My cousin and me

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My cousin is a year younger than me, so from as far back as I can remember, she's been clinging to me like a piece of chewing gum.

When I was in elementary school, I wasn't strong enough, but I still had to walk her home. Her house was very close to mine, and she often ate and stayed at my place. So, in those innocent and clueless second or third grade years, people would often talk behind our backs, and some mischievous kids would suddenly shove me from behind, making me bump into my cousin. When this happened, my cousin would usually scream in fright, and then they'd achieve their goal and leave amidst laughter. At this point, my cousin would ask me, "Brother, what are they secretly saying?" Being young and naive, I would earnestly explain to her, "They mean you and I are good friends." My cousin would then fall silent, stop holding my hand, and walk a short distance ahead of me, slowly making her way home.

It was around this time that she started staying at my house frequently. She was probably 10 years old then, and I was about 11. The most memorable time was one night when I woke up and found my cousin sleeping in my bed. Being mischievous, I secretly got up and looked at her. She was like a porcelain doll. I was fanning her with a fan when she suddenly woke up. Afraid she would scream, I clumsily covered her mouth. She woke up, saw me covering her mouth, and smiled slightly. Seeing her smile, I let go. As soon as I let go, she said, "What are you doing?" I was confused and didn't know what to do. She told me that something had happened at home, and her father wanted her to stay at my house for a while.

Sleeping in the same bed with my cousin was a wonderful thing. In the mornings, when we were getting dressed, I would often tickle her while she was getting dressed, and then she would kick me. Then I would secretly hug her and rub her face against hers. At that time, I didn't understand anything about relationships, not even kissing. I just thought she was beautiful, and I was happy just to rub my face against hers.

Later, we played and slept together. At night, I would mischievously lift the covers to peek at her. At first, she would just cover herself with the blanket to prevent me from seeing, but later it escalated to her suddenly kicking me against the wall. Later still, we would lie in our underwear together, looking at each other.

Looking back, it was truly beautiful. Although she was only 10 years old, my cousin was exquisitely beautiful, with delicate features and pearly teeth. I also liked the color of her underwear, so I would secretly hug her while she slept. Unfortunately, I moved around too much in my sleep, and in the morning, we usually went back to our own beds. Of course, there were times when my cousin would wake up in the middle of the night and I would get a beating from her.

It wasn't that I couldn't beat her, but I just couldn't bear to. I preferred to see her smile brightly at me after being beaten. I felt that was happiness.

These happy days passed quickly, from spring to summer to autumn to winter. When the New Year came, she was still living with us. Only when I grew up did I understand that her parents were going through a divorce, so she had to live with us, under the care of my parents. That New Year was the happiest New Year of my life.

That New Year, I took my cousin to set off firecrackers, which almost caused a fire. Back then, we didn't use lighters to set off firecrackers, but rather incense sticks. We were genuinely happy setting off firecrackers together, and I've never felt that joy again in subsequent New Years. Looking back now, the happiness is indescribable.

However, before the Lantern Festival even passed, I set our little house on fire. One day, I came back from setting off firecrackers and saw my cousin asleep in bed. I placed the burning incense stick I was holding on the bed. Then I sat quietly, looking at my beautiful cousin. There are few unforgettable scenes in a person's life, and that scene was one of them. I don't know if I'm describing it correctly, but it felt like it was destined that this encounter would happen in a past life or another. She was so beautiful; I was mesmerized. Then the bedsheets caught fire, and I picked her up and ran outside.

When many people rushed over to help put out the fire, my cousin and I cried uncontrollably. God knows how much I cherished that little house, and God knows it was all just a mistake.

However, the little house was burned down beyond recognition, and we had nowhere to live. So my mother and one of her colleagues borrowed a small room not far from our house for us to sleep in.

It wasn't a big room, a little bigger than our little house, of course. There was a painting in the room, and I'm sure everyone knows which one I'm talking about. A girl came over, lifted up a boy's underwear, and looked inside. The painting said, "What is it?"

Besides the painting, there was also a horizontal bar running across the room. So, when I went back to sleep, I would often hang from the horizontal bar and swing around, while my cousin would stare at the painting, lost in thought.

I didn't realize at the time what the painting would do for her, but one night, while I was hanging from the horizontal bar, she suddenly came over, hugged me, and pulled down my underwear. Then she burst out laughing; she finally knew what was inside. I was, of course, very angry, but also secretly pleased. I asked her to show me, but she always refused.

After a long time of persistence, she finally let me see it. It was a daytime day. I watched her shyly take off her panties, revealing her slightly raised labia, her pink labia minora slightly parted and closed. I was mesmerized, wanting to reach out and touch her, but she put her pants back on, turned her head away, and lay quietly. I didn't know what to do. To be honest, I felt the same excitement I did when she pulled down my pants. We lived in that room for about a year, almost two. When we entered junior high, her parents stopped arguing so much, she went back to her own home, and I went back to my own home to sleep.

In junior high, I was a year ahead of her. By then, she had grown up and no longer needed me to walk her home. So we didn't have many opportunities to get close. Of course, I would always be at her house on Sundays. Her grades weren't good, and her mother always hoped I would tutor her. This created opportunities for us to get close. When no one was around, we would sometimes lie on the bed, and I liked to put my hand inside and touch her, and she, of course, wouldn't let me off the hook.

The moment she touched my penis, it immediately became erect, startling her the first time. My cousin's face turned as red as an apple, but she quickly grew to like the hard thing. During this time, I enjoyed pinching her buttocks and occasionally slipping my hand between her legs. To be honest, I wasn't particularly interested in her crotch at that point, just a little curious.

One time, I accidentally slipped my hand between her legs, and when I pulled it out, my hand was covered in blood. I was terrified. I said, "You're bleeding! Look!" I initially thought I had pinched her or something. But my cousin patiently explained that it was her period. At the time, I couldn't possibly understand what menstruation was, but I had a general idea that every woman has it, and when it comes, it's like a leaky faucet, with bleeding after a while. Two concepts lingered in my mind: first, how could a woman withstand such a leaky faucet; and second, women are much more complicated than men. Regarding the second concept, when I thought about it, I felt a kind of schadenfreude-like joy. I felt like I was a boy and she was a girl, and just as I was feeling happy, I started worrying about my cousin again, which reminded me of the first concept. I told my cousin about my worries; I even had all sorts of strange dreams about it. Of course, it turned out these were just wild thoughts, so let's not dwell on them now.

Her menstruation surprised me somewhat, but as her breasts matured day by day, I felt a kind of unprecedented pleasure. From fried eggs to cake to red apples, it only took about a year in my memory.

As her breasts grew larger, I naturally started to kiss them. Gradually, we wore less clothing; I licked her breasts, and she touched my penis. Of course, at this time, I would usually have a small amount of semen leak out.

What fostered and strengthened our relationship was pornography. I was probably in my first or second year of high school then. A close friend of mine had a pornographic book with many erotic stories. My first thought was that I should borrow it and read it with my cousin.

Finally, that week, I took the book and lay in bed with my cousin, reading it together. At that time, I saw a new term in the book: "masturbation." She asked me what it was, and I asked her what it was; neither of us knew. Later, I asked my classmate, who said it was when a woman doesn't take off her clothes and a man reaches inside to touch her breasts. However, my cousin's answer from her classmate was that it meant stroking a man's penis up and down until he ejaculates.

These two different answers ultimately led to only one result: she masturbated me in bed. I licked her breasts and touched between her legs, and she stroked my penis up and down. At first, I didn't feel particularly excited, and I stopped when I got tired. But one time, I actually succeeded. I excitedly kissed her, but she fell on top of me and burst into laughter.

After that, we somehow found out that some places in the city were showing pornographic videos, so we naturally had to go watch them together.

I remember we mostly watched Category III films. We would lie in a corner, kissing and touching each other along with the actions on the videotape.

Later, we watched a video of a Thai bath where a woman rubbed soap on her breasts and then rubbed the man's entire body. When we got home, she used her breasts to hold my penis, and we both felt very stimulated and comfortable. Later, as we got more familiar, she would use her hands to hold her breasts and move my penis up and down. I couldn't stand the stimulation and quickly ejaculated on her breasts. At that moment, she looked at me happily and said that my expression was very serious and beautiful when I ejaculated.

Not long after, I went to university. I studied intensively at university and understood everything. When she graduated from high school, she went to a vocational college, studied for about a year, and went back to the city to work at a hotel.

After she started working, I thought she was really beautiful. We sneaked into a guest room. She was wearing her uniform, and I couldn't wait any longer and ejaculated on her breasts. Afterwards, we lay together. Actually, I think the greatest pleasure of sex is lying with your loved one afterward. Women are usually very beautiful and gentle at that moment. We lay in bed, and she asked me if I had forgotten her these past few years. I said no. "You will always be the woman I love most. Because of you, I will never like another woman."

She said she felt the same way. I asked her if she had gone astray since she started working. She said, "How could I go astray? If anyone goes astray, it's someone else who goes astray with me." Then she laughed loudly while lying on top of me. I habitually touched her breasts and said, "Have you ever thought about really having sex with me?"

She said she would wait until she was 20. "At 20, I'll give you everything." I said okay. This time, I gave her oral sex for the first time. She trembled all over under my tongue's attack and also gave me oral sex for the first time. Maybe because it was the first time, this 69 experience is unforgettable. It was so comfortable.

Less than a year later, she turned 20. We were in the guest room again. I was licking her breasts, and she said she liked being on top, so I agreed. If you love someone, you won't refuse any request they make.

She sat on me, spread her legs, and held my penis, slowly rubbing it against her vaginal opening. She rubbed it herself, and suddenly it got faster and faster. She felt very comfortable, so she asked me to sit up. At this point, I didn't penetrate her, but she felt very comfortable rubbing like that. We sat together, embracing, my penis rubbing against her labia. I held her body, and she shook like crazy. Finally, after a while, she orgasmed. A lot of sticky stuff flowed out of her vagina, sticking to my scrotum, penis, and stomach.

At this moment, she closed her eyes tightly, like a mountain, pressing me down on the bed. I kissed her and touched her breasts, but she kept her eyes closed and didn't move. I was terrified and didn't dare to call for help. I shook her shoulders hard, and she finally woke up. As soon as she woke up, she kissed me incessantly. I told her she felt so good just now, it scared me. She said she now knew what an orgasm was, flying up little by little, it felt so good.

That same year, my mom told me to find another girlfriend, saying that there was no future for us, that getting too deeply involved would only lead to more hurt, and that I should turn back as soon as possible. She said a lot of things like that, it was so annoying.

When she was 21, last year, during the National Day holiday, I went to her hotel, but she wasn't working. I didn't dare go to her house then. So I went back to Beijing early, feeling really bad. Then, on October 6th, she got married. That night she called me, crying, asking why I didn't go to her. I felt like my heart was in turmoil, all I could do was cry.

I admit I'm weak. This incident made me realize I'm weak. Watching the woman I love marry someone else, and being unable to do anything about it, this torment tormented me. That's when I met my current girlfriend. To be honest, she gives me the feeling of a younger cousin. I thought our relationship would only last a short time, but it turned out she was perfect for me. She never argued or caused trouble, and I never even had the chance to break up with her. Honestly, having sex with her was entirely my fault. Do you know what Pandora's box is? Having sex with her was Pandora's box. I opened a box that brought me both immense joy and extreme pain. When she touched my penis, I imagined my cousin masturbating me. Everything she did reminded me of my cousin. The worst part was that she initially loved sitting with her labia gripping my penis and swaying back and forth, just like my cousin—it was unbelievable. Later, I couldn't bear the pain anymore, and at my insistence, she let me penetrate her. I thought this would help me forget my cousin's image, but I failed again. I could only feel good thinking about my cousin.

This summer, when I went home, she was pregnant. She called me and asked me to come and keep her company for a while. When I arrived at her house, her husband wasn't home. She pulled me to sit on the bed and happily told me she was pregnant and about to give birth to a boy. I was completely stunned. She smiled and comforted me, saying, "Find a good girlfriend and forget about her." When she said that, I went crazy. I was so excited and told her I had a girlfriend, but her image was everywhere. She gently hugged me and said, "You're so old, why are you still like a child?" Then she let me touch her belly. I touched her belly, feeling heartbroken.

Suddenly, she asked, "Brother, have you had sex with your current girlfriend?" I said yes, wanting to say it was as wonderful as before, but I didn't want to hurt her feelings. I just stared blankly out the window.

She said, "I really regret giving you everything I had." I could only smile bitterly. I asked her, "Are you happy with your current husband? Do you have orgasms during sex?"

She said, "Yes, as long as I close my eyes and imagine him as you, the pleasure comes, and I orgasm quickly." Hearing those words, my head buzzed, and tears streamed down my face. I burst into tears. She started crying too, shaking me desperately, saying, "Don't cry, brother, you'll find a better woman, really." After I finished crying, I hugged her, and she said, "You should name the child." I was speechless. Her husband's surname was Bai. What should I name him? I returned to Beijing with this pale, painful feeling.

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