[The Privacy Behind Happy Families] (01) [Author: Flame9]

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Author: Flame9
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********** 　　... My grandparents 　　were among the first to start working, so they were all leaders in their departments or units. Naturally, 　　my parents and aunt also had very good jobs. 　　Let's not talk about corruption; in the eyes of most Chinese people, leaders who don't consider their own family members are rare. When I was only 　　seven or eight years old, everyone in my family was still working. My aunt was beautiful and already married with children 　　. She clearly looked like my grandfather, who was quite handsome. My father looked more like my grandmother; 　　because she was beautiful, he was naturally handsome too. 　　My aunt had a daughter. My uncle's family was ordinary, just average people. So my aunt often came home. 　　At that time, my family lived with my grandparents. My family's house is very large because my grandfather's workplace 　　provided him with preferential treatment, and also because of his rank. 　　My grandfather was a leader in a bureau-level unit, and my grandmother was a department head in a large hospital. My grandparents were 　　in good health, probably because of my grandfather's job. My grandmother was quite a few years younger than my grandfather and held real power, so their family's financial situation was naturally 　　excellent. 　　My father was a key employee in his unit, and since my grandfather was also from a prominent family, he was naturally quite well-off. My mother 　　initially worked as an ordinary factory worker. However, after marrying my father, her job changed 　　. She went to work in a municipal department doing some kind of sales work. It was probably a lucrative position with flexible hours, 　　and of course, this was largely due to my grandfather's influence. 　　My father... He's tall and handsome, but his professional skills and abilities are undeniable, so he travels frequently for work. You could say that 　　only my mother and uncle-in-law come from ordinary backgrounds, but my father won them over because they were beautiful. 　　Also, only my mother isn't highly educated; my grandparents are both cultured. Even my father 　　graduated from a worker-peasant-soldier university. The ages in my family are a bit mixed up, and I'll explain why later. 　　At the time, I didn't know why and didn't pay attention to it. 　　I was happy then; everyone in my family doted on me. Because of my good family background, I didn't have many playmates. I 　　mostly played alone. Only occasionally did my aunt bring my cousin over, and then I had someone to play with, 　　but my cousin was too young 　　then . I could only be held by my aunt, so I didn't really have any playmates. Speaking of my aunt 　　, we naturally have to mention my uncle. My uncle is very handsome, and my aunt is beautiful too. Because my family is well-off, my aunt was naturally 　　very picky about her partner. My uncle's family wasn't as well-off as ours, but he was handsome and knew how to get along with people. 　　My grandmother was very satisfied with my uncle, so she treated him very well. And my uncle was naturally even closer to my grandmother, 　　always eager to do chores and cook whenever he came over. 　　At first, everyone tried to persuade him not to do anything, but he did it every time, so gradually no one paid attention anymore. So 　　sometimes when my aunt's family came over, it was always my grandmother and uncle busy in the kitchen, while everyone else just 　　sat around. Only I... Occasionally, I would sneak into the kitchen and steal some of the prepared food. 　　Because I was little, even if my grandma told me not to steal, she wasn't really strict with me, and my aunt's husband 　　dared not discipline me even more. Otherwise, I would tell my aunt. Actually, I was lonely inside. Whenever I saw other 　　children my age playing outside, I wanted to go out and play with them. But every time, my family would call me back, 　　so I could only envy them. 　　On the surface, I was an obedient child, but deep down I knew what kind of child I was. I was 　　just as mischievous as other children my age, but I hid it more. I wasn't usually a talkative child. 　　So my grandparents, parents, and I all thought I was an obedient child. Back then, our family had a toilet and... A bathhouse. 　　In those days, only high-ranking officials' families could afford such a privilege. I 　　grew up in that privileged yet lonely environment. Because of my family background, no one dared to 　　play with me easily. Every day after school, I would do my homework and then play alone in my room. Although I had many toys, I longed for 　　the games played by my peers outside. 　　The monotonous daily life left me with nothing to do, so I could only tinker around at home. I searched every 　　nook and cranny, climbing up every inch of the house. I knew the roof and storage rooms better than my family did 　　. 　　All families back then were similar; many old and unused items were piled up in 　　the storage rooms. My family members rarely saw each other. My grandmother occasionally worked 　　shifts at the hospital. My father was frequently away on business trips, so it was usually just my grandfather, my mother, and me at home. 　　My mother often came home after drinking, partly for work. Because of my grandfather, our house wasn't 　　one of those houses next to neighbors; 　　it was a detached house with its own yard. I got used to everything at home. I often 　　spent my days alone, only having someone to keep me company when my grandmother was home during the day because she worked night shifts. During the day, 　　I was almost always home alone. Back then, many people my age were home alone; it was a completely different experience from what only children are like today 　　.

I had long been accustomed to the mundane routine of life. It was only one day that I noticed something unusual, which led
me to begin paying attention to other people's privacy and secrets in the years to come. It was through this that I discovered even more
secrets. I wouldn't call it precocious, but because my grandmother was a doctor, we had many medical
books at home, which naturally contained various illustrations.
For a child my age, this was quite intriguing. Naturally, I looked at many of them and learned about
the differences between men and women. I even saw many pictures of women's genitals, but of course, this didn't spark any further curiosity.
Because I was still young, I didn't pay much attention to these things, only having a vague understanding.
One evening, my grandfather was home. My grandmother, who had worked the night shift, had already prepared dinner.
After dinner with my grandfather, I played alone in the room. My mother hadn't come home from work yet, which was
normal, as she often had social engagements and would come home late, sometimes even after drinking quite a bit. That day, my father was away on business. I played with my grandfather in the same room; he was reading. 　　This was
typical on ordinary days . 　　When I got tired and sleepy from playing, I would sleep in Grandpa's room, and sometimes I would go back to my own room to 　　sleep. I rarely went back to my parents' room to sleep. Kids, naturally, when they get tired of playing and lose interest, they'll 　　go to sleep. That day was no different. I felt sleepy, so I told Grandpa and went to my 　　room to sleep. 　　I don't know what time it was, but I woke up thirsty. The room was dark. I opened my eyes, cleared my head for a while, then got up, put on 　　my shoes, and quietly opened the door and went out… There were no lights 　　in the outer room, only Grandpa's room had light. 　　I went over as usual, but when I got to Grandpa's door, I heard 　　groans coming from his room. I listened and realized it was my mother's voice. At that moment, I only thought that my mother had come home. I 　　didn't think of anything else. When I got to Grandpa's door, I found that it wasn't closed properly; 　　there was a crack. 　　I peeked through the crack. These were just subconscious actions. They weren't things I could think about or do 　　. I saw Grandpa had taken off his clothes and was bending over, thrusting repeatedly. Although I didn't know what he was 　　doing, I felt it wasn't a good thing, so I was even more careful not to make a sound. I just stood 　　through the crack and looked inside. Then I saw my mother lying on the bed, her legs spread apart. She 　　was also naked. 　　Through the crack, I could see Grandpa's hand kneading my mother's breast, and my mother was 　　moaning as if in pain. Grandpa was thrusting and kneading my mother's breast, sometimes even leaning down 　　to kiss her. Seeing this, I guessed he was having sex. Of course, I was curious about all this. I knew 　　it was wrong, but even though I knew it was wrong, I still watched for a while. Only when Grandpa got up did I quickly 　　peek again and see that his penis was still half-erect. 　　I hurriedly ran back to my room. After a while, my mother came into my room. 　　I didn't dare open my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Mom tucked me in again before turning off the light and leaving. 　　When I peeked back, Mom was already fully dressed. I fell asleep again, still puzzled. The 　　next morning, I was still secretly observing Grandpa and Mom's expressions, but I couldn't discern anything. 　　I didn't know whether to tell Grandma or Dad. I quickly forgot about it. Being a child 　　, I could forget everything when playing. It wasn't until Grandpa and Mom came home that evening that I 　　remembered what I'd discovered the night before. Of course, I didn't think about telling anyone. I quickly stopped thinking about 　　it 　　and went back to my usual life, playing wildly every day. I didn't even think about telling Dad when he came home 　　. Because of this discovery, I started paying more attention to Grandpa and Mom. Occasionally, I'd see 　　Grandpa holding Mom and kissing her, but only when no one was watching. 　　As I grew older, I naturally developed an interest in sex. Having discovered Grandpa and Mom's sexual activity, 　　I naturally became more attentive when I had nothing to do. I've seen Grandpa and Mom having sex quite a few times. 　　Sometimes, when everyone in the family is around, Grandpa will secretly kiss Mom when no one is looking. 　　He'll also put his hand inside Mom's breasts and knead them. Although it doesn't happen often, Grandma and Dad have never noticed 　　. 　　It seems Grandpa and Mom are very good at keeping it a secret. Ever since I discovered Grandpa and Mom's sex 　　, I've watched very carefully how Grandpa does it to Mom. I also observe Mom's body very closely. 　　Maybe it's because of my family's privileges, but Mom is a very beautiful woman. 　　Big breasts, beautiful eyes and eyebrows, fair skin, and a great figure. Grandpa always lies on Mom's 　　breasts and sucks on them for a long time. Because of this, I've always seen Grandpa sucking Mom's small nipples and big 　　breasts into various shapes. Mom always moans and twists her body. 　　Until the very end, Grandpa will lie on top of Mom and lick her vagina, while Mom has 　　Grandpa's penis in her mouth, licking it incessantly. Only after all this is done will Grandpa lie on top of Mom and start having sex with her. 　　After each time we finished having sex, I could feel a satisfied blush on my mother's face. I also secretly watched my parents 　　having sex, though not often, just a few times. But my father really wasn't as good at teasing and arousing as my grandfather. 　　And every time my father was on top of my mother, it felt like it was a very short time, and I never heard my mother 　　moan much. Unlike when she had sex with my grandfather, when she moaned so loudly. 　　My aunt's family often came back, and each time it was a lively affair that lasted all day or they would stay for several days. Because 　　our family was well-off and had many rooms, my aunt's family often stayed at our house for several days. 　　If my grandmother was off work, then the busiest people at home were my grandmother and my aunt's husband. At that time, my aunt's husband was probably 　　not even thirty years old yet, so he was always the one doing the cooking, while my grandmother assisted him. To be honest, 　　my aunt's husband was a good cook; every dish he made was delicious. This was also when everyone sat at the table to eat...

During meals, it's generally agreed that only Grandma and Uncle would clean up the dishes afterward
.
Grandpa would go back to his study to read and drink tea after meals. Dad and Mom would sometimes go out, I don't know
where they went. My aunt would be taking care of my little cousin. Since I couldn't go out, I stayed home.
I'd either look at picture books or play with toys, or run around aimlessly. Because my house is big
, my running around didn't bother anyone. My aunt usually stays at my house, but everyone else is
at work during the day. During the day, usually only Grandma or I would be home.
When Grandma is home, she almost always helps my aunt with the child. Occasionally, Uncle would be home too, so it
's just Grandma, my little cousin, and me all day long. Sometimes Uncle would be there too.
I don't have much patience, so I usually don't play with my little cousin; she's too young, who would play with her for long?
So only Grandma looks after my cousin. Sometimes my aunt's husband would help my grandma look after my little cousin at home. I'd
go play with my toys or draw in my novel.
Since I was still young, no one paid much attention to me, so I'd often inadvertently notice what others were doing. One day,
my aunt's family came over, and the house was bustling again. Grandma and my aunt's husband were busy in the kitchen, while Grandpa was
reading in the study. My aunt and my mom were playing with my cousin, and Dad was casually lounging on the sofa. I don't know
what season it was that day,
but they cooked a lot of dishes, and when the family ate together, all the adults drank alcohol. It seemed like they
drank quite a bit of baijiu (Chinese liquor). There was only baijiu then. It seemed only my little cousin and I didn't drink. Everyone else drank
. Everyone's face was flushed, and Dad's speech was slurred. My aunt
probably drank less because she was taking care of my little cousin. Even my mom and grandma had flushed faces. Later, I learned that my
aunt's husband was actually the biggest drinker.
But that day, he seemed to have drunk a lot as well. After dinner, everyone naturally dispersed.
Dad, having drunk too much, went back to his room with Mom. My aunt also took my little cousin to her room. Grandpa,
needless to say, went to his study after dinner. There's a bed there; he could sleep if he got sleepy. I had already finished eating, so I naturally went to
play by myself. But that day, I went to play in the storage room, which was next to the kitchen. It was piled high with unused
things, and I had carved out a small space on top of it, so no one could see me.
There was a small skylight above the storage room and the kitchen.
It was very high, but it wasn't used. However, my space was right next to that skylight,
and that's where I usually looked out to the kitchen when I hid.
The skylight glass was very dirty, and the storage room was piled high with things, so no one had ever noticed it. That day, I
went to play in that small space again, and I happened to see Grandma and my aunt's husband cleaning up the dishes. Grandma and my aunt's
husband were cleaning the dishes together, and I saw my aunt's husband standing behind Grandma and nudging her forward. Grandma seemed a
little startled and quickly stepped forward. I watched them curiously, wondering
what my aunt's husband was going to do with her.
Grandma was startled, but didn't turn around or say anything. She continued standing there, busy with her work. My
aunt's husband then pressed tightly against her back. Grandma seemed unable to move forward any further.
They just stood there, pressed close together. After a while, my aunt's husband slowly wrapped his arms around Grandma
's waist. I vaguely heard Grandma say something hurriedly, but her voice was very soft. If it were louder,
I could have heard it from above. But my aunt's husband seemed stubbornly holding onto Grandma's waist, refusing to let go. From above, I
saw that Grandma's neck had turned red. My aunt's husband whispered something in Grandma's ear. Then his
hands began to touch Grandma's breasts. Grandma didn't struggle. She just seemed to lean against my aunt's husband,
letting his hands caress her breasts outside her clothes. Then my aunt's husband began to kiss Grandma's lips.
Grandma initially seemed reluctant, shaking her head and trying to avoid him. Gradually, under my aunt's husband's advances, I saw
Grandma and my aunt's husband start kissing. After kissing for a while, I heard Grandma say, "That's enough." She added, "I'm still
playing, don't let me run in and see." Actually, they didn't know I had seen everything from upstairs.
Naturally, I didn't dare make a sound, just watched from above. Grandma and my aunt's husband then started cleaning the kitchen
again, occasionally kissing again before quickly separating.
My aunt's husband whispered, "After we finish cleaning, check if Aunt and the others are asleep. If they are, have Grandma wait for
him in another room in our house." Grandma didn't say anything. Hearing this, I naturally became curious to know
what they would do next. Taking advantage of a moment, I sneaked out of the storage room and hid in the room my aunt's husband had mentioned
.
[To be continued]

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