it again." My sister's legs were crossed and curled together, but finding no foothold, they quickly opened again. I was genuinely surprised by my father's actions, standing there unsure what to do. "What are you still standing there for? Why don't you come and help me, let your sister have some fun!" Now I was even more stunned. I didn't know how to help my father, though a secret thrill swelled within me. "Dad, no!" "...Brother, you can't do it..." The older sister shook the rope tied to her hands, her feet moving incessantly.She kicked wildly. "Come here and grab your sister's legs!" Dad yelled at me, pulling down his underwear and forcing his penis into my sister's vagina. Hearing Dad's shout, I knelt down beside my sister, grabbed her legs and spread them apart, my eyes involuntarily looking up at the scene of Dad and my sister having sex. Dad's dark penis was moving in and out, flipping her labia majora, the veins on his penis glistening with the clear, lustful fluid secreted by my sister. My sister squinted, swaying her large buttocks, her tears long since replaced by the pleasure of his penis penetrating her as Dad continued to rise and fall. "Dad... your... penis... feels so... good..." My sister's moans stimulated Dad to speed up his piston-like movements. Perhaps because standing was too strenuous, Dad put down my sister who was hanging there, then lifted her legs up, holding his penis, rubbing it against her labia, and suddenly plunged the whole thing into her vagina. "Ah... Dad..." My sister's brows furrowed slightly, seemingly unable to accept the sight of my father's penis fully inserted. My father, caught up in the moment, didn't care about that, his hips swaying wildly, the sounds of their bodies colliding echoing in the room. "Quickly... coming... out..." my father screamed. Hearing this, my sister gripped my father's buttocks tightly, arching her back to match his movements, as if hoping he would plant his seed in her womb. I, standing nearby, knowing my father was about to ejaculate, quickly pulled down my pants and began stroking my penis. "...Coming..." My father pulled out his penis, rubbing my sister's plump breasts while spraying thick streams of semen onto her body. After my father left my sister's body, I quickly climbed on top of him. My sister's wet vagina made penetration effortless. As I fucked her, I caressed her clitoris with my thumb, and she wildly spread her legs, clamping my buttocks between them, swaying with my movements. "Hurry...brother...harder..." Looking at my sister's wanton state, I felt a surge of sadistic desire. While slapping the bruises on her thighs, I rotated my hips, rubbing my glans against her cervix. My sister seemed unable to withstand my grinding, her mouth constantly babbling incoherently, urging me to hurry. Seeing that the time was almost right, I increased the speed of my thrusting movements, my glans gradually feeling numb, and the base of her thighs sending a pre-ejaculation sensation to my brain. I imitated my father, pulling out my penis and ejaculating onto my sister's heaving breasts. In the days that followed, whenever my mother went to play cards, my father and I took turns having sex with my sister. Of course, my sister conceived two or three children because of this illicit relationship, until she married at eighteen.

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