My cousin Dong'er

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(1)
My cousin, whom I haven't seen for many years, is coming back from the provincial capital. This news made me both excited and uneasy. Hiding in my small bedroom, I was restless and anxious, feeling the same kind of panic I had before taking an exam.
My cousin is my maternal uncle's only daughter. Her surname is Qin, her given name is Dong, and her nickname is Dong'er. When we were little, our two families lived in villages near the county town, not far apart. I was two and a half years older than my cousin. She often came over to play with me. Dong'er was pretty from a young age, with a delicate, oval face, a small nose, lovely pink lips, and big, round, watery eyes like a doll—everyone loved her. As her older brother and an only child, I naturally doted on her, treating her like a new little sister. Many corners of the small village held our laughter and mischievous footprints—catching cicadas, stealing cucumbers, catching crabs. Nature seemed to hold endless joy and treasures for us. My childhood was dreamlike and carefree, until Dong'er's family moved away.
My uncle and aunt were both very talented in business and hardworking. After more than ten years of diligent management and savings, they moved to the provincial capital when Dong'er was nine years old.
For a whole year before we moved away, Dong'er was fostered in our home. During that time, the two of us little ones huddled together on that tiny bed, now the only 1.5-meter wide bed in my bedroom. Childhood memories, fun, and innocence—they're like golden poems, forever etched in my mind. To this day, I still clearly remember that winter morning when Dong'er was taken away. The water was freezing cold. My uncle was holding Dong'er's hand, and my dad was dragging me along. The two children cried and screamed, desperately clinging to each other's red, frozen hands, their faces streaked with tears that seemed to express our reluctance to part.
I haven't seen Dong'er since then. Now it's summer vacation, I'm almost 17, and I'll be a sophomore in high school when school starts. Dong'er will be almost 15 by now. My uncle is busy with business and hasn't been back to our hometown. My mom, however, went to the provincial capital twice a few years ago and brought back some photos of Dong'er's whole family.
From the photos, it's clear that my uncle's family is well-off; their house is spacious and bright, and Dong'er wears stylish designer clothes. In contrast, our family lives in a cramped two-bedroom house built in the 1980s in the county town. My parents work for a state-owned enterprise and receive a fixed salary; they're neither starving nor hungry, and their life is uneventful.
Unfortunately, my uncle has become a womanizer since he's rich. My mom said my aunt is going through a divorce, and Dong'er couldn't stand her parents arguing, so she decided to come back for the summer vacation to clear her head.
I was also a bit vain, afraid of being looked down upon by Dong'er who had come from the big city, so I got up early to get ready, spending the whole morning getting ready and being teased by my mom several times. After all, we hadn't seen each other for so long, and even though we were close siblings when we were little, we were bound to feel awkward now, which made me a little uneasy.
"Knock, knock, knock!" A knocking sound suddenly came at the door. I immediately jumped out of bed and rushed to the door. My mom and dad came out of the kitchen. As I opened the door, a pretty girl in a plain white top, tight jeans, and pink sneakers stood gracefully at the entrance, smiling at me.
While I was still staring blankly, my mother rushed forward, grabbed my cousin's hand, turned to me, and scolded,
"Silly boy, have you never seen a beautiful girl before? Quickly help Dong'er with her luggage!" Dong'er giggled and said, "Auntie, Uncle, I can do it myself." I hurriedly took Dong'er's large suitcase, gave an awkward, silly smile. My earlier lapse in composure was not without reason; Dong'er had changed so much. When she was little, she had an oval face, short hair, and was slender. Now, she had an oval face with long, flowing hair, and her bangs partially covered her eyes, making her look charming and alluring. The 14-year-old girl had blossomed into a tender young willow branch, with a delicate, upturned nose, smooth, pink lips, and beautifully curved legs encased in tight jeans. Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled, exuding a pure yet alluring charm.
Sunlight bathed Dong'er, making her delicate, ingot-like ears appear translucent, her earlobes tinged with a fleshy red. Her dazzling, black gem-like eyes sparkled. Her naturally pure and graceful demeanor made me, a country bumpkin, pale in comparison. Even more amusingly, compared to my cousin and the class beauty I pursued at school, she seemed like nothing more than a dog's tail.
During the meal, my mother, while serving Dong'er food, grumbled, "I told you to have your brother pick you up, but you wouldn't listen. Look how much things have changed! What if you got lost?" "Auntie," Dong'er replied, "the two big white poplar trees in front of the door are the best guide. I saw them from far away. Seeing them reminded me of when my brother and I used to swing there as kids. Hehe, it's still fun to think about now." Dong'er then gave me a warm smile.
"My uncle used to dote on me. My brother wouldn't let me play, so I'd sit on the swing all day. He'd even bring me food when I was hungry. Thinking about it now, it was so wonderful."
Although Dong'er was young, she had lived in the provincial capital and was quite worldly-wise. Her witty remarks made even my usually serious father smile, his eyes crinkling with laughter.
As we were chatting, my mother suddenly remembered something and said to me, "You move to the living room tonight. I'll get you a folding bed, and Dong'er can stay in your room. The conditions aren't great, but it'll have to do." "Auntie, no need," Dong'er said calmly. "The folding bed is so short. It's okay for me, but it'll be too cramped for my brother. I'll sleep in it. There's definitely enough room for two beds in my brother's room. I'll
share a room with him; we're not strangers." My heart skipped a beat. I was a little excited. Such a beautiful girl, sharing a room with me—it felt so comfortable. I temporarily forgot that we were family.
Mom thought for a moment, then said helplessly, "Oh well, we're family, it doesn't matter. Let's just share a room then. Just be careful your brother doesn't snore, it might disturb you." "
Hehe, it's okay, I'm used to it from when I was little, I even miss it a little," Dong'er said, then winked mischievously at me.
My heart warmed, and I felt guilty for my slightly lewd thoughts earlier. Dong'er is my blood relative; any unhealthy thoughts must be nipped in the bud. It
had been a long time since our house had been filled with so much laughter. Usually, when the family eats together, Mom and Dad focus all their energy on urging me to study, leaving me overwhelmed and unable to enjoy my food. Today's meal was truly delicious, a feast for the eyes and a sweet treat for the soul, leaving me with endless aftertaste.
Happy times always seem to pass quickly. Dong'er and I chatted lightly, talking about childhood anecdotes. The awkwardness between us gradually dissipated, and the afternoon passed quickly. After a simple dinner, Dong'er went to the well to wash up. I quickly drove over and helped Dong'er pump water. The water level is shallow here, and almost every household has a well. The well water is very clear and sweet.
"Wow, it's so cool! Bro, pump more water. The tap water in the city smells so bad. I really miss life here."
"Okay, Dong'er, I'll pump more water so you can wash slowly. This well water is free. Might as well wash it."
Dong'er burst out laughing, her eyes crinkling with laughter and her eyebrows twitching. She teased me, "My dear cousin, how can you be so naive? City boys are so good at acting cool. You'll never get a girl like that, hehe."
I scratched my head, gave a silly laugh, and remained noncommittal. But to be honest, I've never gotten a girl. Turns out, I'm just bad at acting cool. Shame on me, shame on me. The class beauty I'm currently pursuing is ignoring me, leaving me completely at a loss.
Dong'er squatted by the basin, a few water droplets clinging to her hair. I swished the water down and quietly observed her. From my angle, looking down at her, I could see her fair and delicate neck completely, a glimpse of skin peeking out from her neckline. Below her delicate and beautiful collarbone, the slope gradually rose, extending towards her two mounds of flesh. Judging from their shape, they were probably my favorite kind of breasts. The two firm, ripe yet unripe peaches on her chest made my eyes burn and my heart race. After
Dong'er finished washing, I didn't think the leftover water was dirty at all and started washing myself too.
After Dong'er undressed and hid under the covers, I went into the room and saw her wearing a pink and white nightgown. The two small bags on her shoulders were so loose that they would easily fall off if she turned to the side.
I placed a small stool next to Dong'er's bed, then folded and arranged her clothes. Dong'er saw this and smiled sweetly at me, "Thank you, brother. Goodnight. I'm too tired today, I want to go to sleep early." I smiled and hummed in agreement, then turned off the light. The room was suddenly pitch black. With such a beautiful little woman beside me, falling asleep was no easy task!
Dong'er was probably tired from the journey, and soon her voice became even and soft. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, I could still vaguely see her beautiful face. On top of her clothes, I noticed a bra had been placed there. My mind went blank, and my breathing became irregular. I suddenly realized that the person in front of me was already a semi-mature girl, possessing a charm that a virgin would find hard to resist.
In the midst of my heightened arousal, a nightmarish memory suddenly surfaced in my mind. I thought I had long forgotten it, but Dong'er's appearance today brought many hazy memories back to clarity, especially that impulse that had always made me feel guilty.
I remember that year, Dong'er and I slept in the same bed. It was winter, the wind howled outside, and water froze instantly. Our home wasn't very comfortable; we only bathed every three to five days. My mom would get a big tub and use the hot water from the stove. She doted on Dong'er, always letting me bathe first before tucking me into Dong'er's bed. Don't misunderstand, she wanted me to warm the bed for Dong'er. After Dong'er finished bathing, her naked little body would crawl in, and we'd hide under one blanket watching cartoons until we got sleepy. Then I'd crawl back into my own bed to warm up again!
For the first few months, nothing seemed amiss; after all, we were still developing. But before I knew it, I was 11 years old, and my penis could get erect. Sometimes, even unintentional friction would make it stand up. This unpredictable and sporadic "symptom" terrified me. I thought it was some kind of illness, but I was too shy to tell my mom and kept enduring it.
One night, Dong'er and I were naked in bed again when I accidentally discovered that the head of my erect penis felt incredibly good against Dong'er's soft buttocks. The slightly itchy yet tingling sensation was captivating, but I didn't dare openly bump into her bottom. So I pretended to tickle her, then secretly nudged her bottom with my penis. When Dong'er was watching cartoons, she was completely absorbed, and no matter how much I bothered her, she wouldn't budge.
My penis would seemingly intentionally nudge and rub against her every now and then. Dong'er's jelly-like buttocks were warm, soft, and slippery. Every time I touched, nudged, scraped, or scratched, my cerebral cortex would become extremely excited, like an electric current. That hot, burning pleasure kept me coming back for more. Dong'er always thought I was poking her bottom with my fingers and never complained. After all, she was just a child; how could she have such thick fingers?
That winter, what I looked forward to most was bathing with Dong'er. Although I was 11 and couldn't ejaculate yet, I could still feel pleasure. After Dong'er left, I felt guilty for this sinful act for a long time, but as time went by, I gradually forgot about it.
The girl whose little bottom I used to rub against is now sleeping less than two meters away from me. I really can't imagine what her butt looks like now; it's too tempting, too sinful.
What should I do? What should I do? A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy is at the peak of his sexual desire, easily impulsive. And now, fate has added such a tempting pie to this already intense period, seemingly within reach yet impossible to touch. This internal struggle tormented me until late at night. Though I didn't want to, my penis had already broken free of my control, and I finally had to resort to masturbation. But this masturbation was the most exciting I'd ever experienced. Looking at Dong'er's pretty face, her round buttocks, smelling the fragrance of her bra, I frantically masturbated hundreds of times until I reached orgasm, ejaculating a white, sticky fluid so abundant it couldn't be contained by toilet paper.
This feeling of pleasure mixed with guilt, I knew, would torment me until my cousin left. There was a smell of semen in the air; the night seemed even deeper.
(2)
A red sun hung obliquely in the sky. The golden sunlight gradually softened after three o'clock in the afternoon. The vegetation on both sides of the river was bathed in a warm color. At this moment, I was riding my motorcycle with Dong'er on the back, speeding along an uneven dirt road leading to the riverbank.
On both sides of the road, dense poplar trees and unnamed wildflowers and grasses, accompanied by a gentle breeze, formed a beautiful scene. This was a place where Dong'er and I often played when we were young. Dong'er is a very nostalgic person. She had just finished lunch and was clamoring to come to the river to play.
The road conditions were not good, and Dong'er was still a little reserved, only gently holding my waist. But even this slight movement made me feel strange and confused. I felt that the skin on my waist was sore and numb. Seeing that we were about to enter the main road, I relaxed and the speed of the motorcycle increased. The breeze became wild, blowing Dong'er's long hair all over the place. I felt the ticklish feeling of her hair scratching my neck from time to time. I have to say, Dong'er smells amazing, the scent of a virgin is intoxicating!
"Cousin, slow down! It's not like you're taking your girlfriend for a ride, don't be so thrilled, it's dangerous," Dong'er said, wrinkling her nose.
"Oh, I'll slow down right away, hold on tight!"
I'm used to braking suddenly, and this time I completely forgot there was someone on the back. The bike suddenly slowed down, and Dong'er and I both lurched forward. In a flash, I felt two soft, squishy things pressing against my back, then springing away with a strong tension.
"Cousin, you... you're really clumsy," Dong'er said, her tone slightly angry.
I froze, not daring to argue, leaving only a burning sensation on my back. I was stunned for a long time. That little girl from back then had grown up. These two warm, squishy things were irresistible to any normal man.
How big must Dong'er's breasts be? I really wanted to pull them open and see, were they pigeons or jade rabbits? Ah, I dare not think about it, I can't think about it! Just thinking about it made my brain feel suffocated, while my lower body, like a cylinder, was bursting with blood, throbbing painfully from being stretched by my pants.
Finally, we arrived! The clear river flowed like a silver ribbon, its banks lined with soft, silvery-white sand. Further on, the grass was lush and tall, almost waist-high. A gentle breeze rustled
through the blades of grass, making them sway and bow, as if welcoming Dong'er, a long-lost friend. Slightly embarrassed by what had just happened, I followed behind Dong'er, not daring to speak for a long time. Dong'er, seemingly unconcerned, was
happily looking around, plucking a blade of grass, picking up a pebble, and playfully teasing a dragonfly, like a child. "Brother, hurry up! You're following me like a nagging monk. So chubby!" Dong'er turned and said coquettishly.
"Here she comes, here she comes! I wish I were as handsome as Tang Sanzang!" "Brother, don't underestimate yourself. You're actually quite handsome, but you're just a bit too reserved. Hey, by the way, brother, do you have a girlfriend?" Dong'er asked curiously.
I smiled sheepishly, feeling a little down, and honestly replied, "Last year I pursued a girl in our class named Xie Xinyan. She's the prettiest girl in our class. I wrote her three love letters, but she didn't react at all." "That's because she has no taste. I'm a slow burner. Girls will know how good you are in the future." After saying that, Dong'er smiled sweetly.
I suddenly felt a little uneasy and asked, somewhat sourly, "Dong'er, do you have a boyfriend? You're so pretty, there must be a whole battalion of guys chasing after you."
Dong'er chuckled and said confidently, "A battalion is a bit of an exaggeration, a company is about right, haha, but none of them are my type."
After saying that, Dong'er suddenly looked very disappointed. She hesitated for a moment, then continued sadly, "Actually, I have a kind of fear of boys. Look at my parents, they worked hard together from scratch for so many years, and now that life is better, my dad is having affairs. Men, they're all unreliable."
I found it a little funny and comforted her, "Dong'er, you're only 14 years old. Don't keep talking about men and women, it makes you sound old-fashioned. Not all boys are unreliable."
"I know very well that boys judge girls solely on their looks. If I looked like a monster, no boy would ever pursue me. But, people always get old and lose their looks, right, brother?" I couldn't refute her, so I continued to comfort her, "Don't be afraid, Dong'er. When you really get old and no one pursues you anymore, I'll take care of you. Actually, some feelings never change, like our childhood friendship. This feeling won't change even if we're separated for many years. Don't you think so?" Dong'er smiled warmly after hearing this, as if she had remembered many past events. Looking into my eyes, she said softly,
"Yes, our feelings will never change. I believe that even if I become an ugly monster in the future, brother won't dislike me!" I nodded heavily. I believed I could do that.
"Brother, I suddenly remembered that time when you fought for me when we were little. Do you remember?" Dong'er asked happily, as if she had discovered a treasure from her memories.
I chuckled and said, "Of course I remember, you're talking about that chubby little boy who lifted your skirt, right?" "Yeah, I remember it very clearly now. That chubby little boy was almost a head taller than you, and you actually jumped up and slapped him twice. After that, no one in the village dared to bully me anymore. Hehe, thinking about it now, it was pretty cool."
I scratched my head, feeling a warmth in my heart. Dong'er remembered so clearly; her gratitude was truly touching!
As we walked, Dong'er suddenly spotted a pink wildflower ahead, exceptionally vibrant. Dong'er happily ran over, and as she bent down to pick it, her tight jeans perfectly outlined her slender waist and the round, firm curves of her hips, forming a graceful silhouette, like the round bottom of a gourd.
I was engrossed in gazing at this picturesque scene when Dong'er suddenly turned around, holding the flowers in her hands, smiling broadly. She seemed to sense something, and her cheeks instantly flushed.
Feeling the intense, invasive gaze of mine, Dong'er pouted slightly and said in a coquettish voice, "Brother, where are you looking!" She then turned her head away, pouting her pink lips. Realizing
I'd lost my composure, I quickly changed the subject with a laugh, "Let's not play here anymore, let's go wash our feet in the river."
The fine sand by the river was warm from the sun, as soft and fine as the flour used for steaming buns during the New Year. It felt tingly and numb on the soles of my feet. The sand was incredibly fine, like powder. Dong'er, carrying her shoes and with her trousers rolled up, stepped barefoot into the water, leaving two rows of shallow footprints behind her—very cute.
The river was shallow and clear, the pebbles on the bottom exceptionally smooth, and the small fish swimming in the water were clearly visible. Dong'er's feet were delicate and white, probably a size 36, which, combined with her height of about 165 cm, made her proportions look perfect. The water seemed a little cool; Dong'er's feet flinched slightly as soon as she put them in, her toes curling gently. Her feet had a beautiful, slender curve, not bony at all.
Her skin was as tender as a freshly peeled boiled egg white. Each little toe was delicate, pink, clean, and sweet.
I found my own thoughts strange. It's not wrong to want to possess beautiful things, and Dong'er's feet were indeed delicate and clean, which was obvious at a glance. But as for their fragrance and sweetness, I would have to smell them and lick them myself. Although that was impossible, I was certain in my heart that Dong'er's feet were just that captivating. I didn't need to verify it. My little thoughts were somewhat sinful, but they also made my heart flutter.
We sat down side by side, she looked at my big feet, and I looked at her little feet. We smiled at each other, and the atmosphere was sweet and ambiguous.
"Brother, I remember you were very caring when we were little, and you often washed my feet. Could you wash your little sister's feet again today? It's been so long since you served me like that, I miss it so much!" Dong'er said innocently.
Little did she know that my heart was pounding like a rabbit's. Just moments ago I was lusting after my cousin's beautiful feet, but now I was putting on a reluctant expression, my hands trembling as I reached out. Happiness came a little suddenly, but inwardly I was endlessly despising myself.
My left hand gently pinched Dong'er's instep, my right hand splashed some water on it, and then I gently massaged it. Dong'er, usually pampered, had exceptionally soft and smooth feet, without any calluses, warm and supple to the touch, almost driving me mad. Gently massaging those rounded little toes, a sudden surge of desire rose within me; I longed to take them in my mouth and suck on them.
In ancient times, the feet were considered a woman's third most important sexual organ after the genitals and breasts, and would never be touched by anyone other than her husband.
Although things aren't as feudal now, my cousin's feet, as tender as a drop of dew on a blade of grass in the morning, were incredibly alluring. She wasn't the undeveloped girl she once was; she had everything she needed. Though not fully mature, that tender, budding beauty was even more captivating, and my heart was already restless.
I secretly played a trick, gently tickling the sole of Dong'er's foot, making her toes twitch and let out a soft cry.
Then, naturally, I gripped her foot tighter, feeling both excited and sweet. This was something that should only happen between lovers. Yet, it happened so naturally between us. Looking up at Dong'er, I saw her arched eyebrows, slightly upturned lips, and an expression that was both happy and slightly annoyed, charming to the bone. My heart skipped a beat; I finally understood what it meant to be captivated by beauty.
Dong'er's eyes were full of a smile, a mixture of reproach and joy, as she looked down at me, radiating happiness. I used to tease her like this when we were children, but now that we've both developed, this gesture has a slightly erotic undertone.
After I finished washing up, I looked up at Dong'er. Her gaze was serene and calm, like a deep pool, a gentle light illuminating her brown eyes—exceptionally beautiful. A strange feeling suddenly welled up inside me, a touch of bittersweetness, and my heart began to race. I silently thought: "If only Dong'er were my girlfriend." But reason told me that I should be grateful if my future girlfriend were even half as beautiful as Dong'er. Reluctantly
, I walked along the road to this place that had suddenly given me a feeling of being in love. Dong'er was as happy as a little bird, chirping and laughing, while I, lost in thought, gave her perfunctory replies. As I approached the motorcycle parking area, two people not far away made me hold my breath.
Those two were none other than Xie Xinyan, the class beauty, and Du Ming, the vice class monitor. Du Ming was a notorious playboy, whom I utterly despised. Xie Xinyan ignored me, apparently already secretly pursuing someone else; she just had terrible taste. What can I say? What a perfect match!
I felt incredibly awkward. I stopped, unsure how to greet them. Pretending not to know them was impossible, but they were a perfect couple, and I, their former suitor, felt utterly pathetic.
"Brother, what's wrong? Do you know those two? Why are they pointing at us?" "That's Xie Xinyan, the one I mentioned earlier. That boy is our vice class monitor," I answered truthfully.
Seeing my unnatural expression, Dong'er realized something and immediately comforted me, saying, "Brother, come on, go say hello. Don't let them look down on you."
I sighed and forced myself to walk over with Dong'er. Being looked down upon by Xie Xinyan wasn't a big deal, but I couldn't let Dong'er look down on me. Just as I was about to speak, Dong'er's next action left me speechless. She actually grabbed my hand and said to Xie Xinyan in a show of defiance, "Hello, you must be Tang Yi's classmate. I'm his girlfriend. It's nice to meet you. Just call me Dong'er." Tang Yi is my real name. What was this little girl up to? I didn't deny it and smiled at Xie Xinyan.
"Oh, hello, Tang Yi has good taste! You're so pretty." Xie Xinyan said, giving me a sour look.
My shallow vanity was instantly satisfied. What was even funnier was that the vice class monitor, Du Ming, carefully sized up my cousin. It was clear this guy was a lecherous lecher. Seeing the dazzling Dong'er, he completely disregarded Xie Xinyan and my feelings, and eagerly extended his hand to my cousin.
"Hello, my name is Du Ming. It's nice to meet you."
Xie Xinyan and I were both furious, but we couldn't retaliate. My cousin, on the other hand, was well-behaved; she only gave a perfunctory handshake without actually touching me, which greatly disappointed Du Ming.
After we parted, I noticed Xie Xinyan angrily pinch Du Ming's arm, then left him behind and hurried ahead.
Dong'er hadn't yet pulled her jade-like hand away from mine, and she winked at me playfully. Her eyelashes seemed to hold a hint of charm. I hadn't had time to savor it before, but now, holding her soft jade hand, I felt a surge of happiness. My heart was pounding faster, and I felt a sweet, tender touch. Was this what love felt like? I really wanted to hold Dong'er's hand and walk with her forever.
We were silent for a long time.
"Cousin!" Dong'er suddenly cried out.
"Hmm?"
"My hand!"
"Oh." I reluctantly let go of Dong'er's soft hand.
Dong'er smiled with a hint of reproach. At that moment, the white clouds drifted by, and the ground was bathed in bright sunlight.
(3)
My parents' workplace arranged a trip, and they wouldn't be back for a week. That evening, the weather had been muggy all afternoon, and the air was damp. The leaves of the poplar trees in front of the door drooped listlessly.
"Brother, why is it so hot today!" Dong'er fanned herself, her face covered in fragrant sweat.
"The weather forecast says there will be thunderstorms tonight. It'll cool down when it rains," I said, feeling sweaty myself, trying to comfort Dong'er.
Dong'er looked at me shyly with her big, sparkling eyes, and said in a coquettish tone, "Brother, I want to eat ice cream!"
I pretended to be reluctant, remained silent for a moment, and then, noticing Dong'er's seemingly aggrieved expression, suddenly burst into laughter, "I want some too, especially since it's Princess Dong'er's order!" "Brother, you're so mean!" Dong'er's expression went from sad to happy, her face utterly adorable.
Just then, the door creaked shut. It turned out the wind had picked up. Dong'er was a little worried and advised, "It's going to rain, brother, don't go." Wanting to surprise Dong'er, I sighed, "The weather's not cooperating. Never mind, I'll buy you some tomorrow. Oh, right, I'll go outside and lock all the doors and windows. You watch TV first." Dong'er hummed in agreement and continued watching TV…
By the time I rode my motorcycle back with the ice cream, a fierce wind was raging. Dust filled the murky air, and large raindrops pelted my face like bullets.
Hearing the door open, Dong'er saw my dirty, smeared face and the large bag of ice cream in my hand. Her eyes immediately welled up with tears. She quickly grabbed a towel and began wiping my face, her expression slightly annoyed yet filled with barely concealed joy.
"Eat it quickly, it'll melt soon," I said, feeling a little awkward seeing Dong'er in that alluring pink halter-neck nightgown.
"Um, brother, go take a shower, I just did." Dong'er didn't seem to notice my embarrassment.
When I came out of the shower, it was pouring rain outside, with thunder rumbling. Lightning flashed like silver snakes, and the temperature had dropped significantly; I felt a chill despite being shirtless.
Walking into the bedroom, I saw Dong'er had already turned off the TV and was huddled under the covers, looking very obedient. I couldn't help but shake my head, knowing that Dong'er had always been afraid of thunder, and even now, she was still the same.
It was only a little past 8 pm, and I couldn't fall asleep in bed. Thinking about Dong'er's charming appearance in her pajamas, the barely concealed curves of her body, a surge of wicked hormones began to coursing through my brain, directing all the blood in my body to rush to my penis. My little brother, hard as an iron rod, stood erect, protesting impatiently.
Helpless, I had no choice but to trouble Fifth Sister again to relieve my worries. Just as I was getting excited by stroking my nerves, a thunderous sound suddenly rang out, as if it had exploded right next to my ear. Dong'er, who was sleeping by the window, screamed, suddenly threw off the covers and ran towards me. Only after she was in my bed did she tremble and say in a trembling voice,
"Brother, I'm scared. Can I go back to sleep after the rain stops?"
I was a little taken aback by the situation and it took me a while to react before comforting her, "Don't be afraid, brother is here." In the same bed, our two sensitive bodies were unusually close, and we could clearly smell each other's warm breath. In the dim light of the room, I carefully looked at Dong'er's slightly trembling eyelashes, her delicate nose, and her moist lips...
A desire quietly began to grow. I warned myself to be rational, rational, and rational again... Suddenly, I heard Dong'er's soft sobs. I was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. Did Dong'er already know about my filthy thoughts?
A flash of white lightning illuminated the room, and I noticed that Dong'er's forehead was covered in small beads of sweat, and she looked quite pained. I hurriedly asked, "Dong'er, what's wrong?"
Dong'er stammered, "My stomach hurts."
I guessed that the ice cream had upset her stomach, and I blamed myself, saying, "It's all my fault for letting you eat so much ice cream at once."
Dong'er hesitated, then said shyly, "It's not your fault, I just got my period these past few days." My sensitive nerves were instantly ignited. Such a private topic inevitably sparked my imagination, so I tentatively asked, "Dong'er, you're not feeling well, let me rub your stomach for you!" After a while, I heard Dong'er softly "Mmm."
I rubbed my hands together vigorously until my palms were warm, then placed them on Dong'er's lower abdomen and gently began to massage. Dong'er's eyelashes slowly opened, revealing her watery eyes, full of shyness. It was clear that she was also very nervous. A young girl's heart is most sensitive when she's just beginning to experience romantic feelings, and she cherishes her developing body dearly. Her lower abdomen is located just a little bit in her most private area, and if my hand rubs even a little bit too far, it will touch that garden of her heart.
Seeing the cold sweat on Dong'er's forehead gradually disappear and the pain between her brows and eyes ease considerably, I finally felt relieved. I listened to her soft humming through her nose, like a cat comfortably being petted by its owner.
"Are you feeling better?" I asked softly.
"Mmm," Dong'er responded lazily. The comfortable feeling dispelled the waves of pain, but it made her not even want to speak.
I breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did I have the mind to feel the unique touch of the girl's soft lower abdomen coming from my palm. Even through a layer of pajamas, the girl's lower abdomen still felt as smooth as cream, the softness that made my fingers sink in, the warmth carrying her body fragrance, coming in waves, actually made me a little restless.
I quietly lifted half of the blanket, and Dong'er's body gradually came into view. Not an inch more, not an inch less—her sweet, round, plump buttocks pushed up her nightgown, outlining a gourd shape that captivated me.
Dong'er had already grown into a graceful young woman, her figure exquisite and well-proportioned. Her small breasts were full, possessing the youthful innocence of a girl, yet brimming with vitality, as if indicating they were growing, making one anticipate their future full and alluring form. Her slender waist was so delicate it seemed one could encircle it with one hand, truly like a willow swaying in the breeze. Her pert buttocks connected to her shapely, long legs, her whole body exuding a fresh, tender aura.
Just thinking about those sensitive words and seeing the girl's alluring body parts made my penis engorged with blood, my erections almost reaching their limit.
My consciousness was in complete disarray; I felt despicable, led by the nose by desire. I didn't know how to tell Dong'er. By this time, I was already panting heavily, feeling both excited and extremely uncomfortable.
Dong'er, who had been facing away from me, turned over when she heard the commotion. Her hand inadvertently touched something burning hot. I was startled; it was my throbbing, erect penis.
Dong'er's face flushed crimson. She cried out in surprise and curled up like a frightened rabbit. The atmosphere suddenly became awkward yet sweet.
My breathing became heavier, and I blurted out, almost unconsciously, "Dong'er, I like you." Dong'er's small chest heaved; she seemed inexplicably nervous, her breathing becoming labored as she gasped for air. Suddenly, she replied, "Brother, I like you too. But..." I knew what Dong'er wanted to say and quickly interrupted her. I said earnestly, "That's enough!" Dong'er was silent for a long time, then timidly asked, "Are you feeling unwell?" I nodded heavily and pleaded, "Dong'er, I want to hold you... I want to hold you forever." Silence, a long silence. Seeing that Dong'er didn't resist, I mustered my courage and pressed myself against her from behind, my arms encircling her slender waist. My penis slipped out from the gap in her underwear and pressed precisely against her buttocks.
Our bodies were pressed together, separated only by a nightgown, yet still warm and smooth. Dong'er's eyes were somewhat glazed, unable to bear the stimulation mixed with desire. Her hands helplessly covered her chest, her red lips releasing a fragrant breath. Her lips parted and closed like fish out of water.
Not content with the stillness, I soon began to caress Dong'er's abdomen, my hand moving upwards. I gently parted her hands protecting her chest, one hand wolfishly filling her right breast. Dong'er stiffened instantly, but didn't pull away.
My heart was melting, my whole body tingling. My palm pressed against Dong'er's breast, gently kneading it. This stimulation was a first for me. I closed my eyes, my breathing slowed, and my whole body relaxed, as if even my bones had gone limp, as if I were floating on a cotton cloud, intoxicated!
My penis rubbed against Dong'er's plump, round buttocks, the pressure light, yet it felt wonderful. The pre-ejaculate from my glans dampened the pajamas tucked into the cleft of Dong'er's buttocks, making them sticky. I suddenly realized that Dong'er wasn't wearing any underwear underneath. The hem of the pajamas was very short, barely reaching her knees. I pushed the pajamas up with my hand, exposing Dong'er's entire translucent buttocks to my penis. The glans slid down the cleft of her buttocks into her thighs, brushing against her anus and labia majora and minora.
This situation caused Dong'er to completely abandon her reserve. She turned around, her eyes sparkling, her beautiful pupils seemingly containing a thousand words. I knew she liked me, but I hadn't expected that her liking to be so deep, to tolerate my possessiveness.
I knew words were superfluous at this moment. Gazing at each other, the breathtaking thrill, the all-melting gaze, drew our still-youthful bodies into a tight embrace. Our body heat mingled with each other's breath and heartbeats, filling the air with a warm, sweet, and tender atmosphere.
My glans, stimulated to its fullest extent, pressed against the girl's secret garden, finally erupting like a crashing wave, ejaculating onto Dong'er's soft, sweet vulva…
[The End]

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