The Real Spring: My Aunt and I's 13 Years - Part 3

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Part Three
Just after I finished eating, my mom called, asking how my exams went and why I had
n't called home. She asked if I was coming home this week. My mom wanted to talk to my aunt, so I pulled her onto my lap,
gave her the phone, and let my aunt talk to her too. She sat in my lap and said that Xiaofeng should have done well on the exams, and
the results wouldn't be out for a couple of days. My mom then hung up, relieved.
After hanging up, my aunt bit me hard on the lip. "You learn to be naughty so quickly! Holding me while talking to your mom on the phone!"
We started playfully fighting again.
After a while, she got up and said, "I'm going to wash my hair; it's a complete mess. I have to go to work this afternoon."
After filling the tub with water, she sat on a small stool. I helped her wet her hair, applied some shampoo, and gently
massaged it. My aunt closed her eyes, looking very comfortable. I kissed her lips and then the tip of her nose
. My aunt laughed and splashed water from the tub on me, saying she would massage the back of her neck and behind her ears. I did as she said
. My aunt sighed and said it felt so good. She suggested adding more hot water, as it was a bit cold. I heated the water up a
bit, rinsed off the shampoo, and dried her face. She opened her eyes and smiled, saying, "Thank you for your hard work."
I replied, "Xiu, I'll always wash your hair from now on." My aunt's body stiffened: "What did you call me?" I
said, "Xiu!" My aunt smiled reproachfully: "Don't call me that when there are other people around!"
Then my aunt sat in front of the big mirror, and I started to blow-dry her hair. Her hair wasn't as
long as Mr. Wang's, but it was already shoulder-length. I slowly blew and carefully combed it.
My aunt smiled at me in the mirror, and I smiled back at her. My aunt said it was okay, very well combed. I said, "Let me comb it a little more. I love
combing your hair, it's so fine and soft." I could also smile knowingly at my aunt in the mirror.
My aunt said, "You should rest at home this afternoon, I need to get ready for work." I didn't want to, so I said to my aunt, "
Let's sit on the sofa." I put away the hairdryer and comb, and pulled her to sit on the sofa with me. I said, "Xiu, come
sit on my lap!" My aunt deliberately sat on my lap, giggling. I hugged her, smelling
her hair, and my hands slipped inside her clothes, groping her.
Then my aunt said, "Your hair needs washing too, I'll wash it for you in a bit." I said, "Which head? The big head
or the small head?" She tapped my head and said, "Both heads need washing." As we got intimate, my lower body
swelled up again, and she felt it too. This little thing, it's not behaving itself!
I didn't argue; with a thrust, it emerged from the seam of my pajamas. She was
sitting on me naked, so she immediately felt the warmth of my lower body. With a slight movement of her hips, it naturally
swallowed my penis.
We sat like this for a while, and my aunt slowly started to get aroused. She hugged my head, her lower body
pressing hard against my erection. "You little rascal, doing this to your aunt even on the sofa!" she said. I
thrust into her again.
I could clearly feel her lower body becoming soaking wet again. I teased her, "Xiu, my aunt,
did you miss me last night?" She involuntarily sat on me harder, saying, "
Who missed you, you little rascal?"
Hearing this, I immediately stopped thrusting. "I'm a little rascal, I'm not coming anymore. Fine, I'm not coming anymore. You can still
use ham!"
By this time, she couldn't take it anymore. She cried out embarrassedly, "Xiaofeng... hurry... Auntie's so itchy
..." At that moment, I unbuttoned the top of her pajamas and went to suckle her breasts. She shivered
and her mind cleared from lust. "Xiaofeng, no, Auntie really has to go soon. Tonight, Auntie will
stay with you again tonight, okay?"
To be honest, I was just teasing her. I really didn't have the ability to continue, so I could only pretend to
be aggrieved and agree.
She gently sat on me a few more times, then got up to dry herself and change. I sat there quietly
watching her put on makeup, comb her hair, and get dressed... Finally, before leaving, she came over and
gently kissed me on the cheek a few times: "You should rest well at home. Your body isn't as strong as before. I hope it's because
this is your first time making love. I feel like you don't seem to have
as much cum as you did the previous times when Auntie said so..." My heart tightened. She was a very experienced woman; she really understood me and could sense
that my body wasn't as strong as before... After Auntie left, I turned on the TV, then came back and lay
on the sofa for a while. Maybe the programs on TV weren't very interesting, or maybe I was just
too tired today. Although I had taken a nap in the morning, I still drifted off to sleep without realizing it after relaxing
.
I woke up to find it was already getting dark, but my aunt hadn't returned yet. It had started raining lightly again
, with distant rumbles of thunder and occasional flashes of lightning—it
was probably raining harder somewhere nearby. Even
after sleeping all afternoon, I still felt unwell, weak all over, especially my legs, which were
very sore. I couldn't fall back asleep, so I decided to make something to eat. I was quite
hungry, so I thought I'd try to please my aunt by cooking something.
I got up and turned off the TV, which had been on for hours. I knew the common sense of turning off appliances during thunderstorms;
forgetting to turn it off while asleep was forgivable, but now that I was awake, I had to. I went to the bathroom, relieved myself
, and felt a little better. Then I went into the kitchen to start preparing dinner.
Actually, I wasn't very good at cooking back then. I only occasionally helped my parents with chores at home.
I wasn't demanding of myself, so I quickly finished. I stir-fried some tomatoes and eggs, then chopped up
the ham I'd taken from my aunt's bed that morning, seasoned it simply, cooked a pot of millet porridge,
and reheated some steamed buns from the house. It was all very ordinary work.
After finishing, because I was a little hungry, I tasted a few bites to see how it tasted
, and then went to the inner room of the kitchen to check out my aunt's newly renovated bathroom. It seemed pretty good.
I simply filled the tub and soaked in it, thinking that I could take
a bath with my aunt when she got back. But as I waited and waited, and the evening news was about to start, my aunt still hadn't
returned.
The rain started to get heavier, and the thunder grew closer. I thought for a moment, then went to the main room to
call my aunt's office. The phone rang, but no one answered. After a while, I figured it was
pointless to stay home anyway, so I decided to go out and meet my aunt. I changed my clothes, grabbed two umbrellas, locked the door, and went to school
.
Once inside, I looked around. Since it was the weekend, and even our graduating class didn't have evening study sessions,
the school was quiet. I went straight to my aunt's office. Seeing that the lights were off and
the door was locked, I backed out of the building. Where had she gone without even a word?
Just as I was wondering what was going on, I suddenly heard voices coming from the third floor of the office building. I
looked up and sure enough, one of the offices was brightly lit, and there seemed to be quite a few people inside. The voices were coming from there
. I thought for a moment, that must be Teacher Liu's office. Why was it so lively so late?
I'll go up and see; my aunt might be there too.
Although my legs were sore, these few floors were no problem for me. A little while later, I
arrived at the office door. The door wasn't locked, only half closed. I peeked inside. Wow
, the room was full of people! I glanced around and saw my aunt inside, seemingly whispering
something to Teacher Liu.
As soon as I appeared at the door, the people inside saw me too. A tall man I didn't recognize asked
me, "Who are you looking for?" As soon as he spoke, Teacher Liu and my aunt turned to look. Teacher Liu
immediately waved to me, "Xiao Feng, come in, Teacher Liu has something to ask you!" I naturally went inside and approached
them.
My aunt seemed a little surprised to see me, but then said, "
So that's why no one answered the phone when I called home. You went to school!"
I moved to a quiet spot next to them; with so many people around, I didn't want to stand in the middle and
draw everyone's attention. Then I could see everyone in the office. Some I didn't recognize,
but I'd seen most of them before: my aunt, Teacher Liu, our homeroom teacher—I knew them all. Later
I learned that the man was Xiaoli's father, Teacher Liu's husband, and the man who had asked me who I was looking for
was Xiaoli's uncle. And then there was Xiaoli, sitting on the bench behind the door, head down, sobbing.
I couldn't help but wonder: What's going on here? It's like a trial. Has
Xiaoli been wronged?
At that moment, Teacher Liu gestured to my aunt, as if to ask her to ask me something. My aunt thought for a moment, then
looked at me and said, "I have a question for you. You have to tell me the truth, understand?" I nodded, though I didn't
know what it was about, but I could already tell it must be related to Xiaoli.
Seeing my nod, my aunt asked, "Did you and Xiaoli go to Wang Yan's house yesterday?" As soon as she asked
that, all eyes turned to me. Only Xiaoli remained, head bowed, sobbing
, but I could sense she was also listening to my answer.
At that moment, I naturally answered without hesitation. Besides, was it necessary to ask me something so obvious?
Didn't you and Teacher Liu tell us to go? Thinking about it still made me angry. They hadn't
told me beforehand, to give me some mental preparation. Otherwise, since I'd already lost my virginity there, well, I should
n't be angry anymore!
I answered my aunt frankly, "Yes, Xiaoli and I went after the exam yesterday. We even bought
fruit; we didn't go empty-handed. Don't worry."
Teacher Liu and my aunt were clearly not testing us on whether we bought fruit or not, or whether we were sensible. My aunt glanced at
Teacher Liu and then asked me, "Did you eat lunch there? Did you drink any alcohol?"
Hearing this, I sensed something was amiss. While calculating my next move, I replied
, "Yes, Teacher Wang was very happy to see us. She prepared lots of delicious food, and we probably drank several bottles of beer
!"
My aunt didn't dwell on this topic but instead asked directly, "What did you do after lunch?"
I had already prepared my answer, anticipating her suggestive tone. I wouldn't say that Xiao Li
got drunk and Teacher Wang and I were drinking together. Instead, I said, "After lunch, they probably couldn't drink anymore, so they
went inside to sleep. I watched TV outside." Actually, I didn't watch TV at all; it wasn't even turned on. I was just creating
something to do.
My aunt and Teacher Liu exchanged a glance, and then she asked, "And then? Did you just watch TV the whole time? Did anyone else
come over?"
I noticed that Xiaoli's already quiet sobs had intensified. I seemed to understand why
things were like this today. Clearly, this wasn't an investigation into me, but rather into Xiaoli's whereabouts yesterday.
I had guessed their parents' concerns.
At this point, I wasn't nervous anymore. I had been somewhat worried that
something might have been overlooked regarding my relationship with Teacher Wang. Where I was last night was unknown to everyone else, but Xiaoli might be able to guess
, because I was indeed too drunk to go home and had to go to Teacher Wang's house
to change clothes. Presumably, Teacher Wang wouldn't let me get so drunk on the street.
Thinking this, I made a decision. As long as Xiaoli didn't say anything inappropriate,
there shouldn't be any problems with my relationship with Teacher Wang this night. But I had to make up an excuse that no one came; it seemed like they knew something, which would
prove I was lying. I immediately replied: "Old Peng is here. We were playing cards together."
It seemed they were quite satisfied with my answer—not entirely satisfied, but rather that what I said
was basically the same as what they knew. After I finished answering, Teacher Liu immediately started scolding Xiaoli: "How many times have I told you
not to hang out with that Xiaopeng? If you hadn't told me, how would he have known you were at your aunt's house? Why aren't you telling me?"
"Tell the truth, and you said you didn't see him... Could Xiao Feng be lying?"
My head was spinning. It turned out Xiao Li didn't even admit to seeing Lao Peng yesterday!
Good heavens, your lie is too convincing! Parents must have evidence to interrogate us like this, and you're just blatantly
lying?
Later, I learned that Xiao Li's uncle went to the city on business, and his car happened to
pass near Teacher Wang's building. He saw Lao Peng buying fruit there, and when he came back and told us, Teacher Liu and her husband analyzed the situation
and knew something was wrong.
At this point, Teacher Liu directly asked me: "Where did you eat last night, and where did you go after that
?"
The crucial moment had arrived. I felt they were waiting for this answer. Where did they go last night? Xiao
Li and Lao Peng went to see an all-night movie! How was I supposed to know where they went and what they did
?
I muttered to myself, but still answered readily: "Lao Peng treated us to dinner out tonight. After
dinner, he invited us to see a movie, but we'd all been drinking, and Teacher Wang wouldn't let us go, insisting on taking Xiao Li home with her."
At this point, Teacher Liu seemed unconvinced: "Didn't you and Xiao Peng go home? Where did you go?"
Then, I said what I'd already prepared: "I was also quite drunk. You know I'm not very close to Lao Peng,
so I went home with Teacher Wang and Xiao Li. I slept on the sofa in the living room that night, while the two of them kept talking inside
… You can call Teacher Wang if you don't believe me!"
My words were a bit risky; if Teacher Wang didn't know the situation and gave a different account,
it would be difficult to explain. But by now, everyone seemed to understand what had happened, and everyone seemed relieved
.
At this moment, Teacher Liu's husband finally spoke up: "It seems we have to thank your cousin for this. No need to ask anymore.
I called her all afternoon, but she wasn't home. But she's family after all. That Xiao Peng doesn't seem like
a good person. You should keep a closer eye on Xiao Li from now on." Before he finished speaking, Teacher Liu retorted: "I will! My
daughter is mine alone. What are you, as her father, doing? Don't you know Xiao Peng's father? You can tell his family
not to bother my Xiao Li anymore..." Hearing that he had called Teacher Wang all afternoon and no one answered
, I felt a pang of sadness. She wasn't home all day; she must have been with someone. I was
a little heartbroken. But it's good she wasn't home today, otherwise, without knowing the situation,
I might not have been able to protect Xiao Li today. I need to find a way to talk to her and prevent things from getting out.
They exchanged a few words, and our homeroom teacher finally spoke up: "Alright, alright, it's good that nothing's wrong
. Xiaoli only said she didn't see Xiaopeng because she was afraid you'd be upset. We understand. Shall we all go home?"
At this point, Xiaoli's uncle probably felt a little embarrassed, since he was the one who told her about it when he got back, which led to the argument.
He pulled his brother and our homeroom teacher aside: "Let's go out for a few drinks, ladies! My treat!"
Teacher Liu wasn't in the mood for that. She grabbed Xiaoli and, without a word, went out and downstairs. My aunt naturally
declined and went with Teacher Liu and the others. I, of course, followed my aunt. The three men,
talking as they went, actually went to find a place to drink.
The rain outside wasn't heavy, and my aunt offered her umbrella to Teacher Liu. Seeing this, I thoughtfully
grabbed my own umbrella and gave it to Teacher Liu and her daughter. Teacher Liu refused, so I said: "This little rain is barely any rain
. I'm a boy, unlike you. I'll be more energetic if I get a little wet."
After a few polite exchanges, Ms. Liu insisted, and Xiaoli finally took the umbrella. Ms. Liu scolded
Xiaoli, but I felt that Xiaoli taking my umbrella meant she was quite satisfied with me today. My aunt
also said, "Take it then," and Ms. Liu stopped insisting. She exchanged a few more words with my aunt, and then everyone went their separate ways.
Later, my aunt told me that Xiaoli had only returned this afternoon and vehemently denied seeing
Lao Peng yesterday, which led to today's office investigation. First, they asked our homeroom teacher, then they
called Xiaoli's uncle over, and that's how it all ended.
As I walked, I thought to myself, "Hey, how could you know?" Actually, I didn't know either. Those
two spent the whole night together last night—not just one night, but also this morning!
Oh well, I'll just be a liar for today. There's no other way.
My aunt and I walked home along the roadside, chatting as we turned the corner. The rain seemed to intensify
, and she called to me, "Aren't you coming in with an umbrella?" I took the umbrella and looked around; there
was no one else on the road. I then put my other arm around her waist, and she didn't resist, even pressing herself closer to me
… Although a light breeze occasionally pattered the rain onto our hair and clothes, we walked along in
a warm and quiet atmosphere, without saying much more.
We got home around 9 pm. After locking the door, my aunt rushed off to cook, not even bothering to change her clothes
. I hugged her and said, "Auntie, I've finished cooking. I'm just waiting for you to come home." We went into the kitchen,
and she seemed genuinely surprised but also very happy to see the dinner I had prepared. I told her to take a shower in the inner room while
I reheated the porridge and vegetables. She didn't object and obediently took her pajamas and went to run the water for a shower
.
Before going in, she turned back and smiled at me, saying, "Aren't you going to come in and shower with your aunt?" Hearing this, my heart skipped
a beat, but I managed to suppress my wicked thoughts: "I still need to heat up my food. I already
showered when I went out."
My aunt seemed surprised by my answer, and perhaps a little disappointed. She said, "You've become a good person
. Don't say your aunt didn't give you a chance!" Then she turned and went inside.
Now I realized that once a man and woman have their first time together, many things become much
easier, like showering together, doing naughty things together. My aunt had clearly completely accepted me at this point.
But you guys must be wondering why I didn't go in for a bath together. Actually, you have no idea how
miserable I am right now. My body has already been through many trials today—once at Teacher Wang's house in the middle of the night, and again in the early morning…
Twice, and then again with my aunt after I got back. I was already too exhausted to do anything about it.
And tonight, my aunt was ready to test me. I should try to save my energy until the very end
, when we're in bed, and then trick her into going to sleep.
Otherwise, this battle in the bathroom will probably ruin me completely, and I'll have to deplete so much of my energy.
I won't be able to explain myself tonight. Life without enough "ammunition" is so frustrating.
When I had set the table and arranged the food, my aunt came out after her bath. She looked
different after her bath. Her hair was wet and draped over her shoulders, and as she moved, there was a glimpse of flesh under her pajamas.
I stared at her for a moment, my eyes widening. As she combed her hair, she sat down on the sofa next to me: "Didn't you
say you like me combing your hair? Comb your aunt's hair again!"
Of course I remembered what I said at noon. I sat down next to her, took the comb, and started combing her hair.
While she was looking for something to eat with her chopsticks, she got up and sat on my lap. With this physical contact,
my little brother, which I had planned to use in bed that night, still got hard despite its fatigue. She naturally felt
it: "You're up to no good again, aren't you? You were just pretending, ignoring your aunt..." At this point, I didn't want to explain anymore.
I threw down the comb, pushed her up slightly, unzipped my pants
, and reached inside to pull out my little brother from the side of my underwear. Then I lifted the hem of her pajamas, gesturing for her
to sit down. Her lower body, which was bare, immediately felt my heat. With a slight sinking of her buttocks, it felt
like I was swallowed up seamlessly.
We sat like that for a while, and I could clearly feel that she was wet again.
Just like at noon, I asked her to feed me. My aunt laughed, turned her head, and bit my lip, while simultaneously
giving my penis a hard squeeze. "You little rascal!" she said. She ate
a bite herself, then fed me a bite, kissing my lips and cheek, leaving my face covered in oil.
When I told her I wanted ham, she picked it up for me and asked curiously, "
Did you go out to buy ham? We don't have any at home." I hugged her and lifted myself up: "Yes, this is
the one you used last night! I'll have some tonight, and I'm going to eat it!" My aunt smiled mischievously, her lower body
contracting several times. "I'll let you laugh at me. Didn't you teach me this? Don't you like this kind of thing?"
Just as we were kissing and cuddling, the phone rang again, inconveniently. She sat up
slightly to pick up the phone, then sat back down, only speaking after I was inside her.
It was Teacher Liu calling. She seemed to be complaining that Xiaoli was being disobedient, that the girl was throwing a tantrum and
crying at home. My aunt was moving around on top of me while listening to Teacher Liu's complaints, occasionally offering
words of comfort.
After hanging up with Teacher Liu, my aunt tossed the phone onto the sofa, then leaned closer to me,
encouraging me to thrust deeper. She sighed, saying, "Being a parent of a girl is really a lot of worrying, isn't it?"
Before I could reply, the phone rang again. This time, my aunt reached out and, without letting me pull out,
sat back down to answer the phone.
This time it was my mother calling, apparently asking my aunt to tell me to come home tomorrow and help with some chores.
Things are busy at home these days, and since the exams are over, the two sisters chatted about other things. I thrust
a few times, but this time my aunt was very quiet, holding me still while talking to my mother.
After she put down the phone, my aunt turned around and pinched my arm hard, her lower body contracting forcefully. "
I told you not to move around! I'm talking to your mother, and you're still moving! It's so embarrassing!"
Just as I was begging for mercy, the phone rang again. This time, my aunt didn't stop moving at all;
she simply picked up the phone while still thrusting. This time, it was my uncle calling.
As soon as she heard his voice, she tried to get up and leave me, but I held her waist tightly with both hands to prevent her from running away.
She shook a few times but couldn't do anything. The more she struggled, the more I thrust, so she had no choice but to give in
. I don't know what they were saying, but I immediately felt her lower body getting hotter and wetter.
The instant she hung up the phone, I felt a surge of heat wash over her body
, and her vagina contracted sharply. She had actually climaxed under those circumstances… At
that moment, I understood something: if I could focus on other things while making love, like
trying to hear what was happening on the phone, I could make it last longer. This had become
a lesson I learned over the years.
Her climax over the phone also filled me with joy. It seemed I wouldn't have to worry about running out of ammunition tonight
, nor would I have to fear her interrogating me about my declining health. I could go to bed and have another
round with her; surely that would satisfy her?
After quickly cleaning up the dishes, the ensuing battle between my aunt and me was, of course, predictable.
My aunt already knew my mother wanted me to come home tomorrow to help out, and more importantly, it was a
rare night without any interruptions, so she was exceptionally uninhibited and energetic throughout. In her words,
this was the first time in five years she had felt this way, and she used every trick in the book to get what she wanted.
Although she had already climaxed once while on the phone, she remained dominant, becoming increasingly
vigorous in bed. After I couldn't take it anymore and ejaculated inside her, she used her most effective
remedy: oral sex, which made me hard again. In the end, I still managed to climax twice inside her
, completely exhausting me before she finally held me and fell into a deep sleep… This day was arguably
the happiest and most absurd of my life. I came three times at Teacher Wang's place, and then
three more times at my aunt's. I will always remember this day, as it has become an insurmountable
peak in my life.
Thinking back, I was young and healthy then, perhaps it was the fearlessness of youth, haha. If it were now,
even with medication, I would probably have collapsed long ago.
I slept very soundly for the rest of the night, without even a dream. When I woke up in the morning, it was almost
9 o'clock. My aunt had already gone to school. She left me a note on my bedside table with just one very sincere
and caring sentence: "The food is in the pot, be sure to eat before you leave!"
I put the note in my bag, and then saw the breakfast my aunt had specially left for me in the kitchen. Sure enough, it was all my
favorite food, and since I was really hungry, I naturally had a big appetite and felt extremely comfortable.
I took out my bicycle, which I had been riding for more than two years, slung my worn-out schoolbag over my shoulder, looked around with a bit of reluctance
, locked the door, and went home!
From the first year of junior high to the third year, I would ride my bike home on this road every weekend. Although it was always uphill, I always had a
feeling of being very tired but also eager to get home, and I was sure I could get home without resting. But today
felt different. I'd only ridden less than a third of the way when I was already drenched in sweat.
When I couldn't ride any further, I had to find some shade to rest, and I could only regret
not bringing a bottle of water.
This road is over 20 li (approximately 10 kilometers), and there aren't many pedestrians or vehicles. Back in the 90s, the mountains weren't very developed
. Our area was considered to have good greenery, but a poor economy. There was a bus, not really a public bus, that
only ran once a day, going down in the morning and up in the evening. During the day, it would haul goods in the city, and if you wanted to go up or down the mountain, you
had to find your own way.
This road was the only way for my family and several nearby villages to get down the mountain to the town. Once you reached the town,
the road into the city became a flat plain.
Then some brothers might ask, "Why are you riding a bicycle all the way uphill?" Well, you don't
understand. Coming downhill is all downhill! It feels just like riding my aunt's motorcycle
. But because I always go too fast on a motorcycle, my family doesn't want me to
ride one, and they've told my aunt not to let me ride motorcycles either. Besides, this bicycle is our family's, so naturally I'm
riding it home.
I've already explained a bit too much, but to make it clear for my loyal followers, I've
written more, and to avoid any strange questions like, "Why did you come to town to study?"
I won't go into detail about what happened after I got home. It was the busy farming season, from harvesting wheat to planting cotton,
soybeans, corn, and peanuts—the fields were always full of work. Our family
had over ten acres of land, and back then, we relied entirely on sickles to harvest wheat. Every day, our hands would be blistered.
Fortunately, when I returned, the farm work had already begun at home. Besides, they didn't rely entirely
on me; I was mostly a laborer. But it was still much better than nothing. Of course, I
also received daily lessons from my family: if I didn't pass the school entrance exam, all the land would be yours.
Our family has two courtyards. We usually live in the old courtyard, and the new house is on a higher hillside on the edge of the village,
prepared for my future marriage. The new house is just built, not decorated. Family
members don't usually live there, but since almost half of our land is above the new house,
all the harvested grain is stored there. My dad and I stay there at night to watch over the grain.
It's actually quite beautiful. The wind is strong at higher altitudes, there are no mosquitoes, and it's quiet. I feel it's
much better than in the village. Sleeping on the roof of the flat-roofed house at night is so refreshing. A gentle mountain breeze blows, surrounded by green trees,
and you can see the whole village from above.
Before I knew it, I'd been home for two days. During the day, I went to work in the fields with my family, and at night,
my dad and I slept on the roof to keep cool. We had prepared a room inside, made a bed, and put up a mosquito net,
but neither my dad nor I wanted to sleep there. Why? It was too hot! And there were mosquitoes. Nothing
beats the comfort of the mountain breeze on the roof.
So, at night, we laid out two mats on the roof, one for my dad and one for me. My dad and I didn't talk much
, and when we did, it was mostly about unrelated things. He was the one who worked the hardest during the day, so he would quickly fall
asleep. I listened to my dad's snoring while stretching my tired, aching arms and legs,
gazing at the stars and lost in thought.
Every time, I'd first think about whether my exam results were out yet; if I didn't pass, I'd have to
study harder. But as soon as I closed my eyes, my thoughts would turn to my aunt, then to Teacher Wang, even to my classmate Xiaoli
—a jumble of thoughts, their images and voices flashing before my eyes like a movie.
I'd always wonder how my aunt had been alone at home these past few days, whether she was eating ham again?
How did Teacher Wang end up with that old man? Was she lonely in the city? Even
what exactly happened between Xiaoli and Lao Peng that night? What did she think of me? Heh,
all sorts of things, until I finally fell asleep.
Back then, our family in my hometown was a large one. My grandparents, my family, and my uncle's family all lived in the same courtyard.
Although we had separated our households and our land was divided, we were still in the same courtyard every day, helping each other with the farming. We visited each other
frequently, and our relationship was still quite good. My uncle and aunt often cared about me and frequently told my younger cousin
to take me as a role model and study hard. I thought I would also take myself as a role model, even though I didn't know if I would pass the exam.
On the third day, our two families went to the field early again to plant peanuts. While everyone was doing their own thing
, a scooter drove up from the road at the foot of the mountain and stopped at our field.
My younger sister and I, who were helping me plant peanuts, naturally stopped what we were doing to keep an eye on it.
Because my eyesight had deteriorated to nearsightedness by then, based on the long hair that fell out when the cyclist removed her helmet, I
could only deduce that she was a woman. Just as I was trying to get a better look at the cyclist and wondering
whose woman it was, my younger sister dropped the basin she was holding and skipped over:
"Auntie, Auntie's here!"
My heart skipped a beat; it was my own woman.
Naturally, everyone in the house stopped working. Seeing that it was my aunt, my mother told everyone to take a break.
She walked over, and I naturally followed. After greeting my aunt, I stood to the side listening to their
conversation. It turned out that all schools except the graduating classes were already on holiday. Rural schools have a break for the busy farming season, and my aunt's
land had already been leased out to someone else. She was home alone with nothing to do, so she came to stay for a few days to help us.
My mother was naturally very happy, and my aunt's attitude towards me was normal. While talking to my parents,
she untied two cases of Jianlibao (a popular Chinese soft drink) from the back of her motorcycle and asked me to open them and share them with everyone. My younger sister and I cheered
and did so. While everyone was drinking, my aunt took out a red item from her bag and gave it to my
mother: "Sister, look what this is!"
My mother took it, and my father and younger sister, who were nearby, also peeked out. My younger sister shouted first: "The admission notice
!"
At this, my aunt laughed, and my parents laughed too. My mother pretended to complain to my aunt: "You came,
and you didn't even let me see this first!"
My younger sister snatched the acceptance letter from me and ran to my uncle's son, who was sitting nearby. "
Look!" she exclaimed. "I told you my brother passed! Look, the acceptance letter!"
My uncle and aunt were naturally delighted. My uncle said, "I knew there would be good news! Our family
has produced a scholar!" Then he said to my mother, "Sister-in-law, don't do any more work. Go home and cook something delicious.
Let's celebrate at noon. I'll cover the drinks; everyone can eat at your house!"
My father was also happy and told my mother to go home. My mother was the happiest person of all. She tidied up
, took the acceptance letter from my younger sister, and told me to keep it safe. Then she told my aunt and me to go home. My mother
said to my father, uncle, and aunt, "You all keep working. Xiaoxiu and I will go home and prepare food. I'll have Xiaofeng buy
the drinks. His uncle and aunt shouldn't cook lunch; let's have a good celebration."
Everyone seemed very happy. Then, my mother went to ride her bicycle. My aunt suggested I ride the motorcycle, but
Mom said she was used to riding bicycles on mountain roads and suggested I ride the motorcycle instead.
Of course, I wanted to ride the motorcycle, and my aunt didn't object. She just gave me a helmet, put it on, and sat
on the back. Mom didn't stop me this time either, telling me to go slowly before giving me some money so my aunt and I could go
to the market to buy vegetables and wine.
Even a slow motorcycle is much faster than a bicycle, and I quickly sped off with my aunt, prompting
Mom to scold me for being disobedient.
The wind was blowing as we rode, and because I was wearing a helmet, we couldn't say much. I could only
express my joy through speed. When we left the field and she saw Mom couldn't keep up,
her hand, which had been on my waist, slowly moved forward, wrapping around me. She leaned forward and pressed herself against me;
the fleshy, sensual touch sent a shiver down my spine.
For a moment, silence spoke volumes.
When we reached the village market, my aunt and I naturally parted ways. I parked my bike, and my aunt and I
picked out some vegetables and bought two bottles of wine. We chatted and laughed as we rode home. Since
we couldn't ride fast in the village, I didn't wear my helmet anymore. My aunt, carrying the wine, didn't hold me and rode
slowly. I learned some of what had happened at school these past few days.
Five out of the nine students from our school who took the exam passed, a record high for the past few years.
I actually came in fifth, just 1.5 points above the passing score, ranking around
290th out of 300 admitted students in the county – quite lucky!
My classmate Xiaoli ranked over 40th in the county, the highest in our school. The others were all in the middle
, unlike Xiaoli and me, one in the top 50 and the other in the bottom 50. I also learned that the chubby
girl from Class Two passed, but I didn't care to know anything else.
When we got home, Mom was already tidying up. My aunt greeted Grandpa and Grandma, and I fetched water for
my aunt to wash off the dust from the road. Although there weren't any overly affectionate words or actions, I still felt
a sweet warmth in my heart.
Grandpa and Grandma were very happy to know I had passed the university entrance exam and praised me for being sensible. Mom and my aunt then went to busy themselves
preparing the dishes.
At lunchtime, Dad and Uncle drank quite a bit with Grandpa, and I also had some—
white liquor, which I don't like, but they all did, so I couldn't do anything about it.
Mom, my aunt, and my other aunt chatted about things I didn't care about. My aunt even mentioned introducing me to
a girl from her hometown village. Listening to them chatting happily, I didn't say much
, but I secretly admired my aunt's figure, wondering if her fullness under her clothes had
changed in the past few days.
When lunch was over, Grandpa and Grandma went home, Aunt took my little cousin home, Mom took my aunt
to her room to talk, while Uncle was still drinking with Dad and wouldn't let me leave. Even though I didn't want to drink, I had to sit
there and keep them company. I could tell Uncle was really happy, constantly telling Dad how successful I would be in the future
, which naturally pleased Dad too. They drank cup after cup, thoroughly enjoying themselves.
In the afternoon, of course, we still had to work, because farm work couldn't be delayed, so the work was done faster in the afternoon. Mom and
my aunt were in one group, Dad had to be in another with me, Uncle and Aunt were in another, and my little sister was given a break
to play with my little cousin.
In the evening, we had another good meal and drinks, and watched TV for a while. Since my aunt hadn't visited the new house since it was built,
Mom, my aunt, and I, along with my little sister, went to see it. We all wanted to cool off, so we
went together.
We walked uphill into the village and arrived at the new house. Inside, Mom accompanied my aunt to look at each room,
discussing the cost of materials and how the renovations would be done. My sister and I weren't interested, so we ran
to the roof to play.
Soon, they were both up on the roof too. My aunt was immediately captivated by the beautiful night view
, looking around with great interest. She said to my mom, "This place is great, much better than town." Mom laughed at her, "
But you still preferred to marry into town rather than come to the mountains!" The two of them whispered and laughed amongst themselves
. I pulled out my and my dad's mats, and my sister and I each sat down to play. A little while later ...
The sweat had already dried off their bodies, and they were getting a little cold standing there in the mountain breeze.
Mom called my aunt downstairs to talk. My little sister had been playing for a while and was getting sleepy. A
little scared without Mom, she followed her downstairs. Although I really wanted to be alone with my aunt, I
didn't dare do anything reckless at home, and my body ached all over, so I consciously went to sleep first. I
just felt like they talked for a long time downstairs, but I didn't know the details.
While I was drifting off to sleep, I felt someone come upstairs carrying something and move the empty mat
next to me, then spread out some bedding on it. I immediately knew it couldn't be Dad. First, he
wouldn't sleep next to me because he knew I didn't like his snoring; second, he wouldn't spread out any bedding—
we both slept directly on the mat, just covered with whatever.
I opened my eyes and, sure enough, saw a beautiful figure squatting there, spreading out something. It was my aunt!
I immediately sat up. My aunt was startled by my movement: "Weren't you asleep? Why are you awake again?"
I was, of course, quite excited. I happily said, "I woke up as soon as I smelled your scent, Auntie !
Why didn't you leave with Mom?"
At this moment, my aunt turned to one side and lay down on the mat she had spread out, letting her hair down loose: "I'm not going to
sleep in the old house. There are too many people, too many mosquitoes, and it's too hot and inconvenient!"
It turned out that when Mom asked my aunt to go back to the old house, my aunt didn't want to go back. So Mom had to bring out a clean
quilt, put away the one Dad had originally made, and spread it out for my aunt in the downstairs room. She said a few words to her,
told her to lock the door, and then took my little sister back to the old house. Of course, Dad was also ordered not to sleep upstairs anymore.
After Mom left, my aunt naturally felt that it wasn't as cool downstairs as upstairs, so she came upstairs to sleep.
I lay down on my side, and for a moment, we were very close, face to face. We could clearly see each other
's faces and hear each other's breathing.
She stretched out her hand: "Come here, come to Auntie, the floor is really hard!"
I moved over, and naturally, we hugged each other.
At this point, I felt that no words were needed to explain anything. After hugging for a while, my lips
pressed directly against hers. She probably didn't expect me to be so eager, and her face immediately turned red. She shyly tried to turn her head
away, but not very firmly, muttering: "You little rascal, so hasty."
I pulled one of her hands: "Auntie, I really missed you so much, you can feel it if you don't believe me." She pretended to pull her hand
back, but I grabbed it firmly and pulled it down. She struggled a couple of times but couldn't break free, so I placed it on my lower body.
I was wearing knee-length shorts, the kind without a zipper in the front, and my thing was semi-erect, bulging.
I took her hand and, through the thin cloth, gently rubbed it against her skin. Then I pried her fingers open, pressing her hand
against my erect penis, my hand on the back of hers, and gently massaged it.
Next, I tightened my grip, my penis settling into her hand. I swallowed hard and said,
"I wasn't lying, was I?"
She bit her lip and whispered, "Not hard at all." Her hand was already subtly rubbing itself. I
lay there, holding her close, and we nestled together, gazing at the stars.
After a moment of calm, I breathed into her ear, "Auntie, I feel like you don't miss me." After a while
, her hand naturally got tired, and she suddenly let go of me, giving me a hard pinch before removing it. I
cried out in pain, and she giggled, turning her back to me, saying, "I can't be bothered with you, you little rascal!"
Of course, I knew my aunt wasn't really angry. As she turned away, I pressed myself against her from behind
, my erection already pressing against her buttocks. I brushed her long hair aside, revealing her face
. From behind, she possessed an indescribable beauty. I turned her head and
punished her with several heavy kisses on the lips.
She only managed a half-uttered "Ah—!" before my lips were forcefully parted, and my tongue immediately
plunged in. She no longer resisted and began a passionate battle with my tongue.
As she returned my kisses, one of her hands reached back and encircled my neck—a kissing position that
was incredibly stimulating. Her buttocks pressed against my erection,
creating a slightly itchy and unbearable sensation between us.
My aunt's body had gone limp in my arms, her chest heaving. She glanced at me sideways,
like a thirsty fish on a beach, her mouth slightly open, looking incredibly alluring.
I moved my lower body slightly away from her, casually pulling down my shorts. While holding her hand, I
reached between her legs and handed her something, whispering in her ear, "Auntie, this is for you." My erection
throbbed hotly in her small hand.
My aunt was naturally ready too. She muttered, "The little rascal is going to get
away with this again." She pulled her panties down to her calves, and I lifted her skirt, thrusting inside before letting the skirt fall back down.
The skirt covered our thighs, and my penis and her vagina were finally naked again, her smooth, delicate
buttocks pressed against my hairy lower abdomen. We pressed against each other like that for a while, and she felt my
penis thrusting upwards against her delicate labia with both her hands and buttocks, soaking her completely. She
enjoyed the feeling as I held her like that.
My penis naturally bounced in her hands, and I couldn't take it anymore. I reached
down and lifted her buttocks, and her hands no longer resisted, naturally guiding my penis to the
entrance of her vagina. It warmly and comfortably slipped inside. I could feel that she was already impatient; she was already soaking wet
, but she just wanted me to take the initiative.
Her lower body wasn't as tight as Teacher Wang's, but it felt incredibly tender.
The moment I entered, it was like an ice pop melting in a cave—the pleasurable sensation was indescribable. She
sat back down, and I thrust all the way in. A moment later, she floated up again, and the pressure on my lower body
eased. I felt a cool, empty sensation below. It fell, then swayed and rose again, finally her buttocks were under my...
With a squeeze of her abdomen, the soft, tender flesh parted heavily to both sides, repeating the motion repeatedly. The movement, though not intense, was incredibly ecstatic.
Slowly, my aunt began to tremble all over, her face flushed, her breathing heavier. Clearly, she was aroused.
As she moved downwards, she pulled my hand to her breasts.
I kneaded them forcefully with both hands, pushing her down from behind,
forming a human pyramid position with her on her back.
Thinking about it, it's understandable. My aunt was at the age of intense sexual desire; as a normal woman, she
needed a man's caresses, something my uncle, who was often away from home, couldn't provide. She
happened to meet someone like me who could fill this void. After months of getting to know each other, and especially after
the intimate moments of the past few days, she had come to see me as her ideal partner. Now, she was completely open and
willing to accept each other's love.
I started to get a little more aggressive, and she cooperated well, letting me launch an even more rapid offensive. I
thrust and pounded into her relentlessly, and suddenly I felt a spasm in her vagina. Her first gush of vaginal fluid of the day gushed out
, and the inner walls of her vagina contracted, tightly gripping the head of my penis, while her buttocks
thrust upwards desperately.
"Oh, Xiaofeng, Auntie's going to die!" At this moment, Auntie's cheeks were flushed, her eyes were languid, and she
called my name with her mouth slightly open.
Hearing Auntie call me like that, I knew she had already climaxed once, and seeing her seductive
state at this moment, the waves of pleasure gradually deepened, and I unconsciously launched into another round of fierce thrusting. Auntie knew I was also close to climaxing, and she mustered
her remaining strength to thrust her plump buttocks upwards desperately to meet my final sprint, while contracting her lower body, making her vaginal muscles
suck and release, drawing in my even larger penis.
"I'm going to lose it again...I...I'm going to..." She suddenly convulsed, her buttocks contracted violently again, and hot,
wet fluid gushed out once more.
I hadn't expected my aunt to have another orgasm so quickly. After my aunt's actions, and with
her vaginal fluid shooting out, my penis could no longer control itself. I felt a heat on the head of my penis, a wave of pleasure penetrating to my core, and I
thrust rapidly.
In an instant, I gritted my teeth and let out a sound from the bottom of my throat: "Auntie..." Then I suddenly pounced on her,
vigorously kneading her breasts, my whole body trembling and shivering. My lower body pressed tightly against my aunt's body, my penis throbbing
and spurting out streams of white, viscous fluid, shooting into the deepest part of her lower body.
As I ejaculated, I watched my aunt's expression as she received the spray from behind. My aunt frowned, her eyes closed, her mouth
half-open, and she let out a groan with each ejaculation. Seeing her expression of accepting my semen, I excitedly
ejaculated about ten times before stopping in pleasure.
After reaching my climax, I collapsed weakly onto my aunt. She turned her face so I could suckle her soft lips.
My hands were still restlessly kneading her breasts, one in each hand,
squeezing them vigorously, savoring their fullness.
My aunt felt that my erection inside her hadn't shrunk. "Feng... can we do it again?" she
whispered, and I felt it too. Perhaps it was because I'd been resting well these past few nights, but I felt I could
probably manage another round.
I knew that although my aunt had already had two orgasms, she wasn't easily satisfied. I gently twitched
, not wanting to disappoint her: "It should be alright."
Hearing my words, my aunt's lower body contracted, startling me so much that I quickly stopped: "Don't move, Auntie, let's
talk for a while, okay?"
At this moment, afraid I would withdraw from her, my aunt tightened her buttocks. "Okay, Auntie, I'll take it slow."
As she moved gently, she tried to make conversation, and naturally the topic turned to Xiaoli.
My aunt asked me, "Did you lie for Xiaoli the other day?" My first reaction was, of course, to deny it, but my aunt
's lower body pushed against me from behind, and she bit me tightly: "Still lying? Do you think your aunt doesn't know you?
Telling the truth and lying are different."
Hearing my aunt say this suddenly, I panicked. My already weak penis almost
slipped out, but I quickly pushed it back in.
My aunt naturally sensed my unusual reaction and asked me curiously, "Why are you so nervous? Does this have anything to do with you?
Tell your aunt what happened."
I thought about it. Since my aunt and I were already like this, and Xiaoli's situation didn't really affect me,
not saying anything would make it seem like we weren't close. So I told my aunt about how Xiaoli and Lao Peng had gone to see a movie that night
and hadn't come home.
Because I was hearing about someone else's business, my aunt wasn't too angry with me. She continued gently moving her lower body while
talking to me: "These young people nowadays, they're something else! I was even talking to Teacher Liu about introducing Xiaoli to you as a friend
! Looks like I can't tell your mom!"
While slowly enjoying the sensation of my aunt's body moving inside me, I replied, "Me and Xiaoli dating
? Probably no chance!"
My aunt continued, "Thinking that you two will be going to high school together, and her family is well-off, and she's good-looking ,
but we really can't talk about this now!"
Hearing this, I hugged her even tighter: "That's right, we can't talk about this anymore. Thanks in advance, Auntie, remember to find me a partner
. But I think it's more suitable for us to date, Auntie?"
Hearing this, my aunt laughed and scolded me: "Dating your aunt? How could you even think of that?"
At this moment, I felt my lower body had adjusted to my aunt's warmth again, so I moved in sync with her movements.
My aunt scolded me, "You get all worked up just talking about Xiaoli."
I smiled, "I have absolutely no relationship with her. It's only when we talk about us that I get all worked up."
My aunt scolded me again, "I have no relationship with you, you little rascal!"
At this moment, her lower body was also slowly getting aroused, noticeably wetter. So, while my aunt and I
flirted and teased each other, our lower bodies began to thrust in and out again.
This time, neither of us was very excited. Taking advantage of talking about Xiaoli, each thrust was very
gentle and calm.
As we were doing it, the sound of firecrackers drifted from the village in the distance. Curious, I straightened up to look down
into the village and see which house it was. My aunt, worried I'd fall, slowly knelt down behind me
, supporting herself with her arms. She then placed her hands on the wall beside the house, allowing her to peek out.
I, of course, followed behind her, moving in a perfect doggy-style position, supporting myself against the wall to ease her
burden.
Several strings of firecrackers went off in the village, presumably for a baby birth or something. After that,
it quieted down, and my aunt and I were getting into the swing of things.
My aunt said she was a little cold, so I pulled a sheet over her. Under the starry sky, we
looked at the distant scenery, and I thrust into my aunt from behind, doing
something I shouldn't have been doing, and for a moment, it felt strangely poetic.
At that moment, I suddenly felt a strange feeling towards my aunt that I had never had before. I realized that
the aunt I was currently having sex with shouldn't be mine; she was someone else's wife, and moreover, my own aunt.
Thinking this, I couldn't help but look around, as if afraid someone would see us. But
there was no light at all, and we were at the highest point in the village, quite a distance apart. Who would suspect that we were making
love inappropriately here?
I examined the body kneeling in front of me from behind. From the heat of her genitals, I could tell
she was enjoying herself. She was leaning against the half-meter-high wall, half-closing her eyes as she looked at the scenery below. She
had no idea what I was thinking.
At this moment, having sex with her from behind felt like a natural thing to do, but I could still feel that I
was possessing someone else's woman, deriving pleasure from the awkwardness and frenzy of another man's wife's sexual arousal. What was
even more stimulating was that she was my own aunt, my mother's younger sister.
I couldn't help but recall the expression on her face when I secretly watched her with my uncle.
The disappointment, helplessness, and unhappiness she felt when her uncle failed to satisfy her.
And now, she was covered in my thick, sticky semen and vaginal fluids, and I was
raping this woman, my uncle's woman, on my rooftop—this
aunt who had watched me grow up, 23 years my senior!
Thinking of this, I felt an even stronger urge to possess her completely, and my lower body grew stronger. I began
to thrust violently. My aunt, who was admiring the night view, sensed the difference in my actions, assuming I was
aroused again. During my relentless assault, she murmured "Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng,"
stimulating my senses.
She tried to get back onto the bed, matching my thrusts, but I pushed harder
, preventing her from doing so. My aunt seemed about to cry: "Let me get down, let me continue! What's wrong with you? Are you crazy?" Then
I bit her shoulder lightly: "Auntie, I want to be your uncle!" My aunt's voice trembled with tears. "Let me down,
aren't you already your uncle?"
she cried. Hearing this, I stopped insisting, and we went back to the bed. My aunt was now
completely aroused by my earlier actions. She moved while scolding me: "You've been your uncle for a long time! You
scared me earlier, what haven't I given you?"
I pressed down on her, thrusting: "I want you to call me brother too!"
I had expected her to refuse, but with each powerful thrust, she cried out: "
Brother, you're so amazing!"
Her cry intensified the pleasure from her thick, loose, yet deep and hot vagina.
Each time, my penis reached the very end. Her full buttocks gave me an intense sensation, and because
my entire penis could now penetrate, each thrust felt like the head of my penis was entering a narrow circle
, making me wonder if it was reaching my uterus.
I asked her, "Auntie, it feels like there's a circle inside?" By this time, my aunt was almost at her limit. Her face flushed, she
scolded me: "That's because of the IUD! Your uncle has never been able to handle it, you're too long!"
(I secretly chuckled: I'm much better than my uncle; I can enjoy my aunt's deepest pleasure.) Not many thrusts later, my aunt
reached another climax, a contraction even more intense than before, and she ejaculated. By then, I was almost exhausted too
, and amidst my aunt's pleasurable yet slightly painful moans, I pressed my buttocks tightly against
hers and ejaculated again.
After our second encounter, we embraced, casually chatting about our feelings. I pulled the
blanket over us, thinking about the wonderful days ahead where we could continue our intimacy, and soon
I fell into a deep sleep, completely satisfied. The night passed uneventfully.
The next morning, although we were both exhausted, neither of us slept in. We went down to the old courtyard,
ate breakfast with everyone, and then began our day's farm work.
In front of our family, we both behaved impeccably. We both knew we couldn't let anyone see anything
, and keeping things peaceful was the best option.
That night, as expected, we made love on the roof again. Because the eldest brother said he would
only feature the story if it was all written out, and it was similar to previous stories, I'll omit 3000 words here. Please understand, brothers.
The third day, we got up early again. Although we were both very tired, neither of us slept in. We went down
to the old courtyard, ate with everyone, and then started another day of farm work.
It was an extremely hot day, probably the hottest day of the month. By 10 a.m., it
was unbearably hot. We ate a quick lunch, and those who were supposed to take a nap went to rest, while those who were supposed to go out to play went
out to play. Mom took my aunt to her room to talk. I had nothing to do, so I went back to the new courtyard upstairs by myself.
Because I was thinking that my aunt hadn't showered for two days since arriving in the village, and there was no bathroom at home, she'd only just
wipe herself down. She's so clean, she must really want to shower, but it's too inconvenient in the old courtyard
. I had to think of a solution for her in the upstairs yard.
I looked around the yard and saw some of the large grain vats that used to be in the house;
one was empty. I moved it to the sun in the main courtyard. A small pressure dam had already been set up in the yard.
I pumped water from the well myself into a basin, cleaned the empty jar, and then
filled it with water, basin by basin. It exhausted me.
Around 4 pm, we went to the fields again. I didn't say anything; labor is glorious, so I started working again
. In the evening, we did the same things in the old courtyard, so I won't write about them.
After dinner, because it was so hot, my aunt wanted to go back to the new courtyard to cool off. She even brought
a kettle of hot water to wipe it up. My mother knew it was cooler up there than down there, so she didn't keep my aunt
. I naturally followed her up, helping her fetch water while secretly pleased with myself for what I'd done that day.
On the way, the mountain breeze felt much more comfortable than in the old courtyard, and there were people everywhere in the village seeking
respite from the heat.
As Mom and my aunt walked by, they greeted familiar faces from time to time. People kept asking me
how my exams went, and Mom proudly replied, "Next semester I'll be going to a top high school in the city!" Everyone
started praising me for being so promising.
Others asked my aunt about the middle school in town and about getting into a prestigious high school. So
they kept stopping to talk, which I thought was a waste of time.
Seeing the houses upstairs, Mom took my younger sister and headed back to the village. There wasn't much to do up there, and coming back down
would be tiring. Plus, she still needed to tidy up the house. Before going down, she gave me a few instructions, saying that my aunt
was going back tomorrow and wanted me to talk to her a little longer so she could tell me how to study in high school.
I was surprised: "Auntie, are you going back tomorrow?"
My aunt turned around and smiled: "Your uncle and brother came back today. They just called. If it weren't
so late, I would have left today."
Now I was really annoyed. It turned out this was the last night. No wonder she wanted to wash up;
she was going back early tomorrow morning.
Now it was just my aunt and me going up. When there were other people, I always followed behind them
, but now, looking back, they were already fading into the distance, and the road was getting darker. I quickened my pace and walked alongside my aunt
.
I carried the kettle in one hand and gestured to her with the other. She gave me her hand and let
me pull her up the stairs. As we walked, I asked her, "Auntie, can't we stay?"
My aunt smiled and said, "Your uncle is back, and there are children too. I have to go back, otherwise the house won't
look right." "Don't be angry," she said, "I'm staying with you tonight. Haven't you had enough these past few days?"
I said, "No, even spending every day with you isn't enough."
Actually, it wasn't far. The new house was right next to the village; it was just on a higher hill, so we took a longer route
. We talked as we walked up the mountain hand in hand. It felt as
natural as a husband leading his wife home.
She moved against me, the rain was getting heavier, but my aunt ignored it and
moved even more vigorously against me. Gradually, her hair got wet, and water started streaming down her skirt and onto our bed
.
But my aunt seemed completely unconcerned. By this time, I was slowly aroused by her.
She was going down the mountain tomorrow, and I certainly couldn't let her be unhappy, so I tried to sit up by supporting myself on my arms. She
hugged me tightly and kissed my face in the rain.
I responded, of course. After sitting like that for a while, I forcefully rolled her backward, trying not to
withdraw my penis from her body, and pressed myself against her.
Then, another flash of lightning illuminated my aunt's breasts and nipples through her soaked skirt
. I bent down and, through the fabric, kissed and bit them in the rain, while thrusting harder into
her body.
The rain intensified, but my aunt showed no sign of stopping. I felt myself reaching my
limit again.
I really didn't want to pull out, knowing she was far from satisfied. I had no choice but to
pretend to accidentally slip out during one withdrawal. Before she could finish, I had already
kissed my way down her thighs from her lower abdomen to her genitals.
I didn't care whether it was my semen or her vaginal fluid; it
was already soaking wet. I passionately kissed her private parts, the scents of the various fluids washed away by the rain
.
Then I turned around and straddled my aunt's face. Sure enough, she grabbed me
and guided me to her mouth, swallowing and spitting me
out. We both quickly became excited, feeling a surge of energy in each other's lower bodies. Then we both swallowed each other's fluids.
This was the second time I had come in my aunt's mouth tonight, and she had swallowed my semen twice.
I was very satisfied. At this moment, I turned around and leaned against my aunt's chest, wanting to shield her from the rain. Then, in a
flash, I saw that my aunt's face was covered with tears. I checked with my lips; it was indeed
tears, not rain or sweat.
I nervously kissed my aunt's face: "Auntie, why are you crying?"
Hearing me lean over her and ask her, my aunt could no longer hold back and finally cried out.
Perhaps my aunt was afraid I'd see her crying, so she only sobbed quietly. But now that
I'd seen it anyway, she let go of her pent-up emotions and cried harder and harder.
For a moment, I was truly at a loss. My aunt had never acted like this in front of me before. I
was immediately terrified and tried to lift her off the soaked mattress, but she lay there
uncooperative. Tears welled up in my own eyes.
Although I didn't know the reason, I was certain that my aunt's sadness was
related to me.
Suddenly, very close to our heads, a bolt
of lightning seemed to tear the sky apart, followed by a deafening roar of thunder.
In that brief moment of brightness, I saw clearly the disheveled state of my aunt and me, and my aunt was clearly also affected by the thunder .
Startled, she immediately sat up and hugged my waist, as if wanting to shrink her entire body into my arms.
And so, we sat tightly embraced on the now-flooded mattress, her
head buried in my chest, remaining motionless for at least half an hour.
I could only hold her quietly; in that moment, I felt no more impulse or desire for her,
only boundless tolerance, doubt, and a touch of guilt.
The rain didn't stop just because my aunt and I were together. Gradually, I could no longer feel
the coolness of the initial rain; instead, it was a bone-chilling cold.
I had no choice but to let the rain wash over me and my aunt, who was unable to escape its reach,
as if it were cleansing our souls to strengthen our bond. I hugged my aunt even tighter;
a slight warmth was spreading through her. My aunt, perhaps feeling the same way, pressed herself even closer to me.
Finally, the thunder faded into the distance, but the rain intensified. Just as I was wondering how to comfort my
aunt, she broke the silence first.
She reached out and hugged my neck, lifted her head, and kissed me on the cheek: "Feng, can you carry
me downstairs? The rain is too heavy, Auntie is cold!"
At that moment, I naturally wanted the same thing, so I simply said "okay." I mustered all my strength
and lifted my aunt horizontally from the ground. Her posture didn't change; she still held my neck, trying her best to cooperate with my
movements to help me stand up.
Then, I didn't care about cleaning up the blankets on the floor and slowly made my way downstairs.
Because carrying my aunt was already quite strenuous, I went very slowly and carefully. My aunt was
very understanding and didn't move. I clung to my resolve, determined to carry her inside before putting her down.
But things didn't go as planned. On the last step, my foot slipped, and I almost fell
. My aunt, however, used the momentum to her advantage and stood up.
Seeing me standing there, looking embarrassed and even ashamed, my aunt tapped my forehead
: "Serves you right for showing off! You had to carry me downstairs!"
Then, ignoring me, she turned and ran back into the house, chuckling to herself.
Watching her retreating figure, I felt incredibly annoyed. Didn't you ask me to carry you down? How
come I'm showing off again?
But when I realized she had run off laughing, my mood instantly improved, and I
hurried after her. When I entered the house, my aunt had already taken off her soaking wet dress, which was clinging to her body .
She threw the dress into a basin to soak while drying herself with a towel
.
Seeing me come in, she didn't try to hide anything, smiling at me and saying, "Take off your wet clothes and put them in the basin
; I'll wash you too."
At this moment, I was naturally very obedient. I quickly threw my wet clothes into the basin,
and my aunt came over with a towel to wipe my body. Of course, I took the opportunity to hug her and gently touch her. My aunt
just twisted her body slightly and then stretched out her arms to embrace me naked.
The feeling at that moment was quite warm and peaceful; you could say that silence spoke louder than words. After hugging like
that for a while, my aunt gently pushed me away: "You should lie down on the bed and rest for a while. I'll wash the clothes."
I insisted on pulling her into the inner room with me, but she didn't want to, so I had to give in to her.
Luckily, it was too hot this evening, and we didn't bring all the bedding upstairs when we went to sleep, otherwise, we would
have been wet and there would be no way to sleep. I spread out the blankets on the bed and lay there watching
my aunt wash the clothes naked from the inner room door. She simply rinsed them with water a few times, then hung them on the rope in the outer room,
went to urinate, and then went into the inner room.
Seeing me staring at her, she blushed and quickly walked a few steps, got on the bed,
pulled a sheet over herself, and then pinched my waist hard: "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen your aunt
before?" Of course, I knew she wasn't really angry, so I didn't explain. I reached out and pulled the sheet off her
, covering myself with it. Naturally, my aunt reached out to accept me. When our
bodies were pressed together, I began to feel like I finally understood what love was.
My first instinct was to press myself against her, but she wouldn't let me. Instead,
she had me lie flat on my back, leaning half her body over me, pressing her face against my chest, as if trying to feel my heartbeat.
For a moment, we seemed to enter a frozen world.
After a few minutes of calm, my aunt let out a long sigh, looked up at me, and asked, "Xiaofeng, do you like
your aunt?"
I hugged her even tighter: "Yes, I love you the most, Auntie."
My aunt's expression became somewhat unnatural: "But you know you can't like your aunt, understand?"
I didn't quite understand what she meant, so I asked her back: "Why can't I like my aunt?
" My aunt thought for a moment and said: "I'm your aunt, your elder..." I didn't let her finish and interrupted: "
I don't care, I know my aunt is good to me!"
She tapped my head with her finger, then sat up and said to me very solemnly: "You, don't you
understand anything? What we're doing is incest, it will be punished, aren't you afraid?"
I asked back: "What punishment?"
My aunt sat there hugging her legs, and continued in a low voice: "What we're doing is against ethics,
if people find out, according to the old rules, we'll be drowned in a pig cage, and we'll be struck by lightning..." As she said
this, she seemed to be losing control of her emotions, and her voice trembled with tears: "Auntie is actually very sad
, Auntie knows she shouldn't continue like this with you, but Auntie can't help thinking about you."
At that moment, I didn't want to listen anymore. I pounced on her, pinned her down,
and then looked into her eyes and said, "Auntie, since we're already like this, if we're careful, no one will know
. As for being struck by lightning, look, the thunder outside has stopped, which means God doesn't want to separate us."
Looking at my aunt's eyes, which seemed to be glistening with tears again and were slightly swollen from crying,
I said, "Even God has agreed to let us be together, Auntie, I want you to marry me! I'm not afraid of anything!"
My aunt shook her head, tears already streaming down her face, and said, "You little rascal, I've already made a mistake with you, how
can I marry you?"
Seeing my aunt's tears, I panicked and wiped them away, saying, "Auntie, I know it's
my fault, but I really want you to marry me."
My aunt looked at me with her red, tear-filled eyes, looking deeply into my eyes, and said, "Actually, it's all my fault
. I shouldn't have set this bad precedent for you."
I quickly said, "No, it's my fault, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have let you marry me..." Hearing this, my aunt
was moved and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back just as tightly. These few words
completely dispelled the lingering tension between us.
As I savored the fragrance of my aunt's hair, she said in a soft, seductive voice, "If you really want
me to marry you, I can... but I have two conditions."
I was surprised, but I pretended to be calm and said, "Go ahead, Auntie.
First, you must listen to me and not neglect your studies, then I'll still be with you; second,
if you can get into university in three years, I'll agree to marry you.
" What could I say at that moment? Having received my aunt's promise, I was so excited I couldn't control myself
. I closed my eyes and kissed her.
Perhaps because of what she had just said, or perhaps because we had just experienced something incredible together, this
time the feeling was particularly intoxicating, and my aunt was more gentle and responsive than before.
Soon, my lower body became incredibly hard again.
My aunt felt it too; her body became limp, and her body slowly warmed up.
I played with her breasts for a while, then sucked on them a few times, slowly kissing downwards until I reached
her lower body. Although I've had so many playful arguments with my aunt, I
've never truly appreciated her lower body so intently before.
I carefully kissed her genitals, pausing to examine this beautiful place closely.
My aunt's full thighs were laid out before me, and I stroked them up and down, her beautiful body fully displayed
before me.
Her upper body featured two breasts I knew all too well and could never tire of looking at, while her lower body had sparse pubic
hair, neatly arranged in an inverted triangle, quite different from my own.
I parted my aunt's thighs, and between her legs, I saw a brown slit; I knew that
was a woman's vulva. I studied my aunt's genitals, comparing them to my memory, and found
the labia majora and minora, the clitoris. I even took a deep breath of her scent. So fragrant!
During this process, my aunt only moaned a few times; I knew she had completely opened herself up and given herself to me.
Desire surged within me again. My aunt was waiting for me to make love to her, and of course I couldn't let her down
... I lay on top of her, kissing and caressing her for a while until my penis was so throbbing I couldn't stand it anymore, and
then I began my assault.
I first used my mouth to foreplay on her lower body, then propped myself up and thrust hard, my penis
entering that wonderful place again.
She was wet and tightly wrapped around me, a feeling that was incredibly ecstatic.
I began to move rhythmically, my movements becoming quite skilled and precise through the practice of the past few days, because
I had learned how to move to make both of us feel the most comfortable.
Then I glanced at my aunt and saw her biting her lip, her brows furrowed, as if she was enduring something.
I excitedly kissed her face.
When I kissed her lips, her furrowed brows relaxed, and her tongue began to passionately intertwine with mine
, more passionate than ever before, and a moan escaped her throat. So that's why my aunt was holding
back her moans.
With each powerful thrust, her breathing and moans grew stronger, and I felt the urge to ejaculate several times
. Luckily, I'm not a novice anymore; I have some experience controlling ejaculation, and
I managed to resist the urge.
After countless thrusts, my aunt was soaking wet. Suddenly, she hugged me tightly,
her lower body contracting violently. She seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and went limp again. I
knew she had another orgasm, so I stopped resisting and began thrusting deeply as I pleased.
Finally, I couldn't hold back the urge to explode any longer, and a stream of semen shot
deep into my aunt's body like a bullet. Exhausted,
I lay on top of her, panting, while she lay limply as well.
After a long while, I noticed my aunt had opened her eyes and was looking at me. There was something complex in her eyes that made me
uneasy.
I whispered, "Auntie, was it good?"
My aunt pretended to be angry: "Now you've hurt me again."
I knew she was referring to her lower body pain, and said apologetically, "It's all my fault, I hurt you."
My aunt looked at the ceiling and said, "I want to be with you too, but these past few days, it's just been too much."
At that moment, both my aunt and I felt a damp
, cold sensation where our lower bodies were joined. Looking apart, we saw that our lower bodies were almost completely soaked; a large wet
patch covered the sheets, our bodily fluids mixed, making our pubic hair stick together in clumps. My previously erect penis was now limp and listless.
The rain outside hadn't completely stopped, and inside, my aunt and I were too exhausted to
continue. After confirming that we were completely unable to continue, we quietly held each other and kissed for a long time,
caressing each other's bodies. It could be said that only then did my aunt truly begin to see me as her man
.
Later, when I was so sleepy that I was about to fall asleep, my aunt got up again, fetched some cold water, mixed it with the hot water she had brought up
, washed herself, put on her underwear, and because it was already cold inside, she pulled over a sheet, wrapped herself up with me, and we went to
sleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, although I felt a bit of a headache and my body was very weak, I still got up and accompanied my aunt to the old
courtyard for a meal. My family and I then saw her off to the edge of the village, watching her get on the bus and go home so the whole family could reunite.
I had thought that with my aunt's promise, I could spend the rest of the holiday with her as I pleased, but the reality
was quite the opposite, not what I expected at all.
About a week later, my aunt called, saying that the school was going to
hold a celebration for a few of us students who had been admitted to key universities, and that school leaders would be attending
. She said those students had already been treated, and we should also give a gift.
Actually, everyone knew that, frankly, the school leaders wanted the parents to treat everyone, ostensibly a
teacher appreciation banquet, a good way for everyone to connect.
Of course, I was happy to have a reason to go down the mountain and see my aunt. I even immediately felt a surge of
heat and desire, and my aunt's snow-white body flashed before my eyes.
In this situation, my parents naturally wouldn't refuse. They prepared at home, bringing some local products and
money for the trip. At the agreed time, they accompanied me, who was already considered a top student in the village, down
the mountain to my aunt's house in town.
My aunt, uncle, and younger cousin were all home, and I was slightly disappointed. But my aunt and uncle clearly
valued this gathering, saying they had already booked the food at a restaurant in town and that my parents didn't need to worry.
My mother, of course, refused, insisting on giving the money to my aunt so she could handle everything.
At first, I was the center of everyone's attention and conversation, but soon I realized that
in their eyes I was still a child.
During the meal, the adults naturally did the talking. My uncle introduced my father to the school leaders and homeroom
teacher, and they soon started drinking together, playing drinking games.
My aunt, mother, and Ms. Liu, who had been invited, were chatting about everyday things when I realized
I hadn't seen Xiaoli for several days. I think I heard from her after the exams.
Right, she passed the exams too, didn't she? Did she treat everyone? She probably did; her mother is a teacher at the school
, so her connections are there. I heard from them that to prevent Xiaoli from getting back in touch with Lao Peng, they sent Xiaoli
, her father, and her uncle to drive cars out of town—which, for her, was really just a trip.
This conversation led Ms. Liu to ask me about Lao Peng, and about Xiaoli and Lao Peng
, telling me to tell her anything. I naturally nodded in agreement.
The scene of Lao Peng and Xiaoli going to see a movie that night flashed before my eyes, and I
suddenly thought of Ms. Wang.
Speaking of Teacher Wang, I really didn't have the guts to contact her first. Although we
had sex before my aunt, in terms of feelings, I don't think we had much of a relationship. Who knows if she'll admit it or not.
Besides, I know we're not from the same world, and I even think she's a bit too promiscuous.
Haha, that's just that unbalanced feeling in a man's heart.
After the banquet, because my dad had drunk a bit too much, I had to go home with my mom
, so I didn't get any chance to contact my aunt.
This trip down the mountain was rather depressing. I guess the only gain was knowing that Xiaoli wasn't
home, but I'm not Lao Peng, so what does that mean to me?
I went to town a few more times afterward to play with my classmates and also deliberately went to my aunt's house, but
either she wasn't home, or I couldn't find an opportunity to be alone with her.
The most we exchanged were fleeting glances, but I couldn't sense any fire in her heart. I
couldn't help but wonder, it seems my uncle has been behaving quite well these past few days, satisfying my aunt. How has he been doing to
her?
I didn't have a chance to touch her again during the entire holiday, so these two months
were really meaningless to me.
The memories from that time are no longer very vivid, so I won't fill in the blanks here, lest
you feel as annoyed as I did.
Time is the fairest thing; it passes by second by second, whether you like it or not.
Life was mundane, without the usual good or bad events in novels. Most of my days consisted of
eating, sleeping, watching TV, maybe doing some chores, but more often than not, I wondered
if we could keep the promises my aunt made to me.
I used to feel happy during holidays, but this holiday I just couldn't enjoy myself. No matter what I did,
I seemed preoccupied, somewhat lost and confused.
Everyone at home said I was under too much pressure, telling me to rest more, have fun, and try to ease my mind.
They wanted me to meet up with my classmates and go out more, like before.
But only I knew that I was acting this way because my desires weren't being met. Every night when I slept alone,
I would think about my aunt, about the things we did together, about every little thing she did.
Don't laugh, but during those days, I learned to
masturbate while thinking about my time with my aunt.
Finally, the long two-month vacation was over. I waited and waited every day, but I still couldn't
actually be intimate with my aunt again. But the day I had to go to the city to attend a top school had finally arrived.
I was about to embark on a new journey to completely leave this mountain. My aunt had given me three years
. Regardless of whether she could keep it, I had to fulfill her promise
first. On the day I registered, my aunt called and told me to pack my bags. She and Xiaoli's parents
would drive up the mountain to pick me up.
My mother thanked me profusely, but I didn't really appreciate it. Wasn't she just trying to get me to
tell them more about Xiaoli and Lao Peng later?
Anyway, when the car arrived, my parents put my luggage in. Since my aunt
was going with me, they weren't going.
The adults said a few more things, gave me some instructions, and then solemnly set off a string of firecrackers in front of the villagers.
Amidst the gazes and envy of onlookers, the car slowly drove out of the village.
The car had three rows of seats. Xiaoli's father was the driver, a chubby man sat in the front passenger seat,
Teacher Liu and her aunt sat in the middle row, and Xiaoli, the chubby girl from Class Two, and I sat in the back. Because
I got on last, I sat on the far right.
The chubby girl had appeared a few times by now, so I'll give her a name; you guys can call her Xiaoyan'er
.
The three of us sat in the back, the same seats as when we went to the exam. Only those
usually flamboyant good students were gone. Of course, classmates joked around when they met, and I naturally learned that
Xiaoyan'er's father was in the front passenger seat.
Besides, we were already acquaintances, and we'd be classmates for the next three years, so they both seemed quite happy. Xiaoli no longer had that pesky feeling towards me, and Xiaoyan'er didn't have 　　any bad feelings
towards me to begin with , so the whole journey was pleasant and filled with laughter. 　　Upon arriving at school, we first completed the registration procedures. Xiaoli and I were assigned to Class 6, while the chubby girl 　　, Xiaoyan, was assigned to Class 5. Seeing her unhappy expression, Xiaoli and I laughed so hard we couldn't stand up straight. They were even 　　in neighboring classes! We paid the fees, met the homeroom teacher, were assigned dormitories, received the supplies for military training, and 　　so on. Everything was almost settled, and it was almost lunchtime. 　　Since today was just registration, the adults called the three of us to get in the car, saying it was pre-arranged; Xiaoyan 　　's father was treating us to a big meal at a very upscale restaurant in the city. 　　When the car reached the main gate of the school, it stopped again to pick up someone. However, as soon as she got in 　　the car, I felt a little dizzy. Guess who it was? It was Teacher Wang! 　　As soon as she got on the bus, she wanted to squeeze in with her aunt and Teacher Liu, but both Teacher Liu and her aunt were quite plump 　　, and Teacher Liu could even be described as overweight, making it difficult for two people to squeeze in. 　　In the back, apart from Xiao Yan who was a bit plump, Xiao Li and I were both slim, so it was 　　more spacious. Teacher Wang squeezed me closer to Xiao Li, sitting right next to me on my right 　　. 　　For a moment, the touch from her right side, combined with the light fragrance emanating from Teacher Wang, made me 　　feel a little overwhelmed. 　　Now, Xiao Li was sitting to my left, Teacher Wang to my right, and my aunt in front of me. How do you think I felt 　　? 　　I wanted to switch seats with Teacher Wang, but the adults in front said it would only 　　take a few minutes, so I could just squeeze in for a while. So 　　I just sat there, eyes downcast, minding my own business. 　　When we arrived at the restaurant, eight people fit perfectly at one table. Xiao Yan'er's father wanted to express his gratitude, so he naturally requested an 　　air-conditioned private room. Despite everyone's insistence on not ordering too much, he still ordered a table full 　　of fine food and wine that they definitely couldn't finish. At least at that time, I thought it was a very good banquet. 　　Actually, it's understandable. He was the least cultured person there, and his family had no 　　connection to the education sector. Moreover, there were three teachers present, and Teacher Wang might be able to help them at the No. 1 Middle School in the future 　　, so he, being the wealthiest, was quite generous at this moment. 　　The city is indeed a big place, and efficiency is high. Soon, the food and wine were served. The men ordered beer, and 　　the women ordered juice, both poured in large draft beer glasses. 　　For a while, the private room was filled with the clinking of glasses and the exchange of toasts. At first, the adults talked about how the three of them should 　　help each other more and exchange ideas on learning. 　　As they talked, Auntie, Teacher Wang, and Teacher Liu naturally started gossiping about women, while the 　　two men also clinked glasses, played drinking games, and chatted about everything under the sun. The only ones actually eating were the three of us, the original 　　main characters. 　　Xiaoli and Xiaoyan naturally had plenty to talk about, while I mostly just sat there pretending to be a 　　child. 　　At first, I mostly listened and answered the adults' questions, until Xiaoli's father, who had to 　　drive, refused to drink more, while Xiaoyan's father persisted. That's when my value became apparent. 　　I was meeting Xiaoyan's father for the first time, but he clearly knew my name. Seeing that Xiaoli's father wasn't 　　cooperating, he loudly and directly called on me: "Xiaofeng, right? We've just met, how about a drink with your uncle?" 　　As soon as he said this, he poured me a large glass, and everyone's eyes immediately focused 　　on me. I didn't notice anything amiss with the others, but I immediately sensed that this was the first time Teacher Wang 　　was truly acknowledging my presence. 　　My aunt naturally chimed in, "Xiaofeng is still a child, how can he finish such a large glass?" 　　But that guy wouldn't have it: "What 'little kid'? You'll be an adult in the city from now on, 　　don't you think?" 　　And wouldn't you know it, Xiaoli's dad chimed in, "Yes, yes!" Xiaoli, sitting across from me, started egging me on: " 　　If you don't drink, you're not my classmate! Xiaofeng can hold his liquor!" 　　After saying this, she clearly remembered the times we'd drunk at Teacher Wang's house and with Lao Peng outside 　　. As our eyes met, she immediately realized her mistake, blushed, gave me an embarrassed 　　smile, and went to talk to Xiaoyan to cover it up. At this point, I had no way out. So I drank. 　　I couldn't lose face today. This little bit of alcohol wasn't a big deal. 　　What he said made sense; I'd be an adult from now on, and these kinds of situations were inevitable. I might as well 　　learn from this. Besides, a woman was watching my performance. 　　Having made my decision, I picked up my glass and stood up: "Uncle, I'll toast you!" 　　Then, I tossed my head back and chugged it all down in one gulp. Watching me finish, Xiaoli and Xiaoyan even 　　applauded. I imitated the adults, turning my glass upside down for everyone to check, which gave me a chance to observe 　　everyone's expressions. 　　Xiaoyan's father was naturally very pleased with my performance. While drinking his own glass, he kept 　　praising me to Xiaoli's father: "See? This kid's better than you, haha!"

On Xiaoli's face, I saw mostly schadenfreude. As for Xiaoyan, I'd
never really looked at her closely before. Now that I did, I realized she was quite pretty, just
a little doll-like with all her plumpness. I can't quite place her expression.
Teacher Wang glanced at me, seemingly unmoved, but there was something indescribable in her eyes that
made my heart flutter.
My aunt, on the other hand, didn't give me any hint of anything. She immediately scolded me: "Don't drink too much! You
can't go back to school this afternoon. Today's your first day!"
Then she poured me another full glass: "Come on, let's have another drink! If you need money later
, just borrow from Xiaoyan. She has plenty of pocket money!
" Hearing that annoyed me. I wasn't short of money for food, so why should I ask her? But
I really didn't expect that I'd actually have to borrow money from Xiaoyan someday—not borrow, but use it.
That's a story for another time.
At this point, my energy was also ignited. I drank, raised my glass and clinked it with his, downing it in one gulp.
But this time it wasn't in one go; I took several sips. Heh.
This guy was really something else. He'd already drunk at least two large glasses with Xiaoli's dad, and now he
'd drunk two more, and he even poured himself three more glasses, wanting to finish with me.
Then my aunt got upset again, giving me meaningful glances, but I was fearless, so I went for it.
After those three large glasses, I really started to feel dizzy. That's not how you drink! The glasses were way too
big, and with how fast I was drinking, I was a little disoriented.
Nothing serious happened, but I knew I couldn't drink anymore, so I just slumped onto the table and refused to drink with him anymore.
My aunt was relieved to see I wasn't drinking anymore and was alright. It seems I drank a little more with everyone
, but only a small sip each time. I went to the bathroom for a while, and drank a little less then.
It was almost 3 PM, and since Teacher Wang had to work in the afternoon, everyone prepared to
leave the private room on time.
Xiao Yan's father went to pay the bill, and by then my drunkenness was quite obvious. Xiao Li's father, knowing I
had drunk for him, helped me out to his car first, and my aunt naturally followed to check if I was
alright.
Then Xiao Li's father went back to get the drinks they hadn't finished. In the car, my aunt was about to scold me
, but I grabbed her hand and wouldn't let go. Seeing my state, she sighed and did
n't say anything more, letting me hold her hand.
A little while later, everyone came out, and my aunt shook off my hand and sat up straight.
At this moment, Teacher Wang came over and, seeing my condition, said, "Xiao Feng shouldn't go back to school this afternoon;
it'll be bad for him.
How about this, Sister Xiu, you and Xiao Feng go to my house, let him sleep for a while, and he'll be fine."
Everyone else naturally had no objections, but they all got into the car.
When the car arrived at Teacher Wang's building, no one wanted to go upstairs. They waited in the car for Teacher Wang to come down. So,
Teacher Wang walked ahead, and my aunt helped me upstairs.
According to the original plan, everyone except Teacher Wang was supposed to go shopping in the afternoon
, mainly to buy clothes for Xiao Li and Xiao Yan. My aunt had also planned to go, but given my
condition, she stayed to take care of me. When we got to Teacher Wang's house, she and my aunt put me on the sofa.
She turned on the air conditioner and said to my aunt, "We have everything here, use whatever you need. You
can rest in my room for a while. Don't leave today, you two can have a good chat tonight."
My aunt and Teacher Wang chatted briefly for a bit, then Teacher Wang got into the car and drove off.
Actually, I wasn't really fast asleep, just a little unsteady on my feet. I knew everything in my mind;
I heard everything they said.
As soon as Teacher Wang left, my aunt poured two glasses of water and placed them on the coffee table next to the sofa before going to
the bathroom. I had intended to lie there and sleep for a while, but
the sound of my aunt urinating from the bathroom made me restless.
I called out, "Auntie, Auntie!"
Thinking I had fallen or something, she rushed out: "What's wrong, Xiaofeng ? Are you
feeling unwell?"
I tried to sit up, but couldn't: "Auntie, I need to pee! I'm about to burst!"
My aunt, of course, thought I was completely out of control, and quickly helped me up,
putting my arm around her neck and leading me to the bathroom, saying, "Wait a minute, this is Teacher Wang's
house, we can't get it dirty!"
In the bathroom, I clung tightly to her arm, deliberately pressing my weight upwards
, while trying to undo my pants with my other hand, but I couldn't. Frustrated, I leaned against the wall, panting heavily
.
Seeing my discomfort, the slight estrangement between my aunt and me from not being together for almost two months,
and the unpleasantness from when I drank recklessly because I didn't listen to her, all vanished. She finally gave in.
While supporting me to prevent me from falling, she reached out to unbuckle my belt and
pulled my penis out from under my underwear.
Because I had one arm around her shoulder and the other against the wall, she wanted to let go but was afraid I would wet my pants
or something else, so she simply held my penis still.
As my urge to urinate subsided, the sensation from her hand became more pronounced,
and the temperature, hardness, and length of my penis began to change in her hand.
With these changes, I also felt my aunt's body heat up; from the side, I
could see that familiar blush returning to her face. However, because of her air of superiority, she still intentionally
kept her distance from me.
Having not tasted meat for two months, I wasn't stupid enough to remain indifferent; I knew what I should do
... By the time the owner of this house returned from school, my aunt and I had already won several victories.
The storm had passed, the deed was done, everything was tidied up, the battlefield was cleaned up, and we sat together in the living room, calmly watching
TV for quite a while. My aunt even carefully checked every nook and cranny of the bed to make sure nothing was left behind.
Only the two of us knew that this madness after two months of separation had taken our relationship to
a new level. I knew deeply that even though my aunt appeared calm and collected towards me, her inner passion for
me was even stronger than mine, as had been fully demonstrated on Teacher Wang's bed. Teacher Wang, being incredibly intelligent, would never have realized that a passionate 　　and unforgettable illicit affair
had just taken place on her bed . It wasn't until much later that she learned what had happened, 　　and she scolded me for a long time, saying I had soiled her bed and no wonder she was always dissatisfied. 　　In the evening, everyone returned, and it was lively again with bags and packages. Teacher Wang insisted that my 　　aunt and Teacher Liu stay, but my aunt seemed a little embarrassed, saying she had children to take care of at home, and she and 　　Teacher Liu eventually took a bus back. 　　Naturally, I helped Xiaoli and Xiaoyan carry their clothes and snacks back to my new 　　school. After seeing them off to the girls' dormitory and waiting for them to go upstairs, I went back to my own dormitory. It was 　　time to get to know my classmates in this new environment. 　　A new world was about to begin to unfold before my eyes. What would high school life be like?

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