[The Woman I Share a Room With] (Childhood Affair)

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[The Woman Who Shared a Room with Me] (Childhood Anecdotes)
My cousin
Juan came to my house when I was about three years old. She was the daughter of a distant relative. After her mother passed away, she
came to Macau from mainland China to live with her father, but was not well-received by her stepmother. Her father could only afford a little food and tried to find relatives
to take her in, but Macau's economy wasn't good at that time, and finding a place to live was a huge problem. He searched for a long time but
couldn't find anyone. Finally, my mother saw how pitiful she was, often being beaten and scolded by her stepmother, so she temporarily took her in
. Unexpectedly, she stayed for ten years, and after leaving, she moved back a few years later.
She was about thirteen when she first arrived. Apart from her father visiting a few times and leaving her living expenses, he
never came again. I heard that her stepmother was very fierce, and after finding out, she made a huge scene and later immigrated to South America.
My mother didn't care about the small amount of money she received and even paid for her to attend night school.
When she came, I didn't have much of an impression of her. Firstly, I was too young and didn't understand matters between men and women; secondly,
she hadn't developed yet. I only noticed that she was dark-skinned, thin, and dressed rather plainly .
She went to school after dinner at my house, and spent the rest of her time taking care of me. We slept in the same bed at night.
During the day, usually no one was home, and when she was with me, she was afraid I would wander off on my own, so no matter what she did—bathing, changing
clothes—she always put me in front of her. Perhaps because I was still young, she didn't avoid my gaze at her body at all
. This continued until I was six or seven years old, and I could clearly see her body. Later
, as I grew older, because we still slept together, she would only turn to her side when changing clothes, not facing me directly, but
she didn't mind my gaze at all. I watched her body develop over those seven or eight years, until
she got married when I was eleven.
Her development was relatively late, but it was rapid. When she was sixteen, her chest gradually developed, and pubic
hair began to grow. Every night, as soon as I lay down in bed, I would start touching her breasts. She didn't seem to mind at all, letting me touch them as much as I wanted.
Sometimes I would touch them too much, too hard, and she would just lightly slap my hand and laugh, calling me a "pervert
." But she didn't like me touching her genitals. Every time I touched her pubic hair, she would pull my hand
out and tell me to stop, but she never got angry.
I usually waited until she was sound asleep before touching her genitals, but I never dared to insert my fingers into her vagina
. Because I was too young, I didn't understand sex, and I just felt a little strange touching her genitals. My heart
felt like it was going to jump out, and my penis would get hard. Her genitals would automatically become wet, secreting slippery vaginal fluid.
Sometimes she would find out, but she would just half-asleep and pull my hand out, telling me to stop, without ever scolding me.
When I was seven or eight years old, I had another form of entertainment: secretly watching her take a bath every day. We lived in an old
building with windows facing the courtyard. The bathroom window was diagonally opposite the window of my desk. Because we used gas for hot water,
the windows were always half-open, year-round. Sitting at my desk, I could clearly see her entire body, but due to
the angle, I could only see her pubic hair. Her labia and vagina were only briefly visible when she was washing, and even then, it wasn't very clear
. Over those years, I watched her develop and mature. Her breasts grew from flat to a 32B, her genitals
went from bare to dark, and her underwear changed from coarse cloth to bras and panties.
By the time she was seventeen or eighteen, she had grown into a beautiful young woman with long hair. Because of her slender waist, her bust and hips appeared
large, and she had a beautiful face. At that time, she started working in a coffee shop, attracting countless suitors.
People called her all day long. Finally, at twenty-one, she married a young
man who drove a taxi. He owned a taxi, had no family burdens, and was financially well-off. I saw her many times after she got married. She
became even more beautiful, dressed very fashionably, and her figure became more exaggerated.
My cousin Juan enjoyed a good life for a year or two, but then her husband met a group of bad friends and switched to smuggling
goods to mainland China. At first, he did very well, quitting his taxi driving and living a glamorous life. But good times don't last,
and he eventually failed. Although he escaped back to Macau, he had nothing left and was heavily in debt. To avoid dragging Juan
down with him, he divorced her and went to work on a boat.
My cousin Juan was left all alone and had to work in a coffee shop again. Due to financial problems, she came to stay with me again.
During those three years, I grew from less than five feet tall to five feet six inches tall. I entered junior high school. My classmates and I often
read erotic novels together and secretly watched his father's pornographic films. My mind was full of erotic thoughts, but I never dared to actually go to a prostitute
.
I was overjoyed to hear that my cousin Juan had moved back in. The feeling of secretly watching her shower that night
was completely different from a few years ago. My penis was throbbing painfully. Her breasts had grown to a 34C, her pubic hair had grown much longer and was neatly
covering her genitals, and her underwear had changed to the latest trendy mini semi-transparent lace panties and tiny lace
bras.
Of course, we didn't sleep together that night; I was too tall and large to tell her, but we still shared
a small room, with a three-foot aisle between our two beds. Her pajamas kept me awake all night—a
nearly completely transparent robe, revealing her underwear and dark pubic hair. The worst part was that she
would take off her bra as soon as she got into bed, covering herself only with a thin blanket. When she fell asleep, she would kick it off, making it seem like she was sleeping naked just feet away from me.
I was helpless except to watch her shower every day. Watching her half-naked next to me every night
only gave me insomnia, but she didn't seem to care about me at all. Even though she knew I was awake, she would only change clothes with her back to me. Sometimes in the morning,
when she saw my bulging shorts, she would just laugh and say, "I didn't know you'd grown so big in just a few years!" I didn't
know if she was referring to my body shape or my penis.
I waited a few weeks, and finally couldn't resist anymore. I started touching her when she was sound asleep. She seemed to be sleeping very soundly,
and I became bolder and bolder. After a few days, every night I would push her robe up to her chest, exposing her entire breasts to me
. Her panties were also pushed to one side, and her genitals were clearly visible. A few days during her period, I could even see a white line
hanging down from her vaginal opening.
Her breasts were large, and even when she was asleep, they were hemispherical and protruding. Her nipples were very small, only the size of a bean, and
a very light pink. Every time I played with them for a while, they would become hard and turn a little brighter red.
Her labia majora were very tight, only a slit was visible, very white and full, while her labia minora were not at all...
She was exposed, and when I parted her labia, I could see her thin, pink labia minora, a tiny clitoris, and a pink vagina
with many folds. Just a little touching and it would start to flow with slippery, sticky vaginal fluid, quickly soaking the sheets.
But I never dared to go any further, only touching her briefly each night before returning to my own bed to masturbate before sleeping.
That night, something was bound to happen. She went to a colleague's wedding banquet, got drunk, and was brought home by her colleague.
After helping her change her clothes, the colleague left, and she slept soundly on the bed, legs spread, her robe pulled down
to her chest. Seeing that she was sleeping soundly, I started touching her breasts, and soon her nipples became hard.
I even pulled her panties down to her knees, playing with her pubic hair and labia majora and minora, and using my fingers
to stimulate her vagina and clitoris. In just a short while, her vaginal fluid flowed, soaking her buttocks, her clitoris became engorged and red
, and her breathing became rapid.
I became bolder and bolder, taking out my penis and intending to touch her with one hand while masturbating. She suddenly pressed
her hand against mine, opened her eyes, and stared at me blankly. I was so scared I didn't dare move for about a minute.
Suddenly, she started crying, telling me in broken sentences that she already knew I was touching her that morning, and that I
masturbated every night. She said she hadn't been sleeping well at night either. My touching reminded her of her ex-husband, and because she was ashamed, she didn't know how to stop
me. She was also afraid that if it got out, it would be embarrassing for everyone, and she couldn't stay at my house anymore. She also told me not to
masturbate every night anymore, because it was bad for my health.
I saw that she didn't seem angry, but because she was ashamed and afraid of others finding out, I steeled myself and continued to hold her,
touching her breasts and genitals. She kept saying "no," but didn't resist much.
I pressed my body against her, trying to insert my penis, but my sexual knowledge was only from books and videos
. After several attempts, I could only rub against her thighs, lower abdomen, and mons pubis. She kept moving, and in my haste,
I couldn't succeed.
Finally, she got tired of moving and stopped resisting, only saying repeatedly, "No...no...we
can't...do this...ah...ah...ah..." Taking advantage of this, I grabbed my penis and thrust it
all the way into her vagina.
Once inside, she stopped resisting and just lay there, moaning
incoherently, "Ah...ah...uh...uh...sigh...sigh...no...it's too hard..."
I thrust in and out forcefully, until finally she wrapped her arms around my back. I kissed her lips repeatedly,
roughly kneading her breasts. The ache in my lower back grew stronger, and I felt a hollowness in my lower abdomen. My
semen gushed into her vagina, my penis throbbing and ejaculating for a long time.
Afterwards, we hugged each other, panting. I remained on top of her for over ten minutes until my penis softened before
we separated. I saw a large pool of white semen slowly flowing from her vagina. She covered it with her hand, telling me not to
look, and to clean it with a towel before wiping it dry. Then she told me to go back to my own bed and sleep, but I refused. She let
me hold her, one hand caressing her breast, and we both fell into a deep sleep. I woke up
in the middle of the night, really startled. I was still half asleep when I suddenly felt a soft body
beside me, and in my hand was a full breast. After a while, I slowly remembered what happened last night. This
time, I was no longer afraid. I got up, took off her clothes, and carefully admired her body. This
time was very different from the usual peeping. Usually, I would look furtively, and touch very lightly, never daring to open her
genitals. But since we had already been intimate once, she didn't show any displeasure, so I freely and vigorously
caressed her breasts and played with her small nipples.
Soon, her nipples began to harden, and her nipples and areolas became engorged and red. She had woken up by then, and whispered for
me to stop. Seeing that she didn't strongly refuse, I immediately turned on the light, forcibly spread her legs, and played with her genitals.
Her labia were slightly open, her vulva was pink, and her labia minora were peach-pink due to engorgement.
Her clitoris protruded from her vulva, growing from a tiny point to the size of a bright red little finger. I inserted my middle finger into her
vagina and probed for a while. She moaned and groaned softly, her vaginal fluids soaking the sheets.
My penis was also throbbing painfully, so I climbed on top of her and thrust all the way in, pumping in and out. She
cried out incoherently, "Ah...ah...um...um...no...it hurts...ah...I can't take it anymore...
ah..." Her eyes rolled back, her mouth slightly open, her face flushed, and she was sweating profusely as she reached orgasm. During her orgasm, she
grabbed my back and scratched wildly, leaving several bloody marks. I continued thrusting, and she kept making low, incoherent noises,
unintelligible, before reaching her second orgasm.
Perhaps I had ejaculated just hours earlier; this time it lasted longer, until she had four orgasms before I felt
a surge of pleasure as my penis ejaculated thick semen directly into her uterus. Afterwards, we held each other tightly, my penis
still inside her, and fell into a deep sleep. [The last sentence appears to be unrelated and possibly a fragment from another context: "I heard a sound and immediately went out for dinner."]

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