[Rose Pregnancy][Author: Tin Soldier No. 1][The End]

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(1) The Weeping Honeycomb

The small dining room was filled with the aroma of food. Inside, the mother and daughter ate their dinner absentmindedly, their eyes constantly glancing out the window at the wind and rain.

The wind had picked up again recently, and the fog and rain blurred the view of houses and lights in the distance.

This was a ground-floor apartment, spacious and comfortable for a small family of three. They had bought this corner unit because of its small front yard, and after nearly ten years of cultivation, the ten-square-meter front yard had become a lush expanse of flowers.

Xiuwei put down her chopsticks and walked wearily to the French windows, standing there with a lingering gaze on the few rose bushes in the corner of the yard.

The ones planted last year were fine, but the ones she had planted herself when she bought the house, which had been in full bloom for the past two days, now had a few bright red petals fallen tragically into the mud.

"It's a mild typhoon, right? We'll have a holiday tomorrow," Li'er's expectant voice broke the silence in the room.

Ten-year-old Li'er always had an instinctive resistance to schoolwork, or rather, a reluctance to let her youth be bound by a fixed schedule.

Xiuwei didn't speak, and the two exchanged a knowing smile.

Both had the kind of innocent, beautiful faces often seen in celebrity posters, as if they were cast from the same mold, both so elegant and pretty, like a pair of charming sisters.

The daughter's face had a touch more ethereal beauty, while the mother's expression was similarly serene and elegant, making them both enjoy each other's company.

Since Jianxiong was sent to Shanghai by his company a year ago, the mother and daughter had felt an extraordinary closeness.

Both were naturally quiet. If there was a typhoon holiday, the mother and daughter, who didn't have to go to work or school, would laze around all day, eating fruit and snacks, enjoying a carefree and leisurely time.

In fact, they were the same on ordinary holidays. Without Jianxiong to manage their lives, Xiuwei and Lier would simply read leisurely books or play the piano to while away the day. Over the past year, they had grown accustomed to this tranquil lifestyle.

It was already September, and the weather bureau had issued a mild typhoon warning yesterday, but it was uncertain whether the typhoon would blow towards Hong Kong or Taiwan.

"In any case, the wind won't blow to Shanghai," Xiuwei thought with a wistful smile, crossing her arms to mimic Jianxiong's gentle touch.

Jianxiong had returned to Shanghai for work two months ago after his vacation. Even after more than ten years of marriage, she still craved his embrace.

Jianxiong was a very family-oriented man. His company allowed him to take a week off every three months to return to Taiwan, and he never missed it because of his busy work schedule. When he held her and their daughter in his arms, chatting and laughing on the living room bench, the happiness and warmth he exuded was enough to compensate for countless lonely and empty nights.

"Like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meeting on the Magpie Bridge."

Two months ago, on the night Jianxiong was about to leave, Xiuwei complained coquettishly beneath him, her cheeks flushed like a young girl in early spring.

"Then, tonight I'll love you all night long." Jianxiong thrust his penis into her body with all his might.

"Next time I come back, maybe we won't be able to do it again."

Jianxiong's large hand gently caressed her slightly protruding belly, lovingly kissing every inch of her skin, as if cherishing a flawless work of art.

Who could deny it? Although Xiuwei resisted the fact that she was already forty years old, her skin was still as white and delicate as a young girl's, and her graceful figure was exquisite. Whether in the office or walking on the street, she couldn't help but receive admiring glances from men.

Thinking of Jianxiong's embrace and the lustful gazes of men, Xiuwei's protruding belly felt a little itchy. Xiuwei secretly glanced back at Lier, still forcibly suppressing the urge to move her hand between her legs.

Over the past year, Xiuwei had started masturbating, and in the months since becoming pregnant, it had become almost impossible to stop. She had never planned to get pregnant seventeen years after marriage.

It was five months ago, on the afternoon Jianxiong first entered the house. Li'er was still at school, and Xiuwei had returned home early from the office.

Jianxiong and Xiuwei passionately made love on the living room sofa, their semen soaking the newly replaced sofa fabric, leaving a noticeable water stain. Three months of suppressed lust erupted like volcanic lava. In her excitement, she forgot she hadn't used contraception, letting Jianxiong pour his thick semen into her body.

"It was just such a coincidence,"

Xiuwei thought bitterly, recalling how carefully she had calculated the dates to conceive her precious daughter, Li'er, when they first got married.

"I don't want it! A forty-year-old mother… please get rid of it!" After confirming her pregnancy, Xiuwei repeatedly pleaded with Jianxiong on the phone.

"Li'er will be unhappy too. She's always been an only child, already ten years old…"

"Let's have another child," Jianxiong secretly fantasized about having another son.

Thinking of the excruciating pain of childbirth, unimaginable to men; and then of the ambiguous smiles of teasing relatives and colleagues, Xiuwei's face flushed, and a tingling sensation returned to her sensitive lower body. Xiuwei

glanced back and saw Li'er still lost in thought, watching television. So, her fingers quietly slid over her protruding belly, lingering on her vulva.

Perhaps because her libido had intensified during pregnancy, Xiuwei had been masturbating every night in the quiet of the night.

At first, she simply stroked her body quietly, letting the sensitive throbbing of her vulva and nipples spread throughout her body. Gradually, she began to fantasize about passionate memories with Jianxiong.

"Want some oranges? I'll eat first."

"You eat first, Mom will be there in a bit."

Li'er had already carried a fruit platter to the living room. Xiuwei pulled up a chair facing the courtyard and sat down. Outside the misty window, a few roses, stems and leaves swaying in the wind and rain.

Today, Xiuwei was wearing Jianxiong's loose-fitting sweatpants. She slipped her fingers inside the waistband...

"Okay, don't rush, I'm coming..."

She lifted her already damp panties. To punish the restless, itchy feeling inside her, she decided to start with her clitoris this time. Her

fingertips lingered on her swollen clitoris, and that familiar throbbing sensation immediately surged forth.

"You're the most obedient... Now you refuse to touch them, you just won't..."

In her life, Jianxiong had only been her one man, and she couldn't imagine having sex with other men. In recent days, Xiuwei had become very strange. Although Jianxiong had only been gone for two months, the image of Jianxiong in her fantasies during masturbation was gradually becoming blurred. Sometimes she would imagine movie stars or men in her daily life.

Xiuwei focused her mind on the pleasure of her most sensitive spot on her clitoris, her inner walls stirring, and her vaginal fluids flowed out, wetting her fingertips, as if pleading for them to enter…

“Wait a minute, it’s not your turn yet…”

She needed more excitement to build up, more fantasies… those lustful men…

She felt like a general commanding an army, patiently guiding her body’s sensations, her fingertips continuing their work on her clitoris.

What would it feel like to make love with other men? Would the thickness be different? Would the length feel different?

Xiuwei decided to insert one fingertip into her vaginal walls. She skillfully circled her wet, slippery finger, glistening with vaginal fluid, around the protruding clitoris several times before suddenly inserting a knuckle. The vaginal walls immediately whimpered and sucked tightly.

"Only one finger, don't be too greedy..." she mentally scolded, keeping her index finger knuckle at the vaginal wall without going deeper, while her thumb busily soothed the itchy clitoris.

"They're all naughty children..."

Xiuwei continued, inserting one finger and rotating it within the vaginal wall, causing her body to convulse and tremble.

"Only I know how to make it feel good..."

Her thumb teased the clitoris, her rapidly moving fingers using the deft movements only a woman who had masturbated could achieve, gently rubbing the sensitive clitoris with varying pressure.

Her seated figure was like a perfect sculpture. Xiuwei closed her eyes, fine beads of sweat appearing on her forehead, her body surging with desire.

Her legs were wet with lustful fluid. This time, the pleasure came quickly. Fantasies are always exciting, especially those faces that don't resemble Jianxiong's...

Would other men be as gentle as Jianxiong? Perhaps they would be rough and forceful, perhaps they would show no mercy and thrust their hot, hard penises into her honey hole...

Lost in her reverie, it seemed as if Li'er opened the door to welcome someone. Startled, Xiuwei pulled out her wet fingers and looked back from the window, only to find that her legs were already soaked.

"Auntie, luckily we made it in time for dinner." A-Ming, soaked to the bone, walked in with a grin.

"We just finished eating. We thought you weren't coming today," Li'er answered for her mother.

"Oh! This weather..." Xiuwei remembered in her panic that today was the day A-Ming was tutoring Li'er in math.

"With such a strong wind and rain, why did you come? Does your mother know you're coming? Quickly change out of your wet clothes."

"Take off your shoes first! You've made a mess of the floor." Li'er excitedly shouted after her cousin.

Amin nonchalantly took off his shoes and socks, his face and head covered in raindrops, letting Xiuwei and Lier push him towards the bathroom.

"Throw all the wet clothes in the washing machine... I'll go find your uncle's clothes for you to change into."

When Xiuwei touched Amin's shoulder, she suddenly realized that the boy was already quite a bit taller than her. The man's presence and bulging muscles made her heart flutter, and she even felt a little dizzy.

While picking up clothes in the bedroom, Xiuwei paused for a while before realizing that there were some wet stains on her sweatpants from masturbation. There was no time to shower, so she hurriedly changed into her newly bought maternity clothes, hiding her wet underwear.

She picked out a set of cotton sweatshirt and pants for Amin, and habitually picked up a set of underwear as well. She went to the bathroom in the inner bedroom to get Jianxiong's bath towel, but after thinking about it, she put the underwear down... It seemed strange for men to share underwear.

Xiuwei walked to the bathroom door and hesitantly knocked. When Amin timidly opened the bathroom door, revealing half of his upper body, Xiuwei was a little shy.

"Remember to dry your hair before you come out to eat, don't catch a cold."

Xiuwei quickly looked away from his bare chest and whispered to Amin, then hurriedly left as if she had done something wrong.

(2) Red Underpants

Lier was in the kitchen, putting plates of leftovers into the microwave to warm them up. She hummed a song happily. Since she found out that her mother was pregnant, she had taken on most of the housework.

She didn't care that there would be another brother or sister in the family in the future. She knew that her father and mother had always had a good relationship. There would be noise coming from the bedroom when her father was home at night. Even when her mother was talking to her aunt in a low voice about the problem of older mothers, she didn't think it was that serious.

It's good to have more people in the family, especially on such a stormy night. She liked her cousin. The other relatives were all a bit annoying, but Ah Ming was always polite and well-mannered. He was handsome when he smiled and cool when he didn't. His only flaw was that he liked to act like an adult.

Li'er brought the food back to the table and sat quietly waiting. She was always well-behaved and adorable, and the elders doted on her. It was only because she had pestered her uncle that her cousin agreed to tutor her this year. Ah Ming was initially reluctant; he was already a freshman in college and didn't want to play with high school girls.

The two families had always been close, and Xiuwei and her brother had a very good relationship. They lived not far apart, each only having a son and a daughter, and the two children were playmates. These past two years, Ah Ming had been busy with schoolwork, but Li'er still clung to her cousin.

Li'er truly loved her cousin; just last month, one night, she had given him her virginity.

That day, her mother was working overtime at the company and had already called to say she wouldn't be home until after nine. Her cousins were playfully huddled together looking at their homework when, somehow, they ended up kissing passionately. Lili'er's teeth chattered with nervousness. It wasn't until Ah Ming's tongue entered her mouth that she realized what was happening.

At first, it hurt a little, but then it got better. The in-and-out motion of his penis brought her a novel and pleasurable sensation she had never experienced before. In that instant, she became a woman.

Before that, she had felt inferior, believing she was the last virgin among her classmates. She would shyly hide away when others described their sex lives with their boyfriends.

After that day, she would secretly listen, blushing, comparing the descriptions of penis length and sexual acts in her mind.

Ah Ming's penis was longer than all her classmates' boyfriends, Lili'er secretly concluded.

Almost as long as her father's, Lili'er had secretly watched her parents make love a few times; her father's penis was at least twenty centimeters long! In the pitch-black night, Li'er never really saw clearly what her father did, but he knew some unusual sex positions. And, well, Ah Ming learned them pretty quickly too.

Years ago, her father was Li'er's dream man. Li'er often fantasized about what she would do if her father violated her like in the tabloids.

She would pretend to cry, but not loudly, like when she didn't get into her first-choice high school last year—just a few tears. What if her father was very aggressive and tried to tear her clothes? She would pretend to be terrified and let him tear them. And if it was that pretty new blue nightgown, she would say, "No!"

Thinking this way, Li'er never wore that blue nightgown when her father was home on vacation.

Now, Li'er finds it funny when she thinks back. Her feelings have become very strange since Ah Ming came along. Does Ah Ming see her as a girlfriend or a sister? Can cousins date? What will her parents think? When their beloved daughter is no longer a virgin, will they still love her the same?

The years of youth are so bewildering. One day, you feel like a beloved child, with a bright future always waiting for you; the next, you suddenly realize that even though you're still young, still the same age, you have to face the unknown like an adult.

Amin felt slightly embarrassed as she put on her sportswear. Her aunt's unusual expression made her uneasy. Did she know about her relationship with Li'er?

Her relationship with Li'er was an accidental, unexpected event. Amin never imagined she would have sex with her cousin.

Li'er was like a younger sister, perhaps even closer than most people's sisters, because they were both only children in their respective families. Despite the three-year age difference, Amin had been so happy to have a little sister!

Li'er slept in the same crib Amin had slept in; she played with the toys Amin had collected as a child; they had played and laughed together, and now they were engaging in forbidden sexual acts together, which filled Amin with a deep sense of guilt.

If she were discovered to have committed such a heinous crime, perhaps her father, mother, uncle, and aunt would all kick her out of the house! Li'er is the apple of both families' eye; such a crime cannot be forgiven.

There were some underwear in the washing machine. He knew the one with white lace trim belonged to Li'er. Li'er loved the panties embroidered with pink bows, and A-Ming liked that one too. As he slowly pulled it off between Li'er's trembling, fair legs, the pink bow gave him the joyful excitement of unwrapping a gift.

While rummaging through the clothes, he unexpectedly found a dark red pair of panties belonging to his aunt, with obvious yellowish-white stains.

A-Ming carefully picked them out. The openwork red checkered pattern only revealed a hint of something else. A-Ming

's heart pounded. In his imagination, wearing them would only cover her vulva and anus, with part of her pubic hair and fair groin exposed by the ribbons.

There was another pair of large, high-top white underwear. Ah Ming compared them to his aunt's, imagining how she would look wearing them, and then it dawned on him that his aunt had to choose large underwear or short, shallow ones that wouldn't cover her protruding belly during her pregnancy. High-top white underwear would inevitably be sweaty and stuffy in the summer, and when Ah Ming got close, he could smell a strong, musty odor from the underwear.

This pair of dark red underwear was so short that it only covered below the pubic bone, not even enough to cover the pubic hair above the abdomen. The entire buttocks, lower abdomen, part of the groin, and pubic hair would be exposed in the mesh pattern.

Sure enough, a few fine, soft pubic hairs were still attached to the open red mesh thread.

"The white flesh of the groin and pubic hair exposed in the dark red diamond pattern."

Ah Ming pinched those few pubic hairs, lost in thought! Inside the loose sweatpants where he wasn't wearing underwear, his huge penis swelled up.

This pair of his aunt's sexy panties made Ah Ming feel as if he had returned to his childhood, when he had sexually fantasized about his aunt. Back then, he had often gazed longingly at his aunt's beautiful body, and a casual, warm embrace was enough to make him masturbate dozens of times.

On the front of the red satin, he could only see dark, damp stains. Turning it over, he was shocked to see a patch of yellowish-white stains. Some of the darker areas were clearly where the mucus had dried and then been soaked again.

Ah Ming could no longer suppress the surging lust and evil thoughts, the desires and dreams that had lain dormant since his childhood. He grabbed the dark red piece of cloth, stuffed it between his legs, and his swollen, red penis was already waiting with mucus dripping from its urethral opening.

Amin wrapped the stained side of his penis with the satin fabric. The smooth surface quickly absorbed the fluid from the glans, which mingled with the original stain. Layers of old and new fluid rubbed together on the swollen glans, creating a sensation of intense pleasure that Amin had never experienced before.

"The warm flesh of the honey hole, like flower petals, pressed tightly against the satin, again and again... The lustful fluids flowed from deep within the honey hole, soaking the entire flower bed..."

Lewd fantasies floated in Amin's mind.

Dark red threads tightened around every muscle protrusion on his penis, binding the entire large penis. The engorged shaft groaned and swelled even more between Amin's rapidly moving fingers.

"In this small piece of cloth, exchanging bodily fluids with my aunt, merging together..."

This thought made Amin increasingly excited. He closed his eyes, letting his lewd fantasies run wild.

"My aunt's body, clad in her undergarments...beneath her noble and dignified face, lies a wet

, glistening cunt yearning for a large, thick penis..." Amin added his other hand, helping to tighten and push the red panties covering his penis, rapidly intensifying the pleasure from the satin friction and the silk binding.

"Ah..."

The swollen glans, rubbing against the silk, reached its peak of pleasure, and Amin convulsed, ejaculating streams of hot, thick semen, soaking his entire panty and flowing onto his palm.

After wiping the semen from his hands with his panties, Amin could only lean weakly against the wall, panting. He was surprised by his sudden surge of intense sexual desire, especially his longing for his aunt's naked body; the lust ignited in his youth had reignited fiercely.

"Are you done washing? The food will get cold again." Li'er's urging voice startled Amin from his lewd fantasies.

"Won't this cause pregnancy?" Amin wondered as he was about to throw his panties into the washing machine; theoretically, it seemed impossible. But if there are particularly stubborn sperm, they can attach to Aunt's or Li'er's underwear and burrow into the honey hole...

"Are you done washing?"

"Almost done."

Ah Ming hurriedly replied, put down Aunt's dark red underwear, and deliberately wrapped it in his own underwear, separating it from Li'er's.

(3) A stormy night

The wind and rain were fierce and the howling wind and rain seemed to be about to devour the whole earth. The glass windows were hit and

shook with a "crackling" sound.

On the TV, the announcer wearing rain gear stood in the wind and rain, exaggerating the expanding disaster. On the side, the subtitles displayed a long list of counties and cities that would not have to go to work or school tomorrow.

Ah Ming ate absentmindedly with Li'er by his side. In the corner of the living room, Xiu Wei had just finished talking to Jian Xiong, who had called back from Shanghai to check on the family. Now she was talking to Ah Ming's mother. The two sisters-in-law started by deciding to let Ah Ming stay here today, and then talked about many trivial household chores. Li'er on the dinner table quietly pinched Ah Ming's arm.

Amin gave Li'er a knowing smile, but his gaze kept drifting towards his aunt.

In the corner of the room, Xiuwei frowned slightly, listening intently to the voice on the other end of the phone.

Always elegant and understanding, she gracefully held the receiver, her beautiful face showing genuine concern. Her delicate lips parted slightly, revealing a hint of pearly white, before she suddenly burst into a series of melodious laughs and words.

Wearing a light yellow maternity dress, with a chubby baby's image waving and kicking printed between her chest and abdomen, Xiuwei leaned back in her chair to stretch her swollen belly, her other pale arm casually rubbing her lower abdomen, exuding a charming, mature woman's allure. This made Amin's heart pound uncontrollably.

"I really want to go and touch Auntie's belly," Amin secretly thought to himself.

Her fair body, fuller from pregnancy, reclined languidly, her large breasts rising and falling slowly with her breath through the thin maternity dress.

"She probably isn't wearing a bra," Ah Ming guessed.

Above the image of the chubby baby, nipples were clearly visible, faintly peeking through the yellow fabric.

"I wish she were my mother!" Ah Ming thought to himself.

His aunt seemed shrouded in a mysterious maternal glow, her sweet, pure, and radiant beauty breathtaking.

In reality, the two families had always cared for the child together. His aunt would often reminisce about Ah Ming's childhood; he remembered spending more time in his aunt's arms than with his own mother. His aunt always possessed a captivating fragrance, and he could always find a stronger sense of maternal love in her.

His mother had become a nagging middle-aged woman, her plump body always covered in gaudy, brightly colored clothes, and he couldn't recall ever seeing her in any sexy underwear.

Thinking of this, Amin lowered his gaze to his aunt's lower abdomen—could it be another, more alluring pair of panties?

Xiuwei shifted her body with difficulty, switching hands to hold the microphone. Her nipples were slightly swollen, and her calves, especially, were prone to soreness from supporting the extra weight. She bent down to rub her jade-like calves, and as she turned her head, she met A-Ming's burning gaze.

"This child, really!"

Xiuwei thought

to herself, looking down to see her ample breasts exposed to A-Ming's view through the loose neckline. Surprisingly, Xiuwei felt a sweet joy welling up inside her.

This child had grown up after all! The child she had pampered and loved had become a man, even more handsome than her brother had been in his youth. Xiuwei quickly looked away, avoiding that fiery gaze.

In a hazy moment, she suddenly remembered that A-Ming was wearing the same clothes Jianxiong had worn the last time they made love.

Xiuwei's heart was in turmoil; the same burning gaze, the same similar body—the image of the man overlapping in her mind blurred.

Xiuwei deliberately maintained the same posture, feeling the burning gaze searing her breasts, her nipples involuntarily swelling.

"Do you like my body? Look all you want!"

They exchanged these lewd, unspoken messages...

"I'm going to clear the dishes now." Li'er pinched A-Ming's arm hard.

"Come to my room tonight, I'll explain everything to you." As she brushed past him while clearing the table, Li'er whispered in A-Ming's ear.

"Don't do homework tonight, let's watch TV and chat together."

After tidying up the kitchen and preparing A-Ming's bed for the night, the three of them gathered back in the living room. The news confirmed that Taipei City would also be on typhoon leave tomorrow.

"It feels so cozy! I wish Dad was home too, it wouldn't be bad to have A-Ming stay over." Li'er sat contentedly between her mother and cousin, exclaiming.

"Cousin looks so strange in Dad's clothes." Li'er's words made Xiuwei's heart flutter again.

Candles and flashlights were laid out on the table in case of a power outage, and similar supplies were prepared in each room. All the doors and windows were checked and locked, and of course, there were snacks and treats that Li'er had kindly brought out.

The relentless storm raging outside the window made the three family members feel even closer together. The television screen showed swollen streams, broken bridges, landslides in the mountains, and flooding in parts of the city. Humans seemed so small in the face of nature's power, and the three pointed at the images, occasionally exclaiming in alarm.

"Luckily, my cousin is here. He's a boy, he can protect us," Li'er said sweetly, tightly holding her mother's and Ah Ming's hands. Ah Ming's warm, large hands made her feel especially safe.

They talked about the typhoon, and trivial matters at home and school. With Li'er sitting between them, Ah Ming no longer felt awkward. For some reason, Ah Ming was hesitant to meet his aunt's gaze.

Suddenly, a loud "crash" came from outside the dining room window in the courtyard, and Li'er turned pale with fright.

Aming, feeling he was the only man in the house, said, "I'll go take a look." He stopped Xiuwei, who was about to get up, and walked towards the window.

"It's nothing, the flower stand in the yard was blown down by the wind," Aming said casually as he returned.

Xiuwei's heart clenched instantly. She hoped the roses wouldn't be damaged! Hesitating whether to get up and go check, she caught a glimpse of Li'er happily welcoming Aming back to sit beside him, her small, white hand naturally resting on his lap.

The wind howled outside, and Xiuwei's heart raced.

"Could it be?" she tried to dispel the thought.

They were all children, having played together since childhood, even bathing together naked as kids! It was natural for them to be close as adults. The

way Aming had looked at her at the dinner table earlier didn't seem like a child's gaze, Xiuwei thought to herself. He must be nineteen by now, right? Time flies!

This boy is handsome; he must have had girlfriends long ago. Kids these days might not even be virgins anymore.

Thinking this, Xiuwei's cheeks flushed. She glanced down at Amin's crotch and was shocked to find a large bulge in the crotch of the thin athletic shorts next to Li'er's hand.

Xiuwei felt a surge of lustful thoughts, a warm sensation rising from deep within her.

"Mommy's belly is moving again, let me feel it." The slight movement of her belly due to the itching in her vagina caught Li'er's attention.

Li'er had always been curious about pregnancy; it must be a woman's nature! At five months pregnant, there were occasional movements inside her belly. Li'er admiringly stroked her mother's lower abdomen, listening intently to the sounds inside.

"The little brother is really moving! And there's a sound!" Li'er exclaimed excitedly.

"Ah-Ming, come listen too. Go over there."

Xiu-Wei struggled to move her body, unable to distinguish whether it was the baby in her womb or the stirring in her vagina. She only felt her body go limp. Before she could speak to stop him, Ah-Ming, blushing, had already circled around the coffee table and knelt down on her stomach.

The two siblings, head to head, crouched on Xiu-Wei's belly, ears close to their ears.

"Feel it, right here~ Did it move? It moved a little just now." Li-Er guided Ah-Ming's hand, rubbing it against his mother's belly.

Two warm hands rubbed against her belly, and whenever they moved to her lower abdomen, they triggered a surge of heat in Xiu-Wei's vagina. In just a few moments, Xiu-Wei's crotch was soaking wet.

Xiuwei desperately suppressed a moan, all her nerves focused.

In the early autumn night, amidst the wind and rain, Xiuwei felt a damp heat in her body; sweat appeared under her armpits and between her breasts, and she could smell the sweet and sour scent emanating from there.

Amin could only hear the rumbling of his own heartbeat. Being able to be close to his aunt's body again, nestled in her warm embrace like when he was a child…

He greedily inhaled his aunt's scent, Li'er's voice faintly ringing in his ears. He simply let Li'er's hands guide his exploration.

Below his lower abdomen, an even richer fragrance captivated him.

In a daze, he felt his aunt's warm hands resting on their faces, like when they were children embracing. Amin turned his face, only to find his aunt's face overflowing with desire, flushed red as if about to drip water, their fiery gazes burning into each other.

Their eyes, as if bound by invisible threads, locked on the most passionate point, a silent exchange of unspoken emotions: lust, love, and filial piety.

With a "snap," the lights went out, leaving the lingering scent of obscenity in the dark air.

"The power's out!"

Li'er jumped up and hugged her mother. A distant rumble of thunder echoed across the sky, a chilling sound in the stormy night.

Xiuwei felt her two children huddling around her.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a power outage," she murmured.

Holding her two beloved children tightly, as if embracing everything in her life during the long night, she slightly raised herself, letting the hand that had been resting on her lower abdomen move further down.

In the darkness, a warm, large hand quietly slipped between her legs, exploring her wet, moist vulva through the thin fabric…

(4) The erect penis

The power was still not restored. The wind and rain had subsided slightly. Amin blew out the candle by his bedside and tiptoed out of his room.

The faint candlelight flickered in the corridor from his aunt's and Li'er's rooms.

Amin slept in the study, the room where he usually tutored Li'er, next to his aunt's bedroom. Li'er's room was further down the corridor, next to the study.

Through the half-open door, he could vaguely hear some sounds coming from his aunt's room.

Amin hesitated, wanting several times to push open the half-open door and enter his aunt's room.

He wasn't sure what he would do once inside. The desire within him was so strong, yet so vaguely impacting Amin's restless young heart.

Perhaps what Ah Ming truly wanted was simply to lie in his aunt's warm embrace, inhale her scent, touch her soft hair; press his cheek against her kind face; and suckle her large, soft breasts; to tease her wet, moist vulva with his fingertips as before, letting her soft breaths warmly brush against his ear.

Ah Ming ultimately lacked the courage to push open that door.

Hesitantly approaching another door, before he could even reach out, a small, warm hand pulled him into the room.

The flickering yellow candlelight illuminated Xiu Wei's bloated figure in the mirror. Her pale yellow maternity dress hung loosely on her body, her hands and feet slightly swollen, and the chubby baby imprinted on her chest seemed to silently mock her wanton mother.

"You're such a slut!" Xiu Wei cursed at her haggard reflection in the mirror.

Did she really want a man that much? She actually seduced her own nephew, Ah Ming, whom she had raised since he was a baby.

In her mind's eye, her self was filled with naked lust.

Xiuwei lay back on the bed, exhausted. Deep within her, a wave of heat still lingered. She had already masturbated twice today, yet the itch in her honeyed depths remained unbearable. The spot where A-Ming's fingers had touched felt hot again.

They both tried to pretend it was an accidental touch, but the passionate breaths in her ear and the intense physical contact said it all.

Xiuwei ran her hand along her lower abdomen, tracing back every spot A-Ming had touched. With each stroke, a ripple of emotion washed over her.

His young, youthful body, with its licorice-scented flesh, the fuzz on his cheeks not yet fully transformed into a beard, his face carrying a youthful innocence, somewhere between adulthood and adolescence, his brows revealing both a touch of heroism and childishness so naturally. It

was as if she were connected to distant years, to a dream almost forgotten, to that face deeply etched in her memory, seemingly nonchalant, yet with a deeply affectionate, melancholic gaze.

It was her first love, long before A-Ming was even born.

Lost years, vanished youth, sweetly connected in a face that seemed vaguely similar, forming a beautiful dream.

"Mmm!" With a long sigh, lustful fluid gushed from her honeyed orifice, wetting Xiuwei's fingers once more.

Lier chuckled and pulled her cousin into the room.

"You're acting strange today."

She had changed into her favorite light blue nightgown, the pink lace heart-shaped collar outlining the peaks of her breasts on her fair chest, revealing a striking black mole between them. A delicate twisted gold necklace hung from her jade-like neck, adorned with a black rhombus-shaped crystal, now dangling above the mole like an exclamation mark.

"Don't play dumb! I saw you peeking at Mom all day."

Lier gently pushed her cousin's chest against the door, her bright eyes half-closed, a mischievous smile flashing across her face—the expression she always used to tease her good-natured cousin when they were young.

"You peeked at Mom's grandma, oh~ I'm going to tell Mom."

"I didn't, I just overheard them talking on the phone and accidentally saw it."

Ah Ming felt her beautiful breasts rubbing against his chest through two thin layers of clothing, the nipples seeming to harden with the friction. A sudden feeling of guilt welled up in his embarrassed heart, and he lowered his head to kiss her forehead.

Li'er rolled her eyes, smiled, and let go, stepping back; she always knew when to stop joking.

She twirled away like a butterfly, taking two or three steps back—this new nightgown hadn't been shown to Ah Ming yet, the pink hem fluttering in the warm candlelight.

"Is this new dress pretty?"

Li'er's dancing figure, in the flickering candlelight, was like another dancing flame.

Her flowing, beautiful hair playfully cascaded over her shoulders. Her face, oval like her aunt's, was adorned with a smooth forehead and large, bright eyes beneath delicate brows. Her straight nose exuded elegance and refinement, and her beautifully curved, soft lips parted slightly, tinged with a shy smile.

Like a moth drawn to a flame, Ah Ming stepped forward, embracing her burning passion. His erect penis pressed against her waist, and he found her most ardent spot on her red lips, pressing a deep kiss into them. Their lips and tongues intertwined passionately, love melting their beating hearts in the flow of saliva. A

lingering, tender kiss.

Li'er breathed heavily as she pulled away from Ah Ming's lips, her face a picture of ecstasy. She nestled comfortably against his body, burying her head in his broad chest.

"You're hard again,"

Ah Ming replied with an even tighter embrace.

"They invited you over, it's not like they necessarily want to talk to you...and you didn't even say a word to them."

"We were already talking all night in the living room."

"No way! You just sat there like a fool."

Li'er pouted, angrily pushing A-Ming away and sitting on the edge of the small bed. Suddenly, she smiled like a blooming flower, opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a small paper package, and held it up in her hand.

"Look! It's new!"

A-Ming was already used to her girlish mood swings and had always been so indulgent and loving towards her.

The two siblings sat side by side on the bed, their faces close together as they unwrapped the package, just like when Li'er was little, she would always wait for her cousin to come over before excitedly opening her new toy together.

Inside the bright and colorful packaging was a shiny red chrysanthemum condom, rolled into a chrysanthemum-colored pacifier-like circle.

The two had only done this four times before, and had discussed it before, but Ah Ming was too shy to go into a store and ask to buy one. For some reason, every store he went to had female clerks.

"I asked a classmate to buy me a whole box," Li'er said excitedly, her voice trembling.

Ah Ming fiddled with the condoms in his hand, deciding not to take the one out of his pocket. He had also asked a classmate for two, and last night he had even opened one in the bathroom to try it on.

"Take off your pants, I'll help you put it on."

Ah Ming took off all his clothes, his penis still smelling strangely fishy, the smell left from masturbating in the bathroom.

He sat naked on the edge of the bed, watching Li'er intently studying how to put a condom on his penis, and felt a strange sensation, as if he were peeping into the adult world.

Everything in his eyes became distorted, even Li'er no longer seemed familiar.

What was originally a thrilling game was now getting closer and closer to the real world.

A certain feeling in a corner of her heart had faded away—was it childhood innocence? It was the throbbing excitement she felt standing before her aunt's door. Opening another door meant bidding farewell to childhood innocence and stepping into the world of adult desire.

"Ah Ming's penis is so beautiful," Li'er murmured sincerely.

Li'er grasped the erect penis, its heat pulsating in her small, white hands as if it were alive.

Her hands trembled slightly as she covered the glans with the condom, rubbing it several times before realizing she'd put it on backwards. She removed it again, covering the egg-sized, swollen glans with the condom, the chrysanthemum-red plastic ring digging into the red groove of flesh.

"So slippery, a little tight, will it hurt?"

Li'er gripped the hot penis with both hands, forcing an unnatural, nervous smile, as she stretched the rolled-up plastic ring down the shaft until a few centimeters remained uncovered.

"It's on."

Li'er suddenly dared not look directly into Amin's eyes; his enormous penis seemed to be clad in a shimmering coat.

A strange atmosphere lingered in the small room. In that instant, it was no longer a child's physical game; to escape the punishment of the adult world, they, like other adults, obeyed certain rules.

In silence, Li'er silently stood up, her back to Amin, and unbuttoned her pajamas one button at a time.

Her bare thighs, exposed outside the pajamas, were flushed with nervous pink bumps. After removing the pajamas, her slender back and small buttocks encased in her underwear were right before Amin's eyes. She bent down, lifting her left and right legs to pull down her panties.

Only when Li'er turned around, revealing her alluring body, did Amin finally shed the guilt he felt towards his young sister.

Li'er's shy face held a seductive expression beyond her years.

In the flickering candlelight, she was as beautiful as an elf in the night.

Her large, firm breasts trembled and stood erect, her round, white belly stretching into a perfect, rounded curve at her pubic bone, a tuft of ebony-like downy hair... Li'er moved

over Ah Ming's body, slipping onto the inside of the bed. She gently stroked the back of her head, then lay down obediently on her back, her bright, watery eyes fixed on Ah Ming without blinking.

Gazing at the alluring, flawless body before him, Ah Ming's heart raced, his palms sweated, and he stammered,

"Li'er, your body is so beautiful."

Li'er didn't speak, but moved her body further in, like a silent invitation, her eyes filled with a shy, passionate love that could melt a heart.

Amin lay down next to Li'er, their bodies pressed close together on the small single bed. Amin's large penis trembled as it rested on Li'er's thighs, his hands gently caressing her delicate breasts. Their faces were close together, just like when they were little, whispering to each other on their pillows.

When his large hand moved between her thighs, Li'er smiled even more sweetly, her eyes hazy. Her tender petals quietly opened, and a surge of heat flowed out. Li'er squeezed her thighs tightly together, and couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

"Cousin..."

Amin raised his body and pressed his hard penis against her flower-like honey hole.

"Li'er, it's time to go in."

"Mmm." Li'er moved her body, waiting for the hard penis to enter.

On this stormy night in early autumn, the cousins eagerly entered the abyss of lust.

(5) The siblings' sex play

The wind howled fiercely, and with her mother's keen senses, Xiuwei woke up from her chaotic dream.

"Isn't Li'er asleep yet?" Amidst the sound of wind and rain, a young woman asked.

"Ah!"

The mother, startled, pushed open the door a crack and stood behind it, speechless with a soft gasp, her words drowned out by the intense moans of pleasure from inside.

In the dim candlelight, Ah Ming, barely a young man, and Li'er, still a girl, were immersed in a torrent of lust, their two perfect youthful bodies naked and intertwined.

"Li'er, is this alright?"

Ah Ming knelt on the bed, lifting Li'er's two snow-white thighs onto his shoulders, his large hands kneading her pointed breasts, his buttocks pounding like a tireless pile driver, thrusting his large penis into Li'er's body.

"This feels so good... Cousin, you're so amazing."

Li'er's hair was disheveled, her face filled with a blissful expression. Her pink nipples stood erect in A-Ming's hands, her whole body was covered in sweat, her little bottom wiggled incessantly, her hands gripping the sheets, tightening with each deep thrust.

"Cousin... I love you so much."

Outside the door, Xiu-Wei weakly gripped the doorknob, her eyes becoming hazy, her mind racing.

In this earth-shattering, stormy night that seemed to threaten to destroy everything, everything felt so unreal. The soft moans of Li'er before her were like a reflection of her younger self.

"Mmm... Oh..." Li'er's soft, pleasurable breaths grew increasingly indistinct amidst the howling wind.

A-Ming's sweaty back gleamed in the candlelight, his spine arching and contracting as he thrust in and out, his heavy breathing prolonging this primal action.

"Cousin... You're tired... Let me do it." Li'er tenderly wiped away A-Ming's sweat.

As Amin lifted his body, Xiuwei looked at Lier's exquisitely beautiful young body and her wet, glistening vulva, and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

"Lier has really grown up."

Lier straddled her cousin's lap, smiling sweetly as she guided his penis slowly into her vulva. At first, she frowned slightly, but as the large penis was fully swallowed, her expression transformed into a satisfied, blissful smile.

"Hoo!" Lier gasped with laughter, "Cousin's penis is so big... it's touching my stomach."

Lier arched her back, straddling her cousin's body, and began to move up and down. Her forward-leaning body and high-raised buttocks allowed Xiuwei outside the door to see the wet, slippery penis and the tender, red vulva intertwined. The glistening penis above the two testicles was particularly eye-catching, and upon closer inspection in the candlelight, it was clearly covered by a layer of wet plastic film.

"These two children!"

Xiuwei blushed slightly and lightly scolded, her tone a mix of reproach and relief. Relieved of her worries, Xiuwei looked at the erect penis churning and undulating in her daughter's vagina and exclaimed with the same admiration as her daughter.

"Aming's penis is really big."

Then, she thought tenderly, "Playing so wildly, Li'er will definitely cry out in pain tomorrow."

Outside the door, amidst her mother's worry, Li'er's body jerked violently a few times, her alluring breasts undulating like waves. With a sigh, she collapsed onto her cousin, warm, white fluid slowly flowing from her vagina, even wetting Aming's testicles.

"Cousin is so good..."

Amin didn't speak, but gently pulled Li'er down to lie on her back, his penis still inside her wet, warm vagina. He combed Li'er's long hair, gently stroked her cheeks, wiped away her sweat, and then lightly kissed her forehead.

These tender, loving gestures captivated both the mother and daughter inside and outside the door.

"What a good child," Xiuwei thought, fighting back tears. She already knew how to love.

"Let the children enjoy their youth! Why stop them?"

She dragged her weary steps back to her bedroom, her mind a jumbled mess, unable to process what had happened that night. She'd deal with it all after the storm of the night.

Amin's penis was still swollen and lodged in her vagina, the afterglow of orgasm lingering...

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