My childhood sweetheart cousin (short story)

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"Qinglin, let me recite a poem for you. 'My hair just covered my forehead, I played with flowers in front of the door. My love rode a bamboo horse, circling the bed, playing with green plums. We lived together in Changgan, two little ones without suspicion…'" "Don't show off, this is Li Bai's 'Changgan Xing'."
"Ah? This poem isn't in textbooks, how do you know it?"
"How could I not know? The next line is: 'At fourteen I became your wife, my face still shy, bowing my head to the dark wall, a thousand calls went unanswered. At fifteen I finally smiled, willing to be with you in dust and ashes…'" "Qinglin, the poem about childhood sweethearts, two little ones without suspicion, isn't that about us? So when you're fourteen, can you marry me?" "You wish! I don't want to marry you!"
"Why?"
"You're so silly! Marrying at fourteen is in ancient times, now you'd be in your twenties. And even in ancient times, the most you could marry was cousins, we're cousins, we can't marry." "Ah? At fourteen…" "Four years old is ancient times? That's okay, we'll get married when we grow up." "Are you even listening to me? We're cousins!..." When I slowly opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling, it took me a long time to distinguish between dream and reality, still half asleep. I murmured, "It was just a dream..." I checked the time; it was already noon. I weakly got out of bed, quickly washed up, and while tearing open two packets of instant noodles, I tried to recall my dream.
In the last century, my father and my uncle came from the north to work in the south, eventually settling at the Heshan Power Plant in Guangxi. The Heshan Power Plant covered nearly 200 hectares and had thousands of employees. Such a large power plant naturally had its own residential area, schools for employees' children, hospitals, markets, and so on. Eventually, the two brothers settled down there, got married, and had children. My cousin, who was born first, was named Xu Qinglin, and my cousin, who was born six months later, was named Xu Jingyou. This cousin is, of course, me.
Qinglin and I spent a happy childhood in this small place. But this happiness was short-lived. Qinglin's parents divorced, and she went to live with her mother. From then on, my life was without her, and it felt like half my soul was gone. After graduating from elementary school, I went to Liuzhou, Guangxi, for junior high. Away from my hometown and without Qinglin's company, my grades plummeted. Unlike my elementary school days when I consistently achieved perfect scores, I was lucky to pass all subjects except Chinese. I barely made it to high school, and after graduation, I didn't even go to university. Instead, I spent two years in the disastrous reserve service. After my discharge, I was nothing, unable to find a job, and lived off my parents for several years.
My retired mother couldn't stand my idleness any longer and told me some unexpected news: my cousin Qinglin had graduated from university and was now working at Baojun Automobile Factory in a fairly high position. She told me to come and live with her.
After Lin left and I never heard from her again, twelve long years later, in the summer of 2013, I suddenly heard news of her again. I never expected she was still in the same city as me. I was overwhelmed with mixed feelings. Most people don't have a true childhood sweetheart relationship, and even if they do, everyone's situation is different. Back in high school, I had a girlfriend who was my first love. She had a boy who lived next door and, miraculously, was in the same class as her from kindergarten to high school. Their relationship was that of childhood sweethearts, innocent and carefree. I was even a little jealous of him. My first love jokingly explained, "If you also had a childhood sweetheart you'd been with since you were old enough to understand, you'd know that while the relationship is close, it wouldn't lead to romance. At most, it would be like siblings." At that moment, I thought of Qinglin, and all the poetic and beautiful memories of our childhood. I was skeptical of her explanation of my first love. If Qinglin had stayed with me, we would not only have been true siblings, but we would definitely have become lovers!
But this thought gradually faded with age, and the childhood feelings are now just memories that make me smile. That hazy feeling was probably just curiosity and fantasy about the opposite sex. I remember we used to play by the river, and after we stripped naked, we even studied each other's bodies... As I finished my instant noodles, lost in memories, my mom tossed me a note with a phone number on it, pulling me back from my reverie. She told me it was Qinglin's number and that I should contact her to ask her to help me with work-related matters.
After my mom left in the afternoon, I hesitated for a long time before finally dialing the number. After a ringtone that made me increasingly nervous, a pleasant but somewhat unfamiliar voice rang out: "Hello." "Are you Qinglin?"
"Yes, it's me. Who is this?"
"I'm Ayou, Xu Jingyou. Do you remember me?"
"Oh my god! Is it really Ayou? How could I not remember you? It's been so long!" The other person's excited and enthusiastic tone greatly reduced my awkwardness. I smiled and said, "It really has been a long time. Can we meet up sometime?" "Sure. Are you in Liuzhou? When are you free?"
"I'm free anytime."
"Okay, I'm off tomorrow. I'll call you then."
The next day, I was still half asleep in bed when the phone rang. Seeing that it was Qinglin calling, I perked up and answered. I heard Qinglin's voice, which sounded lazy, as if she had just woken up as well. She asked me to go out for lunch and asked for my address. I told her I lived in the residential complex built by the Heshan Power Plant in Liuzhou. She told me to wait at home while she drove to pick me up.
I stayed home until noon when I received a call from Qinglin. She told me she had arrived at the east gate of the complex but wouldn't come in, and asked me to come out to meet her.
Across the street from the east gate of my complex is a mountain, a rather deserted and not very desirable location. I saw a Nissan 370Z parked on the side of the road where there weren't many pedestrians. The license plate was the same car Qinglin had mentioned. A tall woman in black was leaning against the car door, looking around. When
she saw me walking towards her, she turned to look at me. As I got closer, I looked her over more closely. She was wearing a silk short dress that revealed her fair arms and legs. The neckline was a deep V-neck, and the most eye-catching features of her chest, besides the beautiful platinum necklace, were her deep cleavage. The form-fitting dress clung tightly to her body, perfectly outlining her slender waist and full bust. Her long, jade-like legs, without any embellishment, appeared crystal clear, and paired with beautiful high heels, they exuded captivating charm. Her hair was styled in an updo, revealing her delicate oval face, and combined with her refined features, she possessed a confident beauty.
As a loser in a society where girls are practically selling themselves rather than getting married, whenever I see a woman dressed to the nines, I mentally assess how big a house and how nice a car I'd need to take home this beautiful woman, or how much money I'd need to take home that beautiful woman. When I saw this beauty before me, my first thought was: Damn, someone with that kind of beauty must already be kept by some rich tycoon!
A fleeting, unpleasant thought crossed my mind, and I wanted to slap myself. With an awkward laugh and an uncertain tone, I said, "Sister Qinglin?" The beautiful woman didn't answer, but gracefully approached me, wrapped her arms around my neck, buried her face in my shoulder, and whispered, "Don't talk, let me hug you..." Under the sidelong glances of passersby, I awkwardly and gently hugged her slender waist, inhaling her faint fragrance. After only a short embrace, the beautiful woman released me, excitedly saying, "It really is you, Ayou! It's been over ten years! You've grown so much!" "Look at you, talking like you're some kind of elder. You've changed so much, I didn't recognize you at all." "Hehe, haven't you become even prettier, sister?"
"Yes, she's so beautiful I can hardly believe I have such a gorgeous older sister. I almost didn't dare come over to acknowledge her just now." "Your mouth is still so sweet after all these years. Come on, let's go eat something delicious." After not seeing each other for over a decade, we had endless things to talk about. We could recount every little detail from our childhood, plus all the stories we'd shared since we separated. It seemed we had endless topics to discuss. We had lunch, went for a drive in the afternoon, and ate out again in the evening. Then we climbed Ma'anshan Mountain together, still chatting as we looked down at the night view of Liuzhou. It seemed that even after so many years, there was no distance between us. Qinglin didn't take me home until very late.
Time passed slowly, and Qinglin and I would often go out and have fun together. When my mom asked me how my job was going, I always vaguely said that Qinglin was helping me arrange things. Actually, I never mentioned it to Qinglin. Not having a job meant I could spend time with her when she had time. Why work when I'm not starving?
A month passed. One evening, I was drinking with some friends when Qinglin suddenly called, telling me she was a bit drunk at a pub and asked me to pick her up. I took a taxi to the place Qinglin mentioned. Under the dim streetlights, the street was lined with neon signs; it was a bar street, not the noisy kind with nightclubs, but more of a relaxed atmosphere for drinking, chatting, and enjoying the nightlife.
Walking into the bar Qinglin had mentioned, I heard country music in an unknown language playing. The lighting on both sides of the table was very dim, with only small candles floating in water glasses on the coffee tables, their light obscured by lampshades. This lighting design allowed those seated to see each other vaguely, while passersby couldn't easily make out their faces.
In the middle of the bar was a small dance floor, where several couples, slightly drunk, swayed slowly to the music. Beyond the dance floor was the bar counter. Unlike the seating area, the counter had a dozen spotlights, their beams illuminating each chair in front of it.
This design is quite interesting. Every seat at the bar is eye-catching, while those seeking a less conspicuous spot can relax in the seats near the dance floor. Alternatively, lonely beauties can sit at the prominent bar, while those who have found their prey can cultivate the atmosphere in the dimly lit seating area.
Crossing the dance floor, I glanced up and saw Qinglin sitting at the bar. I sat down next to her and deliberately used the most overused pickup line: "This lady looks familiar. Have we met somewhere before?" "Sorry, I just want to drink by myself. I don't need anyone to buy me... Hmm, Ayou? Making fun of me, how annoying." Qinglin immediately rejected the stranger's advances, her tone polite and aloof. Turning her head and seeing me, she feigned annoyance.
"Come on, have a few drinks with me." Without waiting for my agreement, Qinglin ordered another of the same drinks she had in her glass. This amber-colored drink had a large ice cube floating in it, and under the light, the entire glass shimmered with a dark golden glow.
Me: "Uh, didn't you ask me to pick you up? And now you want me to drink?" Qinglin: "Stop talking nonsense, it's just a drink. There won't be any traffic cops on my roads from now on, it'll be fine." I carefully took a sip, and the taste was really unique. It was a bit bitter at first, a bit sour on the tongue, a bit spicy in the throat, and a bit sweet in the aftertaste. It was a combination of sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy. After one sip, the breath I exhaled even had a
sweet aroma. I didn't recognize this kind of foreign liquor, but I guessed it wasn't cheap. Under the light, Qinglin's fair skin had a rosy glow, and her hair was naturally draped over her shoulders. Her slightly wavy and messy hair had a lazy beauty. She was wearing a tight-fitting striped t-shirt with a low neckline that revealed her fair breasts and a tempting cleavage. A shiny pendant lay on her fair breasts, as if giving one an excuse to stare at her chest: "I'm just admiring this necklace." She was wearing denim shorts, a sexy pair that shone brightly under the light. Looking at this sexy bombshell, I don't know if it was because I'd had too much to drink, but my emotions were running high. The image of that quiet little girl from my childhood was becoming increasingly blurry, slowly being replaced by this sexy beauty who, since I saw her again
, always wore low-cut tops, like that slut Liu Yan. Every outfit she wore had to accentuate her curves, and that wasn't all; no one could stop them from showing off their cleavage. I wondered, if Qinglin often dressed so sexily and got drunk alone in a bar, had she never gotten into trouble?
Soon, I finished my drink. Ignoring my pleas, Qinglin asked the bartender for another. Annoyed, I downed mine in one gulp, then roughly snatched her glass and took another big gulp, saying unequivocally, "Alright, let's go!" Qinglin smiled, took out her credit card to pay, and left the bar with my help.
Reaching Qinglin's car, I took the car keys from her purse. Without my support, Qinglin almost fell to the ground. I quickly grabbed her, and in my haste, I felt my right hand grasp a large, soft mass—too big to hold in one hand!
The feel of this... is indescribable! And it seems like she's not wearing a bra? I heard Qinglin let out a soft, bone-melting moan. I quickly removed my hand, helped her sit up, opened the car door, and helped her into the passenger seat. Then I got in the car and drove towards the outskirts of Liudong City.
After a few minutes, Qinglin said, "Why are you driving so slowly?" I looked at the speedometer; the needle was around 25, with "mpg" written below it, which translates to about 40 kilometers per hour. I said irritably, "It wasn't fast, but don't forget I've been drinking too!" Qinglin said, "You're very careful. Do you have a lot of experience driving under the influence?" I said, "No, if I were you, I'd say less and let me concentrate." Qinglin straightened her posture and said in a slightly drunken, almost coquettish tone, "It's so stuffy, put on some music." I turned on the car CD player, but there was no CD player inside. I looked for it under the sun visor and couldn't find it, so I turned off the CD player and turned on the radio. The midnight traffic station was playing a bunch of commercials when suddenly I heard a solemn male voice say, "Phimosis and paraphimosis not only affect normal sexual life for couples, but also cause various urological diseases. The urology department of 158 Hospital is professional..." My hand trembled, and I quickly turned off the radio. The car fell silent again, and no one spoke. At this time, the car was indeed a bit stuffy. It was hot, so we had to close the windows and turn on the air conditioning. There was also a strange restlessness in the car. Qinglin was sitting next to me, and her breathing seemed to be right next to my ear. Her breath carried the scent of alcohol and the fragrance of a young woman, which smelled very nice.
The car entered the road leading to Luorong. This road, leading to the suburbs, was deserted at night. I slightly accelerated, rolled down the window, and a cool breeze blew in, but my face began to burn. That hazy, alluring feeling lingered. My hands on the steering wheel felt a little numb, and I involuntarily recalled the feeling of holding Qinglin's breast earlier. I turned to look at Qinglin and suddenly noticed a protrusion on her left breast, closer to me, clinging tightly to her t-shirt. It seemed I had accidentally rubbed off her nipple cover. The car's air conditioning was blowing cold air, and the nipple had hardened. But the worst part was that Qinglin was currently touching her breast, gently kneading the erect nipple with her thumb and forefinger.
I dared not look any longer and quickly turned my head, focusing on the road while secretly thinking how close I had come to disaster. I had unknowingly drifted into the left lane; if a car had come from the opposite direction, it would have been a head-on collision! Driving under the influence is truly dangerous! Especially with such a stunningly beautiful woman sitting next to me.
I finally realized I was drunk, and slowed down considerably, barely faster than a bicycle. Despite the slow pace, we eventually reached our destination, a villa district on the outskirts of the city. Actually, calling it a villa district was a stretch; from a distance it looked somewhat like one, but up close it was a completely different story—just rows of small, rather crudely built houses. During the time I'd spent with Qinglin, she had told me that she considered one of Baojun's shareholders her godfather, and this house was where that man kept his mistress. When Qinglin told me this herself, I was both amused and exasperated. I had actually guessed right about the first thought that popped into my head when I saw her after so many years.
"Thank you for taking me home." Qinglin said this and got out of the car, carrying her handbag. She didn't even take her car keys back. I locked the car and caught up with her. I saw her waiting for me at the door. I handed her the keys, but she didn't take them. She just turned around and opened the door.
Once inside, Qinglin's bag slipped from her hand and fell to the floor. As she walked into the house, she casually took off her shoes and left them on the rug by the door, looking relaxed and carefree. She turned around in the living room, her fair face flushed with a captivating blush, and asked with a charming smile, "Good little brother, what would you like to drink?" I felt a little breathless and placed my car keys on the shoe cabinet beside me, saying, "Uh, since you're safely home, I'll go back now. Goodnight." I had just turned to open the door when Qinglin said behind me, "How are you going to get home in the middle of nowhere this late at night? Why don't you just sleep here for the night?" I said, "Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"
Qinglin walked over, leaned against the wall, and sneered, "Don't you always call yourself a chivalrous man? You even boasted that you've been practicing the boxing your dad taught you since you were a kid, and that you beat up all the old soldiers who dared to challenge you when you first joined the army. I think you're the one who should be bragging to death. I've seen the courage of a chivalrous man." For some reason, these words enraged me. I suddenly turned around and pinned her against the wall. Her back was pressed against the wall, her body so soft it seemed boneless. I lowered my head and said, word by word, "Want to play with fire? You think I wouldn't dare?" As soon as I finished speaking, I heard a tearing sound. Qinglin's t-shirt was ripped from the neckline down, and a pair of full breasts that couldn't be suppressed jumped out, dazzlingly white under the light. The rose-colored areolas were exposed to the air, trembling without any cover.
Then I grabbed the hem of her pants at the waist and pulled hard. The buttons flew off, the zipper tore, and the denim shorts fell down to her ankles. In just a few seconds, Qinglin's clothes were torn to shreds and she was completely naked in my arms.
Qinglin gasped, one arm hooking around my neck, the other pushing against my chest as if trying to push me away, but actually trying to unbutton my shirt. I grabbed her arms, twisting her hands behind her back, then firmly holding her wrists with my right hand, while unbuttoning my own clothes with my other hand.
This position rendered Qinglin unable to move, only able to shrug her shoulders back, thrust her chest forward, and look up at me with her small face, her red lips slightly parted, panting softly as if waiting. I unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my muscular chest, and quietly looked at the almost naked beauty before me.
Qinglin and I both have fathers from the North. Unlike Southerners, who are generally shorter, Northerners inherited her father's height genes, standing at a remarkable 170cm. In the South, this height makes it difficult to find a suitable boyfriend; once she wears high heels, she's taller than most men. Only a 185cm tall man like myself can look down at her, admiring her tall figure, firm breasts, slender waist, shapely long legs, delicate face, and alluring red lips… I lowered my head and kissed her, our moist lips and tongues intertwining with the scent of wine. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, still twisting her arms, our chests pressed tightly together.
Feeling the heat of our bodies, Qinglin, lost in the passionate kiss, couldn't speak, her expression dazed. My rough advances completely melted her in my arms, our rapid breaths creating a strange groan.
My hands suddenly slid down, grasping her snow-white buttocks and lifting her body. My lips, just freed from a passionate kiss, were immediately submerged in the heaving waves of her chest. Her
snow-white breasts were as soft as jelly. I roughly bit at her gradually hardening nipples, sucking on them with all my might, a hoarse growl escaping my throat like a wild beast. Qinglin's hands were finally freed, and she held my head to her chest, her legs wrapping around my waist in the air.
I held Qinglin in my arms, like embracing a snow-white cloud, and strode towards the living room, placing her on the edge of the dining table. I quickly pulled off my pants and spread her legs. Qinglin was only wearing these stockings. I parted her legs, and through the light-colored, almost transparent black stockings, I could clearly see her labia majora, slightly protruding like steamed buns, with a delicate slit in the middle. Her mons pubis was completely hairless—a perfect white tiger's den!
"No bra on top, no panties on the bottom!" I said viciously. "And you went to a nightclub and got completely drunk. Are you trying to get yourself raped?" "No... um... no..."
Before Qinglin could speak, I used my tongue to lick her mysterious private parts hard through the thin stockings. My tongue slid vigorously over them, and soon the stockings were soaked with a mixture of saliva and vaginal fluid. I couldn't wait to tear the stockings, making a big hole in her crotch. The large hole in the stockings, which clung tightly to her flesh, made her look even more powerful. I then buried my head in Qinglin's sacred place, and my tongue parted the slit and probed inside, stirring her breaths even more violently.
I used my thumb to separate Qinglin's labia, revealing the tender flesh inside. At the ∧-shaped junction above the two labia minora, a ring of spongy tissue surrounded a clitoris. This clitoris was actually the size of a peanut, delicately hidden in the inverted triangular clitoral hood, half-exposed.
I stuck out my tongue and teased her clitoris with the tip, making Qinglin's voice tremble softly: "Eee-ah...don't lick there, it's numb." Her voice was plaintive, like a nightingale's song, delicate and sweet, utterly captivating. I pried open her clitoris with my two thumbs, revealing it completely. I gently bit the fleshy stalk with my teeth, my tongue still teasing it. Qinglin trembled violently, her body instinctively trying to pull back, but with her clitoris held in my teeth, she dared not move, lost in a vortex of resistance and pleasure. Qinglin was almost going crazy, moaning incessantly, until finally her juices gushed out, spraying my face, having actually stimulated her clitoris.
Qinglin collapsed onto the dining table, her eyes half-closed, panting as if murmuring something in her sleep. I lifted her up, her slender waist swaying, her boneless body seemingly without support, collapsing into my arms, whether from exhaustion or intoxication, I couldn't tell.
I pulled out my already rock-hard penis, the glans glistening with a little fluid. I easily inserted the head into her wet, tender opening, then tightly embraced her waist and back, pressing her large breasts against my chest, lifting her snowy buttocks off the table. I then slightly loosened my grip, and in an instant, our bodies pressed tightly together from top to bottom.
In that moment of invasion and penetration, I felt Qinglin's soft body suddenly tense, trembling and almost spasming. The layers of tightness in her lower body, when I broke through everything and reached the deepest point, I felt that Qinglin's body, her heart, and even the ethical barriers of blood ties between siblings had all been pierced by my thrust. Gradually, my consciousness blurred, my mind went blank, and instinct drove me to maintain the most brutal aggressive movements. The scene resembled assault, yet Qinglin's hands gripped my shoulders and back tightly, uttering soul-stirring sounds, her legs also wrapped tightly around me, welcoming my attack.
Looking back, Qinglin recalled that moment as if her soul had been ripped from her body, a feeling of falling from the clouds to hell, and then being thrown back to the clouds. Perhaps this was the true, unbridled indulgence she longed for—a real woman, a pure woman, unrelated to any identity or bloodline, needing no grievances or repression, releasing herself in the way she most desired.
After being numbed and stimulated by the alcohol, she stretched out her body, accepting my unrestrained advances. I was so strong and powerful, each thrust so deep, each withdrawal so indifferent. She was like a fish stranded on the beach, and my attacks were like waves, yearning for each impact, even if the impact was rough and wild. It seemed that if I didn't, she would suffocate and die in the next moment. The suffocating pleasure of this advance and retreat was so unfamiliar to her, someone who frequently slept with men. She never knew it could be so craved and intense. The feeling was unlike anything she had ever imagined, crashing over her like a raging storm. She felt herself floating, lifted off the table, like Rose on the bow of the Titanic, arms outstretched in Jack's arms, like a painting unfolding before being pressed back onto the sofa… She was indeed drunk, but the alcohol evaporated endlessly with her breath and sweat. She seemed to have awakened, yet was submerged in the raging storm, unable to think, and there was no need to think. Perhaps she wasn't awake, or perhaps she was just drunk. She felt she was about to die, so she struggled with all her might, finally uttering only a weak, groaning cry: "Oh God!…I'm going to die!…Ayou!" She called my name, I remember it clearly.
My feeling was strange, as if our bodies resonated with each other. Who was seducing whom? Was Qinglin seducing me? If that's the case, why did she ignite this unprecedented impulse in me? The unbridled passion that erupted within me—perhaps a conquest, perhaps a thrill, perhaps a regret. Regret over what? "
My hair first covered my forehead, I played with flowers in front of the door. My love rode a bamboo horse, circling the bed, playing with green plums. We lived together in Changgan, two little ones without suspicion..." Where is that charming, easily-crying Qinglin from back then? Where is that Qinglin who watched me cautiously climb the tall tree, then smiled sweetly when I picked ripe fruit and handed it to her? Where is that Qinglin who accompanied me after school, exploring unfamiliar places, and then persuaded me to go home together? Where is that Qinglin who, though saying she couldn't marry me when we grew up, promised to be with me forever?
A kind of unspeakable repression choked my heart, unable to be released. Perhaps I wanted to prove something? To salvage something? To make amends for something? Or to take something away?
From the dining table to the sofa, from the first floor to the second floor, from the living room to the small living room, from the small living room to the bedroom, finally I threw the exhausted Qinglin onto the soft bed and pounced on her myself… The next day, a wave of heat forced me to open my eyes, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, somewhat confused. The stuffy air made me sweat slightly, but at the same time, something cool was lying on top of me. I turned my head and saw Qinglin, her delicate skin like snow-white cream, holding my waist with one hand, her jade-like leg resting on my lower abdomen, her fluffy hair nestled in the crook of my arm, her smooth body pressed against mine, cool and slippery, very comfortable.
I was startled, the scenes from last night flashing through my mind, frightening me so much that I tried to struggle to get up. My small movements woke Qinglin, who woke up groggily, her brow furrowed, the passion of last night still lingering in her orgasm, a slight movement of her body causing a weakness in her lower body and a tingling sensation all over her body. She clung to me like an octopus, gently saying, "Stop fooling around, you were so crazy last night, I'm exhausted. Let me hold you and sleep a little longer..." She closed her eyes, a soft snore filling the air, and she drifted off to sleep again. I was speechless for a moment. Looking at the sky outside, I guessed it was already noon. I figured she had probably woken up long ago and knew exactly what had happened. Since she could accept it, why should I, a grown man, worry so much? So I held her and fell asleep again.
When I woke up, Qinglin was gone; she had probably gone to work. I looked around and found my clothes neatly folded beside the bed. I remembered taking off my clothes in the lobby on the first floor yesterday, so Qinglin must have folded them and put them here for me. The room was a mess; half the sheets were on the floor, the curtains were pulled down, and things were scattered everywhere. It seemed Qinglin hadn't had time to tidy up before going to work, but she had thoughtfully folded my clothes so I could wear them as soon as I woke up.
The effects of last night's alcohol were quite strong; even after sleeping all day, my head was still a bit dizzy. However, I knew what I had done, and feelings of regret and frustration washed over me. I fled the house and went home.
The next few days were filled with hardship and anxiety, but the beautiful scenes of that night were still so captivating, leaving me alternating between frustration and silly laughter at home. My mother shook her head and exclaimed, "This child is hopeless!"
But just a few days later, Qinglin called again, asking me to go shopping with her early the next morning. When I saw her, she was still radiant, her arms, legs, and cleavage all exposed, a confident smile on her face. The last time I saw Qinglin at the bar, she seemed to be troubled by work or life, drowning her sorrows in alcohol and indulging in a night of revelry. But this time, she seemed to be in high spirits, shopping all morning. My load kept piling up, and by lunchtime, my arms and neck were covered in things, a testament to Qinglin's high spirits.
During lunch, I brought up what happened that night. Unexpectedly, Qinglin comforted me, saying we were both adults with sexual needs and there was no need to feel guilty. Blood ties weren't a big deal; she wouldn't have my child, so there wouldn't be any real consequences. At most, if the affair were exposed, I'd be condemned by society based on morality and ethics. She, a weak woman, didn't care, so why should I, a grown man, care? Finally, she said something decisive: "Back when we were kids, you wanted to marry me. Now that you're grown up, you've finally slept with me. You should be happy." I don't know if I genuinely agreed with Qinglin's twisted logic, or if I was truly infatuated with her body, but I was easily cured. My illicit relationship with this cousin officially began from there.
I brought up work with her, and she agreed to look into it for me. It wasn't difficult; I soon started working at their company. The company was located in the Liudong New District Industrial Development Zone, which was basically the suburbs, surrounded by factories and rural areas with sparse population. Qinglin arranged a very easy job for me at the factory, mainly involving arranging new cars around the factory area, driving back and forth all day. The job wasn't actually easy, but someone had put in a good word for me, so I was just there to coast along; whether I actually went to work or not didn't matter, and I didn't even need to clock in.
A management committee was established in Liudong New Area, and they built an apartment complex where nearby businesses and individuals could rent. Qinglin helped me rent an apartment there, a two-bedroom, one-living room unit of about 50 square meters. Although Baojun had his own employee dormitory, it was clear I didn't want to live there, and Qinglin didn't want me to either.
One night, the darkness was deep. There were no streetlights in the complex, and not a soul was in sight. After midnight, apart from a terribly outdated internet cafe and a late-night snack shop still open, the entire complex was silent and dark.
A convertible sports car drove into the complex, and I immediately recognized the engine as Qinglin's 370 rpm. As I heard the sound of a key being inserted into the door, I opened it, pulled the person inside, pressed her against the wall, and began kissing her passionately. One hand skillfully climbed up her breasts, enjoying their soft, bouncy, jelly-like texture. The motion-activated lights outside went out, plunging the room back into darkness, leaving only the sounds of the man's heavy breathing and the woman's soft moans echoing outside the hallway.
Qinglin: "Ugh, you didn't even turn on the lights! Close the door quickly." Me: "Doesn't that make the affair more exciting? Hehe."
I casually closed the door, carried Qinglin back to the bedroom, and tossed her onto the bed. This dormitory, our love nest, was carefully decorated; at least the large bed was expensive. Two bedside lamps were on, their light filtering through the shades, illuminating the entire bedroom without being glaring.
Qinglin was wearing a black, sheer, plus-size lace nightgown. Two inverted triangles of fabric barely covered her high, firm breasts. Below, a sheer, open-crotch silk skirt covered her lower body, and black lace stockings with a lace trim around her waist and two ties connecting to her thighs—very alluring. Most strikingly, these stockings weren't the kind that could be pulled up to the waist like pants; the stockings only reached below the upper thighs, and she wore nothing under the lace trim, revealing her private parts, which were tightly closed like a slit.
I gave her a strange look and said, "I heard you get in shortly after the car stopped. You probably didn't have time to change. Did you come dressed like this?" Qinglin retorted, "You rascal, I dressed up for you! If you don't want to see, plenty of others do! I have plenty of fuck buddies; I don't need you! Humph!" With that, Qinglin tried to get out of bed. Seeing this, I realized she was really getting aroused. Could it be ovulation? They say women have those few days each month when their libido is high and their temper is volatile. Considering she drove her convertible all the way here, it's a 5-kilometer drive from her little house to mine. Even though thieves are rampant at night and cables have been stolen, causing most streetlights to be out, the fact that she dared to go out dressed like this shows how horny she is. Looks like I'll have to satisfy her tonight.
I leaped on top of her, pinning Qinglin down as she tried to get up. I initially wanted to say something sweet to coax her, but then I realized Qinglin probably wanted me to be even rougher. So I said, "Oh? Lots of men, huh? Believe me or not, tonight I'll get you pregnant, and see how you seduce men with that big belly." As soon as I finished speaking, I pictured Qinglin, heavily pregnant and wearing her sexy lingerie, seemingly even more alluring. My lust was instantly ignited. Qinglin smiled contemptuously and said, "I'm not afraid to tell you, although I've been taking medication, these few days are my fertile window. If you're so capable, try to get me pregnant unexpectedly. If you have that ability, I dare to give birth!" I roared, "Damn it! You said it!" After saying that, I slightly pulled aside the pitifully small triangle of fabric covering my chest, revealing my large, erect breasts, and pounced on them, violating them fiercely.
Qinglin cried out, "Ouch—stop licking, it's numb! Suck harder, love me hard—" Under my skillful assault, Qinglin's nipples gradually hardened. On the areolas, which were the size of copper coins, the two erect nipples were about the length of my little finger, making them easy to suck. I nibbled and bit at her nipples. Her soft breasts could be kneaded into various shapes without much effort. Her breasts were large and firm, yet soft as if made of water, not like they had been augmented.
Qinglin's lower body was already overflowing with lustful fluids, flowing from her vulva. Just as I was admiring the beautiful sight before me, Qinglin noticed that I hadn't even taken off her clothes. She impatiently climbed up, ripped off my underwear, and with one slender hand grasped my half-erect, still-pointing-to-the-right soldier (it bends to the right when it's not erect), and began sucking on it. With her other hand, she played with my drooping testicles, making them sway back and forth.
Qinglin sucked intensely, and the "sizzling" sound from her saliva-filled mouth was like sucking on a dripping, melting popsicle. My penis quickly went from "pointing to the right" to "standing at attention," proudly erect like a military parade. Qinglin was overjoyed, and the hand that had been holding my penis began to stroke it up and down, her soft tongue entwining around the hot glans, both pleasurable and deadly.
I quickly gave in and said, "Sis, stop! You'll ejaculate if you keep going, what a waste!" Qinglin said, "It's okay, I'll drink it."
I said, "I've been saving up for so long, this first time is going to be a massive, explosive infusion! It'll definitely get you pregnant!" Qinglin, thinking of the amount of semen stored in my huge, drooping testicles, excitedly pounced on me on the bed, grasped my wet penis, aligned her tender vagina with the glans, and sat down. A slit of flesh dripping with love juice was stretched open, and then the half-foot-long penis was swallowed whole.
Qinglin closed her eyes, licked her lips, and looked completely intoxicated. She held my stomach with both hands and began to twist her waist. I reached out and grasped her two peaks, gently kneading her breasts while flicking her two erect nipples with my fingers. Qinglin put her hands behind her back and supported herself on my thighs, making her breasts even more erect, and let out intoxicated moans, which were very pleasing to a man.
Lying down with his arms outstretched, he had nowhere to put support, and his arms quickly grew tired. He could only lower them to support Qinglin's slender waist. He watched as she twisted her serpentine waist and pert buttocks back and forth, letting his penis churn inside her tender opening, making a "sizzling" sound. Not satisfied with just one twist, Qinglin leaned forward slightly, her hands supporting her slightly chubby belly, her legs forming an M-shape on the bed. Then she stood up slightly, letting her tender opening release his penis, leaving only the glans inside, before sitting down again. The soft Simmons mattress was incredibly elastic; each time she sat down, it bounced back under her weight, allowing her to exert less effort. The sound of their union changed from a "sizzling" sound to a crisp "slapping" sound.
I had Qinglin turn around so her back was facing me. Watching her tender vagina swallow my penis again, from this angle I couldn't see the ∧-shaped folds above her vagina. The junction of my penis and her vagina was tightly closed, the thick penis stretching her vagina into a ring shape. Qinglin relaxed her lower body as much as possible to accommodate the large penis, allowing her delicate little chrysanthemum to open a dark, mysterious opening.
I noticed Qinglin's back; her originally fair skin had become somewhat tanned from wearing light summer clothes. There was a thin white mark on her back—the mark of her bra strap. Usually, there's a noticeable color difference between the body and arms, but on Qinglin's skin, the color difference was only from this bra strap, indicating she usually only wore a bra. Her snow-white, pert buttocks didn't have a noticeable color difference from her thighs, probably because she often wore stockings.
It seems her godfather, who likes "god-daughters," has this kind of taste. The thought of that "godfather" who could enjoy this beauty so often, even anytime, ignited a nameless fire within me. My hips thrust upwards in rhythm with Qinglin's movements, eliciting soft moans from her.
I gripped her full, snowy buttocks tightly, finding them surprisingly soft and supple. I pinched her flesh and pulled outwards with my thumbs, revealing her delicate anus, which blossomed open, exposing a mysterious opening. I couldn't resist inserting a finger to explore, and it slid in smoothly.
Qinglin cried out, "Eek—not there… Ah… No…" I inserted two index fingers into her anus, gently prying it open, creating an opening large enough to fit a pen. A beauty like Qinglin, every man who gets her wants to explore all sorts of pleasures with her. I'm not surprised that her anus has been deflowered, but it still feels a little uncomfortable. I said, "Your anus looks so loose, has it been used before? Who deflowered you?" Qinglin: "Ah... the night we first slept together, it was at the bar I was at. Someone who hit on me deflowered me. My godfather also likes to play with my anus." I increased the force of my thrusts and asked in a harsh tone, "You slept with a stranger who hit on you?" "?" Qinglin had her back to me, so I couldn't see her expression, but her tone was clearly provocative. She said, "That man is handsome and mature. I slept with him for two months. If he hadn't wanted to marry me later, I wouldn't have broken up with him. I just like mature men, like my godfather." I was furious: "Can they be as good as me?"
Qinglin laughed while responding to the thrusts of my penis: "You? You're just a little kid, at best just my plaything." I got up from lying down and pushed Qinglin, who was sitting on me with her back to me, onto the bed. I forced her into a kneeling position, gripped her slender waist, and thrust violently into her from behind, roaring, "Who's whose plaything is another story! Tonight I'll fuck you to death! Fuck you until you're pregnant!" Qinglin moaned, "Ah...so intense...like that...ah...harder!..." I straightened my upper body, thrusting my hips and abdomen, my penis pumping rapidly and powerfully in and out of Qinglin's tender, wet vagina. The hard, thick edge of my glans scraped against the smooth inner walls, while Qinglin's tight, tender vagina contracted and enveloped my penis in an orderly fashion.
I thought, "Damn, this vagina is so good at sucking, it feels so good..."
Qinglin: "You're the best... Ah... Harder... So deep... You're really fucking me to death..." Qinglin's moans were full of passion, her voice soft and plaintive, evoking immense tenderness in men, but also stirring a primal, destructive desire in another type of man—the ruthless pleasure of destroying something beautiful! I belonged to the latter, at least at this moment. Qinglin's seductive moans, culminating in a tearful pleas for mercy, gave me the greatest sense of conquest and satisfaction. I gripped Qinglin's slender waist tightly with both hands, my hips tensed, I thrust deeply and shallowly, my thighs slamming powerfully against Qinglin's snow-white, round buttocks. My large, drooping scrotum slapped against Qinglin's mons pubis, making a "slap... slap... slap" sound, the frequency of which was almost as loud as the sound of a submachine gun.
Qinglin, tormented by this passion, paled, her tender orifice trembling in waves. She felt all her strength drain away, collapsing weakly onto the bed, allowing me to lift her buttocks high and unleash my lust. After what seemed like an eternity, a powerful surge of heat erupted from deep within Qinglin's lower abdomen. I felt hot, sticky fluid, as if from the inner walls of her cervix, gushing out and scalding my swollen glans. I heard Qinglin let out a groan, a sound like pain, which nearly made me lose control.
I pulled out my penis, turned Qinglin over so she was lying flat, her eyes filled with resentment, and she said softly, "You bad boy, you're so mean! I was about to come, why did you stop?" I lifted my penis and re-entered her already very hot and wet cavity, intertwining our fingers tightly, and whispered, "When I ejaculate, I want to look at your face." After saying that, we kissed passionately for a while, reigniting her desire that was nearing orgasm. As I thrust wildly, she clung to me tightly, tilting her head back and crying out, "Oh my god! My heart is going to stop... I'm going to cum! Husband... I love you..." Another gushing of vaginal fluid, full of all her passion, gushed out. I felt my scrotum contracting in waves, as if it were commanding troops. My penis trembled in the hot, sticky, and constantly spasming cavity, and finally, the gate of ejaculation opened wide, my penis penetrating to the deepest point, and a torrent of fluid gushed out angrily, slamming hard into the depths of her flower core. After two powerful ejaculations, my penis continued to tremble, slowly expelling the remaining semen. Once all the semen was released, I withdrew my semi-erect penis. A thin thread of semen still clung to her tender vagina. Clumps of viscous semen were squeezed out of her vagina, flowing back into her slightly open anus, while most remained on the sheets, forming a small pool of semen.
I held my penis above Qinglin's head. Qinglin opened her cherry-like mouth, and I grasped the base of my penis and squeezed towards the glans. The remaining semen in the urethra was forced out and fell into Qinglin's mouth. She gently sucked away the last drop of semen from the urethral opening, closing her eyes contentedly, enjoying the afterglow of her orgasm.
"You ejaculated so much! What if I really get pregnant?" Qinglin worriedly asked.
Me: "You said it yourself, just give birth. By the way, you just called me 'husband,' say it again." Qinglin: "Hehe, I wasn't calling you."
This answer left me feeling uneasy. I suddenly remembered my first love. She once said that childhood sweethearts would never become lovers. Although it was an overstatement, it wasn't entirely without reason. Just like I knew she gave her virginity to her childhood sweetheart, and we maintained a sexual relationship while we were dating, but her boyfriend was still me.
As my thoughts drifted elsewhere, Qinglin closed her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering gently, and she fell asleep peacefully. I stared at her beautiful face for a while, then helped her take off her high heels, turned off the light, and lay down to sleep.
Later that night, I got up to use the bathroom and came back to find Qinglin sleeping elegantly and alluringly. She was still wearing her sexy lingerie, though it was a little messy, and her rosy nipples were peeking out playfully. My desire was reignited, and I kissed her lips as she slept, kneading her breasts.
Awakened, Qinglin groggily asked, "What's up?"
I replied, "You're so beautiful, I want to do it again."
Qinglin stammered, "Ugh... mmm..."
Without giving her a chance to refuse, I forcefully kissed her, my tongue aggressively plunging into her mouth. The lingering stench of my semen in her mouth was somewhat nauseating, yet I couldn't help but be moved that she could swallow such a thing with such an intoxicated expression, fueling my lust even more... Life is monotonous and unproductive; time always flies by quickly, and before I knew it, it was 2014. In fact, I didn't have many opportunities to make love with Qinglin; the shortest interval was a week, and sometimes I wouldn't touch her even once a month. Although I've had other women in the past six months—I won't go into details here—Qinglin and I have maintained this...sexual relationship.
Actually, I always thought that besides blood ties and lust, there was something more between Qinglin and me, though it didn't reach the level of a romantic relationship, until I learned this year during Qingming Festival that she had just gotten married to another man.
In fact, it happened shortly before I was writing this article during Qingming. During the holiday, Qinglin told me she wanted to go back to Heshan to see her father, and since I had nothing else to do, I went with her.
Qinglin's father, my uncle, had already remarried in Heshan. During a family meal, my uncle said something that struck me like a bolt from the blue. He said it to Qinglin: "Linlin, didn't you say you just got your marriage certificate? Why didn't you bring your husband back?" Qinglin replied, "We didn't have a wedding banquet. He went back to his hometown for Qingming Festival. I only had a few days off, so I couldn't wait for him to come back and bring him to see you." I don't remember what they said after that, or what the food tasted like. I numbly responded to what others said to me and spent the day in a daze.
Heshan is a godforsaken place, and we don't have any graves to sweep. If we were to do Qingming Festival, our hometown should be in the north, but my father has never been back since I was born... But I digress. Anyway, after lunch the next day, Qinglin and I drove away from Heshan in her car.
Driving through the desolate countryside, thinking about how Qinglin had gotten married without me even realizing it, I suddenly pulled over. Qinglin looked at me suspiciously and asked what I was doing. I lowered my head and thought for a long time before finally managing to say, "You got married? When did that happen?" Qinglin: "Not long ago, we got our marriage certificate last week. Judging from your expression, it seems you're not happy that your older sister got married?" Me: "I can't really say I'm happy, I don't know why, don't mind me... Um, could you tell me, who's so lucky to marry such a beauty like my sister?" Qinglin reached out and gently stroked my face, chuckling softly, "You seem quite upset. My dear brother, although I love you, I can't marry you after all, I have to get married eventually. The reason I didn't tell you was because I was afraid you'd be unhappy." I looked at Qinglin and noticed that her demeanor had changed. She was wearing a thin long-sleeved sweater, a very nice style, and matching casual trousers. She had lost the sexy, elfin vibe of last summer, and gained a more mature and intellectual air.
Back in Liuzhou that day, the exhaustion from the day couldn't extinguish the passion that had been ignited within us. That night, Qinglin was gentle and reserved, and I was completely absorbed. As we rolled around in bed, we both seemed to carry a strange feeling, like a sense of closure.
In our whispered conversation after the passion subsided, Qinglin answered my question. Her previous sugar daddy had lost interest in her sexually; simply put, he was tired of her and gave her a "breakup fee" before sending her away. Her current husband was a classmate and boyfriend from university. He was honest, a bit reserved and not very romantic, but a reliable man who could build a stable life. Qinglin loved him very much.
The next day, as Qinglin left, she said to me, "I'm stopping my medication. Last night was the most wonderful night we've ever had, and it's the last." I asked, "Can't I see you anymore?"
Qinglin: "You're my brother, of course you can play with me, but forget about sleeping together. I'm a used woman now, I can't guarantee I won't cheat on you after marriage, but I'll only have children with my husband, so I will never sleep with anyone else before my husband wants children and I become a mother." The story ends here. We haven't been in contact since Qinglin left that day. I don't know what I was thinking when I wrote this, or what my mindset was when I posted it online. I won't change the place names or her name. What if her husband finds this article online someday? Even if he doesn't know, will she or her husband's relatives and friends see it? Will I ruin her family? Maybe I'm overthinking it. Not many people will read my article, the probability of it causing serious consequences is too low.
I wrote this article in one go, for 20 hours straight! I guess my eyes are bloodshot.
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