【Flowers in Dreams】(Side Story) (01) 【Author: love00453414】

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**************** ... I retorted, "What do girls look like? Why don't you have another sister so I can learn from her?" Mom smiled brightly beside me, and I thought she was the most beautiful person in the world. My brother glanced at me and said, "Even if you were to have another child, it would only be a little sister, not an older sister!" So why is that? But I want an older sister to braid my hair! Xiaorou next door always brags about how her middle school cousin can do her hair beautifully. Mom doesn't seem to be feeling well; she's been drinking bitter medicine. I cried today, but I also kicked Xiaorou's skirt. Mom couldn't comb my hair this morning, so my brother combed it neatly and even used the leftover satin ribbon to tie a bow for me. Although it looked a bit crooked in the mirror, my brother's flushed face and the ribbon's angry expression were so handsome. But when we got to school, Xiaorou took it off, saying that people with short hair shouldn't use pretty ribbons. I asked her to give it back, but she wouldn't; she even stuffed it into her pocket . I was so angry I wanted to cry, so I kicked her and ran to the office to tattle on her to the teacher. The teacher punished me by making me stand as punishment after class. But I was quite happy because the teacher made Xiaorou copy the text ten times. I wondered how long she would have to copy before she could go home. Humph. I jumped around at the school gate, waiting for my brother to come and take me home. But he didn't come. Agong went and bought me some soda and candy. After waiting for a long time, my brother finally sneaked out of my classroom to take me home. Huh, why did my brother run out of my classroom? Mom went to the town hospital, and I wouldn't be able to see her for a long, long time. I was sullen for several days. To cheer me up, my brother told me about the time he ran into my classroom. That day while Xiaorou was in the bathroom, he took three pages of the text that Xiaorou had copied. When Xiaorou came back from the bathroom, she must have been confused, wondering why there were only seven pages left out of the ten she had written. No wonder Xiaorou was called to the teacher's . My brother is so naughty. But I really liked my brother, who was always so sly and always stood up for me. During summer vacation, my brother and I stayed home while Dad went to the town hospital to take care of Mom. Grandpa moved in to take care of us, and so it went until Grandpa settled in. Mom never came home from the hospital again. I didn't understand why Mom couldn't come home, and I kept pestering my brother to take me to the hospital to see her, but he got angry with me, saying I didn't understand anything. It wasn't until I was in higher grades, when I read an essay in literature class discussing life education, that I suddenly understood and cried my heart out. I really didn't understand why they would use sweet lies to deceive children? Saying that Mom had gone to a faraway place and wouldn't come back—wasn't that just giving children hope? I didn't really understand the meaning of death , but I knew that when the neighbor's little dog died, it was buried and would never move again. If the adults had explained these things to me properly back then, I wouldn't be so heartbroken now. Because of Mom's departure, Grandpa sold the house in another city and stayed in town to take care of us with Dad. Gradually, I entered junior high school and became the vice class monitor. One day at noon, I came home from school (it was a half-day school day). My older brother had taken his game props out to play with his friends. I took my schoolbag back to my room and went to the living room to get a glass of water . Grandpa and Dad had just returned from the fields, their upper bodies bare, their strong muscles glistening with sweat. The sun was blazing outside. I casually took two glasses of water to Grandpa and Dad. Grandpa smiled and praised me for being good, gulping down the water. Dad chimed in with a few words like "very filial" and "great." After finishing the water, he grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat off his body, tossed it on the large wooden bench, and headed to the backyard, seemingly to get some cool water to shower, as the weather was incredibly hot. I stared at Grandpa's chest, completely puzzled. Grandpa noticed my gaze and asked me what was wrong. "Ah Meng, what are you looking at?" Grandpa looked down at his chest suspiciously, but there was nothing there . "Grandpa, I don't understand," I poked Grandpa's chest with my finger, "Why do your breasts look so hard?" Hearing my question, Grandpa, still strong and healthy, laughed, "Men's breasts are all like that, it's called muscle . People who work and are healthy are all like that." But I still didn't understand. Yesterday, when I looked in the mirror, I observed my slightly protruding breasts. They weren't flat, but like small hills, standing upright in the middle of flat ground. "But I'm very healthy, I rarely catch a cold, so why are mine soft and fluffy, like I'm unhealthy?" As I spoke, I unbuttoned the buttons on my uniform that I hadn't off yet. "If you don't believe me, look," I pulled open my uniform shirt, exposing my chest and abdomen, "The shape is strange." I muttered while pouting. Grandpa's eyes widened, he opened his mouth as if to say something, but as if he couldn't react in time, he swallowed back what he wanted to say. I waited a while, but didn't hear Grandpa's response, so I muttered, "Xiaohui in the class is pretty average too, only I'm strange." Grandpa stammered, "Boys and girls, well, they're...different." I sensed Grandpa was a little uncomfortable; his eyes darted left and right, not looking at me. I was a little annoyed. I was asking a serious question, how could Grandpa not pay attention? "Xiaohui is average too . Like you," I leaned closer and patted Grandpa's chest, "mine is soft, unlike any of yours. Why don't you look? How will you know it's different if you don't look?"

Grandpa cleared his throat awkwardly, his voice dry and hoarse. "It doesn't look any different. It's just that
we get sunburned, so our skin is darker, and yours is fairer. What's the difference?"

"Yes, yes, there is a difference. It's obviously very different." I had a sudden inspiration and reached out to pull Grandpa's rough hand
to my chest. "Feel it, it's like this, soft and squishy. It's so strange. Yours feels so bouncy
! It's just different!"

Before Grandpa's eyes and in his hands were his granddaughter's budding, fair and delicate breasts, not yet fully developed, not yet
given to other men. He held them in his hands, and a somewhat immoral pleasure
surged up. He couldn't help but knead them with his granddaughter's strength.

Meanwhile, I kept chattering, "Isn't that right? You tell me?" Although I didn't quite understand
why Grandpa's staring eyes were wide open, I went ahead and placed Grandpa's other free hand
on my budding mound as well. Now both of Grandpa's hands were on my chest. I waited for Grandpa to agree with my statement.

I watched as Grandpa's throat bobbed up and down, puzzled. Was he really that thirsty? He had just drunk
a whole glass of water. I could feel his stiff fingers resting on his chest. I cupped my hand over his
, pressing his hand more firmly against my chest. At that moment, his fingers twitched,
the calluses rubbing against my nipple. Suddenly, I felt a tingling sensation in my chest, a sudden
tingling that startled me. In that instant, Grandpa's hand deftly lifted my nipple.
Yes, lifted it. Just moments before, it was barely touching, requiring me to apply pressure to keep it in place. But
now, as I released my pressure, Grandpa's hand shifted. I don't know how to describe it, but it was
like when eating a steamed bun, you pinch it to create a large opening for a bite. His thumb and forefinger pinched my
nipple, kneading it occasionally, while the other three fingers seemed to be both lifting and pinching, pressing tightly against my little
mound .

At first, I only felt itchy, and I even joked with Grandpa, "Isn't it, Grandpa! It feels
different doesn't it? Hehe, it's itchy!..." But slowly, besides the itchiness,
an indescribable feeling surged from the center of my body. It was itchy, tingly, and after this tingling and itching, my breasts felt a little swollen,
a little sore... a kind of astringent feeling? I can't describe it, but it was a very difficult and tense feeling, which
made my heart pound very hard, as if it was about to jump out. My tender breasts also felt like they
were swelling up like balloons, but on the surface, apart from some pink marks, nothing had changed.

Grandpa's palm was still on my chest, his fingers constantly moving back and forth on my breasts,
as if the skin on my chest was particularly smooth, causing my chest to tremble incessantly, and the thick calluses constantly
stimulated my still pink nipples. For some reason, I felt that I couldn't bear it.

I spoke softly and weakly, my voice startling me. Was
this really my voice? "Grandpa, have you touched enough...? Is it... the same as what I said...?" Grandpa

seemed quite serious, no, more like fascinated. "They all feel about the same, all
bouncy like this?" he casually brushed me off.

My heart ached. This unfamiliar feeling made me anxious. I felt I shouldn't let Grandpa continue massaging
me , but I couldn't find a reason to stop. And I had to admit, this anxiety wasn't so much unpleasant as it was
... a tense yet comfortable feeling. I placed my palm over Grandpa's hand again, trying to pull his hand away from
my chest , but his hand was like a suction cup, tightly and perfectly enveloping me. At the same time, his kneading and playing
didn't stop. My exposed chest and abdomen were pink, as if I had just finished exercising. Time seemed to stand still.
Only the laughter of children playing outside and the faint sound of hands rubbing together could be heard. Then Dad
pushed open the side door and returned from the backyard. Seeing this puzzling scene, he asked,

"Dad, Mengmeng, what are you doing...?"

Grandpa stopped kneading as if suddenly realizing something, and turned to reply, "Nothing, Meng just asked me
why her breasts are different from boys'. I said they're all the same, but she didn't believe me and let me feel them to see if there was a
difference."

Even as he feigned ignorance, his fingers silently and slowly resumed their kneading.

My reaction time was getting slower and slower; I could only nod vaguely, unable to think. Hmm... this kneading feels so
good...?

After hearing this, Dad laughed heartily, patted his chest, and said, "Men and women aren't the same, how could they be?"

I looked up blankly and asked why. Grandpa beckoned Dad closer. Because of the beckoning, Grandpa released
one of my breasts, and a chill instantly swept over me. I shifted my body uncomfortably, and because of
this shift, Dad, who had come closer, could clearly see my exposed chest and abdomen. Dad was also stunned when he saw it, probably
not understanding how my skin had become so pink.

But Dad calmly leaned closer and pointed to his own chest, saying, "A boy's side will be
hard , unlike a girl's, which becomes soft after growing up."

"But Grandpa didn't say that...?" I looked down at one breast,
which was faintly visible , and the other little red nipple trembling in the air. "Grandpa said that for boys and girls, one is darker
and the other is... um, whiter?" Halfway through his sentence, I saw Grandpa scratching the most sensitive tip with his fingernail.
How I know it was the most sensitive? The moment Grandpa touched me, half my body went numb as if I'd been electrocuted. My
already unsteady legs gave way, and I straddled Grandpa's knee with my legs slightly apart.

Dad instinctively reached out to steady me when he saw me collapse, giving a silly smile. "Well, I
'm not really sure either. Just listen to Grandpa."

I said blankly, "Grandpa's been feeling around for so long and still hasn't come to a conclusion. Why don't you feel around too, Dad? They're so
different my limp hand to pull Dad's hand
towards me.

Strangely enough, I was holding Dad's hand, but then I felt an impatient
force pressing my hand against my chest.

"I don't want them to be so soft. They always feel heavy when I run. I want to be
flat like you guys," I said sullenly.

Dad's hand was unusually warm, and the sudden temperature difference in my chest was quite uncomfortable, so I...
Shen let out a suppressed moan.

"Oh~..."

At this moment, Xiao Meng's budding breasts were like a bargain, with everyone having one. If you zoomed in,
you could clearly see that the frequency of kneading on both breasts was different, sometimes up and sometimes down, sometimes light and sometimes heavy, but they were all
tacitly holding the tender little red nipples between the index finger and thumb. As the fingers moved, they would inadvertently rub
against each other and twist back, as if playing a game and enjoying it immensely.

My mind was hazy; the continuous kneading made my brain a jumbled mess. The room, growing increasingly hot, was filled with
the man's heavy breathing. In my daze, I saw Grandpa's other hand moving back and forth between his groin and his. Due to
the angle, I couldn't see what Dad was doing, but I knew that rhythmic vibrations were constantly transmitted from his palms to my
chest. Suddenly, I felt both of my nipples being pinched tightly by two hands simultaneously. The
stimulation reached its peak in that instant. I covered my mouth with my hand; the sudden pleasure made me tremble uncontrollably
. I don't know how long it took before I came to my senses. What brought me back to my senses was Grandpa
wiping my still pale pink skin with a sweaty, smelly cloth. I yelled, pushed the cloth away, and said angrily,
"Grandpa, you're a bad guy! That's the cloth Dad just used to wipe his sweat! It stinks!" With that, I rushed into the room, shirtless,
to get a change of clothes and went to the bathroom to shower.

While showering, I felt something was off. Usually, sweating just leaves a sticky feeling, but
today the sweat on my chest felt so sticky it felt like I could scrape it off! And the moment I entered the bathroom, I thought
I heard my brother and his friend laughing and joking, saying they wanted something cold. Then, I
heard the sound of rummaging through drawers and cabinets in the distance, followed by heavy footsteps approaching the bathroom. Confused, I
turned off the tap and looked towards the door.

"Wash your face before you drink your soda!" As the voice reached my ears, I saw my brother push open the door,
followed by my neighbor, Ah-Tian. I was stunned. Since starting middle school, my dad and grandpa had made me
shower separately from my brother, but the habit of not locking the door had stuck. But now, my brother had someone else following him!

"Hey! Your sister's taking a shower!" Ah-Tian yelled slyly, but his eyes were glued to me
.

My brother suddenly sullenly pushed A-Tian away and prepared to close the door, but then A-Gong and A-Zhu, confused
, came up to me, giggling and asking, "What's going on?" When they saw my dripping
body simultaneously imitated a whistling "whoosh~" sound, teasing me with mischievous smiles, "Hey Xiao Meng,
have you grown up yet? Has your pubic hair grown?"

I felt a little embarrassed and indignant, but I didn't know if this feeling was called shyness. After all, they were childhood friends
, and I hadn't thought about it in a romantic way. At that moment, I just felt a little disrespected; I was using the bathroom!

"Whether I'm grown up or not is none of your business!" I pouted and ordered, "Hey, I'm taking a shower,
close !"

"Hehe, we're just washing our faces, it's so hot with all this sweat!" Ah Zhu, who was at the back, pushed the four kids who were crowding at
the door into the bathroom and closed the door behind them. "I'll come out after I wash my face! Are you shy?!"

Ah Tian and Ah Gong nodded vigorously, deliberately provoking me: "Yeah! It's just washing our faces! We used to
shower together! Why are you scared now? Are you shy?"

"Who's shy!" I couldn't stand being provoked, I really didn't like the feeling of losing, I snorted and
turned on , "Let whoever wants to look, look, I don't care about you guys." As I said this, I deliberately twisted my waist and swayed my hips, and even stuck
my tongue out at my brothers.

Seeing that I didn't care, my brothers naturally lost interest in teasing me, and
left the bathroom while rinsing their faces. Before the last one left and closed the door, I could still hear them talking about my grandma. "Damn,
Mengzi 's nipples are so cute, they're different from my old lady's, so red and small, I want to bite them!"

I rolled my eyes, I didn't want him to bite them! Remember to lock the door next time!

It was time for school to end again, and my brother always went to play ball with Azhu and the others. I usually wandered
around the school with my sketchbook, sketching or doing homework, but today I really didn't want to. I told my brother and went to a park
near , squatting down by the flower bushes, lost in thought.

I watched the sunset climb down the mountain, the dim yellow sky making the world hazy. Just then, I heard
a noisy couple walking towards me from behind. They didn't seem to notice me there, the two of
them hugging and embracing as they disappeared into the bushes. I heard them fall onto the grass, and as they fell, a
strong smell of alcohol hit me.

Why are they drinking so early? I wondered. Looking at the big clock in the park, my brother should be coming to pick me up
soon . But then, a series of sounds, enough to make one blush and their heart race, came from within the bushes. I didn't understand, but I
was curious , so I bent down and peered through the gaps in the bushes towards the couple.

I saw the older brother's head buried between his sister's legs; her eyes were tightly closed, and she was breathing heavily. It
didn't sound like simple cries of pain, but rather a mixture of indescribable, ambiguous murmurs. In the distance, I
heard a soft, wet sound, but as I tried to observe more closely, I heard my brother and his friends
laughing and joking as they walked towards me. As if I had done something wrong, I hurriedly got up, but my hair seemed
to be tangled in branches. My excessive force only made my scalp ache and my eyes well up with tears.

My brother saw my predicament and rushed over to help me. At the same time, his friends also
dashed to the bushes. I knelt on the ground, my buttocks sticking up high, too afraid to move, waiting for my
brother to untangle my hair. Suddenly, another brother hissed, and everyone crowded around the bushes,
crouching low to peer inside. Still groggy from the pain, I hadn't realized what they were doing and foolishly
begged my brother to untangle my hair. Of course, my brother, engrossed in watching the spectacle in the bushes, had no interest in
untangling my hair. A glare from my brother silenced me, and I followed his gaze into
the gaps .

Inside, the men and women were already engaged in their act. Seeing this, I knew it was like the aunties and uncles at the alley entrance;
they did this kind of thing at night. I'd seen the uncles poking their penises between the aunties' buttocks before.

It was summer, and the teenage boys around me were swallowing hard,
some barely visible Adam's apples that moved up and down with each swallow. I didn't understand what was so interesting about it, but my brothers...
I was so engrossed in what I was watching that I realized how uncomfortable my position was. The sweltering heat made my uniform
shirt sticky and clinging to my back, my knees were on the ground, burning and stinging, and my hair was tangled in the bushes
. I couldn't move forward or backward, and I felt incredibly wronged.

I pouted, about to kick my brother, when suddenly a cool breeze swept over my sweaty back. I looked back with difficulty and saw
that it was Quan's shadow covering me. He put a finger to his lips to tell me to be quiet
, and whispered, "I'll help you untangle your hair."

I nodded gently, but accidentally pulled my hair again, and a tear welled up in my
eye
. It really hurt. Quan knelt down gently behind me, his arm reaching out to touch the tangled area. I felt my hair being gently moved, and some branches brushed against my eyelids due to the force. I quickly
closed . At this moment, Quan seemed to feel it was inconvenient to exert force, or perhaps he couldn't see clearly, so he shifted his angle, and slowly
his body touched my buttocks. A warm breath seeped through my skirt, and his upper body
pressed against my back. I heard several heavy breaths in my ear.

Quan told me to bear with it a little longer, that his hair was almost undone.

I was puzzled; why did Quan's voice sound more like he was enduring it than I was? Quan pressed his body against mine,
moving slowly back and forth. At this moment, I felt Quan's leg press against my thigh. I felt a little shy,
but I kept my eyes closed, afraid to make a sound. I didn't find it strange; middle school uniform skirts are usually long, and mine
was oversized. Even standing straight, the hem of my skirt could still touch my calves. How could it be lifted so easily, and pressed against my thigh?
I didn't have time to think about any of this. I opened my eyes, only to find the boy next to me rubbing his crotch.
Instinctively, I felt this was something I shouldn't be seeing, so I closed my eyes again.

At this moment, Quan's leg was already between my buttocks. And Quan's body pressed down harder and harder,
his entire chest pressed against my back. I felt a bit heavy, so I shifted my body slightly. Quan understood and freed
one arm to wrap around my chest and support me. At this moment, I noticed that my long hair had fallen down, and I whispered, "Quan
, my hair...?"

Quan whispered in my ear, "Almost there, only a little bit left. Don't move." After he finished speaking,
his palm tightly gripped my chest.

I whispered "Okay," not daring to move, but Quan's movements became more intense. I didn't have time to think;
I just felt very strange. What was that temperature between my legs? Quan's thighs were so thick;
how could they be wedged between my legs in this position? If it wasn't his thighs, what was that hard, stringy
thing ? I was confused when I heard a muffled groan beside my ear, and something seemed to be flowing down between my legs like sweat.

At the same time, the warmth on my back left me, and the sudden chill sent shivers down my spine. I
tried to move my head and found that the tangled hair and leaves had separated. I happily straightened up and rubbed
my stiff back.

My older brother and sister, hidden in the bushes, were already kissing passionately. We scattered
like birds , running headlong. I followed behind, panting, carrying my schoolbag, my heart pounding.

(To be continued)

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