My Childhood Sweetheart Cousin (Short Story) Author: Suppressing Hobbies

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Author: Suppressing Hobbies
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"Qinglin, let me recite a poem for you. My hair just covered my forehead, I played with flowers in front of the door. My love rode a bamboo horse, playing with
green plums around the bed. We lived together in Changgan, two little ones without suspicion..." "Don't show off, this is Li Bai's 'Changgan Xing'."

"Huh? This poem isn't in textbooks, how do you know it?"

"How could I not know? The next line is: At fourteen I became your wife, my face still shy and unsmiling, I bowed my head to the dark wall,
a thousand calls went unanswered. At fifteen I finally smiled, willing to be with you in the dust and ashes..." "Qinglin, the poem about childhood sweethearts,
two little ones without suspicion , isn't that about us? So when you're fourteen, can you marry me?"
"You wish! I don't want to marry you!"

"Why?"

"You're so silly! At fourteen..." "Getting married at four years old is in ancient times; now you'd be in your twenties. And even in
ancient times, the only couples you could marry were cousins. We're cousins, so we couldn't get married." "Huh? Fourteen years old is
in ancient times? That's okay, we can get married when we're older." "Are you even listening to me? We're
cousins!..." When I slowly opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling, it took me
a long time to distinguish between dream and reality, and I murmured, "It was just a dream..." I checked the time; it
was already noon. I weakly got out of bed, washed up quickly, and while tearing open two packets of instant noodles, I recalled my
dream.

In the last century, my father and my eldest uncle came from the north to work in the south, eventually settling at
the Heshan Power Plant in Guangxi. The Heshan Power Plant covered nearly 200 hectares and had thousands of employees. Such a large power plant
naturally had its own residential area, schools for employees' children, hospitals, markets, and so on. Eventually, the two brothers
settled down there, got married, and had children. My older cousin, Xu Qinglin, was born first, and my younger cousin, Xu Jingyou, was born six months later. That younger
cousin is me.

Qinglin and I spent a happy childhood in this small place. But this happy time didn't last long. Qinglin's
parents divorced, and Qinglin went with her mother. From then on, my life lost her, and it felt like
half my soul was gone. After graduating from elementary school, I went to Liuzhou, Guangxi, for junior high. Away from my hometown and without
Qinglin's company, my grades plummeted.
Unlike , I was lucky to pass all subjects except Chinese. I barely made it to high school, and after graduation
, I didn't even go to university. Instead, I spent two years in the disastrous reserve service. After my discharge, I was nothing; I couldn't find a job and
lived off my parents for several years.

My retired mother couldn't stand my idleness anymore and told me some unexpected
news . My older cousin, Qinglin, had graduated from university and was now working at Baojun Automobile Factory in a fairly high position. She told me to come
and live with her.

After Qinglin left and I heard nothing more from her, twelve long years later, in
the summer of 2013, I suddenly heard news of her again. I never expected she was still in the same city as me; I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.
Most people don't have a true childhood sweetheart, and even if they do, everyone's situation
is different. Back in high school, I had a girlfriend, my first love.
She had a
boy Their relationship was naturally that of childhood sweethearts, and I was even jealous of him. My first
love explained to me with a smile, "If you also have a childhood sweetheart you've been
with , you'll know that although the relationship is close, it won't become lovers; at most, it's like siblings."
At that moment, I thought of Qinglin, of all the poetic and picturesque things from our childhood.
I was skeptical . If Qinglin had been with me all along, we would not only be true siblings, but we would definitely have become lovers
!

But this thought gradually faded with age, and the childhood feelings are now just memories that make me
smile . That hazy feeling was probably just curiosity and fantasy about the opposite sex. I remember we
used to play by the river, and after we stripped naked, we even studied each other's bodies... As I finished my
instant , my mom tossed me a note with a phone number on it, pulling me
back from my reverie. She told me it was Qinglin's number and that I should contact her to ask her to help me with work-related matters.

After my mom left in the afternoon, I hesitated for a long time before finally dialing the number.
After a ringtone that made me increasingly nervous, a pleasant but somewhat unfamiliar voice rang out: "Hello." "Are you Qinglin?"

"Yes, it's me. Who is this?"

"I'm Ayou, Xu Jingyou. Do you remember me?"

"Oh my god! Is it really Ayou? How could I not remember you? It's been so long!" The other person's excited
and enthusiastic tone greatly reduced my awkwardness. I smiled and said, "It really has been a long time
. Can we meet up sometime?" "Sure. Are you in Liuzhou? When are you free?"

"I'm free anytime."

"Okay, I'm off tomorrow. I'll call you then."

The next day, I was still half asleep in bed when the phone rang. Seeing that it was Qinglin calling, I
perked up and answered. I heard Qinglin's voice, which sounded lazy, as if she had just woken up as well.
She asked me to go out for lunch and asked for my address. I told her I lived in
the residential complex built by the Heshan Power Plant in Liuzhou. She told me to wait at home while she drove to pick me up.

I stayed home until noon when I received a call from Qinglin. She told me she had arrived at the east gate of the complex but wouldn't
come in, and asked me to come out to meet her.

Across the street from the east gate of my complex is a mountain, a rather deserted and not very desirable location. I
saw a Nissan 370Z parked on the side of the road where there weren't many pedestrians. The license plate was the same car Qinglin had mentioned. A tall woman in black
was leaning against the car door, looking around. When

she saw me walking towards her, she turned to look at me. As I got closer, I looked her over more closely. She was wearing a silk short dress that revealed her fair arms
and legs. The neckline was a deep V-neck, and the most eye-catching features of her chest, besides the beautiful platinum necklace
, were her deep cleavage. The fitted dress clung tightly to her body, outlining her perfect figure with a slender waist and full bust.
Her long, jade-like legs looked crystal clear without any embellishment, and paired with beautiful high heels, they showcased the charm of her legs.
Her hair was styled in a bun, revealing her delicate oval face. Combined with her refined features, she possessed a confident
beauty .

As a loser in a society where girls are more about selling themselves than getting married
, whenever I see someone dressed up, I mentally assess how much
money I'd need to buy this or that pretty girl. When I saw this beauty before me,
my first thought was: "Damn, someone this beautiful must be kept by some big boss!"

The wicked thought flashed through my mind, and I wanted to slap myself. With an awkward smile and an uncertain tone, I said,
"Sister Qinglin?" The beauty didn't answer, but gracefully approached me, wrapped her arms around my neck, buried her face in my
shoulder, and whispered, "Don't talk, let me hug you..." Under the sidelong glances of passersby, I awkwardly and gently
hugged her slender waist, inhaling her faint fragrance. After a brief hug, the beautiful woman released me and exclaimed
excitedly , "It really is you, Ayou! It's been over ten years! You've grown so much!" "Look at you, talking
like you're some kind of elder. You've changed so much, I didn't recognize you at all." "Hehe,
have you become even prettier, sister?"

"Yes, you're so beautiful I can't believe I have such a beautiful sister. I almost didn't dare to
come over ." "You've still got such a sweet tongue after all these years. Come on, let's go eat something delicious."
After not seeing each other for over a decade, we had so much to talk about. We could recount every little detail from our childhood, and
with all the stories we'd shared since we parted, it seemed we had endless topics to discuss. We had lunch, went for a drive in the afternoon, and
ate out again in the evening. Then we climbed Ma'anshan Mountain together, and while overlooking the night view of Liuzhou, we continued to chat.
It seemed that even after so many years, there was no distance between us. Qinglin didn't take me home until very late.

Time passed slowly. Qinglin and I would occasionally go out and have fun together. My mom would ask me how my
job going, and I would always vaguely say that Qinglin was helping me arrange things. In reality, I never mentioned it to Qinglin.
Being unemployed was good because I could spend time with her when she had free time. Why work when I wasn't starving?

A month passed. One night, I was drinking with some friends when Qinglin suddenly
called , telling me she was a bit drunk at a pub and asked me to pick her up. I took a taxi to
the place Qinglin mentioned. Under the dim streetlights, there were many neon signs on both sides of the street. It was a bar street, not the noisy
kind of nightclubs, but more casual bars where people drank, chatted, and enjoyed the nightlife.

Stepping into the bar Qinglin had mentioned, I heard country music playing in a language I couldn't identify.
The seating on both sides was dimly lit, with only small candles floating in water glasses on the coffee tables. The candlelight
was obscured by lampshades, creating a lighting design that allowed seated individuals to vaguely see each other,
while passersby couldn't easily make out their faces.

In the center of the bar was a small dance floor where several couples, seemingly intoxicated
, swayed slowly to the music. Beyond the dance floor was the bar counter, which, unlike the lower seating, was illuminated by a dozen spotlights, casting
beams of light on each chair.

This design was intriguing; every seat at the bar was highly visible, while those seeking a less
conspicuous spot could relax in the seats near the dance floor. Alternatively, lonely women could gravitate towards the prominent bar
counter, while couples who had found their prey could cultivate the atmosphere in the dimly lit seating area.

As I walked across the dance floor, I glanced up and saw Qinglin sitting at the bar. I sat down next to her and
deliberately used the most overused pickup line: "This lady looks familiar. Have we
met somewhere before?" "Sorry, I just want to drink by myself. I don't need anyone to buy me drinks. ...Hmm, Ayou? You're
making fun of me. How annoying." Qinglin rejected the stranger's advances right away, her tone polite and
aloof . When she turned her head and saw me, she became coquettish.

"Come on, have a few drinks with me." Without waiting for my agreement, Qinglin ordered another glass of the same drink she had.
It was amber in color, with a large ice cube floating in the glass, and under the light, the whole glass glowed with a dark golden
light.

Me: "Uh, didn't you ask me to pick you up? And now you want me to drink?" Qinglin: "Stop talking nonsense,
it's just a drink. There won't be any traffic cops on my roads from now on, it'll be fine." I carefully took a sip, and
the taste was really unique. It was a bit bitter at first, a bit sour on the tongue, a bit spicy in the throat, and a bit sweet in the aftertaste. It was a combination of sour,
sweet, bitter spicy. After one sip, the breath I exhaled even had a sweet fragrance. I didn't
recognize this kind of foreign liquor, but I guessed it wasn't cheap.

Under the light, Qinglin's fair skin was flushed, and her hair was naturally draped over her shoulders. Her slightly wavy and messy
hair had a lazy beauty. She was wearing a tight-fitting striped t-shirt with a low neckline that revealed
her fair breasts and a tempting cleavage. A shiny pendant lay on her fair breasts, as if giving one an excuse
to stare at her chest: "I'm just admiring this necklace." She was wearing denim
shorts, a sexy pair that was incredibly translucent under the light. Looking at this sexy bombshell, I don't know if it was because
I'd had too much to drink, but my emotions were running high. The image of that quiet little girl from my childhood was becoming increasingly blurred,
slowly being replaced by this sexy beauty who, since I saw her again, always wore low-cut tops. Like that slut Liu Yan,
every outfit had to accentuate her curves, and that wasn't all; no one could stop them from showing off their cleavage.

I wondered, if Qinglin often dressed so sexily and got drunk alone in a bar,
had she never gotten into trouble?

Soon, I finished my drink. Ignoring my pleas, Qinglin asked the bartender for another. Annoyed, I downed mine in one
gulp , then roughly snatched her glass and took another big gulp, saying unequivocally, "Alright, let's go!" Qinglin
smiled, took out her credit card to pay, and left the bar with my help.

Reaching Qinglin's car, I took the car keys from her purse. Without my support, Qinglin almost fell
to the ground. I quickly grabbed her, and in my haste, I felt my right hand grasp a large, soft mass—too big
to !

The feel of this... is indescribable! And it seems like she's not wearing a bra? I heard Qinglin let out a soft moan that went straight to
my bones . I quickly took my hand away, helped her up, opened the car door, and helped her sit in the passenger seat.
Then I got in the car and drove towards the outskirts of Liudong City.

A few minutes later, Qinglin said, "Why are you driving so slowly?" I glanced at the speedometer; the needle was
around 25, with "mpg" written below it, which translates to about 40 km/h. I said
irritably , "It's not fast, but don't forget I've been drinking!" Qinglin said, "You're being very careful.
Do you have a lot of experience driving under the influence?" I replied, "No, if I were you, I'd say less and let me
concentrate ." Qinglin straightened her posture and said in a slightly drunken, almost coquettish tone, "It's so boring. Let's play some music." I
turned on the car CD player, but found it empty. I looked around the sun visor and couldn't find it, so I
turned off CD player and turned on the radio. The midnight traffic station was playing a bunch of commercials when suddenly a solemn male voice
said, "Phimosis and paraphimosis not only affect normal sexual life for couples but can also cause various urological diseases.
The urology department of 158 Hospital is a professional..." My hand trembled, and I quickly turned off the radio. The car fell silent again;
no one spoke. The car was indeed a bit stuffy at this point. It was hot, so we had to close the windows and turn on the air conditioning. There
was . Qinglin sat beside me, her breathing seemingly right next to my ear. Her breath
carried the scent of wine and the fragrance of a young woman—it smelled wonderful.

The car entered the road to Luorong. This road leading to the suburbs was deserted at night. I slightly
accelerated , opened the window, and a cool breeze blew in, but my face began
to burn. That hazy, alluring scent lingered. My hands on the steering wheel felt a little greasy, and I involuntarily recalled
the feeling of holding Qinglin's breast earlier. I turned to look at her and suddenly noticed a
protrusion clinging tightly to her t-shirt. It seemed I had accidentally rubbed off her nipple cover. Now
, with the cold air from the air conditioning, her nipple had hardened. But what was most alarming was that Qinglin was currently touching this
breast , her thumb and forefinger gently kneading the erect nipple.

I dared not look again, quickly turning my head to focus on the road while secretly thinking how close I
had come to disaster. I had unknowingly drifted into the left lane; if a car had come from the opposite direction, it would have been a head-on collision! Driving in the back is truly dangerous
! Especially with such a stunning beauty sitting next to me.

I finally realized I was out of control, slowing down to a crawl, barely faster than a bicycle. Despite the slow pace,
I eventually reached my destination, a villa district on the outskirts of the city. Actually, calling it a villa district was a
stretch; from a distance it looked somewhat like one, but up close it was a completely different story—just rows of small, rather crudely built houses.
During the time I'd spent with Qinglin, she had told me that she considered one of Baojun's shareholders her godfather, and this
house was where that man kept his mistress. When Qinglin told me this herself, I was both amused and exasperated
. I had actually guessed right when I first saw her after so many years.

"Thank you for taking me home," Qinglin said, then got out of the car, carrying her handbag. She hadn't taken her car
keys back. I locked the car and caught up with her, finding her waiting for me at the door. I handed her the keys, but she
didn't take them; she just turned and opened the door.

Once inside, Qinglin's bag slipped from her hand and fell to the floor. As she walked into the house, her shoes casually fell off
onto the rug by the door, looking relaxed and carefree. She turned in the living room, her fair face flushed with a captivating
blush , and asked with a flirtatious smile, "Good little brother, what would you like to drink?" I felt a little breathless and
placed the car keys on the shoe cabinet beside me, saying, "Uh, since you're safely home, I'll go back now. Goodnight."
Just as I turned to open the door, Qinglin said behind me, "How are you going to get home in the middle of nowhere this late at night? Why
don't you just stay here for the night?" I said, "Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"

Qinglin walked over, leaned against the wall, and sneered, "Don't you always call yourself a chivalrous man? You even boasted that
your dad taught you that set of boxing techniques since you were little..." " Big brother, you just joined the army and you've already taken down all
the veterans who dared to challenge you. I think you're the one who should be bragging to them. I've certainly witnessed the courage of a true man of the underworld."
These
words inexplicably enraged me. I whirled around and pinned her against the wall. Her back pressed against the wall, her body so supple it seemed boneless. I lowered my head and said, each word distinct, "Want to play with fire? You think I wouldn't dare?" The words had barely
left my lips when I heard a tearing sound. Qinglin's t-shirt ripped from the neckline down, revealing a pair of
barely concealed, full breasts that shone brightly under the light, their rosy areolas trembling unabashedly in the air.

Then I grabbed the hem of her shorts and yanked hard. Buttons flew off, zippers tore, and her denim shorts
fell to her ankles. In just a few seconds, Qinglin's clothes were reduced to shreds, and she lay naked in my
arms .

Qinglin gasped, hooking one arm around my neck and pushing against my chest with the other as if
trying to pull me away, but actually attempting to unbutton my shirt. I grabbed her arms, twisting her
hands behind her back, then gripped her wrists tightly with my right hand while unbuttoning my own
clothes with my other.

This position rendered Qinglin immobile; she could only arch her shoulders back, puff out her chest, and tilt her head back to look at me,
her red lips slightly parted, panting softly as if waiting. I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my muscular chest, and quietly
gazed at the almost naked beauty before me.

Qinglin and I both have fathers from the North. Unlike Southerners, who are generally shorter, Northerners inherited
her father's height genes, standing at a remarkable 170cm. In the South, this height makes it difficult to find a suitable
boyfriend ; once she wears high heels, she's taller than most men. Only a 185cm tall man like myself
can look down at her, admiring her tall figure, firm breasts, slender waist, shapely long
legs, delicate face, and alluring red lips… I lowered my head and kissed her, our moist lips and tongues intertwining with the scent of wine
. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, still twisting her arms, our chests pressed tightly
together .

Feeling the heat of our bodies, Qinglin, lost in the passionate kiss, couldn't speak, her expression dazed. My rough
advances completely melted her in my arms, our rapid breaths creating a strange groan.

My hands suddenly slid down, grasping her snow-white buttocks and lifting her body. My lips, barely
freed from a passionate kiss, were immediately submerged in the heaving waves of her breasts.

Her snow-white breasts were as soft as jelly. I roughly bit at her gradually hardening nipples, sucking on them with every ounce of
strength I had, a hoarse growl escaping my throat, as if...
A reckless beast. Qinglin's hands were finally freed, and she held my head to her chest, her legs
wrapping .

I held Qinglin in my hands, like embracing a snow-white cloud, and strode towards the living room, placing her on
the edge of the dining table. I quickly pulled off my pants and spread her legs. Qinglin was only wearing these
stockings . I parted her legs, and through the almost transparent black stockings, I could clearly see her labia majora
, slightly protruding like steamed buns, with a delicate slit in the middle. Her mons pubis was completely hairless—
a perfect white tiger's den!

"No bra and no panties!" I said viciously. "And you went to a nightclub and got drunk.
Are trying to get raped?" "No... um... no..."

Before Qinglin could speak, I licked her mysterious private parts hard through the thin stockings with my tongue, my tongue sliding
vigorously over them. Soon, the stockings were soaked with a mixture of saliva and vaginal fluid. I couldn't wait any longer and
ripped the stockings open, tearing a large hole at her crotch. The stockings, clinging tightly to her flesh, looked even more powerful with the large hole
. I then buried my head in Qinglin's sacred place, my tongue parting the slit and probing inside, stirring her
breaths even more violently.

I used my thumb to separate Qinglin's labia, revealing the tender flesh inside. At the ∧-shaped
junction , a ring of spongy tissue surrounded a clitoris. This clitoris was actually the size of a peanut,
delicately hidden within the inverted triangular clitoral hood, half-exposed.

I extended my tongue and began to tease this large clitoris with the tip of my tongue, making Qinglin's voice tremble softly: "Eee-ah
...don't lick there, it's numb." Hearing this voice, so plaintive and delicate, like the warbling of a nightingale, it was
utterly intoxicating. I pried open her vulva with my two thumbs, revealing her entire clitoris. I gently bit down on the
large fleshy bud with my teeth, teasing it with my tongue. Qinglin trembled violently, her body instinctively trying to pull back, but
with my teeth holding her clitoris, she dared not move. Lost in a vortex of resistance and pleasure, Qinglin was almost going crazy,
moaning incessantly. Finally, her vaginal fluid gushed out like a fountain, spraying all over my face, having actually stimulated her clitoris.

Qinglin collapsed onto the dining table, her eyes half-closed, panting as if she were murmuring something in her sleep. I lifted her
up, my arm around her slender waist. Her boneless body seemed to collapse into my arms without support, whether from exhaustion or intoxication, I couldn't tell
.

I pulled out my already rock-hard penis, the glans secreting some fluid.
I easily inserted the head into her wet, tender opening, then tightly embraced her waist and back, pressing her large breasts against
my chest, lifting her snowy buttocks off the table. I then slightly loosened my grip, and in an instant, our bodies
pressed tightly together from top to bottom.

In that moment of invasion and penetration, I felt Qinglin's soft body suddenly tense, trembling and almost
spasming. The layers of tightness in her lower body, when I broke through everything and reached the deepest point, I felt
that Qinglin's body, her heart, and even the ethical barriers of blood ties between siblings had all been pierced by my thrust.
Gradually, my consciousness blurred, my mind went blank, and instinct drove me to maintain the most brutal aggressive movements.
The scene resembled assault, yet Qinglin's hands gripped my shoulders and back tightly, uttering soul-stirring
sounds, her legs also tightly wrapped around me, welcoming my attack.

In retrospect, Qinglin recalled that moment as if her soul had been ripped from her body, a feeling of
falling from the clouds to hell, and then being thrown back to the clouds. Perhaps this was the true, unbridled indulgence she craved—a real
woman, a pure woman, unrelated to any status or bloodline, needing no grievances or repression,
releasing herself in the way she most desired.

After the alcohol numbed and stimulated her, she stretched out her body, accepting my unrestrained advances. I was so strong and powerful,
each thrust so deep, each withdrawal so indifferent. She was like
a fish stranded on the beach, my attacks like waves, yearning for each impact, even if it was
brutal and wild. Without it, it seemed she would suffocate the next moment. The suffocating pleasure of this advance and retreat
was so unfamiliar to her, someone who frequently slept with men. She
never knew it could be so craved and intense. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever imagined, crashing over her like a raging storm. She felt herself floating
, lifted off the table, like Rose on the bow of the Titanic, arms outstretched in Jack's arms,
like a painting unfolding before being pressed back onto the sofa… She was indeed drunk, but the alcohol evaporated endlessly
with her breath and sweat. She seemed to have awakened, yet was submerged in the raging storm,
unable to think, and there was no need to think. Perhaps she wasn't awake, or perhaps she was drunk again. She felt she
was about to die, so she struggled with all her might, finally uttering only a weak, groaning
cry: "Oh God!…I'm going to die!…Ayou!" She called my name, I remember it
clearly .

My feeling was strange, as if our bodies resonated with each other. Who was seducing whom? Was Qinglin seducing
me? If that's the case, why did she ignite this unprecedented impulse in me?
The unbridled passion that erupted within me—perhaps a conquest, perhaps a thrill, perhaps a regret. Regret over what? "

My hair first covered my forehead, I played with flowers in front of the door. My love rode a bamboo horse, circling the bed, playing with green plums. We lived together in Changgan, two little ones without
suspicion..." Where is that charming, easily-crying Qinglin from back then? Where is that
Qinglin who watched me cautiously climb the tall tree, then smiled sweetly when I picked ripe fruit and handed it to her
? Where is that Qinglin who accompanied me after school, exploring unfamiliar places, and then persuaded me to go home together
? Where is that Qinglin who, though saying she couldn't marry me when we grew up, promised to be with me forever
?

A kind of unspeakable repression choked my heart, unable to be released. Perhaps I wanted to prove something? To salvage something? To make amends for
something ? Or to take something away?

From the dining table to the sofa, from the first floor to the second floor, from the living room to the small hall, from the small hall to the bedroom, finally
I threw the exhausted Qinglin onto the soft bed and pounced on her myself… The next day, a wave of heat forced
me to open my eyes, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, somewhat confused. The stuffy air made me
sweat slightly, but at the same time, something cold was lying on top of me. I turned my head and saw delicate skin…
Qinglin, whose skin was as white and smooth as snow, was holding me by the waist with one arm, her jade-like leg draped over my lower abdomen,
her fluffy hair resting on my arm, her soft body pressed against mine, cool and smooth, very
comfortable.

I was startled, the scenes from last night flashing through my mind, frightening me so much that I tried to struggle to get up. My
small movements woke Qinglin, who woke up groggily, her brow furrowing. The passion of last night still lingered in her,
the afterglow of her orgasm, and even the slightest movement of her body caused a weakness in her lower body, making her feel itchy all over. She clung
to , softly saying, "Stop it, you were so crazy last night, I'm exhausted, let me hold you and sleep a little longer..."
After saying that, she closed her eyes, and soft snoring filled the air; she had actually fallen asleep again. I was speechless for a moment, looking at
the sky outside, guessing it was already noon, and assuming she had probably already woken up and knew what had happened.
Since she could accept it, why should I, a grown man, worry so much? So I held her and fell asleep again.

When I woke up, Qinglin was gone; she must have gone to work. I looked around and found my clothes neatly
folded beside the bed. I remembered taking off my clothes in the lobby on the first floor yesterday, so Qinglin must have folded them and put them here for me
. The room was a mess; half the sheets were on the floor, the curtains were half pulled down, and
things were scattered everywhere. It seemed Qinglin hadn't had time to tidy up before going to work, but she had thoughtfully folded my clothes
so I could wear them as soon as I woke up.

The effects of last night's alcohol were still quite strong, and even after sleeping all day, my head was still a little dizzy. However, I knew
what I had done, and feelings of regret and remorse washed over me. I fled the house and went home.

The next few days were filled with hardship and anxiety, but the beautiful scenes of that night were so wonderful
that I would feel depressed and then giggle like an idiot while staying at home. My mother shook her head and exclaimed, "This child is hopeless."

But not many days later, Qinglin called again, asking me to go shopping with her early in the morning. When I saw her,
she was still as radiant as ever, her arms, legs, and cleavage all exposed, a confident smile on her face. The last time I saw Qinglin at
the bar , she seemed to be troubled by work or life, drowning her sorrows in alcohol and indulging in a night of revelry. But this time
, she seemed to be in high spirits, wandering around all morning. My load grew heavier and heavier, and by lunchtime,
my arms and neck were laden with things, a testament to Qinglin's high spirits.

At lunch, I brought up what happened that night, but unexpectedly, Qinglin comforted me, saying that we were both
adults with sexual needs, and there was no need to feel guilty. Blood ties weren't a big deal; after all, she
wouldn't have my child, so there wouldn't be any real consequences. At most, if things were exposed, I'd
be condemned by society based on morality and ethics. She, a weak woman, didn't care; why should I, a grown man, care? Finally, she said something
decisive: "You wanted to marry me when we were kids, and now that you're all grown up, you've finally slept with me. You
should be happy." I don't know if I genuinely agreed with Qinglin's twisted logic, or if I was truly infatuated with her body,
but I was easily won over. My illicit relationship with this cousin officially began from there.

I brought up work with her, and she agreed to look into it for me. It wasn't difficult, and I soon started
working at their company. The company was located in the Liudong New Area Industrial Development Zone, which is basically the suburbs, surrounded by
factories and rural areas, sparsely populated. Qinglin arranged a very easy job for me at the factory, mainly
arranging new cars in the factory area, driving back and forth all day. This job wasn't actually easy, but someone had put in a good word for
me , so I was just there to coast along; whether I actually went to work or not didn't matter, and I didn't even need to clock in.

A management committee was established in Liudong New Area, and the committee built an apartment complex where nearby businesses and
individuals could rent apartments. Qinglin helped me rent an apartment here, a two-bedroom, one-living room unit of about 50
square meters . Although Baojun has his own staff dormitory, it was clear that I didn't want to live there, and Qinglin didn't want me

to either. One night, the darkness was deep. There were no streetlights in the neighborhood, and not a soul was in sight.
After midnight, apart from a terribly run internet cafe and a late-night snack shop that were still open, the entire neighborhood was silent
and dark .

A convertible sports car drove into the neighborhood, and I recognized the engine sound as Qinglin's 370 rpm. When I
heard the sound of a key being inserted into the door, I opened it, pulled the person outside into the house, pressed her against
the wall , and began kissing her passionately. One hand skillfully climbed up her breasts, enjoying the soft, elastic
feel of her jelly-like flesh. Until the motion-activated lights outside went out, and darkness returned, only the man's heavy breathing and
the woman's moans could be heard outside the building.

Qinglin: "Ugh, you didn't even turn on the light. Hurry up and close the door." Me: "Isn't that more exciting for our tryst?
Hehe."

I casually closed the door, carried Qinglin back to the bedroom, and threw her onto the bed. This dormitory, our love nest,
was carefully decorated. At least this big bed was expensive. Two bedside lamps were on, the light shining through the lampshades,
not glaring but enough to illuminate the entire bedroom.

Qinglin was wearing a black lace see-through plus-size nightgown. The two inverted triangle pieces of fabric at the chest barely covered her high
breasts. Below her chest was a sheer, open-crotch see-through silk skirt, and on her lower body, she wore black lace suspender stockings.
A circle of lace trim was tied around her waist, and two straps connected to the thighs of the stockings, which were very seductive. The most deadly thing was that
these stockings were not the kind that could be pulled up to the waist like pants. The stockings only reached
below , and she wasn't wearing anything under the lace trim at the waist, revealing her mysterious, tightly closed private parts.

I gave her a strange look and said, "I heard you get in shortly after the car stopped. You probably didn't have time
to change . Did you come dressed like this?" Qinglin retorted, "You rascal, I dressed up for you! If you
don't want to see, plenty of others do! I have plenty of fuck buddies, I don't care about you! Humph!" With that, Qinglin tried
to get out of bed. Seeing this, I realized she was really getting aroused. Was it her ovulation day? It's said that women
have their libido is high and their temper is bad. Considering she drove her convertible all the way here,
it must have been a 5-kilometer drive from her little house to here. Although thieves are rampant at night and cables have been stolen, causing most streetlights to be out, the fact that she
dared to go like this shows how horny she is. It looks like I'll have to satisfy her tonight.

I leaped on top of her, pinning Qinglin, who was about to get up, beneath me. I initially wanted to say something sweet to coax her, but then
I realized Qinglin probably wanted me to be even rougher, so I said, "Oh? You have plenty of men, huh? Believe it or not..."
"I'll get you pregnant tonight, let's see how you seduce men with that big belly." As soon as I finished speaking, an image of Qinglin, heavily pregnant and wearing the sexy lingerie she was wearing, flashed through
my mind ,
instantly igniting my lust. Qinglin smiled contemptuously and said, "Let me tell you, although I've been taking medication, these
few days are my fertile window. If you're so capable, get me pregnant unexpectedly. If you have that ability, I dare to give birth!" I
roared, "Damn it! You said it!" With that, I slightly pulled aside the meager triangular
fabric , revealing her large, erect breasts, and pounced on them, violating them fiercely.

Qinglin cried out, "Ouch—stop licking, it's numb! Suck harder, love me hard—" Under my
skillful assault, Qinglin's nipples gradually hardened. On her areolas, about the size of a coin, the two erect nipples were
about the length of a little finger, easy to suck. I nibbled and bit at her nipples; her soft breasts
could be kneaded into all sorts of shapes without much effort. They were big and firm, yet as soft as water, not like they'd
been augmented.

Qinglin's lower body was already overflowing with lustful fluids, flowing from her vulva. Just as I was admiring the beautiful sight before me,
Qinglin noticed that I hadn't even taken off her clothes. She impatiently climbed up, ripped off my underwear, and with one slender hand
grasped my half-erect penis, which was still pointing to the right (it bends to the right when I'm not erect),
and began sucking on it. With her other hand, she played with my drooping testicles, making them sway back and forth.

Qinglin sucked intensely, and the "sizzling" sound from her saliva-filled mouth was like sucking on a
melting popsicle. My penis quickly went from "right face" to "attention,"
standing tall and proud like a military parade. Qinglin was overjoyed; her hand, which had been holding my penis, began to stroke it up and down. Her soft tongue
entwined around the hot glans, a sensation both pleasurable and deadly.

I quickly gave up, saying, "Sis, stop! You'll ejaculate if you keep going, what a waste!"
Qinglin: "It's okay, I'll drink it."

Me: "I've been storing it up for so long, this first time is going to be a burst of semen inside you! I'll definitely get you
pregnant !" Thinking of the amount of semen stored in my large, drooping testicles, Qinglin excitedly pounced on me on the bed,
grasped my wet penis, aligned her tender vagina with the glans, and sat down. A slit of flesh, dripping with love juice, was stretched open,
and then the half-foot-long penis was swallowed whole.

Qinglin closed her eyes, licked her lips, and looked completely ecstatic. She placed her hands on my stomach and began to
sway her hips. I reached out and grasped her breasts, gently kneading them while flicking her erect nipples with
my fingers . Qinglin placed her hands behind her back on my thighs, making her breasts even more
prominent, and let out ecstatic moans that were very pleasing to a man.

However, lying down, my arms quickly tired, so I could only lower them to support Qinglin's slender waist
. She swayed her waist and buttocks back and forth like a water snake, making my penis churn inside her tender opening,
producing a "sizzling" sound. Not satisfied with just one twist, Qinglin leaned forward slightly,
placing my slightly chubby stomach, her legs forming an M-shape on the bed, then slightly stood up, letting her tender
opening release my penis, leaving only the glans inside, before sitting back down. The soft Simmons mattress was incredibly elastic; each time
she sat down, it bounced back under her weight, allowing her to sit without much effort. The sound of their bodies merging changed from a "sizzling" to
a crisp "slapping" sound.

I had Qinglin turn around so her back was facing me, watching as her tender vulva swallowed my penis again. From this angle, I couldn't see
the ∧-shaped folds above her vagina. The junction between my penis and her vulva was tightly closed, the thick penis stretching her
vulva into a ring shape. Qinglin relaxed her lower body as much as possible to accommodate the large penis, allowing her delicate flower to open
a dark, mysterious opening.

I noticed that Qinglin's back, which was originally fair, had become somewhat
tanned There was a thin white mark on her back, the mark of her bra strap. Usually,
there's a noticeable color difference between the body and arms, but the color difference on Qinglin's skin was only from this bra strap, indicating that she usually
only wore one bra. Her snow-white, pert buttocks didn't have a noticeable color difference from her thighs, probably because she often wore
stockings.

"So this is the kind of taste her godfather, who likes 'god-daughters'." The thought of that
"godfather," who could enjoy this beauty so often, even anytime, ignited a nameless fire within me. My hips
thrust , causing her to moan softly.

I gripped Qinglin's full, snowy buttocks tightly, finding them surprisingly soft and
succulent . I pinched her buttocks and pulled outwards with my thumbs, revealing her delicate chrysanthemum
, which blossomed open, exposing a mysterious opening. I couldn't resist inserting a finger to explore, and it slid in smoothly.

Qinglin cried out, "Eek—not there…ah…no…" I inserted
two index fingers into her anus, gently prying it open, creating an opening large enough to fit a pen.
A beauty like Qinglin, every man who gets her wants to explore all sorts of pleasures with her.
I wasn't surprised that her anus had been deflowered, but it still felt a little uncomfortable. I said, "Your anus looks so loose,
has been used before? Who deflowered you?" Qinglin: "Ah ha... The night we first slept together, I
met him at the bar I was at. A guy who hit on me deflowered me. My sugar daddy also likes to play with my
anus ." I increased the force of my thrusts and asked in a hostile tone, "You
slept with a stranger who hit on you?" Qinglin had her back to me, so I couldn't see her expression, but her tone was clearly provocative. She said, "
That man was handsome and mature. I slept with him for two months." "If he hadn't wanted to marry me later, I wouldn't
have been willing to break up with him. I just like mature men, like my godfather." I roared, "Can they
be as good as me?"

Qinglin laughed as she responded to the thrusts of my penis, "You? You're just a little kid, at best my
plaything." I, who had been lying down, suddenly stood up and pushed Qinglin, who was sitting on me with her back to me, onto the bed,
making her kneel. I grabbed her slender waist and thrust violently into her from behind, angrily saying, "Who's whose
plaything is still up in the air! Tonight I'll fuck you to death! I'll fuck you until you're pregnant!" Qinglin moaned, "Ah...so intense
...that's it...ah...harder!..." I straightened my upper body, thrusting my hips and abdomen, my penis quickly...
I thrust forcefully into Qinglin's tender, wet vagina, the hard, thick edge of my glans
scraping powerfully against the smooth inner walls, while Qinglin's tight, tender vagina contracted and enveloped my penis.

Me: "Damn, this vagina sucks so well, it feels so good..."

Qinglin: "You're the best... Ah... Harder... So deep... You're really fucking me to death..."
Qinglin's moans were passionate, her voice soft and plaintive, evoking immense tenderness in men, but also
stirring a primal desire in another type of man—a ruthless, destructive
pleasure in destroying something beautiful! I belonged to the latter, at least at this moment. Qinglin's seductive moans, culminating in
a tearful pleas for mercy, gave me the greatest sense of conquest and satisfaction. I gripped Qinglin's slender waist tightly with both hands,
my hips tensing, thrusting deeply and withdrawing shallowly. My thighs slammed powerfully against Qinglin
's snow-white, round buttocks, my large, drooping scrotum slapping against her mons pubis with a "slap...slap...slap" sound
, almost as loud as the firing of a submachine gun.

Qinglin, tormented by this passion, paled, the trembling deep within her tender orifice rising in waves. She felt as if all her
strength had been drained, collapsing weakly onto the bed, letting me lift her buttocks high and vent my lust
. After what seemed like an eternity, a powerful wave of heat erupted from deep within Qinglin's lower abdomen. I felt
hot, sticky fluid, as if from the inner walls of her cervix, gushing from her core, scalding my swollen glans. I heard Qinglin let out a groan,
almost painful, which nearly made me lose control.

I pulled out my penis, turned Qinglin over so she was lying flat, her eyes filled with resentment, and she said softly, "You bad
boy, you're so mean! I was about to come, why did you stop?" I lifted my penis and re-entered her already very
hot and wet cavity, intertwining our fingers tightly, and whispered, "When I ejaculate, I want to look at your face."
After saying that, we kissed passionately for a while, reigniting her desire as she approached orgasm. As I thrust wildly, she
clung to me tightly, tilting her head back and crying out, "Oh my god! My heart is going to stop... I'm going to cum! Husband... I love you..."
Another gushing of vaginal fluid, filled with all her passion, gushed out. I felt my scrotum contracting in waves, as if it were commanding troops. My
penis trembled in the hot, sticky, and constantly spasming cavity, and finally, the gate of ejaculation opened wide, my penis penetrating to the deepest point, and
a torrent of fluid gushed out angrily, slamming hard into the depths of her flower core. After two powerful ejaculations,
my penis continued to tremble, slowly expelling the remaining semen. Once all the semen was released, I withdrew my semi-erect
penis. A thin thread of semen still clung to her tender vagina. Clumps of viscous semen were squeezed out of her vagina,
flowing through her slightly open anus, while most remained on the sheets, forming a small pool of semen.

I held my penis above Qinglin's head. Qinglin opened her cherry-like breasts, and I grasped the base of my penis
, squeezing towards the glans. The remaining semen in the urethra was forced out and fell into Qinglin's mouth. She gently sucked away the last
drop of , closing her eyes contentedly, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm.

"You ejaculated so much! What if I really get pregnant?" Qinglin worriedly asked.

Me: "You said it yourself, just give birth. By the way, you just called me 'husband,' say it again."
Qinglin: "Hehe, I wasn't calling you."

This answer left me feeling uneasy. I suddenly remembered my first love. She once said that childhood sweethearts would
never become lovers. Although it was an overstatement, it wasn't entirely without reason. Just like I knew she
gave her virginity to her childhood sweetheart, and we maintained a sexual relationship while we were dating, but her
boyfriend was still me.

As my thoughts drifted elsewhere, Qinglin closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering gently, and
she fell asleep peacefully. I stared at her beautiful face for a while, then helped her take off her high heels, turned off
the light, and lay down to sleep.

Later that night, I got up to use the bathroom and came back to find Qinglin sleeping elegantly and alluringly. She was still wearing her sexy lingerie,
though it was a little messy, and her rosy nipples were peeking out playfully. My desire was
reignited, and I kissed her lips as she slept, kneading her breasts.

Awakened, Qinglin groggily asked, "What's up?"

I replied, "You're so beautiful, I want to do it again."

Qinglin stammered, "Ugh... mmm..."

Without giving her a chance to refuse, I forcefully kissed her, my tongue aggressively plunging into her mouth. The lingering stench of my semen in her mouth
was I couldn't help but be moved that she could
swallow such a thing with such an intoxicated expression, fueling my lust even more... Life is monotonous and unproductive; time always flies by, and
before I knew it, it was 2014. In reality, I didn't have many opportunities to make love with Qinglin; the shortest interval was
a week, and sometimes I wouldn't touch her even once a month. Although I've had other women in the past six months—
I won't go into details here—Qinglin and I have maintained this...sexual relationship.

Actually, I always thought that besides blood ties and lust, there was something more between Qinglin and me, though it didn't reach the level of a romantic relationship, until I learned this year during Qingming Festival that she had just gotten married
to another man . 　　In fact, it happened shortly before I was writing this article during Qingming. During the holiday, Qinglin told me she wanted to go back to Heshan to see her father, and since I had nothing else to do, I went with her. 　　Qinglin's father, my uncle, had already remarried in Heshan. During my uncle said something that struck me like a bolt from the blue. He said it to Qinglin: "Linlin, didn't you say you just got your marriage certificate? Why didn't you bring your husband back?" Qinglin replied, "We didn't have a wedding banquet . He went back to his hometown for Qingming Festival. I only had a few days off, so I couldn't wait for him to come back and bring him to see you." I don't remember what they said after that, or what the food tasted like. I numbly responded to what others said to me and spent the day in a daze. 　　Heshan is a godforsaken place, and we don't have any graves to sweep. If we were to do Qingming Festival, our hometown should be in the north, but my father has never been back since I was born... But I digress. Anyway , after lunch the next day, Qinglin and I drove away from Heshan in her car. 　　Driving through the desolate countryside, thinking about how Qinglin had gotten married without me even realizing it, I suddenly pulled over. Qinglin looked at me suspiciously and asked what I was doing. I lowered my head and thought for a long time before finally managing to say something.

"You got married? When did that happen?" Qinglin: "Not long ago, we got our marriage certificate last week.
Judging from your expression, it seems you're not happy that your older sister got married?" Me: "I'm not really happy, I
don't know why, don't mind me... Um, could you tell me which guy is so lucky to marry
such a beauty like my sister?" Qinglin gently stroked my face with her delicate hand and chuckled, "You
seem quite upset. My dear brother, although I love you, I can't marry you after all. I'll eventually get married
. The reason I didn't tell you was because I was afraid you'd be unhappy." I looked at Qinglin and noticed
that her demeanor had changed. Her thin long-sleeved sweater was very stylish, and her casual trousers matched the color perfectly.
She had lost the sexy, elfin vibe of last summer and gained a more mature and intellectual air.

After returning to Liuzhou that day, the fatigue from the day didn't extinguish the passion that had been ignited. That night, Qinglin was very
gentle and reserved, and I was very engaged. As we rolled around in bed, we both seemed to be carrying something inexplicable,
like a kind of closure.

In our quiet conversation after the passion subsided, Qinglin answered my questions. Her previous sugar daddy had lost
interest ; simply put, he was tired of her and gave her a "breakup fee" before sending her away. Her current husband
was a classmate and boyfriend from university. He was honest, a bit dull and not
very romantic, but a reliable man who could build a stable life. Qinglin loved him very much.

The next day, when Qinglin left, she said to me, "I'm stopping my medication. Last night was the most wonderful night we've ever had,
and it's the last." I asked, "Can't I contact you anymore?"

Qinglin replied, "You're like a younger brother to me. Of course, you can contact me, but no sleeping together. I'm past
my prime I can't guarantee I won't cheat after marriage, but I'll only have children with my husband. So, until my husband
wants children and I become a mother, I will never sleep with anyone else." The story ends here
. We haven't been in contact since Qinglin left that day. I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote
this article, nor do I know what my mindset was when I posted it online.
I won't
change the place names or her name . What if her husband finds this article online someday? Even if he's unaware, will she or his friends and family see it? Will I ruin her
family? Maybe I'm overthinking it; not many people will read my article, and the probability of it causing serious consequences
is too low.

I wrote this article in one go, for 20 hours straight! I guess my eyes are bloodshot.

I'm using words to vent my anger and bring an end to this unforgivable incestuous relationship between siblings!

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