The Fall of Zhang Xiaoming (1) [Full Text]

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The Fall of Zhang Xiaoming

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Part One: Sister and Stepmother

Lishan City is a small city in the south, merely a tiny dot on the map of China.

Zhang Xiaoming attends a third-rate middle school in this city. This school has a nickname: "Garbage Dump,"
because its students are mostly from low-achieving or rejected schools.

Zhang Xiaoming is sixteen, a sophomore in high school. He knows his future is bleak, so he doesn't take school or
studying seriously. His family's special circumstances further contribute to his unruly personality.

Every day when he returns home, Zhang Xiaoming faces his father's tired face. His father has been divorced for three years.
The reason for the divorce is simple: his mother had an affair with another man. In Zhang Xiaoming's words, that man
is the trash of men. He doesn't know how he managed to get his mother into this relationship.

Once, he vaguely heard his mother scolding his father, "You useless thing, you have no money, and you're no
good in bed." He seemed to understand something. Fortunately, he didn't inherit the negative traits from his father. On the contrary,
he'd been growing rapidly lately, reaching 1.76 meters tall, and becoming quite handsome, even sporting a sparse
beard . When he saw beautiful women, Zhang Xiaoming began to harbor some vague hopes
.

One day, his father called him for a walk, which surprised Xiaoming; this wasn't his father's usual practice. His father
stammered that he wanted to find another stepmother. Xiaoming was immediately angered, and the two argued. Finally, his father
coldly said, "I'm only discussing this with you to save face. Do you really think you have to make the decision?" These words made Xiaoming
grit his teeth in hatred, and he stormed off.

A few days later, his new stepmother arrived. To be fair, she was quite pretty, with
fair skin and long, slender legs, though her looks were average. It was clear she wasn't quite used to her new life, and she spoke to Xiaoming with
a nervous air. Xiaoming didn't bother arguing with her, and they went about their own business. Everything remained peaceful.

July arrived, hotter than usual, supposedly
due to . Of course, this had nothing to do with Xiaoming.

It was a Saturday, and Xiaoming was watching TV at home. Local channel 2 was airing "Naruto," which he
was following . His stepmother told him, "Xiaoming, when your father calls you, help him carry the gas cylinder." He
mumbled an agreement.

Listening to the rushing water from the bathroom, Xiaoming felt inexplicably restless. His feet unconsciously
moved towards the crack in the wooden door; he already knew there was a small gap. His eyes finally pressed against the door.

The scene inside was unforgettable. His stepmother's snow-white body glowed in the hazy mist. He
thought her breasts weren't large, but they weren't small either. Although not perfectly hemispherical, they were very
soft, and her nipples were black, no longer the rosy red of a virgin's.

As he looked, his penis became erect, painfully taut inside his underwear. Just then, the phone rang; his father
called him downstairs to get the gas.

At dinner, his stepmother warmly served him food, and he smiled at her. His stepmother was also happy and smiled
back at his father.

Two weeks later, summer vacation began. Xiaoming was pondering how to spend his long holiday. At
dinner , his stepmother told his father that Xiaoya would be coming back soon, and there wasn't enough room. His father grunted and said, "Let
Xiaoming sleep on the sofa."

Xiaoya was his stepmother's daughter, a first-year university student. Xiaoming had known about this before, but hadn't
paid much attention . Now, however, it directly affected him. He slammed his bowl down on the table and refused to eat, even though there was still
food left. His stepmother looked at him, then at his father, a hint of guilt flashing across her face.

That evening, his father went to work the night shift, and Xiaoming was reading a novel in his bedroom when his stepmother came in with a cup of milk coffee.
She said, "Xiaoming, I made you some coffee." Xiaoming grunted and ignored her.

The stepmother put down her coffee, sat on the edge of the bed, and murmured, "Xiaoming, I know I've wronged you, I'm so sorry.
How about I buy you some clothes?" Xiaoming thought to himself, "Are you trying to bribe me? I won't accept that." He was about to refuse when
he smelled a fragrance—not a fragrance, but an indescribable, pleasant scent. He realized it was his stepmother's
body odor. He blushed involuntarily.

Turning to his stepmother, he said, "Mom, I know you're good to me, it's okay."
A blush rose on his stepmother's face. Today was the first time Xiaoming had called her "Mom," and she felt both surprised and happy.
Looking at his stepmother's uneasy expression and her small, white hands, Xiaoming suddenly grabbed her hand and said, "
Mom, you're the best." His stepmother blushed even more, and Xiaoming felt a surge of pride. He knew he wasn't being sincere,
but that didn't matter; he knew exactly what he wanted to do.

She felt a wave of confusion, looking at this tall, handsome "son," a vague unease rising within her.
She pulled her hand back, flustered, and said, "You should get some rest." She closed the door, feeling a wave of dizziness. Actually, she knew best
that her current husband was all show and no substance; she regretted not having a trial marriage before getting married.

Xiao Ming brought his hand to his nose and smelled it; the scent seemed to linger. He felt his stepmother's hand was
smooth, and thinking of her breasts, he felt a surge of excitement. His penis became erect again, and he masturbated, his inner
turmoil rising in waves until he finally ejaculated!

Seeing the improved relationship between Xiao Ming and his stepmother, his father, unaware of the situation, smiled happily. That afternoon,
his stepmother said to Xiao Ming, "Is there anything you need? Why don't you come with me to pick up Xiao Ya?" Xiao Ming agreed and went to the station.
He made a sign and held it high. They quickly met her, and as his stepmother introduced her, Xiao Ming
carefully examined his "older sister."

Xiao Ya was a refined and pretty girl, but her breasts weren't large, which disappointed Xiao Ming a little. However, she
was as fair-skinned as her mother, the girl's skin was very delicate. He touched his "sister
's" hand while carrying his luggage. "It's really soft," Xiao Ming thought to himself.

After returning, his "sister" went to take a shower. He pretended to go watch his stepmother cook, and
as quickly bent down and glanced inside. What caught his eye was a black patch—his sister's vagina. He immediately felt
a tightness in his chest, swallowed hard, and struggled to stand up.

He deliberately chatted with his sister, making her giggle non-stop. His sister also
developed , thinking Xiaoming was nice and handsome. She mentally compared him to her other suitors, and none
of them could compare to him, leaving her feeling somewhat dejected.

That day, the air was stifling, like a lid had been placed over it. Xiaoming had originally planned to go out to play, but after looking at the sky, he changed his mind.
His sister's door was closed; she must be sleeping. Xiaoming slowly crept to the door and gently pushed it open. His sister
was wearing a short skirt, her snow-white thighs radiating an alluring glow. Xiaoming reached the bedside and saw his sister's
bra peeking out—pink, her small breasts hidden within.

He boldly touched her leg; it was indeed very smooth. He sighed and didn't dare to back out further.

Another afternoon, his sister was napping again. He pushed open the door and found her wearing only a small pair of panties
and a bra, most of her body exposed outside a thin blanket. He touched his sister's thigh, boldly pulling down her
bra. The rosy nipples brought a blush to Xiaoming's face. At that moment, his sister turned her head,
slowly opening her eyes, and said, "Xiaoming, what are you doing?" Her beautiful eyes were filled with intense desire.

Xiaoming, losing his usual nimbleness, stammered, "Sister, I like you." Without further ado, he impulsively
pressed his lips to hers. The world seemed to stop; Xiaoming felt a soft warmth, and he clumsily nibbled at it.
His hands, however, weren't idle, slipping inside her bra and pressing against Xiaoya's delicate, soft breasts, roughly
kneading them. His sister frowned, humming something unintelligible. Xiaoming's other hand touched her
private parts. At this moment, his sister twisted her body, saying, "No, no," while trying to stop Xiaoming's hand.

Just then, a crisp slamming of the door was like a bucket of cold water, startling Xiaoming so much that he immediately jumped off Xiaoya.
He knew it was his stepmother or father returning. He whispered in his sister's ear, "Xiaoya, you're so beautiful, I like
you."

His stepmother looked at Xiaoming strangely. Xiaoming looked down and saw that his little brother was still erect.
He shook the magazine in his hand to hide it; it was a family magazine with actress Wang Jing on the cover. He suddenly realized that Wang Jing
looked somewhat like his stepmother.

His stepmother seemed to notice too, and a blush rose to her face. She quickly went into the kitchen.

Xiaoya didn't come out until dinner time. She looked at Xiaoming with a strange expression, but didn't say anything else. Xiaoming
knew that what he had worried about hadn't happened.

His stepmother was home in the morning. Seeing that he didn't have a chance, Xiaoming said to Xiaoya, "Sister, I want to buy a shirt
. Do you have time to go with me?" Xiaoya looked at her stepmother, who smiled and said, "If he asks you to go, then go." For some
reason , Xiaoming felt that his stepmother seemed reluctant for him and his sister to be together. This thought quickly dissipated.

The shopkeeper smiled and said, "You two are such a perfect match!" This immediately made Xiaoya blush deeply. She didn't
explain . After buying clothes, Xiaoming said, "Sister, let me take you to the park. You probably haven't been before.

" Under the shade of trees, the faint scent of plants, and the intermittent chirping of birds, they remained silent, experiencing a tacit
understanding

Seeing that no one was around, Xiaoming boldly took Xiaoya's hand
. She struggled briefly but then obediently placed her hand in his. Xiaoming saw a small pavilion halfway up the hill and led her up. "Aiwan Pavilion,"
she said, "quite an elegant name." Xiaoming said, "How can it be more elegant than my Xiaoya's?" Xiaoya spat at him, saying, "You're just being cheeky."

He embraced Xiaoya, who sighed softly, "What should we do? I'm your sister now
." He placed his hand on her breast, gently circling it, occasionally squeezing it, saying, "We're only in name
, it's okay." He kissed her fragrant lips, caressing her small breasts. His lust was gradually replaced by a
feeling he knew—love.

That night, Xiaoming was watching TV alone in the living room. His stepmother and father were asleep. He checked
the time it was past midnight. He listened intently and quietly pushed open his sister's door.
The dim light from the bedside lamp illuminated Xiaoya's face, adding a touch of mysterious beauty.

He touched Xiaoya's face. Xiaoya opened her eyes, saw it was him, and whispered, "Are you kidding me?" He grinned mischievously
and said, "Xiaoya, I want to sleep with you." Xiaoya twisted his body and said, "You bad boy." He quickly pulled down his pants and
crawled under the covers. She kicked him but couldn't move. He wrapped his arms around her waist and whispered, "Xiaoya, I want you."

He moved downwards, and this time Xiaoya didn't move, letting him do as he pleased. He vaguely heard Xiaoya let out
a sigh. He didn't think too much about it and slowly removed her pubic hair. Her pubic hair was very delicate. He touched
her vulva, something he learned from porn. He felt his hand becoming slippery. She whispered,
"Xiaoming, turn off the light."

In the darkness, he groped to part her legs. His penis felt enveloped by a soft, warm ring.
He pushed against it; it was tight, and his penis felt a slight pain. He thrust passionately inside her.
Xiaoya covered her mouth, her whole body tense. She didn't feel much pleasure, just that if he wanted it,
she should give it to him.

Xiaoming's penis thrust forcefully, a wave of pleasure spreading from his glans like a lit detonator, unstoppable
. He suddenly remembered the roller coaster he'd ridden in Beijing last year, that feeling of his brain being filled with blood. He
finally ejaculated. Xiaoya felt a surge of heat immediately fill her vagina. Her thoughts froze; she
thought frantically, "I've become a woman."

Xiaoming held Xiaoya, remaining on the bed. After a long while, he pulled out his penis; it was already soft. Xiaoya
reached for the light, pulled out some toilet paper, and wiped the semen off her vagina. Blushing, she tossed a piece of paper to Xiaoming.
After cleaning himself, Xiaoming, not daring to say much, kissed her and tiptoed out to sleep. Whether it was a hallucination or not, Xiaoming kept feeling that his father's bedroom door made a slight sound

when he left Xiaoya's room . 　　Coincidentally, after his father and stepmother left, Xiaoming and Xiaoya began vying for the bathroom. Xiaoya was taking a shower when Xiaoming pushed open the door. Looking into Xiaoming's passionate eyes, Xiaoya shyly covered her lower body. Xiaoming quickly stripped naked , went in, and hugged Xiaoya. "Finally, I can look at your body properly. So beautiful," Xiaoming said, stroking Xiaoya's body. His penis hardened. "Sister, touch me," he demanded. Xiaoya refused. Xiaoming lifted one of her legs and placed it on the sink. Xiaoya said, "What are you doing? What do I want to do?"

"I'm going to fuck you," Xiaoming said rudely. Before Xiaoya could even speak, Xiaoming's penis was already inside her
. He thought, "Luckily I'm tall enough, hehe." Convenient, he kissed her lips, his tongue probing inside.
She moaned, wiggling her hips; it seemed everything needed to be explored.

He whispered in her ear, "Sister, is my penis big?" Saying this gave him an indescribable
sense of satisfaction. "Sister, are you comfortable fucking me?" he said with a wicked smile.

After the passion subsided, Xiaoya helped him dry off. She said with some worry, "This can't go on; something bad
will happen eventually." Xiaoming said casually, "So what? We can just move out; we'll
be free .

" The two sisters were watching TV on the sofa. Xiaoming tried to touch Xiaoya several times, but she slapped his hand away. He realized it wasn't
interesting and stopped trying.

When their stepmother came home and saw the two of them silent and sullen, she jokingly said, "Xiaoya, are you
bullying Xiaoming?" Xiaoya's eyes reddened, but she said, "Hmph, how could I dare? He's the one who bullied me."

Xiaoming forced a smile and said, "Mom, don't listen to her, that's not true."

His stepmother frowned, her face slightly displeased, and went to the kitchen.

In the following nights, Xiaoming couldn't suppress his desires and sneaked into Xiaoya's room several times, and Xiaoya
never refused him. His skills in fucking became more and more proficient, and he realized that what he saw in pornographic films wasn't so easy
to imitate.

Xiaoya went out to play with her classmates, saying she would be gone for a few days. Xiaoming said, half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Sister,
what will I do if you go?" In front of her classmates, Xiaoya pretended not to hear him.

When she wasn't there, Xiaoming was very lonely. He had no other entertainment except to peek at his stepmother's body.

One day, his stepmother came out of the kitchen, shook her arm, and said, "Xiaoming, your father isn't coming back today. A friend invited him
to dinner , so it was just the two of us." Xiaoming looked at her and said, "Mom, what happened to your arm?" His stepmother said, "I twisted it while moving things today
." I forgot to mention, my stepmother works as a warehouse manager at a supermarket. Although she doesn't do the heavy lifting, she
sometimes has to do some things herself.

"Mom, let me give you a massage." Before she could answer, Xiaoming leaned in and started massaging. "Mom, sit up straight," Xiaoming
said. He gently massaged her, but his stepmother remained seated, her face showing some hesitation. He gently massaged her fragrant shoulders;
her scent was noticeably different from Xiaoya's. It had a disorienting effect on Xiaoming. His stepmother was wearing a
thin wool sweater. He slowly pulled it open a little, revealing the bra straps—the purple straps were quite
sexy, Xiaoming wondered to himself. Sensing Xiaoming's advances, his stepmother struggled to sit up, saying, "Stop massaging."

Xiaoming held her shoulders and softly said, "Mom, I like you." He emphasized
the word "like." Hearing Xiaoming say this, his stepmother trembled and said, "Are you crazy?"

Without a word, Xiao Ming went straight to the point, his hand sliding down to her bra and grabbing his stepmother's
breast. Her breasts felt softer and less perky than Xiao Ya's. The stepmother struggled, but Xiao Ming wouldn't let go. She said, "I'm going to call for help." Xiao Ming,
shamelessly , said, "Go ahead and call. It'll be embarrassing for everyone.

" Finally, the stepmother stopped moving, letting him squeeze her breasts. Xiao Ming easily unhooked her bra with one hand, and the two small
breasts felt wonderful in his hands. His hand groped downwards, and the stepmother suddenly exploded, saying, "That's too much!" She
struggled violently, shaking off Xiao Ming's hand and going into the bedroom.

Xiao Ming was somewhat surprised; his sure-fire success had slipped away, making him furious.

His father was working the night shift and wouldn't be home that night; only his stepmother and he were at home. Clearly, his stepmother was already wary of him and had
already hidden in the bedroom.

Xiao Ming racked his brains for a while, finally coming up with a plan to lure his stepmother into his trap.

To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next installment.

(To be continued)

Thanks for your hard work, author! I support you, please send me the exciting next installment soon, thank you! This kid, you should sleep with your own mother, she's so lewd. Go for it! Um... Is this an original story? If so, I hope you'll update it more frequently.
If it's an unfinished story, that would be painful. What happened next? Author, please update soon, I'm waiting! Heartfelt support! Why are all the stories these days unfinished? It ends halfway through! What happened to Xiaoming later? I'm looking forward to seeing the next plot, what happened to the protagonist in the end??? A cliché plot, in my estimation, the protagonist will sleep with both his biological mother and stepmother, and the ending will be a happy one, with the mother, sister, and stepmother/daughter all becoming the protagonist's personal "guns"! A good story, looking forward to an exciting next installment. It would be best if he slept with his own mother too. Thanks.

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